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yaimlight · 1 year

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Rating: E 18+ (minors do not interact)

Pairing: Bakugou Katsuki x fem!reader

Summary: Katsuki's been jealous of yours and the half 'n' half's relationship since the get go but seeing the two of you out together like it's some sort of date finally pushes him over the edge, his temper finally getting the better of him. It probably wasn't his best idea to show up at your place, screaming blue bloody murder and trying to break your door down, just like it wasn't a good idea to threaten your nosy next door neighbour but Katsuki was desperate, already falling apart before he had even seen that murderous look in your eyes. He couldn't lose you, not to that two tone bastard.

A/N at bottom of post

Katsuki’s fist collided with the door with two loud bangs in quick succession causing it to rattle in its frame. He was probably using too much force, his anger getting the better of him, but he couldn’t help it. He was pissed off and he had never been good at keeping his anger in check at the best of times.

When he had decided to come over Katsuki had had every intention of apologising to you, of making things right because he knew he had been wrong to act the way he had. He had even managed to calm down to go get you flowers, scrutinising ever bunch or roses and tulips until he found one that he deemed good enough to give you. He had it all planned out, how he was going to hand them over with an apology that didn’t sound half asked and an explanation to his outburst. It would have been perfect, would have had you smiling and inviting him in with that coy look in your eyes, but Katsuki had made the mistake of looking at his phone, originally wanting to check the time but instead being greeted with his news feed and the latest gossip headline.

The photos of you and Todoroki had been everywhere, appearing quickly amongst the trashy gossip sites and fan run blogs. Each and every one of them saying the same thing, unknowing of what it was doing to Katsuki. He had just stood there on the street, rooted to the spot and staring down at your bright smile and amused eyes that were completely focused on the other man. Katsuki knew the restaurant you were in, had been saving up for months to be able to take you for your birthday but just like always that bloody half ‘n’ half bastard had gotten there first, proving once more that Katsuki just wasn’t enough when it came to you.

The two of you looked good together, what with you both leaning across the table, heads in close and looking way to intimate for two people who were supposed to just be friends. Todoroki was smiling fondly at you, his mismatched eyes soft and full of affection as you whispered something to him. You looked like a happy and perfect couple; caught in the middle of a romantic and sweet moment that you had thought was private. You looked like everything everyone expected of you, like everything Katsuki would never be.

Everything had come crashing back down on him then. Doubt and fear, panic and anger. They had swirled around inside his head, drowning out anything else and suffocating him. He had been unable to do anything others than stand there, staring at the photo and watching as comment after comment flashed up, each one saying how cute you looked together, what a lovely couple the two of you would make and insisting that you and the bastard had to already be in a relationship considering how close you seemed. Katsuki hadn’t been able to move, his body and mind going numb. Stupid. He had been so bloody stupid to think he could ever be enough for you, to believe he would ever fit into to the world you lead. He was just some street rat; a college drop out with a bad attitude and a criminal record. He wouldn’t ever be able to give you the life you deserved. He just wasn’t good enough.

Katsuki’s mind stuck on that, repeating it again and again. He wasn’t good enough, never had been. Ever since he was a snowy nosed brat Katsuki had been told that he wasn’t good enough, that he had to do better, push himself harder and even when he did those things it was never enough, ending right back at being told he wasn’t good enough and needed to do better. He had been stupid to think that things with you would have been any different.

Someone had slammed into his should, jostling Katsuki’s grip on his phone and reminding him that he was still stood in the middle of the street. Slowly he blinked down at his phone, his frown deepening as he thought about everything that had led him too here. This wasn’t his fault; he wasn’t the one off getting all cosy with another guy for everyone to see, looking all happy and carefree when you had been claiming heartache not three hours ago.

Shoving his phone back into his pocket Katsuki had carried on to your apartment, his anger growing with every step. He was angry at bastard Todoroki for acting like he had the right to do those kinds of things with you when he knew damned well that you were with Katsuki. He was also angry with all those extras that thought they had the right to decide who you should be with simply because they though you looked good together and had seen you solaces all over the society pages. Of course, Katsuki was angry with you as well for being so oblivious to what was happening and what it was doing to him but most of all Katsuki was angry at himself for being so weak. For letting this get under his skin. For not being able to handle his emotions and potentially ruining a perfectly good part of his life because that was where this was heading if he couldn’t get himself under control. This was going to ruin everything between the two of you if you both carried on this way, but Katsuki felt helpless to stop it, too caught up in his anger to think clearly and rationally.

By the time he had made it to your apartment his anger had fully taken over, his rage and indignation bubbling under his skin and just waiting for an outlet. He hadn’t even realised he had dropped the bouquet of flowers he had gotten you, not until he was outside your door and slamming his fist as hard as he could against the wood, the bunch of yellow roses and white tulips nowhere to be seen. Wherever they were they were probably ruined, trodden down into nothing under the uncaring feet of the worthless extras. Whatever, he didn’t care. It ain’t like he as in the mood to be giving you gifts anyway. Not right now at least.

When he got no answer Katsuki growled, slamming his fist harder against the door. “Open the fucking door Y/N,” Katsuki yelled, “I know you're in there!” His voice echoed back at him, bouncing off the corridor walls and making his rude demand sound even louder than it had been. There was still no answer though and, in his frustration, Katsuki kicked the door, his heavy-duty boot leaving a black scuff along the once clean and pristine white paint. It looked out of place, just like he did in your fancy ass apartment building, dressed in his street clothes and looking like a mad man. He had always felt out of place though, like you were slumming it with him with your designer clothes and disposable income that was more than he earned in a year at both his shitty jobs combined. He guessed the rest of the world would think the same to if they ever saw the two of you together. Would probably think he was your latest charity case, helping the scum of society make something of himself in society because you were a bleeding heart like that.

Before he could really start taking his anger out on the door it was yanked open and Katsuki was greeted with your angry glair. You had changed since your little outing with that Todoroki bastard, now in leggings and an oversized sweatshirt that was half hanging off one of your shoulders. You looked soft, comfortable even, well except for the almost murderous intent in your eyes and the clenched fists at your side that suggested you wanted to hit him. Katsuki kind of wished you would hit him, at least then he would have some kind of idea of how to react, how he was supposed to handle this whole messed up situation because if there was one thing Katsuki knew how to do it was fight. This emotional shit that required him to talk about his feelings and communicate clearly, he wasn’t so good at.

“What?” you snapped when he didn’t say anything, crossing your arms over your chest and standing up straight like you were trying to make yourself look as big and imposing as you could. It would have been funny, cute even, if Katsuki wasn’t so blinded by his anger. Snarling, Katsuki stepped forward, getting as close as he could without stepping through the doorway. “Let me in.” His voice was low and demanding, more a growl then his normal deep timber. You didn’t move though, the door remaining only half open and your body blocking the way. Your scowl deepened, lifting your head up slightly in defiance and practically daring him to do something about it. “Move,” he demanded from between clenched teeth. He was being rude, he knew that, but he was too far gone, the fragile hold he had on his anger having shattered the moment he looked at his phone and seen those stupid pictures of you and that half ‘n’ half bastard acting like the latest ‘it’ couple.

“No.” It was a simple answer, said with such finality that Katsuki was a little surprised you hadn’t tried to shut the door in his face. He would deserve it, he knew that, but it didn’t stop him practically growling at you and flashing his teeth like some sort of wild dog. “Why the hell not?” Katsuki was spiralling, forgetting every technique his therapist had taught him to stop this from happening but the more you refused to let him in the worse it got, his mind racing with all the reasons why you wouldn’t let him into the apartment. To him it seemed so obvious why, that bastard Todoroki having sensed a weakness in your relationship and swooping in to take advantage of it before Katsuki even had the chance to fix what had gone wrong. Katsuki would kill him, wring his scrawny little neck and make sure he knew in no uncertain terms that you were his and that he better leave well enough alone if he wanted to stay breathing.

“Oh, I don’t know, maybe it’s because I didn’t want to be anywhere near you right now.” Your harsh words stung, and they really should have helped him to calm down but all they seemed to do was stoke the fire of his anger making him want to lash out. He wasn’t the one in the wrong here, you were what with your sneaking around and play happy bloody couple with another man. Katsuki had every right to be angry and your piss poor attitude wasn’t going to change that.

“Let. Me. In.” Katsuki leant right in until his face was hardly an inch away from yours, his fists clenched at his sides and the words forced out from behind clenched teeth. “No,” came that infuriating simple answer again and Katsuki finally snapped, unable to hold himself back any longer. Crying out in anger and frustration Katsuki slammed his fist into the wall next to your door, the plasterboard cracking under the impact. Vaguely he was aware that he was causing criminal damage, that he was going to get you in trouble with the landlord and that if he didn’t get himself and the situation under control, he could very well find himself back in a cell and out of a job and an apartment. He just didn’t care right then. With every second that he spent denied entry his suspicion grew, eating away at the last fragile stings holding him in check. “Fucking move,” he yelled. You barely even registered his loud and aggressive outburst, unmoving and uncaring as he snarled at you. Katsuki lifted his hand with every intention of shoving you out his way so he could go beat the shit out that stuck up bastard but before he could even so much as get his hand on the door there was the unmistakable click of a lock being open, a door creaking loudly in the now quiet hall. Katsuki’s head snapped to the side; his eyes narrowed as someone stepped out into the hallway.

Your neighbour was a creep in Katsuki’s opinion, with his perfectly flat hair and square glasses, his crisp white shirts buttoned all the way up and tucked into his perfectly pressed black slacks. He was always around, always watching and waiting and it just got under Katsuki’s skin. He would have called the cops ages ago if he actually thought they would do something but knowing his luck it would somehow get all twisted round and he would be the one that got arrested, needing you to come bail him out. “The fuck you lookin’ at four eyes?” Katsuki spat the words out, sneering at the darker haired man and hoping he would just grumble about Katsuki being rude and shuffle off like always. He could see you stiffen out the corner of his eye, your fingers curling around the door and eyes narrowing. “Bakugou,” you hissed, voice low and full of warning. Katsuki froze, his veins filling with ice, his next shitty comment getting stuck in his throat.

That name. That one fucking word shattering his heart yet again. The two of you had argued over the year or so you had known one another, it was unavoidable considering his personality and your stubbornness, but never had you been that mad at him to be so formal, so distant and it hurt to feel you pulling away from him like that. you hadn’t even called him that at the beginning when you had barely known one another. It had always been blondie on dynamite or even gremlin until the two you had gotten closer at it had become Katsuki. It felt wrong to hear you use his family name now but maybe it was a sign that he had fucked up so badly you wouldn’t take him back this time.

The guy pursed his lips, his dark eyes narrowing. “Is everything alright?” His sharp and calculated eyes flickered between the two of you, though he could probably barely even see you around Katsuki. It felt like he was being appraised, the man’s distain for Katsuki’s behaviour and ripped jeans evident in the way he looked down his nose at him. Snarling Katsuki clenched his jaw, his hands balling up into fists at his side as he straightened up. Where did this loser get off, implying that you were anything other than safe with Katsuki. Yeah, he was pissed and hurt and all kinds of fucking desperate, but he would never raise a hand to you, never. He may be from the wrong side of the city and have a bit of a reputation for being a bully, but he wasn’t the kind of scum that would do that, no matter what people thought.

Your laugh echoed down the hall, the sound clearly forced as you leant around Katsuki and waved the other man’s concern off. “Sorry Iida-sama, everything’s fine,” you smiled, all trace of your previous anger gone. He supposed that was a perk of having to be camera ready all the time, you had learnt how to hide what you were really feeling quicker than a flash of a camera shutter. The creep frowned, eyes darting between the two of you but apparently believing your obviously forced cheer and taking a small step back into his darkened doorway with a stiff nod towards you.

“Now fuck off creep,” Katsuki muttered as he turned back to you, ready to carry on where you had left off before you had been interrupted. You were glaring at him, brows furrowed, and jaw clenched in a way that he knew meant he was in trouble. He wanted to lean forward and smooth the lines out with his fingers, trace them across your brow and down your cheeks until his thumb pressed against the corner of your mouth. He wanted to touch you, but he wasn’t sure that you wouldn’t punch him if he tried. Katsuki deserved it and he wouldn’t stop you if you tried, taking the hit like he had been paid to do it.

“Should I call the police?” The question hung in the air, your eyes widening and mouth falling open like you were going to say something, but words seemed to fail you as genuine panic filled your eyes. That was fine. Katsuki had more then enough for the two of you. Pushing away from the door Katsuki turned to fully face the other man, his hands curled into fists and glaring daggers. “The fuck did you just say?” Katsuki hissed as he took a step towards the other man. He knew what he looked like in his leather jacket and ripped jeans, his nail varnish chipped and his piercings glinting in the bright fluorescent lights in the hall. The stupid extra had the good sense to look scared, taking a step back and pulling his door partially closed like it could protect him from Katsuki beating the shit out of him. He supposed that made him just as bad as the nosey bastard thought he was and maybe he was but at least Katsuki hadn’t done anything yet, hadn’t actually laid a hand on the man. Five years ago and it would be a different story but Katsuki had at least managed to get a handle on his anger to the extent he didn’t lash out so much anymore. Though that didn’t mean Katsuki was above scaring the shit out of someone.

A hand curled tight around Katsuki’s arm, delicate fingers digging into his muscles and keeping him from taking another step towards the idiot who was clearly looking to get his ass handed to him. “No thank you Iida-sama. Everything’s fine, promise,” you rushed out, laughing nervously as you pulled Katsuki away from the other man. Quickly you spun on your heels and shoved Katsuki back, your hands pressing down on his chest and forcing him towards your apartment. Katsuki stumbled, tripping over his feet as you shoved him through the open door. He had barely made it through before you slammed the door closed, the loud bang echoing through the silence.

The two of you just stood there, neither one of you saying anything as you both tried to process what had just happened. Katsuki was lucky really, things could have gone so much worse and there was always the possibility that four eyed creep would still call the cops, wanting to press charges because Katsuki had threatened him. He would be screwed then, though he didn’t doubt that you would probably smooth things over, getting the weirdo to droop the charges as quickly as he had pressed them. Katsuki didn’t think he would ever be able to look at you again if that happened. Not that you could even look at him now anyway.

You had your back to him, head hanging forward and hands clenched at your sides. You were tense, the anger visible in every taunt line of muscle in your back and shoulders. Katsuki was angry to, his veins filled with it and making his body burn. He wanted an explanation as to why, out all the people you knew you had gone to that half and half bastard when you knew how Katsuki felt about him. He wanted to scream at you, to demand once again that you keep your distance from Todoroki bloody Shoto because you were his girl, Katsuki’s and he didn’t trust the stuck-up daddy’s boy as far as he could throw him. Katsuki wanted to rage about the whole fucked up situation you were in but most of all he wanted you to look at him, to see what this was doing to him, to your relationship, and understand what he struggled to say.

Gritting his jaw Katsuki reached out towards you planning on grabbing your shoulder and making you look at him. As if you could sense his intentions though you spun round before his fingers could even brush your shoulder, knock his hand away and glaring at Katsuki with a burning anger in your eyes that he had never seen before “What is wrong with you?” you hissed. Scowling Katsuki jerked back, waving his outstretched hand in the general direction of the door as he snapped back at you. “Me? What the fuck’s wrong with your shitty stalker?” He was being loud, the asshole probably still able to hear him but Katsuki couldn’t care less. Let him hear, let the whole sodding building hear then maybe he wouldn’t have everyone trying to set you up with that posh bastard because there wouldn’t be any doubt that you were already spoken for. Maybe then Katsuki could stop being so paranoid that someone better suited was going to come swooping in and steal you away from him. Maybe then he could start feeling like he was enough for you, that he was good enough for once.

“What did you expect was going to happen when you show up here screaming blue bloody murder and banging on my door like some kind of common street thug?” Your angry words felt like a slap to the face, the reality of what he had done sinking in as your sharp and unforgiving words echoed around the room. Fuck. That was exactly how he had been acting. Katsuki might be from the rough side of town, hell he even worked in a dive bar that had some questionable patrons, but he wasn’t like that. He was a stickler for rules, hadn’t been arrested since he was a kid and he never got involved with any of the dodgy shit that went on around his neighbourhood. For all intense and purposes, he was a good law-abiding citizen and yet hear he was, acting like one of those scummy street gang bangers, threatening some random extra because he got in Katsuki’s way and practically trying to force his way into your home when you clearly didn’t want him there.

What had he been thinking? He had come here to make things better not to make the whole situation ten times worse. He should be ashamed of himself. He was ashamed of himself. Just because he was worried and insecure didn’t give him the right to treat people like shit, especially someone he loves. He was supposed to be better than this, had gone to therapy for years to get a handle on his anger but at the first sign of something not going his way Katsuki had reverted back to the venomous punk he had been at 16, when his anger issues had gotten him kicked out of school and home. “Fuck!” Katsuki exclaimed, turning his back on you and running his hands through his hair. He needed to get a grip of himself before this situation came beyond fixable. Before he lost you for real. There would be nobody to blame but himself if that happened, his anger so toxic and self-destructive that it burned away everything good in his life. Fuck! He was messing this all up, the best thing that had happened to him in years and he was ruining it.

“I think you should leave”. Katsuki jerked back round at your quiet and defeated voice, his eyes wide with panic. “What?” he managed to croak out. You weren’t looking at him, head tilted down and to the side, your arms wrapped around you like it was the only thing keeping you together. “You’re angry,” you whispered, and Katsuki would have missed it if the apartment had been so quiet. “I’m not…” Katsuki started, his voice just as quiet but you held your hand up and Katsuki fell silent, swallowing back down whatever he had been about to say. Sighing you finally looked up at him. “I’m angry Katsuki and I, I don’t want either of us to say something we will regret in the morning”. You sounded tired, looked it to and Katsuki hated that he was the reason, that he had driven the two of you to this.

“No,” he said stubbornly, standing up straighter and crossing his arms over his chest. He couldn’t leave now, not with the way things were between the two of you. He didn’t need space or time to think. He already knew that he had fucked up. What Katsuki needed was for you to understand that he wasn’t angry with you, not really. He was just bad at dealing with emotions, both his own and others. Groaning you rolled your eyes at him. “Of course not, because why would you ever do anything you didn’t want to.” Katsuki narrowed his eyes and your exasperated remark, unable to bite back his own aggravated reply. “That’s not what I meant, and you know it.” Sure, he could be a stubborn asshole sometimes, but he wasn’t the kind of guy who would stick around in a bad situation just because his stubbing pride refused to let him back down. Not any more at least and he had the bills from his therapist to prove it. “Do I?” you shouted, “because this sure as shit looks like you being a stubborn asshole who doesn’t know when to back the fuck off.” Katsuki just stared at you, shocked to hear you swear. You never did, not even when you were angry or in the throes of passion, your posh ass upbringing not allowing it. Maybe that half and half bastard was actually right, and Katsuki was a bad influence on you.

You groaned loudly, your shoulders slumping as you lifted a hand to rub at your eyes. “Look, I get it,” you sighed, letting your hand fall back to your side and looking at Katsuki with sad and tired eyes. “You don’t like Shoto and that’s fine, I’m not asking you to.” Katsuki scoffed at that. No, you hadn’t asked Katsuki to like the other man but you had asked him to get along with him to the point the two of them could be in the same room together without getting into an argument and that was almost as bad, especially when the frosty bastard had been acting like he was better than Katsuki. Like just because he had money and a fancy ass name, he had more of a right to you then Katsuki did. It was frustrating, humiliating and Katsuki hated how right the other man was. Katsuki really didn’t deserve your attention and most definitely not your love.

“But what I am asking you for is to not go around acting like my friends aren’t worth the air they breath.” You were yelling again, your voice getting louder with every word. He could see the anger in your eyes burning bright again and he hated that it was directed at him. That it was his fault it was even there in the first place. “That’s not it,” he yelled back at you, his own anger and fear bubbling up inside of him again. That wasn’t it, not even close. Sure, it was a fact that he didn’t like Shoto, and he was pretty sure that the other man only tolerated him for your sake and the majority of your other stuck-up friends were just about tolerable, but it went deeper than that for Katsuki. Deeper than he would ever like to admit because he had spent a lifetime hiding his feelings and he hated the fact that you made him feel so fucking weak and pathetic.

Katsuki flexed his fingers, willing himself to try and calm down. Getting into a full-blown argument was the last thing he needed right now. He needed to get himself back under control, had to do something to make this whole shitty situation at least salvageable but it was hard to get a handle on his emotions when your normally impeccable control was slipping, the hurt and anger you were feeling almost tangible. He had to though or other wise he was going to lose you because of his own inadequacies and control issues. “Then what is it Katsuki because I can’t keep doing this every god damn time, I want to spend time with my friend?” you shouted, hands curling into tight fists and tears starting to roll down your checks.

Something in Katsuki snapped then, the sight of you crying because of him enough to have everything he had been keeping locked away deep inside bursting out of him in the form of two simple words that showed more of himself than he was comfortable with. “I’m scared!” he yelled, his voice echoing off the walls and body shaking as he fell apart. You jerked back, eyes wide in shock and just staring at him like he was some sort of alien life form. Like you had never seen him before and he supposed that was true in a way because you had never seen him like this. Not raw and open and so fucking desperate that he had thrown away all his pride and bravado without a though.

Groaning Katsuki shoved a hand through his hair and slumped back against the door. Fuck. He hadn’t meant to say that. It had just come tumbling out and there was no way you would let him take it back now it was out there. Sucking in a deep breath he rubbed at his eyes, head tipped backwards to rest against the wood and willing his racing heart to stop. There was no point hiding any more, the damage was done so he might as well be fucking honest for once in his miserable life. “I’m scared that one day you will wake up and this won’t be enough anymore. That I won’t be enough.” Katsuki spoke to the ceiling, his voice nothing more than a whisper but in the sudden silence of the room he could almost believe he was still yelling. It was the truth, something he dreaded every day and shit like this just made it all seem all that much closer to becoming reality.

Now that he had started though Katsuki couldn’t stop, his fears tumbling out of him in a rush of broken words. “You wouldn’t have to hide with him. The two of you could go out together and no one would question it, wouldn’t even look twice because you’re from the same world and I…I don’t…” The words died on Katsuki’s tongue, the admission that he didn’t belong in your world making his throat closed up, like if he didn’t say it then it wouldn’t be real.

He screwed his eyes shut, trying to stop the tears before they fell, his hands curling painfully around the edge of the counter. He felt so stupid, pathetic, embarrassed by his emotions even though he knew that he should have said this all a long time ago. He was ashamed that you were seeing him like this. He was supposed to be an unmovable rock not a snivelling mess and yet here he was, fight back the tears and desperate to cling onto something he wasn’t sure he deserved. The old hag would be so fucking proud on him. “The worst thing is that I know you would be good together. I know he would treat you right, make you happy. Treat you like the fucking goddess you are and do everything a decent boyfriend should do.” And there it was, the root of all his problems.

Yours and Shoto’s relationship had been a problem since the beginning for Katsuki. When he had first met you he had tried to justify it as Shoto being another potential suitors, someone else vying for your attention but he had never had the same problem with any of your other male friends or any other stupid extra who had tried to flirt with you. Sure, he would get annoyed with them, a little angry and possessive but he never actively tried to keep you away from them like he had with the half and half bastard. When he had finally gotten together with you, things had just gotten worse, spiralling out of Katsuki’s control quicker than he had been aware of. One minute Todoroki had just been an annoyance and then the next he had become the biggest threat to the blonde’s life and happiness and the more your ‘relationship’ with the bastard was thrown around the worse it got, all Katsuki’s anger focusing on the man until the mere mention of his name was enough to have Katsuki snarling.

Despite what some people thought Katsuki wasn’t stupid, he knew why he was getting so angry, his own inadequacies like a glaring red light. It had been a mutual decision to keep things between the two of you a secret, neither of you wanted the press and public involved in your business or the backlash when Katsuki’s past inevitably came out. It had been nice, having something that was just his and as the two of you grew more comfortable in the others space Katsuki had become complacent. It hadn’t even occurred to him what things the two of you were missing out on until he had seen the evidence of it splashed across the front pages of gossip magazines and social media, Todoroki at your side instead of him.

Katsuki knew, logically, that you weren’t doing it on purpose, knew that you just saw it as spending time with one of your oldest and most trusted friends, but it didn’t stop it from driving Katsuki insane with jealousy and if he was being honest, fear. You and Todoroki went out together often, to dinners at restaurants that’s friends had no right going to, as well as movies and shopping trips. You had even gone to the beach together, your smile bright and infectious as you held onto your stupidly over sized hat and the half ‘n’ half bastard rubbing sunscreen on to your bare shoulders. Admittedly you had gone with the shitty nerd and cheeks but still, it was something a couple would do, and Katsuki hated it. Hated that fucking Todoroki could give you something that he so desperately wanted to but couldn’t. He wasn’t ready for that sort of scrutiny yet.

Katsuki wasn’t part of your high society life, and he would only drag you and your reputation down if two of you went public together now. It didn’t matter how many times you told him it didn’t matter because Katsuki knew that would change as soon as everyone else started judging him. You were sleek perfection, dressed in the latest fashion from the top designers and always well put together even when you were slumming it with him. You were smart and kind, well-liked by not only those in your social circle but also the general public. You had a reputation, a good one and Katsuki, well Katsuki was nothing in comparison.

He was a mess; a high school drop out with anger issues and a criminal record. He couldn’t get a decent job so he was stuck working at some shitty bar that attracted all the wrong kinds of people and only just paid enough that he could afford to live in his crappy rundown one room apartment. All his clothes came from secondhand shops or whatever customers left behind in their drunken stupor. Katsuki had tattoos and piercings, wore mostly back and often had a thick layer of eyeliner around his crimson eyes. He looked like a thug, a degenerate, someone’s who was more likely to start a fight then volunteer at some charity soup kitchen. It didn’t matter how confident he was, how he didn’t take anyones bullshit. Katsuki knew he wasn’t good enough for you, but it didn’t change the fact that he wanted you. In fact, he was pretty certain he was in love with you and all this bullshit with Todoroki was making it more and more obvious that he just didn’t belong in your world.

Katsuki let out a shaky sigh, tipping his head forward so he was looking at his scuffed and dirty boots instead of your stark white ceiling. “I can’t stand it, seeing him doing all this fucking shit with you that we should be doing.” He felt wrecked, all his nerves frayed but he couldn’t stop now, he needed you to know everything if he was ever going to fix this because he wanted to. Katsuki may know that he wasn’t good enough, but he was selfish, and he desperately wanted you all to himself for however long he could. “I have to listen to all these shitty extras telling me how good you two are together and every time it’s like getting stabbed. Fuck this is stupid. I’m so fucking stupid”. Katsuki shoved his hands into his hair, shoulders slouched forward and curling in on himself.

Gentle hands curled around his wrists, your thumbs rubbing at his pulse points as you slowly lowered his hands. Katsuki sucked in a shaky breath, his eyes stinging as he pointlessly tried to stop the tears from falling. He barely got a glimpse of your own red and watery eyes before you were wrapping your arms around his neck and pulling him down into a tight hug. Katsuki froze, holding his breath as he waited for you to say something, to pull back from him and tell him he was right, and he should go because he really wasn’t good enough for you. None of that happened though and after a few long moments Katsuki finally slumped forward, resting his head on yours and wrapping his arms around your waist. Katsuki clung onto you like he was afraid if he let go you would vanish, whisked away in a swirl of red and white before he even had a chance to reach out for you again.

The two of you stayed like that for a while, stood in the hallway and holding one another but it was nice, the closeness soothing his frayed nerves and making him feel more grounded instead of like he was spiralling down into nothingness. “I’m sorry.” Katsuki frowned at the mumbled words, slowly pulling back to look down at you. Your head was pressed against his chest, hands curled into his jacket and your knuckled going white from how tight you were holding into him. He could feel your body shaking against his, your tears soaking through his t-shirt, her breath catching as sucked in one shaking breath after another. “I’m sorry,” you sobbed, “I’m so sorry.”

Confused Katsuki pulled you tighter against him, lifting a hand up to stroke at your hair. “You have nothing to be sorry for,” he whispered into your hair, his own tears starting to fall freely down his cheeks and dripping off his chin into your hair. How had he fucked up so much that you were blaming yourself for his shortcomings? “I’m the one who’s sorry. Fucking ruining everything I touch,” he choked out, voice cracking as he tried to force the lump down in his throat. “I’m pathetic.”

He was ruining this, ruining what you had just because he couldn’t get past his own insecurity’s. What if this was it for you? What if you walked away from him because you couldn’t handle his outbursts and unjustifiable anger? It would hurt, more than Katsuki would ever admit. If you left him, he would never find someone else like you again and he would only have himself to blame. Just like always.

He felt you take a shuddering breath, your sobbing finally calming down until it stoped all together. You lent away from him, not enough to pull free of his grasp but enough to put some distance between two of you. It was barely enough room to slip an arm between you, but it felt like a canyon to Katsuki. He wanted you back, pressed against him and secure in his hold. Fuck it was pathetic how much he needed you, how much he couldn’t function without you in his life.

A gentle hand slipped under his chin, lifting his head up until he was looking you in the eyes. There were tears still clinging to your lashes, eyes red rimmed and lips puffy from where you had been biting them in an attempt to stifle your cries. Katsuki cupped your cheek, his touch gentle as he brushed his thumb across your cheek to wide away the tears that hadn’t rolled down them. You were looking up at him with a mix of determination, sorrow and what he hoped was love and when you spoke your voice reflected that, ringing out loud and clear and cutting through all Katsuki’s fear and doubts. “You are many things Bakugou Katsuki, strong, loyal, caring of those closest to you but pathetic definitely isn’t one of them.”

Katsuki’s eyes widened slightly at the conviction in your voice, trapped in your gaze as you wiled him to believe you. With a huff Katsuki leant forward and rested his forehead against yours, let his eyes fall closed as he just breathed and let your words wash over him. Sighing softly, you stepped back in closer and wrapped your arms around his neck once more. The action caused Katsuki’s hand to slip backwards, his calloused fingers curling around the back of your skull and gently urging your head back down to rest against his chest. One of your own hands slid into the short spikes of his hair, delicate fingers petting gently at the blonde strands and causing all the tension to seep out of him, feeling safe and loved in your embrace.

“I’m sorry I yelled at you,” he apologised, both arms wrapping around you tighter and keeping you pressed close against him. He was sorry, hadn’t meant to get so worked up that it had all come rushing out of him in an angry and violent wave of hate and fear. “And that I threatened your creepy neighbour,” he mumbled, adding the apology as an afterthought. He wasn’t necessarily sorry about that though. The guy fucking deserved it, implying that Katsuki would ever hurt you, but he was sorry for causing problems that you would probably get in trouble with your landlord for.

“No you’re not,” you mumbled but Katsuki could hear the amusement in your voice as well as feel the way your lips curled up into a small smile against his chest. “I promise to cut back on the couple’s stuff with Shoto.” The sudden promise had Katsuki tensing, knowing you well enough to realise that wouldn’t be it and sure enough not a second latter you were talking again, head turned out so your words weren’t muffled against him. “But I’m not going to stop seeing him. He is my friend Katsuki, just that and sometimes we will spend time together, just the two of us.” Katsuki grunted his acknowledgment. He wasn’t a monster; he didn’t want to control you. He wasn’t your father. It was enough to know that you would be willing to meet him halfway considering the shit he had done.

With a sigh you pushed away from him, stepping back this time until his hand’s rested on your waist and you were looking at one another again. You placed your hand on his chest, right over his heart and Katsuki had to wonder if you could feel it hammering away like a frantic drum beat as you pressed your other hand against his cheek. “I can’t stop people from talking but what I can do is deny it till I’m red in the face and promise you that never, ever will I want anybody other than you.” You sounded so sincere, so sure of your declaration that all Katsuki could do was mumble a quiet “ok,” too caught up in you to offer anything else. “I love you, you idiot.” You said it as if it was fact, no room for Katsuki to try and deny it. He struggled sometimes, to understand why you cared so much, especially when he was so fucking difficult, but it always set his heart racing to hear you say it. To know that you wanted him despite all his many flaws.

Katsuki leaned down slowly, giving you time to turn away from him but all you did was smile softly, your eyelids fluttering closed as he bush his lips against yours. He sighed into the kiss, his own eyes closing as your lips brushing gently against each other’s. It was a gentle kiss, no heat, no hunger, just a soft brush of lips as they breathed into the other. There was no urgency, no demand for more or desire to stake a claim. It was just them, the world around them slipping away as Katsuki’s entire world narrowed down to the women in his arms and the realisation that somehow something had gone right in his life for once.

When the need to breath became to much Katsuki pulled away slightly, resting his forehead against yours so he could still be close. Your thumb was absentmindedly brushing against his cheek, a small and content smile of your lips that Katsuki couldn’t help but return. This felt right, like now he had finally said what had been holding him back they could now move forward. Not that his fears and insecurities were gone. No, they were still there, lurking under the surface and waiting for the next time when it all became to much for Katsuki and he snapped, unable to squash down the fear that Todoroki Shoto was going to sweep in and steal you away from him and take you back to the life you were used to. The one you deserved but Katsuki couldn’t give you. Not yet any way but he would, eventually. Katsuki wouldn’t stop at anything to give you the life you deserved and he sure as hell wouldn’t let that half and half bastard steal you away before he even got the chance to prove himself.

Sighing Katsuki leant back in, claiming your lips once more in a lazy kiss. You hummed contentedly into the kiss, Katsuki swallowing the sound as you wrapped your arms around Katsuki’s neck and pulled him closer. Katsuki went willingly, stepping away from the door and right into your welcoming arms but it wasn’t enough, he needed to be closer. Katsuki wanted you pressed against him, wanted to surround himself with you until there was nothing left between you. He wanted the physical reminder that you were his, that the two of you were together. That you had chosen him over all those other extras that were vying for your attention.

Without breaking the kiss Katsuki slid his hands down your back, lightly skimming his fingers across your ass before slipping further down to curl around your thighs and urge you up into his arms. You didn’t break the kiss as you pushed up onto your toes, letting Katsuki take all your weight as he lifted you off the ground. Your arms around his neck tightened, legs wrapping around Katsuki’s waist and crossing your ankles behind his back, so your heels were pressing against the top of his ass and urging him that much closer. The two of you were pressed as close together as you could get, Katsuki able to feel every inch of you against him and yet it still wasn’t enough. He wants more. More of your touch, your kisses. More of everything. He wanted to be as close as they could be, skin against skin but that wouldn’t be possible. Not like this anyway.

Katsuki didn’t break the kiss as he stepped forward, tightening his hold on your thighs to make sure you didn’t slip. It wasn’t the first time he had carried you like this, Katsuki holding you up but normally it was against a wall or a door, the two of you gong at it had and fast and always desperate for the other. You liked how strong he was, liked that he could effortlessly pick you up and carry you around like your weight meant nothing to him and Katsuki made sure to take advantage of the often. You didn’t flinch as he made his way across the apartment, didn’t tighten your hold on him like you were afraid he would drop you. You trusted him and that just made his pathetic heart swell in his chest.

The walk through your apartment was slow though but easy enough and when they finally made it to the bedroom Katsuki gently laid you out on the black sheets, stepping back slightly to take you in. You were beautiful, so soft and inviting as you smiled up at him from where you had snuggled down into the soft comforter. Katsuki could watch you for hours. Had in fact done that the first time they had slept together, and you had fallen asleep in his bed with its shitty second-hand sheets and thin duvet. That had been back before he had known who you were and how out of his league you were. Back then you had just been a pretty woman who had been willing to let Katsuki work his frustration out on, and leave come morning. Now though you were so much more, the most important thing in his life and looking back he can’t believe how stupid he had been to think he would ever have been able to walk away from you.

Still smiling softly, you held your hand out towards him, beckoning him closer. Katsuki wasn’t one to decline an invite like that, crawling onto the bed and between your spread legs. He never took his eyes off you, watching intently as you reached up and curled your fingers into his hair once more and gently urged him down, tilting your head back so your lips met his as he sunk into your welcoming embrace.

You stayed like that for a while, trading lazy kisses and hands gently exploring over clothes. Eventually though it became to much and not enough all at once, your gently exploring hands suddenly working with intent as you slid them up over his chest and shoulder. Your hands slipped under his jacket dragging it down his arms until Katsuki had no choice but to lean back, yanking the thing off and throwing it behind him. He dove back down to reclaim your lips as soon as it was gone, moaning into it as your hands tugged up the back of his shirt and slipped underneath. They didn’t stay there long though, slipping out to curl around his shoulders instead.

It happened quickly. One minute Katsuki was on top looking down at you and then the next he was on his back, looking up at your triumphant smile. Huffing in amusement Katsuki pushed himself up onto his elbows, using his legs to nudge you forward until you were straddling his waist, your ass pressing back against his groin. You were a vision above him, Katsuki unable to tare his eyes away as you gripped the bottom of your top and slowly pulled it up over your head before throwing it in the same general direct Katsuki had chucked his jacket.

You were beautiful and Katsuki told you as much as he pushed himself up, whispering it against your neck as he pressed small and sloppy kisses up to your jaw. “You’re not too bad yourself,” you answered teasingly, cutting off Katsuki’s growl as you turned your head and reclaimed his lips with another kiss. It was a little harder this time but still slow and sensual, your tongue swiping across his lips and asking for entrance. Katsuki granted it without hesitation, hungry for everything you would give him. The moment he parted his lips your tongue pushed in, swiping against his and sucking gently. He let out a low moan, gripping your waist tighter with both hands and pulling you tighter against him, your chest pressing against his. He was getting hard, could feel it pressing against the zip of his jeans but unlike normal there was no rush, no urgency for relief. He was content to just carry on like this, taking his time with you and enjoying the simple feeling of you against him.

You didn’t seem to be though, your hands curling around the hem of his top and slowly dragging it up, your fingers finding every dip and curve as they went. The two of you broke apart long enough for you to tug it over his head before you were kissing again, the top discarded over the edge of the bed like everything else. Katsuki’s hands were back on your hips as soon as his arms were free of his top, his blunt nails digging in as he urged you back in close. You staid like that for a while, Katsuki’s hands moving from your hips to splay across your back as yours slipped into his hair, scratching at his scalp and eliciting a deep satisfied groan from him.

It was slow, languid, more about the closeness then then what this was leading up to. Katsuki was savouring every second of it, every press of tongue and glide of lips, every hitch of breath and quiet moan but eventually it had to come to an end, the need to breath too much to ignore. Reluctantly he pulled away from you, Katsuki, both of you breathing a little harder as you watched one another. Slowly he slid his hands up your back, fingers brushing against the ridges of your spine until he came to the clasp of your bra. With deft fingers he popped it open, large hands brushing it aside as he made his way up to your shoulders to push the straps down your arms. Neither of you looked away from the other as you slowly shrugged it off, discarding it like all the other items of clothing.

“So fuckin’ beautiful,” he whispered, his hands completely bypassing your now exposed breasts to instead curl around your forearms and pull you closer. His moan was muffled by your lips as he finally got to feel your naked skin against his. There was a slight pressure against stomach, your hands having snuck between the two of you. He went easily, falling back against the bed and taking you with him. Katsuki would have been happy to stay like that, trading lazy kisses as you rocked gently against his neglected erection, those little sparks of arousal enough to keep him satisfied and on edge but almost as soon as he was lead against the bed you were climbing off him, instead moving to lie next him on your side with your head propped up on your hand.

Katsuki scowled at you, already starting to roll over so he could push you back down and start kissing you again but the gentle brush of fingers against his abs had him stopping, looking down instead to watch as your fingers gently brushed against his muscles only to move further down. Katsuki gasped at the first feather light touch of your fingers to his denim clad dick, his hips jerking up as you flattened your hand against him and ground it down, adding more pressure as you rubbed against his hardness. It was enough to have him groaning, slumping back against the bed with a groan as he chassed that feeling but just as quickly as you started your hand was gone, leaving Katsuki aching for more now that he had gotten a taste of it.

Your teasing little laugh was enough to have him groaning, fling an arm over his eyes as he tried to calm himself down. He didn’t want to rush this. The two of you were always chasing more and harder and a burning passion that consumed you like a raging fire. This slow and teasing approach was different, gently stocking the flames instead of dousing them in petrol. Katsuki had always scoffed at this sort of fucking, so sure that it would be boring and not enough to get him off, but this was more then he ever could have imagined, it left him feeling raw and exposed yet loved and wanted, two emotions he had always struggled with.

“Katsuki,” you mumbled against his parted lips, your lips brushing ever so slightly against his but before he could tilt his head and press them more firmly together you were gone, trailing gentle kisses down his jaw and neck. Groaning Katsuki tipped his head back, giving you more room as you slowly made your way down, teeth nipping collar bone and pecs as you went. It’s horribly frustrating, Katsuki’s muscles twitch and constricting with ever hot puff of breath against his him but he doesn’t try to speed things up. Doesn’t want to rush any part of this so he resigns himself to laying there, his stomach clenched as you run your tongue along the ridges of his abs, following them down to kiss along the skin just above his jeans. It’s a sweet kind of torture, one that he doesn’t mind enduring.

You don’t stop there though, using your knees to push Katsuki’s legs wide even as your mouth descends on his still covered erection. “Fuck,” Katsuki hissed, trying to roll his hips up against the slight friction your mouth provided. Katsuki gets about a second of relief before your pulling away from him, your teasing laugh enough to have him pushing up onto his elbows and scowling at you. That seemed to be what you were after though, smirking at Katsuki as you made eye contact only to press your mouth back to his denim glad prick, sealing your lips around the head and sucking gently.

Groaning he fell back onto the bed, a shaky hand coming up to run through his hair and tug at the strands and eyes squeeze shut. He stayed like that, even as your mouth disappeared once more, and you shifted between his legs. He didn’t even look as he felt your deft fingers popping open the button and tugging down the zipper, your fingers slipping into the waistband of his jeans and underwear so you could tug them down. Wordlessly Katsuki lifted his hips to help, his preoccupied mind only just remembering he still had his boots on just before there came a muttered curse from down by his feet.

“Stupid bloody things. Who even has this amount of laces. Just fucking come off already,” you muttered, your annoyance clear as you yanked and twisted until the things slipped free of Katsuki’s feet. He couldn’t help but let out a huff of amusement at the dull thumps that followed, Katsuki once more pushing up onto his elbows so he could look at the adorable scowl he knew you would be wearing. He wasn’t disappointed, your scowl closer to a pout as you glared up at him from between his legs. He stayed like that, watching as you finished getting his jeans and underwear off, shoving them behind you before pulling his socks off.

Katsuki had every intention of pulling you back onto the bed for another round of lazy kisses, eager to get your stupid leggings off so he could feel your naked body pressed against his, but you apparently already had plans for your mouth, and they didn’t involve Katsuki’s lips. Ducking forward you pressed your lips against his hips, sucking and nipping your way inwards. Your hands slid up the outside of his thighs, fingers pinching at the bottom of his ass and urging his hips up. It all happened in one go, Katsuki’s hips jerking forward at the sudden sting, your hand slipping underneath to cup his ass cheeks as your lips brushed against his sensitive head, your tongue quickly following behind. He couldn’t have stopped the surprised gasp if he had tried, the sudden shock of having something on his dick almost too much after being teased for so long.

Your hold on his ass relaxed, hands sliding round to splay over his hips and urge them back down onto the bed. Your mouth never left him, kissing up along his shaft and tongue swirling around the head before swallowing him down to the hilt in one solid movement. It was too much, Katsuki moaning loudly and trying to thrust forwards even though there was nowhere left for him to go.

Katsuki watched you with wide eyes, his breathing faster as he felt you swallow around him. You were a vision, lips stretched wide around his considerable girth and tears clinging to your lashes, watching him back and just waiting for him to do something. “Fuckin’ perfect.” Katsuki shifted all his weight on to one arm, bringing the other round so he could sink his fingers into your hair and curl his hand around the back of your skull. He kept it there, not to control your movements but just for something tangible to hold onto, something to keep him grounded as you finally began to move.

Slowly you began to move up and down his shaft, alternating between licking and sucking, your tongue flicking at his leaking slit every time you pulled back up to the tip. Katsuki was breathing heavily now, straining against the hold you still had on his hips and letting out soft moans and groans that he would probably be embarrassed about come morning. Just like with everything else you were taking your time with this, taking him apart slowly and you worked him up into a frustrated and babbling mess. He could feel it though, building and building but it wasn’t enough, Katsuki just on the edge but never falling over. It was fucking perfect.

He didn’t know how long you carried on but soon enough you were stopping, pulling off him with a loud slurp and pop. Katsuki watched as you licked at your lips, your dark eyes hooded as you moaned appreciatively. That was it for him, something snapping and before Katsuki really knew what he was doing he was scrambling to pull you back up onto the bed and onto his lap. He barely waited until you were on him before he was pulling you down into a sloppy and desperate kiss, his tongue chasing his own taste as he invaded your mouth.

The time for slow seemed to have passed and all it took was one well timed roll to get you on your back under him, Katsuki grinding down against your cotton covered groin. He wasn’t as slow as you had been as he kissed his way down your neck and chest, making sure to sucker a nipple into his mouth as he went and biting down gently just to hear you gasp before moving on to do the same with the other one. His hands gripped at the waist of your leggings before he had even made it to your stomach, getting ahead of himself as he began to tug them down. Above him you laughed gently, your own hands coming down to help tug them down enough for you to be able to kick them off the rest of the way. Katsuki was between your legs before they even hit the floor, his mouth going straight to your cunt as soon as you were free of your last bit of clothing.

“Kats,” you practically screamed his name as Katsuki licked a long strip across your wet folds, both your hands sinking into his hair and tugging at the messy spikes. Katsuki let out his own groan as he lapped at you, his tongue dipping into your folds but not pushing any further. He shoved one arm under your leg, hoisting it onto his shoulder and spreading you open for him. His lips sealed around your clit, Katsuki sucking and licking at it whilst two of his fingers rubbed against your slick opening. The sound you made as he pushed his fingers in would echo in his head for years, your walls clenching down tightly on the digits as he pushed them in as deeply as he could. You were so warm and tight around him, sucking his fingers back in as he pulled them back out, rubbing teasingly around the outside before thrusting them back inside of you.

“Kat...Katsuki” you gasped, rolling your hips down onto his fingers and desperately trying to get more and who was he to deny you anything. Slowly he dragged his fingers back, teasingly rubbing them against your entrance again before pushing back in, sucking hard on your clit this time as he did so. The needy little whine you let out was worth it, Katsuki’s own grunt barely audible from where his mouth was pressed so tightly against you but from the way you shuddered and moaned you had felt it.

He set a slowly pace, fingers gliding in and out of you as he licked, sucked and nipped at your swollen clit. The noises you were making were like music. He could listen to you all day, moaning and gasping, stuttering out his name as you ground against his face. He could stay like this for hours, worshipping your body and proving his devotion to you from between your spread legs. It wasn’t long before two fingers became three and then four, Katsuki’s pace slow and deliberate as he worked you towards your peak.

Before he could push you over the edge though you started tugging insistently at his hair, pulling his mouth away from you. He let out a disappointed groan but didn’t fight it when you tugged him up your body, his fingers slipping free of your warm cunt and leaving a wet trail up your side. You arched up to meet him, sealing your lips over his and licking your own juices off his lips. It was dirt, filthy even and Katsuki loved it, kissing back just as enthusiastically. Neither of you stop until the need to breath became a necessity, both of you breaking away with a gasp, both of you panting and lips kissed red.

Katsuki was the one who went for the bedside table, leaning across to yank open the top draw and grab one of the foil packets he knew would be there. He reared up onto his knees as the ripped the thing open with his teeth, quickly rolling the condom down his aching length as letting the empty packet flutter down onto the sheets to de found latter. He was back on you within seconds, sealing his lips over yours in yet another demanding kiss. Braced himself on one arm by your head, Katsuki gently slipped his other hand down your thigh to grip at your knee, tugging your leg up to curl around his side. Forcing himself away from your lips Katsuki rested his forehead against yours and gently shuffled forward, his hand guiding the head of his dick to your entrance so he could push into you. He watched as your mouth fell open of a breathy little gasp, your eyes flutter closed and nails digging into his biceps from where you had curled your hands around them

Once he was fully inside you, he stopped, breathing heavily and waiting for your signal to move. After a few torturously long seconds your eyes opened finding his red ones and shinning with a mix of emotions Katsuki was too scared to even try and name. Instead, he leant down, his lips finding yours in a gentle kiss. As soon as your grip on his arms loosened Katsuki began to thrust, his pace just as slow as your kisses. He stayed close to you, his chest pressed against yours and legs intertwined. There was nothing fast and hard about it, his hips rocking gently in and out of you. It was intimate, Katsuki would even go as far as to call it making love. Just the two of you, so close that all they could feel was the other, all they could see was each other, breathing in the others air and lips meeting in gentle and love filles kisses.

Reluctantly he pulled away from you, groaning at the feeling of you clenching around him. He dragged his nose along your cheek, his mouth following close behind as he pressed light kisses against your cheek until he reached your ear, sucking the lobe into his mouth and nipping gently at it. “I love you,” he whispered against your ear, “love you so fucking much it hurts.” You clenched around him at his declaration, so tightly that it was almost like you were trying to keep him inside of you. “Love you to Katsuki, more than anything.” Katsuki’s heart felt like it was going to explode, something inside his chest untangling and leaving him feeling a thousand times lighter than he had coming here.

Grunting, Katsuki started to move a little faster, a little harder, delighting in the little hitch of breath as your arms tightened around him. It didn’t take long before he could feel his orgasm getting closer, the coil in his stomach tightening again as your insides fluttered around him. Panting he let his head rest against your shoulder, his eyes squeezing shut as he gave himself over to his pleasure. This wasn’t the ideal position, being pressed so close to you but he didn’t want to move, didn’t want to stop touching your because if he did this might all disappear and he would find himself stood back in your hallway, the two of you screaming at each other more.

His fingers tightened on your leg, nails digging in enough that he would leave little half-moon indents. They wouldn’t be there long, but it would still be proof that this was real, that you had accepted him, faults and all and welcomed him into your arms. Not that he deserved, because he didn’t. How could he after everything he had done but he sure as hell wasn’t going to stay that way. Katsuki was going to work hard and prove himself, to you, to all those stupid extras. He was going to be worth something, was going to be able to stand next to you for the word to see without feeling like he didn’t belong.

Katsuki didn’t even realise he had been crying until gentle hands curled around his chin, lifting his head so you could see him. Your thumbs brushed away his tears that silently rolled down his cheeks, smiling softly up at him like he was your world. “I love you Katsuki,” you said again, holding his gaze and making sure he understood you, “just the way you are.” That was it for Katsuki, whatever little hold he had on his fraying emotions slipping through his fingers.

With a choaked off sob Katsuki pressed his lips against yours, trying to convey with that one kiss everything he couldn’t put into words. How grateful he was to have you in his life. How much he loved you and needed you. His hopes for the future and his hunger for this moment right now. He needed you to know that you were part of his everything and that without you it would all come crashing down around him because he hadn’t realised how much he had needed you until he thought he was going to lose you.

You moaned so sweetly into the kiss, one hand sliding into his hair again as the other splayed across his back between his shoulder blades. Katsuki’s pace sped up, thrusting into you as hard and fast as he could in the position you were in. The hand that had been holding your leg slipped between the two of you, deft fingers rubbing against your clit in an attempt to push you over the edge first. You broke of the kiss with a gasp, head tipping back and leaving you neck bare for him to feast on.

Growling he kissed along the exposed column, teeth nipping at you only to sooth over the red spots with his tongue. “Come on sweetheart,” he mumbled against your neck, “wonna feel you, hear you.” Katsuki sped his fingers up, pressing down harder in his need to feel you coming undone around him. It didn’t take long, your walls clenched around him tightly as your back bowed. He lifted his head just intime to see your mouth open on a silent scream, eyes screwed shut and your whole body tensing as you came. Your nails dug into his back, your hold on his hair tightening as you pulled him in closer. It only took a few more thrusts after that, Katsuki finding his own release as he stole yet another kiss to muffle his own cry of pleasure.

The come down is just as slow as their lovemaking, Katsuki resting his forehead against yours, his eyes closed and your hot breath mixing as your hearts raced. He could feel himself softening inside you, the sensation of the cum filled condom becoming uncomfortable and despite how much he wanted stay there he knew he had to move. With a groan he reluctantly rolled off you, collapsing back onto the bed. He quickly yanked the condom off, trying the end and dumbing it on the bedside table to get rid of it latter.

Normally, afterwards Katsuki would pull you into his side, curling his arm around your waist and burring his face in your hair as you used his pec as a pillow. Not tonight though, Katsuki the one to curl into your side, his head resting on your shoulder, one arm draped over your stomach and your legs entwined. You didn’t ask why the change, sighing softly as you turned into him slight, draping one arm over his stomach and curling the other behind him so you could gently strike your fingers through his hair. It was soothing, the rhythmic rise and fall of your chest and the gentle brush of your fingers through his hair. It didn’t take long for his eyes to start dropping, the whirlwind of emotions from the last couple of hours taking its toll on him. He felt exhausted both physically and emotionally and he was ready to just sleep for a day or two, maybe a week if he could stay in your arms. He was almost completely out when you spoke next, your voice nothing more than a whisper.

“I’m sorry about all this stuff with Shoto. I know it upsets you when they start saying stuff about us.” Katsuki grunted at your words; his eyes still firmly closed but letting you know he was listening. He felt on edge again, already stealing himself for another fight at the mention of the other man. “But you know its not true, right Kats?” He felt you move, most likely pulling your head back so you could look at him properly and expecting him to look back at you, but Katsuki didn’t move, didn’t do anything. The silence was probably more telling then he wanted it to be. Sighing you went back to stroking his hair, moving your head back so your lips were pressed against his forehead. “Shoto’s my best friend, more like a brother then anything else and that all he’s ever going to be. We’ve been through a lot together and maybe that’s made us a little overly familiar with one another but that’s not because we have any kind of romantic feelings for each other. He’s family, the only one I had for a while and I,” you paused audibly swallowing and Katsuki knew he wasn’t going to like what you said next. “I love him Kats.”

Katsuki took a deep shuddering breath at your whispered confession, his eyes screwed shut so tightly he was seeing spots in the darkness. “I know,” he said quietly, like he was admitting to some kind of crime. He did know that, knew that the both of you had gone through hell when you were kids and had found solace with the only person who had been able to understand. He knew you loved the other man, had seen it first hand when you had stood by his side when all that bullshit with his family had been made public. And yet that didn’t stop the sharp sting of jealousy that shot through him at your words or the feeling of doubt and paranoia that he was going to lose you to the other man in the end.

“I know that this was all an accident, that what we have wasn’t supposed to happen,” Katsuki wanted to run, wanted to jump out the fucking window and fly away because this was all sound like some sort of long explanation of why it wouldn’t work between the two of you. He had known he had gone to far this time, had known the moment you had started cry but he had been stupid enough to hope for some glimmer of hope in the bleak reality that was his life. If you were going to end it then he wanted you just to say it outright, none of this pussy footing around and throwing him a pity fuck like it would make this all easier somehow by getting his dick wet. He was just about to say that to you when you spoke next and Katsuki’s words got stuck in his throat, his eyes snapping open wide and full of surprise. “But I’m so glad it did Katsuki because for the first time in a long time I actually feel like I’m alive, that I’m my own person. I’m actually happy and that’s all because I have you in my life now.” He didn’t know what to say, just staring unseeingly down your still naked body as his heart raced and his mind tried to process what you had said.

He had never made anyone happy before in his life. Not his parents or his teachers and definitely not any of his so-called friends who had only flowed him around because he was the biggest meanest kind at school. He had terrified Deku, had been the reason the other man had needed therapy and maybe sure, once upon a time when they had been brats, he had been able to make the other smile but that was so far in the past that it could hardly count. No all Katsuki had ever done was hurt and disappoint people yet here you were, telling him that despite everything he had done and said, despite the tears he had made you cry and the heartache he had caused he had still made you happy. That couldn’t be possible. Surely, he had broken to much to still be considered a good thing in your life.

You gently took hold of his chin, tipping his head back so he was looking up at you. You were smiling softly down at him, your eyes practically sparkling, and Katsuki was trapped, unable to look away. “I love you Bakugou Katsuki and I plan on doing so for a very long time. That is, if you’ll have me?” You tried to keep your voice even, but Katsuki could pick out the uncertainty at the end as your smile fell slightly. He could see it in your eyes as well, like you thought he was going to up and leave you. As if he could ever do that. “For as long as you’ll let me.” You smile cam back full force at his gruff words, already swopping down for a kiss before he had even had a chance to breath. Katsuki grunted as you collided with him, saying how much you loved him again and again between kisses. At some point the two of you ended up on your sides, face to face and a mess of smiles and mumbled I love you’s as the frantic kisses dissolved into gently and languid brushes of your lips that seemed to go on forever.

It had been a long day, one filled with every spectrum of human emotion that Katsuki could think of, and it had left him feeling strung out and a little tender yet right now Katsuki felt more at piece than he had in months. He wasn’t an idiot; he knew that his issues weren’t fixed and that there would still be some hostility toward the man he perceived as a threat to his happiness. There would probably be more arguments in the future, your stubbornness and his short fuse almost guaranteeing it but after today he was confident that the two of you would be able to work through it. It wasn’t going to be easy but nothing in his life had been, the only difference was that he finally found something worth the work because you were worth it, and Katsuki didn’t plan on letting you go. Not now. Not ever. And definitely not to the half ‘n’ half bastard, Todoroki Shoto.

A/N: Sooooooo, I'm kind of starting in the middle of things here because honestly I'm so lazy and didn't want to write yet another big old world building piece that consumed my entire life for however long I was working on it. But if your interested here are some things you might want to know about the world this is set in.

First thing, no quirks. Katsuki was a smart kid with a hole host of expectations on his shoulders and treated like the genius he was whilst also being told he wasn't good enough and pushing him to do better. Long story short he gets kicked out of his amazing school for skipping classes and starting fights and after a rather explosive argument with his parents Katsuki goes and gets drunk and ends up getting in yet another fight but this time someone ends up in hospital. He goes to jail, loosing any prospects and when he gets out 4 years latter his parents wont take him back and no one will higher him because of his criminal history. He ends up getting a job at some shady bar and his probation officer (Kiri) finds him a cheap apartment in an equally shady part of the city. after a couple of months he manages to get a second job working as a personal trainer at a high end gym but that's only because Eijiro managers to convince a friend to give the blonde a chance.

Enter reader-chan.

Katsuki's been working at the bar for just over six months when late one night a women comes in who is clearly not from around these parts. your cars broken down and you ask to use the bars phone to call a ride not a tow, stating loudly that you had left the keys in the ignition of your expensive car and didn't care what happened to it. Katsuki keeps the lest savoury kind away from you whilst you wait for your ride and despite his best efforts he ends up chatting with you for a bit. When you're gone he thinks he will never see you again but a week latter your back, dressed more like the people in the bar but so very obvious worth more money then they are.

It becomes a thing and then one thing leads to another and the two of you have a one night stand, except it doesn't stay that way. It's when your already a thing that Katsuki finds out how rich you actually are and more importantly who you are. There's a lot of arguments, Katsuki accusing you of just looking for a bit of fun in the scum of the city because that's what rich bitches like you do whilst you try to make him understand that he actually meant something to you. Eventually you decide to give it a go, planning on keeping it a secret too avoid any unnecessary attention and things are actually going pretty well. There's just one problem and that Todoroki Shoto and the weird ass relationship the two of you have. A relationship so close that half the country already think your dating and the other half thinking that its going to happen eventually. All Katsuki knows is that he's going to kill that half 'n' half bastard if he see's one more thing about how good the two of you would be together.

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