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“I had a lot of fun tonight,” you grinned at him, stopping just outside of the restaurant the two of you had spent the last couple of hours chatting and eating at.
It had been your 3rd date with Bakugo Katsuki, one of the top pro heroes as of current. The two of you had met when someone he worked with suggested the company you work for’s support items. You had been the engineer designated to his case and the two of you spent a couple week nights together redesigning some of his gear. Once you’d announced that the drafts were finalized and you could finally start working, he’d asked you out. It had been shocking, to say the least, but you had agreed almost immediately, immensely charmed by his aggression and passion.
“I did too,” his signature smirk crossing his face, meeting your eyes as he stuffs his hands in his pockets in an attempt to warm himself up.
You contemplate for a moment before summing up your courage, "y'know I’d invite you back to my place but it’s kind of a mess right now.”
“Of fucking course it is,” he grumbles, resulting in a laugh jumping from your throat at his gruffness. “My uh…” he trails off for a second, almost looking nervous, a faint blush visible on the tops of his ears. “My apartment’s clean. My mom said she was gonna drop something off earlier so there might be something weird on the counter but it’s clean.”
“Yeah? You inviting me over to your place, Kats?” He looks down at you, an almost starstruck look on his face.
“Yes I am.” He admits with more confidence than before.
“Lead the way,” You smile up at him, reaching out and grabbing his hand, pulling it from the warmth of his pocket.
He almost looks like he’s about to smile before starting the walk to his car.
You walk hand in hand with a comfortable silence draped over you like a blanket. You can see your breath as you walk, the cold biting at the tip of your nose, pushing you closer to Bakugo’s body heat.
His freshly cleaned car greets you as you turn the corner on the street, you can almost clearly see your reflection in the shine. The car beeps as he unlocks it and opens your door for you, you duck inside quickly and watch him walk around to his side, getting in and turning on the car. You rub your thighs together, trying to warm up as you breathe into your hands. You catch him staring at your shuffling thighs before clearing his throat subtly and starting to back up out of the parking space.
The ride to his apartment is quiet, just like the walk. The radio plays softly as you both quietly let your thoughts run wild thinking about what's to come.
You finally approach his apartment complex, quickly parking and exiting the car to get to the elevator. Your hand itches to reach out to him again. Your eyes meet as the elevator doors close on the two of you, he moves faster than you thought possible.
Within milliseconds, his lips are on yours, one of his hands coming up to wrap around the back of your neck and entangle his fingers in your hair, the other reaching for your waist, bunching up your shirt. In the back of your mind, you realize your back has met the wall of the elevator and the numbers tick up and up in the background. The only thing you can focus on are the lips against you, the way they encompass you, leaving no space to think of anything but that and the warm press of his hands on your skin. Your hands grasp at his hair, realizing how soft his hair is, you lightly tug, resulting in a knee-weakening groan coming from his mouth.
The doors open and you separate just barely, enough to meet each other's eyes.
He quickly grabs the bottom of your thighs, lifting you up against him and exiting the elevator, walking swiftly to his apartment.
You smile against his neck, wrapping your arms tightly around him to keep your grip. You start peppering kisses on his neck, his jawline, his collarbone, as he opens his door and walks the two of you in.
The door slams behind you as you’re pushed up against the wall again, his mouth finding yours and his hips finding a rhythm against yours.
He nips at your lips, a silent ask for entrance to which you respond with a gasp, allowing for his tongue to sneak in.
Before long, he’s breaking the kiss to attach his lips to your neck aggressively, sucking dark purple marks into your skin, leaving small bites that cause you to gasp into the air, your hands tugging at his hair in a silent plea or more? Less? You aren’t sure.
The wall disappears as he lifts you up again, walking you further into the apartment to the kitchen to set you on the island. Your lips meet again in a desperate kiss.
You reach for the hem of his shirt, tracing his abs underneath and tugging on it lightly. He nods into the kiss, leaning back for a second to quickly pull it over his head.
His lips meet yours again as your hands move to trace his pecs and grab his shoulders for support.
Someone clears their throat.
You startle, jumping slightly inside your skin as you break the kiss, looking towards the noise.
Your eyes are met with the set of a female, slightly older, Katsuki standing there with her arms crossed.
You look back to Katsuki, confused.
“Mom! What the fuck are you doing here?” He growls at her, slightly separating the two of you but making no move to put his shirt back on.
“Came to drop off some stuff, remember brat? Your father’s here too, but he’s in the car. Sorry to interrupt your date.” She responds sarcastically.
The two look-alikes glare at each other for a few silent moments before your uneasiness speaks up.
“Um, maybe I should go.”
“No!” Katsuki responds, quickly moving to look at you again, an almost desperate look in his eyes. “No,” He repeats more firmly. “You’re staying, you’re going, you old hag!”
“What? Not gonna introduce me to my future daughter in law?” She laughs like she’s enjoying this.
Your face turns bright red as you watch Katsuki’s face do the same thing.
“Get the fuck out of my apartment hag!” He yells in embarrassment.
You and his mom make eye contact and burst out laughing.