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Event: Angstpril 2025 by @chaos-company Prompt: Day 2: Chronic pain Fandom: My Hero Academia Ship: Bakugou Katsuki x Midoriya Izuku, BakuDeku Rating: Explicit (Like what E means. Unless you mean ecstasy, which, fair) Tags: Chronic pain, sex, explicit sex, it's cute and wholesome and warm, Bakugou "looks after" Deku IYKYK, bath time
His bones were stitched together with steel threads. Every morning, the ache began. He’d stretch and groan. The smothered embers of old wounds burned in his joints. Alone in his room, he’d cry. Soft, warm tears would soak his crumpled pillow that was half off the bed. Shoved to the side from the tossing and turning. He’d curse and scream. He was trapped in a body that wouldn’t work. He was ready for a new day. Mentally excited to jump into the training and classes.
But his body…
It wasn’t keeping up.
Katsuki would enter. The familiar footsteps would cross the floor, and pick his limp body from the mattress. They were in their last year now. Adults. But this tradition started years ago. The blonde would carry him to the bath, lay him down in the scalding water, and wash his hair. Soft scrubs. How tenderly he’d reach between his legs to clean the intimate sections. Izuku let out a soft moan. Having his man working him over like that, as the heat soothed his battered body…
Euphoric.
Katsuki thought so too.
The normally explosive blonde wordlessly stripped down, exposing himself. He climbed in behind Izuku and held him. Kissing his temple, hands massaging thighs, fingers…deep inside of him. Before Izuku could fully make sense of the situation, Katsuki gave a solid thrust inside his lover.
“Fuck…” Izuku moaned, his head rolling back to rest on Katsuki’s shoulder. It was a lazy pace. Easy. Both needing close more than release.
“Shhhh. I’ve got you.” Katsuki whispered. And he did. He always did.
Closer and closer. Izuku couldn’t keep himself quiet. His hands reached up to pull Katsuki’s face to his. He needed more. More taste. More of him. The kiss was the downfall. It was searing. Desperate.
Izuku tumbled over the edge, a guttural moan releasing from his throat as he released. Katsuki wasn’t far behind. Rocking into his lover, he crashed over that edge with a solid “Fuck.” As he grabbed onto Izuku’s hips for dear life.
The two lay like that. Easy. Together. Pressed and held in the bath. The chronic pain is always there. But Katsuki allowing him the pleasure of forgetting to remember it, if only for a moment.