resurrect my dead heart [KiriBaku x depressed! reader]

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!Tw! Same as the last chap, relapsing, trauma, it's smutty but sentimental
It's lime, not a lemon. Learn the citrus scale. Also, this is my first time writing something like this so- I also tried to make it less "sex" -more "love making"

A sudden bang resounded from my door. "Shit, shit, shit!" I fumbled. Between Kirishima's obvious 'arousal' and my being topless, no matter who it is, we're fucked.

"We are so fucked if that's your dad" Kiri whisper shouted. "Get in the closet, dingus!" I whispered at him, falling off my bed to grab my discarded shirt.

Another Loud bang came from my door. Kiri dove into my closet and I yanked my shirt over my head. "Come in!" I shout to whoever's at my door.

In walks the one and only Bakugo Katsuki. He slammed the door shut and locked it. "Leave" I state simply. He looks me dead in the eyes.

"No" he seethes back. I awkwardly stand by my closet as katsuki struts further into my room.

He stopped at my bed and held up Kirishima's shirt. Shit

"You 'n' Kiri celebrating or something," he asked mockingly. "No. That's just a shirt he gave me" I snap back. "You mean the shirt he was wearing last night, okay, sure" he sarcastically figured.

"Even if something happened, it wouldn't be any of your business" I stated. "Yeah, it is. Kirishima's my boyfriend" he declared defensively.

"Ok and. He's my boyfriend too" I went on. "What? Are you implying that we aren't together? Cause it sounded an awful lot like that's what you're saying" he hesitated.

"Whooptie doo Einstein" I mock, not wasting a second in response.

"We're not over and done with" he shouted. "Yeah, We are Bakugo! You're the one who decided that!" I yell back.

"Yeah, and I made a mistake! We're not done!" Bakugo insisted. "Then prove it! Prove to me that you still love me!" I yelled. I huffed in anger. He stood there, just staring at me.

"You want proof? God dammit I'll give you proof" he mumbled, stomping over to me and discarding Kirishima's shirt on my floor.

He picked me up and dropped me on my bed. He pinned my wrists above my head, kissing me hungrily. He stopped and pulled off his shirt. "Bakugo-" "don't say anything. Do I have permission" he almost demanded. I nodded.

"Use your words, bear" he growled. I felt his hips slightly rock against mine. I shuttered in lust.

He grabbed my face to make me look at him. "Words, doll" he repeated. "Yes," I stutter out.

Why did I say yes?

I flip him over, straddling him, and roll my hips against him. He groaned.

I lightly massage his neck and look at him. "Are you okay with this?" I asked. He nodded. My hand flew to his hair tugging it gently, forcing him to look into my eyes.

"Words, baby" I taunt, rolling my hips again. "N- yes!" He almost shouted. I giggle a little. I apply a small amount of pressure to his neck.

I pull off my shirt and toss it aside. I run small pecks up bakugo's neck, rocking my hips unconsciously at times. I see bakugo start getting worked up, gripping my waist. I kiss him, slipping my tongue into his mouth. He pauses me for a second. "I need a second" he stated simply.

I nodded simply, somewhat confused. His hands freely wandering, he traced my skin with a look on his face that made it hard to tell what he was thinking. I looked at where he was tracing.

It was scars. The old lacerations across my body, the ones from years ago and the ones from just last year. I sigh and sat with my knees pressed against my chest, out of his touch, away from him.