#( he tries to keep it to himself but y'all are crazy :pensive: )

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Switch: The Other Side Pt 10

An: I wish y'all knew what I was going through for this 😭 but it's finally here before the end of the year. The end of my very first fanfic. Whew! It was an undertaking for sure. Crazy that it's actually finished. I'm grateful for anyone who found it, reblogged it and read it all. Much much love and a happy new year to you all!

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Genre: Romance, fluff, angst, smut

Cw: 18+ (mdni), cuss words, hospital imagery, talks of cheating, sex stuff, p in v

Synopsis: Aged up Married Pro hero! Deku, Bakugo and Uraraka

The truth comes out

Katsuki slipped into the room and quietly shut the door behind him. He leaned against the door for a moment, strangely needing a moment to recover himself. It wasn’t just finding out what he just found out but it was seeing her again. He suddenly wanted to ask her everything. He hadn’t realized how much he really missed her until just then. He sighed.

“Katsuki?” Kami called him from the bed. She seemed a little drowsy but otherwise fine.

He approached her, pulling up the same chair Deku had occupied earlier. “Hey, Doll,” He reached out and ran his hand over her head. It felt strange to do. He wasn’t very affectionate but somehow he was trying to be comforting. Perhaps because their worlds were such a mess. “You feel better?”

She nodded slowly. “The doctor gave me drugs.”

He chuckled. “Good. I’m sorry I made you worry earlier.”

“No, no,” She tried to sit up. “I’m sorry I used my quirk on you. We promised we’d never and I-”

He waved a hand trying to calm her. “Don’t worry about it. I know why you did it. You were protecting the man you love.”

She fell silent, looking pensive.

“I know everything, Doll,” he told her softly.

He didn’t have enough time to process the tears that started to fall from her eyes. “Oh, Katsuki.” She whimpered. He’d never seen her so blubbery, it surprised him. She was also probably high on painkillers. “I didn’t think any of it was going to happen. I was bitter about you. I knew we were drifting apart, but when I heard what you’d said, I wasn’t even surprised. I think I was more bitter that you even found someone else to keep your attention while I was so lonely at that point. And Deku was…”

She trailed off, the look in her eyes getting dreamy. He could almost see it, as if she was replaying their whole relationship in her head, falling in love all over again.

He cleared his throat. “You don’t have to tell me, I know what he’s like.” He chuckled.

She sighed. “I’m sorry.”

“I’m sorry I didn’t handle things better. I could’ve made better decisions. Ochaco wasn’t happy with me at times either-”

“Wait,” She sat all the way up, looking more alert. “So it is Ochaco.”

“Oh,” The color in his cheeks started to match that of his eyes. “Yeah.”

“I knew it,” she muttered more to herself. “Tell me about it. About her.”

He was skeptical. “You really want to know?”

She thought about it and shrugged. “Maybe not in graphic detail but I want to know how she stole your heart.”

Shock made him flinch. “Who said she stole my-”

“Katsuki, please, I know you. I’m one of the few people that does. Just tell me. What’s she like in private?”

He sighed, and silently vowed he’d never admit how happy he was to be able to tell someone about her. “Well, she’s stubborn. A spitfire, not unlike yourself, but you’re like a simmering blue fire. She’s almost out of control, in the best way. She surprises me a lot. Sometimes she’s sloppy and too sweet and then she’s ashamed of it but I like everything about-” He paused, realizing how much he was saying and sighed. “It doesn’t matter though.”

Kami had laid back down on her side to look at him and pulled her blanket up to her chin. “Why not?”

He sighed. “What do you mean why? It’s not like we can have a life together. Plus, we argued because of me. We haven’t talked in so long.”

“Do you miss her?” Kami spoke around a yawn.

Did he miss her? He knew he did. There was no denying it. But he wasn’t the person he used to be. Their time apart helped him put some things in perspective. He couldn’t always have his way. For some people, sacrifices were worth it. His feelings had taken a hit but did that mean the whole relationship had to be thrown away? That was if she missed him too. Did she miss him? She never reached out but that wasn’t her fault. She was way more in control of her feelings than he was. When had she taken up so much space in his mind, in his life? Was he…in love with her?

He flinched when he heard Kami snoring. He’d been in his head so long, she’d fallen asleep. He was grateful but embarrassed anyway. His cheeks burned. There was very little he was afraid of. Villains and monsters alike he could take on any time. Facing his feelings? He was fucked.

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He quietly closed the door behind him and he saw Deku waiting alone where he left him. When they looked at each other, Deku hopped up right away. Katsuki raised his hands. “Down boy, she’s asleep.”

Deku had the decency to look embarrassed. “Sorry. I should probably be less obvious, huh?”

Katsuki shrugged. He was drained and distracted. Something about what Deku said sounded right. They scared off the reporters and paparazzi when Kami had first been admitted to the hospital but someone could be desperate enough to sell the gossip of their melodrama. “Right,” He nodded. But even knowing that, his mind was still elsewhere. “Is Ochaco still here?”

Deku shook his head. “She headed on home.” Katsuki nodded in response, deflating a bit. “But give her a call. You can probably go by.” Deku supplied. Katsuki finally focused in on his friend, perhaps his closest friend. His friend that he betrayed that still wanted to help him for some reason. It had always been like this for them. Katsuki aiming to bring Deku down but Deku always sticking by his side. Katsuki knew that Deku may never know what his friendship meant to him, to someone who always found it so hard to be understood and liked. Deku did it anyway. Stayed and stood by him anyway. Listened anyway. He was overwhelmed with the revelation yet again, because it wasn’t the first time he thought it and it probably wouldn’t be the last. He didn’t know if he’d ever be the friend he deserved but he’d want to try anyway. His feelings clogged his throat and as much as he wanted to express even a fraction of what he thought, he only touched Deku on the shoulder and said, “Thanks.”

Deku smiled at him anyway, no malice in sight, before he retreated into Kami’s hospital room.

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Katsuki was very rarely unsure of himself. But as he sat outside of Deku and Ochaco’s home, he wrung the steering wheel trying to navigate the feeling of uncertainty. He did call and she did say he could come by and now he was stuck trying to swallow his pride around the lump in his throat that didn’t want to go away. He knew he’d have to apologize and he was never good at that. She was good at bringing his feelings to the surface, another thing he would have to deal with seeing her again. That was nerve wracking. He was so caught up, he jumped when his phone rang. It was her.

“Katsuki? Is everything okay?” He heard how concerned she was and it made his heart swell nearly painfully.

He swallowed before he spoke. “Yeah, yeah. Um, I’m outside.”

“Yeah, I see your car.” He knew she wasn’t teasing him or anything but he was infinitely more embarrassed to consider that she might’ve been watching him panic from her window. Jesus Christ.

“Right, right. I’m coming.” He hung up before she could answer and left his car before he lost his nerve.

She was already there waiting for him and he didn’t meet her eye as he side-stepped her into the cottage style home. He’d only been there a handful of times in the soft and welcoming space. It had Deku written all over it. He didn’t quite think of Ochaco being here. She was certainly soft in some ways but she had more rough edges than people knew. He fell onto one of their soft teal couches and felt it pull him down. He struggled against the too soft cushions to stay more upright.

Ochaco ignored his struggle as she stood near him. “Can I get you anything?”

“Water,” He demanded, although he knew he probably wouldn’t even drink it. He just wanted a moment to get his thoughts straight.

She came back rather quickly and handed him his glass while she sat with her own on the opposite end of the same couch. She took a gulp before she spoke. “I’m glad Kami is alright.” She sounded tense, like she didn’t know what else to say.

“I am too.” He said because he was in the same boat.

She sat her glass down on a coaster and started to wring her hands. “Deku told me how…how he’s in love with her.”

He nodded. “Interesting how that would happen from what we did,” he mumbled.

“Right.”

It was uncomfortably silent and he couldn’t deal with that.

His jaw tightened as he faced her. “Ochaco, I’m sorry” The words felt funny in his mouth but he pushed forward. “I’m not good at apologies but bear with me.” She stared, stunned and waiting. “I think I overreacted the last time I saw you. And I know it was because I was hurt. I didn’t know how to talk to you about it. I didn’t even think I cared about kids that much until you told me what you did. But it felt like you erased something huge. Like you got rid of the possibility of…” he paused, his mouth dry. He remembered his water, taking a hearty sip. He hoped his face would cool off as if that would ease his discomfort but the whole ordeal was pumping blood straight to his head. When her hand touched his, a light shiver traced down his spine. He looked at her and she looked back with encouragement and determination. He found whatever he needed there and took a breath before he spoke again. “I wanted you more than I thought,” he muttered.

She inhaled and held it. “Somewhere along the way, you got under my skin and I…didn’t want to believe it.”

She exhaled. “I feel the same way,” She said and began to ramble. “Katsuki, finding out I was pregnant was terrifying. Everything was so uncertain and I panicked. But I remember how sad I was. All I wanted to do was call you and be with you and have you tell me everything was going to be okay but I couldn’t do any of that. And I just acted because I needed to. And I don’t regret it because I don’t think it would have been right. I can still be sad about it. And I can still think about what it means. And I can still miss you all the time. And hope that you miss me and that you feel the same way I do and-”

“How do you feel about me?” His brows came together in uncertainty.

She only looked at him for a moment with her mouth agape as her face grew pink. “Um…I have feelings for you,” she nearly whispered.

He pulled his lips into his mouth as he nodded.

His response made her uncomfortable. She went on speaking. “I know you probably don’t feel the same but I-”

“Don’t.” He commanded, shutting his eyes.

“Don’t? Don’t what?”

“Don’t assume how I feel.” He opened his eyes and looked sharply at her.

“Oh. Then how do you feel?”

He sighed. “I like you,” he stated. “I like how ridiculous you are. You make me laugh and you excite me and I think about you and I miss you and, god dammit, you’re annoying.” He laughed. “But I want to wake up to you and know everything about you. I suck at this relationship shit clearly but I want to be worth it for you.”

Her hand was covering her mouth and her eyes looked glassy. “Are we gonna try and do this?” She mumbled.

He shrugged helplessly. “What else can we do? It’s not like we’re staying away from each other.”

“Do you really mean that?”

The worry in her voice almost made him answer sarcastically but the look on her face stopped him. She looked nervous and tense like she was waiting for something solid to finally rest her hopes on. He shifted towards her on the couch and reached out to wrap a hand around the back of her neck. His lips touched her as a promise. A sweet confirmation of his feelings. He pulled back briefly to rest his forehead against hers. “Yes, princess. I mean it.”

She leaned into him, her trembling lips pressing firmly against his. The hand on the back of her neck acted as an anchor, keeping her attached to him as he matched her hunger. He didn’t let go of her as he shifted her back against the arm of the couch. He maneuvered in between her legs, resting snuggly in one of his favorite places. He rutted up against her, causing a moan to escape her throat. He kissed her harder, reveling in every little response. The noises she made, the way her hips moved, her fingers sliding into his hair.

“Katsuki,” she muttered around his lips. He was pleased to hear his name again but he couldn’t be bothered to answer. Not now, not when he was back where he belonged. But she continued. “Katsuki, I’m hot, please take something off of me.” Now, that he could do. Without an auditory response, he lifted just enough for them to pull her [pants] off of her. With less friction, they both moaned as he slid against her again. She shuddered beneath him. Even as they grinded into each other, Katuski found himself content to only stay attached to her lips, their fingers in the other’s hair and ask for nothing more but Ochaco had other plans. “Katsuki,”she muttered again. “I missed you. I missed all of you. Please, please let me feel more of you.”

Finally he sighed as he leaned away from her. “Fuck, Doll, you make it hard to be good.” He chuckled.

“I could say the same to you.” He could see the lust darkening her eyes as she wiggled against him. He truly couldn’t resist when she did that. When she showed him she wanted it just as bad as he did, wanted him just as bad. In their everyday lives, she always acted so independent and she loved to prove how she didn’t need anyone. She wasn’t so prideful that she never asked for help but she liked to see how far she could get alone. When she knew she wanted him to do what only he could, he was the one swelling with pride. But he had to admit, even though he was so…swollen, a nagging fear made him stall and tease her.

He sat back on his knees. “You sure you don’t want me just for my body, Princess?” He framed it as a joke, delivered it like one. But somehow she saw through it and saw what he needed.

“Katsuki,” she ran a finger down his throat. “I want everything you want to give me. Your body, your time, your…,” she looked away, her already pink cheeks flushing even darker.

His eyebrow peaked and pulled back even farther. “My…?”

He could see her brace herself as she shifted her eyes back to his. “Your love.”

He moved automatically, pulling her up on her knees with him. He pulled her close to kiss but he didn’t just yet. “You want my love, princess?” His lips grazed hers as he spoke.

“Yes-” He cut her off with a hard kiss but she had more to say. “Yes, I fucking want your love.” It was like opening the floodgates for the both of them. Her words spilled over the desperate kisses he was giving her. “I want you to love me and I want to love you and I want forever-” she yelped when he lifted her swiftly and set her on the arm of the couch. He laughed as he pushed her thighs open.

“Forever? With me?” He laughed like it was ridiculous. “That’s a long fucking time, Princess. You really want to be annoyed that long?” He lowered himself onto his hands in front of her, pinching the damp material of her underwear.

She laughed with him. “Yes, and it’ll be okay because-” She gasped as his mouth connected greedily with her already wet slit.

He pulled away even though it killed him to do it. “Because…?” He ran a finger between her lips as he waited.

She giggled, her breath catching. “It’ll be okay because I know I’m gonna annoy you, too.” She moaned loud as he dove back into her with his tongue. It pleased him to no end to hear what she said and he would make sure to give her that same pleasure back. He was smiling against her as his tongue and fingers worked together to make her pant.

She gripped his hair hard. “Fuck, I’m already so close.”

Me, too, he thought. But he wasn’t going to come like she was. His heart was full. Terribly, uncomfortably full. He hated it but couldn’t deny it, couldn’t run from it anymore. Wouldn’t run from it. He wasn’t letting this go. He slid another finger in and plunged deeper as her words turned over in his mind again. I want you to love me and I want to love you and I want forever. Fuck.

Before he knew, she was tightening and shuddering and losing her voice. She curled forward and he lifted up to catch her and pull her down like a body slam onto the couch under him. “Need a minute?” He asked even though he didn’t want to give her one.

She shook her head slowly. “I’ll catch up.”

His veins were thrumming with the blood pumping towards his cock. She couldn’t be more perfect for him. He only shimmied his pants down far enough to release himself. This wasn’t going to take long at all and he didn’t even care. He was going to get to do this forever. He slid into her to the hilt with one thrust and his breath caught as he readjusted to her. He couldn’t move, could barely breathe, surrounded by her wet, tight, heat. Initially, she’d tensed when he entered her but once she was reacquainted with him, her body relaxed, her thighs falling open even farther to accommodate him. That was even worse.

“Ochaco, babydoll, I can’t give you my best right now.” He shook his head.

She grinned, reaching up to his face. “That’s okay, I know you’ll make it up to me later. Plus, I’m pretty sure you just sent me to nirvana with that orgasm just now.”

“Good, because I don’t know how many pumps you’re about to get out of me.”

“That’s okay, let go. Feel amazing for me, with me,” She looked incredibly sated and sleepy and he nodded as he finally, finally, moved his hips. He started groaning, his eyes shutting, as his pleasure went from 0 to 100 real quick. He was tingling in his toes and fingertips and siphoning air as he pumped faster. His release slammed into him like a linebacker and grunted forcefully, hips snapping a few more times before he stilled again. When he came back down, he peeked down at her.

She was grinning, looking like the picture of happiness. He smirked and kissed her forehead. “Are you okay?”

“Perfect.”

He realized something. “Shit, I came inside of you again.” He tensed.

“It’s okay. I’m on birth control this time.” She laughed. “But…even if I wasn’t…I think it would be okay anyway.”

He had no words to express what his heart did in response to that. “You don’t have to say that for my benefit.”

She tilted her head thoughtfully. “I’m not. I’m not ready to be a parent but I’m also not ready to let you go so…” she shrugged.

He kissed her then so she couldn’t see the wetness of his eyes. “Good, me neither.” He muttered into the crook of her neck. “And I’ll make sure I don’t have to.”