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Your leg wouldn't stop bouncing. Your shoulders slumped forward nervously. It wasn't the anxiety that was chewing through you, though.
Shame.
The sinking guilt of knowing that this is all your fault. The reason the both of you were here. At couples therapy.
"Mr and Mrs. Bakugo? I'm ready to see the two of you."
Katsuki stood up first, then you followed. Your footsteps echoed in the hallway. The only thing that grounded you was his hand holding yours. It wasn't like normal. You weren't holding him back. He was holding you.
You both sat down on the couch in front of her. He layed his hand on your thigh reassuringly, but he looked straight ahead, meanwhile you stared down at your legs.
Your ugly, disgusting legs.
"What made you decide to come here today?"
She seemed nice enough, but you didn't really trust her.
"Its umm..." your husband answered for the both of you.
"We've been having issues... in bed."
"Oh, well, how long have you been married?"
"Four years." You finally spoke, but didn't look up. She smiled.
"I see. Thats usually the time when couple start having issues like that. So, tell me; when did this start?"
"Maybe a few months ago... its because of..."
-1 week ago-
"Babe, where are you?" He called out as you stepped out of the bathroom. You thought you had told him that you were in the shower, but maybe you'd forgotten. All those damn painkillers must be messing with my head... you'd thought to yourself.
"Y/n, are you- oh..." He finally saw you and looked your wet, toweled body up and down.
"Hey~" You blushed and looked away like a teenager; he still never failed to make you feel like one.
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He tilted your chin to look at him.
"You look gorgeous like this, you know that?
You mumbled a laugh and pulled the towel closer. His free hand slides up to the edge of the towel just beside your arm. You felt the warmth pooling in your lower abdomen when he touched you so gently, and your smile widened.
"May I?"
"When have you ever had to ask?" You answered in a velvety voice.
The towel was on the floor before you could even process it, then he lifted you effortlessly bridal style and practically threw you onto the bed.
Katsuki's quirk made his body temperature hotter than average, so he was almost always shirtless around the house, which was convenient for times just like these.
Just as he went to climb on top of you, though, he looked down at your legs and paused. They were covered in deep, red scratches, some that even penetrated layers of skin.
"Holy shit, y/n-" you cut him off before he could finish.
"No, Kats, its fine! Really!" You begged frantically.
"Are you-"
"Yes, I'm sure." You said firmly.
Katsuki begrudgingly agreed and leaned down to blanket you.
Your arms wrapped around his back as you kissed slowly. But as his arms kept him balanced above you as to not crush you, your hands wandered down to your thighs.
Itchy.
You started to scratch. So softly that he shouldn't have been able to notice it, but one thing you had to know about Katsuki was that he was super observant.
Of course he caught it.
He broke the kiss and sat up then gently but firmly grabbed your forearms.
"Y/n, you're doing it again."
He was right. You were doing it again.
You couldn't help it. They always itched. All the time, since a few months ago. Katsuki had tried to convince you to wear pants more, but you hated how they felt - aside from sweatpants, which were too hot to wear day-to-day. You had become insecure about them, but you covered it up with makeup. But now, there were no covers, just the disgusting mess you created.
You couldn't keep it in anymore.
"I- Im sorry, Kats, im s-sorry!"
Before you knew it, tears were pouring down your face, and you couldn't stop stammering broken apologies.
Your husband, while still straddling you, pulled the both of you to sit up. One hand cupped your cheek while the other held your waist, rubbing up and down slowly.
Katsuki was not known to be good with emotions, but worry came to him as naturally as breathing.
Especially with you.
"Hey, look at me, its ok. Im not mad."
How could he always read your mind?
"I-I always ruin it. Every single time I start c-crying."
"Ssssssh, its ok. Im here." He kissed the top of your head and held you against his chest for the rest of the night.
This was how it'd been the last few times.
- present -
The car ride home was silent. 300 dollars down the drain. But at least now you both knew that therapy was useless. It was his idea, anyway.
You looked over at Katsuki; his eyes were focused one the road, face unreadable. You reached for your chest and gripped your seat belt.
When you walked inside, Katsuki went straight to the bathroom beside your bedroom. No words. No invite.
You collapsed down onto the bed bet soon sat up to stare at the bathroom door. You thought about every night you'd ruined. How disappointed he must have been every time it happened. How he must wish he could just feel pleasure - feel good - for one night. You didn't cry this time, though, because you had an idea.
You got up and walked over to the door. You could hear the water rushing on the other side; you imagined the water running down his back.
You knocked twice and the water quickly turned off, followed by a grunt.
"H-hey, Kats, you know, I was thinking... I just... I think that i need you to just do it."
Silence.
"What?"
"J-just do it." Your voice shook. "I trust you, and we know the safe word, so just- i just need you to do it, even if you have to hold me down."
"Y/n, I can't..."
Katsuki was terrified of hurting you, and it was something you two had never done before.
"Please! Its- its what I need..."
Another pause.
"Get ready on the bed."
Your breath hitched, but you obeyed swiftly. Despite yourself, you couldn't help but be excited. You stripped quickly and waited on the bed for him.
When he walked out of the the bathroom with a towel wrapped low around his hips, he gave you a once over before discarding his towel and climbing onto the bed. He looked down at you the held one side of your face.
"You're not gonna touch yourself tonight. Not at all. You're not gonna hurt yourself. You're not gonna scratch. Not this time.
Your breath hitched. He wasn't usually so dominant, but you found your body to be enjoying it.
"Understood."
"Good." He grunted before getting up to grab one of your scrunchies.
"This should do," he said before using it to tie your hands behind your back.
"I thought of getting handcuffs, but this should do for now. But I swear, if you try do pull that shit again, I'll tie you to the bed and rearrange your guts, got it!?"
You huff out a laugh and smile up at him.
"What? Whats so funny?"
"Nothing just... you always think of everything."
Instead of responding, he crashed his lips into yours and pushed you down onto the bed. He was usually gentle to begin with, but not this time. This time, he wasn't gonna give you the chance to back out.
You moaned into his mouth as he began grinding his naked body against yours. It felt odly good to go this fast. To put your mind at ease and let your lover do all the work.
Itchy.
He sat up just just enough to position himself in between your legs, but then looked up at you.
Even like this, after years of this, he'd be damned if he didn't ask for permission every single time like he was your boyfriend.
As soon as you nodded, he thrusted forward and buries himself. You let out a long moan, and tilted your head back.
And suddenly, the itch disappeared.
"Keep making those noises, and you'll see what you do to me, gorgeous," Katsuki groaned as he started pounding.
You let out a long chain of high and low noises that only drove him further. He didn't let up until you finally gave out; he came with you. He continued to thrust though your shared orgasms, slowing to a stop until you both collapsed.
The two of you layed there for a while, just panting and trying to recover. Finally, Katsuki lifted his head. His eyes were glossed over and just barely open, but he made the effort to look you in the eyes.
"Ready for more?"
"Yes... fuck, yes."
With that, the blondie sat up and pulled you to straddle his lap. He started by rubbing your bound arms up and down, reminding you of your binding.
A chill ran down your spine as he delicately brushed his teeth against your collar bone before biting down softly at the junction between your neck and shoulder. As he continued to kiss and mark your skin, his hands gripped your thighs from below and lifted you up. Slowly, he began to lower you onto his already hard cock.
"Dont worry, just because you're riding doesn't mean you'll have to do the work." You responded with nothing more than a moan as your ass hits his balls.
He began bouncing you up and down on his lap at a steady rhythm. You moaned and leaned against him, wishing you could hold onto something. He instantly caught on and wrapped one arm around you. With his other hand, he raked through your hair and tugged your head aside to give himself better access.
Both his love bites and his thrusts become more impatient, pounding into you relentlessly. Finally, with a bite to your shoulder that produced a cry of pain and pleasure from you, he came. You quickly followed suit, your orgasm ripping through your entire body.
Your body tagged against his, and your husband held you close to his chest.
"I got you... good job, babe..."
You nuzzled your face into his neck, earning a little laugh out of him. You were dead tired. After taking off the scrunchie from your wrists, Katsuki pulled out of you slowly then reached over to the bedside table to grab a towel. He whipped the both of you down and pulled the blanket up. He held you close until you fell asleep, with his nose buried in your hair. Finally, he kissed your head goodnight and dosed off.