You told yourself that maybe you were imagining the distance. That maybe he was just busy. He was gunning for the top spot in the rankings again. Not like that ever changed.
But after last weekโafter that quiet, vulnerable moment between the two of youโyou couldnโt help but notice.
No more walking back to the dorms together.
No more gruff commentary on your footwork or your guard.
Just silence.
You tried not to let it get to you.
You tried really hard.
The next time you saw him was in a joint training session with Class 1-B. Aizawa had mixed the teams intentionally, forcing you to partner with Bakugou. Of course.
You approached the starting line, combat vest zipped, gloves secured. Bakugou stood beside you, already cracking his knuckles, expression tight.
โHey,โ you said.
He didnโt answer, eyes focused straight ahead.
Not even a grunt.
You frowned. โSo weโre not talking now?โ
Still nothing.
Fine.
You clicked your earpiece into place and turned your attention to the terrain map displayed on the holographic panel.
Bakugou mightโve been ignoring you, but if there was one thing he wouldnโt do, it was lose a fight.
The match started, and everything fell away. You launched into action without hesitation, coordinating silentlyโjust like always.
Bakugou took the lead, barreling forward in a blur of smoke and fire, while you flanked left. His explosive blasts cleared the path, and you handled crowd control, taking down two B-Class students with well-placed flash grenades and a sweeping kick.
You worked together like a machine.
Precise. Efficient.
Unspoken.
But that was the problem, wasnโt it? Everything between you now was unsaid.
By the time the buzzer signaled your teamโs victory, your lungs were heaving, and your gloves were scorched, but you couldnโt bring yourself to celebrate. Not when Bakugou didnโt even glance your way before walking off the field.
You stood there, jaw tight, watching him disappear behind the staging wall.
Enough.
You found him outside near the training center, standing alone beneath a canopy tree, sweat still drying on his skin. He didnโt turn around when you approached, but his shoulders tensed.
โWhatโs your deal?โ you demanded.
He said nothing.
โI get it if I read something wrong last week. If I misinterpreted things. But you donโt get to pretend that didnโt happen. You donโt get to shut down and leave me guessing.โ
His jaw clenched.
You stepped closer. โYou said I wasnโt soft. So why are you treating me like Iโll break?โ
Finally, he turned. His eyes burnedโbut not with anger. With something rawer. Something harder to name.
โIโm not treating you like youโll break,โ he said lowly. โIโm treating me like I might.โ
You blinked.
โWhat?โ
He exhaled roughly, dragging a hand through his hair. โYou think this is easy for me? I donโt do the relationship crap. I donโt flirt. I donโtโฆ talk like that.โ
โI never asked you to.โ
โI know. Thatโs what makes this worse.โ
Your breath caught. His eyes locked on yoursโsteady, direct. No shouting. No insults. Just the truth.
โI donโt know what this is between us,โ he said. โBut itโs not nothing. And I donโt wanna screw it up.โ
The silence between you this time wasnโt heavy. It was fragile.
So you stepped carefully.
You moved beside him, just close enough that your shoulder brushed his arm.
โYou donโt have to call it anything right now,โ you said. โJustโฆ stop shutting me out.โ
Bakugou didnโt look at you, but he nodded onceโtight and deliberate.
โOkay.โ
Then, after a pause, barely above a whisper:
โIโll try.โ
Later that night, your phone buzzed.
[Bakugou]
Watch your elbow tomorrow. You drop it when you pivot.
synopsis โธ some people say childhood friendships never lastโbut they're wrong about you and hajime. though twenty years of friendship doesn't prepare you for what happens when you finally see him as more than the boy who grew up next door
tags โธ childhood friends to lovers, roommates to lovers, strong sexual tension, fingering, nipple play, oral sex (mentioned), size kink, praise kink, dirty talk, unprotected sex, creampie, voyeurism (sorta), getting caught, grinding, manhandling, implied exhibitionism, multiple orgasms, massage leads to more
wc โธ 15.5k
Some people say childhood friendships never lastโthat they're as fragile as the paper airplanes you used to launch from the second-story window of Iwaizumi's bedroom, soaring briefly before crashing into the unforgiving earth below. But they're wrong. At least they were wrong about the three of you. You, Hajime, and Tooru had been constants in each other's lives since before conscious memory formed, your existences so thoroughly intertwined that sometimes you couldn't remember where your personality ended and theirs began. Your mothers still liked to tell the story of how three-year-old Hajime had stubbornly planted himself between you and a neighborhood dog that had wandered too close, his small fists clenched and ready to defend you despite his own obvious fear. Or how Tooru had wailed inconsolably when your family considered moving to Tokyo for your father's job when you were seven, staging a one-child protest on your front lawn until his mother dragged him home, embarrassed but secretly understanding. The move never happened, and sometimes in your darkest moments, you wondered how different life would have been if it hadโif you'd never grown up witnessing Hajime's quiet evolution from the soft-spoken boy with perpetually dirt-stained knees to the powerhouse ace who could silence a gymnasium with a single spike.
People always assumed Tooru was the glue that held your trio togetherโcharismatic, beautiful Tooru with his perfect smile and carefully crafted persona. But you knew better. It was Hajime who anchored you both, his unwavering reliability providing the foundation upon which your friendship was built. When Tooru pushed himself too far during practice, it was Hajime who forcibly dragged him home, his hand rough on the back of Tooru's neck but his eyes betraying genuine concern. When you struggled through advanced mathematics in your third year, staying up until your vision blurred and your fingers cramped around your pencil, it was Hajime who appeared at your window at midnight with energy drinks and his meticulously organized notes, refusing to leave until the equations made sense. "I'm not doing this for you," he'd grumble, but the lie was transparent. He had always been a terrible liar.
The three of you had created your own language over the yearsโa complex system of inside jokes, half-finished sentences, and meaningful glances that outsiders could never hope to decipher. You could communicate volumes with just the quirk of an eyebrow or the set of your shoulders. You knew exactly which smile of Tooru's was genuine and which was manufactured for his fangirls. Hajime could tell when your laughter was forced, calling you out with a simple, "Cut the crap," that somehow never felt harsh coming from him. And both you and Hajime had become experts at reading the subtle signs of Tooru's insecurityโthe infinitesimal tightening around his eyes, the way his fingers would twist just a little too hard in the hem of his shirt. In those moments, you'd exchange a glance with Hajime, an entire conversation happening in seconds: Your turn or mine? He needs us. Again.
High school slipped away like sand through fingers, impossible to grasp no matter how tightly you clenched your fist around the memories. The inevitability of separation loomed like a thundercloud on the horizon, impossible to ignore but easy to pretend wasn't thereโuntil graduation day arrived with its brutal finality. Tooru was Argentina-bound, his talent too immense for Japan to contain. Hajime had chosen Tokyo for sports medicine, his practical nature guiding him toward a future that would keep him connected to the sport even after his body could no longer withstand the punishing demands of competitive play. And youโwell, you'd applied to universities in Tokyo almost as an afterthought, your real motivation transparent to anyone who knew you well enough. Where Hajime went, you followed. It had always been that way, even when Tooru was there to complete your triangle.
The night before Tooru's departure had been uncharacteristically subdued. No dramatic declarations, no forced cheerfulness. Just the three of you sprawled across the floor of his half-packed bedroom, surrounded by the artifacts of a childhood about to be left behind. Tooru's eyes had been red-rimmed, though he'd deny crying if confronted. Hajime had been quieter than usual, his normally expressive face carefully blank as he absently tossed a volleyball from hand to hand. You'd lain between them, your head on Hajime's thigh, your feet in Tooru's lap, feeling the physical connection between the three of you like a living thing, already grieving its imminent loss.
Tokyo welcomed you and Hajime with indifferent arms, the city too vast and impersonal to care about two more people from the countryside. Your apartment was cramped and overpriced, a fifth-floor walk-up with temperamental plumbing and walls thin enough to hear your neighbors' most intimate moments. But it was yoursโyours and Hajime'sโand there was something thrilling about that possession, about building something that belonged just to the two of you. No parents, no Tooru, no history except what you carried with you.
The first few weeks had been a chaotic blur of unpacking, getting lost on subway lines, discovering which convenience store had the best onigiri, and learning to navigate the strange new terrain of living with Hajime without the buffer of Tooru between you. You'd seen glimpses of this Hajime beforeโthe one who existed when Tooru wasn't around to command attentionโbut never for extended periods. Never with this raw, unfiltered intimacy that came from sharing a bathroom sink and seeing each other first thing in the morning, bleary-eyed and defenseless.
Hajime in private was both exactly who you'd always known and someone entirely new. The gruffness remained, but without Tooru to focus it on, it softened around the edges. He still exercised with religious dedication, but now you witnessed the full extent of his routineโthe way sweat gleamed on his skin as he did push-ups in the living room, his t-shirt clinging to the muscles of his back, the controlled rhythm of his breathing as he counted reps under his breath. You found yourself watching him more often than you'd care to admit, cataloging the details you'd somehow missed despite years of friendship: the small scar at the corner of his jaw from a childhood biking accident, the way one eyebrow lifted slightly higher than the other when he was skeptical, how his handsโalways so capable and strongโcould be surprisingly gentle when he absentmindedly massaged your shoulders after you'd been hunched over textbooks for too long.
Tooru's absence was strange and disorienting, like losing a limb. The phantom pain of missing his dramatic entrances, his ridiculous poses, his ability to fill a room with his presence alone. Video calls helped, but they were a pale imitation of having him physically present, his voice tinny through speakers, his image frozen by bad connections at the most inopportune moments. Still, there was comfort in seeing his face, in watching him gesticulate wildly as he described his new teammates, his new apartment, his new life that was happening without you. Sometimes you'd catch a shadow crossing his features when you mentioned something you and Hajime had done together, a flicker of something like loneliness before his practiced smile slid back into place. Those moments cut deep, made you question whether you'd made the right choice following Hajime instead of Tooru.
But then Hajime would do somethingโdrop a cup of tea beside you while you studied, press his shoulder against yours during a crowded subway ride, fall asleep on the couch with his head tilted toward your bedroom as if even unconscious he was attuned to your presenceโand the doubt would dissolve. There was an easiness between you now, a comfortable silence that had never been possible with Tooru around to fill every quiet moment with chatter. You learned that Hajime hummed tunelessly while cooking, that he folded his laundry with military precision, that he secretly read historical fiction before bed. He discovered your habit of talking to yourself when concentrating, your collection of ridiculous socks, your inability to remember to buy toilet paper despite multiple reminders.
The physical awareness of him grew by imperceptible degrees, like water slowly rising in a basin. You noticed things you'd never allowed yourself to notice beforeโthe breadth of his shoulders under thin cotton t-shirts, the tanned column of his throat when he tilted his head back to drink, the way his hair fell across his forehead when freshly washed. His presence in a room changed the very air, charged it with something you couldn't name but could feel in the pit of your stomach, in the suddenly rapid beat of your heart.
Sometimes you'd catch him looking at you with an expression you didn't recognize, his eyes dark and unreadable. It would last only a second before he'd turn away, jaw tight, shoulders tense. In those moments, uncertainty would creep in, cold fingers of doubt trailing along your spine. Had you done something wrong? Was he regretting the decision to live together? Did he wish he'd chosen a different roommate, one who didn't leave hair in the shower drain and forget to buy groceries when it was their turn?
Then came the night that changed everythingโthough perhaps change isn't the right word. Perhaps it was more of an awakening, a sudden violent clarity washing over you like ice water, forcing you to see what had been right in front of you all along.
It was a Thursday evening in late October, the kind where autumn's chill had finally committed to its descent, no longer teasing with occasional warm afternoons but settling into the city with grim determination. Rain had been falling steadily since morning, not the dramatic downpour that would give you an excuse to call off plans, but the persistent, monotonous kind that soaked through layers regardless of umbrellas or hoods. You'd arrived home with damp socks and a foul mood, having stepped in a puddle that went halfway up your calf on the final stretch to your apartment building.
Hajime had beaten you home, evident from his muddy running shoes haphazardly kicked off in the entryway (a habit that normally irked you, but today seemed strangely endearing in its familiarity) and the smell of something savory simmering on the stove. The apartment was warm after the damp chill outside, steam fogging the kitchen window as Hajime stood with his back to you, shoulders broad beneath a worn gray t-shirt, the muscles of his forearms visible as he rolled up his sleeves to wash something in the sink.
"I'm home," you called unnecessarily, dropping your sodden bag on the floor with a wet thud.
He glanced over his shoulder, eyes taking in your bedraggled state with a quick sweep that somehow missed nothing. "You look like shit."
"Charming as always, Hajime," you muttered, but there was no heat in it. This was your rhythm, comfortable and worn like an old sweater.
"Take a hot shower before you catch something. Food'll be ready in twenty." He turned back to whatever he was doing, dismissing you with the easy confidence of someone who knew his suggestions would be heeded.
And they would be, because he was rightโyou were freezing, your clothes uncomfortably damp and clinging to your skin. But something stubborn in you resisted the immediate compliance, a childish urge to assert some kind of control in a day that had seemed determined to strip it from you at every turn.
"What are you making?" You moved closer instead, peering around his solid frame to see what was in the pot he was stirring. The kitchen was small, barely enough room for two people to move comfortably, and your shoulder brushed against his back as you leaned in.
"Curry. My mom's recipe." A pause, then almost grudgingly: "The one you like."
Something warm unfurled in your chest at that, at the knowledge that he'd chosen to make your favorite comfort food on this miserable day. It was so typically Hajimeโgruff words masking thoughtful actions, caring for you in ways so subtle and consistent they were easy to overlook. He'd always been like that, from the time you were children and he'd wordlessly handed you his jacket when you shivered at the summer festival, to now, cooking you dinner after what he'd somehow intuited had been a terrible day.
"Let me help," you said, already reaching for the cabinet where plates were kept.
He made a noncommittal grunt that you interpreted as assent, and for several minutes you worked in companionable silence, moving around each other in the cramped kitchen with the unconscious choreography of people who had shared space for years. You set the table while he finished the curry, occasionally brushing against each other in the confined spaceโhis hand on the small of your back as he reached past you for the rice cooker, your arm grazing his as you grabbed utensils from the drawer. Each point of contact sent a small jolt through your system, like static electricity, there and gone so quickly you barely registered it on a conscious level.
"Can you get the good glasses?" Hajime nodded toward the upper cabinet. "The ones your mom sent."
You moved to comply, stretching up on tiptoes to reach the cabinet above the stove where the nice glassware was keptโa housewarming gift from your mother, who had insisted that proper adults needed proper glasses, not the mismatched collection of promotional cups and chipped mugs you'd accumulated through high school. Your fingertips just grazed the shelf, not quite able to reach.
"Move," Hajime said from behind you, the single word a command rather than a request. Before you could respond, his chest pressed briefly against your back as he reached over you, his body heat seeping through your damp clothes and making you acutely aware of just how cold you'd been. He grabbed two glasses with ease, his height advantage making the task effortless where you had struggled.
As he set them on the counter, one slipped from his graspโperhaps because of residual soap from washing his hands, or just one of those inexplicable moments of clumsiness that happen to even the most coordinated people. It shattered on the tile floor with a crash that seemed disproportionately loud in the small kitchen, glass fragments exploding outward in a glittering radius that included where you stood in your socked feet.
What happened next occurred so quickly that your brain struggled to process the sequence of events. One moment you were standing there, staring dumbly at the broken glass surrounding your feet; the next, Hajime's hands were on your waist, large and warm and uncompromising as they lifted you bodily off the ground as if you weighed nothing at all. There was a suspended second of weightlessness, of complete surrender to his strength, before he deposited you firmly on the countertop, your legs dangling a safe distance above the hazardous floor.
"Don't move," he ordered, voice dropping to a lower register than you were accustomed to hearing from him, authoritative and unyielding in a way that sent an unexpected shiver racing down your spine. "You'll cut yourself."
And then he was crouching down, carefully gathering the larger shards of glass, his movements precise and methodical. You sat frozen on the countertop, but it wasn't the broken glass that had immobilized youโit was the sudden, visceral awareness of Hajime as a man, not the boy you'd grown up with. The realization crashed over you with such force that it momentarily robbed you of breath, of thought, of any coherent response beyond the thundering of your heart against your ribs.
His hands. God, his hands. How had you never truly seen them before? Large enough to span your waist with ease, strong enough to lift your entire body without apparent effort. The same hands that had patched up your scraped knees as children, that had spiked volleyballs with devastating power in high school, that now moved with careful precision as they collected broken glass. The dichotomy was dizzyingโsuch strength capable of such gentleness, such careful control harnessing such raw power.
And the way he'd lifted youโso effortlessly, so decisively, without hesitation or strain. As if the most natural response to potential danger was to simply remove you from its path, to take control of the situation and your body in one fluid motion. There had been nothing sexual in the gesture, nothing overtly intimate, and yet heat bloomed low in your abdomen, spreading outward until even your fingertips tingled with it.
This was Hajimeโyour Hajimeโwho had seen you with chicken pox and braces, who had held your hair back when you vomited after your first ill-advised experiment with alcohol at sixteen, who knew all your embarrassing secrets and childhood fears. And yet suddenly he was also this stranger with broad shoulders and capable hands and a voice that commanded obedience without question. How had you never noticed the way his t-shirt stretched across his chest when he reached up, or how the tendons in his forearms flexed as he worked, or the sheer masculine solidity of him occupying space in your shared kitchen?
"You okay?" His voice cut through your spiraling thoughts, and you realized he was looking up at you from his crouched position, brow furrowed in concern. "You look flushed. Are you getting sick?"
Sick? Yes, perhaps that explained the sudden heat in your cheeks, the difficulty drawing a full breath, the way your entire body seemed to vibrate with a new awareness you couldn't name. Easier to blame it on illness than to confront the truthโthat something fundamental had shifted in your perception of the man before you, something that couldn't be undone or ignored.
"I'm fine," you managed, your voice sounding strange to your own ears, higher than usual and slightly breathless. "Just... startled."
He grunted, clearly unconvinced, and went back to cleaning up the glass. You watched him in silence, cataloging details with newfound intensityโthe way his hair fell across his forehead as he bent forward, the strong column of his neck disappearing into the collar of his t-shirt, the flex and release of muscles in his shoulders as he moved. How many times had you seen him exactly like this, performing some mundane task in your shared space? And yet now, it was as if you were seeing him through a completely different lens, one that stripped away the comfortable familiarity of your history together and left only this visceral, primal awareness in its place.
Your mother's voice suddenly echoed in your memory, her raised eyebrow and knowing smile when you'd announced your plan to share an apartment with Hajime. "Just the two of you?" she'd asked, a teasing lilt to her voice that had made you roll your eyes at the time. "You know, sweetheart, people change when you live with them. You might see sides of Hajime you've never noticed before."
You'd dismissed her concern with the confident ignorance of someone who believed they knew everything there was to know about their oldest friend. "Mom, it's Hajime. We've been joined at the hip since we were in diapers. There's nothing about him I don't already know."
How spectacularly, catastrophically wrong you had been. Because the Hajime you'd known all your life didn't make your pulse quicken with a single touch. He didn't make you hyperaware of your own body, of the thin fabric of your shirt against suddenly sensitive skin, of the exposure of your bare legs where they dangled from the countertop. He didn't make you wonder, with a kind of reckless curiosity that bordered on desperation, what those hands would feel like on other parts of your body, what that voice would sound like murmuring against your ear, what that strength would be like if it was focused entirely on you in an entirely different context.
Hajime finished gathering the larger pieces of glass and stood, moving to the trash can to dispose of them. "Don't get down yet," he instructed, grabbing the broom from the corner. "I need to sweep to make sure I got all the small pieces."
You nodded mutely, not trusting your voice. There was something almost unbearably intimate about sitting on the counter watching him clean up the mess, something domestic and quotidian that now seemed charged with new significance. This was your life togetherโbroken glasses and curry for dinner and rain pattering against the windowsโand yet suddenly it felt like the setting for something much more complex, much more dangerous than mere friendship or sharing an apartment.
He swept methodically, his movements economical and thorough, occasionally glancing up at you with that same concerned furrow between his brows. "You sure you're okay? You've been quiet."
"Just tired," you lied, forcing a smile that felt brittle on your face. "Long day."
He studied you for a moment longer, eyes narrowing slightly as if he could see through the flimsy excuse, but ultimately he let it go. That was Hajime tooโknowing when to push and when to give you space, respecting your boundaries even when he suspected you weren't being entirely truthful. The thought sent another wave of heat through you, the realization that his consideration, his attentiveness, had always been there but now carried new weight, new implications.
"Done," he announced finally, setting the broom aside. He moved back to stand in front of you, positioned between your dangling legs, and for one wild, heart-stopping moment you thoughtโhoped? feared?โhe might put his hands on your waist again, might lift you down as easily as he'd lifted you up. Instead, he stepped back slightly, giving you space to slide off the counter on your own.
"Thanks," you murmured, suddenly shy in a way you'd never been with him before. Your feet touched the floor, and you were abruptly aware of the height difference between you, of how you had to tilt your head back slightly to meet his eyes, of how easily he couldโ
Could what? Your mind raced ahead, filling in blanks with possibilities that had never occurred to you before this moment. Could back you against the counter. Could tilt your chin up with those strong fingers. Could bend down andโ
"Food's getting cold," Hajime said, breaking the spell. He turned away to grab the pot of curry, seemingly oblivious to the chaotic spiral of your thoughts, to the seismic shift that had just occurred in your perception of him, of your relationship, of everything.
You moved to the table on unsteady legs, sinking into your chair with the distinct feeling that you were no longer the same person who had walked through the door twenty minutes ago. That version of you had seen Hajime as a constant, a known quantity, a childhood friend turned roommate with no complex layers to navigate. This new version saw him as... something else entirely. Something that made your skin too tight, your breath too shallow, your thoughts too scattered to form coherent patterns.
As he served the curry, his forearm brushed against your shoulder, and you flinched at the contact, a small involuntary movement that didn't escape his notice.
"Seriously, what's wrong with you tonight?" he asked, genuine concern mixing with exasperation in his voice. "You're acting weird."
You looked up at himโat the familiar features you'd known all your life, at the strong jaw and direct gaze and perpetual slight furrow between his browsโand felt as if you were seeing a stranger superimposed over your oldest friend. How could you explain that the problem wasn't him but your own sudden, visceral recognition of him as a man, as someone who could make your heart race with just the casual display of strength, who could command a roomโcommand youโwith nothing more than the tone of his voice?
"Nothing's wrong," you lied again, knowing he wouldn't believe you but unable to offer anything closer to the truth. "Just... thinking about something."
He raised an eyebrow, clearly waiting for elaboration, but when none came, he simply shook his head and sat down across from you. "Fine. Keep your secrets. But eat something before you pass out."
You picked up your spoon obediently, going through the motions of eating while your mind continued its treacherous exploration of this new territory. Every movement Hajime made now seemed laden with significanceโthe flex of his jaw as he chewed, the way his fingers curled around his water glass, how his throat worked when he swallowed. Had he always taken up so much space at the table, his presence so solid and undeniable? Had his eyes always held that intensity when they rested on you, as if he could see beneath your skin to the turmoil beneath?
"Is it not good?" he asked, nodding toward your barely-touched food.
"No, it's delicious," you assured him quickly, forcing yourself to take another bite to prove it. "I'm just... distracted."
"By what?" he pressed, setting down his spoon and giving you his full attention. It was overwhelming, being the sole focus of that gaze, being pinned in place by nothing more than his interest, his concern.
"Work stuff," you said vaguely, knowing it was a weak excuse but unable to formulate anything more convincing when your brain was so thoroughly occupied with cataloging the exact shade of his eyes in the warm kitchen light, the precise curve of his mouth as it turned down slightly in skepticism.
He didn't believe youโthat much was clear from his expressionโbut instead of calling you on the obvious lie, he simply reached across the table and pressed the back of his hand to your forehead, checking for fever with the casual intimacy of someone who had done so countless times before. His skin was cool against yours, his touch gentle despite the roughness of his calluses, and you fought the urge to lean into the contact like a cat seeking affection.
"You don't feel warm," he murmured, brow furrowed in concentration. "But you look flushed."
Because you're touching me, you wanted to say. Because I can feel your pulse in your wrist where it rests against my cheek. Because I suddenly can't remember how to breathe normally when you're this close. Instead, you pulled back slightly, breaking the contact before you could do something mortifying like turn your face into his palm.
"I'm fine, Hajime. Really. Just tired and wet and..." You trailed off, gesturing vaguely at your still-damp clothes.
Understanding dawned on his face. "You never took that shower. Go. Now. Before you actually do get sick." He stood, gathering your mostly-full plate. "I'll keep this warm for you."
The note of command was back in his voice, that tone that brooked no argument and expected immediate compliance. And just like that, the heat returned, spreading through your body like wildfire, making it difficult to stand without revealing the sudden weakness in your knees.
"Yeah, okay," you managed, pushing back from the table. "Thanks."
As you turned to go, his hand caught your wrist, the contact sending a jolt of electricity up your arm. You froze, heart hammering against your ribs, afraid to look back at him lest your face betray the chaos of your thoughts.
"Hey," he said, his voice softer now, tinged with genuine concern. "You'd tell me if something was really wrong, right?"
The question hung in the air between you, loaded with years of trust and friendship, with the certainty that had always existed between youโthat no matter what, you could tell each other anything. Except this. How could you possibly tell him that everything had changed in the span of a few minutes, that you suddenly saw him not as Hajime-your-friend but as Hajime-the-man, that your body responded to his proximity in ways that were entirely new and terrifying and exhilarating?
"Of course," you lied, the words tasting bitter on your tongue. "Always."
He released your wrist, apparently satisfied, and you fled to the bathroom, closing the door behind you with perhaps more force than necessary. You leaned against it, eyes closed, breath coming in shallow gasps as if you'd run a marathon instead of simply walking down a hallway.
The face that greeted you in the mirror was both familiar and strangeโyour features the same as they had always been, but your eyes wider, darker, your cheeks flushed with color that had nothing to do with fever or cold. You looked like someone on the edge of something monumental, someone teetering between before and after, between safety and risk.
As you stripped off your damp clothes and stepped under the hot spray of the shower, you couldn't escape the realization that had ambushed you in the kitchen. Hajime was no longer just your childhood friend, your roommate, your constant. He was a man who made your pulse race and your skin tingle, whose casual display of strength had awakened something primal and hungry within you, whose voice could command your obedience with a single word.
And nothingโnot the scalding water beating down on your shoulders, not the steam filling the small bathroom, not the rational part of your brain screaming warnings about ruining friendships and crossing lines that couldn't be uncrossedโnothing could wash away the sudden, visceral certainty that you wanted him. Not as a friend, not as a roommate, but as a man wants a woman, with all the messy, complicated, thrilling implications that entailed.
The question that remained, as you pressed your forehead against the cool tile of the shower wall and tried to regain your equilibrium, was what the hell you were supposed to do about it now.
The days following what you'd come to think of as the Kitchen Incident unfolded like a fever dream, your perception of Hajime permanently, irrevocably altered. It was as if someone had adjusted the focus on a camera you'd been looking through your entire lifeโsuddenly everything was sharper, more defined, details you'd never noticed before now impossible to ignore.
There was the morning after, when you'd emerged from your bedroom to find him doing push-ups in the living room, body moving with controlled power, the muscles in his back shifting beneath his thin t-shirt with each precise movement. You'd frozen in the hallway, coffee mug clutched in white-knuckled fingers as you counted along silentlyโforty-seven, forty-eight, forty-nineโuntil he finally rolled to his feet in one fluid motion. A strange flutter rippled through your stomach at the sight, but you pushed it down immediately. This was Hajime, for god's sake. The same Hajime who'd eaten dirt on a dare when you were eight, who'd thrown up in your mom's hydrangea bushes after your first attempt at making cookies resulted in severe food poisoning. There was absolutely no reason for your heart to suddenly kick against your ribs just because he could do a lot of push-ups.
"Morning," he'd grunted, using the bottom of his shirt to wipe sweat from his face, momentarily exposing a stretch of tanned abdomen. You forced your eyes away, confused by the urge to keep staring. "You sleep okay?"
You'd mumbled something noncommittal, retreating to the kitchen before your brain could continue its bizarre malfunction. Probably just tired. Or hungry. Or both.
Then there was the incident with the jar three days laterโa stubborn pickle jar with a lid that refused to budge despite your increasingly frustrated efforts. You'd been about to resort to running it under hot water when Hajime wandered in, drawn by your muttered curses. Without a word, he'd taken it from your hands, his fingers brushing against yours in a contact that sent an unexpected jolt through your system. He'd twisted the lid off with one easy motion, not even the slightest strain showing on his face as the vacuum seal gave way with a soft pop.
"Thanks," you'd managed, trying not to stare at his hands. Had they always been that large? That capable-looking? You'd seen those hands nearly every day for the past twenty years, and yet suddenly they seemed like they belonged to a stranger. A man, not the boy you'd grown up with. The thought made you strangely light-headed.
"You okay?" he'd asked, interrupting your confused spiral.
"Fine," you'd said quickly, snatching the jar back and turning away. Just a weird mood. That's all it was. You'd get over it.
But you didn't get over it. If anything, this strange new awareness of Hajimeโof his physical presence, his strength, the sheer masculine energy he exuded without seeming to realize itโonly intensified as the days passed. You found yourself noticing things you'd never paid attention to before: the way his throat worked when he swallowed, the rough calluses on his palms when his hand accidentally brushed yours, the way his t-shirts stretched across his shoulders, evidence of years of rigorous athletic training.
The breaking point came a week after the Kitchen Incident, when you'd returned home from a study session to find Hajime in the bathroom, crouched down in front of the sink, wrench in hand as he worked on a leaky faucet. He hadn't heard you come in, too focused on the task at hand, giving you an uninterrupted view of him from the doorway. He wore a simple white tank top that had seen better days, thin with washing and clinging to the muscles of his back where sweat had made it transparent. His jeans rode low on his hips as he leaned forward, exposing a strip of tanned skin and the waistband of his black boxer briefs. His arm flexed as he turned the wrench, the muscles shifting beneath his skin with controlled power that made your mouth suddenly dry.
You'd stood there, frozen in the hallway, watching as he worked, completely unaware of your presence or the effect he was having on you. Water dripped from the pipe onto his forearm, trailing down to his wrist in a meandering path that your eyes followed with inexplicable intensity. A bead of sweat rolled down the back of his neck, disappearing beneath the collar of his tank top, and you had the sudden, intrusive urge to trace its path with your tongue, to taste the salt of his skin, toโ
The thought had jolted you out of your trance, shocking in its suddenness and clarity. What the fuck was wrong with you? This was Hajime. Your best friend. The boy who'd pushed you on the swings and shared his lunch when you forgot yours and sat with you in the nurse's office when you had your first period at school and were too embarrassed to call your mom. You didn't think about licking his skin or touching him orโGodโanything else your suddenly deranged brain was suggesting.
You'd backed away silently, retreating to your room before he could notice you, closing the door and leaning against it as you tried to understand what was happening to you. It was just stress, you'd decided. The pressure of university, of being away from home for the first time, of adjusting to this new life in Tokyo. That had to be it. There was no other explanation for why you'd suddenly started noticing your childhood friend in ways that made your skin feel too tight and your heart beat too fast.
Denial, it turned out, was a surprisingly effective coping mechanismโat least for a while. You managed to convince yourself that your heightened awareness of Hajime was just a phase, a temporary blip that would resolve itself if you just ignored it hard enough. You avoided being alone with him when possible, kept physical contact to a minimum, and desperately tried not to notice things like the way his hair fell across his forehead when he leaned over his textbooks or how his voice dropped to a lower register when he was tired.
But then came the heatwaveโa brutally hot Saturday in early November, one of those freakish late-autumn days where summer seemed to have returned with a vengeance, the temperature soaring into the high eighties despite the changing leaves. You'd spent the morning at the library, studying for upcoming exams in the blessed air conditioning, but eventually hunger had driven you home despite the heat that hit you like a physical wall when you stepped outside.
The apartment was quiet when you entered, the only sound the distant hum of traffic from the street below and the soft whirring of the standing fan in the corner of the living room. You called out a greeting that went unanswered as you kicked off your shoes, dropping your bag by the door with a heavy thud.
"Hajime?" The apartment wasn't largeโif he was home, he should have heard you. Perhaps he'd gone out, though his running shoes remained in their usual haphazard position by the door.
Movement caught your eye through the glass door leading to the small balconyโa flash of bare skin in the sunlight. You moved closer, curiosity drawing you forward, and then stopped dead, your breath catching in your throat at the sight that greeted you.
Hajime lay stretched out on a towel on the balcony floor, wearing nothing but a pair of black athletic shorts that rode high on his powerful thighs. His chest was bare, absolutely drenched in sweat that made his skin gleam in the harsh afternoon sun, the defined muscles of his abdomen rising and falling with each slow breath. The dusting of dark hair across his chest was visible now, damp with sweat and trailing down to his navel before thickening into a more defined path that disappeared beneath the waistband of his shorts. His small brown nipples were hard, either from the heat or the light breeze that occasionally stirred the heavy air, the contrast against his tanned skin making your mouth water in a way that shocked even you. A smaller towel was draped across his face, presumably to block the sunlight, leaving him unaware of your presence as you stood frozen in the doorway, eyes wide and heart hammering against your ribs.
He was magnificentโraw masculinity on display, unfiltered and unself-conscious in a way that made your knees weak and your core throb with sudden, undeniable want. Those shorts left absolutely nothing to the imagination, plastered to his body by sweat and revealing the substantial outline of what could only be his cock, thick and heavy even in its relaxed state. You couldn't tear your eyes away from it, from the clear shape visible through the thin, sweat-soaked fabric, your brain immediately supplying vivid imagery of what it might look like freed from those shorts, how it would feel in your hand, your mouth, between your thighs.
'Fuck,' your inner voice whispered, no longer interested in denial or pretense. 'Look at that bulge. He's fucking huge. I knew it, I fucking knew he'd be hung like that. I bet he could split me in half with that thing and I'd thank him for it.'
You should move. You should turn around, go back inside, pretend you'd never seen thisโHajime splayed out like an offering, all that strength rendered momentarily vulnerable in unconscious repose. But your feet remained rooted to the spot, your eyes greedily devouring details you'd never allow yourself to linger on if he were awake: the sharp cut of his hipbones above the waistband of his shorts, the way his throat worked as he swallowed unconsciously, the trail of hair that you suddenly, desperately wanted to follow with your tongue, from his chest all the way down to where it disappeared beneath his shorts, to take his cock in your mouth andโ
'Jesus Christ, I need therapy,' your brain supplied, even as your body throbbed with want so intense it was almost painful. 'Or I need to get laid. By him. Right now. On this balcony. I don't even care if the neighbors see. They should see. Everyone should see what a fucking god he is.'
The towel shifted, and your heart stopped as Hajime's hand moved to push it up slightly, revealing the strong line of his jaw, the curve of his mouth. You were caught, deer in headlights, unable to move or speak or do anything but stare with undisguised hunger at the feast laid out before you.
"That you?" His voice was rough, whether from sleep or the heat impossible to tell. "Thought you'd be gone longer."
"Just got back," you managed, impressed at how normal your voice sounded when your internal monologue had devolved into a stream of 'fuck me fuck me please just fuck me until I can't walk straight, bend me over right here, I don't care, I'll take that monster cock any way you want to give it to me.'
He pushed the towel off entirely now, squinting up at you against the brightness of the sun. Sweat gleamed on his forehead, in the hollow of his throat, along the ridges of his abdomen. A drop rolled slowly down his chest, following the line of dark hair downward, and you tracked its progress with an intensity that bordered on obsession.
'Fuck, I don't care how sweaty he is, I'd lick every drop off him like it's the best thing I've ever tasted,' you thought wildly. 'I'd clean him better than any shower could, get on my knees and worship every inch of that body with my tongue until he couldn't take it anymore and had to fuck my throat just to shut me up.'
"You okay?" Hajime propped himself up on his elbows, brow furrowing in concern, the movement causing his abdominal muscles to flex and contract in a way that made your mouth water. "You look weird again. Is it the heat?"
Oh, it was heat alrightโthe heat of your cunt practically dripping at the sight of him, the heat of imagining those big hands spreading your thighs wide, those fingers pushing inside you, that mouth on your neck, your breasts, between your legs, that cock stretching you open so good you'd see stars.
"I'm fine," you said, the lie coming easily after weeks of practice. "Just a little warm."
He grunted, unconvinced as always by your increasingly transparent falsehoods. "Grab some water. You look like you're about to pass out."
'I'm about to cream my fucking pants is what I'm about to do,' you thought hysterically. 'One good look at that dick print and I'm ready to let you ruin my life, destroy my pussy, leave me a whimpering mess begging for more. I'd let you cum on my face and use it as a fucking face mask, I swear to god.'
"Good idea," you said, impressed by your own self-control when your entire body felt like it was on fire, your underwear embarrassingly damp just from looking at him. "You want some too?"
He nodded, still watching you with that slight furrow between his brows, the one that appeared whenever he was trying to solve a particularly challenging problem. You were the problem now, your strange behavior these past weeks, the way you flinched when he touched you, the flush that seemed permanently etched on your cheeks whenever he was near.
You retreated to the kitchen on unsteady legs, pressing your thighs together as you walked in a vain attempt to alleviate the ache between them. This couldn't continue. You couldn't keep living like this, constantly on edge, constantly fighting this new awareness of him, this hunger that threatened to consume you from the inside out. Something had to give.
But as you filled two glasses with cold water, hands trembling slightly, you knew with absolute certainty that it wouldn't be today. Today you would bring him water, you would make normal conversation, you would retreat to your room and shove your face into your pillow to muffle the sounds as you fucked yourself with your fingers, imagining it was his cock inside you, his voice in your ear telling you how tight you were, how good you felt, how he was going to fill you up with his cum until it dripped down your thighs.
And tomorrow? Tomorrow you would do it all again, trapped in this exquisite torture of wanting what had once been the most familiar, comfortable relationship in your lifeโnow transformed into something dangerous, thrilling, and entirely out of your control.
Days passed in a haze of unrelenting sexual frustration following the balcony incident. You'd managed to hand Hajime his water that day, maintaining a facade of normalcy while your internal monologue screamed obscenities that would make a sailor blush. The pattern had continuedโyou going about your daily life pretending everything was fine while your mind supplied increasingly explicit scenarios involving your childhood friend, his massive cock, and various surfaces of your shared apartment.
Tonight was no different, the clock on your laptop reading 7:48 PM as you attempted to focus on an assignment due the following week. The apartment had been quiet for hours, Hajime still at practice, giving you a brief reprieve from the constant torment of his presence. You'd almost managed to trick yourself into believing you could be productive, that you could think about something other than what Hajime would look like naked and sweaty above you, when the sound of the front door opening shattered your concentration.
His footsteps in the hallway were immediately differentโslower, heavier, with a slight drag that wasn't typical of his usual confident stride. You looked up from your laptop as he appeared in the doorway to your room, his face drawn in a grimace that set alarm bells ringing in your head.
"What's wrong?" you asked, immediately closing your laptop and giving him your full attention. Despite the constant state of arousal he unknowingly kept you in, he was still your best friend, and the obvious discomfort on his face pushed all lustful thoughts temporarily aside.
"Pulled something during practice," he muttered, leaning against the doorframe with one hand pressed to his upper thigh. Even in pain, he managed to look devastatingly attractive, his hair damp with sweat and his practice clothes clinging to his body in a way that highlighted every defined muscle. "Coach says it's just a strain, but it hurts like a bitch."
Your eyes were drawn to where his hand pressed against his thigh, just below where his athletic shorts ended. The muscle there was tensed visibly, and without thinking, you blurted out, "I could massage it for you."
The words hung in the air between you, and for a split second, panic seized your chest. What the fuck were you thinking? Offering to put your hands on his thigh when you could barely look at him without imagining riding his face? But before you could retract the offer, Hajime's expression shifted from surprise to relief.
"Would you? Coach showed us how to do it, but it's awkward to reach properly myself." He straightened from the doorframe, wincing slightly as he put weight on the affected leg. "It's my hamstring, upper inner thigh. Guess I pushed too hard during sprints."
Your mouth went dry at his casual description. Upper inner thigh. Which meant your hands would be inches from hisโNo. Focus. He was in pain, and he needed your help. This was what friends did for each other. It didn't matter that your heart was suddenly racing, that heat was pooling between your legs at the mere thought of touching him so intimately. You were an adult. You could handle this.
"Sure," you managed, aiming for nonchalance and probably missing by a mile. "Come sit down." You patted the edge of your bed after you put your laptop away, the only suitable surface in the room besides your desk chair, which was too small and awkward for what you'd need to do.
Hajime crossed to the bed with that same slight limp, the discomfort evident in the tightness around his eyes. He sat heavily on the edge of your mattress, the familiar weight of him causing the bed to dip, sending a cascade of memories through your mindโhow many times had he sat exactly like this over the years? How many times had you shared this same casual intimacy without a second thought? And now, your heart was pounding like you were about to jump out of an airplane rather than help your injured friend.
"I, uh, need to..." He gestured vaguely at his shorts, a slight flush creeping up his neck. "To get proper access to the muscle."
"Right," you said, your voice embarrassingly high. "Of course."
With a grunt of discomfort, Hajime stood long enough to push his athletic shorts down his legs, revealing black boxer briefs that clung to his muscular thighs and, more distressingly, did absolutely nothing to hide the substantial bulge at his groin. You forced your eyes away from it, focusing instead on the clearly tensed muscle of his upper thigh, where a slight redness indicated the strained area.
He sat back down, now wearing nothing but his t-shirt and those obscenely tight boxer briefs, his legs slightly spread to accommodate the injury. "Coach said firm pressure in circular motions, working from the knee up. But not too hard right on the strain itself."
You nodded, not trusting your voice, and moved to kneel on the floor between his spread legs. This was fine. This was normal. This was just you helping your injured friend, not you positioning yourself at eye-level with his crotch, close enough to feel the heat radiating from his skin, to smell the clean sweat and masculine scent that was uniquely Hajime.
"Tell me if I press too hard," you said, placing your hands tentatively on his knee, feeling the coarse hair that covered his legs against your palms. His skin was hot to the touch, almost feverish, though whether from the injury or just his naturally high body temperature, you couldn't tell.
You began the massage gently, working your thumbs in small circles just above his knee, feeling the dense muscle beneath your fingers. Hajime was solid everywhere, the result of years of rigorous training, not an ounce of softness to be found. You worked methodically upward, applying gradually increasing pressure as you moved toward the strained area, focusing intently on the task at hand rather than on how close your hands were getting to the edge of his boxer briefs, to the place where his thigh met hisโ
"That's good," Hajime murmured, his voice lower than usual, slightly rough at the edges. "A little higher."
You swallowed hard and obeyed, moving your hands further up his thigh, your thumbs now pressing into the sensitive inner portion where the strain was located. This close, you could see where the hem of his boxer briefs had ridden up slightly, exposing more of his tanned skin. You could also see, no matter how hard you tried not to look, the unmistakable outline of his cock through the thin fabric, seemingly thicker than it had been a few minutes ago.
'He's getting hard from this,' your brain helpfully pointed out, sending a jolt of heat straight between your legs. 'Your hands on his thigh are making his cock hard. Imagine what would happen if you moved your hands just a little higher, slipped them under the fabric, wrapped your fingers aroundโ'
"Harder," Hajime said, breaking into your increasingly inappropriate thoughts. "The muscle's really tight."
You bit your lip and increased the pressure, working your thumbs more firmly into the tense muscle. A small sound escaped himโsomething between a grunt and a groanโand the noise shot straight to your core, your cunt clenching around nothing as your brain immediately categorized it as one of the hottest things you'd ever heard.
"That hurts?" you asked, easing the pressure slightly, trying desperately to maintain some semblance of normal friendly concern.
"No," he said quickly, "It's good. It hurts in a good way. Don't stop."
Don't stop. The words echoed in your head, your imagination immediately supplying a very different context for themโHajime above you, inside you, his voice rough as he told you not to stop, to keep going, to take all of himโ
You realized your thumbs had stilled and resumed the massage, working the tense muscle with more confidence now. Hajime leaned back slightly, bracing himself on his hands, his head dropping back as another low groan escaped him. The position stretched his t-shirt across his chest, highlighting the defined muscles beneath, and caused his abs to contract visibly. The sight made your mouth water, your body responding with a rush of heat and dampness between your thighs.
"That's... really helping," he murmured, eyes closed now, completely unaware of the effect he was having on you. "A little higher, right where it connects... yeah, there."
Your hands were now mere centimeters from the edge of his boxer briefs, your thumbs pressing into the incredibly sensitive juncture where thigh met groin. You could feel the heat of him, the strength in the muscle even as it remained tense under your ministrations. And you could see, no matter how much you tried to be professional about this, that his cock was definitely hardening, the outline becoming more pronounced against the black fabric.
Suddenly, Hajime shifted, dropping from his seated position to lie flat on your bed, one arm coming up to drape across his eyes as he stretched his legs out more fully. "Sorry," he mumbled, "sitting was making it worse. Is this okay?"
It was more than okay. It was the stuff of your recent fantasiesโHajime sprawled across your bed, his powerful body on display, his legs spread to accommodate you between them. The new position pulled his boxer briefs even tighter across his groin, leaving absolutely nothing to the imagination. He was definitely hard now, his cock creating an impressive tent in the fabric, the head of it visible as a distinct ridge beneath the tight material.
"This is fine," you managed, your voice strangled as you adjusted your position, still kneeling but now between his spread legs as he lay on your bed. You resumed the massage, working your thumbs in firm circles against the strained muscle, trying to ignore the fact that his cock was now at eye level, so close you could lean forward and mouth at it through his boxer briefs if you lost all sense of self-preservation.
Hajime made another one of those devastatingly hot soundsโa deep groan that rumbled up from his chestโas your thumbs hit a particularly tight spot. "Fuck, that's it," he murmured, the curse word falling from his lips with an ease that sent another rush of heat to your core. "Right there."
Your cunt throbbed in response to his words, to his tone, to the sight of him laid out before you like some pagan offering to the god of your sexual frustration. Without conscious thought, you shifted position, raising yourself up higher on your knees to get better leverage, one leg moving to straddle his uninjured thigh as you continued to work the knotted muscle.
In this new position, your core was pressed directly against the solid muscle of his thigh, the pressure providing a tantalizing hint of relief for the ache that had built between your legs. You hadn't intended itโor at least, you could tell yourself you hadn'tโbut now that you were here, the temptation was overwhelming. You continued the massage, your thumbs working deep into the muscle, but your focus had shifted almost entirely to the delicious pressure against your cunt, separated from his skin by only the thin fabric of your shorts and underwear.
Hajime's groans grew more frequent, deeper, as you worked the strained muscle with increasing confidence. His arm remained thrown across his eyes, blocking his vision, leaving him unaware of how you'd positioned yourself, of how your hips had begun to move in tiny, almost imperceptible circles against his thigh. The motion was so slight that you could almost pretend it wasn't happening, that you weren't essentially grinding yourself against your best friend while he lay vulnerable and in pain beneath you.
But it was happening. With each press of your thumbs into his muscle, your hips rocked slightly, dragging your clit against the firm ridge of his thigh through your clothes. The dual sensationโhis skin hot beneath your hands, his thigh solid against your coreโwas intoxicating, addictive. You found yourself pressing harder with your thumbs just to justify the increased pressure of your cunt against his leg, the massage becoming secondary to the slow, torturous pleasure building between your thighs.
You weren't even truly massaging anymore, your hands simply holding his thigh as your hips worked in increasingly blatant movements against him. Your breathing had grown heavier, your focus narrowed to the point of contact between your body and his, the rest of the world falling away as pleasure built in slow, inexorable waves. You were wetโembarrassingly soโyour arousal likely soaking through your underwear and shorts to dampen his skin, but you couldn't bring yourself to care, couldn't bring yourself to stop this illicit pleasure even knowing how wrong it was, how much it risked.
"What are you doing?"
Hajime's voice cut through the haze of arousal like a bucket of ice water. His arm was no longer covering his eyes; instead, he had raised his head, propped up on his elbows, watching you with an expression you couldn't immediately decipherโshock, certainly, but something else too, something darker and more intense that made your stomach flip.
Reality crashed back with brutal force. You were straddling his thigh, grinding yourself against him like a bitch in heat while he lay injured on your bed. Your hands had stopped any pretense of massage, instead gripping his thigh as you essentially used him to get yourself off. Mortification flooded through you, hot and overwhelming, as you realized how completely you'd lost control.
"Iโ" you started, but what could you possibly say? How could you explain this away? Your mind raced for an explanation, an excuse, anything to salvage the situation, but came up empty. There was no innocent interpretation of what you'd been doing, no way to pretend this was normal behavior between friends.
Before you could formulate a response, before you could even move off his leg, a familiar electronic chime sounded from your laptop on the deskโthe distinctive ring of an incoming video call. Tooru's custom ringtone, the one he'd set up himself the last time he'd visited, claiming it was "more dramatic" than the default.
Relief surged through you at the interruption, giving you an excuse to escape this excruciating moment. You practically leapt from Hajime's leg, scrambling toward your desk with undignified haste. "That's Tooru," you said unnecessarily, as if Hajime hadn't heard the same ringtone countless times before. "I shouldโI should get that."
"Don't," Hajime said, his voice carrying a note of command that sent an involuntary shiver down your spine despite the circumstances.
But you were already reaching for your laptop, flipping it open with trembling fingers. "He'll just keep calling if I don't answer," you said, the excuse sounding weak even to your own ears. "You know how he is."
Before Hajime could protest further, you accepted the call, Tooru's face filling the screen with his usual dramatic timing. His hair was perfectly styled despite the late hour in Argentina, his smile wide and practiced until he got a good look at your face.
"Well, don't you look flustered," he said immediately, his keen eyes missing nothing even through the screen. "What have you been up to, hmm? Your face is all red."
"Nothing," you said too quickly. "Just, um, exercising."
Tooru's eyebrows shot up, his expression shifting to one of delighted suspicion. "Exercising? In your bedroom? At eight o'clock at night?" His eyes narrowed, peering past you as if trying to see more of the room. "Where's Iwa-chan? Is he home?"
"I'm here," Hajime's voice came from behind you, still rough at the edges but controlled now, giving nothing away. He hadn't moved from your bed, still sprawled there in his underwear with a visible erection, but thankfully out of the camera's field of vision. "Just got back from practice."
Tooru's eyes lit up at the sound of Hajime's voice, his expression turning sly. "Oh? And why aren't you on camera, Iwa-chan? Hiding something?"
"None of your business, Shittykawa," Hajime growled, the familiar insult falling from his lips with practiced ease despite the charged atmosphere in the room.
Tooru gasped dramatically, hand flying to his chest in feigned offense. "So mean, Iwa-chan! And here I am, calling from across the world just to check on my two favorite people." His gaze shifted back to you, shrewd and calculating despite his playful tone. "You're being suspiciously quiet. Both of you are. What were you doing before I called?"
"Nothing," you repeated, knowing you sounded guilty but unable to come up with anything more convincing. "Hajime pulled a muscle at practice. I was just helping him with it."
"Helping him with it," Tooru repeated slowly, his lips curving into a knowing smirk. "I see. And how exactly were you 'helping' him with his... muscle?"
Before you could stammer out another unconvincing denial, you heard the bed shift behind you, and then Hajime was there, his presence solid and unmistakable at your back, still out of the camera's view but close enough that you could feel the heat radiating from his body.
"Hang up," he said quietly, his voice pitched low enough that Tooru couldn't hear, his breath warm against your ear, raising goosebumps along your neck. "Now."
You ignored him, focusing on Tooru instead, desperation making you cling to this lifeline of normalcy, this barrier between you and the conversation you were definitely not ready to have with Hajime. "How's Argentina?" you asked brightly, your voice unnaturally high. "Tell us everything. How's your team? Your apartment? Have you tried that restaurant you mentioned last time?"
Tooru opened his mouth to answer, still looking suspicious but seemingly willing to play along, when you felt Hajime's hand on your thigh. Not your knee, not your calf, but high on your thigh, his fingers splayed wide, nearly spanning the width of it with his palm. The touch was deliberate, possessive in a way that made your breath catch, your words dying in your throat as his hand began to move slowly upward, pushing beneath the loose fabric of your shorts.
"Hang up," Hajime repeated, his voice firmer now, an unmistakable command that made your stomach flip and your core throb with renewed arousal. "Or I'll hang up for you."
His fingers continued their upward path, now brushing against the edge of your underwear, so close to where you were embarrassingly wet, where you had been grinding yourself against his thigh just minutes ago. The touch was a clear escalation, a deliberate crossing of the line you'd already blurred with your actions.
"Are you even listening to me?" Tooru's voice cut through your distraction, his head tilted in confusion at your obvious lack of attention. "What's going on over there? You're acting weird. Both of you."
Hajime's fingers slipped beneath the elastic of your underwear without warning, sliding easily through the slick evidence of your arousal to find your clit with unerring accuracy. The contact was electric, pulling a small gasp from your lips before you could stop it, your body jerking slightly in response.
"Are you okay?" Tooru asked, leaning closer to the screen, his brow furrowed in concern that quickly shifted to suspicion as his eyes narrowed. "Wait a minute. Where exactly is Iwa-chan right now? And why did you make that noise?"
Hajime's fingers didn't still at Tooru's questions, instead beginning to move in slow, deliberate circles against your clit, spreading your wetness, building a pleasure so intense it took everything in you not to moan out loud. His other hand came to rest on your shoulder, keeping you in place as he continued his torturous ministrations, his body a solid wall of heat at your back.
"Iโ" you started, but whatever excuse you might have formed died as Hajime slid a thick finger inside you, the intrusion so sudden and so perfect that your eyes threatened to roll back in your head. "Tooru, I shouldโI need to go."
Understanding dawned on Tooru's face, his eyes widening comically before a shit-eating grin spread across his features. "Oh my god," he said, voice rising with glee. "Oh my GOD. He's touching you right now, isn't he? That's why you're making those faces. That's why he's not on camera." He clapped his hands together in delight. "I knew it! I KNEW IT! You two are fucking!"
"We're notโ" you began automatically, but Hajime chose that moment to curl his finger inside you, hitting a spot that made your words dissolve into a choked sound that could not possibly be mistaken for anything other than pleasure.
"Goodbye, Oikawa," Hajime said, his voice a low rumble that vibrated through your body where he pressed against your back. Without waiting for a response, he reached around you with his free handโthe one not currently buried between your legsโand ended the call with a decisive click, closing the laptop with perhaps more force than necessary.
The sudden silence in the room was deafening, broken only by the sound of your rapid breathing and the obscene wetness of Hajime's finger still moving inside you, joined now by a second that stretched you further, making you bite your lip to hold back a moan.
"Now," he said, his mouth right against your ear, voice deeper than you'd ever heard it, "we're going to talk about what you were doing on my leg. About how fucking wet you are right now. About how long you've been wanting this." His fingers thrust deeper, emphasizing his words, making your back arch involuntarily. "But first, I'm going to make you come. Because I don't think you can focus on anything else right now, can you?"
The question hung in the air between you, not truly requiring an answer when your body was already providing oneโin the way your inner walls clenched around his fingers, in the flood of wetness coating his knuckles, in the small, helpless sounds escaping your throat with each precise movement of his hand. You couldn't focus on anything beyond the overwhelming sensations he was creating, your world narrowed to the points of contact between his body and yoursโhis chest pressed against your back, his breath hot against your neck, his fingers buried deep inside your cunt, stretching you in a way that your own never could.
"Hajime," you gasped, the syllables of his name fractured by the pleasure building inside you. His thumb found your clit, rubbing slow circles with devastating accuracy, as if he'd been studying your body for years rather than touching you intimately for the first time. Perhaps he had been studying you, noticing things about your responses that even you weren't aware of, the same way you'd recently begun cataloging every detail of his physicality with obsessive precision.
"That's it," he murmured, his voice a low rumble that vibrated through your body where he pressed against you. "Let me hear you. Let me feel how much you want this." His fingers curled inside you, finding that spot that made fireworks explode behind your eyelids, pressure building at the base of your spine with each deliberate stroke. "You've been driving me fucking crazy for weeks, you know that? Walking around in those little shorts, watching me when you think I'm not looking, those sounds you make in your room at night when you think I can't hear you through the wall."
Your eyes flew open at that, mortification flooding through you at the realization that he'd heard youโheard the muffled moans you couldn't quite contain as you touched yourself in the darkness, imagining it was his hands, his mouth, his cock bringing you to release. But the embarrassment was quickly overwhelmed by a fresh wave of arousal at the knowledge that he'd been listening, that he'd known all along what you were doing, who you were thinking about.
"You think I couldn't tell it was my name you were saying?" he continued, his fingers never slowing their relentless rhythm inside you. "Think I couldn't hear you begging for my cock through that thin fucking wall?" His teeth grazed your earlobe, the slight pain a counterpoint to the pleasure building between your thighs. "I've been hard for you for so long I thought I was going to lose my mind. And then today, feeling you grinding on my leg like you couldn't help yourself, seeing how desperate you were for meโfuck, I almost came in my underwear like a fucking teenager."
The image his words conjuredโHajime so turned on by your mindless rutting against his thigh that he nearly lost controlโsent a fresh surge of wetness around his fingers, your clit throbbing almost painfully against his thumb as tension coiled tighter in your core.
"Hajime, I'mโ" you couldn't finish the sentence, your words dissolving into a high, keening sound as he added a third finger, the stretch bordering on too much yet somehow exactly what you needed. Your thighs began to tremble, heat spreading through your lower body in waves that threatened to consume you entirely.
"I know," he growled, his voice strained with the effort of his own restraint. "I can feel it. You're getting tighter, wetter. Your little cunt is squeezing my fingers so hard, I can only imagine how good it's going to feel around my cock." His thumb pressed more firmly against your clit, circling with precise, relentless pressure. "Come for me. Now."
Your body obeyed as if it had been waiting for his command, release crashing over you with an intensity that bordered on violence. Your back arched sharply, a cry tearing from your throat as your inner walls clamped down on his fingers in rhythmic pulses, wetness gushing around his hand in a way that would have embarrassed you if you had any capacity for shame left. The orgasm seemed to go on forever, wave after wave of pleasure radiating outward from your core, leaving you limp and trembling in its wake.
As the intensity began to ebb, Hajime carefully withdrew his fingers, the loss making you whimper despite your oversensitivity. He turned you slowly to face him, and for the first time since he'd touched you, you could see his expression clearlyโpupils blown wide with desire, jaw clenched tight with the effort of restraint, a flush high on his cheekbones that spoke of how affected he was by what had just happened.
He brought his hand to his mouthโthe hand that had just been inside youโand deliberately, maintaining eye contact the entire time, sucked his fingers clean, tasting your arousal with a low groan that sent aftershocks of pleasure rippling through your still-sensitive body.
"Fuck, you taste good," he said, the crudeness of the words at odds with the almost reverent tone in which he delivered them. "Been wondering about that for longer than I should admit."
You stared at him, brain struggling to process the radical shift in your relationship, the fact that Hajimeโyour Hajime, your childhood friend, your roommateโhad just made you come harder than you ever had in your life and was now telling you he'd been fantasizing about how you tasted. It seemed impossible, like a particularly vivid dream your sex-starved brain had conjured after weeks of unfulfilled longing.
"How long?" you finally managed, your voice hoarse, as if you'd been screaming though you were fairly certain you hadn't been that loud.
"How long what?" he asked, his hand coming to rest on your thigh, the touch possessive in a way that made your stomach flip pleasantly. "How long have I wanted to taste you? Touch you? Fuck you until you can't remember your own name?" His thumb traced small circles on your inner thigh, dangerously close to where you were still sensitive and wet from your orgasm. "All of the above, probably longer than you've been wanting the same things from me."
"I thoughtโ" you began, then stopped, unsure how to articulate the weeks of confused desire, the certainty that your sudden awareness of him as a sexual being was one-sided, that acting on it would destroy your friendship.
"You thought what?" he prompted, his other hand coming up to cup your cheek, surprisingly gentle given the intensity of what had just transpired between you. "That I didn't notice how you looked at me? That I didn't want you just as badly? That thisโ" he gestured between you, encompassing the electric tension that had been building for weeks, "โwas all in your head?"
You nodded mutely, leaning into his touch like a cat seeking affection, your body still humming with residual pleasure and the building anticipation of what might come next.
"I've wanted you for years," he said quietly, the confession falling between you like a stone in still water, ripples of implication spreading outward. "Not just like thisโthough fuck knows I've thought about it enough to fill several lifetimesโbut all of you. Every part. The good, the bad, the fucking infuriating parts that make me want to shake you sometimes." His thumb brushed across your lower lip, his eyes tracking the movement with hungry intensity. "I just never thought you saw me that way. Not until recently, when something changed. When you started looking at me like you wanted to devour me whole."
"The kitchen," you murmured, understanding dawning. "That night with the broken glass. That's when it started for me. When I saw you differently."
A small smile played at the corners of his mouth, not the full grin that transformed his face but something softer, more private. "I wondered what had happened. One day we were fine, normal, and the next you were jumping every time I touched you, staring at me when you thought I wouldn't notice, taking suspiciously long showers after I'd been working out in the living room."
Heat flooded your cheeks at how transparent you'd apparently been, how obvious your sudden desire had been to the very object of that desire. "You lifted me onto the counter like I weighed nothing," you explained, the memory still vivid, still capable of sending heat pooling between your legs despite the powerful orgasm you'd just experienced. "You just... took control. And suddenly all I could think about was your hands on me, your strength, how easily you couldโ" You broke off, embarrassment finally catching up with you.
"How easily I could what?" he pressed, his voice dropping lower, rougher, his hand on your thigh inching higher, sending sparks of renewed arousal through your oversensitive body. "Tell me. I want to hear exactly what you've been thinking about."
The command in his voice was impossible to resist, breaking down the last of your inhibitions. "How easily you could hold me down," you admitted, the words coming faster now, tumbling over each other in their rush to be spoken. "Pin me against the wall, the bed, the floorโanywhere. How strong you are, how big your hands are, how they'd feel on my skin, inside me, how your cock would feel stretching me open, filling me up until I couldn't take anymoreโ"
Your words cut off as Hajime surged forward, his mouth capturing yours in a kiss that was nothing like the tentative first kisses you'd imagined during your more romantic fantasies. This was raw, hungry, desperateโteeth clashing, his tongue immediately seeking entrance which you granted without hesitation, his hand moving from your cheek to tangle in your hair, holding you exactly where he wanted you as he devoured your mouth with single-minded intensity.
You responded with equal fervor, weeks of pent-up desire finally finding an outlet as your hands clutched at his shoulders, his chest, anywhere you could reach, greedy for the contact you'd been denying yourself. He tasted faintly of youโa reminder of what he'd done moments agoโmixed with something uniquely him, a flavor you immediately knew you'd never get enough of.
When he finally broke the kiss, you were both breathing hard, his forehead resting against yours, his hand still tangled in your hair, grip just tight enough to send little sparks of pleasure-pain across your scalp.
"I'm going to fuck you now," he said, the crude statement delivered with such matter-of-fact certainty that a fresh wave of arousal flooded between your thighs. "Unless you tell me to stop. Unless this isn't what you want."
"I want it," you assured him immediately, no hesitation, no doubt. "I want you. Please, Hajime."
The plea in your voice seemed to snap something in him, the last thread of his restraint giving way. He stood, pulling you up with him in one fluid motion, his hands moving to your waist as he lifted you bodilyโjust as he had that night in the kitchen, but with far different intentions now. Your legs wrapped around his hips instinctively, your core pressing against the hard length of his cock through the thin fabric of his boxer briefs and your shorts, the contact making you both groan.
He carried you to the bed with the same effortless strength that had started this whole chain of events, laying you down with surprising gentleness given the obvious urgency of his desire. He stood at the edge of the bed, looking down at you with an expression that made your breath catchโhunger, yes, but also something deeper, more complex, a tenderness that belied the crude words and actions that had preceded this moment.
"Take off your clothes," he said, the command softened by the slight tremor in his voice, the way his eyes roamed your body as if he couldn't quite believe this was happening. "I want to see all of you."
You complied without hesitation, sitting up to pull your t-shirt over your head, revealing the simple cotton bra beneathโnothing fancy or seductive, not something you'd worn with the expectation of anyone seeing it. But the way Hajime's eyes darkened at the sight, his throat working as he swallowed hard, made you feel as desirable as if you'd been wearing the most expensive lingerie.
Your shorts and underwear followed, already damp from your earlier activities, leaving you in just your bra. Before you could reach behind to unclasp it, Hajime was there, his weight dipping the mattress as he knelt beside you, his hands replacing yours.
"Let me," he murmured, deftly unhooking the clasp and sliding the straps down your arms, his calloused fingers leaving trails of fire on your skin wherever they touched. When the last piece of clothing was removed, he sat back slightly, eyes roaming your naked body with undisguised appreciation, taking in every curve, every imperfection you'd normally be self-conscious about but couldn't find it in yourself to worry over when he was looking at you like you were the most beautiful thing he'd ever seen.
"Your turn," you said, finding your voice despite the vulnerability of being completely exposed while he remained partially clothed. "Fair's fair."
A small smirk played at the corners of his mouth as he pulled his t-shirt over his head in one smooth motion, revealing the torso you'd been obsessing over for weeksโbroad shoulders tapering to a narrow waist, defined pectoral muscles dusted with dark hair, abs that flexed unconsciously as he moved, the trail of hair leading down from his navel disappearing beneath the waistband of his boxer briefs. The sight was familiar from your recent observations yet somehow more overwhelming now, knowing you were allowed to look, to touch, to taste.
He stood to remove his boxer briefs, pushing them down his powerful thighs and stepping out of them with an athlete's grace. His cock sprang free, hard and thick and intimidating in its sizeโlarger than you'd imagined even in your most optimistic fantasies, the head flushed dark and already leaking pre-cum, a bead of it glistening at the tip. Your mouth watered at the sight, your body clenching around emptiness in anticipation of being filled by him.
"See something you like?" he asked, the cockiness of the question belied by the slight uncertainty in his eyes, a reminder that for all his confidence, this was new territory for him tooโthis crossing of boundaries, this transformation of friendship into something else entirely.
"Everything," you admitted, no room for artifice or games between you after what you'd already shared. "I like everything I see."
The simple honesty seemed to touch something in him, his expression softening for a brief moment before hunger took over once more. He moved onto the bed fully now, nudging your legs apart to kneel between them, his hands running up your thighs in a touch that was both possessive and reverent.
"I've thought about this so many times," he murmured, his thumbs tracing the creases where your thighs met your hips, dangerously close to where you were wet and aching for him. "Having you spread out under me like this. Seeing all of you. Touching you wherever I want." His hands moved higher, skimming over your stomach, your ribs, finally cupping your breasts with a gentleness that contrasted sharply with the intensity in his eyes. "You're even more beautiful than I imagined."
The compliment sent warmth flooding through you that had nothing to do with sexual arousal and everything to do with the man delivering itโHajime, who had never been free with praise, who showed his affection through actions rather than words, now looking at you like you were something precious and telling you you were beautiful.
His thumbs brushed over your nipples, drawing them into tight peaks, the sensation shooting straight to your core. You arched into his touch, a soft moan escaping your lips as he leaned down to replace one thumb with his mouth, hot and wet as he sucked the sensitive bud between his lips. His tongue circled your nipple with deliberate pressure, teeth grazing lightly in a way that walked the perfect line between pleasure and pain.
"Hajime," you gasped, hands coming up to tangle in his hair, holding him against your breast as he continued his ministrations, switching to the other side to ensure both received equal attention. "Please, I needโ"
"What do you need?" he asked, raising his head to meet your gaze, his hair mussed where your fingers had clutched it, his lips slightly swollen from his attentions to your body. "Tell me. I want to hear you say it."
"I need you inside me," you said, beyond embarrassment, beyond anything but the desperate desire to feel him filling you, stretching you, completing the connection that had been building between you for weeksโperhaps years, if his earlier confession was to be believed. "Please, Hajime. I need your cock. Now."
A low growl rumbled from his chest at your words, his eyes darkening with renewed hunger. "Fuck, the mouth on you," he muttered, shifting his position to align himself with your entrance, the blunt head of his cock pressing against your slick folds. "Been dreaming of hearing you say filthy things like that."
He rubbed himself against you, coating his length in your wetness, the friction against your sensitive clit making you writhe beneath him, seeking more pressure, more friction, more of him. When he finally began to push inside, the stretch was immediate and intenseโhe was big, bigger than anyone you'd been with before, his girth forcing your body to accommodate him inch by agonizing inch.
"Fuck," he hissed, his jaw clenched tight with the effort of restraint, sweat beading on his forehead as he fought the urge to thrust forward all at once. "You're so tight. So fucking perfect." He paused when only the head was inside, giving you time to adjust. "You okay? Not hurting you?"
The concern in his voice, the fact that he was checking on you even while clearly struggling with his own control, made something warm bloom in your chest. "I'm good," you assured him, hands running up his arms to his shoulders, feeling the tension in his muscles as he held himself above you. "Just... go slow. It's been a while."
He nodded, understanding without needing further explanation, and resumed his careful entry, pushing forward with exquisite slowness, retreating slightly before pressing deeper each time, working himself into you with a patience that must have cost him dearly given the tightness of his expression, the trembling in his arms as he braced himself above you.
When he was finally seated fully inside you, both of you were breathing hard, adjusting to the overwhelming sensation of being so intimately connected. He was deep, deeper than you'd thought possible, filling you so completely that you felt stretched to your limits, hovering on that exquisite edge between pleasure and discomfort.
"You feelโ" he began, then broke off, apparently unable to find words adequate to describe the sensation. Instead, he leaned down to capture your mouth in a kiss that was surprisingly tender given the circumstances, his tongue tangling with yours as he remained motionless inside you, giving you time to adjust to his size.
The kiss deepened, grew hungrier as your body gradually relaxed around him, the initial discomfort fading into a growing need for movement, for friction. You shifted beneath him, tilting your hips in a silent plea that he immediately understood, breaking the kiss to meet your gaze as he slowly withdrew almost completely before pushing back in with a controlled thrust that hit places inside you that made your vision blur at the edges.
"More," you gasped, hands clutching at his shoulders, nails digging into the firm muscle there. "Hajime, please, more."
He complied, setting a pace that was measured at firstโlong, deep strokes that allowed you to feel every inch of him as he withdrew and pushed back in, his eyes never leaving your face, watching for any sign of discomfort. But as your body opened for him more fully, as your moans grew louder and more desperate, his control began to slip, his thrusts becoming harder, faster, more demanding.
The change in tempo drove you higher, pleasure building with each precise stroke of his cock inside you. He shifted slightly, changing the angle, and suddenly he was hitting that spot inside you that made stars explode behind your eyelids, your back arching off the bed as a particularly loud moan tore from your throat.
"There?" he asked, though the question was clearly rhetorical given your reaction. A smirk played at the corners of his mouth as he deliberately aimed for the same spot again, watching with obvious satisfaction as you writhed beneath him. "Gonna remember that. Gonna learn every inch of you, figure out exactly how to make you scream my name."
The promise in his words, the implication that this wasn't a one-time thing, that he planned to do this againโto learn your body, to perfect his knowledge of what brought you pleasureโsent a fresh wave of arousal through you, your inner walls clenching around him in a way that made him groan, his rhythm faltering momentarily.
"Fuck, do that again," he muttered, his voice strained with the effort of maintaining control. "Squeeze my cock like that again."
You did, deliberately tightening around him, watching with fascination as his eyes nearly rolled back in his head, a string of curses falling from his lips as his hips jerked forward with increased urgency. The sight of him losing control because of you, because of how your body felt around his, was intoxicating, a power you hadn't expected to have in this situation.
His hand slid between your bodies, finding your clit with unerring accuracy, circling the sensitive bundle of nerves in time with his thrusts. The dual stimulation was overwhelming, pushing you rapidly toward a second orgasm that promised to be even more intense than the first.
"Hajime, I'm close," you warned, your voice breaking on his name as tension coiled tighter in your core, heat spreading through your lower body in waves that threatened to consume you entirely.
"Me too," he admitted, his movements growing more erratic, less controlled, his breathing harsh in the quiet of the room. "Want to feel you come on my cock. Want to feel you squeeze me when you let go."
His words, combined with the relentless pressure of his fingers on your clit and the perfect angle of his thrusts, pushed you over the edge. Your orgasm crashed over you with stunning intensity, your back arching sharply off the bed, a cry tearing from your throat that might have been his name or just an incoherent sound of pleasure. Your inner walls clamped down on his cock in rhythmic pulses that seemed to go on forever, wave after wave of ecstasy radiating outward from your core.
The sensation of you coming around him was apparently too much for Hajime's already strained control. With a low, guttural groan, he thrust deep one final time, his cock pulsing inside you as he came, hot spurts of his release filling you in a way that should have concerned you but in the moment felt only rightโprimal and perfect and exactly what you both needed.
He collapsed on top of you, his weight a comforting pressure rather than a burden, his face buried in the crook of your neck as you both struggled to regain your breath. Your hands moved lazily up and down his sweat-slicked back, feeling the strong muscles there gradually relax as the intensity of your shared release ebbed, leaving behind a pleasant lassitude that made your limbs feel heavy, your mind blissfully quiet for the first time in weeks.
After what could have been minutes or hoursโtime seemed to have lost all meaning in the aftermath of what you'd just sharedโHajime raised his head, looking down at you with an expression that made your breath catch. The hunger was still there, banked but not extinguished, but it was tempered now by something softer, something that looked dangerously like tenderness, like affection deeper than mere friendship or physical desire.
"That was..." he began, then shook his head, apparently unable to find words adequate to describe what had just transpired between you.
"Yeah," you agreed, understanding perfectly despite his lack of articulation. "It really was."
A small smile played at the corners of his mouth, not the full grin that transformed his face but something more private, more intimate. He shifted his weight, carefully withdrawing from your body, both of you wincing slightly at the loss of connection. He rolled to the side but kept one arm draped across your waist, as if unwilling to lose contact entirely, his hand splayed possessively across your hip.
"We should probably talk about this," you said after a moment, gesturing vaguely between your naked bodies, the implications of what you'd done, of the lines you'd crossed.
"Probably," he agreed, though he didn't sound particularly eager to engage in a deep discussion of feelings and boundaries in the afterglow of what had been, frankly, the most intense sexual experience of your life. "But not right now."
"No?" you asked, turning your head to meet his gaze, searching for any sign of regret, of uncertainty, finding only a satiated contentment that mirrored your own.
"No," he said firmly, his hand tightening slightly on your hip, pulling you closer until your bodies were flush against each other, skin to skin from shoulder to ankle. "Right now, I'm going to hold you for a while. And then, when I've recovered enough, I'm going to fuck you again. Maybe against the wall this time, since you mentioned that particular fantasy earlier."
Heat flooded your cheeks at the reminder of your earlier confession, at the matter-of-fact way he stated his intentions, as if there was no question that this would happen, that you would continue whatever this was between you.
"And after that?" you couldn't help asking, needing some reassurance that this wasn't just a one-night release of weeks of pent-up sexual tension, that there was something more substantial underpinning the physical connection you'd just shared.
Hajime's expression softened, his free hand coming up to brush a strand of hair from your face with surprising gentleness. "After that, we'll figure it out. Together. The way we always have." He leaned in, pressing a kiss to your forehead that was achingly tender compared to the raw hunger of earlier. "I meant what I said before. I've wanted youโall of you, not just thisโfor years. That's not going to change just because we finally acted on it."
The simple honesty of his words, the quiet certainty in his voice, settled something in your chest that had been fluttering with anxiety despite the physical satisfaction still humming through your body. This was Hajime, after allโsolid, reliable Hajime who had been your constant since childhood, who showed his feelings through actions more than words, whose promise of "together" carried more weight than flowery declarations ever could.
"Okay," you said, snuggling closer to his warmth, your head finding that perfect spot on his shoulder that seemed made for you to rest against. "Together."
His arm tightened around you in response, a wordless affirmation that spoke volumes. And as you lay there, content in the aftermath of pleasure with the promise of more to come, you couldn't help but think that your mother had been right after allโpeople did change when you lived with them, revealing sides of themselves you'd never noticed before. But sometimes, that change was exactly what you needed, the final piece clicking into place in a puzzle you hadn't even realized you were solving.
After failing to protect the civilian from the villains, your agency told you to take a break after seeing how much it affected you. You were supposed to keep them safe but you failed. We're you supposed to be a hero at this point?
They gave you a week off since they witnessed how distraught and easily get distracted you get. Your performance decreases, as well as your appetite. You were convincing yourself you needed this. But things were living in your head rent-free. Mainly that incident where the family of the victim blamed you. They were yelling at you and you couldn't say anything. You were thankful that Deku was there but the yelling wouldn't stop.
Days after that incident, your co-heroes invited you to join them for a drink. You were too afraid to even show your face in public but they were being too pushy, especially Mina and Denki. Still, you force yourself to get off of your bed and join. You were glad they decided to drink in the evening. Youโll have no problem hiding your face.
As soon as you got to the location, you saw everyone already starting. You can see half of your high school classmates there.
Momo was the first one to see you. You saw her wave at you and quickly stood up to approach you.
A smile couldn't even travel to your lips. You were not really in a good situation.
Quickly but gently, Momo took you in a tight embrace. You heard her whisper something but the noise was too loud. Eventually, she let go and guided you to the group. There you see Dekuโs group, as well as Bakugoโs.
You were honestly surprised to even see him here knowing his rival was in here as well. Although you know so well that Kirishima just forced him to come.
Everything went well, they were laughing, reminiscing, and even a bit of gambling with a Momo lecturing. It made you a bit better.
You watched everyone silently while holding your drink when suddenly, you felt someone kick you from under the table. You flickered your eyes in front of you only to see a pair of velvet eyes looking back at you.
The glass he was drinking up was covering half of his face, only his eyes were visible. It was piercing you, pushing you to look away. But another kick was sent to you, making you look back at him raising an eyebrow this time.
You saw him raise his eyebrow back at you as if challenging you, but you were not in the mood for this. Turning your gaze away from him, you sneaked away from the table and went to the back door that leads to the rooftop. You push the door open and the fresh air immediately hits your face.
You took a step out of the establishment closing the door behind and stayed there for how long.
It seems like they noticed you were gone for too long because you heard the same door you come from creak open and shut.
You didn't look behind you though, you were busy staring at the sky.
โI didnโt know you were the type of person to sneak out of something like that.โ
You heard him say.
โEverything is too loud downstairs.โ You answered. โI didn't expect you to follow me, though.โ
You heard the footsteps stop beside you.
โYou were gone for too long. Plus, I don't think everyone noticed. They were too busy trying to win their stupid card game.โ He spoke out while standing beside you.
โIs that your excuse for wanting to see me, Katsuki?โ You chuckled before finally looking at him.
โFuck off,โ Katsuki smirked looking back at you.
โI can't. You were the one who approached me first.โ You faked a pout before letting out a soft giggle.
โYouโre lucky I like you.โ Katsuki rolled his eyes as he slowly went closer to your side.
โAnd you never fail to remind me.โ You said after giggling.
โI heard what happened.โ He was afraid to open this subject after what he heard about you.
Your mood suddenly dropped remembering the incident and he never failed to catch a glimpse of this.
โIโm sorry I wasn't there to help you.โ He said but received no response. โHeroes are supposed to protect everyone, I know. We aren't perfect.โ He paused.
โWeโre risking our lives to protect them only to receive that kind of treatment in return.โ He added.
His words were making you tear up.
โI don't understand what you feel right now, but don't let it get to you. Don't let it eat you alive. You flunked, learn from it.โ
You looked at Katsuki while was also starting in the evening sky.
Youโve never seen this side of him. Probably because you two were always bullying each other.
โIโm saying this because I don't like seeing you like this,โ Katsuki admitted, thankful that it was dark. โIt..โ
You waited.
โHurts.โ
You heard him whisper as more tears fall from your eyes.
Once again, Katsuki looked at you, this time, he raise his palm and wiped your tears away with his thumb.
โDonโt cry, idiot.โ
You were still tearing up as you unconsciously lean your cheek against his palm.
โHey, Katsuki.โ You called softly.
โYeah?โ He answered.
โThe moon is beautiful, isnโt it?โ
Hearing you say this made his eyes widen, but he eventually compose himself and chuckled. โIt fucking is.โ
Slowly, he leaned down and carefully place his lips against yours.
pairing: iwaizumi hajime x f!reader, oikawa tooru x f!reader
synopsis: iwaizumi has strung you on long enough and youโre finally at the end of your rope.
genre: heavy angstโฆ like make your heart wrench in pain heavy, one sided pining
warnings: manga spoilers, bad grammar (didnโt know it was that bad until i used grammarly), MATURE themes, drinking, smoking, alcohol, iwaizumi being an asshole (heโs also a frat boy because surprise! frat boys should never be trusted), subtle hints at sex, bittersweet ending
Hiiyo can you write something about meeting katsukis parents? I love your writing style ๐ฅฐ
hello, thank you!! and before i start i wanna say (maybe unwelcomed) but i just donโt see bkg and his parents especially his mother being so loud, obnoxious, shouty and low-key a lil abusive to him. i think he and his mum would argue but the same way anyone would especially being an only child heโs only really got them lol so i donโt see him as being disrespectful to them just logical arguing between them. though there are a few fanon tropes i do agree with hehe.
ANDDD this is much longer than i expected, with more focus on bkg n reader i guess lol ALSO bakugous like in his early twenties here, pro hero and stuff !!
back and forth // 3k words
cw: mum not mom british tings, bkg gets a boner, suggestive at the end, lots of fluff, set in the winter
you were nervous as fuck. youโve never met the parents of all your other boyfriends. only ever a couple failed relationships or ones that were never serious to get to that point. but with katsuki, thatโs different. you can see, almost touch your future with him and somewhere in that future his parents have to be there.
today, however, isnโt even a labelled โyn meets katsukiโs parents dayโ, youโre literally just going over to his house to hang out with him since heโs staying there until his kitchen's finished getting renovated. but the situation has exploded and magnified in your mind simply because his parents will be there and youโve never met them before.
and you need them to like you. you were usually fine when people didnโt like you, everyone's not for everyone. something your boyfriend taught you, but his parents, the ones youโre probably gonna see for years to comeโฆ yeah, you need them to like you.
so here you are, standing outside bakugouโs house in the winter chill with a box of luxurious chocolates in hand. feeling a vibration on you thigh, you pull the glowing screen out of your pocket.
5:56pm Look up
you do, and thereโs your sweet boyfriend, in one of his soft chocolate brown house jumpers, frowning at you from the top right window. heโs got his phone in hand leaning on his window ledge. you assume thatโs his bedroom.
bakugou was feeling nervous. past tense because he's basically ripped his childhood home from top to bottom and then put it all back together again, cleaning it and making sure it was acceptable for you to walk into. that included no embarrassing photos of his braces era when he was 13, he tidied up his dad's weird stamp collection heโs never understood and put at least half of his all might collection away in his cupboard. you know enough about him anyway but you donโt need to know how much he loved all might as a kid and especially not the more recent figurines now. he stood at his bedroom window confused as to why you look as nervous as he once was. he taps away a message to you.
5:56pm Why have you been standing there for 15 minutes?
heat climbs up your neck, youโve must have looked like an idiot, bug-eyed standing at his door like it might bite. you clutch the expensive box of chocolates to your chest and when you look back up to the window, heโs gone like he was but a ghost before. then with a creak of his front door, katsuki is revealed to you, the typical frown on his face, with one hand stuffed in his grey joggers pocket. you skip over to him, grateful for an escape from the cold and the slap of heat when you take your first step in. before you even have a chance to look around your boyfriend's home, bakugouโs grunting at the box of chocolates your clasping between gloved fingers.
โwhy the fuck did you get me chocolates? am i forgetting somethinโ?โ
โtheyโre not for you stupid,โ you mutter, pressing a greeting kiss to his cheek with tiptoes. instinctively bakugou smiles a little at the contact before kicking his front door closed with his foot.
โwhoโd you get them for then?โ he asks, kissing both your cheeks then your lips to greet you. he slides his hands to your shoulders, spinning you around to help you out your jacket, then unlooping your scarf around your neck and finally pulling your gloves off. he stores them neatly on the coat hook he left empty just for your visit today.
โare your parents home?โ
โhah? my parents? thought you were here to see me, baby?โ he chuckles to himself but upon noticing the cute frown on your features, he opts for kissing the wrinkles out your forehead. he then pulls out a pair of spare slippers for you. usually, you would have noticed how sweet heโs being doting over you but your mind is occupied.
you push his shoulder lightly, โshush katsuki, i just wanna say hi to them. good impressions and stuff.โ
the nervousness in your tone was still inescapable and even if he didnโt notice it, the way your eyes scanned his old home like you were looking for intruders wasnโt something he could miss.
โwell you're off to a bad start, they hate chocolate,โ at the switch of emotion on your face, he only shook his head, โโm only jokinโ baby but who the fuck cares. if i like you thatโs enough,โ he stubbornly grunts, wandering into his kitchen to the fridge. he yanks the door open and grabs some orange juice, unscrewing it and drinking it straight from the carton. you follow behind him like a duckling, still clutching the sweet treats in your hands and admiring the length of his neck as he gulps. you shake your head and plop on a seat at the kitchen island to get back to business.
โi care and no itโs not. if your parents donโt like me then how are we supposed to be together and have a future?โ
โa future? you wanna have a future with my ass?โ he grins toothily, wiping at his mouth with the back of his hand. bakugou loves it. he loves that he means as much to you as you do to him. he could probably argue that he loves you a little more but that was for another day. unable to keep his hands to himself, he stretches his arm to grab at you but you push him away with a whine.
โkatsuki, youโre not helping!โ the blonde still yanks you into his broad chest, your cheek rubbing against the soft wool of his jumper. you always feel warm in his presence, and he seems a whole lot cuter, especially thinking about the fact a little katsuki used to run around this same kitchen. you look up at him with a pout, admiring his naturally flushed pink cheeks.
katsuki bends down a little to press his forehead to yours, hot hands at your waist. โtheyโre gonna like you because i do.โ he whispers tenderly, the feeling of his breath on your eyelashes making them flutter. youโre quick to glance at his lips as he sweet talks you, and itโs like youโre both in sync, moving in to kiss him when you hear a jingle of keys.
bakugou seems to recognise it instantly, looking at you knowingly with a smirk, โhereโs your time to shine sweetheart.โ
your eyes widened in realisation, pushing yourself away from katsuki, straightening out your clothes and putting on a school picture day perfect smile. katsuki only pokes your side softly, going back to rummage in his fridge for a snack.
โkatsuki!! is your girlfriend here yet? i can't remember if you said if she preferred fish or chicken so i bought both,โ the voice of someone you could only assume was his mother shouted. you could hear her taking off her shoes, and shutting the front door, setting down bags.
โyour motherโs cooking for us?!โ you whispered over to him. bakugou paid you no mind, only giving a careless grunt in return, not seeming to care about how he forgot to share so many details.
โkatsuki!! i-,โ his motherโs voice halted as you rounded the corner timidly, hands clasped in front of your chest with a little smile. you must have looked like an awkward meerkat but you soon relaxed quickly realising how much bakugouโs mother looked like him. the same fluffy blonde hair, the same piercing red eyes and the same high sharp cheekbones. you were even a little amazed at how there were no wrinkles present on her face either, none around her eyes or her mouth, not even as she warmly smiled at you now.
โhey iโm-,โ now it was your turn for your words to stop in your chest as his mum brought you in for a hug her palms flat on your back, then pulling you away at arms length to give you a good look, โoh youโre so much prettier than i thought! he refused to show me any pictures, but he loves to mention bits about you. never gives too much away.โ
you stifled a laugh which his mother matched, โthat sounds like katsuki.โ
she bent down to grab some of the plastic bags of shopping and you went to copy her, walking into the kitchen to find bakugou still there scrolling through his phone. โyou know you're the first girlfriend of his heโs brought over? at his big ageโฆ i was wondering if he was ever gonna get a girl that would put up with him,โ his mother mentioned mindlessly, only a passing comment as she unpacks her new goods but you couldnโt help but ponder over it, staring at katsuki. he only huffed at the words, mumbling something under his breath. youโre the first girl heโs brought home? you're not sure why you assumed maybe you'd be at least fourth, maybe third but first?
your thoughts were soon overpowered by bakugouโs mum glaring at him, an even stronger glare than bakugou has. it made you want to laugh again but you didnโt want wrath unleashed on you, โyou couldnโt help your poor mother bring in the shopping bags? with the food iโm going to cook for you?โ
โhah? y/n helped you, you didn't need me to. youโre both strong women,โ he retorted, flicking his eyes over the bags on the table of food then switching his attention back to his phone. though after one final type, he puts it away and helps unpack the food, placing some in the fridge and cupboards.
โyeah right, iโm only gonna cook for us strong women then,โ his mother sent you a wink, crossing her arms. you giggled into your palm, moving to help her cook but she shook her head. โoh no honey, you can go sit in the living room. you don't need to help.โ
and after a bounce back and forth of โare you sure?โ with bakugou grumbling in the background โletโs fuckin' go nowโ, you were now gazing at your boyfriendโs childhood photos scattered around his living room. bakugou didn't mind, in fact, he welcomed it knowing all the ugly pictures of him were hidden. he felt free watching you. no worries, just complete admiration watching you pick up frames and pretending not to notice you taking out your phone to snap the photo again.
โyou know, your mum said im the first girl youโve ever brought over,โ you said it almost quietly like you were anticipating his reply. but with the way you were also grinning, fingers tracing the rim of a framed baby picture, it told him you were feeling a little smug about that.
bakugou just shrugged, crossing his arms across his chest, โyeah so?โ
โi must be pretty important then, right?โ you placed the picture down to plop yourself on the sofa beside him. as if it was a reflex, he pulled your knee over his lap as you sat side-on next to him.
katsuki frowned at you first, flicking his eyes up and down your gleeful face. should he make your ego even bigger? โwell yeah, you know you are. don't be stupid.โ he looked away from you, both his hands still on your thigh.
โcute,โ you rested your head on his shoulder and he could feel the muscles in your cheek tense with your smile. you both sat in silence for a few minutes, no buzz of the tv or music, just the sound of you both breathing.
โwhere is she?โ โjust in the living room with katsuki.โ
your head whipped up, untangling away from katsuki at the sound of his dad's voice, โoh my, i forgot i havenโt met your dad yet.โ
bakugou completely ignored what you said, trying to grab at you to bring you back on him, โstop katsu, iโm not doing pda in front of your dad!โ
โwe arenโt fuckinโ, are we? jusโ wanna lay on you,โ he drawls, but you grab both his hands p in your hands in an attempt to stop him from touching you. bakugouโs infinitely stronger than you, easily able to break away from your hold but he hears his fatherโs footsteps coming closer and he doesn't want to make you panic.
you sit up straighter, getting ready to stand and do a little bow for his dad when he comes in.
when bakugouโs father does come through, automatically you're taken aback by his whole demeanour. the way he greets you so softly, taking both of your hands in both of his with a strong shake, yet in a warm hold. his eyes are brown and comforting, and it reminds you of your boyfriend when heโs alone with you. โnice to meet you, y/n. itโs nice to see my son finally bring his partner over.โ
โwhy does everyone keep mentioninโ that,โ katsuki huffs behind you but heโs ignored under the conversation between you and his father.
โit's nice to meet you too. thank you for letting me come over,โ you smile back at him, and you appreciate the way he shakes his head like your presence was no big deal.
โoh donโt worry. since katsukiโs moved out we don't get many guests anymore. weโre always grateful for the company,โ he gives you a smile that makes his nose scrunch causing his glasses shuffle up his nose. it only makes you want to smile more, it being the same action bakugou makes when he wears his reading glasses in the evening.
after a few more comments, he leaves the room to get changed for dinner and youโre back on the sofa next to katsuki.
โi like your dad. he reminds me of you,โ you murmur, back to side cuddling bakugou after convincing you that his parents will shout for them if they need anything. your knee was back on his lap, head on his chest with his arm around you.
โyeah? everyone used to be surprised i turned out like this when they meet him. then they meet my mother and realised,โ bakugou felt you chuckle on him, playing with the ends of your hair. something about this, you, the love of his life sitting on him in his childhood home. in the same room he used to sit on the floor at three years old playing with his all might figurines, to him at ten years old trying to learn new moves with his quirk and then him at sixteen showing his parents his first hero costume. he felt like he could see his life around him, literally with the photos of him and that one black splotch in the carpet from where he first ever used his quirk and almost blew up the house. he felt oddly nostalgic but serendipitous. all those choices and events leading him back here, with his dream job and cheesily, his dream girl.
โyouโre definitely your mother with how you present yourself to the world, but your father with how you really are. like with me and your friends,โ you replied, rubbing your hand back and forth over his jumper.
โyouโre already tryna psychoanalyse me after meetin' them for the first time?โ
you grinned, looking up at him, โyes i am. what do you think?โ
โwhat do i think about you thinkinโ my dad treats you the same as i do? a bit weird baby, a bit weird,โ you sat up to lightly hit at his chest, it coming out more of a pat with the way katsuki links his fingers into yours to hold your hand, his laugh boyish and low, yourโs much higher. he pecks your knuckles, eyes linked above them and you swear you feel your heartbeat in your temples.
โdonโt say it like that. you know what i meant,โ you say rather weakly, and you feel like a stupid teenager visiting her boyfriend and trying not to get caught by his parents. you can tell bakugou feels the same as he snakes a hand up your jumper to palm at your waist.
katsuki shrugged changing the subject, โyou know when i was younger i dreamed about bringinโ a pretty girl here and makinโ out on this sofa. in fact, i think you were the one i dreamed of.โ you rolled your eyes at his dumb grin.
you werenโt about to do anything with him whilst his parents were in the building but you could tease him just a little. you inched your face to his a little closer, his eyes becoming half-lidded and his pupils resembling melted magma. โi think youโre lying to me, gorgeous.โ you say with a peck to his lips. โyou never dreamed about girls. we both know you only ever got a hard-on for becoming a hero.โ
katsuki narrowed his eyes at you, a sly smirk, then a lazy tilt of his head, โ'm a hero too, arent i? and the boyfriend of a pretty girl. iโm bakugou katsuki, all my dreams come true.โ you feel his large hand climb up your skin, on your back to finally push you onto him so your lips can touch.
โkatsuki! y/n! dinners ready, hurry before it gets cold!โ his mother voice interrupts and you feel powerful knowing the spell you have over your boyfriend. he was so engrossed in you, ready to consume everything to are to throwing his head back in a childish groan.
you climb up onto your feet, shoving your slippers back on to walk to the kitchen, then in a sickly sweet tone, โc'mon baby, before dinner gets cold!โ
โyouโre real annoyinโ you know that.โ he moans, โletโs be quick then go to my room.โ
โiโm not doing anything in front of your old all might figurines.โ
โhm, but you do in front of my new ones in my apartment?โ
he was a hundred percent correct but thankfully you were swept up with the rest of the bakugouโs, his mother piling food on your plate whilst his father asks you about your life. and through it all bakugou stayed quiet, only his hand rubbing comfortingly at your thigh to remind you heโs still beside you. he only chipped in a few necessary comments, mostly about how his parents thought he might have never found a partner. but you were always quick to back him up; that bakugou katsuki is so easy to love and he makes you feel easy to love too.
Character: Katsuki Bakugou x G! n reader
Source: Anime-My Hero Academia
Genre: PURE UNADULTERATED ANGST
Warnings: Toxic relationship, yelling, explosions, burns.
Writer: @white-poppieโ
I made this banner so kindly do not reuse it โฃ
*Poppie Note*
This may be triggering to some readers. I do not condone this behaviour; if you feel that things such as the ones in this fic are happening to you, please seek help.
This is perhaps the most realistic Bakugou ff you will find. I do not have anything against Bakugou, he is just behaving like this for the sake of this fic.
The temperamental and egoistic Number 2 Pro Hero:Katsuki Bakugou. His personal life was a mystery to many, and he refused to open up about it in any manner, considering the fact that it may endanger you.ย
Let me reframe that.ย
The temperamental , but caring, number 2 Pro Hero: Katsuki Bakugou. His personal life was full of ups and downs, but one thing was clear, he cared deeply about you, even ifย he didnโt show it, but his attitude often made you doubt.
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Heavy steps echoed in your house as the door closed with such a loud sound that it made you flinch. THUMP THUMP THUMP
Even with your eyes closed you knew that he was now removing his gauntlets. You waited until he changed.
โSukiโ dinner is ready.โ he just groaned a muffled okay as his face was buried in the pillow.
โDid you have dinner outside? Its okay you can have some ice cream-โ
โGod dammit Y/N please keep quiet for a while,โ he growled.
You sighed and sat down next to him, you had to be extremely patient to deal with the blonde.ย
You ran a hand through his spikey, blonde hair,ย โbad day?โ
He clicked his tongue in annoyance and got up, as if remembering some work he had to do.
โNo Katsuki, you just got home, this not healthy at this rate you will get sick!โ
โY/N, I have some work to do, leave me alone.โ
โGet back here Suki!โ
โNo shut up Y/n!โ He grabbed your hand forcefully,ย โWhy do you have to be so controlling. โSuki thisโ,ย โSuki thatโ JUST LEAVE ME ALONE!โ
โKatsuki, please leave me handโฆโ you were shaking at this point, and barely any words came out of your throat. He had started heating his hand unconsciously, you could feel the heat burn your skin, but you were too shocked to say anything.
โNo! you listen! I am a pro hero, there are people who need me more than you need me. I am the number 2 hero, if only you were not this controlling, I could have been the the number one hero instead of that shitty nerd.โ
โKatsukiโฆโ your body wrecked with sobs. It was so painful, but it wasnโt apparent what hurt more, your now almost only-bone forearm or his words
โYou are so damn annoying! Sometimes I regret even dating you!โ
โKATSUKI!โ your free hand slammed on his face. Pain slowly bloomed on his cheek as he came back to his senses.
You were covering with fear as your other hand held your arm. The skin around it had third degree burns. Since the nerve endings were almost damaged you couldnโt feel the pain, but you were scared nonetheless.You lifted your red eyed to meet his. The betrayed look on your face ate him with guilt.He was crying. Katsuki-Bakugou-was-crying. He had done what he was most scared of. He had hurt you! With his own hands.
โI am sorryโฆโ he crouched down to your level. He was scared even to touch you. What if he hurt you again?ย
You threw your head back at the wall, the pain made dark spots dance on your line of vision. He noticed your eyes almost fluttering close.
โNoโฆno..no! Y/N Please stay awake!โ You were awake, but barely. You flashed him a painful smile. The last thing you remembered was Katsuki running to an ER, with your limp body.
Pheww! That was intense! Hope you guys liked it! It took a lot of time and hopefully, the result is worth the effort. Please like and reblog it if you find it nice. The story is written by me and please do not plagiarize my work. If you find anyone copying this, please inform me ASAP. This took a lot of effort. If this fic inspired you in any way, please donโt forget to tag me!! If you want to request any kind of prompt/fic please feel free to do so.ย
Should I make a part 2 for this?
Love~โฅ
@white-poppie
tw: mention of abortion, violent words, suicide, anxiety, angst
pt.1 | pt.3
word count: 2.8k
summary: leaving you and your son, bakugou must find a way redeeming the both of you despite heโs 15 years late.
masterlist!
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You left right after Mitsuya left. You roamed around the school to see some new buildings were made beside the Heights Alliance. You were glad that you had your old ID in UA if not, you wouldnโt be here in the first place. Luckily, your school ID years ago was still valid. You perked up your eyebrow when you thought the ID would be declined.
After your little tour, you decided to go to the venue. A lot of people weโre present. Hoping, that you wonโt bump into someone you know. You grabbed your glasses in you purse and wore it. You went to the line where you get your ticket checked and all that security protocol.
To your dismay, you noticed a familiar elbow.
โYeah, me and cementos are in charge in the arena later, iโll catch up with you- wait hold on- y/n?โ
Sero looked at you. He blinked a couple times just to make sure that he didnโt mistaken. You looked at him and sighed. โThereโs no way out of this mess.โ , you thought in defeat.
You took off your glasses. โForgetting your old friend? Ouch. That kinda hurtsโ, you said as you waved him a little hello. โNice meeting you sero-kun.โ
You were staring at your TV. There was nothing anymore. You couldn't believe it.
- It seems like we're having a problem with our drone.
You had been in front of the TV since your friend texted you, asking you to do it. You saw the headline.
"Dynamight fighting with an unknown threat"
You were horrified. You saw a huge explosion and even heard it from the room you were in. The drone stopped functioning and the TV went dark. You remembered this morning. You woke up earlier than usual because you wanted to see him before he left for work. You were barely awake while he was already ready to go.
- Can I have a kiss before you go ? you asked sleepily.
He only scoffed and said :
- Just sleep, I'll see you tonight.
You were almost asleep when he kissed your forehead before leaving.
You didn't tell him you loved him this morning. There was a lot of things you had yet to tell him. You remembered a conversation you had months ago.
- Do you wanna move in with me ? he casually asked you while you two were eating at his place.
You froze. He must had seen the panic you felt in your eyes because he quickly added :
- It's fine, pretend I didn't say anything.
You were scared. Waking up next to him, eating with him, playing with him, laughing with him in this place you could call home, just thinking about it would make your heart beat faster. But you were so scared to give up on your comfort. He never bought it up again, probably patiently waiting for you to make the first move. It was weird to see your boyfriend being patient, with a personality that explosive, but he always seemed to be careful not to hurt or scare you because of it. You loved him so much, and you were ready to try. So you slowly brought all your important stuff one by one. And today was finally the day you gave back the key of your apartment. Today was officially the day you were moving in. Today was supposed to be a good day.
You remembered the first time he apologized to you. His quirk suddenly activated and it startled you. He quickly apologized even though it didn't hurt you. You remembered how surprised you were. He wasn't the kind to apologize. You quickly reassured him, telling him you weren't hurt.
You remembered your first kiss. It was sudden and you didn't even think before initiating it. It was the first time you saw him blush that hard. But he initiated your second kiss right after.
You remembered everytime you laughed, everytime he smiled, every single moment of happiness you had.
- It's now been 15 minutes and there is no sign of Dynamight. It seems like the threat has been neutralized but we haven't heard from the hero yet. Witnesses say that the buildings surrounding the area collapsed but they were all already evacuated.
You couldn't breathe. You barely ever thought about this situation. You only ever talked about it once. It was one night, right before going to bed. He didn't tell you much about his work but you could see it had been a hard day.
- I put a new contact number on your phone in case something happen.
Your grip tightenend on his waist.
- Nothing is gonna happen, Katsuki.
- If it does and this number calls you, consider it's me breaking up with you.
Your hand started shaking and you moved away from him.
- Why are you talking about breaking up ?
Your voice was shaking too, unable to hide your emotions.
- If it's because I'm dead, then I'm letting you go. If I'm not dead... I don't wanna put you through this.
- Katsuki, we're a couple, I don't wanna leave you. I can handle it.
- I know you can, Y/N. I just don't want you to.
He didn't let you object.
- I put a different ringtone, he said. So you know.
You hadn't been able to sleep that day. With time, you understood why he did that, why he said that.
- We sent another drone and it seems like the paramedics are in the zone of the explosion now.
You couldn't stop saying :
- Please be ok.
Maybe he had already been evacuated. Maybe he was just fine, but the drone was destroyed by accident. Maybe he was already at the hospital. Maybe...
You heard a ringtone you never heard before and you felt your phone vibrating in your hand. You looked at it. The contact was only called "Emergency". You remembered your conversation with him. You remembered how he talked about his own death. You remembered what this call meant.
sheโs a dwelling place for demons,
sheโs a cage for every unclean spirit, every filthy bird,
and makes us drink the poisoned wine to fornicating with our kings.
Welcome back to the Queenโs castle, a home for sinners of all kinds. Stay a while, revel in indulgence and try not to get too lost now. ;)
[pardon our dust, currently under construction!!]
โ THE THRONE ROOM
โ thirst / visitors - open / welcome
โ most recent - n/a
โ coming soon - n/a
โ STAIRCASE
โ dungeons | rules & dni
โ parlor | about me
โ enchanted library | m. lists (under construction)
โ castle map | tagging guide
dividers byย anlian-aishang.
do not repost, plagarize, use for asmr or otherwise without permission. all content and works are ยฉ queen-syn 2021.
ruined series masterlist : dabi x reader. while running from the heroes dabi breaks into your apartment to hide, and develops an unhealthy obsession.ย ๐ฎ
escape the past - bakugou x reader SMAU. discovering incriminating evidence about your employer leads you on a wild goose chase through the past. erin brockavitch but itโs a romance.ย ๐ฎ
whatโs thicker than water - pirate bakugou x reader. witch!reader has been blessed with power by hecate, and sneaks away from her captors to stowaway on a pirate ship.ย ๐ฎ
the physical nature of good and evil victorian dr bakugou x reader. dr. bakugou just wanted to cure your hysteria. his alter ego mr. hyde? decidedly unhelpful.ย ๐ฎ
the angel series masterlist, bakugou x reader, todoroki x reader, hawks x reader, I write us into MHA, with u.a. as a college.ย ๐ฎ
cry, baby series masterlist, shindou x reader, bakugou x reader. bakugou and shindou fight over their favorite call girl.ย ๐ฎ
jane the virgin au - series masterlist, bakugou x reader, shouto x reader. when your artificially inseminated you end up carrying todoroki shoutoโs child. your boyfriend, bakugou katsuki? not exactly thrilled.ย ๐ฎ
southern gentleman series masterlistย - mha characters as southern gentlemen.ย ๐ฎ
sparks to ashes - yan shouto x reader, bakugou x reader. after watching his son pine for the most powerful girl in his graduating class, endeavor kidnaps bakugouโs girlfriend as a graduation gift for his son.ย ๐ฎ
headcanons:*
spitting in your mouth, praise kink, s/o uses the safeword, daddy kink, love island headcanons, choking, cockwarming, sex toys, dirty talk, pussy eating, more dirty talk, mha characters ranked best to worst drivers, roleplaying, lil shinsou thing, pushishment, impact play, degredation, voice kink, songs pro heros would fuck villain readers to, songs bnha villains would fuck you to, bnha college au: songs theyโd fuck you to in their dorms, mha boys x big boobed reader, mha boys ranked in sex ed knowledge, mha boys mommy kink, clit impact play, you brat in public, favorite sex positions, dry humping, breeding kink, piss kink, what do they call you in bed,ย ย
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bakugou katsuki:
escape the past - bakugou x reader SMAUย ๐ฎ
the devils water - bodyguard bakugou x pop star reader. porn with plot. after threats are made on your life, pro hero bakugou is sent to investigate.ย ๐ฎ
whoโs your daddy - bakugou x reader x denki. smut.ย bakugou lets denki fuck his girlfriend, but what happens when he takes it too far?ย ๐ฎ
the sin that felled the angels - demigod!bakugou x f!reader, smut, hurt/comfort. demigod!bakugou is trapped in a purgatory of his own making. can you help him?ย ๐ฎ
the great king lord explosion murder god - bakugou x f!reader w a stutter, smut, hurt/comfort bakugouโs social media manager finally gets fed up and changes his passwords, but what happens when he shows up to confront you?ย ๐ฎ
the problem - pro hero!bakugou x f!reader, smut, hurt/comfort, mild enemies to lovers, my first fic. kirishima eijirou is a good roommate. heโs not the problem.ย ๐ฎ
wanted - pro hero!bakugou x villain f!reader, 21k words, smut, plot. hurt/comfort, poly ending. you were the one villain bakugou couldnโt catch. but everything is not what it seems.ย ๐ฎ
breaking point - pro hero!bakugou x f!reader, smut/angst/hurt/comfort. on a routine mission, you and bakugou get trapped under rubble. it leads to some stunning revelations.ย ๐ฎ
you were sunshine, you temptress - single dad pro hero bakugou x f!reader. when bakugouโs daughterโs day at the aquarium is cut short, you take it upon yourself to make sure their day isnโt ruined.ย ๐ฎ
the young man and the sea - fisherman!bakugou x selkie!reader. fisherman bakugou catches you in his net, it might have been an accident, but your his responsibility now. ๐ฎ
something revolutionary - viking!bakugou x kidnapped reader. bakugou kidnaps you, but ends up with a lot more than a spoil of war on his hands.ย ๐ฎ
green means go - bakugou x reader, deku x reader green means go part 2ย ย deku convinces bakugou to engage in some cnc with his girlfriend.ย ๐ฎ
whatโs thicker than water - pirate!bakugou x witch!reader
whats thicker than water ch 2 - pirate!bakugou x witch!reader
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the physical nature of good and evil pt 3ย ๐ฎ
the physical nature of good and evil pt 4ย ๐ฎ
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midoriya izuku:
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mine - reaper deku x f!reader, smut/hurt/comfortย ๐ฎ
pastoral lonliness - southern gent dekuย ๐ฎ
green means go - bakugou x reader, deku x reader green means go part 2ย ๐ฎ
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dabi/todoroki touya
ruined series masterlist - dabi x reader multichap angst, hurt comfort. please read the warnings.ย ๐ฎ
leave the blinds open, let the light in - todoroki touya x readerย ๐ฎ
hurricane - touya x readerย ๐ฎ
dabi drabbles: degredation kink, daddy dabi?,ย
kirishima eijirou
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weโre friends, right? - tamaki x reader x kirishimaย ๐ฎ
trust, and other little things - kirishima x reader x shoutoย ๐ฎ
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kiribaku x reader
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hawks/takami keigo
washing machine heart - virgin hawks x readerย ๐ฎ
in the fading light - avatar!hawks x katara!readerย
hawks drabbles: hawks cucks dabi
todoroki shouto
baby steps - shouto x reader. comfort. for me specifically lol.
trust, and other little things - todoroki x reader x kirishimaย ๐ฎ
surveillance - bakugou x reader x shoutoย ๐ฎ
shouto drabbles: shouto cucks monoma, shouto cucks kirishima, fluffy shouto hcs,ย
tamaki amajiki
weโre friends, right? - tamaki x reader x kirishimaย ๐ฎ
the worst first date ever - tamaki x readerย ย
๐๐๐๐๐๐๐: bakugou katsuki x f!reader
๐๐๐๐๐: heavy angst, marriage au, no quirks, 18+
๐๐: 4.3k
๐๐๐๐๐๐๐: it was the fight to end all fights. a real knock โem down, drag โem out kind of fight that left one with clenched teeth and fists, steam coming from the ears and the need to punch the ever living shit out of someone. it had become their new normal and neither you or bakugo knew how to change that, if they even could.
๐/๐: thank u sm for the feedback on chapter 1 i genuinely didnโt think it would get that much love :โ( <333 im very excited to continue the series and i hope you all enjoy this chapter (while you can)
todoroki and momo had insisted on ordering dinner, not allowing you to lift a finger. you appreciated the gesture, because as you sat on the couch once again going over the events of the fight in the lowest of tones, you could barely bring yourself to remember to breathe. the words that had been shared just continued to turn over and over in your mind. every single ugly word that had both spewed from your lips and met your ears. you could feel the coupleโs sympathetic looks as they sat there together, the only sound coming from the basement, the laughter of ryuji, todorokiโs son, and hana traveling up the stairs and filling the main level. they could also hear the faint sounds of music coming from the back of the house. it was loud enough to determine that there was music playing, but not loud enough to determine what akari was listening to.
โwhat am i going to do?โ you asked softly as you sat up a little more on the couch, playing with the wedding ring on your finger. you sniffled and looked over at your friends, โi don't know what to do right now.โ
โand thatโs okay. you donโt have to know what to do right now,โ momo said softly.
you groaned, โyou should have heard him, should have seen his face. iโve never seen him so angry in our entire relationship. and i did nothing to stop it, nothing to diffuse the situation. all i did was make it completely worse. what if i hadโฆโ
todoroki cut you off, โyou cannot blame this on yourself. not all of this falls on you.โ you looked at him with tear-rimmed eyes.
โwant to know what i think?โ momo said softly.
โof course,โ you looked up and slapped your hands against your thighs. you took a deep breath to bite back the tears.
โi think you guys need some time apart. some time to breathe, recover from the fight and maybe just orient yourselves. maybe some time apart will help give you both some clarity. it doesn't have to be a lot of time, maybe just so you can get your anger and other feelings under control.โ
you nodded at her words. if you were being honest, it was probably the best answer to your situation at the moment. you smiled softly at her, โyouโve always been the smartest.โ
โyou know they pay me the big bucks to dig deep,โ she chuckled. momo was a family therapist. โbut i won't charge you. you know, family discount and all.โ
a creak on the small set of stairs alerted the three adults to another presence.
โmom, when are we having dinner?" akari asked as she came to sit on the couch beside you, leaning her head against your shoulders.
โuncle sho ordered chinese, it should be here soon.โ you kissed her head. akari sighed and leaned more into you just as the doorbell rang. momo stood up to answer the door.
โmy purse is on the table..." you called behind her. momo waved her hand behind herself, already reaching for her wallet.
โyou okay?" you asked softly, looking at akari.
โjust drama. it's nothing really,โ she said softly.
โobviously it's something if it's got you this upset,โ you whispered as they heard the stampeding of feet coming up the stairs.
โi don't really want to talk about it around uncle sho and auntie momo, can we talk when they leave?โ
you gave your daughter a small smile, โof course baby.โ akari nodded and allowed you to give her a small hug before standing up to head to the kitchen as momo called that dinner was served. you were nearly taken out by the stampeding of your younger daughter and nephew.
โwhoa there little ones,โ you smiled, grabbing your daughter and bringing her over to the sink in the kitchen. โfirst we wash our hands.โ hana giggled in your arms as she reached for the tap.
bakugo fisted his hair in his hands before bringing one of them down to slam against the table.
โi didn't raise you to be a quitter, brat,โ mitsuki said roughly as she looked at her son intently.
โdon't you think i know that?โ he growled a little bit looking at his mother. โyou think i want my marriage to fail?โ he pulled at his hair again. โdo you think this is what i wanted for my life? for my family? FUCK!โ he slammed his fist again, and this time his father almost jumped out of his skin.
โi think you need to watch your tone,โ masaru ordered. โjust because you're in a bad place right now, does not mean you need to take it out on me or your mother.โ
โi don't think i need to take this,โ he stood up quickly, the chair he was sitting on falling backwards and clanging against the floor.
mitsuki was on her feet and clapped bakugo around his shoulder. โi think you need to take a walk.โ she put her weight on bakugo and forcefully escorted him to the door. โtake a walk, a drive, whatever and come back when you're cooled down.โ
โwhatever. i don't need this.โ bakugo walked out of the house, his fists clenched at his sides. he shoved his hands in his pockets and stomped away from the house that had once been his safety net. he couldn't be there right now, just like he couldn't be at home. he didn't know what to do with himself, he couldn't even go to his parents house at the moment. they didn't even want him around them right now. with good reason, he couldn't even stand to be in his own head as it was.
as he walked with his hands stuffed in his pockets, the words that were slung during the fight filled his mind. he couldn't believe some of the things had passed his lips, some of things that had reached his ears. had he really said to you that he wished akari wasn't theirs anymore? that he had wished they never had her? did he really say that if it wasn't for akari, he wouldn't be able to stand you, he wouldn't be married to you? did he REALLY have to fucking say that? he was more angry with himself now. as he walked, his steps got harder and the strides longer. the name calling and harsh words just kept ringing through his head and as they kept replaying, the anger in him kept ebbing and flowing. moments he felt angry with the things you had said to him, moments he felt the utmost regret for the things he had said to you. so he walked, he walked until for some reason he landed on kirishimaโs doorstep. and before he could even think it through, he knocked on the door.
โwow, bakugo, what's up?โ the door swung open and kiri stood there, his arms across his chest. โwasn't expecting to see you here...โ
โcan i come in, douchebag?โ he tapped his foot. โit's kind of fucking cold out here.โ
โalright, alright. sure.โ he opened the door wider and let bakugo into the small house.
โwhoโs at the door?โ kirishimaโs wife, mina stopped in the entry way to the hallway, her voice catching when she heard bakugoโs voice.๏ฟผ โoh, hey.โ
bakugo nodded his head at mina as he toed off his shoes. โsorry for interrupting.โ
mina waved her hand at the pair. โno worries. just don't get too out of hand. the baby is sleeping.โ
both of the men nodded. kiri led him down the hallway, kissing minaโs cheek as they past and led bakugo down to his man cave.
โdo i even want to know?โ kiri asked as he went to the bar fridge and grabbed two beers before heading over to where bakugo had sat himself down on the couch. he handed one to him before sitting down on the leather recliner and opening his own.
bakugo took a long pull of the beer before looking at his best friend. he shook his head and placed the beer on the table in front of him.
โyou staying the night? i gotta let mina know if you are...โ he reached for the remote and clicked on the flat screen tv before grabbing for the Xbox remote to the do the same with the console.
bakugo shrugged, โi just want to blow some shit up, and drink, alright?โ
kiri gave his friend a sideways look. โalright. but if there's something i need to know...โ
โjust shut up and play.โ
you closed the door behind todoroki, momo and ryuji and leaned against the cool wood, sighing and taking in the relative silence that had enveloped the house. you squished your eyes closed as tears began to resurface in your eyes.
โmom?โ
you swallowed hard and opened your eyes when you saw akari standing on the small set of stairs that led to the bedrooms. โyeah honey?" you smiled softly at your daughter.
โare they gone?โ
you nodded and pushed your body off the front door and walked towards your daughter, โyeah. they said to tell you bye and that they love you.โ
you smiled a little at your daughter. with open arms, akari ran to you. she smiled a little bit as she leaned into you.
โMOMMY! i'm ready for B-ED!โ hana called as she skidded in front of you and akari. akari pulled away from you and headed into the living room. you heard the TV click on as you grabbed hana, swinging her onto your hip.
โyou're ready for bed, are you?โ you tickled her sides for a moment as you walked back to the stairs towards the bedrooms.
โyeah! i brushed my teeths, see!โ hana leaned over so you could peer into her mouth. you were assaulted with the smell of the strawberry toothpaste she had used.
โyou did, i can see that!โ you smiled a little bit, looking at your daughter as you walked into her bedroom and dropped her on the bed. the little girl giggled and looked up at you with wide crimson eyes.
โalright, what book are we reading tonight?โ you asked as you plopped down on the twin bed beside hana.
โhow about green eggs and ham, mama?โ hana turned on her side and reached for the book on her side table, before handing it to you.
you smiled when hana giggled at the rhyme the story started off with. green eggs and ham had been one of your favorites as a child, and from the moment you became a mother yourself, you had vowed to instill the same love of reading and books into your own children. you liked to think you had been successful. the book had been hanaโs favorite as of late and you had been reading it to her on a nightly basis. and now more than ever, with the changes that you were sure were about to happen in the household, you wanted to keep things as normal as possible. if it was at all possible, you could only hope.
you finished the book and sat it on the side table beside you, before turning to hana who looked up at you with a sleepy smile on her face. you moved off the bed and knelt beside it as hana snuggled deeper into the blanket that you covered her with.
โi love you, hana. sleep tight sweetie.โ
โi love you too, mommy,โ she smiled at you as you bent to kiss her head.
you stood up and went to leave the bedroom, turning on the small night light as you went.
โmommy?โ hana called from her bed. you turned around and looked at the little girl, your hand poised on the switch to the overhead light.
โyes baby?โ
โwhere's daddy?" she asked softly.
you gave your daughter a small smile, โhe's with uncle kiri,โ you said simply and quickly. you tried to divert the conversation before hana could ask anything further. โget a good sleep baby girl, i love you.โ
hana nodded, snuggling into her pillow again. you watched her for a second before turning off the light as you left the room. you closed the door a little bit behind you, before going back down to the living room to see akari.
you found your older daughter sitting on the couch, glaring at her cell phone that was on the table in front of her. you could hear the vibrations, alerting akari that she had a new message. you bit your lip, figuring the incoming message might have something to do with your daughter's mood.
โi'm going to get a drink, do you want anything honey?โ
akari turned to look at her mother before turning her attention back to at the phone with a menacing stare. โno, iโm alright mom.โ
you nodded and walked into the kitchen to grab yourself a glass of water before returning. you sat beside her, and curling your legs under yourself as you got comfortable.
โwant to tell me what's got you so upset now?โ you asked as you took a sip of water before placing it on the table. you looked over at akari.
you watched as your daughter played with her fingers, just as the phone buzzed against the table again, the message popping up on the screen. all you could see from your point of view was the name mai.
โyou going to answer that?โ you nodded at the phone. akari shook her head no. โwhy not? you've been attached to that thing from the moment dad and i got it for you this summer,โ you chuckled softly. akari leaned into you and laid her head on your shoulder. "sweetie, i can't help you if you don't tell me what's got you so upset.โ
akari took after bakugo in that regard, keeping her emotions bottled. it was something that had always bothered you, not only about akari but bakugo as well. of all the things for akari to inherit from her father, this was by far the worst trait. you constantly worried about her, and if the fight you and bakugo had was any indication of how badly this trait could affect someone, you had every right to worry about your daughter and your husband, if you were truthful.
you heard akari sigh loudly, continuing to play with her fingers. she would open up eventually, it would just have to be on her own terms.
โmai went out to the movies this weekend while i was gone,โ she mumbled into your shoulder.
โokay, and that's a big deal because? did she see a movie you guys were supposed to see together?โ akari shook her head again and buried her head more into your side. โwhat is it akari? what's the problem with her going to the movies?โ
โshe went out with a guy, alright?โ she grumbled. โshe went to the movies with the guy i told her i liked.โ akari sat up and crossed her arms over her chest. "she said yes knowing i liked him. they held hands and everything.โ
your mouth fell to a small O. now they were really getting to the bottom of it. mai was moving in on her crush. or vice versa. either way, akari didn't really like it. but it really wasn't her fault.
โit's not fair.โ she leaned into you again, this time allowing your arm to come around her to comfort her. โi really liked him...โ
โi know baby.โ you kissed akariโs head. โand it must really suck to see him or hear about him being with someone else. especially when that someone else is your best friend.โ you brushed the hair out of her eyes. akari looked up at her. โbut i do know that you will have other crushes baby. you're only 15.โ
โweren't you 15 when you met dad, mom?โ she asked softly.
you nodded slowly, โbut that's different. we were different.โ
akari eyed you suspiciously for a moment. you could see what she was thinking. you didn't want to get into you and bakugoโs history tonight, at all. not after the events of the day.
โso what are you going to do about mai?โ you asked, bringing the conversation back to akari. โi mean, you can't hide from mai forever. she is your best friend.โ
โi know mom. is it wrong that i just want to hide from the world for awhile?โ
you gave akari a soft smile. you did know that feeling, and today of all days you knew that feeling well. but you also knew that life goes on, even when you didn't want it to. and while her best friend and her crush hanging out together may not seem like the biggest thing in the world, especially considering the state of your marriage, you knew it was a big deal to akari.
โitโs okay and it will be okay. i promise.โ you kissed her head before patting her knee softly. โand what happens when i promise?โ
โit almost always comes true.โ akari smiled. โthanks mommy.โ
โnot a problem honey. any time, you know that.โ akari smiled again. they were quiet then, both of them just soaking in the simple conversation they'd had, both lost in their own thoughts.
โwhereโs dad?โ akari asked as she stood up. she looked down at you.
you should have known that both of your daughters would notice their father's absence. โhe's out with uncle kiri,โ you said simply. it wasn't a total truth, not a total lie either. you were sure your husband's crazy best friend had entered the equation at some point today. you didn't doubt bakugo hadn't headed over there straight from here.
akari chewed her lip for a moment, continuing to look down at you.
you were aware that akari wasn't stupid. she was a smart girl, had been from the moment she'd rocked your world 15 years ago. but you couldn't help but want to protect her from every upset in the world. and that included hiding the truth about her father's whereabouts, and even further extended to what was going on between you and bakugo. you knew more than anyone that childhood was precious and you didn't want to tarnish that for either of your daughters, ever. your own had changed so drastically in the blink of an eye, and while you wouldn't dare change a thing about the past 15 years, you were going to do your best to shelter your kids as much as possible. but like you said, you knew your daughter knew more than she let on. akari had always been observant, and while they had done their best over the past few months to hide the fighting from both the girls, there was only so much that was able to be hidden. you were sure that akari had noticed the tension, some of the more intense stare downs between you and bakugo.
โalright,โ akari sighed and picked her phone up off the table. โi should get to bed. it's late and unfortunately i have school tomorrow.โ
you watched her go before leaning your elbows down onto your knees, bringing your face to your hands. you rubbed your face tiredly, massaging the temples deeply just as you heard the sound of a key in the lock of the front door. you immediately got to your feet and pulled your bottom lip between your teeth. you knew who was on the other side of the door, there was only one other person who had a key to their house.
bakugo just wanted some clothes. he just wanted to get some of his shit, and leave. he called his mom, who had said if he was in a decent mood the offer to stay in their guest room (well, what had once been his bedroom) was still on the table. but he had to work tomorrow, and couldn't go to work in the clothes he was wearing. so why was it so hard for him to just get out of the damn car and go inside? it was his house for god's sake. that was his family inside. but still he sat in the driveway, staring at the garage door and trying to work up the courage to just go inside and pack his bag. he gave it a few more minutes before he finally pulled his keys out of the ignition, the car long turned off and went for the handle of the door. he blew out a breath and ran his hand through his hair before he made his way up to the front door of his house. he braced himself for whatever firestorm would be coming his way on the other side of the door. he hoped he'd be able to do this peacefully, he could only assume the girls were home and he really didn't want an eruption to happen in front of them. not that he really wanted another eruption at all.
he unlocked the door slowly and opened it. he was immediately met with a tidied entry way. when he walked more into the house, he noticed the lights off in the kitchen and dining room. the only light on the main floor was the light coming from the TV and the small lamp beside the couch. he didn't notice you at first, standing there at the entry way to the living room with your arms crossed over your chest. he stopped a few paces away from you.
โyou have a lot of nerve coming home like this,โ you said softly.
he didn't hear the fight in your voice like he had heard earlier. he didn't hear the venom, but he heard resignation, defeat. even a touch of sadness, though he wasn't one hundred percent about that one.
โiโm just here for clothes,โ he said simply. he tried to keep the harshness out of his voice, tried to just keep it civil. he really didn't want to fight.
they looked at each other, both just waiting for the other to say something. he could almost hear the clock tick in his mind. seconds turned to minutes as they stood there in silence, looking at each other.
โwhere are you staying?โ you asked quietly, biting your lip. he knew you would ask. a part of him hoped it was because you cared, another part knew you were only asking so you knew where to find him.
โat my parents.โ he turned on his heel and headed down the hallway that was the main artery of the house. he mounted the few steps that led to the bedrooms of the house. you didn't follow him, and he was relieved. he walked down the hallway as quietly as he could, trying not to make his presence known upstairs. he walked by hanaโs room and pushed her door open slightly, wincing when it squeaked. damn that squeak, he was probably supposed to take care of that. fuck. another way he had failed. when she didn't move a muscle in her sleep, he crept in quietly and placed a kiss on her head before escaping out of her room quickly. he headed across the hallway to his bedroom, finding a duffel bag in the closet and going through his closet to find some clean work clothes. he didn't know how much to pack, deciding quickly that more was probably better so he didn't have to face this kind of confrontation again, not that it was much of a confrontation. when he'd finished gathering his things, he left the bedroom with his bag slung over his shoulder. he stopped in the hallway when he faced akariโs door. there was no light coming from under the crack of her door. he made a move to knock softly on the door.
โshe's probably still awake.โ he heard your soft voice say behind him. he turned to find you at the top of the stairs. โshe didn't go to bed too long ago.โ
โso what are you saying? i just wanted to say goodnight.โ he didn't try to hide the irritation in his voice. he steeled himself. he didn't want to fight but if you were going to get on his assโฆ
โiโm just saying you might want to knock. she's probably not asleep just yet.โ
โi was going to knock,โ he grated as he gave you an intense stare. you just looked at him.
he heard you sigh, and knew you were watching him as he knocked on the door. he could feel your eyes on him. when he didn't get a response, he opened the door slowly and peeked inside. akari was all cuddled up under her comforter. he noticed the blinking light on her cell phone from where he stood before he moved closer to her and pressed a kiss to her hair lightly.
โi love you akari,โ he whispered against her hair. she grumbled in her sleep and he backed away quickly, hoping he hadn't woken her up. she was a light sleeper, just like her mother. he made it safely back to the door of the room before blowing her another kiss and leaving the room. he hoped she knew how much he loved her. hana too.
you were gone from the hallway, and he took this as his moment to leave the house, making sure to lock the door behind him. he made it out to his car, throwing his bag into the passenger seat beside him before he moved to put the key into the ignition. he leaned his head on the steering wheel, taking a deep breath before putting the car in reverse and backing out of the driveway. they couldn't live like this anymore.
during the drive to his parents house, bakugo thought of it. the word he dreaded to say out loud, the word he was afraid of, the word that has been stapled in the forefront of his mind for a while.
Hey Kat how are youuu ๐ i hope everything's fine :) i'm literally so excited to read the my brother's bf fic ๐ญ๐๐ later i saw a post you reblogged: https://writteninkat.tumblr.com/post/657547669698396160 could you turn this into a fic pleaseee ๐ฉ we need that ๐ญ๐ฅบ๐ฅบ maybe slutty!Fem reader asking bakugou for study help although she's only horny and while he tries to study with her: explain smth to her she starts that freaky shit hihi
i wish u a great week end. btw i got a big crush on a boy who works with me ๐ฅบ but i'm sooooo shy and NOT ME whenever i'm around him i hate it. i know that we would vibe idk:/ he is a friend of my older sister and i got the feeling that he sees me as a child (he's only 4 years older) i hate it here lmao
xo๐๐๐
Quizzed | Bakugou x Reader
summary: You ask Katsuki for help with your studies but that was all a ruse to let out all your sexual frustrations on him.
w/c: 1.9k
warnings: fingering, oral (m!receiving), katsuki calling reader slut once
a/n: hiii i'm doing well!! <3 hope you are too!! and LMAO i get what you mean!! i turn into a completely different person whenever i'm with someone i like but i try practicing just being my self lol why don't you test out the waters, give him some hints ;)) update me about it then hehe
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Katsuki Bakugou is good at anything and everything he tries. He's got an amazing, flashy quirk, he's smart, has an explosive personality and you can't deny he's handsome.
God's favorite child; that's what he is.
And you're obsessed. You love how he smells so sweet, how soft red spills over the tips of his ears and his cheeks when he's flustered or embarrassed, the deep grunts and melodic moans that slip out his lips.
He turns into your vulnerable little bitch under your softest touch. And you love it.
College isn't easy, not by any means. Unlike highschool or middle school, you're the one chasing after your professors, you're the one who teaches yourself, you're the one who has to grind in order to get a good grade and graduate.
It's times like these, during hell week, that you regret not choosing the hero course. They don't need to go to college, they become heroes after highschool and from the stories of your friends, hero work seems to be a much more enjoyable job than in a hospital doing rounds.
You sigh, mind tired and body aching all over as you plop onto the couch. Your boyfriend, number two hero Dynamite, is busy cooking the both of you dinner. "Long day?" He asks.
As much as you want to claim that all you want to do is eat whatever your boyfriend is cooking, wash up and cuddle with him till you fall asleep, you can't. You'd be lying.
You're frustrated and you want to let out some steam. And the fact that your boyfriend is cooking in your shared kitchen with nothing but black sweats that hang loosely over his hips and an apron doesn't help.
You nod quietly, sitting on one of the counter stools just to watch him cook. As your eyes greedily rake over his ripped arms, toned back and occasionally his built chest, the gears in your head begin turning as you think about how to get him to fuck your stress out your body.
"Let me guess, you wanna sleep after you fill that tummy of yours?" He doesn't really talk like this, but you appreciate how he acknowledges your trouble. You pout in response, "Can't. I still have to study a few lessons in chem."
Study.
If he weren't busy with the food, Katsuki would have seen how your face visibly brightened at your idea. "Help me out? Please?"
He eyes you from the side as he shrugs his shoulders. "I probably won't be of any help, but I can try."
Oh you'll be of big help.
You have your Chemistry book, notes and the periodic table laid out on your desk as Katsuki walks in with two cups of tea; steam still floating from above it. You feel badโhe even bothered to prepare tea for the both of you but you know neither of you will be taking sips from the tea cups any time soon.
You smile when he sets the cups down, standing from your seat to push him to sit down on it instead. He looks at you with confusion in his eyes but donโt ask, prompting to check the topic you โneed help withโ.
โAh, I think Iโve read about this topic before.โ The moment his words leave his lips, your hand flies onto his shoulder as you lean over. โSo you know how this is the atomic number, right?โ You nod at his question, hand running up and down his built shoulder as a start.
He looks over at your hand, his then flicking up at you before returning to your opened textbook, shrugging off your suspicious actions.
By the time heโs finished discussing and explaining the topic, youโve sat yourself on his lap, one arm over his shoulders playing his ear as the other runs up and down his chest. โYou understand now?โ He asks, looking up at you as you nod your head.
โYeah,โ You lean over, pressing your lips on his. Your soft pinks stay on his pair a little longer than usual. You pull away slowly, your hand now cupping his jaw as you look deeply into his eyes.
He raises a brow, โWhat was that for?โ
You shake your head, eyes drifting from his eyes to his lips as your thumb traces over his lower lip. โYouโre just so sexy, teaching me like this. So smart.โ
You lean forward, pressing your lips against his once again as his hands drop to your hips, thumbs caressing the exposed skin. You part your lips from each other, allowing his tongue to slither inside your wet cavern, tasing you.
You rise onto your knees, setting yourself on his lap to straddle him as Katsuki continues to kiss you passionately. All your stress, all your concerns, all your anxiety always washes away whenever Katsuki kisses you, when he holds you, like this.
โYou have to be studying.โ He breathes into the kiss.
โIโd rather study something else.โ
Your fingers hook themselves on the hem of his shirt, pulling it up, exposing his hard abs. You run your palm over the exposed skin, fingers following ever bump, ever rise, every dip before you inch your fingers inside his sweats. Katsuki grabs onto your wrist, stopping you, eyebrows creased in confusion.
โStudy.โ He says, sternly.
โFuck me.โ You say. Sternly.
Within the next second, your hand is pushed into his pants, caressing his length, fondling his balls, and Katsuki sits there beneath you with his hands clutched into fists and his breathing heavy but controlled.
You slowly wiggle yourself off of him until youโre kneeling on the carpeted floor, your fingers pulling his pants down as your gaze keeps itself in his eyes.
Katsuki closes his eyes slowly, jaw clenched and head craned upward. You snicker, pulling his hard cock out of his pants. Your mouth visibly waters at the sight and you feel your pussy clench at the sight of his wet tipโpre cum already leaking out of it.
You lean forward, sticking your tongue out, pressing it against the base only to run it upwards to the pink head. You enclose the tip with your lips before pushing your head down, taking his entire length as you fight the tears from spilling. You miss this so muchโKatsukiโs taste, how he skips a breath and fights his moans when you take all of him, the way he has to physically stop himself from getting too rough with you.
Youโre sloppy when giving headโsaliva dripping down his cock and the chair, saliva dripping down the corners of your mouth, pre cum smeared on the tip of your nose and cheeks. When Katsuki looks down at you for the first time, and you look back at him with a shit-eating grin and all messy, he cums almost immediately.
You laugh, allowing his release to splatter all over your face.
You wipe a dripping one from your cheek, into your mouth, sucking on your finger all while looking at him straight int the eye.
Katsuki breathes heavily before pulling you up from your knees. He pulls you by the waist, pushing your shorts down, letting them pool around your ankles. He pushes you onto your desk, having pushed all your study materials off the top to give you space. He lifts both your legs up, resting them over his shoulders as he looks at your glistening pussy, admiring the way it looks before pushing a finger in. Pretty and strangled moans slip out your lips as you throw your head back.
โHow do you solve for the mass number of an element?โ
A quiz? Really? Now?
Your brows knit together as you look down at him, to which he simply raises a demanding brow. He curls the fingers inside you and you feel your soul leave your body for a moment, making you gasp in surprise.
โYouโoh godโyou add the number of protons andโโ You squeak when he suddenly adds another finger inside, โโand the number of neutrons!โ
โWho discovered the first subatomic particle?โ Katsuki quickens his pace and you feel your legs shaking. โJJ Thompโnnggh!โThompson!โ
โWhen?โ
โ1896!โ
He adds in a third finger and the stretch has your eyes rolling to the back of your head.
โGive me a rule for naming ions.โ He curls his fingers inside you and for a moment your mind goes blank, earning an irritated growl from Katsuki. โShit, Katsu!โ You cry out, โThe charge of an ionโoh fuckโcan b-be determinedโโ Your back arches at the feeling of your high quickly arriving. โโby its place on the periodic table!โ
Your cunt clenched around his fingers greedily as your hips move in circles on their own, riding out your orgasm. Your chest rises and falls heavily, finally, itโs been too fucking long.
Katsuki pulls his fingers out of you and you whine at how sensitive your pussy still is. You watch as he brings his fingers into his mouth, lapping up your juices coating his digits and your kitty clenches around nothing, as if you hadnโt just cum.
The pro hero grabs you by your waist, sitting on your chair. He aligns his cock in line with your hole, letting you slowly lower yourself on his cock, your cunt greedily taking his entire length.
โWhat method do you use when writing formulas for ionic compounds?โ Youโre already moving your hips before he even finishes his question.
โThe crossover method.โ You whisper.
โHump on it, you slut. If youโre that desperate to fuck yourself with my cock, do it properly.โ
Following his words, you start rising before lowering yourself on his cock. The feeling makes your legs want to turn into jelly, but the thought of not getting to feel this way has you fighting the urge.
โGive me the formula for Iron and Oxygen.โ Katsuki grips at your waist, now moving your hips the way he wants you to move it.
The feeling of his cock stretching you open, the feeling of it hitting your g-spot again and again and again, his fingernails digging onto your skin and your brain wracking itself for the correct answerโeverything overwhelms you too much.
โFe2O3!โ It comes out as a whine, making Katsuki chuckle.
โWhat about Barium and Sodium?โ
Heโs thrusting upwards now, allowing you to lessen your efforts, giving you more chance to clear your head even for a little bit. โBa3Na2.โ
โThatโs right.โ He whispers into your ear, โThatโs my smart little girl.โ
Katsuki carries you by your thighs as he stands. For a moment, you think heโll head for the bed but heโs setting you back onto your desk. Feeling this, he answers your silent confusion. โItโs a bad idea to study on the bed.โ He tilts his head to the side, โYou might fall asleep. We canโt have that.โ
He begins thrusting into you, your desk hitting against the wall every time.
โRecite the greek prefixes for naming hydrated salts.โ You feel another orgasm coming. โOne to ten. Do it correctly and Iโll let you cum.โ
Weird boost of inspiration.
โMono, di, triโshit, Katsu!โTetra, penta, hexa, hepta, octa, nonaโโ He thrusts deeply inside you, pulling an orgasm out of you. You gasp as your pussy clenches around his cock. You look at him in the eye, a smile stretched across your face. โโdeca.โ
Katsuki continues thrusting inside you, his own high following not long after.
Your body falls onto the desk like lavaโhot and pulsing.
Katsuki pulls his sweats up, helping you with your own bottoms before slapping your ass. โIโm giving you three more quizzes later.โ Your eyes widen at his words to which he grins cockily at. โSo make sure you study hard.โ
You got to answer every number in your test the following days, but not without a cost. The mere section of writing formulas for ionic compounds has you clenching your thighs together.
๐๐๐๐๐๐๐: bakugou katsuki x f!reader
๐๐๐๐๐: heavy angst, marriage au, no quirks, 18+
๐๐๐๐๐๐๐: it was the fight to end all fights. a kind of fight that left one with clenched teeth and fists, steam coming out the ears and the need to punch the ever living shit out of someone. it had become their new normal and neither you or bakugo knew how to change that, if they even could.
๐๐๐๐๐๐: just started
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๐๐๐๐๐๐๐: bakugou katsuki x f!reader
๐๐๐๐๐: heavy angst, marriage au, no quirks, 18+
๐๐: 5.5k
๐๐๐๐๐๐๐๐: mean!bakugou, arguments, domestic abuse, reader slaps bakugou, unwanted touching/grabbing(?), threatening abuse, TOXIC RELATIONSHIP, referenced teenage pregnancy(reader&bakugou are in their 30s btw)
๐๐๐๐๐๐๐: it was the fight to end all fights. a kind of fight that left one with clenched teeth and fists, steam coming from the ears and the need to punch the ever living shit out of someone. it had become their new normal and neither you or bakugo knew how to change that, if they even could.
๐/๐: here we gooooooooooooooo !!!!!!!
you could hear the blood rushing through your veins, pulsing in your ears as you glared at your husband from your position in the small living room. you sucked your bottom lip, trying to prevent yourself from screaming at the top of your lungs. you dug your fingers into the palms of your hands and glared at him. you didn't even have the words right now to articulate how mad you were, how crazy he made you feel.
bakugo katsuki stood across from you, equally as angry, his eyes flaming from the words that had been spewed at him. he grounded his teeth together, his jaw clenching and unclenching as he tried to bottle in everything he was feeling. he felt like he was going to explode at any moment, his heart pounding as he stared down his wife of almost 14 years. he didn't back away or shrink when he saw the glare you were giving him, he was sure it was equally as venomous as the one he was throwing your way.
โyouโre fucking insane, do you know that?โ he spat at you, breaking the silence that had enveloped them.
โreally? REALLY?โ you screeched before continuing, โtake a look in the mirror one of these days, katsuki.โ
he took a step closer to you, breaching the defensive stance he had held when the verbal mudslinging had really started. โi know who i am sweetheart, the question is who the fuck are you?โ he snarled, his lips turning up as he stepped so he was within inches of you and looked down. your head snapped up, your glare reaching red alert proportions. years ago, this would have made bakugo run for the hills, drop to his knees and grovel for forgiveness or just try to diffuse the situation as best as he could. not this time. not today. too much had been said, nothing could be taken back and he wasn't going to stop now.
things had changed. too much had changed. you used to think that the changes they had gone through as a family had come from being married for almost 14 years. but now you thought differently. things had come to a boiling point and it didn't seem like the eruption was going to end any time soon.
it had started the moment you walked in the house from grocery shopping. the house was a disaster, in complete disarray with stuff everywhere. they hadn't gotten around to taking down the christmas tree yet, and the girls had yet to collect their gifts from under the tree either, but it was the mess that was around that bugged you. there were empty plates and dirty cups, socks and piles of half marked papers strewn about the small living room. boots and other winter gear littered their very small entryway and that was just the two rooms you peaked in as you walked in with an armful of groceries. and you knew exactly who the culprit was; your ever so wonderful husband.
you found bakugo right where you left him two hours ago. on the couch, slumped over in a bad posture with a controller in his hand and a headset on his head, yelling profanities into the mic. the sound of gun shots and blasts resounded from the entertainment system that had been given to them for christmas by his parents, blared throughout the main floor of their small house.
the girls were gone for the weekend with todoroki and momo up to a ski resort, but they would be back that night as everyone started back to school tomorrow. you had left him with specific instructions to clean up the house while you were gone, because as a thank you for taking their two girls with them for the weekend, they were having todoroki and momo over for dinner. and clearly bakugo hadn't moved his enormous ass off the couch since you left. hell, he hadn't even peeled his eyes away from the damn screen when you stomped into the house with full hands.
you dumped the groceries youโd been able to carry in on the small island in the middle of their kitchen before stomping into the living room and standing in front of him, hands on your hips. when he ignored you, moving his head and neck around to try and see most of the screen around you, you began to tap your foot on the wooden floor.
โyou're kind of being annoying right now, babe. can you move your ass?โ he snapped, pressing pause on the controller.
โi need your help with the groceries,โ you said simply, tapping faster.
โyou got them into the cart and into the car by yourself, surely you can lug them into the house.โ
โfuck you. help me!โ you stomped your foot.
โyeah, swearing at me is really going to get me to help you,โ he laughed. you moved around enough to get out of his way unintentionally. โsome mouth you got there, sweetheart,โ he whispered to himself.
you tensed. you hated when he called you sweetheart. he knew you hated being called that.
โlazy asshole,โ you mumbled as you started to walk out of the living room.
โexcuse me?โ he jabbed at the buttons on his controller again, hitting pause for the second time.
โi said youโre a lazy asshole,โ you said louder. you turned again to leave the room, hearing the controller hit the couch cushion and the distinct noise of your husband rising to his feet. you turned around to look at him, โhear me now?โ
โi heard you loud and clear, frigid bitch,โ he spat, his arms crossing his broad chest as he stood there, his stance immediately in defensive mode.
โoh that's how we're going to play? should i change it to dirty asshole then? considering that's how it seems you want to play thisโฆโ your hands fisted at your hips. continuing, โwhen was the last time you picked up around here, huh? maybe put a dish in the sink, let alone fucking wash something for once. bastard,โ you glared.
this had become their new normal. every time they were alone together, things headed south and fast. like a speeding bullet racing a train, it always seemed like they battled in order to see who could get who riled up faster.
hurling insults, name calling and just general nastiness were usually the name of the game. no one ever winning anything in the end, the situation only eventually coming to an end when one or both were too steamed or exhausted to really go on. at which point bakugo would stomp off to the garage to bang on his drums and you would lock yourself in a hot shower or the bedroom to scream out your frustrations. nothing ever became settled, nothing ever came of these fights. until tonight. tonight it all came to a head, the metaphorical eruption spewing forth from the volcano.
bakugo stared down at you as the last syllable of bastard fell from your lips. โi would watch what you say. keep talking to me like that and iโll slap the shit out of you,โ he snarled. โdid no one ever teach you those in glass houses shouldn't throw stones?โ
you chuckled in spite of his words, gripping your hips as you stared at him. โi applaud your attempt at trying to sound like an adult. i mean, nothing else with you points in that direction,โ you stepped back into the room and began to pick up the dirty dishes and such that were littered around. โsometimes i think iโm raising three children instead of two,โ you volleyed at him. โnow go get the groceries.โ
โfuck the groceries,โ he spat.
โwell, at least someone...sorry i mean something would be getting action,โ you mumbled under your breath as you turned to leave the room again with the dirty dishes in your hands.
โwant to say that again, sweetheart?" he growled. he stalked closer to you until he was right behind you, towering above where you stood in the doorway of the room.
โi said it'd be nice if SOMETHING OR SOMEONE IN THIS HOUSE WAS GETTING FUCKED ONCE AND AWHILE,โ you screamed at the top of your lungs. โhappy now?โ
โecstatic,โ he stamped out. โnot like i really want to fuck you anyway.โ
โoh, cause that would mean you actually have to put some energy into something that isn't sitting on your ass all day, right? i mean, we wouldn't want to take away from that precious fucking time now would we?โ
โfuck you,โ he stabbed his finger at you. โyou know i only do it to get away from you and...โ
โand what? our family? our girls? so sorry that we're holding you back from whatever it is you think you're missing. not like you really help with them anyways.โ
โi help. i play fucking chauffeur all weekend and who paid for...โ
โstop right there. you play fucking chauffeur? who drove akari to her dance class last, hmm?โ you paused. he was silent. you saw the anger in his eyes. โthat's right, me! who dropped hana off at her rehearsal? oh, iโm sorry mitsuki did because you were too busy doing god knows what with kirishima while i was busy doing overtime at the office...so we could, i don't know...afford christmas since you decided you needed a new fucking car a week before your supposed favorite holiday.โ
โi work hard. i spend my money-โ
you didn't give him a chance to finish, โyou spend the money you make recklessly. haven't you noticed that my car could really use a tune up? haven't you noticed that the floor in the upstairs bathroom could really use replacing? of course not, you selfish piece of shit because all you really care about is what you want. what bakugo needs, what bakugo would like. never mind that i had to tell hana that no, i couldn't take her to see a movie because mommy just DOESN'T HAVE THE MONEY RIGHT NOW. but hey, daddy gets a new car,โ you steamed. โyou try telling a three year old that, katsuki.โ
โwho pays for this house?" he roared. he came closer to you, so he was in your face. โwho bought you this house? that car that you're complaining about? i work hard for my fucking money, you have NO right to say anything. i provide for you and don't you dare be putting the blame on me for you having to say no to our daughters once and awhile. it's good for them,โ he chuckled. โlord knows they need to hear it once and awhile. not like your parents did that for you, ever. i mean, you not taking the word no very well is essentially what brought us here to begin with, isn't it?โ he smirked.
โfuck you.โ was all you said. you pushed your fists against his chest so he would get out of your face a little bit. he grabbed at your wrists so you would stop pushing against him. โlet go of me.โ you wiggled in his grasp, pulling yourself back. his hands remained around your wrists.
โwhat, don't like it?โ he bent his head, his eyes narrowing as he looked directly in your eyes, โam i scaring you?โ
โyou don't scare me. you're a coward.โ bakugo tightened the grip on your wrists a little bit. โnow let me go.โ you struggled against his grip until he loosened and he let you go. when you gained control of your wrists again, you didn't move from him right away. instead, you slapped him across the right side of his face. โdon't you dare touch me like that again!โ
โbitch,โ he steamed as his hand flew to his face where you had slapped him. you backed away a few steps, still staring him down. you had been telling the truth, yes, he didn't scare you. mainly because you knew you could take him, despite the fact that he had a good foot on you in height and easily a hundred pounds on you in weight. you knew bakugo would never hurt you, threats maybe but he wouldnโt actually hit you, right? regardless, your fight or flight instinct was strong and you wanted to put some space between you and your hulk of a husband.
they both stood there, their defensive stances on high alert. both of them were steamed as they held each other's gaze. the groceries you had just purchased were long forgotten as you both stared at each other.
โyou're fucking insane, do you know that?โ he spat at you, breaking the silence that had enveloped them.
โyou already said that, asshole!โ you screeched. โlook in the mirror, katsuki.โ
he took a step closer to you, breaching the defensive stance he had held when the verbal mudslinging had started, โi know who i am. what have you done with my wife?" he snarled.
โyou know who you are? really? so you know you're a lazy, no good asshole who i wish i never married all those fucking years ago? you know that? great. saves me from saying it out loud then.โ you turned on your heel and went to leave the room, finally breaking the icy stare and thick tension that had surrounded them. you were done with this bullshit for now. the girls would be home soon and you had to get dinner going.
โyou're not the only one with regrets you know!โ he called after you just as you had made it back to the hallway. โi should have never knocked you up all those years ago! than we wouldn't be in this FUCKING MESS!โ bakugo screamed.
you turned on your heel again and virtually ran at him, the fire back in your eyes. you stopped right in front of him, your finger pointing at him with all the anger you could muster in your eyes. โyou take that back right now,โ you slammed out. โyou fucking bastard, you take that back right now...โ
โno.โ
โyou're a fucking bastard. it's fine to hate me, and fight with me and hell it's fine to regret ever getting into a relationship with me and our marriage. but you are NOT allowed to regret what led to our daughters. that is not fair to them. this...โ you gestured between the two of them, your hands waving to indicate the tension. โis not their fault. and not because they were born or made or whatever. youโre a terrible father if you think that. and the fact that you said it out loud makes it so much worse. this is our problem, our fucking mess not akari or hanaโs.โ
โit's the fucking truth,โ he verbally slapped. โyou can't tell me that if i hadn't knocked you up in our junior year, if you hadn't insisted on keeping the baby, that we would be here right now.โ a breath, a pause, โwe both know this was never the game plan. not mine, not yours.โ he stopped again, for dramatic effect. โyou and i should have never ended up here. and we only did because you couldn't give akari up for adoption.โ
you couldn't believe the words you were hearing. you couldn't believe what he was saying. sure, their fights had become increasingly heated over the last few months. but they never brought up the kids, not like this. you never regret your daughters. they'd both changed your life in vastly different ways, but you never regret bringing them into the world and raising them. they were your life, you lived for the girls, fucking breathed for them. but to hear bakugo voice an opinion that was so different from your own, so different from what you had thought his was? that was enough to send you into orbit. that was your line and he hadn't merely crossed it, he had jumped over it and ran passed it at lightning speed.
you stared up at him, daggers shooting out from your eyes, โget out,โ your voice was hoarse and thick as tears threatened your eyes. you werenโt sure if they were angry, sad or disappointed tears. but it was impeding your ability to speak at the moment. โget out of my fucking house,โ you stammered.
bakugo glared down at you. โyour house?โ he chuckled as he extended his pointer finger to point at the center of his chest. โmy house,โ he said with a tarzan like voice.
โGET THE FUCK OUT OF MY HOUSE!" you roared, every maternal feeling rising to the surface. โi don't want you here anymore. i don't want to see your fucking face. so help me fucking god, GET OUT!โ when he didn't move, you stepped closer, โiโll call the cops. i mean, it's surprising the neighbors haven't already. but iโll do it if it gets you out of my fucking house.โ
โi don't need this shit,โ he looked down at you. โi don't need this bullshit from you. go fuck yourself.โ he stormed out of the living room, grabbed his keys off the hook by the front door and stormed out of the house without a jacket, slamming the door behind him. it was only when you heard the engine of his car rev up and his tires squeal on the asphalt of their driveway, that you allowed yourself to completely fall apart.
sobs rocked your body, the very ones you had been struggling to keep at bay as you had kicked your husband out of the house. you dropped to your knees, falling forward onto your hands. you hung your head down and sobbed harder than you ever had in god knows how long. what had become of your life? what had become of you? what were you going to do now?
bakugo parked his car in front of his mother's house and cut the engine. he laid his head down on the steering wheel in front of him, hitting his forehead on the smooth surface a few times over. when had things gotten so out of control? when had he officially lost all grip on reality? when had he become the man he promised himself, his mother and you, that he would never be? the most important question of all though, was how was he going to fix this? did he want to fix it, and better yet...could he?
he didn't know what he was going to do next. he kept his forehead leaned on the steering wheel in front of him, ignoring the blaring of his cell phone from the passenger seat. he didn't have to look at the bright screen to know it was his mother calling. she probably wanted to know what he was doing outside her house for one, and why he hadn't come inside yet. he didn't know if he was ready for that inquisition yet.
a knock on his window knocked him out of his thoughts. he turned his head and looked at the figure who was standing there, his mom. he stood there with his arms crossed over his chest, his eyes boring through the glass. bakugo hesitated before rolling down the window.
โare you just going to sit here looking like a loser or were you planning on coming inside any time soon?" the older woman asked.
bakugo blew out a breath and reached to turn off the engine of the car. โi don't really know what iโm doing,โ he said hesitantly. he felt so small under his motherโs gaze, the bravado and courage he had had when he was screaming at his wife earlier was long gone. whenever he was in the presence of his mother, he felt like a little boy. he gestured for his mother to step back as he opened the car door and stepped out, slamming it behind him. he towered over her, and looked down at her, โlet's go inside, it's freezing out here.โโ
you were picking yourself up off the floor and wiping the tears from your face as the front door banged open again. you tensed, your back was to the entrance to the living room so you couldn't tell who it is. well, until the feet stampeded in and little arms were thrown across your waist.
โmommy!โ the little girl called as she squeezed her hands into your hip.
you took a deep breath and shut your eyes for a moment before looking down at your daughter with a smile on your face. โhi hana!โ you exclaimed.
โi missed you, mommy! uncle sho took me on the bunny hill and i did good mommy! i didn't fall down once!โ the little girl exclaimed, leaning back to look her mother in the eye. she placed her little hands on your cheeks as she laughed. you smiled softly at the little girl as she chatted about the hot chocolate she had drank with both breakfast and lunch yesterday.
โi heard you guys had a good time,โ you smiled as you looked at the quartet that came into the room. you could see todoroki and momoโs eyes flying around the room, taking in the sight of the mess around them, and the paused video game that you had yet to turn off. they didn't even have to say anything, you knew what they were thinking. but you couldn't and wouldn't say anything in front of the kids. not right now.
โwe had a good time,โ momo laughed.
you opened your other arm to your oldest daughter. the tall girl walked over to you and hugged your opposite side, leaning her head on on shoulder.
โand what about you, akari? have a good time?โ
she nodded her head against you. โmay i be excused to go upstairs for a bit?" she asked softly. you lifted your daughter's chin and eyed her suspiciously, before nodding your head.
โhana, why don't you get ready for bed, iโll be right up,โ you asked before putting your daughter down on her own feet.
โwhat's wrong with akari?โ were the first words out of your mouth as soon as your two children were out of earshot. your mothering senses were at an all time high.
โshe was fine until the drive home,โ todoroki shrugged as they stood in the living room. โwhat happened in here?โ todorki was good for changing the subject.
you ignored his attempted and stared at the couple in front of you. โwhat happened with akari?โ
โi donโt know. she was texting someone on the way home and her demeanor just changed. she was happy this weekend, i swear. playing around with hana and just being herself. but iโm willing to bet her changed mood has something to do with who was texting her.โ momo was always more intuitive than todoroki was, more level headed where todoroki tended to fly off the deep end sometimes with the theatricality. somewhat like yourself. momo was often the voice of reason.
you bit your lip, forgetting about your problems for a moment and looking towards the small set of stairs that led to the three small bedrooms.
โshe'll come down when she's ready. i promise she's fine." momo tried to reason. you blew out a breath and gestured to the couch.
โhave a seat. can i get you guys anything to drink?โ
when neither said anything, you took a seat in the big overstuffed arm chair to the left of the couch and sighed. you decided to drop the akari issue for the moment, knowing more so that momo was right. she would come to you when she was ready. she always did. your bond with akari was one of the things you were most proud of. maybe it was the fact that you had been so young when akari was born, but you loved how close you were. akari told you everything and you did your best to support her not so little girl in every way possible. you closed your eyes for a moment as you leaned back in the chair, sighing heavely. the action didn't go unnoticed by the couple in front of you.
โso, where is the great bakugo katsuki?โ todoroki asked with a hint of sarcasm in his voice. you sighed silently, looking up at the ceiling before looking back at them.
โwho knows? he could be in another country already for all i know. not that i give a fuck,โ your voice dropped an octave as you spoke the last few words, trying to make sure that none of the children in the house heard you.
both todoroki and momo raised an eyebrow at each other before turning to you, โwhat happened while we were gone?โ
you bit your lip harder so that the tremble didn't become visible. you were trying to keep it together, trying not to crack. โwe just had an awful fight,โ you stammered out, looking at your hands. โand i kicked him out.โ
both their jaws dropped almost simultaneously. sure, they both knew the bakugoโs had been having problems. big problems. but neither of them knew that it could have possibly gotten this far.
momo stood up from the couch while todoroki finally went over to turn off the TV and came to a stop in front of you.
โwhat did you guys...โ
โeverything. we fought about everything and anything. how we haven't had sex in god knows how long, money...that was a huge one, how we've changed. he even said...โ your hand flew to your mouth as the tears began to trickle out of your eyes again. โhe even said he regretted having and keeping akari. that he knew we weren't supposed to make it this far,โ you swallowed hard. โit was bad guys. really bad. he grabbed me and i slapped him. i don't know how and if we're going to come back from this,โ you sighed, closing your eyes.
bakugo sat at the table across from his mother and father, the warm hot chocolate his mother had made for him encased in his fingers. they were waiting for him to say something, waiting for him to break. it was just the way they worked. they'd had many situations like this in the last 16 years between the three of them, and even more before the kids had entered the picture. it still didn't get any easier, and as he sat there trying to formulate exactly what he was going to tell his mother about what happened at his own home today, he couldn't help but allow the shame to flood his being. he'd said some awful things to you, things he shouldn't have said and things that had needed to be said for years. either way, it didn't change how he felt and he couldn't take the words back.
โso, are you just going to sit here starring dumbly at that cup of hot chocolate or are you going to tell us why youโre here?" mitsuki leaned back in her chair and crossed her arms over her chest much like she had outside.
bakugo looked up from his hands and looked at the clock on the wall, the second hand ticking quickly. it was that late already? the girls were probably home by now, which meant you were getting a chance to tell your side of the story to todoroki and momo. great.
โkatsuki?โ his father asked softly.
he again contemplated what to say, โwe had a huge fight, and it escalated to the point that i may have said some things that i deeply regret.โ
his mother looked at him, urging him to continue. โsurely...โ
โhag,โ he shook his head, โi basically...โ he grunted, leaning forward to rest his elbows on the table and began pulling at his hair. โi told her, in not the nicest of terms, that i wished we'd never had akari.โ
his parents sat back and stared at him with wide eyes. sure, having a baby in high school hadn't been the easiest feat. but they'd done it and survived. there was absolutely no truth to the words he had said both just now and to you back at the house. akari was bakugoโs world, she'd been his little sidekick until she'd gotten to an age where it wasn't cool to hang out with your dad, no matter how young he was. but he'd been angry, and when you're angry you say things you regret. it was the one thing bakugo always did, could never get right. he always hurt the ones he loved when his anger got the best of him. maybe he should go back to kicking things when he's angry, at least chairs didn't have feelings that he could damage.
โwell, is that truly what you think katsuki?โ his father said.
โof course it's not true!โ bakugo slammed his fist against the table, causing his father to jump and the cup to rattle. โshe's my daughter. in the beginning maybe i second guessed why we had kept her while we were trying to navigate high school but now? never. she's my daughter! i would do anything for her and hana,โ He added finally. โi was just so angry, we were spewing the nastiest things at each other and it just happened.โ
bakugo tried to be selective in what he said about the words they'd exchanged. he was sure they were already getting a colorful picture of the words that had been exchanged without him actually having to repeat them. a silence enveloped the trio for a few minutes, as the dust figuratively settled.
โhow did the fight start?" mitsuki asked finally, breaking the silence.
โi didn't clean up the house like she asked me to while she went grocery shopping,โ his voice grew timid and he dropped his gaze from his parents. even at 32, he still felt like a little boy about to be disciplined when they sat like this.
โwell, why didn't you?โ
โi kind of just got into the game i was playing and time got away from me,โ he held up his hand. โi know, not an excuse. i should have done what she asked. most of it was my stuff too, aside from the kids gifts from the holidays. she's always on my ass about something and i kind of just wanted a moment to myself. it was the first time the house had been quiet since winter break started.โ
โyou're a married man, katsuki. a married man with children. you don't get the luxury of getting a moment to yourself unless you're sick as a dog. if your wife asks you to do something, you do it. you need to take responsibility for your life too, whether that means cleaning the house or taking out the trash or sitting through obnoxious children cartoons for the 8000th time, you man up and do what is asked of you even if you don't want to do it. and especially if the alternative is being lazy and playing video games,โ his father said calmly, looking at his son.
all bakugo could do was nod. โsheโs really angry with me,โ he said simply, looking down at his hands again.
โsounds like with good reason,โ his mother said simply. โi have every right mind to be pretty upset with you myself. i raised you better than that, katsuki. now, did you leave or...โ
โshe kicked me out. after i said what i had about akari, she said if i didn't get out of her house she was going to call the cops and have them remove me. so i left and came here. i didn't really know where else to go...โ
both mitsuki and masaru nodded, โwell, you know you're welcome to stay here as long as you need. katsuki, what are you going to do?" his father asked softly. his expression had gone from angry and confused to now soft and concerned.
bakugo looked up at the ceiling and then back down at his parents, โi don't know, i don't fucking know.โ he ran his fingers through his hair, and pulled at it like he had earlier. โbut i don't know if we're going to be okay. this has been going on for months and today's fight just kind blew the roof off of everything i've been feeling and iโm not sure iโm going to be able to fix it.โ
โeverything is fixable, son. you both just need space and time to heal.โ
โyou didn't see her, dad. she always said that if it came down to the kids or me she would without hesitation pick the kids. and i don't blame her. i mean, look at me? i'm such an asshole. i'd want to leave me too."
bakugo felt his anger rising once again, as his thoughts dragged back to the situation at home. all he was thankful for at the moment was that his girls hadn't been home.
โhey! no one is leaving anyone right now,โ mitsuki cut him off. โyou just need to try...โ
he scoffed, โiโm sick of trying. iโve spent the last almost 14 years trying, 17 if you count when we first started dating. maybe it's time to realize that we werenโt meant to last.โ
Warnings: MINORS DNI 18+ oral (f receiving), hair pulling, aged up characters
A/N: Written for @doinmybesthereโ because Emme deserves a full account of how well Bakugou would treat her in bed, u know? Pic is from the BKDK doujin Call Your Name by lapin.
WC: 2.7K
Thereโs always a surety to Bakugouโs movements that leaves you reeling, leaves you breathless running to catch up. Itโs the way he grabs you by the waist to pull you close, or pulls you into his lap, or grunts out a quiet hey and then kisses you dizzy before you even think about returning the favour. Youโre always happy to follow along though, happy to melt into his touch, his hold, letting him lead the way.
So when you tangle your fingers into the collar of his shirt and jerk him away from your body he pauses, stunned, glowering up at you. His breath is hot, brushing along the sensitive skin of your stomach, cooling the saliva from his wet, open-mouthed kisses trailing down, down, down.
โWhat? You want me to stop?โ
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