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8pm & you …
sleepy pro hero boyfriend who keeps a perfect schedule & a girlfriend who never follows it.
somnophilia if you squint again lol …
timeskip pro hero bakugo x fem!reader nsfw !!
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you weren’t supposed to still be awake.
katsuki’s told you that— every night, actually. same lecture, same scowl, same rough little hand on your lower back pushing you toward bed like you’re a stubborn cat instead of his girlfriend.
but tonight his routine’s thrown off.
it’s wayyy past eight, his self-imposed bedtime, and he’s still sitting at his desk— broad back lit gold by the cheap desk lamp, laptop open, hero reports pulled up. shirt off, hair damp from his too-quick of a shower, and his are shoulders tense. he’s breathing slow in that tired way he gets when he’s one inch from falling asleep but refuses to admit it.
he didn’t even hear you come in, which is odd cause he notices everything.
you linger in the doorway, watching him rub his eyes with the heel of his hand, jaw clenching each time his head droops a little too low. he catches himself just before drifting off, muttering something you can’t hear.
you bite your lip, because something about him like this… exhausted, seemingly soft, still trying to be in charge— does something warm and stupid to your stomach.
you shouldn’t find him this pretty half-asleep, but you do— especially when he’s fighting it.
you pad over quietly, stopping a few feet behind him, “katsuki,” you whisper.
he flinches. just barely. then he sighs, annoyed at himself for reacting. “you’re supposed to be asleep,” he rasps without turning. voice rough and a bit deeper when he’s tired, “told you that an hour ago.”
“and you’re supposed to follow your own rules,” you shoot back, arms crossing.
he finally looks over his shoulder at you— eyes low, heavy, and irritated. a slow blink, like he’s forcing himself awake to scold you properly.
“just go to bed. m’finishing this.” he mutters.
you come up behind his chair, resting your chin on the top of his head, and he groans.
you can feel the heat from his skin, the tension lingering in his shoulders. “you’re literally falling asleep right here,” you say. “you keep nodding off like an old man watching tv.”
“no i’m not—” he starts, then cuts himself off when his eyelids flutter in real time. he sits up straighter immediately, pretending it didn’t happen.
you laugh and he kicks back lightly at your shin in retaliation. even that feels slower, slower than usual.
“go to bed,” he repeats, voice dragging now. “i mean it.”
“then come with me.”
his shoulders tense, his fingers slow over the keyboard. “can’t,” he mutters. “i gotta finish this report. s’late.”
“exactly,” you say. “you’re strict as hell with me, but when i tell you to rest— suddenly it doesn’t matter?”
he grunts, annoyed because you’re right.
you see the thought hit him— the hypocrisy and the way his jaw twitches in response.
“you don’t listen anyway,” he mutters. “always stayin’ up doin’ random shit. no wonder you’re tired all the time.”
“then teach me to listen,” you say softly.
he goes still, really still. then slowly, he turns in his chair to face you— eyes low, drowsy, dangerous in that familiar, comforting way that makes your stomach flip. his fingers curl against the desk edge, like he’s stopping himself from reaching for you.
“…you’re doing that tone,” he mutters. “the brat one.”
“you like the brat one.” you grin, teasingly.
he tilts his head, studying you through half-lidded eyes. he looks exhausted enough to collapse, but his voice drops anyway. “don’t play with me when m’this tired.”
“i’m not playin’,” you brush your fingers over his shoulder— warm skin, tense muscle, and he shivers.
his head dips the tiniest bit toward your touch before he catches himself.
“just saying,” you add quietly, “if you really want me on a schedule like yours… you’d have to show me how to settle down.”
his breath stutters and you see it, the shift. the moment his exhaustion mixes with something else. suddenly— “get over here,” he murmurs.
you step between his knees and he spreads them for you without thinking, his common manspread.
your heart jumps as you feel his eyes drag up your body— slow, hungry, too tired to pretend otherwise.
“you’d better fix that tone,” he warns, grabbing your wrist, pulling you closer until your knees hit the desk. “keep talkin’ like that and—” his words cut off when his head tips forward onto your stomach, forehead resting against you.
a tired groan leaves him— muffled, warm, vulnerable.
something about it knocks the breath right out of you and your hand automatically slides into his hair. “you okay?” you whisper.
“’m fine,” he mutters, voice deep and slurred with sleep. “just… tired.”
there’s a beat, then another.
then his hand drags slowly up your thigh.
“you always get like this at night…” you whisper as you feel yourself getting flustered.
“like what?”
“clingy.”
he scoffs into your shirt, “shut up.” but he doesn’t pull away. if anything, he pulls you closer, arms wrapping around your waist so he can rest against you more comfortably. his cheek presses lightly against your stomach.
“katsuki…” your voice wavers. “you sure you’re not… y’know…”
he huffs, the sound warm against your skin. “if i wanted somethin’ from you,” he says low, “you’d already know.”
your stomach flips once again and he opens his eyes just enough to look up at you— drowsy, unfocused, hungry in a way that makes your knees go weak.
and then oh so slowly— he lets his hands slide lower.
“don’t start anything you can’t finish,” he says, almost a whisper, “’cause i’m tired enough to take whatever you give me.”
you swallow hard, and your face burns, you weren’t expecting honesty like that— not from him, not when he’s this worn out. it makes something twist low in your stomach, something warm, reckless, and stupidly tender.
“katsuki…” you murmur, barely above a whisper.
“what?” he mutters, head still against your stomach, voice thick with sleep. “spit it out.”
you open your mouth, but he tightens his grip around your waist— not harshly, just grounding, like he’s anchoring himself using you.
“c’mere,” he says again, quieter this time.
you bend down instinctively, your hands bracing on the arms of his chair as your face gets closer to his. he smells like his body wash and the clean cotton of your shared sheets. like warmth, like someone who’s been fighting sleep for an hour.
he tilts his chin up to look at you, eyes half-lidded and flushed at the corners.
you feel his hand slide up the back of your thigh again, slower this time, like he’s memorizing you through fatigue.
“sit with me,” he says, tugging your hip lightly. “jus’— here.”
you let him pull you into his lap, sideways at first, then straddling him when he adjusts his legs automatically to make room for you. he groans softly when your weight settles on him, hands coming up to hold your waist.
“you good?”
“mm,” he hums— a sleepy, warm sound. “you’re comfy.”
you press your palms to his shoulders, brushing a thumb over a faint scar. he shivers under your touch like he’s been holding tension all day and you’re finally giving him permission to finally let go.
his head tips back against the chair, eyes drinking you in with that heavy, desperate look you only see when he’s too tired to hide anything.
“y’know,” he says quietly, “if you actually listened to me— and went t’bed when you were supposed to… i wouldn’t worry so damn much.”
your cheeks heat at his glare, “i..i don’t do it on purpose.”
“yeah you do.” his hands slide slowly up your sides, fingers tracing the hem of your shirt. “but it’s fine. i’ll fix it.”
“fix me?”
“fix your schedule,” he mutters, eyes closing for a second as he leans into your touch. then, lower, “fix ya later.”
the way he says it— so suggestive and totally unfiltered, it makes your breath hitch. your thighs tighten around him and immediately, his eyes flutter open.
“don’t do that,” he murmurs.
“do what?” you ask, voice soft but shaky.
“act nervous now,” he whispers, thumb brushing the inside of your knee. “you come in here, teasin’ me, then get shy when i pay attention.”
you swallow, pulse fluttering.
“i..i’m not shy.”
“yeah ya are,” he croons, the tired rasp in his voice making it even softer, “but it’s cute.”
your fingertips drag along his jaw. he leans into it, surprising you— katsuki bakugo, leaning into someone’s touch.
“you gonna fall asleep on me?” you tease gently.
“not if you keep lookin’ at me like that.” his voice dips, barely audible. “not if you’re sittin’ here.”
his hands settle on your hips— warm, steady, a little possessive.
then his eyelids flutter again.
you watch him fight it, jaw clenching, brows furrowing, like sleeping is the one battle he refuses to lose in front of you.
“bakugo…” you whisper, brushing a stray piece of hair off his forehead. “come to bed.”
“not done,” he mutters stubbornly.
“you’re literally asleep right now.”
“no m’not,” he grumbles, then proves himself wrong when he nuzzles against your chest for a second too long, breath warm through your shirt.
you freeze as his arms wrap around your waist again— slowly and instinctively.
“…katsuki?” you whisper.
“mm.”
“are you— cuddling me?”
“shut up,” he mumbles directly into your skin. “you’re warm.”
your cheeks heat so fast it almost hurts.
he exhales slowly, breath dragging across your collarbone.
“you’re doin’ that nervous breathing again,” he mutters.
“because you— you can’t just—”
“you said you wanted me to teach you,” he interrupts softly, tilting his head just enough to meet your eyes. “this is part of it.”
you blink. “part of what?”
his thumb presses into your hip, “settlin’ down,” he says, voice a little slurred. “lettin’ me hold ya. lettin’ me… take care of you...”
your heart stumbles.
he shifts under you— not grinding, not intentional, just restless. then his fingers brush under your shirt, barely there.
“kats…”
he looks up at you… slow, heavy, hungry in the softest, sleepiest way.
“if you want me t’keep goin’,” he says, voice low and honest, “you gotta tell me.”
your breath catches, “tell you… what?”
“that you want it,” he murmurs. “want me.”
your stomach flips violently and you nod before you can stop yourself.
“i… do,” you whisper.
his eyes darken just a fraction— exhaustion mixing with something deeper.
“then c’mere,” he whispers, pulling you closer by your waist until your forehead meets his. “and let me help you settle down.”
your pulse trips as his hands slide lower, your breath shakes.
katsuki moves like all the restraint in his body snaps at once— one hand coming up to cup the back of your neck, the other holding your waist steady as he drags your mouth down to his.
the kiss hits hard, not slow, nor gentle— but hungry and messy.
you gasp into him and he growls, an actual low sound in his chest before kissing you deeper, his thumb brushing your jaw to tilt your head exactly how he wants it.
“kats—” you try to breathe, but he chases your lips again, catching them in another kiss that steals the rest of your words.
“you shouldn’t’ve come over here, and just went the fuck to sleep like i told you to,” he mutters against your mouth, already kissing you again. “i was bein’ so good.”
you whine softly when his fingers slide into your hair.
he groans— full-bodied, tired, needy.
“fuck— don’t make that noise,” he breathes, forehead pressing to yours. “i’m too damn tired to play nice with you tonight.”
“then don’t,” you whisper.
his inhale stutters, you feel it against your lips and then he’s kissing you again— deeper this time, slower but somehow more desperate, like he’s savoring and devouring you at the same time.
his hands roam up your back, gripping, pulling, guiding, taking over without asking.
he’s tired— you can feel it in the way he leans into you, the heaviness in his breaths— but he’s still katsuki, still sharp, still in control even half-asleep and when he finally breaks the kiss, his mouth drags along your jaw, then to your neck, warm breaths sending chills down your spine.
“get in the bed,” he murmurs, voice low, ruined, like he’s seconds from losing the last of his patience.
your pulse jumps, “but—”
“now,” he says, grabbing your chin so you look right at him.
your legs feel weak as you slide off his lap, his fingertips trailing your waist as you step back.
his eyes follow you— slow, heavy, burning in that desperate way he only gets when he’s exhausted enough to let the truth show.
he watches you intently as you climb into the bed, his gaze heavy lidded and dark with desire. you can see the exhaustion weighing on him, but there's a hungry glint in his eyes that sends shivers down your spine.
"take off your clothes," he commands gruffly, voice rough from lack of sleep and too much shouting.
your fingers tremble slightly as you reach for the hem of your shirt, slowly pulling it up and over your head. his eyes follow the movement hungrily, drinking in every inch of newly exposed skin, you unclasp your bra next, letting all away to reveal your breasts to his heated gaze.
"pants too," he growls when you hesitate. "i wanna see all of you.”
you hook your thumbs into the waistband of your leggings and shimmy them down over your hips, kicking them aside.
he approaches you, crawling onto the mattress and reaching down to grab your hips, going down to kiss on your neck, lifting your leg around his slim waist. you feel the hard erection pressing against your cooch through the fabric of his sweatpants, and he groans feeling your wetness, digging his fingers into your hips hard enough to bruise, “hah, so wet for me.. already?” he murmurs.
“i.. i can’t help it,” you breathe out, arching into his touch as he grinds against you. “not when you touch me like this..”
your hands roam over his broad shoulders and down the sculpted muscles of his back, feeling the way they flex and tense beneath your fingertips. you want to explore every inch of him, to map out the planes of his body with your lips and tongue until he's trembling with need, but right now, all you can focus on is the delicious friction building between your thighs as he rocks against you.
the thin fabric of his sweatpants does little to dull the sensation of his hard length rubbing against your sensitive cooch.
"oh please, kats," you whimper needily, tilting your hips up in a silent plea for more. "i need to feel you inside me."
he groans at your words, one hand coming up to tangle in your hair while the other slides between your bodies to push aside the crotch of his pants. his dick springs free, hot and heavy against your stomach as he positions himself at your entrance
"so damn needy, always wanting more," he murmurs gruffly, nipping at your bottom lip before soothing it with his tongue.
his words are tinged with affection even as they carry a hint of exasperation. you've always been this way— greedy for his touch, hungry for the pleasure only he can give you.
he lines himself up with your entrance, the head of his dick nudging against you.
you whimper needily at the contact, hips lifting off the bed in an attempt to draw him inside.
"so impatient," he chuckles genuinely, one hand coming down to grip your hip tightly enough to bruise. "i haven't even started yet."
with agonizing slowness, he begins to push forward— inch by delicious inch until you're stretched wide around him, your inner walls fluttering and clenching as they struggle to accommodate his girth.
"f..fuck," he groans once he's fully sheathed inside you. "you always feel so— fuck- damn good."
his eyes flutter shut for a moment, savoring the sensation of being buried deep in your tight heat. when he opens them again, they're dark with lust and something softer— an affection that makes your heart stutter in your chest.
he begins to move then, pulling out until just the tip remains before thrusting back in with a low groan. “mm~ k..katsuki!” you moan out, his pace is slow and steady at first, each deep stroke sending sparks of pleasure shooting up your spine.
"you take my dick so fuckin’ well," he praises gruffly, one hand sliding up your side to cup the heavy weight of your breast.
his thumb brushes over your nipple as he speaks, teasing the sensitive peak until it's hard and aching for more. you arch into his touch with a breathy moan, nails digging into his shoulders as you try to pull him closer.
"that's it," he encourages darkly. "let me hear how much ya want this."
he picks up the pace then, hips snapping forward with increasing force as he drives into you again and again. the headboard slams against the wall with each powerful thrust, the obscene sound filling the room along with your needy cries.
"shh," he then demands when your moans begin to fade into whimpers. "you sound so pretty, but i have a headache since ya wanna keep me awake."
his words send a thrill of embarrassment and arousal through you, cheeks flushing hotly even as your body responds with eager obedience. you cry out his name, back arching off the bed as he hits that perfect spot inside you.
"mmm— fuck," he groans at the sound, hips stuttering briefly before redoubling their efforts. "you're so close already aren't you? damn brat, i can feel it.”
he leans down then, capturing one nipple between his teeth and biting down just hard enough to make you gasp. his hand slides between your bodies next, fingers finding your clit and rubbing firm circles over the sensitive bundle of nerves.
"c’mon, cum for me," he commands roughly against your skin. "now."
your orgasm crashes over you like a wave at his words, pleasure exploding through every nerve ending until all you can do is scream his name and cling to him desperately. he follows soon after with a guttural groan, spilling himself deep inside you as his hips jerk erratically.
in the aftermath, he collapses against you... heavy and sated and so very tired. you can feel the exhaustion weighing on him as he nuzzles into your neck, breaths slowly evening out as sleep begins to claim him.
"fuckin’ love you, but you need to learn how to listen" he mumbles drowsily before drifting off completely, one arm wrapped possessively around your waist.
“i..i love you too katsuki..” you murmur drowsily, dozing off right with him.