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Living with Kacchan was lovely.
She made sure Izuku kept her keys in the dish everyday so that she didn’t lose them. She made Izuku meals everyday, even though Izuku always insisted she didn’t (contrary to popular belief, Izuku could cook — she was usually just too busy to remember to do so, or began making herself stir fry then got sidetracked, and ended up with a pan of fully charred vegetables.)
She was tolerant of Izuku’s messy tendencies — always helped her clean and sort her office when Izuku went into hyperfocus mode where nothing else mattered.
Kacchan always bought the soaps Izuku loved (to smell on her) and new Izuku’s habits and routines down to a T; was always mindful of them and somehow made sure her own didn’t clash with Izuku’s.
Hence why dating Kacchan was really a dream come true.
Something Izuku had thought of since they were kids becoming real had her stunned and in no low amount of appreciation for anything that Kacchan does for her.
She lets Izuku mumble and rant and ramble whilst nodding along and adding her own tidbits and opinions, (somehow managing to always give Izuku her full attention no matter what other task she was also completing), when in their UA days Izuku would have been met with a simple “Shut up, Deku!” and a scowl.)
She sets Izuku an additional 4 earlier alarms, so that she could snooze them all and placebo herself into thinking she slept longer and feeling better rested, but still wake up perfectly on time. She always rents All Might documentaries and watches them with Izuku curled around her on nights off even though they’ve both seen them all.
Kacchan will always kiss Izuku awake — no matter how bad she says her morning breath is — and pepper her with kisses before bed. She never failed to let Izuku have the initial prototype of every single one of her official merch pieces; she signed them too, which was mostly a joke but Izuku’s now hundred pieces of autographed Dynamight merch were deeply treasured, second only to her few (even though he was her mentor at school) autographed and limited edition All Might pieces.
Kacchan showed her care in everything she did — a fact that was obvious to Izuku, abstract to their friends, and fiction to strangers. But it was the expensive decaf coffee purchased everytime they went grocery shopping, because caffeine made Izuku jittery and anxious and sleepy. And the carbon copied set of Mina’s curl products because Izuku still hadn’t figured out how to properly deal with her hair.
Especially the begrudging acceptance of PDA and physical touch in general, because she knew things like holding hands put Izuku’s heart at ease.
Katsuki was soft for her now, and she knew as much. (Not that she’d ever admit it.)
But, there was always an exception.
Sex with Kacchan was always phenomenal. Izuku was ruined for anyone else. (Not that there ever was or would be anyone else.)
She was thorough and sure in all she did, maybe especially when they had some time to themselves, Kacchan made sure to take her time taking Izuku apart piece by piece.
However, that didn’t translate to sweetness.
Kacchan was mean to her.
“Ka- ah -cchan, come on,” Izuku hiccuped as she found herself lost amongst the dark sheets of their bed, spread out on her back with a pillow underneath her hips. Kacchan was between her legs, she really seemed to like it there, with that almost-sinister sparkle in her eyes that she always got when she could have Izuku like this.
“Come on, what, ‘Zuku? It’s not so bad, I know you can take it,” she taunted, as she pressed the vibrator to Izuku’s clit over the lace panties which Kacchan was so obsessed with. As to why, Izuku didn’t quite know.
(Izuku had bought them for her, sure, but too often Kacchan would insist she put them on, just to fuck her in.)
Izuku didn’t know how long she’s been lying here — it was so, so difficult to keep track of time in the slightest of ways when Bakugo Katsuki had made it her mission to keep you there for as long as possible, wearing nothing but a frilly, pink thong that was soaked all to hell.
“Y-you know it’s too much Kacchan, please,” Izuku begged just for the sake of getting her girlfriend to stop or give her more — nothing, or something, or anything.
Katsuki just kissed at her inner thigh, petting the skin there easily, like she hadn’t a care in the world, whilst rubbing the vibrator in circles around Izuku’s swollen and miles too oversensitive clit.
Izuku let out a choked-off moan, her hips arching both into and away from the stimulation, fists kneading the sheets as she turned her head from side to side.
“Baby,” Kacchan cooed at Izuku, feigning innocence and sweetness whilst Izuku’s chest heaved with little hiccuping breaths. “It’s not fair, you won’t even look at me and you expect something from me?” She tuts between Izuku’s legs, pulling away completely — to which Izuku cried out at, her head snapping upward so that through glassy eyes, she could fix her gaze on the woman between her shaking thighs.
Katsuki was a vision really, wearing her ridiculously tight black tank top (which left nothing to the imagination when she never wore a bra with it) that’d she’d gotten to preoccupied to take off. Her pupils were blown wide and her long lashes complimented her half-lidded eyes so well.
She looked at Izuku with so much reverence, though she was the real beauty – hair haphazardly tied up while pale blonde strands framed her face beautifully.
She grinned like the Cheshire cat, which reminded Izuku that she was toying with her and could be so cruel — especially as she blew on Izuku’s clit. Delicate but dizzying.
“Ah, ah, ah ,” Izuku whimpered as she squirmed. Hopeless, when she felt like putty under Kacchan’s sweat-softened hands, hands that pressed her to the bed and positively tortured her.
Izuku’s brains were sure to be melting out of her ears as Katsuki pressed the vibrator down the seam of her folds, the lace that separated the two sticky with her slick and making the sensation so much more infuriating. She gathered wetness on the silicone, watching intently as she dragged the toy against her girlfriend too slowly.
“Y’re so wet for me, ‘Zuku,” she said, her voice low, almost predatory.
All Izuku could do was shake like a leaf and whine pathetically. The coil of heat that was settled low in her gut was burning so hot, but her attempts at getting any sort of relief were utterly futile because Kacchan refused to give them to her.
“Ah, Kacchan, please,” she keened, a bright flush spreading from the tops of her ears all the way down to her swollen cunt, the deep pink colour it blushed peeking through the sheer fabric that clung to her soaked pussy.
“Please, please,” Izuku panted, never above begging when she was on the edge of delusion. Too many minutes in, zero orgasms deep. “It, hah, it hurts, Kacchan, make it better, please.”
There was no change in speed or pressure, just that constant stimulation between her thighs that had grown from too much to nowhere near enough.
“Poor thing,” Kacchan said, voice thick with arousal and false concern. She was well aware of what she was doing, but still dragged it on. “You’re shaking, ‘Zuku. God, you really want it bad. Don’t you, sweet thing?”
Izuku preened at the pet name and nodded frantically at the subtle hint of something more. Whatever it was, she needed it, needed it carnally.
“Need it Kacchan, please, you’ll— you’ll give it to me won’t you Kacchan?” She was breathing so heavily, heaving for air where she couldn’t fill her lungs completely with short stuttered breaths. Her hard nipples and plump breasts, that were littered with lovebites from Katsuki’s previous assault bouncing with each one. The feeling of warmth inside of her was all consuming, so much so that Izuku was sure little puffs of steam came with each exhale.
Her hand extended in the sheets, scarred fingers twisted amongst them, searching for anything to ground her where she felt so untethered.
Kacchan lacing their fingers together was almost euphoric; she let a soft whine slip from behind chewed lips, and squeezed, hoping to convey that enough was enough, that she needed to cum.
She nuzzled Izuku’s thigh sweetly, her nose rubbing the crease where plush thighs met her groin. Izuku whined again, pathetic and undone, rolling her hips upwards.
“Is that it, baby? You want my mouth now?” She purred into the edge of Izuku’s panties, the plump flesh underneath aching for attention. Izuku practically sobbed; set off by sheer desperation, driven insane by the maddeningly inconsistent shocks of pleasure that shot up her spine.
“Uh huh, Kacchan, please,” voice high and reedy as she gazed down at Kacchan with wet eyes and clumped lashes, “Want Kacchan’s mouth, need it.”
Kisses pressed too close to where she needs them, and a thumb stroking her hand in pity. Izuku chokes every time Kacchan pressed the vibrator more insistently on her clit, only to pull away after a moment and leaving Izuku pleading for more.
Blunt teeth grazed her skin, leaving goosebumps in their wake, sucking a mark where Kacchan’s lips parted — one that Izuku would enjoy pressing her fingers to, come morning. Now though, she simply whimpered, trying to close her legs on instinct, hoping that somehow she could trap a pretty mouth where she wanted and rut up into it until she came.
“Hurts doesn’t it,” Kacchan sighed into her skin. “It’s okay baby, I’ll make it better now, okay? You earned it.”
Izuku hissed when her panties were pulled to the side and the slick coating her folds cooled. She felt herself throb, her hips searching, seeking out a balm for the inferno of heat that was spreading outward from her core.
“So pretty here, ‘Zuku. Flushed pink and slicked up for me. I could give you our biggest strap right now and you’d take it, just like that,” She mused, parting Izuku’s pussy with the vibe that she didn’t want to see for another year after this. Cunning hands pressed the tip of it to Izuku’s hole, the circles of pressure there making Izuku cry out.
“But I’ll fuck you like that later, yeah? Not today,” she untwined their fingers and pet Izuku’s side. “You want me to eat you out, that right?”
Kacchan finally, finally settled her head right between Izuku’s thighs. Her hot breath ghosted over sensitive skin, and Izuku wailed.
Words were a lost cause for Izuku, her attempts at begging were just half-sobs and babbles, the notion of “more, more, more,” being all she could hope to convey.
Only then did Katsuki’s sweetness decided shine through. Her eyes softened and she cooed again — mocking and false pity replaced by the need to please and give all she could to her girlfriend.
“Yeah, okay, ‘Zuku — you want more? I’ll give it too you, m’kay?” She muttered briefly, lips already brushing over Izuku skin and then dipping down, so she could drag her tongue up the seam of Izuku’s cunt with one flat wide, stroke.
Instantly, Izuku’s mind blanked, and she rolled her hips into Kacchan’s mouth, urging her cunt up to take more where she hasn’t been given enough for too long. Even now, Kacchan still had the vibrator pressed over her clit still circling it in an impressive demonstration of mental and physical coordination.
Izuku has spent so long on the edge that she felt herself flying towards her peak already, Kacchan’s tongue lapping at the slick that coated her folds and drinking up what continued to leak from her pussy. There was precision there, Kacchan making sure to taste her everywhere before mouthing at Izuku’s swollen hole, that was helplessly clenching around nothing.
Her thighs shook as Kacchan pressed in , her nose close to meeting the bone, mouth sucking on the plump skin around her hole as her tongue took its liberties spearing in and out of Izuku, eating her up, taking any thought train Izuku could manage out with the slick that dripped from her like a fountain — one where her only wish was to cum.
Izuku was panting heavily, choking out renditions of, “Kacchan, yes,” and, “Ah— feels good,” the entire time, a shaking hand threading into Kacchan’s blonde locks with blunt nails scratching lightly at her scalp. It was just to ground herself at first — to give her a loose semblance of control when she didn’t actually have any. Then she began pressing her girlfriend’s head into her just a bit more, just so she could cant her cunt into her mouth easier.
She felt herself just open for Kacchan’s tongue; legs falling to the side easily whilst twitching wildly. She didn’t forget to plant her feet, though. Just enough to be able to soothe herself and maximise the feeling Kacchan’s mouth on her.
The blonde hummed cruelly into her pussy, knowing that it always made Izuku crazy, and mindless now when combined with unrelenting buzz of the vibrator against the swollen ache of her clit.
It was Kacchan’s retaliation, then, at Izuku getting ahead of herself and taking pleasure for herself.
It wasn’t her fault, though! She was just— she was just so close, she could feel it spreading through out her body like a wildfire in Texas. She was so desperate, more than she’d like to admit, the overwhelming sensations fusing together after too much time.
Izuku whimpered when Kacchan dialed up the intensity of the vibrator, looking at her as she did so. The heady gaze of those red eyes was her undoing, because suddenly a sharp spike of heat was shooting down her spine and her body went so taut.
“Oh! Ah, oh, Kacchan— Kacchan, I’m cumming, I’m cumming, yeah- ” Her jaw dropped in a silent moan, Kacchan’s mouth not letting up for a single moment. It was her favourite thing to do, getting Izuku through her orgasms, keeping her head firm between thick thighs and tongue strokes sure on her pussy with kitten licks against Izuku’s hole which was spurting slick as she came.
She melted as it rolled through her, her hips twitching against a willing mouth and slick lips. Broken whines slipped out as she rocked into Kacchan’s face just a few more times before she truly went lax against the bed, trembling with aftershocks.
And by the grace of an unknown god, Kacchan finally turned off that damned vibrator, which shone with her slick, being so kind as not to let Izuku be plunged into overstimulation with too much on her too sensitive clit.
Izuku petted at blonde hairs where the head full of them pillowed itself against her thigh, squeezing and appraising the skin there. Kacchan looked so dreamy.
Izuku was quick to pull her up for a kiss, overcome with the need to be close. (She was always clingy after she came, Kacchan knew that too.)
She could taste herself when their lips met, but she sighed into it nonetheless, more concerned with how Kacchan’s hands stroked under her jaw and and down her sides.
“Gross ass fuck,” she muttered against Izuku’s lips, tone too fond to be more than a tease. “You’ll always be a freak, won’t you?”
Izuku smiled and wrapped her arms fully around Katsuki’s neck. “Hnn, that was really good Kacchan, thank you.”
“Damn right it was,” she said righteously. Her ego was only a tad deflated post-UA, but Izuku knew her ears were definitely tinged pink from the praise.
“Don’t think your job is done yet, Izuku. You don’t get to lay there and take it all night!”
A taunt. Izuku’s legs were jelly and Kacchan knew that.
“Give me a bit,” she whined petulantly, wrapping her legs around Katsuki’s trim waist. “Stay close,” she mumbled into the crook of her neck.
Kacchan rolled her eyes, but held Izuku close nonetheless.
Kacchan always went back to being soft for her. She loved Izuku, after all.