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I sleep like the dead. When I wake up, at first I think last night is another dream about Bakugou’s mouth, a not infrequent occurrence.
But the dirty cloths are still waiting for me to clean them up and his number is still written on my fridge.
I text him, telling him he better have not gotten more hurt, but I don’t expect a response anytime soon.
Night shifts are brutal when you’re used to going to bed at 8pm.
I don’t get a response to my text until mid afternoon, and he ignores my question, instead asking me if I’ve eaten.
I tell him that I haven’t, but I’m on call, and he says he’ll bring food over.
I hope he’s cooking.
I spend some time getting ready. Even though
I’ve got to wear my hero suit, my makeup can still be cute.
And my underwear.
I’m unreasonably nervous as the time he said he’d be here approaches, but he doesn’t keep me waiting.
He’s early, as I expected.
He’s wearing the sleeveless version of his hero suit, and damn he looks good.
“See something ya like, princess?” He teases, coming in and setting down a duffle bag I hadn’t noticed.
“Hi, what’s that?” I ask, locking the door behind him and ignoring his question.
“You’re not the only one on call,” he says, pushing a couple bento boxes, one pink and one black, into my hand- so he did cook, fuck yes- so he can untie his shoes.
“The glamourous life of heroes,” I joke, continuing with “do you want to eat in the kitchen or living room?”
He shrugs, so I set everything in the living room.
He plops down next to me, shoving a gift bag in my hand before casually putting his arm around my shoulders.
“And it’s not even my birthday!” I say, laughing as I open the bag.
And then immediately blushing.
He’s given me all sorts of different kinds of panties.
Pure lace ones, thongs, some boy shorts, and even a weird pair that seemed to be made of pearls.
I give him an eyebrow raise and he leans in to whisper in my ear “it’s to tease that cute little clit when I finally get to take you out, make ya all desperate for me.”
I turn to hide my face in his shoulder, but he catches my face with his hand and kisses me.
I try to climb into his lap, but he stops me.
“You said ya hadn’t eaten, let’s eat before it gets cold,” he demands, shoving the pink bento into my hands.
“Katsu made by Katsu-kun,” I sing in a teasing way as I open it up and see the yummy chicken.
“Cut it out,” he grumbles as he knocks his knee into mine, but there’s no anger in his voice.
And he keeps his leg pressed to mine, which makes eating difficult.
He finishes first, barely, setting his bento on the table before wrapping his arm back around me, putting his other hand on my knee.
“Katsuki, I’m eating,” I complain, but it comes out as more of a whine.
“Not stopping ya, your mouth is still free. For now,” he whispers in my ear, starting to nibble on my neck.
“Yeah? You gonna let me pay you back and feed me dessert?” I tease, quickly finishing up my food and setting it next to his.
“You don’t owe me shit, but if you want it that bad I’ll give it to you,” he says, pulling me into his lap.
I lean in to kiss him, spreading my legs to try and press my crotch against his, but he winces and pulls away.
Before I can ask, he picks me up with one arm, effortlessly, using the other to shimmy his pants down..
“Not enough room in there?” I tease as he sets me back down, letting me wiggle back to my spot.
“Got protection built into them, so yeah,” he says, not letting me respond before he grabs the back of my neck and pulls me in for a kiss.
I grind against him, and he’s already hard, groaning into my mouth.
He slides his hands under the skirt of my hero costume, grabbing my ass and encouraging me to grind against him.
I’m hitting the perfect angle on my clit, sending stars across my vision, when both our phones ring.
“Fuck!” Katsuki yells, pulling out his phone and answering it as I do the same.
I climb off his lap as my assistant explains that there’s been a villain attack in the middle of the city and a lot of people are hurt.
I assume he’s being told the same as we both start getting our shoes and gear on.
“Dynamight is in the area, can you meet up with him to get you here faster?” They ask nervously.
“I’m with Dynamight,” I answer, glancing at him.
“I’ve got you,” he answers, already done with his call and pulling on his gauntlets.
I finish getting my shoes on and grab my go bag, slinging it over my back.
We get down the stairs in record time, and then he picks me up.
“Ready?” He asks, and as soon as I nod we’re airborne.
By the time everything is cleaned up- no one injured beyond my capabilities, thank the gods- I’m barely conscious.
“C’mon, Red Riot said he’d give us a ride,” Katsuki says, startling me from where I was almost asleep sitting on the curb.
He doesn’t bother offering a hand to help me up, he just bends down to pick me up.
I’m asleep before we make it to the car.
I vaguely process him carrying me back and trying to get me to wake up to change, but I just whine at him to do it.
And then I sleepily ask him to stay and he does.
~~
The next week is a pain because Recovery Girl is on vacation, so I’m filling in at UA.
Surely my classmates didn’t get hurt this much, did they?
That’s a lie, we were all idiots.
By the end of the week, I’m too tired to even order takeout, and I pass out on the couch.
Only to be shaken awake.
“Oi, princess, wake the hell up!” A gruff voice yells.
“Katsuki?” I say sleepily, sitting up to see his ruby eyes glaring at me.
“Who the hell else?” He grumbles, plopping down next to me and wrapping his arm around me.
Mina and Kirishima had a key as well, but they would have been nicer about waking me.
I lay on him, getting ready to fall back asleep, but he nudges me upright.
“No. Food first,” he growls, pushing a bowl into my hands.
“Yummy yummy tofu, thankies,” I say, digging into the food.
“No cutesy song this time?” He teases, digging into his own food with one hand, the other staying wrapped around me.
“Too tired,” I answer, and we eat in comfortable silence.
I finish before him this time, not even realizing how hungry I was.
I take the chance to curl up to him, cozy and safe, and the next thing I know he’s picking me up and carrying me to bed.
“Katsuki?” I whisper, still mostly asleep.
“Shh, ya passed out on me for awhile, but I gotta get to patrol,” he says back, pulling the blanket back with one hand while the other holds me tight.
“Sorry,” I say, curling up with a teddy bear I wish was him.
“Don’t be, I’ll come over earlier tomorrow,” he says, giving me a kiss.
I nod, and he tucks me in.
I don’t want him to go.
“Stay?” I ask softly as he’s turning to leave.
“Ya know I can’t this time, gotta keep your cute little ass safe,” he teases, but he comes back and gives me another kiss, sitting on the bed.
I pout, and he flicks my forehead.
He pulls his t-shirt off, throwing it over my head.
“There, so you can smell me. Brat,” he says fondly, before actually leaving my bedroom this time.
I fall asleep to the sounds of him changing into his hero costume and leaving for patrol.
~~~
Katsuki wakes up surprisingly early the next day, before I do even, but he goes to work out (those muscles are home grown) which gives me time to get ready before he comes over.
Which is good, because I wanted to surprise him with bras that went with the undies he gave me.
Not for him to wear, even though he had great tits for a guy, but for him to see me in.
I just barely manage to get home, put on the orange set, and throw a sundress over it all before I hear him opening the door.
I pounce on him, hoping to catch him off guard, but he catches me effortlessly.
God that’s hot.
“Miss me that much?” He teases, but he holds me tight to him and leans in for a kiss before I can answer.
He sets me down so he can lock the door and take his shoes off, and I take the opportunity to check him out.
He’s not in his hero suit today, instead opting for a tank top and sweats.
“See something ya like?” He says, leaning on the door and crossing his arms behind his head, and fuck, he’s got to be doing it on purpose.
I run my hands down his sides, making sure I touch the top and the sweats.
“You make these look good,” I say, before pulling on the straps of the top so his face is right near mine, within kissing distance, “but I think they’ll look better on my bedroom floor.”
It’s a cheesy line, but he kisses me again anyways, scooping me up again without breaking it.
He doesn’t hesitate, taking me directly to my room.
He sets me on the bed, breaking the kiss to stand between my legs, taking his top off and throwing it on the floor.
“So, does it look better on the floor?” He demands, putting his hands behind his head again in the same pose.
“The floor, definitely,” I answer immediately, not even pretending I’m looking at the shirt on the floor.
I get on my knees on the bed so I can touch him easier, running my hands all over his chest, following after with my tongue.
He indulges me for a bit, letting me explore before he reaches for the bottom of my dress, pulling it over my head.
“Damn, you got a matching bra to those cute little panties,” he says, shoving me back on the bed and climbing over me.
“Wanted to give you a treat~,” I say, wrapping my arms around his neck.
“Fuck, if anyone dares interrupt us this time im blasting ‘em,” he growls, kissing down my neck to my chest.
“Better not, I’m not on call,” I say breathily, squirming underneath him as his mouth finds my nipple through the lace.
I arch my back, pushing my tits further into his face, and he takes the opportunity to reach behind me and undo the bra.
I mean, ten minutes is a good wear time. At least he didn’t rip it.
“Your tits are fucking perfect, princess, just like I knew they would be,” he groans, switching to pay attention to the other nipple.
His thigh is between mine, so I take the opportunity to grind against it, needing some relief from the desperation.
He keeps playing with them, like he can’t get enough.
I feel his cock against my hip, and he’s so big and hard.
I want to feel him in my mouth, need to taste his cum.
“Katsuki, please, wanna taste you,” I moan, pulling his hair to bring his head away from my chest.
“Could spend all damn day worshiping you,” he says, smashing his lips into mine.
He licks my lips, demanding access to my mouth.
I give it to him, but I push on his shoulders- fucking nice shoulders- to get him to flip over.
He breaks the kiss to flip us, sitting me directly on top of his erection.
“This what ya wanted, baby? Need my dick that bad?” He teases, rolling his hips up into me.
“Not quite,” I gasp, moving so my legs are between his, kissing my way down his chest.
“Wanna taste your cum,” I finish, right as I get to his waistband.
“Hell yes, it’s all yours princess,” he groans, lifting his hips to help me take his pants and underwear down.
God, his cock is so fucking big. How’s that going to fit in me?
“You really walk around with this bad boy in your pants all day?” I ask, grabbing it with my hand and licking the pre-cum leaking from the tip.
He buries his hand in my hair with a groan.
“It’s a little smaller when it’s not hard,” he brags, and I can practically feel his ego growing from my reaction to him.
As if it needed the help.
I lick him from base to tip, curling my tongue around as much as I can to get him slick, because there’s no way all of this is fitting in my mouth.
His hand tightens in my hair, and he lets out a growl.
“Enough teasing,” he demands.
I smirk at him, wrapping my hand around his length, but I also wrap my lips around him as well.
“That’s my good girl, my cute little cock sucker,” he groans, pushing me down until he reaches the back of my throat.
I use my hand to stroke what I can’t fit, letting my saliva drip over him as much as I can.
He pulls me back up and then shoves me back down, and this time I move my hand and manage to swallow the rest of his length.
“Gods, you’re so damn perfect. Dreamed about that fucking mouth for years, and you’re even better than my best dreams. Got me so damn close already,” he groans, holding me down until I tap on his thigh and letting my hair go entirely to let me up.
Pulling back, I release his cock with a loud pop. I take a deep breath and then stick my tongue out, sliding him back into my mouth and easing him down my throat again.
With my tongue stuck out, I’m able to lick a little bit of his balls, though not as much as when I’d done this trick with smaller guys in the past.
“Fuck, fuck, fuck,” he curses, his hands tangling in my hair again.
He holds me in place, fucking up into my mouth several times before he shouts my name and I taste his cum.
Since he didn’t warn me, I swallow around him, knowing he’d be overstimulated.
“Damnit, woman,” he says, yanking me off of him roughly.
I giggle and give him a shit eating grin. Something darkens in his eyes and he yanks me up to him and smashes his lips into mine.
“I’m gonna make you regret that little stunt,” he promises after he breaks the kiss, lifting me by the waist with one arm and using the other to pull off my panties, throwing them somewhere.
I expect him to set me down, but instead he lifts me further, setting me on his face.
“Katsuki-“ I say shyly, trying to lift myself up from him.
I glance down at him, trying to say I’ve never done this, but he’s glaring up at me with the same intensity he uses in battle.
“Princess, you’re gonna sit on my damn face and I’m gonna make ya cream until you’re crying and if you say some shit about breaking me I’m going to blow you up,” he threatens, barely letting me nod before he uses the arm to force me to sit back down.
His tongue is on me immediately lapping up my wetness.
He sucks my clit into his mouth, hard, surprising me.
I’d expected him to tease, but instead he’s overwhelming me with pleasure.
As if to prove my point, he starts combining fast little kitten licks on my clit with his sucking, and gods he’s going to make me come undone so quickly it’s embarrassing.
“Katsuki,” I whimper, gripping the headboard to keep myself stable as I grind into his face.
He starts humming and it feels so fucking good I can’t even help myself as I cum against him.
But he doesn’t stop, continuing his assault on my clit, holding me down with one arm when I try to get away from him.
“Please, please, it’s too much-“ I whine, barely sure I’m making sense.
Instead of stopping, he slips two fingers inside me, finding my g-spot with a precision that’s scary, and I cum again, screaming his name this time.
He finally lets me up, laying me beside him, and I curl into his side.
He wraps his arms around me, stroking my back and gives me a kiss on the forehead.
We lay like that for a bit, and I draw little circles on his abs with my finger for a few minutes.
But then I notice he’s starting to stiffen up again, and I let my circles get lower and lower, until I’m brushing against the tip of his cock with each circle.
“Fucking tease,” he says with a groan, and he’s quickly fully hard.
“What, the big strong Dynamight can’t handle a little finger?” I tease, lifting one of my legs so it’s between his, and his is between mine.
I grind against him, and damn does his muscular thigh feel good.
“Brat,” he growls, quickly climbing on top of me, putting his knees between mine so I can’t grind against him.
I giggle at him, having gotten the response I wanted.
“Should shove my dick back down your throat to shut you the hell up,” he groans, sliding his fingers inside me quickly.
“Kissing me works too,” I reply, wrapping my arms around his neck, trying to pull him down.
He leans down, and I think he’s going to humor me, but he wraps his hand around my throat and stops a bit away from me instead.
“Naughty girls don’t get what they want,” he whispers in my ear, biting the skin below it.
“Then fuck the brat out of me,” I demand, trying to lift my hips up.
He bites me again in a different spot on my neck, spreading his fingers.
“Keep acting like this and I’ll edge you on my cock over and over until you’re crying, then cum all over that pretty face and leave ya all needy,” he threatens, releasing my throat and pulling his fingers out of me to sit back.
He covers his cock with my slick, moaning my name as he strokes himself.
“Don’t you wanna see me cum on your cock, Katsuki?” I whine, wrapping my legs around him and rubbing my cunt against his cock and his hand.
He leans over me with one hand pinning mine above my head, using the other to guide his cock inside me.
“This is cuz I wanna feel this tight pussy, not because you deserve it,” he says as his hips meet mine.
Oh fuck, he feels so damn good. He’s hitting my sensitive spots with each of his slow thrusts, and I’m seeing stars.
“Katsuki, more, faster, please,” I beg, trying to move my hips to encourage him to go faster.
“Mm, not sure if I should, maybe if ya say sorry and beg again,” he says, rolling his hips just right to hit my clit with his hips and my gspot in one thrust.
And any urge I might have to hold off, which was minimal since he slid inside me, completely disappears.
“I’m sorry, I’ll be good, please please please,” I say, practically crying from need.
“Knew I had a good girl in there,” he purrs, and he releases my hands to lean on his forearm, holding my hips down with his other hand.
Before I can beg more, he gives me a kiss.
“Hope you’re ready, princess, because I ain’t stopping till ya can’t walk,” he promises, and he doesn’t wait for an answer, pulling himself out all the way before slamming back in.
It all overwhelms me, and I’m so close to the best orgasm I’ve ever had.
“Please, I want to cum, please,” I whine, scratching my nails down his back.
“Fuck yes, cum on this fat cock, scream my damn name, let everyone know who owns this cunt,” he groans, not stopping or slowing down.
“Katsuki,” I scream, just like he told me to as I fall apart underneath him.
“Fuck, fuck, fuck,” he groans, and I can see a few tiny explosions around him as he pulls out of me and gives himself a couple strokes before finishing all over my stomach.
He rolls off the bed, heading towards the en suite.
He comes back quickly with a warm washcloth, wiping his cum off me before turning all the lights off.
He finally lays down, and I give him a kiss before laying on his chest.
“Love you,” I whisper, and he clutches me tighter.
“Love you too,” he mumbles into my hair.