part two || mini series || one, two
katsuki bakugou x reader x izuku midoriya ||| angst, cheating, oc powers, toxic relationships, implied smut
Lack of communication leads to miscommunication. But when will Bakugo, Y/N and Izuku learn?
“Holy SHIT! Bro, slow the FUCK DOWN!”
Kirishima grabbed onto the handle above him, praying for dear life that Bakugo wouldn’t drive the two of them into ongoing traffic.
Yeah, Kirishima definitely wished he just mind his business and kept his mouth shut.
It wasn’t his business if Y/N was at Deku’s. But as the manly man he was, he had to keep the bro-code and look out for his bro.
But holy fuck did Bakugo scare him when Kirishima mentioned Deku. Next thing Eijiro knew was Bakugo telling him to put his seatbelt on, pushing one-ten down the freeway.
“Fuckin’ Deku! The bastard already has everything, now he wants my fucking wife?”
Kirishima frowned, “Bro, you cheated— “
“DON’T YOU THINK I KNOW THAT SHITTY HAIR?” Bakugo shouted back, gripping the steering wheel with everything in him to keep himself focused on the road.
“Do you honestly think going to her like this is going to help you guys? Come on man! Let’s be honest here; you fucked up. Plus, you haven’t even told her everything about the other girl— “
“I know that, damnit!” Bakugo barked back at his best friend, not wanting him to finish his sentence.
“And how do you plan on breaking things off with your side chick, man? Since you know everything.”
There was an eerie silence in the car following Kirishima’s comment. Katsuki refusing to remove his intense glare from the road.
“Let me show you what it’s like to truly be loved, Y/N.”
You never expected things to go so far.
Your heart skipped a beat, the kiss reminding you of that night in the common room.
Feelings you tried your hardest to repress came jolting through you, the smell of Izuku’s conditioner tickling your senses. His hands tangled in your hair.
The soft jazz playing in the background did nothing to help soothe your rapidly beating heart.
You couldn’t say you hadn’t thought about what would happen if you had pursued Izuku.
There was obvious tension whenever you two were in the same room together. His eyes wandering over your body whenever you wore your hero suit, always adverting those damn green orbs whenever you’d catch him staring.
The two of you were so in sync in battle that both of your fans began to notice the connection. You were always there in the nick of time, as if your eyes were constantly on him; even with a villain in your grasp.
But, you were married. Public news.
You had a family. Hell, you had children and civilians that looked up to you.
You had thought about it countless of times, before you were even aware of Katsuki’s affair. But..
“I don’t want to stoop to his level.” You tried to pull away, but Izuku gently took your hands and brought them to his lips.
“You’re nothing like kacchan,” Izuku kissed your hand, emerald eyes gazed into your own. You nearly forgot to breathe under his gaze.
“You’re Y/N Y/L/N, the woman I’ve been in love with since the day you graced U.A with your presence.”
He placed another kiss on your hand, his lips meeting the cold metal of your wedding band.
He felt guilty of course, he recognized that he was creating conflict by trying to pursue you as if you weren’t already Mrs. Y/N Bakugo. Many would view Izuku as a selfless gentleman—he was All Might’s successor after all.
Yet here he was; trying to convince you to take him on as your side dude.
“Can I think on this, Izuku? This is—well, a lot has happened and I— “
You heard your phone chime, startling you as you recognizing the distinguished text tone that you had specifically picked out for Bakugo. Izuku awkwardly let your hands go, the two of you suddenly realizing how close you were.
“T-Take all the time you need, Y/N.” Izuku smiled, his cheeks were pink when he rubbed the back of his head. You hadn’t noticed the neat undercut last night, but now you realized just how good the haircut looked on him.
Was he always so attractive?
The sound of Katsuki’s ringtone going off several more times finally brought you back to the present.
You excused yourself and went into the bedroom to grab your phone off of Izuku’s bed. Instantly feeling the anxiety bubbling up in your gut, turning it sour.
boom baby💥: the old hag took Nat for the week.
boom baby💥: where are you Y/N?
boom baby💥: stop fuckin with me Y/N Bakugo where the fuck are you?
boom baby💥: Y/N I SWEAR TO GOD
You scoffed, tossing the phone back onto Izuku’s bed. Let him suffer—the fucking dick.
He can handle not hearing from you for another hour or two.
You straighten up Midoriya’s bed and stripped from his shirt, showing off your plain black tank top underneath.
Once you gathered all of your things together and folded Izuku’s shirt you stepped into the bathroom to shower, mentally prepping yourself for the day.
Feeling refreshed after your shower, you threw on the plain white hoodie and sweats Izuku had laid out for you, then checked to see if you had any more messages from Katsuki.
You texted Mitsuki to see how your daughter was doing.
Mitsuki was quick to respond, except she just sent you a selfie of herself, Masaru and Natsuki instead. Natsuki was smiling from ear to ear with her grandparents, pulling on both of their spiky hair. You sighed.
You truly missed your little girl.
Just as you were about to step out of the bedroom you heard a knock at the front door.
“Uh—hold on!” You heard Izuku shout, curious you cracked open the bedroom door to see who it was.
The minute Izuku got to the door, he checked the peephole.
You saw his face light up. “Oh, hey Kirishima! Just give me a sec,”
Izuku called out, unlocking the door to see an uneasy Kirishima who adverted eye contact.
You felt uncomfortable, a nagging feeling in your gut becoming intense by the second. The sight of your husband’s best friend wasn’t a good sign.
Kirishima stood there awkwardly in front of Deku, unable to explain the situation. “Uh, h-hey Deku! Listen, man can we— “
“Where is my wife, Deku?!”
Bakugo spat, intense red eyes peering at Izuku from behind the redhead. “What is my wife doing in your shitty apartment?”
“K-Kacchan?! Wait a second—”
Katsuki pushed past Kirishima, his fist clenched. Kirishima tried his best to contain the fury that was Bakugo.
Even as a pro hero Kirishima was no match for Bakugo when he was pissed about you. Hell, even Izuku knew that. He often found himself on the receiving end of Ground Zero’s wrath.
“I should fucking kill you, you piece of shit.” Bakugo grabbed Izuku by his shirt, ignoring Kirishima’s protests. “Where is she?”
“Y/N is here, Kacchan. She’s getting ready to leave now—Why didn’t you just call your wife and ask?” Deku swatted Bakugo’s hand, releasing his grip on the shirt.
Bakugo could smell you on him, the same strong yet pleasing fragrance he knew by heart. Your intoxicating scent provoked his natural instincts—as if he were some wild beast.
He could smell you all over him.
That’s when Katsuki noticed. Your E/C eyes staring at him from the corner of the room.
In that fucking nerd’s clothes nonetheless.
It happened too fast—like a blur. Kirishima shouted, he tried to pull Bakugo back to the exit, while Izuku held his bleeding nose. Katsuki didn’t feel his knuckles throbbing. He honestly didn’t care to even tune into Kirishima.
No—his attention remained on the green haired bastard in front of him.
Emerald eyes stared daggers into his own, as if one were daring the other to try. You ran to Deku’s side to tend to his bleeding nose.
That made Bakugo’s blood boil.
“Stay the FUCK away from my wife or I’ll blow your fucking place up with you in it.” He taunted, ready to kick Deku’s ass at any moment.
“Nice going Kacchan, you certainly sound like the number two pro hero.” Deku jeered, wiping his nose. “You don’t own Y/N! She has her own life, career —friends. Even if you do try to keep her from us.”
“Oh, for the love of—would you two cut it out!” You shouted.
“You don’t know shit, Deku.” Katsuki retorted. His hands started to spark, smoke rising from his palms.
“Oh—but I know more than you think, Kacchan.” Izuku pushed you behind him, green electricity running up his arm.
Bakugo made the first move, quick to sprint towards Deku with a smoking hand. Katsuki watched Deku’s hands come down in front of him in a fighting stance, ready to block any of his reckless blows.
“That’s ENOUGH!” You shouted, your eyes glowed a bright white light before a large bubble appeared around both Bakugo and Deku.
You had put them in a time sphere, one of the many powers of your quirk. The two of them at a standstill leaving Bakugo airborne, arm cocked back—his explosion only half initiated.
“Now—listen to me!” You huffed, “Katsuki we are going home—now.” You motioned for Kirishima to be on standby for Bakugo. You frowned at Izuku’s frozen frame, his arm outstretched to protect you from danger, with his free arm position to block Bakugo’s pending attack. “Midoriya, I’m sorry for this.”
You swiped your hand back to rewind the two. Sending them back just enough to avoid a gaping hole in Izuku’s apartment.
Katsuki hesitated, he felt that weird feeling of déjà vu. Being as perceptive as he was, he knew it was his wife’s doing. “I fucking hate when you do that.”
“Just—Oh my god—just go Katsuki!”
You snapped, waiting for Kirishima to take Katsuki far away from Izuku’s apartment.
You felt lightheaded after using your quirk; maternity leave had left you rusty. You took a step, nearly losing your balance before Izuku grabbed your hand to help steady you.
“You have to be careful using your quirk like that Y/N!” He chastised you, although he smiled. You somehow felt like he simply enjoyed seeing your quirk in action.
“Let me walk you to your car.”
The drive back to the gym was long, and uncomfortably quiet for both Bakugo and Kirishima.
Bakugo wanted to ride back with his wife, but no—instead he was stuck with shitty hair. You wouldn’t even make eye contact with him, and he had a weird feeling about you and that damn nerd.
The entire drive Bakugo was typing away on his phone. He said nothing the entire ride; he merely tapped away at the screen.
Kirishima glanced over at Bakugo, before focusing back on the road.
“Hey man—just give Y/N her space right now. Everything is getting outta hand.”
“Huh? What?” Katsuki looked up from his phone, “Oh, yeah whatever shitty hair.” He murmured.
He was definitely still pissed but Katsuki was more interested in the message he was sending. Only placing his phone away when the car came to a complete stop.
“We’re here bro. Get home safe—okay?” Kirishima said, as he put the car in park. He wasted no time handing Katsuki his keys; ready to go home after today’s ordeal.
Kirishima unlocked his car door and hopped in. He didn’t bother to wait for a reply, he knew he wasn’t getting one.
Katsuki waited for Kirishima’s car to be fully out of view before he got into the drivers seat. He put an address in his phone and turned the key in the ignition.
He had to handle things on his end.
Izuku wished All Might was still with him, because he could definitely use some advice right now.
The smile on his face vanished as soon as your car was out of sight.
The walk back from the parking lot to his empty apartment seemed so much longer. Thoughts of you plaguing his mind as he stepped back into his home.
He picked up both plates off of the kitchen counter and loaded them into the sink. He had made a lot of food since he expected you to stay longer. But after what he asked you?
No, after what had happened with Kacchan—He doubted you’d ever call him again.
Midoriya sauntered into his room, taking his blood-stained shirt off before he treads past his bed. He noticed his bed was made, his All Might T-shirt neatly folded in the center with a ‘thank you’ note written in your distinguished handwriting.
Izuku couldn’t hide the dopey grin on his face, minus the ache of his nose.
Of course, she would make the bed.
He plucked his favorite shirt off the bed and put it on. Your flowery scent engulfing him, making him sigh in remembrance.
Oh no—he had kissed you. He had professed his love for his closest friend. Moreover, he offered you the opportunity to do exactly what Bakugo had done to you.
Smooth, Izuku, real smooth.
He needed to lay down, to clear his mind of what had just transpired in his living room.
If only Kacchan hadn’t showed up then maybe…
God—what would have happened if Kacchan hadn’t of showed up?
Izuku tried to push every improper thought out of his mind. He respected how you felt more than anything. He didn’t want to come off as if he was taking advantage of your situation. No, he would never do that.
He just had to tell you how he felt. Holding in his feelings for so long finally getting the best of him. He still hadn’t fully recovered after the wedding—let alone the birth of your daughter.
He wished he told you how he felt after game night. He wished he told you his feelings long before Kacchan came along.
He just wished you would see him—Izuku Midoriya the man; not the shy teenage boy from when they were students at U.A.
He wanted to give you space, he did. But with how heated you were when you left, Midoriya assumed you would understand why he was reaching out.
Izuku sent a simple message, just asking if you made it home safely and if you were okay. He knew how much your quirk could drain you from all the times he had to take you to Recovery Girl.
It didn’t take long for his phone to ding, a smile crept on his face when he saw your name.
When Katsuki made it back to the house you two shared, the sun had started to set.
He was surprised to see the porch light on. Only you ever remembered to turn the porch light on at sundown. He noticed your car parked inside the garage with the garage door open still; so, he knew you weren’t staying long.
You opened the front door before Katsuki made it up the steps. He could tell from how your arms were crossed that you were still pissed about last night.
Well Katsuki was still pissed too.
“And I waited for you Y/N.” He hissed, shoving his hands into his pockets as he walked past you.
Neither of you made eye contact.
You shut the door behind him, and followed him into the bedroom. “You didn’t call me, Katsuki. Honestly, you never do so I didn’t think you even cared.”
“Oh—so that means you go and fuck that nerd, Deku?” Katsuki laughed, “Why, aren’t you a fuckin’ genius.”
You scoffed, “Really? That’s the best you got? Like you weren’t balls deep in some bitch? You have a lot of nerv—”
“So, you’re not denying that you fucked him?” Katsuki’s voice got louder, he turned around to see your face.
You could not believe this fucking guy.
He rolled his eyes, cutting you off once again. “It’s not that obvious when you’re wearing his fucking clothes!”
“Can you let me speak?! God—you’re so— you’re so insufferable, Katsuki. I didn’t sleep with Izuk—“
“SO WHY DIDN’T YOU COME HOME?” He shouted at you, and you felt your blood boil.
“You’re out all night and then I find you at that fucking nerd’s place? You didn’t answer your phone—YOU’RE WEARING HIS FUCKING CLOTHES Y/N!” With every point he makes he puts up another finger.
“Did that bastard put his dirty hands on you?” Katsuki husked, walking up to you, his larger frame towered over your own. He grabbed you by your chin and tilted your head up so you could look at him.
You didn’t know what to say.
Those piercing red eyes bore into yours with pure unrelenting desire. You could feel your face grow hot, feeling extremely worked up around the hothead.
“Tch, I don’t even want to know.”
Katsuki pressed his lips hungrily against yours, wasting no time reclaiming you. He pressed his body against yours to prevent you from escaping.
You pushed against his chest and Katsuki grabbed your wrists, pinning both of your hands together above your head. He kissed and nipped the crook of your neck, marking what rightfully was his. Even after a year he still remembered exactly where you were the most sensitive. “Mmm—no, K-Katsuki—“ He smirked into your neck, that sexy little voice of yours coaxing him on.
You hated how much you missed his touch.
“You’re fuckin’ mine, Y/N.” He growled against your ear, nipping at your earlobe. His hand working it’s way into the waistband of your white sweats. “Don’t you dare forget that—”
You both heard Katsuki’s phone shrill in his pocket, Kaminari’s ringtone filling the room.
He tried to ignore the call, biting the sensitive spot on your neck again. His fingers grazed over your most sensitive area, tracing circles around the thin fabric until he felt it grow damp. Every tantalizing, lewd thought he had all year was finally about to come to fruition.
But the phone rung to no avail. Forcing the blond to pull his hand out of your pants so he could silence the annoying device. You took the moment to get yourself together, slightly panting as you touched your bruised lips.
What Katsuki hadn’t intended on was the condom wrapper to fall out of his pocket when he pulled his phone out.
Your eyes went straight to the gold wrapper, laid split open missing the rubber inside.
It didn’t take Katsuki long to catch on to what you were staring at, his arms dropping to his side in shock. He was rendered speechless; eyebrow furrowed as he anticipated your next move.
He expected you to argue with him, cry, hell—even hit him. Not just sit there with that unreadable look he hated so much. He needed anything— something.
But instead you were quiet, calm even.
“Y/N—listen, I can explain—“ You pushed him off of you, and crossed your arms.
“No, Katsuki. I can’t do this anymore.” You forced yourself to laugh. “Who are we fooling? This..ugh,no—we just don’t work.”
“Stop saying stupid shit! I didn’t sleep with her dumbass! I went to end it—“
That was when you interrupted him. “So, you were still seeing her? The whole time I assume? I mean we’re not fucking so I don’t get why you have condoms—” You shook your head, fuck it.
“Y’know what? I don’t give a fuck anymore. Do you, Katsuki.”
You walked past Katsuki, and grabbed your large tote purse off your shared dresser. He noticed it was filled to the brim with your personal stuff.
He noticed how uncomfortably clean the room was—all of your personal things were missing.
Even the wedding portrait that sat on your vanity—gone.
“Wait—where the hell are you going?”
He tried to sound upset, but just came off weak with his voice breaking slightly. He couldn’t let you leave, he knew you wouldn’t come back if he did.
“Don’t worry about that.” You said nonchalantly. You threw your purse over your shoulder before walking out of the bedroom, stepping on the condom wrapper without a second thought.
You heard Katsuki storm out the room behind you, shouting about shit you no longer cared for.
This was the final straw.
You refused to keep yourself in a cycle of heartbreak. He just wasn’t going to change—at least not for you. You had finally came to your senses. Although it hurt like hell, you knew it was time to leave.
“Y/N JUST FUCKIN’ LISTEN TO ME!” Bakugo ran outside after you, tears threatening to spill from his eyes, his worst nightmare was unfolding right in front of him.
You went to your car and shoved your purse in the passenger seat. Boxes and bags were neatly packed in the back seat and trunk of your car.
Katsuki saw some Natsuki’s things in the backseat. Her pack n’ play, as well as the spare car seat your mother had bought you. Katsuki felt as if a dagger was plunged into his gut.
“Y-You’re not taking my fucking daughter from me, you hear me?” He put his hand on the back door, trying to open the door to take Natsuki’s things out.
You locked it before he had the chance.
“I hear you—and I would never do that to you.” You turned to face him. “But now you hear me, Katsuki Bakugo.”
You walked up to him, keeping your hands together before taking his hand in yours.
You placed your wedding band in the palm of his hand.
