"Be Still, Just for Me" {Bakugo x Reader}

Day 26

CW: This chapter contains mature themes and mild sexual content. PLEASE know that I do read all comments made and if any of them are gross or make me uncomfortable, I have the power to delete them or will at least tell you to stop. Other people read this story, sex is not the main focus, so please refrain from making any unnecessarily lewd or otherwise inappropriate comments if you respect me, the author, and others who read it. Thank you.

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Rustling sheets. Sunshine peeking through the curtains. Warmth against his chest. Turning his face to bury it fully into the pillow was a futile attempt to avoid waking up just yet. But he realized something was... different. Nothing separated his bare skin from yours or the slightly-stiff sheets after they'd been pulled from your closet the night before. Registering that he was, in fact, naked made his spine stiffen like a rod until he settled back down with a stress-relieving exhale against the crown of your head. Last night wasn't a ridiculously elaborate dream, then. It was real and so were you sleeping peacefully under his arm. Katsuki couldn't help but bury his nose in your hair and memorize your scent all over again in his sleepy bliss.

Slowly, he peeked one eye open to stare at you through a bleary early-morning lens. Soft shoulders sloping down to your bare back, barely shifting with each even breath you took, in and out. Even seeing so little, he knew you were beautiful, remembered, reminisced. Selfishly, Katsuki hoped you'd want to share more moments like that with him. He didn't even know what he liked, really, his lack of experience showing horribly like standing on a spotlit stage while expected to perform after only having practiced a handful of times. Practice, if you were willing to oblige, was what he needed, wanted. It still made his ears burn, but he didn't care. Not when there was so little left to hide.

But all of this, with you, would be impossible soon. He didn't really know how he would cope when he left and arrived back home to his normal life and routine. Had he asked himself the question weeks ago, he would have laughed, but things had changed drastically since then, and he was no longer afraid. Maybe that would change towards the end... but not now.

It didn't take long for him to feel you rouse awake against him as your hand groped for his under the sheets, fingers entangled. You rubbed comforting circles into his knuckles. As nice as this was, he really hoped you didn't want to laze around all day in bed. Sure enough, you groaned and whined before letting go of his hand and turned around to face him, pillow-rustled hair falling into your eyes. With your hands folded under your pillow, you smiled at him. What a sight to wake up to.

"Good morning," you mumbled sleepily as his eyes sparkled in the dawn light. Bakugo- no, Katsuki, now- must've already been awake since his own smile didn't hold the same amount of drowsiness. If you didn't know his personality better, you'd swear he was an angel, his blonde hair a halo that framed his face perfectly.

"Ohayo," Katsuki purred as he let a hand trail up the goosebumps of your lower back. The pads of his fingers were calloused, but his touch was delicate. Nibbling your lower lip between your teeth, you couldn't help but scoot closer to him, his warmth, his touch, legs tangled together like a thick knot.

You placed the flat of your palm against his broad chest, Katsuki's heartbeat thumping against your skin telling you he was alive and real and here with you. His legs shifted against yours, muscles twitching in a way that conveyed wordlessly his restlessness as you pressed your body against his and slid your hand across a thin scar, mapping his skin under your palm, memorizing the hills and valleys that formed his neck and shoulders. A shiver escaped him. The thick, slow bob of the Adam's apple in his throat gave away his pitiful attempt at composure under your touch. Katsuki leaned down and captured your lips in a soft good morning kiss. But you wanted more, whatever he had to offer.