“you’re not supposed to get up, kats!”
katsuki bakugo, highly medicated, and hyperfixiated on you.
lowkey a follow up for “under your care” (view here)
timeskip pro hero bakugo x fem!reader somewhat fluff ? nsfw !!
the apartment was supposed to be quiet. doctors orders: rest, fluids, no explosions, and absolutely no yelling. easy enough— supposedly simple… unless the patient was katsuki bakugo with half a bottle of anesthesia still in his system… katsuki on pain meds was basically him with no balance, no filter, and a single functioning brain cell dedicated entirely to… you.
you’d only stepped into the kitchen for ten seconds— meds, water, that’s it… when you heard it:
“oi… where the hell’d you go?”
his voice was deeper than usual, dragged out, rough and weirdly soft as his words floated down the hall.
here we go… you sighed, already bracing yourself. “katsuki, you’re not supposed to be walking!—”
too late. there he was, stumbling out of the bedroom, hair a mess, flat on one side, eyes heavy-lidded and unfocused. he had on the oversized shirt you made him change into earlier— except it was halfway off his shoulder now, exposing the bandaged area.
“get back in bed,” you commanded, stepping toward him.
he blinked… slow, like a sleepy cat. then he proceeded to frown deep and confused. with way too much emotion for someone who normally yelled every feeling he had, he slurred:
“why’d you leave me… i woke up an’— you weren’t… you weren’t there.“
he his brows tugging together, like it genuinely wounded him and the irritation in his tone didn’t match the wobble in his stance at all.
you softened— you just couldn’t help it. “i just went to grab your pills.”
“tch, don’ like that. don’—”
he waved a hand vaguely, nearly hitting the wall. “don’ go. when i’m sleepin’.” he muttered.
“didn’t like that,” he said beginning to wobble forward until he bumped into you chest first. “stay where i can see you.”
you wrapped an arm around him so he didn’t fall. he clutched the back of your shirt like it was life or death.
“kats…you’re really out of it, you need to be in bed,” you said firmly.
he glared at you… or tried to. it was more like a slow, droopy scowl.
“not out of anythin’,” he insisted, face smushed against your collar. “’m fine,” he argued, words sticking together. “strong as— hell.”
then he tried to stand straight, immediately swayed, and grabbed your waist to steady himself. “maybe not— so.. fuckin’ strong right now. tch, whatever.”
you held in a laugh, “that’s why you’re supposed to be in bed, katsuki.”
he finally looked up at you— pupils big, cheeks just slightly flushed and even medicated, he still refused to look vulnerable, jaw tightening like he was fighting it— completely unguarded in a way he never was sober.
“come with me— come lay with me,” he muttered, tugging lightly at your shirt. “the bed feels… wrong without you.”
you brushed his hair back. “i will— but you need to take your meds first.”
he scrunched his nose. “no, they taste gross.” he then leaned in, forehead brushing your collarbone, breath hot against your skin.
“you first. then meds...”
his fingers curled stubbornly into your shirt. “and don’ argue with me. not right now.”
“i’ll get you juice though...”
“no.” he tugged you closer again, mumbling, “just… stay with me.”
and there it was— the softness he’d deny later, the clinginess he’d pretend never happened.
you look at him in awe sand try again, “kats, please—“
“i said no, don’—” he grumbled, “don’ talk like i’m helpless neither. ‘m not.”
“i can stand,” he said, immediately tripping over absolutely nothing and catching himself on you again.
“just— shut up. ‘m good.”
you cupped his jaw to steady him before he slid straight down your body.
he stared at you and he leaned his forehead into yours— dead serious despite being clearly not in his right mind.
“’m not goin’ back to bed unless you’re comin’ with me,” he said, voice dropping even more, slurring. “i need you.”
the weight of it, the sincerity— it hit you all at once. you sighed, guiding him slowly back toward the bedroom.
“okay, katsuki. i’ve got you.. let’s go.”
he smiled, genuinely— slow, crooked, a little too pretty for someone this drugged
“…good,” he muttered, almost smug. “knew you’d listen.” and he followed you back to bed, stumbling the whole way, refusing to let go of you even for a second.
the second you guided him back into the bedroom, he practically collapsed onto the edge of the mattress— not gracefully, nor carefully, just a heavy, exhausted drop like gravity suddenly doubled on him.
“fuck— bed’s movin’,” he muttered, squinting at it.
“it’s not moving, kats,” you said softly, steadying him with a hand on his shoulder.
“feels like it,” he grumbled, grabbing your wrist clumsily. his grip wasn’t strong— it was more so desperate. “don’… don’t leave again.”
you didn’t, you sat beside him, hand brushing his thigh. “i’m right here.”
bakugo stared at you— unfocused, lids heavy, pupils wide. he leaned in too close, exhaling a warm, uneven breath against your cheek.
“y’look… diff’rent,” he mumbled, voice thick and slurred.
“pretty.. like annoyin’ly pretty. it’s pissin’ me off.”
you snorted. “you’re so out of it.”
“shut up,” he muttered, but without real heat. he tried to scowl, failed miserably, and ended up sorta half-pouting instead. “’m not out of it. just… tired. n’ you keep… movin’. too much.”
“i’m literally sitting still..?”
“no— your face. keeps… shiftin’.” he narrowed his eyes suspiciously. “stop doin’ that.”
you bit your lip so you wouldn’t laugh. “okay, katsuki. i’ll stop… “shifting.””
he grunted, satisfied, then reached up— slower, and cupped your jaw in one big, warm hand. thumb smearing clumsy over your cheek.
you leaned in a little. he dragged you the rest of the way, the kiss was messy immediately— all teeth brushing and lips missing their target the first two tries until he finally locked onto you properly. hot, uncoordinated, needy— sloppier than he ever would sober…
he sighed into your mouth like he had been holding that breath for hours.
his other hand fumbled at your waist, fingers digging in just enough to keep you from pulling away, even though you weren’t trying to.
“fuck…” he whispered against your mouth, “been wantin’… been thinkin’—”
his words dissolved as he chased another kiss, more frantic this time, mouth fitting against yours in a sloppy, unsteady rhythm.
you pulled back just a little and his lips followed you, a soft, drugged sound leaving him— frustration? confusion? need?
“kats… you needa slow down,” you whispered.
“don’ wanna.” the words were slurred, but honest. “just… c’mere. lemme— …lemme kiss you.”
you cupped his cheeks— warm, flushed, eyes glassy and half-lidded.
“wow.. you’re really out of it,” you murmured.
he shook his head— or tried to. it came out as more of a wobble. “nah. just wan’ you.”
he kissed you again— softer this time, but even sloppier somehow, his forehead gently bumping yours because his coordination was shot.
his breaths were short, uneven. every exhale ghosted across your lips. he held your waist like he thought you’d disappear if he let go.
you whispered, “katsuki…”
he opened his eyes halfway— hazy, hungry, lost in you.
“don’ stop,” he muttered, almost too quiet to hear.
“be careful,” you whisper, teasing but gentle, “you’re still supposed to be resting..!”
he groans, nuzzling into your neck, one hand slipping under your shirt, fumbling, clumsy, but not without intent. “don’… care…” he mutters, voice rough, dragging, each word a struggle—and somehow, it makes your chest ache all the more.
katsuki's fingers brushed against the bare skin of your back, to your waist, sending shivers down your spine. he was so out of it, but that didn't stop him from wanting you, needing you.
his words slurred and breathy. "just... want... you."
his hand slid down from where it had been gripping your waist to palm at your ass instead— squeezing gently before giving a little tug like he wanted to pull you closer.
"katsuki..." you breathed out softly, tilting your head to give him better access as he mouthed along the slope of your throat. "we should probably stop..."
he made a frustrated noise at that— somewhere between a whine and a groan. "no..." he muttered, fingers digging into your skin as he held you tighter. "wanna... touch you.. kiss you...fuck you.”
you could feel how hard he was already, pressing insistently against your thigh through the thin fabric of his sweatpants. it was clear just how badly he wanted this.
and honestly? so did you. despite knowing it probably wasn't the best idea with him still recovering like this.
so instead of pulling away, you rolled your hips gently against him, letting out another soft moan as the friction sent sparks of pleasure racing up your spine.
katsuki groaned at the feeling of you grinding against him, hips bucking up instinctively to chase more of that delicious friction. his fingers tightened on your ass in response, squeezing and kneading the soft flesh.
"fuck..." he panted out, voice rough and desperate. "yeah— fuck—... like that..."
he kissed you again then, messy and uncoordinated but full of needy heat. his tongue pushed past your lips to slide against yours clumsily as he tried to deepen it.
you could taste the lingering bitterness of whatever medication he was on, but underneath that was still the familiar flavor of katsuki bakugo, addictive.
his other hand slid higher under your shirt now, palming at one breast through your bra as he squeezed gently. his thumb brushed over your nipple almost by accident and you gasped into his mouth at the sudden jolt of sensation.
he made a pleased sound low in his throat when he felt you react like that— clearly pleased with himself for causing such a response even if it was unintentional.
"lemme... fuck you..." he muttered again, voice muffled against your lips. "all of you..."
you shivered at the thought, knowing just how good his hands felt on your bare skin when he was fully coherent and in control.
right now though? with him still so out of it? there was something even better about the desperation of his touches— like he couldn't help himself from trying to get closer to you no matter what.
so instead of stopping him, you guided one of his hands downwards, pressing his palm against the heat between your legs through your shorts.
he groaned at that, fingers flexing instinctively as he felt how wet you already were for him. "fuck..." he panted out, hips rocking up into yours again. "you're so fuckin’ pretty..." he muttered, voice full of awe and reverence despite how slurred the words came out.
his touch felt so good through, but it wasn't nearly enough— not when you knew what it felt like to have him inside you. to feel him filling you up completely, fucking you deep and hard just the way you liked it.
you pulled back from the kiss, breathless, and whispered against his lips: "katsuki, please… i— need you inside me. right now."
his breath caught in his throat at that, eyes widening as much as they could in his current state.
"yeah...?—“ he agreed eagerly, fingers already fumbling with the waistband of your shorts.
“mhm..” you helped him pull them off, along with your panties— leaving you completely bare below the waist. then you did the same for him, tugging down his sweatpants just enough to free his erection which sprang up hard and heavy between your thighs.
katsuki let out a shaky groan at the feeling of your naked skin against his. his hands gripped your hips tightly, fingers pressing into the soft flesh as he guided you closer, leaning back putting you on top of him.
"mmph—" he muttered, voice breathy and desperate. "need to… feel you— fuck…"
you took his dick in your hand, stroking it slowly as you positioned the tip at your entrance. you were so wet already that he slid inside easily, just the head at first, but even that had you both moaning at the feeling.
"ah fuck…mhm— that's it…" katsuki panted out, eyes squeezing shut as he savored the sensation of finally being inside you again.
"you feel— so fuckin' good…” his voice slightly breaking
you started to sink down onto him, taking more of his dick inch by inch until you were fully seated on top of him. he was thick and warm inside you, stretching your walls perfectly.
"you're so fuckin' good to me…" he groaned, hips rocking up into yours instinctively. "mmmhm…"
you began to roll your hips, riding him slowly at first and trying to be extremely gentle. “we needa be gentle, kats,” you muttered with a whimper. each glide of his dick inside you sent sparks of pleasure shooting up your spine and you couldn't help but moan at the feeling.
katsuki's hands gripped your waist tightly, helping you move as he thrust up to meet you from underneath. even in his current drugged state, he was still slightly strong, just clumsy.
his head tipped back against the pillow, eyes hooded and mouth falling open slightly as he panted through the pleasure. he looked absolutely wrecked— so lost in how good it felt to finally be inside you again.
you leaned down to kiss him again, mouths slanting together in a sloppy but passionate way.
"fuck…" he breathed out between kisses. "missed… missed this… missed you so fuckin' much…"
you whispered back against his lips, voice soft and full of affection: "i missed you too, katsuki… so much…"
he groaned, hips jerking up into yours with renewed force. you could feel the desperation behind each thrust now— the need to show you just how much he had missed you even if he couldn't form the words properly.
you rode him faster, meeting each of his thrusts with one of your own. the sound of skin slapping against skin filled the room along with heavy breathing and desperate groans of pleasure.
"yeah… just like that…" katsuki muttered, voice rough and strained. "fuckin’… take it… take it all…" he slurred out.
you whined at his words, the filthiness of them making your toes curl even as your heart swelled with love for this man. he could be so stubborn.. but also sweet and caring when he wanted to be— but like this?
this was what you needed right now, what you both needed. something raw and primal and full of all the emotions he couldn't express otherwise.
his hands slid from your hips to your ass once again, gripping and squeezing the soft flesh as he helped drive you down onto him even harder. his thrusts were becoming erratic now, less controlled and more desperate as he got closer to the edge.
"fuck… lemme… cum—“ he panted out, voice broken up by heavy breaths. "wanna… feel you… cummin’…too”
you moaned at his words, hearing how needy he sounds— pleasure spiking in your gut at the thought of just that. of coming apart around him while he filled you up completely.
"yes!…" you breathed out, rolling your hips faster now. "make me cum, katsuki…"
he growled low in his throat at that, then one of his hands moved from your ass to between your legs, fingers finding your clit easily and rubbing in quick circles.
"fuck… just— touchin’ you…" he muttered, hips snapping up into yours harder now. "gonna— make you cum..” he said with promise.
his fingers worked your clit faster, alternating between gentle caresses and rougher presses that made you cry out with pleasure. all the while, his dick continued to thrust into you, hitting that spot deep inside you that had your eyes tearing.
"ah… ah… fuck… katsuki!" you cried out, fingers clutching at his shoulders as the pleasure built inside you. "don't stop… please… don't stop…"
he just groaned in response, "so… fuckin’ good f’me…" he panted out. "so… beautiful— fuck… wanna.. wanna fill you up…”
his words sent you tumbling over the edge, pleasure rushing as you came undone around him.
"f—fuck!" katsuki groaned loudly, hips jerking up into you. "yeah— atta girl..”
you were barely aware of anything at that moment, too lost in the overwhelming pleasure that had consumed you completely.
"fuck… i'm gonna…— i'm gon’ cum… fuck…” you looked up at him then, through your lashes and pleasure glazed eyes.
that’s all it took, he caught your eyes and let out a broken groan, fingers digging into your skin hard enough to bruise as he pulled you down closer to him. you felt him swelling inside you, filling you up with warm spurts.
you then collapsed on top of him, forehead resting against his shoulder.
for a long moment, there was nothing but heavy breathing and the rapid beat of two hearts racing in chests.
you lifted your head to look at him then— cheeks flushed, hair a mess, eyes still glassy and heavy-lidded.
"don’ leave my side again…” katsuki whispered, voice thick with exhaustion.
you smiled down at him softly, brushing a stray strand of hair from his forehead. “yes, bakugo.. i wont.”
he just hummed in response, too spent to form real words anymore. instead, he wrapped his arms around you. one across your back and under your other arm, the other hooked under your knee to pull your leg up higher over his hip.
“‘m not done with you yet,” he slurred, nuzzling into your hair. “just… gimme a minute. need… needa fuck you again…”
you laughed softly at that - the sound warm and full of affection. “you need sleep, katsuki— not more...”
“no… sleep is for the weak,” he argued, even as his eyes were already drifting shut. “need… you. always… need you…”
the words were so sincere despite being slurred that your heart swelled in your chest. you pressed a gentle kiss to his lips, soft, but full of all the love you felt for him.
“i know, baby,” you murmured against his mouth. “i need you too. but right now... you need rest. doctor’s orders, remember?”
he sighed, clearly irritated, but he didn’t try to argue anymore. already losing the fight to stay awake.
“i love you, kats,” you whispered softly, stroking his hair.
“love you… so… so fuckin’ much…”
your heart melted at the words, at the honesty of them even though he was clearly still out of it. it wasn’t something he said often... not without a healthy dose of embarrassment anyway.
but at this moment? vulnerable and open in a way he rarely allowed…
it just made you love him more.
“i love you too, katsuki. more than anything.”
quick side note: i had so much fun writing this, hence how long this writing is ! him being needy is so fun to write ˶ˊᜊˋ˶
i really hope you guys enjoyed this ᐢᴗ͈ ᴗ͈ᐢꕀ♡
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