Izukus Pube

Izuku 4L 19😗

[izukuispunk]

I don’t care Izuku fucking midoriya will ALWAYS be the better choice and I will DIE on that hill.

[lumigum1]

pervert!reader makes Bakugo pose for a ‘new suit’ | 18+ | MDNI

cw: both characters are third years, established relationship, LOTS of groping, oral m recieving, p in v, quirk use, kinda rough, assertive/HORNYYYY reader

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“Thanks a bunch Kats.. your suit is gonna look sooooo good....” 

You scribble something down with a dreamy lull, staring at your practically naked boyfriend as he stands in front of you in nothing but his boxers. You see, poor Katsuki hadn’t wanted to be stripped down and used as some drawing mannequin. But when his cute little support course girlfriend started batting her eyelids and pushing her tits up saying she just reeeeeaaaallly wanted to help upgrade his hero suit, he couldn’t help but oblige.

“Tch.. it’s nothing. Just hurry it up will you? I have some training to do with icy hot and the nerd soon..” 

That earns an absentminded nod as you scribble some lines down again. He can’t really see what you’re drawing as you sit against the headboard of your bed with your notebook slightly hidden, but he trusts that you’re doing your job properly.

“How much longer do I gotta do this for?” 

He asks with a grunt, crossing his arms over those delicious looking pecs.

“Oh not long..” 

You say while biting your pencil, cheeks slightly flushed and even a bit of drool escaping the corner of your mouth. You made sure to only set up dim lighting from the orange lamps on your desk and bedside, allowing for the sexiest of shadows to be made in every crevice of his body, as well as perfectly complementing the growing redness of his face. 

Keen to stop him from becoming more impatient, you push your drawing pad to the side and start crawling over the bed towards him. 

“Mmmph.. could you stay still for a minute..? Just.. just gotta do somethin’.. measurements for the suit and all that..” 

Katsuki raises an eyebrow, having not seen a single measuring tape since he entered your room. But, he doesn’t object, even as you stalk your way over to him like some predator. 

“You’re so fuckin’ weird..” 

You giggle in response, walking over and spinning him around with a little force. Your hands start to wander up his back, thumbs pressing into the crevices of each muscle. 

“You love it..” 

He stiffens slightly as he feels your hands go down to his ass but quickly tries to relax as he puts it off as just some weird support course practice. Besides, his pride wouldn’t let him admit that he’s so weak that his girlfriend could get him flustered so easily. 

“I couldn’t have a better model y’know…”

A perverted smirk plays on your lips as you rest your chin on his shoulder and move your hands towards his front. Your boyfriend lets out a shuddering breath as each and every one of his muscles are thoroughly groped. Your hands take a journey from his abs to his chest (where you give them a happy little squeeze before playing it off as trying to get the proportions right.) and then his arms, watching how they flex and relax at every brush of your fingers. 

Before long, you drop the subtlety (at least, what you considered as subtlety) and move in front of him to drop to your knees. 

“Wh- THE HELL ARE YOU DOING WOMAN!?” 

His cheeks are already heated from your little session and his arms are flailed to the side, small explosions setting off from his palms. His legs would’ve been in a more alert stance had you not been hugging his thighs with your cheek pressed up against one of them, looking up at him with what he swears could’ve been actual hearts overtaking your pupils.  

“I jus’ have to look at your legs too.. I won’t be long!” 

You ignore any form of protest and start feeling up his calves and thighs, finally prompting some well earned groans as your fingers nudge near his now growing bulge. 

“Tch.. g-god fucking damnit..”

The hairs on your body stand up and saliva starts to gather at your mouth again as you listen to your sexy man let out even sexier sounds. 

“You’re so sexy baby..” 

You say with a breathy whisper, sticking your tongue out and giving him small kitten licks up his thighs while pushing him back so the backs of his knees hit the base of the bed. 

“Y-Y/n.. fucking hell.. what the fuck are you-“ 

He’s cut off by your extremely swift movements, pushing him onto the bed and crawling onto his legs, planting your face right next to his bulge. 

“Sorry baby..” 

You stick your hips up, hands at his boxers as you nudge his hardness with your cheek. 

“You just felt shooooo good! And you know how I get when I start getting all in my feels…” 

You press a little kiss onto his clothed tip, the back of Katsuki’s hand flying to his mouth as a few more small explosions erupt out his palms.

“You’re fuckin’ unbelievable.. damn creep..” 

A giggle rings out of your mouth.

“You’re the one dating me baby.. now.. just lay back and look sexy.. juuuust like that..” 

He groans lowly as you finally tug his boxers off, immediately going to suck his tip. Salty precum lands on your tongue as you take him further and further in, his hands now holding onto your head and pressing you down.

“Damn.. if you’re gonna suck me off then do it properly.. fuckin’ slut..” 

You moan on his cock, the vibrations of your voice on his member making him throw his head back and run a hand through his hair. 

Before he can cum and get soft again, you pop your mouth off against his hand and sit up on your knees, shimmying your shorts and panties off in one swift motion. You look like you’re about to explode with the way you bite your lip and how your body is currently vibrating with anticipation. Katsuki watches as you twist your body over to your side drawer, not allowing yourself to stop straddling his pretty hips. You open it to reveal how comically full it is with just condoms (all in Katsuki’s size of course), your fingers rummaging through before settling on a regular durex. Katsuki’s lips press into a smug grin after you open the packet and make multiple shaky attempts to slip it onto his hard cock. Once you finally do it, you aim your hips above his, spreading your pathetically soaked hole to recieve him. He leans back on his elbows, glad to finally have some semblance of control in the moment. 

“Damn.. so fuckin’ wet without doing anything? Ya really are a damn pervert..” 

You moan shamelessly at his words, sinking down on him with complete ecstasy. Once you’re fully sheathed on him, your hips begin a ruthless pace of grinding and bouncing. With you, foreplay is too slow and sex is never erotic enough, someone says once in a while that sex is mindblowing? You make sure it’s mindblowing every time. 

Katsuki lets out grunts and groans, trying to sound masculine and in control, but in reality your hips are probably powerful enough to break the explosion hero’s pelvis. Your hands find your nipples and clit, making sure the actions are exaggerated enough to be a live porno. 

However, you forget.. that your boyfriend is one of the best hero students at UA. Which also means that despite your power in the bedroom, he always finds a way to… come out on top so to speak.

As soon as you appear to be near release, Katsuki abruptly grabs your hips, sitting up and setting of small crackling explosions, causing your rhythm to stutter as you let out a startled moan. 

“Heh.. you fuckin’ bitch.. always tryin’ to get fucked..” 

His hands raise before giving you a double smack on your ass, combined with crackles of tingly explosions. You grasp onto his shoulders, thighs shaking at both the wish to finish and the overwhelming stimulation that you hope won’t end soon. 

“Th-that’s- Ahn! Not t-true Kats!” 

You say unconvincingly, face contorting with extreme pleasure as your boyfriend starts thrusting up into you with such force that the bed frame feels like it’s going to break. His eyes hold that cocky confidence he’s known all to well for and his grin goes right up to his eyes, like he’s winning some sort of battle. 

“Ya like anything as long as it makes your pussy wet don’t ya?” 

You nod dumbly, hands gripping his back as he thrusts. 

“S-sho goooood! Kats m’gonna cum- M’gonna cuuuum!” 

As soon as the words leave your mouth, Katsuki flips you over so you’re beneath him like you weigh nothing and plunges his cock even deeper, flinging your legs over his shoulders as he fucks you dumb. 

“That right? Then fuckin’ do it.” 

He leans down, pretty much folding you in half as he captures your open mouth in a searing kiss. 

“Mmmph.. Katsuki… so c-c-close…” 

He chuckles before shifting your legs so they sit at either side of him to make it easier to keep his mouth on yours and move his fingers to thumb your clit simultaneously. Each sound you make is muffled by Katsuki’s tongue exploring your mouth and before long, you’re clawing at his back as the knot in your stomach reaches the edge. 

With one final thrust, your body erupts with pleasure, the convulsing and desperate moans triggering his own orgasm as you tighten around him. 

He lets out a series of curses against your mouth before laying on top of you, both of you panting exhaustedly. 

“Fuck…” 

He mutters before pecking your lips and rolling to the side, pulling you into his chest. You’re already taking the chance to nestle your face into his soft chest, making content noises of afterglow (and lingering sexual intentions of course.) 

“Ahhhh… you’re so good to me Kats..” 

You nuzzle into him as he kisses his teeth in response, though you both know that he undeniably has a huge soft spot for you (which is never located at his dick.) 

The two of you lay there in afterglow, with the occasional peck on the forehead or cheeks before he notices your discarded drawing pad which  has been pushed off the bed. He manoeuvres himself to pick it up while still keeping your blissfully unaware state on his chest.

“WHAT THE HELL IS THIS Y/N!?” 

You jump up off his chest all startled, having forgotten why you had him over in the first place. You’re about to ask what’s wrong until your enraged boyfriend pushes the front of your drawing pad into your face. 

“I THOUGHT YOU WERE GIVIN’ ME A NEW DAMN SUIT!”

You pull your face back to see a sheet of paper covered in lazy scribbles and a few penis doodles in the corner. A sheepish expression plays on your face as you nuzzle into his neck, seeking faux forgiveness. He stares at you all hard and angry, trying to maintain his anger. But his furrowed brow and clenched teeth are softened as you giggle into the side of his neck, making him huff. 

“Ya damn pevert..” 

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A/N: I ENTERED A FLOW STATEEEE! One of my fastest fics ive written.. it just came to me.. ALWAYS SEEKING FEEDBACK and maybe requests if anyone has any👅. THANKS FOR READINGGG! 

~Lumi 

[bsd-elle]

Hi!

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I'm always looking for more inspiration elsewhere <3

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[morrocanbeeut]

Hellooo, it’s my first time requesting something, and I was wondering if you could write something about Bakugo. Like he feels insecure about his scar after the war, he doesn’t want that we look at him without a shirt, locking himself in the bathroom to not make us go in, and we are restoring his self-confidence with a smut scene like kissing his chest ect…

English is not my first language hope you understand 🫪

Love uuu

the long way around *:･ﾟ✧*:･ﾟ

pairing. k.bakugo x fem!reader (2.6k)

summary: Post-war Bakugo is hiding his scar from you, convinced it makes him ugly

cw. NSFW, body insecurity, post-war trauma, scarring, explicit sexual content, body worship, blowjob, vaginal sex, MDNI

a/n: don't apologise !! i understood you just fine :) anyways guys hope u likey

It started with the lights always being off.

You didn't notice at first. You were just happy he was home, happy he was alive, happy to have his weight on the mattress next to you at night. The war had ended three months ago. Three months of recovery, of physical therapy, of him pushing himself too hard to get back to full strength. Three months of him pulling away every time your hand drifted toward his chest.

First it was keeping his shirt on during sex. "I'm cold," he'd say, even in August. Or "It's faster this way," when you both knew it wasn't.

Then it was changing in the bathroom. The door shut. The lock clicked. You'd hear the rustle of fabric, the shower running, and by the time he emerged he was fully dressed. Pajamas buttoned to the top. Towel wrapped so tight it looked like armor.

You told yourself to be patient. He'd almost died. That scar running from his shoulder to his ribs was proof of how close he'd come. You figured he just needed time.

But tonight was different.

Tonight you'd walked in on him by accident. You'd forgotten your phone in the bedroom and swung the door open without thinking, and there he was. Standing in front of the mirror. Shirtless. Staring at his own reflection like he was looking at a stranger.

He'd moved fast. Grabbed a pillow off the bed and held it against his chest, eyes wide and wild. "Get out," he'd snapped, but his voice cracked on the second word.

"I'm sorry," you'd said, backing away, heart pounding. "Katsuki, I didn't mean to—"

"Just get out!"

So you did. You stood on the other side of the closed door and listened to him moving around, frantic, pulling on clothes, and then silence. Heavy silence.

That was two hours ago.

Now you were sitting outside the bathroom again. He'd gone in twenty minutes ago to "brush his teeth" and hadn't come out. The light was still on. You could hear him breathing in there, slow and measured, like he was trying to calm himself down.

You knocked softly. "Hey."

No answer.

"Can I come in?"

"Go to bed," he called back, but he sounded tired. Not angry. Just tired.

"I'm not going to bed while you're in here hiding from me."

"I'm not hiding."

"You've been brushing your teeth for twenty minutes."

Silence.

You pressed your forehead against the door. "Please. Let me in. Or come out. Something."

A long pause. Then: "I can't."

"Why not?"

"Because." His voice got small. "Because you'll look at me."

"Katsuki." Your throat felt tight. "I always look at you. I love looking at you."

"Not anymore," he said. "Not… not this."

You tried the handle. Locked. "Open the door."

"No."

"Katsuki, open the door or I'm sleeping out here."

"You wouldn't."

"Try me."

A minute passed. Two. You heard him moving, then the lock clicked.

You pushed the door open slowly.

He was standing by the sink in his sweatpants, no shirt, arms crossed tight over his chest. He wouldn't meet your eyes in the mirror. He looked younger somehow. Smaller.

"Hi," you said softly.

"Don't," he said. "Don't be nice to me. I can't… I can't do this if you're nice."

"Do what?"

He finally looked at you. His eyes were red. "Pretend like it's okay. Pretend like you don't see it. Like you're not disgusted."

Your breath caught. "I'm not disgusted. Why would you think—"

"Because I am!" He uncrossed his arms and gestured at his chest, at the scar that twisted pink and raised across his skin. "Look at it! It's fucking gross! It's all… it's wrong. It's not supposed to be there."

You looked. You let yourself look, really look, for the first time since the bandages came off. It was jagged, pulling the skin tight in places, disrupting the smooth muscle underneath. It was new. It was a mark of survival.

"It's not gross," you said quietly.

"You're lying."

"I'm not."

He laughed, but it was bitter. Broken. "I used to be… I worked so hard. Every day, my whole life, making myself strong. Making myself perfect. And now…" He touched the scar with two fingers, tracing it like he was still trying to understand how it got there. "Now I look like this. And you have to pretend like you still want me. Like you don't mind having to look at it."

"Katsuki." You stepped into the bathroom, close enough to touch him. "I don't have to pretend anything."

"Bullshit."

"It's not bullshit." You reached out slowly, giving him time to pull away, and rested your hand on his waist. He didn't move. Just watched you with wary eyes. "I don't want you despite the scar. I just… want you. All of you. Even the parts you're angry about."

"I'm not angry," he said, and then his face crumpled. "I'm scared. I'm scared you're going to stop wanting me. I'm scared every time you look at me you're going to see this instead of… instead of me."

Your heart cracked right open. You stepped closer, sliding your arms around his waist, pressing your cheek to his shoulder. "Never," you whispered. "I'll never stop wanting you. You're still you. You're still the man I fell in love with. You're still strong and brave and annoying and perfect."

"I'm not perfect anymore," he said into your hair, his arms finally coming up to hold you back.

"You never were," you said, and felt him huff a wet laugh. "You were always a disaster. Now you're just a disaster with a cool scar."

"Cool?"

"Very cool. Very battle-worn. Very 'I saved the world and all I got was this lousy scar.'"

He pulled back to look at you, and there was the tiniest smile trying to form. "You're an idiot."

"Your idiot," you corrected. "Now come to bed. Let me show you how much I still want you. Let me prove it."

He hesitated, biting his lip, looking down at himself like he was trying to decide if he could bear it.

"Trust me," you whispered.

He nodded, small and uncertain. "Okay."

Here’s the extended scene you can drop right in where Part Two starts:

You led him to the bedroom with your hand in his, walking slow, giving him every chance to change his mind. He didn’t. He followed, breathing a little fast, his fingers tight around yours.

At the edge of the bed, you stopped and turned to face him. You kept the lights on. You wanted him to see that you weren't afraid of seeing him.

"Can I take these off?" you asked, tugging at his sweatpants.

He nodded, throat working.

You pushed them down and he stepped out of them, standing naked in front of you for the first time in months. His hands twitched at his sides like he wanted to cover himself but was stopping himself. You could see his chest rising and falling fast, the scar pulling slightly with each breath.

"You're beautiful," you said, meaning it.

"Stop," he said, but there was no heat in it.

"Make me." You stepped close and put your hands on his waist, then slid them up, slow, giving him time. You felt him tense when your palms got to his ribs, to the bottom edge of the scar. You didn't rush. Just kept moving upward until your hands were on his chest, right over the raised skin, your thumbs brushing over it.

He shuddered. Closed his eyes.

"Feel that?" you whispered. "That's your heart. Still beating. Still here. Still mine."

"Yours," he repeated, voice rough.

You leaned in and kissed his shoulder, then the top of the scar. He flinched, just barely, but didn't pull away. You kissed again, lower, following the jagged line down across his pec. You kissed every inch of it, soft presses of your lips, letting him feel that you weren't avoiding it. That you weren't disgusted.

When you got to the end of it, near his ribs, you looked up. He was watching you with dark, wet eyes, his mouth slightly open.

"Still okay?" you asked.

"Yeah," he breathed. "Yeah, don't stop."

You kissed lower, down his stomach, feeling the muscle jump under your lips. You went to your knees in front of him and looked up, waiting for permission.

"Please," he whispered.

You started with your hands first, wrapping your fingers around him, feeling the heat and weight of him. He was already hard, flushed dark, and he groaned when you touched him, his hips jerking forward instinctively before he caught himself.

"Sorry," he panted. "Sorry, I just—"

"Don't apologize," you murmured, and leaned in to press a kiss to the tip.

He made a sound like he'd been punched, his hand flying down to grip your hair. Not pulling, just holding on. You licked a stripe up the underside, slow, tasting the salt of him, and he groaned again, louder this time.

You took him into your mouth slowly, inch by inch, letting yourself adjust to the stretch. He was thick, heavy on your tongue, and you could feel his pulse beating against your lips. You pulled back, hollowing your cheeks, then sank down again, taking more of him.

"Fuck," he gasped, his thighs trembling. "Fuck, baby, your mouth—"

You moaned around him, the vibration making him curse, and started a rhythm. Hand working what you couldn't fit, mouth sliding wet and tight over the rest. You looked up at him, wanting him to see you, wanting him to watch you love him like this.

His eyes were blown wide, dark with want, his mouth hanging open as he panted. He looked wrecked already, and you'd barely started.

"So good," he breathed. "So fucking good, you're so—fuck—"

You swirled your tongue around the head, catching the bead of precum there, and he jerked, his grip in your hair tightening.

"Gonna come," he warned, his voice strained. "Baby, I'm gonna—"

You didn't pull off. You kept sucking, kept working him with your hand, and he came with a shout, his hips bucking up into your mouth, his whole body going rigid. You swallowed around him, taking it all, milking him through it until he was whimpering, oversensitive, tugging gently at your hair to get you to stop.

You pulled off with a wet sound, wiping your mouth with the back of your hand, and looked up at him. He was staring down at you like you'd hung the moon, his chest heaving, his skin flushed pink.

"Come here," he rasped, reaching down to pull you up.

You stood and he immediately started undressing you, his hands clumsy with urgency. He pushed your shirt up and you lifted your arms, letting him strip it off. Then your pants, your underwear, until you were naked too, pressed skin to skin against him.

He groaned at the contact, pulling you flush against him, his hands roaming everywhere. Down your back, over your hips, up to cup your breasts. He ducked his head to capture a nipple in his mouth, sucking hard, and you gasped, your hands flying to his hair.

"Katsuki—"

He switched to the other side, laving attention on you until you were squirming against him, feeling how he was already getting hard again, pressed against your stomach.

"Bed," he mumbled against your skin. "Now. Need you."

You let him guide you back onto the mattress, let him settle between your thighs. He hovered over you, looking down at your body with reverence, his hands tracing patterns on your skin like he was memorizing you.

"You're perfect," he whispered. "So fucking perfect."

"So are you," you said, reaching up to touch his scar again, light, letting him see that you weren't avoiding it even now.

He caught your hand and brought it to his lips, kissing your palm. Then he was kissing down your body, your throat, your collarbones, your breasts. He took his time, worshipping you, making you feel every brush of his lips.

When he got to your hips, he paused, looking up at you with a question in his eyes.

"Yes," you breathed, knowing what he was asking.

He spread your thighs wider and settled between them, pressing a kiss to your inner thigh, then higher. He licked a slow stripe up your center and you cried out, your back arching off the bed.

"Easy," he soothed, his breath hot against you. "I've got you."

He set in with his mouth, his tongue working you with skill that came from knowing your body, from years of learning exactly what you liked. He sucked on your clit, two fingers sliding into you, curling to hit that spot that made you see stars.

"Oh god," you gasped, your hands gripping the sheets. "Katsuki, please—"

He didn't let up. He kept the pressure steady, relentless, driving you higher and higher until you were trembling on the edge. He added a third finger, stretching you, his tongue flicking fast and tight over your clit, and you came with a scream, your whole body shaking, your vision going white at the edges.

He didn't stop until you were pushing at his shoulders, oversensitive and whimpering, and then he crawled up your body, kissing you deep so you could taste yourself on his tongue.

"Want to be inside you," he panted against your lips. "Want to feel you around me. Can I?"

"Yes," you breathed. "Yes, please, I need you."

He lined himself up, the head of him pressing against your entrance, and pushed in slowly. Inch by inch, filling you up, stretching you perfectly. You both moaned, the sound tangling together, and when he was fully seated he stopped, resting his forehead against yours, breathing hard.

"Okay?" he asked, his voice strained with the effort of holding still.

"More than okay," you whispered, wrapping your legs around his waist. "Move, baby. Please."

He started slow, rolling his hips in deep, deliberate thrusts that hit you just right. You held onto his shoulders, your nails digging into his skin, and he groaned, picking up the pace.

"Fuck," he gritted out. "You feel so good. So tight. So perfect for me."

"Harder," you begged, and he obliged, snapping his hips into yours, the sound of skin on skin filling the room.

He shifted his angle slightly and you gasped, your head falling back. "There," you panted. "Right there, don't stop—"

"I've got you," he promised, keeping that angle, driving into you again and again. "I've got you, I'm right here."

You were climbing fast, the pressure building low in your belly, coiling tighter with every thrust. He was panting above you, his hair falling into his eyes, his chest slick with sweat. You reached up to touch his scar again, and this time he leaned into it, his eyes fluttering shut.

"Love you," he gasped. "Love you so fucking much. All of you. Every part."

"Love you too," you cried out, feeling the edge approaching. "Katsuki, I'm close—"

"Come for me," he urged, his hand sliding between you to press against your clit. "Come on my cock, sweetheart. Let me feel you."

His fingers worked you in tight circles, his thrusts getting harder, deeper, and you fell over the edge with his name tearing from your throat, your body clamping down around him, your vision going spotty. He followed right after, burying himself deep and coming with a groan that sounded like your name, his whole body shuddering above you.

After, he collapsed next to you, pulling you against his chest immediately, tucking you under his chin. You could feel his heart hammering against your cheek, right there under the scar, and you pressed a kiss to it.

"Okay?" you asked softly.

"Yeah," he breathed, his voice wrecked. "Yeah, I'm okay. Better than okay."

You smiled against his skin, tracing lazy patterns on his chest, right over the raised line of the scar. He didn't flinch this time. Just held you tighter.

"Love you," he mumbled, already half asleep.

"Love you too," you whispered back. "Scar and all."

ayeeeeeeeeee im back

[noirsire]

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content izuku x reader, afab!reader, soft ? dom izuku, implied multiple orgasms, pussydrunk deku, established relationship, couch fucking yippiieee

breaking my completely unintended hiatus by posting about deku. wnated to post this on his birthday but life was a lot these past 3 years lol but the horny never stops !! enjoy this drabble while i get back on my grind. and by grind i mean writing porn. feel free to request !!

izuku always prides himself on how well he takes care of you.

he's as attentive as a partner can be, noticing your little tells even before you do. a soft nudge offered when you start to dissociate, a water bottle placed wordlessly on your desk, kisses peppered on your face before you even say a word.

he claims it's easy, taking care of you. "it's second nature at this point," he'd mumbled once when you'd asked, his cheek mushed to your chest. he's comfort personified, able to tell what you need with just a look.

moments like these aren't the exception. he has you face down on the couch, grip tight as he holds you up. his breath is hot over your ear and his chest kisses your spine with each thrust of his hips.

you don't know how long you've been here anymore, much more focused on how thick and heavy he feels inside you, swollen, puffy walls trembling around him. you can't separate where you end and he begins anymore.

it'd been a stressful day. your body wound tight as you made your way home, wanting to just find izuku and cuddle all night, watching whatever show seemed the easiest to digest.

but he always knew what you needed more than you did, which is why his head was between your thighs not even five minutes into the episode.

he'd loosened you up with just his tongue first, eager and greedy as always to make you come on his mouth before giving you what you want. you don't remember how long ago that was.

the noise that was caught in your throat is punched out of you like a groan, broken and whiny, when he speeds up just a little, bullying his cock deeper into your pussy.

he knows he's got you when you squirm below him, nonsensical mutters pressed into your arm as you curl tighter around your body. pleased with himself, he laughs, feeling how the sound gets to you when your walls squeeze, possessive around his length. "right there, yeah?"

he doesn't wait for a response or confirmation as his hips snap, rough and hard, watching how your ass bounces against his pelvis. "so good," he mumbles, distracted. you can feel how drenched you are, a combination of your own arousal and his spit making it almost slippery as he slides into your walls.

if he weren't being so good to you, you'd think him mean when he lifts you higher, leaning away from your back and opening your legs a little further to keep his pace. his balls slap messily against your clit any time he bottoms out. he's relentless, hands finding their grip on the fat of your thighs to keep you in place.

"izuku," you drawl, his name a squeak when the sound of your voice, fucked out and whiny, has his pace stuttering. his own groan is muffled into your spine, lips searing against your skin. "i got you," he mutters, almost giddy, as his fingers move, quick and sloppy against your clit.

izuku has always been selfless when it comes to you. he's eager to do good for you, in a way, always without complain, without you having to ask for it. it's no different when it's about your pleasure, giving and giving until you can barely take it, circling back to being selfish. he can't help it.

he's there to hold you when you come, walls clamping around his length. your voice is a continuous whine as he drags it out, fucking you through the sputters of your pussy, finding delight in the wet smack of his hips against yours.

he only stops once you're reaching back to slap his thighs, having the audacity to giggle as he taps the head of your cock on your quivering clit. "so pretty, baby," he mumbles, delirious, using his hands to turn you around.

your back barely makes contact with the couch before he's stuffing you full again, holding the backs of your knees to keep you from closing. the noise he lets out is guttural, and you're reminded of your selfish lover when he kisses his way up your neck, pecking sweetly at your lips.

"jus' gimme one more, baby," he mumbles, his eyes wide and excited as they find yours. "i wanna see how pretty you look when you come."

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» authors note: hello! i think about the following things a lot, it’s less of a blurb and more of head cannons shoved into Something i guess. also i know that everyone with t1d has a different experience with it, and not everyone may feel the same things or need the same things like what you’re about to read but idk im hoping at least one person can connect with it and feel seen 🫶🏻

bakugou x type one diabetic reader! where:

bakugou is connected to your sharing app for your cgm. in fact, you are hesitant at first to add him in case the alerts interrupt his sleep, or in case he gets too many of them and decides this relationship (or, you rather) isn’t worth the hassle. you don’t tell him this of course, but he figures it out anyway. he grabs your phone and adds him himself, while you watch with a pout.

he always has extra snacks on hand for you — bakugou keeps them in various places, and the second he gets an alert that your blood sugar is headed down, he’s already handing you some fruit gummies.

and although he does check in on your blood sugar, he never makes unwanted comments or judgments about whatever number you’re currently at. he just looks at the app, and files it away in the back of his head. mostly to try to feel out how the day might go, and intercept any need you might have later on.

bakugou shows his friends how to administer glucagon, and does not play about your safety with that. he buys multiple sets of the life saving liquid, and gives them to anyone you hang around, forcing them to keep them both on their person and in their apartments in the event that something happens. you get slightly embarrassed about it, but a bigger part of you is so touched that someone would care that much about you.

he cooks for you a lot (obviously) but he gets really good at carb counting for you. he’ll make you a delicious meal and have everything written down on a lil post it note so that way you are able to take the correct amount of units or plug it into your pump.

if anyone makes diabetes jokes he’ll tell them to knock it off, and has a habit of getting on his soap box and ranting for a few minutes about how jokes like that are dumb and don’t make any sense. usually you’ll have to drag him away from situations like that, because unfortunately he can’t change everyone’s minds, and you know he’d stand out there for ages to try to knock some sense into them.

he understands your chronic exhaustion, and constantly checks in with you for signs of burn out. bakugou never pushes you to do more than what your exhaustion level is telling you, despite how hard you try to convince him that you’re fine. he’ll pick you up and drop you on the couch while grabbing blankets and piling them up around the two of you, forcing you to listen to your body and rest. and when you are showing signs that you’re starting to fizzle out with caring about yourself, he’ll try to pick up as much of the slack as he can.

he also always offers to go to your endocrinology appointments with you, because he knows how stressful they can be. it had taken you a while to find a good doctor, one that actually listened to you and didn’t put you down about your numbers, so you were fine going alone, but it warms your heart every single time he asks.

mr. money bags over here is constantly looking into the next upgrade for you, and even enlists izuku’s help to design prototypes for you. he files away all the complaints you make about your cgm disconnecting, or falling off with the shitty adhesive they send, or how the tubing of your pump gets caught on things, or how your tubeless pump can sometimes get knocked off if you aren’t paying attention.

tldr; katsuki bakugou is a mother hen and loves you oh so much

[touyasdoll]

Not Yet

NSFW, Minors DNI

Pairing: stepbro!Izuku x reader

Genre: smut, fluff

Word count: 6.1k

Warnings: stepcest, unprotected sex, breeding, wall sex

A/n: For The Deku Agenda Escapes No One collab organized by @rat-zuki to celebrate her hitting 15k & our darling Izuku’s birthday. So, Happy Birthday, Deku & a huge congrats to you, Annie! 🖤

Izuku is the #1 Pro Hero in Japan (mid 20s) & reader is an American civilian (also mid 20s)

Art credit

From the moment that you stepped off the plane, you knew that the next week was likely going to be a little overwhelming.

For one, the plane in question was actually a private jet. Instead of a crowded airport, you were deplaning straight onto the tarmac of a private hangar in Hawaii. It was a far more comfortable ride than economy would have been, plenty of room, considering there were only 3 passengers, aside from the flight crew; you, your father, and his bride-to-be, Inko Midoriya.

Inko was the sweetest woman you’d ever met. She and your father had only met a little under a year ago, but from what you could tell, they were head over heels for each other. It was really cute, actually, and it was nice to see him so happy. They’d had a bit of a whirlwind romance, having met while she was on an extended vacation to the US. By the time her trip was due to end, they couldn’t bear to be apart, so he’d ask her to move in with him.

It was a bit of a shock when he’d told you that she’d be living with him, but once you’d finally met her that weekend that you helped her get settled, you understood why he loved her so much. She was such a genuinely kind person. The kind that you weren’t sure truly existed, but you were glad that she did.

She’d stepped right into the role of a supportive partner for your father and she didn’t hesitate to take on a maternal role in your life, either. It was so sweet how she’d embraced you after they’d told you about their engagement, wrapping you up in her arms, tears pricking her eyes as she told you how excited she was to be able to call you her daughter.

You smiled at the pair of them, walking hand in hand as they took in the gorgeous scenery. It really was beautiful. Maybe the next week wouldn’t be so bad after all. You just had to get through the wedding festivities this weekend and then it would really be more of a family vacation.

Then again, there was also the task of meeting your soon-to-be stepbrother. You’d heard plenty about him, from multiple sources. His mother, most reliably, but also the news. He was inescapable, his fame preceded him, even in the states. From what you'd heard, he was wonderful. Considering Inko had raised him by herself, you didn't doubt that. From what you'd seen, he was also incredibly hot. That's what made you nervous.

A hot, internationally famous stepbrother with no flaws that you were aware of? Yeah, that was a little intimidating. And as fate would have it, the first item on the agenda was meeting him at the family dinner shortly after you arrived.

///

You wanted to make a good first impression, considering Deku had already made one, without ever having to even meet you. Hopefully, your father had only ever said good things to him when they had taken that trip to Japan. Maybe tonight wouldn't have seemed like such a daunting task, if you had been able to go with them. Work had gotten in the way.

The same had been true for Deku anytime he had planned on coming here; work got in the way. Granted, writing for a Pro Hero magazine and being the literal number Number One Hero in Japan, possibly the world, were two very different professions, so he even had you beat there.

Izuku had organized the logistics of damn near the entire weekend's arrangements and, surely, he had some connections to ensure everyone's privacy. The wedding was being held on a private beach, the four of you were all staying at an equally private beach house, and both the rehearsal dinner tomorrow, as well as the family dinner tonight were being held at an exclusive restaurant.

He'd certainly gone above and beyond for his mama; it really was sweet how much he was willing to do for her, and for you and your father. He'd paid for virtually everything, including top-notch security. Not that he would likely need it, considering who he was and the guests who would be attending, to include other top heroes from Japan, but it seemed like he didn't want to risk anything and no one could fault him for that.

You didn't know anything about villains and their schemes, and no one was really concerned about a threat anyway, but you did know firsthand the lengths that the media would go to get a look inside any aspect of the wedding. There was sure to be a least one candid photo of you all tonight, so the least that you could do was look good.

You had slipped in to your favorite ensemble, the one that bared just enough skin to be alluring, but still tasteful. It hit all your curves in just the right way, this outfit truly never let you down. You felt confident when you strolled in to the restaurant alone, regardless of the fact that you were running as few minutes late. You could chalk that up to being on island time, right?

But when you arrived and the waiter ushered you to the private patio, you only saw Deku seated at the table set for four.

"Here you are, miss," the waiter nodded politely before he returned indoors to the noticeably barren restaurant. Did he really rent out the whole place for tonight?

"Hi, you must be Y/n," he stood, extending a hand towards you as he smiled. "It's so good to finally meet you."

"Hi," you smiled back, shaking his hand. "It's good to meet you too. Sorry that it took so long," you laughed, moving to take a seat.

He was faster, stepping around the table to pull your chair out for you, "Oh, no, I'm sorry. I know it seems like we keep missing each other whenever we've had the chance to meet," he chuckled, helping you scoot your chair in before returning to his seat across from you.

"Eh, your job is pretty important from what I hear, so I'd say you get a pass," you nodded, taking a sip of the water in front of you.

"Still, I do wish I could have met you sooner," he sat back, getting comfortable in his seat. "I've heard a lot about you. All good things, I swear," he flashed his palms with a boyish grin on his face, "I know my mom is absolutely enamored with you."

"Awh, really?" Your lip jutted out in a subtle pout, "That's so sweet. I really do love your mom. Inko's been nothing but lovely to me and my dad. I'm so glad that they found each other."

"Me too," he nodded, "He treats her really well. Your dad's a really cool guy. I had a lot of fun with him in Japan. Hopefully, next time, you can come along and I can show you around."

"That'd be fun," you smiled, "I'd like that. Speaking of our parents though, do you know where they are?"

"Mom said they were running late, but they should be joining us soon," he explained. "Gives us a chance to get to know one another a little better, on the bright side."

His feet shuffled beneath the table, brushing against your legs, which you retracted on instinct, a little startled.

"Oh, I'm so sorry!" He pulled his feet back, sitting up straighter in his chair as his apologized.

"It's okay, I promise," you laughed away the sudden start you'd had, "I get a little jumpy when I'm nervous."

"You're nervous?" He raised a curious brow, a smile curling on his lips. "What for?"

"Are you kidding?" You giggled, returning his expression right back to him. "You're Deku."

"Not here," he shook his head, his eyes gleaming with genuine intent. "Call me Izuku, please. I'm not as infallible as the media makes me out to be. I promise, I'm a human who's fully capable of making an ass of himself if given the slightest opportunity."

"I find that hard to believe," you laughed, "But maybe that's the media personality in me speaking. I am glad that I get the chance to know you beyond all the articles and photos, Izuku."

His given name felt a little foreign on your tongue, but the corners of his lips pushed up a bit higher when you used it.

It was a foreign feeling to him too. Not many people called him by his actual name any longer. It came with the territory of being the Symbol of Peace, he supposed. Still, it was nice to be humanized by his birth name. Nicer still that the one calling it was so beautiful.

Stop. He clenched his jaw tight as he smiled back at you, willing away the taboo thoughts that he'd already had a few too many times.

His mom had done nothing but sing your praises anytime that you came up in conversation. He felt like he knew you well enough already, but he was excited to get to know you himself. Especially once his mother had broken out the photos of you.

You were the most beautiful woman he'd ever seen. And you were destined to be his stepsister. Of all the ways that you could have come in to his life. You--smart, talented, accomplished, and beautiful you--were about to become his family.

The gnawing little voice in the back of his head whispered about how it wasn't that big a deal. It's not like you were being raised together. You'd never even met until now! As two, single, consenting adults. That counted for something, didn't it?

No. He had to stop. He knew that even if his mother didn't perish at the thought of something so controversial, the media would have an absolute field day if he so much as hugged you the wrong way.

"Is there anything in particular that you wanna know?" He cocked his head, smiling politely as he tried to settle his racing thoughts. "So long as you swear to keep it off the record," he pointed a playful finger at you.

"Oh, of course, I swear I will never leak a word of anything you say. I'm really not a huge fan of how far the media pries into your guys' personal lives," you offered a small, honest smile.

"What do you mean?" He furrowed his brow, resting elbows on the arm of the chair.

"I just don't think it's anyone's business to know all your business. I mean, that would drive me absolutely nuts," you rolled your eyes, shaking your head as you continued, "I know I work for a Hero mag, but I avoid writing gossip articles at all costs. I think being a Hero is something that takes a special kind of bravery, that I definitely do not possess, and it's shitty to reduce that down to a 300 word snippet on who they're hooking up with when you could be writing about their recent achievements."

"That is an interesting take, considering your profession," he shrugged almost apologetically, "I wouldn't have figured that that's how you viewed things. It's actually really nice to hear that; it does get a little exhausting having to deal with the image aspect of the job. I've never been much good at handling that, personally. I just," he shrugs again, interlocking his hands in front of him, "Wish sometimes that that's really all there was too it. I could do my job, save people, and then not have to worry about whether or not what I tweeted was politically correct enough."

"See, I'd be bad at your job for a few reasons then," you laughed quietly, "I can't imagine the stress of trying to maintain some stupid image on top of literally risking your life every day," you shook your head thoughtfully, shooting him a playful glance to lighten the heavy topic. "I swear, I'll throw hands with someone if they ever try to write anything negative about you, if that helps at all."

"Oh, will you?" He laughed, leaning forward and nodding pensively as he tried to picture you, who were dwarfed in comparison to his impressive stature, squaring up with anyone on his behalf. "Well, I'm glad to know I've got a slugger in my corner."

"Hey, you tease, but I'll have you know I've been in my fair share of fights," you tilted your chin up in faux indignance. "I mean, if you count wrestling with my cousins before any of us were old enough to know multiplication."

The both of you laughed, until you were interrupted by your father's voice.

"Hey! Well, it looks like you two are getting along well," He pulled Inko's chair out for her, "sorry that we were running so late."

"It's no problem, gave us a chance to finally speak," you smiled and Izuku nodded in agreement.

"Well I am glad that you two have finally met. I knew you guys would get along great," Inko smiled as your father tucked himself into the table beside you, across from her.

///

"Are your things at the beach house already, son?" Inko turned to Izuku as you all stood to leave the restaurant.

"No, but I have them in the car, mom. I had to come straight here from the flight. I'll follow you guys back there."

"Sounds good," your dad smiled over to you, "Say, why don't you two ride back together? You could keep him company. It is a bit of a drive back out to the house."

"Okay," you nodded, unable to tell for yourself if it was too eagerly or anxiously, "That's a great idea. Do you mind?"

"Not at all," Izuku smiled back at you, "I'd be grateful for the company. We could continue our conversation."

"Okay, well we'll see you kids back at home then." Inko leaned in and kissed the both of you on the cheek as she and your father walked out ahead of you. "Drive safe!"

"I will," Izuku held up a hand as he waved them off, fishing his keys from his pocket.

The drive back was quiet at first, but you slowly got started back to talking and realized that you had more in common than you'd thought.

He knew you were into heroes, considering your job, but he didn't expect you to be nearly as invested as he was. It surprised him when you started bringing up some of All Might's old victories, even the lesser known ones, and asking questions about what it was like to be taught by someone like Eraser Head.

"Are you a fangirl?" He chuckled, raising a playful brow.

"Are you one to talk? I know you're still a fanboy," you laughed in response, feeling much more comfortable conversing after the 3 glasses of wine you'd enjoyed during dinner. "Besides, this is literally my profession. It's just in my best interest to stay well-versed."

"I'm gonna take that as a yes," he glanced over at you briefly as he leaned an elbow on the console between the front seats, keeping one steady hand on the wheel. "Well, now I gotta now. Do you also collect hero merch?"

"Of course I do," you rolled your eyes dramatically, "What kind of two-bit fangirl do you take me for? I've got plenty."

"Do you own any of mine?" A small smirk was evident on his innocent features as he tossed his gaze to you once again.

"Mm, are you gonna have an ego trip if I say yes?" You laughed, trying to hide your blush by looking out the passenger side window.

"Really? What all do you have?" He laughed along with you, looking between you and the road as you shrank into the passenger side door.

"Ah, not too much," you shook your head, trying to keep a straight face. "Really, it's just a couple little things."

"Like what?" He nudged you with a gentle elbow. "C'mon, think of it as you helping me figure out my demographic. What pieces were interesting enough that you picked some up?"

"Interesting enough?" you scoffed, shaking your head again as the liquid courage from dinner slipped a bold thought into your buzzed little brain. "I mean, the panties were a pretty interesting find."

He coughed from the other side of the car, for fear if he didn't he would swallow his own tongue. He knew exactly what you were talking about. They were in no means intricate or overtly sexy, but the thought of you owning a pair of panties with his brand all over them? His colors? His name?

"Are you serious? You own those?" He chuckled, trying to keep his voice light, hoping it wouldn't betray him and tip you off to the forbidden thoughts creeping into his mind.

"Own them?" You giggled, opening your mouth again in haste, against your better judgement. "I'm wearing them."

He tightened his grip on the steering wheel, knuckles turning white as he tried to stave off the thought of you half-naked, clad only in that garment.

"I'm sorry," you spoke again, "That's a weird thing to say to your future stepbrother, yeah? Ahh, remind me not to speak after more than two glasses of wine, please. If it helps, I did buy them before I knew my dad was dating your mom."

That didn't help. Why had you bought them before then? Did you--did you maybe think he was attractive? Did you enjoy wearing his merch in such an intimate place? Did you own any more? Walk around your apartment in nothing but a Deku t-shirt and panties?

He shifted in his seat, looking over at you to reassure you that he really had no problem with it, but he was distracted by the way that you were sitting. Legs curled up beneath you, your elbow resting beside his on the console between you, your breasts pushing together, spilling just slightly out of your top.

"That--uhm, no. No, that's not weird, really." He tore his eyes from your breasts, focusing on the road and the road only, if he could help himself, until you got back.

"Eh, it's probably a little weird now," you half-shrugged. "Speaking of though, please tell me to shut the fuck up if this is too personal, but do you ever, like, hook up with fans? I mean, have you ever taken a girl home and then, like, boom, you find your name under her skirt?"

"Uh," he shook his head, "no, I don't really do too many hook-ups actually. Don't really have much time or even the energy for that. Besides, I've never really been much of a hit it and quit it type anyway. I'd rather have some kind of emotional connection to the person, ya know?"

"Yeah," you nodded, looking over at him in the driver's seat. "I'm the same way. I mean, I've made exceptions, but for the most part, I just think it's better to be with someone you connect with on a level other than just physical."

Which is why Izuku was looking better and better as the night went on. You bit down on the inside of your lip, stealing a look at his toned body. The way that the sleeves of his polo shirt stretched around his scarred biceps shouldn't be allowed. That body and that handsome face of his was a wicked combination for the world to throw at you in the form of a stepbrother.

Especially one who was also so kind? Thoughtful? Funny? You almost wished he was actually a jackass. It would have been easier for you to deny how attracted you were to him. It wasn't fair that this catch of a man was now off-limits. Granted, you'd never have actually met him if your parents weren’t getting married, but still. Unfair.

"Lemme help you with your things," you offered as you came around to the trunk where Izuku was slinging a duffel bag over his shoulder.

"Oh, that's all right," he smiled, picking up a backpack to sling over his other side. "Thank you, though,"

"Nonsense," you grabbed a strap of the backpack, pulling it off his shoulder, trying to ignore the feel of his biceps beneath your hand. "I mean I know I can't lift a building, but I can handle this."

He chuckled as he picked up his last bag out of the trunk before closing it, "I appreciate it."

You helped him carry his bags up into the very generously-sized beach house. There were two floors, the master on the ground floor, and the rest of the guest rooms upstairs. He followed you up and pointed you to his room, just down the hall from yours.

"Thanks for your help," he smiled as he took the backpack from you. "And thanks for riding back with me, I really enjoyed your company."

"Anytime," you smiled up at him, "Sorry again if I made anything weird. I had fun tonight though. Not gonna lie, I really was a little nervous to meet you."

"Why's that?"

“You have to ask?” You upturned your palms, gesturing to his form, “You’re literally an international super hero.”

“You interview heroes all the time, don’t you?” He chuckled, shaking his head like he didn’t understand what the big deal was.

“Yes, but—ah, no. I need sleep,” you waved a hand to signify your exit as your started toward the door. “G’night.”

“But what?” He captured your fingertips as he insisted on an explanation, “C’mon, you can’t leave me hanging like that.”

“But you’re also,” you cringed at yourself before the words left your lips, “objectively hot? Ah, see, more weird shit. I’ll, uh, see you in the morning, maybe. If I haven’t embarrassed myself back to the continental US by then.”

“Stop,” he chuckled, tugging on your fingers gently to pull you closer to him. “You’re fine, I promise. Would it help if I embarrassed myself a little too?”

You rocked on your heels, mouth twitched into a thoughtful pout, “Mm, I mean I s’pose it couldn’t hurt.”

“Alright,” he took a quick, deep breath and let it out with a sigh. “I also think you’re hot.”

“Objectively,” you corrected, but he just stared at you, emerald eyes unwavering. “Objectively,” you tried again. “Right?”

“No. Just hot. I mean,” he shrugged, selfishly taking in every dip and every curve of your body as his eyes raked over them until they came to study your face. “I’d prefer to use the term beautiful, but I don’t know which word would embarrass you further and I’m trying to avoid that.”

“Dek—Izuku,” you closed your eyes, shaking your head in confusion.

Maybe you had misheard him. Maybe you had more to drink than you thought? No, you had a buzz, but if you were properly drunk, standing this still with your eyes closed would have been a much bigger challenge.

“Oh, no, I know. It's kinda weird, right?” He picked up your train of thought. “I mean, if we weren’t, if our parents weren’t getting married this weekend, I’d—I mean, I’d, uh,” he stammered, scratching the back of his neck as he chuckled nervously. “See? I can’t even say it."

"I'm gonna need you to," you bobbed your head, desperate for him to confirm that he'd been having the same forbidden thoughts that you'd had. "Just, so we're, uhm, on the same page. Please?"

He paused, scrunching his features together as he weighed the consequences of admitting his devious thoughts.

"I'd be trying to hook up with you, er, well. I'd be asking you out, more like it. And then hoping you'd hook up with me," he averted his eyes, looking like a lost puppy all of a sudden. "If I were to be perfectly honest."

The glimmer in his bright eyes tugged at something in your chest as you watched him search for an easy answer to the predicament you'd both fallen into.

"So, same page then," you sighed, an unsure smile plain on your face as he picked his eyes up off the floor, connecting them with your own upon hearing your subtle confession that you were in the same place.

The glint within his green orbs now sent butterflies rushing much lower than your chest. They flooded your belly as the air in the room seemed to thin, bidding you to draw in more air to stave off the light-headed sensation crawling up your spine as the two of you stepped closer to one another.

A knock at the open door made you both jump, instinctively putting distance between yourselves as you looked to find Inko in the entryway.

"Hey, we're going to try and get to bed early tonight. Just wanted to make sure you got back okay and to say goodnight." She smiled as your dad came up behind her in the hall, placing a hand on her shoulder.

"We got a big day tomorrow, so try to get some rest yourselves, okay?"

"Will do," you agreed with a smile, "Good night, you guys."

"Yeah, goodnight," Izuku nodded along as they both retreated, bidding you a good night's sleep.

"This, uh," you clapped a hand over your eyes once you heard their door close downstairs, "Fuck, this sucks," you squeezed, tightening the pressure around your temples, "Oh my God, I was talking to you about my underwear? I, uh, I'm gonna go to bed. Pretend that none of this happened and then maybe tomorrow, maybe. Hopefully. I won't wanna fuck you."

"I gotta be honest with you, I don't think that's gonna work the way you're hoping it will," he couldn't help but laugh, "It's okay, though. We just," he shrugged, "won't bring it up again."

You nodded, staring down at the plush carpet beneath your feet, looking back up when you felt his eyes burning into you.

"And I'll try my best not to picture you in those panties," he chuckled again, shaking his head as he raked his eyes over your lower half.

You felt your face heat up, scorching under the way he was eyeing you, feeling guilty for wishing that he would never stop looking at you in the exact way.

"So much for not bringing it up," you chortled.

"I'm sorry," he put his hands up in front of him, wearing a guilty grin. "I promise, not another word out of me."

He mimed a locking gesture over his lips, taking another step back from you as you grinned back at him, shaking your head.

"Good night, Izuku."

"Good night, Y/n." He called after you as you strode down the hall, into your own bedroom with one last glance over your shoulder as you pushed the door closed.

///

"Your dad and I are gonna go and pick up your grandparents from the airport and take them to their hotel. I was thinking you and Izuku could meet us there and maybe we could all grab lunch together before we have to start getting ready for the rehearsal dinner tonight?"

You looked up at Inko from your spot in the hot tub with a smile, "Yeah, that sounds like fun. What time should we be there?"

"Your dad is insisting we get to the airport early, in case their flight arrives sooner than expected," she rolled her eyes with a 'but I love him' grin, "so it will probably be awhile before we get them checked in. I can text you when we get to their hotel. Should give you guys plenty of time to meet us at whatever restaurant we end up at."

"Okay," you nodded, "I'll keep my phone on me. Drive safe."

"See you later, honey," she waved, taking her departure.

You let your head fall back with a sigh, mind still reeling from the conversation you'd had with Izuku the night before.

It's fine. It'll be fine. You're just in a tropical paradise, home alone with your stepbrother-to-be, who you definitely don't have a mutual crush on.

Totally fine.

You could just avoid him until you had to leave for lunch, that was doable. Climbing out of the hot tub, you grabbed a towel and draped it around yourself, patting yourself dry before you padded into the house. Izuku was just coming down the stairs, wearing only a short pair of swimming trunks that hung just right on his v-line and came up above his knees, giving you a generous glimpse of his muscular thighs.

"Hey, done soaking so soon? I was just about to join you out there."

"Uh," your brain almost short-circuited as your gaze roved over his impressive abs. It was all you could do to keep you tongue from lolling out of your mouth. "I, uh--gotta get dressed," you nodded, deciding that was something you could roll with. "I'm still not exactly sure what I'm wearing tonight and now that we're all meeting up for lunch, I gotta find something to wear to that, so you go ahead. Jacuzzi's all yours."

"You need two hours to pick out an outfit?" He furrowed a jesting brow, the most innocent looking smirk you've ever seen playing on his lips as he strolled toward you.

"Sometimes," you shrugged, trying to peel your eyes off of him, but finding yourself unable to do so as he grew nearer.

"You're not trying to avoid me, are you?"

He was standing right in front of you, towering over your frame, which felt insignificant in comparison to him. You crooked your head back, angling it to look up at him through your lashes as you instructed yourself on how to keep breathing normally. He looked even better this close up, so close that you could simply extend your fingers and graze his thigh, if you so chose to.

"No," you feigned a sarcastic veil of innocence, rolling your eyes playfully. "Why would I do that, onii-chan?"

You held your breath, stunning yourself into silence at the way you let the last word linger on your tongue, a quiet whisper for his ears only. It was half a reminder, half a challenge. A reassurance of exactly what you wanted him to do to you, but a allusion to precisely why he shouldn't dare.

But Izuku Midoriya wasn't one to walk away from something that he wanted. And, oh, if only you knew how badly he wanted you right now.

He narrowed his gaze, his eyes growing darker, but softening at the same time. A potent concoction that had your belly doing backflips as he leaned down.

"Excuse me, do you mind if I just--," the gentle lull of his whisper pulled you in closer as his words trailed off and, like magnets destined to collide, you both gave in.

A sudden meeting of two eager mouths, clashing in a battle for dominance as his large hands gripped your hips, pulling them flush against him. You could feel the tip of his growing erection press into your skin as you mewled against his lips, locking your hands behind his neck, wordlessly begging him to kiss you deeper.

He obliged, bending at the knee to catch the back of your thighs as your towel fell from around your body. With impeccable ease, he supported your weight within his massive palms, lifting you up and around his waist, so you could fully encircle your arms around his neck as you brought yourselves as close as you physically could to one another.

"We--," you groaned quietly as he pinned your back to the wall and ground against your core with his stiffened cock, straining against his thin trunks, "We shouldn't be doing this."

"But you want to, don't you?" He pulled back just enough to look at your face, breathless and beautiful as he anxiously searched for an answer.

"Yes," you combed your fingers into the soft tufts of his green hair, watching your digits fiddle with his curls to avoid his eyes. "But by this time tomorrow, we'll technically be related."

He moved a hand out from under you, keeping you flush and secure against the wall as he cupped your face in his hand, guiding your eyes back to his, "But we're not yet."

It was a dubious loophole, at best. One you were all too ready to slip through as your lips fell on his again. He grinned into the kiss, situating his hand beneath you once more before migrating both to your ass to squeeze as groaned against your lips.

"You wanna go upstairs, baby? Or do you want me to take you on the couch?" He snaked a hand up your side, his deft fingers already tugging at the tie of your bikini top as he leaned his forehead against yours.

"Neither. Here," you nodded frantically, pressing your hands to his chest with a sense of urgency. "Take me right here, please."

His eyes blew wide, a carnal grunt leaving his chest as he tore your top away, exposing your breasts and then descending upon them as leaned you back, letting the top of your spine rest against the wall while his arms hooked under your knees. He took one breast in his mouth, his hot tongue laving against your nipple, while his hand clawed from beneath your ass at your bikini bottoms, pulling them aside to reveal access to your core.

"Fuck, Izuku," you whined as your exposed pussy rocked against his still clothed member, leaving a telltale spot of your slick behind on the fabric.

"Say it again," he mumbled between the valley of your breasts, moving his attention to your other nipple before he folded you tighter against the wall to tug at his own bottoms, coaxing them down far enough to drop down his legs as he stepped out of them.

"'Zuku," you mewled again, interlocking your fingers behind his neck as his mouth returned to explore yours.

"Mm-mm," he smirked, tugging your bottom lip between his teeth. "Not that name. The other one. It sounded so good when you said it, doll."

You whimpered, closing your eyes as the head of his cock breached your folds and stilled.

A deep shade of crimson flushed your cheeks as you needily whispered, "Onii-chan, please."

The groan that rang in your ears was feral as he sank his cock inside of you, slowly, but all at once. He held you there for a moment, letting you adjust to his size while he savored the feeling of your tight cunt clenching around him.

"Fuck, you feel so good, baby," he sighed, slowly beginning to move, falling in love with the way that your breasts bounced each time he thrust himself back inside of you.

Fuck the controversy, this was worth it. The feeling of your walls sucking his cock in, practically begging for him to kiss your cervix, which he did, expertly. Over and over as he picked up the pace, spurred on by the cries and the curses that you babbled while your eyes rolled back.

You clamped down around him, jolting in his hold as the coil in your belly snapped. He held you fast, praising you while you fell apart in his grasp.

"You look so fucking beautiful, baby. Such a good girl," he panted, relentlessly chasing his own release as he pulled you away from the wall, guiding your hips as he bounced you on his cock, which was fit to burst at any moment. "Gonna make me cum inside this tight little pussy, is that what you want? Want your onii-chan to stuff you full of cum?"

All you could manage was a pathetic nod and a soft whimper as you clung to his shoulders, the rest of your body feeling more akin to a ragdoll as he impaled you with such ease. It wasn’t long before his hot seed exploded inside you, coating your velvet walls in such excess that some of it dribbled back out, dripping between the two of you as he rode out his high.

"Holy shit," he carried you to the couch, sitting down as he chased his breath, his semi-hard cock still stuffed deep inside you.

You closed your eyes, falling against his chest with a satisfied groan as you tucked your face in the crook of his neck. The pair of you sat there in silence, coming down from the post-coital euphoria until you addressed the elephant in the room.

"Are we gonna regret this?"

He hesitated, very briefly, before resting his hand atop your head, stroking your hair soothingly as he tightened the arm that he had draped around your waist.

His lips met the crown of your head, leaving a tender kiss behind as he whispered, "No. I know that I won't."

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✰ the indulger that is KATSUKI BAKUGO and his pretty baby who he spoils rotten ˖°.

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indulger!katsuki who is completely unapologetic about the way he spoils you, often using it as a weapon to shut down any argument. whenever you try to tell him he's “too much” or that he “doesn't need to spend so much,” he simply doubles down.

“too much? you think this is too much?” he points to the walk-in closet that is essentially a second bedroom, filled with luxury clothes and jewelry. “i make more money in a week than most people make in a year. what the hell else am i supposed to do with it? save it for a rainy day? it's always raining somewhere, you moron!”

“i just feel bad that you work so hard and then i—“

“shut up,” he silences you by pulling you into a deep, bruising kiss that tastes of cinnamon and heat. he breaks away just enough to whisper against your lips. “i work hard so i can see you in these clothes. i work hard so i can buy you things that make you smile like a damn idiot. your only job is to look pretty and be mine. everything else is handled. now, tell me what else you want. a new car? a trip to paris? just say the word, you spoiled little brat.”

this was the first year into your relationship. many more years later he would continuously complain about you being spoiled rotten, which you find ironic because he was the reason you turned out the way you are today.

indulger!katsuki who cannot handle a single pout from you, especially when you’re staring at something that costs more than a mid-sized sedan.

you both stood in the center of a glittering ginza boutique, the air smelling of expensive lilies and cold air conditioning. you didn’t say a word; you simply stopped in front of a gold necklace with a pear-cut diamond that caught the light in a way that made your eyes widen.

you looked at the jewel, then slowly shifted your gaze to katsuki, tilting your head with a small, hopeful shimmer in your eyes.

katsuki stopped dead in his tracks, his shoulders tensing under his your gaze. “don't even start with that look,” he barked, though his eyes didn't leave your face.

“i didn't say anything, katsuki.” you chuckled.

“you're saying it with your damn eyes! you're practically screaming 'buy me this overpriced rock' without opening your mouth! it's a piece of carbon, you greedy brat! do you have any idea how many zeros are on that price tag?” katsuki had his hands in his hips, looking down at you like he was your mom scolding you.

“i didn’t even ask for it, baby. just looking… it’s pretty, that’s all,”you let out a tiny, theatrical sigh and began to turn away, your shoulders slumping just a fraction.

“tch! stop it! get back here!" he grabbed your wrist, his grip firm but careful, and yanked you back toward the glass case. he slammed a hand onto the counter, making the sales clerk jump nearly a foot in the air. “wrap that one up! now! and put it in the fancy box so she doesn't complain that it looks cheap!”

“of course, sir! right away!” as the clerk hurried to package the necklace.

katsuki leaned in close, his breath hot against your ear, his voice a low, gravelly rumble. “you're a manipulative menace. a spoiled, pampered little menace. you think you can just look at me and i'll cave? you think i'm some kind of pushover?”

you beamed, leaning into his chest. “yes!”

“damn right i am! for you i am! now let's get out of here before you decide you want the matching earrings too!”

“ooh! now that you mention it…”

indulger!katsuki who believes that “out of stock” is merely a suggestion and that rules don't apply when you want something.

you were in a high-end streetwear boutique, your eyes locked on a limited-edition cropped leather jacket. it was the only one in your size, and it was perched precariously on a headless mannequin in the window. the store manager had already told you three times that display items were not for sale.

you looked at the jacket, then at your boyfriend, your lower lip trembling just a bit. “let’s just go. he said i can't have it,” you whispered, looking devastated.

katsuki’s eyes snapped to the mannequin. he looked at the manager, who was sweating profusely, and then back to you. a slow, dangerous grin spread across his face. “what do you mean it's not for sale?”

“sir, it's the display model! it's meant to stay on the mannequin for the aesthetic of the window—”

“i don't give really a damn about the bullshit of your window. isn’t a store like this supposed to be taking money?! tch,”katsuki stormed forward, his heavy boots thudding against the polished floor. in one fluid, violent motion, he reached out and gripped the collar of the jacket. with a loud rip of plastic fasteners and a crash of the mannequin’s arm snapping off, he tore the garment right off the plastic form. he didn't even wait for the manager to react before he tossed the jacket over your shoulders. “there. now it's yours. stop looking like a kicked puppy.”

“katsuki! you can't just—”

“i just did! now, you,” he pointed a finger at the trembling manager, “ring this up. now. or i'll blow the front door off your hinges and pay for it in pieces.”

you giggled, hugging the leather to your chest. “you're so aggressive. aren’t you supposed to be a hero…? that wasn’t heroic at all.”

“did i steal it?! no, i didn’t. now shut up and pay for the damn thing with my card, you brat.”

indulger!katsuki who will cross entire prefectures just to satisfy a midnight craving because he can't stand the thought of you being unhappy.

it was 1:00 am on a tuesday. katsuki had just finished a grueling sixteen-hour shift dealing with a villain breakout in the city center. he was covered in soot, his muscles aching, and he had just collapsed onto the sofa. you crawled into his lap, rubbing your cheek against his chest. “kats baby... i really want that strawberry shortcake from that one bakery in chiba.”

he groaned, the sound vibrating through his ribs. “are you kidding me? chiba? that's an hour's drive! go to sleep!”

“but the cream is so light... and they use those organic strawberries... i can almost taste it.” you practically whined as you nuzzled closer to him like an annoying cat.

your boyfriend closed his eyes, praying for strength. he stayed silent for a full minute, his chest heaving. then, he let out a loud, frustrated scream and sat up abruptly, nearly dumping you off his lap. “god damn it! why are you like this? why can't you just want a normal snack from the convenience store?”

“because i'm your pretty baby?”

he glared at you, his vermillion eyes narrowing, but the heat in them wasn't anger. oh, no it wasn’t. it was absolute, unconditional devotion. no matter how hard he glared, you had him wrapped around your pretty manicured fingers that he also payed for.

katsuki stood up and grabbed his keys from the counter. “get in the car. if we get there and they're sold out, i'm leaving you on the sidewalk.”

“you love me too much for that.”

“tch. keep talking and i'll buy you a whole damn bakery and make you work there just so i never have to drive to chiba at midnight again!”

indulger!katsuki who expresses his love through a constant stream of “shut up” and “you're annoying,” while simultaneously funding your entire lavish lifestyle.

you were sitting on the bed, surrounded by a mountain of shopping bags from your latest spree. you were trying on a pair of towering gold heels that were probably impractical for any one human being to walk in.

katsuki walked into the room, stopping to stare at the chaos. “what the hell is all this? did you rob a bank while i was at the agency?”

“they were on sale!” you beamed up at him giddily as if that answered his question.

“on sale? you bought six pairs of the same shoe in different colors! you're a damn shopaholic is what you are!” katsuki had his hands on his hips as if he was your mom scolding you.

you stood up, wobbling slightly in the gold heels, and walked toward him, wrapping your arms around his neck. “but look how they make my legs look, kats.”

he looked down at your legs, then back up at your face. his expression shifted from irritation to a hunger that made your stomach flip. he gripped your waist, pulling you flush against him, his palms warm through your clothes. “tch. your legs always look good. you don't need overly expensive gold shoes to make me want to rip your clothes off.”

“are you saying you don't like them?” you pouted at him.

“i'm saying i find it stupid how much money you spend on things that just make me want to keep you in the bedroom all day. now get those damn things off and c’mere."

indulger!katsuki who views your shopping addiction as a challenge to his bank account, and he loves winning. you once mentioned, in passing, that you liked a certain vintage watch that was being auctioned off, a piece that was practically unobtainable.

you didn't expect him to get it; you just liked the idea of it.

two weeks later, katsuki tosses a small, velvet box onto your lap while you're eating breakfast. “here. stop thinking about it. it’s starting to annoying me.”

you open the box to find the watch, its gold face gleaming. you gasp, looking at the price estimate you'd seen online. “katsuki bakugo! this cost... this is insane! why would you do this?”

“hah! because i can!” he yells, though there's a smirk playing on his lips. “because i'm the best, and my woman should have the best. i don't want you looking at some auction site like some extra. i want you to look at your wrist and remember that i'm the one who got it for you.” he pulls you into his lap, his arms locking around you. “i'll buy the whole damn auction house if it means you'll stop daydreaming and focus on me. you get it? everything you want is yours, as long as you remember who the hell provides it.”

you weren’t entirely sure what his deal was… he either loved you so much that he was willing to throw money at everything, he actually finds it annoying when you talk about stuff you want, or he loves flexing his hard-earned money.

it was all the above.

indulger!katsuki who treats every anniversary, birthday, holiday, or “just because” day as a competition to see how much he can possibly spoil you.

for your anniversary, he didn't just get you a gift; he rented out an entire rooftop garden in tokyo, filled it with your favorite flowers, and had a five-course meal prepared by a michelin-star chef after he went on a full-scale rant on how stupid it is to pull cliché “bullshit” like they do in the movies.

as you looked around the breathtaking setup, your eyes glistening with tears, he stood beside you, looking uncomfortable in a tailored black suit that hugged his broad shoulders. “stop crying, brat. it's just a dinner.”

“it's not just a dinner, kats! it's beautiful!”

“tch. it's whatever. i just didn't want you complaining that i didn't do enough this year." he reached into his pocket and pulled out a small, velvet box. inside was a ring—not like the diamond one he'd bought you months ago, but a rare, deep red ruby that matched the color of his eyes.

“i saw this and thought it looked like something a greedy brat would want.” katsuki shrugged as if he was talking about the specials on the menu.

“katsuki...”

“don't get all mushy on me. just put the damn ring on so we can eat before the food gets cold. and don't think this means you can buy a new car next week.” he pointed a stern finger at you.

you laughed, sliding the ring onto your finger and throwing your arms around his neck. “i was thinking a yacht.”

your boyfriend froze, his eyes widening. “a yacht? who the hell wants a boat?!”

“a pretty one! with gold trim!”

katsuki sighed, but he was already pulling you closer, his lips finding yours in a kiss that tasted of promise and absolute, unwavering devotion. “fine. but if we get a yacht, i'm the captain. and you're just the pampered passenger who looks pretty.”

“deal.” you nodded your head eagerly.

“good because your also a terrible driver and i have no plans being the jack to your rose when we die in sea.”

“asshole! fucking forget it then!”

indulger!katsuki who can't maintain a professional demeanor when you decide you miss him too much to let him work.

you were at home, lounging in one of his oversized shirts, feeling particularly needy. you knew he was in the middle of a high-stakes strategy meeting with the top ten heroes. out of impulse, you sent him a message:

i'm so bored and the bed feels too big without you.

five minutes later, your phone buzzed.

stop sending me shit while i'm working, brat.

you replied: i might just go buy another little lingerie set to pass the time. i saw a gorgeous red set… oh, did i mention i’m wearing a black set rn

you quickly followed it up by sending him a single photo: a selfie of you biting your lip, nothing on but a black lace teddy set, sitting prettily in the bed.

his response was almost instantaneous it made you giggle.

stay. put.

another ten minutes passed before the front door slammed open with such force the windows rattled. katsuki stormed into the bedroom, still in his full hero gear, his arm bracers were removed and thrown on the couch in a blink of an eye. he looked absolutely livid, his chest heaving. “who the hell do you think you are, interrupting my meeting with a photo of you dressed like that?"

“i missed you,” you whispered, sliding off the bed and walking toward him.

“you're a menace. i had edgeshot staring at my phone screen for three seconds because i reacted too loud! i'm supposed to be a professional!”

you wrapped your arms around his waist, looking up at him with wide, innocent eyes. “are you going to go back, dynamight?”

katsuki looked down at you, his gaze darkening as he felt your warmth against him. he reached up, gripping your chin and tilting your head back. “not a chance in hell. now, since you wanted my attention so badly, you're going to spend the rest of the afternoon making up for the fact that i had to walk out of a very important meeting.”

“how?”

“shut up. i'll show you.”

indulger!katsuki who loves the way you beg, not just for things, but for him, and he takes his time making sure you earn every single touch.

he pulled back, his eyes scanning your flushed face, a smirk playing on his lips. he didn't move to take off the rest of your clothes; instead, he just watched you squirm beneath him, your breath coming in short, jagged gasps. “what's the matter? you were so bold over text. where's all that energy now?”

“please... kats, please.” you squirmed.

“please what? be specific. i don't do vague requests.” your smug boyfriend tutted.

you arched your back, your fingers digging into the muscles of his shoulders. “i want you... i want you inside me. please.”

katsuki chuckled, a dark, rough sound. he shifted his weight, his hand sliding down to touch you, his fingers finding you already drenched and aching. he didn't push inside; he just teased the entrance, circling the sensitive peak of your center with agonizing movements. “tch, you're so impatient. you think because i get you whatever you want, you get the reward immediately? no. you're going to wait until i decide you've begged enough.”

“fuck—i'll do anything! just... please, baby!”

“anything? then tell me, brat. tell me how much you love being taken care off by me. tell me how much you love that i'm the only one who can handle you. the only one who is capable of giving you everything and anything you want.”

“i love it... i love you... i love that you're mine—hah… only mine,”

katsuki didn't wait another second. he ripped the loose shirt you were wearing upward, exposing you completely, and drove into you in one powerful thrust.

“oh! f-ffuuuck…” you screamed, the sound muffled by his mouth as he crashed his lips against yours, swallowing your cry. he moved with a violent, rhythmic intensity, his body a storm of heat and muscle, driving you deeper and deeper into the mattress.

indulger!katsuki who is surprisingly attentive during sex, ensuring that while he is dominant, your pleasure is the absolute priority. despite the aggression of his movements, his eyes never left yours. he watched every flicker of pleasure, every curl of your toes, every time your eyes rolled back in your head.

“look at me,” katsuki commanded, his voice strained.

“i'm... i'm looking!” you mewled as you fought your head from tilting backwards.

“tell me how it feels. tell me how i feel—ffuuuck, yeah, baby. take it just like that—inside you.” katsuki pounded you into the mattress, his knees bent as his hips moved relentlessly.

“it's perfect... you're... oh god, katsuki!” your nails digging into his back, marking him.

katsuki gritted his teeth, his pace increasing, his palms sparking slightly against the sheets, the scent of sweat and the burnt fabric filling the room. he reached down, his thumb finding your clit, the exact spot that sent you over the edge, adding a level of stimulation that made your entire body convulse.

“that's it... take it all, my greedy baby. take everything i give you.”

as you peaked, your voice breaking in a long, shuddering moan, he followed you, his body stiffening as he let out a low, primal roar, filling you completely. he collapsed against you, his breath coming in heavy heaves, his heart hammering against your chest like a trapped bird.

indulger!katsuki who becomes an insatiable force of nature when you are ovulating, turning your heightened desire into a marathon of pleasure that leaves both of you completely spent. and in his opinion, as much as he thinks you’re the best thing to ever exist, this version of you might take the cake.

you had told him you were in your peak window, and the moment the words left your lips, the air in the room had shifted. katsuki didn't just become more affectionate; he became obsessed.

“i can smell it on you,” he whispered, his voice a dark, predatory hum as he backed you against the bedroom wall. “you smell like you are wet f’me already.”

“i am,” you whimpered, your legs already shaking. “i can't stop thinking about you, baby. i want you inside me. now please.”

katsuki didn't need to be told twice. he ripped your clothes off, his movements frantic yet precise. he lifted you up, your legs locking around his waist. it didn’t take long before he drove himself into you with a force that made the wall rattle. “you are so wet,” he groaned, the sound of his cock sliding into your drenched pussy creating a loud, squelching noise that echoed in the room. “you are practically dripping for me.”

he fucked you for hours, moving you from the wall to the bed, then to the floor, and back again. every time you thought he was finished, every time he came in a loud, shaking burst of pleasure, he would look at you, at your flushed skin, your swollen lips, your pleading eyes, and he would harden again.

“more,” you sobbed, clutching his shoulders. “please, suki, more.”

“fucking hell. you are a bottomless pit, katsuki panted, his sweat dripping onto your chest. “i can't believe how much you can take. it is unbelievable.”

he explored every inch of you, his tongue tracing the line of your thighs, his fingers stretching you open before plunging back inside. he was rough and demanding, his voice a constant stream of praise and possession. “yes, take it all,” he commanded, his hips slamming into yours with a rhythmic thud. “you want this, don't you? you want your man to fill you up until you can't take another drop.”

“yes, k-kats! ngghh… oh, fuck, baby. harder, harder—yeah…”

by the time you were finally satiated, katsuki collapsed beside you, the sun was beginning to peak through the curtains. you were both covered in a mixture of sweat, saliva, and cum, your bodies entwined in a tangle of exhaustion.

“you are a monster,” he whispered, kissing your forehead, his voice sounding completely wrecked. “my beautiful, greedy little monster.”

you giggled, tracing patterns on his chest, “you tired? what happened, dynamight? i thought you were the best of the best.”

“i am going to spend the rest of the day making sure you stay this exhausted if you keep talking like that.”

indulger!katsuki who is unexpectedly devoted to your physical comfort in the aftermath of your endless love making, turning into a protective heater that refuses to let you go.

after a particularly grueling session where he's left you spent and breathless, he doesn't just roll over and sleep. he carries you into the oversized marble shower, the water steaming and hot. “stop shivering, you idiot. i've got you.”

“it’s not like i’m doing it on purpose,” you retorted, splashing him on the face with water which earned you a glare.

katsuki washes you with a slow, methodical care, his large hands scrubbing your skin with a luxury soap he bought specifically because you liked the scent of vanilla and sandalwood. he doesn't yell now; his voice is a low, sleepy murmur. “you're so damn small compared to me,” he mutters, pressing a kiss to the nape of your neck. “how the hell do you fit all that greed into one person?”

“i'm not greedy,” you murmur, leaning back into his chest.

“you're the greediest person i've ever met. and the worst part is, i can't stop giving you everything. you've got me wrapped around your finger, and you know it.”

he wraps you in a towel that's far too big for you, effectively swallowing you in plush fabric, and carries you back to bed, tucking you in as if you were something fragile that might break if he didn't hold you just right.

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Royal matters.

Fantasy AU! Katsuki Bakugo x Fem! Reader

TW/CW: 18+, smut, p in v, established relationship, they already have a child, royalty, historical sexism mentions (not Bakugo tho he’d never), public sex, creampie, breeding kink, breast milk, loverboy! Bakugo as always, polished speech?, one line of religious speech in a polytheistic religious context, size kink if you squint, pregnancy mention and post partum autonomy ig?

A/N: i also have a lot of fantasy bakugo hi, SO MUCH, i got like dragon hybrid! reader, god gifted reader?, i have a lot of fantasy AU BKG. I love the fantasy AU bc i can just make up literally whatever I want. I have LORE to my fantasy AU bkg… i lit started making up a language for one of the fics lowk

Half a year since bearing his heir, and your husband still refuses to touch you beyond a featherlight caress. Katsuki Bakugo, the barbarian king whose name brings war and bloodshed, still refuses to handle you as if you were anything more than the most fragile glass.

Time has granted you no mercy; in the blink of an eye, your firstborn is already lifting his head and smiling beautifully. His ruby eyes, inherited from his father, gleam with wonder as he begins to take in the world around him; the world his father carved with carnage and viscera just for him to hold. He is growing larger, chubbier, greedier to your body’s dismay, especially with tiny teeth piercing his gums.

Currently, the little prince sleeps soundly, leaving you and your husband alone for the first time in ages. Between his duties to his people and your son’s incessant clinging, which you love to indulge, you and Katsuki have had limited moments together.

Quiet times are rare and precious.

“Bless the Gods for granting us this,” you whisper, gazing at the city skyline of your budding land, a city impenetrable to outsiders; only locals can cross these mountains. “It is a fine day.”

“Mmh,” responds your husband, offering a gentle nod, his head seemingly heavy with the weight of his crown as he leans back to observe you.

The balcony is a favourite of both of you, a palace carved into the grandest mountain, forged from stone and fire, overlooking your people and land. Behind you are your lavish chambers, decorated with the finest furs, tapestries, banners, and the grandest hearth.

“Not much to say, my beloved?” you ask, sweet yet playful, standing behind him as you remove the heavy, blackened steel of jagged points and polished rubies from his blond hair. “Tired after just moments with me?”

“Mmh,” he grunts again, rolling his neck as the heavy weight is lifted, a cracking sound from his sharp jaw as he flexes his mouth. “More comfortable, actually.”

“Too comfortable to look at your wife?”

“Don’t be so ridiculous, woman. You know why I cannot look at you.”

“And why is that?”

“You are too tempting.”

“Is that a bad thing?”

He clicks his tongue with a sigh, rolling his eyes at what he perceives as your stupidity. His eyes are fixed on the horizon, rather than on his queen, who stands beside him.

“I haven’t had you in months. I cannot be gentle in the way your body needs.”

It’s rare for your husband to shock you anymore, but sometimes his words remind you how very different you expected him to be.

When you were promised to the barbarian prince of the eastern mountains—young and playing with dolls—you already expected a man like your father, brothers, and uncles: courtesans, whores, men driven by drink and gold. You expected, even then, to be a pretty ornament, producing heirs in silence. When your wedding took place over three years ago, you were surprised to meet the loud, brash Mitsuki, your mother-in-law and queen at the time. The true ruler of the land—opinionated, crass—nothing like what you’d been taught a woman should be, yet exactly what your husband wanted.

It took time to unlearn court etiquette and forget rigid rules ingrained into your bones. Now, you stand here, as much a ruler over the city as your husband is over his domain. You, alone, are his greatest achievement; he treats you as such. A king going nearly eight months without the intimate touch of a woman would be unthinkable in your land.

“You think I need tenderness?” you ask softly, leaning over his shoulder, whispering into his ear, making his shoulders straighten, and his pants tighten. “Don’t you think we should consider a little sibling for our son?”

Your nails trace his broad, tanned arms, battle-worn and marred with medals of scars—a king who fought alongside his men.

“You want another already?” he murmurs through a shaky breath, his hands tensing on the carved wood of his chair.

“A king can’t have just one child.”

Katsuki groans deeply, with seemingly tested patience as he rises from his seat. His massive form crowded your own as he pulled you closer, your back against the hard planes of his torso. He keeps your gaze fixed ahead as he tilts his head to your ear, planting the gentlest of kisses.

“I suppose I’ll have to put another one in you then,” he mutters, one large hand resting on your womb. “You think you can handle me so soon?”

“What sort of wife would I be if I could not?”

“You drive me mad, woman,” he murmurs low, his deep voice resonating through your back, tracing the changes in your body. “Do you even know how torturous it has been? Seeing you so full? How stunning you are after birthing my heir? You’ve been ethereal, my forbidden treasure, and I’ve been unable to touch.”

“I haven’t stopped you—” you gasp, words melting into a moan as his hand moves over your chest. “Katsuki!”

You feel his smirk on your neck, his hands pausing as his thumb circles over the fine, milk-stained silk of your dress. “You think I wouldn’t notice how sensitive you are here? I’d wager you could finish from this alone.”

The summer sun kisses your face, allowing your husband to see every flicker of pleasure he draws from you, his thumbs grazing your oversensitive, full breasts, occasionally pinching your nipples through the fabric.

“Do you think you could handle how rough I’m aching to be?” he murmurs, kissing below your ear and down your neck. “It’s been a while since we were close.”

Before you can respond, skilled hands roll your buds between his fingers, causing your thighs to press together and a soft whimper to escape your lips.

“Come on, gorgeous, we’ve got a little time before our precious prince starts squawking for his mother’s milk again,” he mutters huskily.

“Mmh, shame our son must share his food with his greedy father,” you mutter between gasps, milk beading on your clothes as Katsuki continues to tease.

“Oh? You’re going to let me steal some?”

“You already are,” you tease, gesturing to the dampness forming against the bodice of your dress.

That’s all it takes for Katsuki to slip his hands away from your chest, undoing the delicate bows holding the dress together. Rough, practised hands—like he’s done this countless times—quickly free you.

You gasp, holding the silk and lace of your dress, turning to glare at him. “I thought you’d be taking me inside,” you scold, glancing back at the open sky and the city beyond.

“You think they can see you from up here?” he mutters roughly, loosening the last thread. “And even if they could? Who cares? Their king loving their queen is not a crime.”

His thumb brushes against your lower lip, tracing its shape and fixing the frown that appears in mortification at being caught in front of your subjects.

“Let me have my fill, my wife; let me take you here,” Katsuki murmurs, guiding your hands from your chest, letting the dress fall to your hips. “Then I’ll fill your womb once more. I’ll breed you full, plant another heir within you.”

His hand slips beneath your skirt, tracing the silvery stretch marks at your hips before delving between your thighs. His calloused middle finger parts your honeyed folds.

“You’re dripping at the thought,” he comments, an undeniable fact as he circles your sensitive bud, causing your knees to buckle. “Have I really been neglecting my wife so much?”

You nod against his shoulder, pressing closer, feeling his chiselled abdomen against your back, relying on him as you tremble under his ministrations.

He presses you against the balcony’s edge, lifting the hem of your skirt to around your waist.

“I’m far too impatient,” he scolds himself, biting his own tongue at his roughness, “forgive me.”

“Katsuki- I want it,” you demand, arching your hips as your fingers find purchase on solid stone, “I want it more than I have wanted a thing in my life-”

Your words are cut off with a wanton moan as he pushes inside you, his unfairly huge cock splitting apart your poor cunt. Painful after not taking him in so many moons. You bite back a hiss as he stills, burying himself to the hilt with a shaking breath, his rough hands gripping your hips tightly.

“My perfect wife,” he utters with reverence, “perfect, perfect wife. Take me even now, tell me when I can move.”

“You can move; I’ll bear the pain.”

“No. You won’t. I’ll wait.”

So he does, almost awkwardly, biting his lip, his knuckles, his own tongue. Anything to stop the shaking he faces in the urge of just taking you. Until your body relaxes a margin, pulsing and fluttering around his length as pain subsides and pleasure crashes into you.

“That’s it,” he all but moans, pulling out slightly before slamming back in, hitting every spot that makes your toes curl; his pace is slow, bordering on cruel.

“Katsuki more!” You only hiccup out, arching your back and moving in time with his thrusts to sink him deeper, harder, faster.

“Stop-“ he rasps out, holding your hips in an iron grip to prevent you moving further, “unless you want me to fill you now?! I want to feel this perfect cunt gush around me first.”

It takes every moment of his strength not to release within you with every thrust, his hands spasming against your sides, his breathing laboured and shaking with the effort.

You’re moaning, writhing, standing on your tippy toes to keep your back arched and keep him hitting the spot that makes your stomach tighten, unabashedly loud into the open air. Every thrust is measured, almost timed to perfection, the art of making his queen see stars.

“You sound perfect, my queen, my queen, let the people hear you, let my people hear what ruins me,” he grunts out, fingers twitching at your sides as one hand returns between your thighs, circling your clit, making you clench around him, “so close already? Cum for me, my wife, please.”

His words are all it takes for you to come undone, pulsing and fluttering around his aching cock as a fresh wave of arousal coats between your thighs, moaning loudly against your own hand.

“I’ll fill you,” he pants out harshly, “fill you with my seed, coat your womb, I’ll make it stick, we’ll have tens of heirs-“

He’s choking on his own words, filling you with warmth as he pants against your shoulder, pressing kisses there with eyes shut tight. When his eyes open, he’s almost sheepish when he meets your gaze, the barbarian king looking more like a drunken fool.

“Forgive me, it has been too long; I could not last any longer,” he murmurs against your neck, pulling out only to lift you into his arms to carry you inside. “We will do it again shortly. We must if we want to ensure another heir.”

He goes pale when your second pregnancy is confirmed. How could he be so stupid as to make you endure labour again? This time, he swears off touching you forever.

[cathnospam]

You keep talking about Deku and Bakugo hates it.

Okay, you aren’t ALWAYS talking about him, but you had a friendship with Deku before Bakugo. Deku was like your little brother and bestest friend since childhood and growing a bond that couldnt be broken.

COMPLETELY. PLATONIC. NEVER ROMANTIC.

He practically introduced you both back in high school and after a long cat and mouse game you guys finally dated and you and Deku turned into you and Bakugo.

Deku obviously didnt mind, the same thing happened when he got with Ochako, and you both are still good distant friends since getting into a relationship and this being your first romantic one you still had much to learn about boundaries and understanding how to be a proper girlfriend.

Bakugo has gotten a decent amount of patience since doing therapy after and during the end of high school and even having girlfriends prior himself, but youve been testing it.

“Oh yeah that cafe! I remember Zuku and I went like 10 years ago when it first opened. Oh my gosh im so sad it’s closed!”

“Zuku invited me to speak for his class too.”

His eye twitches a little bit when you mention him at this point. You have told him you and Deku never liked each other, nor done anything.

“I think Zuku still has that, I need to get it back from him.”

It’s definitely not intentional, but at this point Bakugo twitches seeing your face light up when you talk about “zzuuukuuuu”.

It’s all platonic though.

Deku even insisted you should go for Bakugo when you admitted you liked him. And your boyfriend believes you, he doesnt distrust you at all.

He’s just.

The jealous type.

The last straw was when you and him were getting ready for a date and you were browsing through your jewelry box and Bakugo seen this beautiful diamond necklace that you don’t wear anymore.

“Who gave you this?”

You turn and see the pretty jewelry dangle from his fingers, you slightly panic and rush to take it, Bakugo notices the glint in your eye as you look at it, “It’s Zuku’s! Oh wow I thought I lost it. I swear it wasn’t in there last time I checked. I should wear it—“

“Oh my fucki—why?….Why exactly do you need to wear this? Are my gifts not enough?”

“What?”

“When did he get you this?”

“On my 16th birthday he—“

“Were you two dating then or something? Is that why he gave you that kind of gift? Because that’s around the time we met—“

“NO?! Gosh no Kat, what’s wrong—“

“NOTHING’S—-nevermind.”

His tone was aggressive, Bakugo’s never been this genuinely annoyed, at least not at you so when you shoot your eyes at him, all you see is him turning around to leave the room.

For a moment you didn’t understand, it’s just a necklace right? His gifts are amazing though why did he sound so upset?

Weird.

Your stomach felt heavy now. Almost…like guilt? But for what??? You just couldn’t pin point it so you follow him.

As you watch him through the hallway grabbing a beer, he started mumbling to himself. Bakugo isn’t really a drinker, if fact the beer is usually far behind in the fridge due to this. He only ever does when he needs a cop out from stress.

When he takes his sip by the couch he sighs to throw his head back, “You don’t have to hide, Y/N….I’m not ganna blow you up.”

He watches you slowly approach him from behind through the mirror, once youre in arms reach he pulls you next to him, but doesn’t speak.

“Me and Izuku we—“

“I know.”

“Then why—“

“Because.”

“…..Because…?”

When he puts his drink down he turns to face you, fighting back any embarrassment and putting his pride to the back burner he wanted to just lay it all out for you, “I know you and Deku had—-have a long relationship and past. And I believe you when you say you and him never …were together, but…”

You just watch him find the words as he takes a pause to look up, his eyes glossy from frustration and eyes scrunched in annoyance, “The way you talk about Deku to or around me is….a lot.”

“Oh.”

“The way you talk about him I—I just want …” He sighs, the words are there, he just can’t spit them out.

Bakugo always struggled with this, but what made him fall in love with you was your personality, and part of that was how you were so able to read and understand him. Translating the words he couldn’t say.

“The way I talk about Deku is how I should talk about you…yes?”

He nods.

You smile.

Now he’s confused.

You begin to giggle, and hold his cheeks, “Baby….I’m so sorry I made you feel this way. I really didn’t realize how much it bothered you. Me and Deku NEVER, ever did anything besides be good friends, and now you’re my best friend so I will make more of an effort to show that more to you.”

It was a weight off his chest you helped him rid of. That jealousy he held and that guilt you felt slowly being washed away.

“What?”

“You’re still pouting after I apologized.”

“Shut up.”

He kisses you, very annoyed, but he does. That’s all he really wanted to properly reassure him.

A few weeks since your heart to heart, he wanted to have lunch with you so he stopped by your job to see if you wanted to join him.

It was weird though.

At the receptionist desk, he already recognized him, but not because he was a pro hero, but because he was YOUR boyfriend.

“So, that’s the famous and amazing boyfriend Y/N swears about. He is tall.”

The small whispers here and there irked him in a way that he wanted to confront, but before he could act he spotted you down the hall.

“Oh my gosh hey you!” It was almost like you felt his presence before he could make himself known, turning almost immediately to greet him. “What are you doing here?”

“I wanted to see if you were hungry.”

“Oh yes! I can go to lunch with you. We can try that restaurant down the street you been wanting to try. Come with me to get my stuff in my office real quick.”

In passing he met your boss, he made a sweet comment of how happier you have been for a while now since you two started dating and it made his cheeks warm. You’ve been talking about him?

It wasn’t a lie either. When you’re at work all you do is talk about Bakugo, you’ve been at this job for years and everybody noticed how more lively you became since. It was like a whole 180.

When you entered your office he looked around the decently sized room decorated with your personal belongings, but mainly noticed the photos you had of you both on your wall and desk, the flowers he bought you were still alive and doing well, you even had one of his little funko pops. He did notice that you didn’t talk about Deku as much anymore, but he had no idea you did the same thing about him (if not more) to others around you.

“Okay.” You grab your purse and shut off your computer, “Y’ready?”

Bakugo nodded, and grabbed your hand in pair with a forehead kiss.

You’ve always been a proud girlfriend of Bakugo since the first day of your relationship, but nobody was more proud and blessed to have you as their partner than Bakugo.

[pia-rtszy]

Married a Superhero

This AU has no quirks.

Izuku Midoriya x F!reader

Synopsis: You came from a family that doesn't really truly understand you no matter how times you try. Your dad still doesn't get the idea that you're now married, so when he got mad after what you said he rushed to you and Izuku's house to just "discipline" you.

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Getting medications and therapy because of what your family did to you all those years, verbally, it left a deep scar inside, to the point you thought love has no space inside, that changed when Izuku met you.

A simple and loving highschool teacher, he has a big heart, always cared even when you told him that it was nothing, he sees what you're hiding kept inside.

So you gave him a chance.

Dated him for 2 years.

Got engaged for 6 months.

And now married for 3 years.

Still have therapy, cause even after all those years of verbal scarring and abuse, it's hard to just, leave it and go and move on. Izuku knows that.

Because when you had a heated argument with your dad on the phone, panic started rising, the call ended abruptly, eyeing the clock to see, in 15 minutes Izuku will come home from his work.

You stayed in bed. Petrified, your emotional support Golden Retriever that Izuku gifted you as an engagement gift, came in to comfort you, in which it helped amazingly, but the petrified state you're in still present.

Even when the sound of keys of the door opening didn't make your dog leave your side.

"love?"

"Izuku"

As if it's a code word, he went by your shared bedroom to see the Golden Retriever by your side, he knows you.

"talked with your dad huh?"

You didn't need to answer him when the doorbell rang and even the door opened in which Izuku knows that he locked it. He swore in mind remembering your dad got a spare key.

Izuku did not let your father go near you, spitting out curse words, tears rolling down your eyes with his rough and loud words.

"Who gave you the right to say those things to MY wife? First of all, you're not coming into MY house to just go and spread your insulting words towards to MY wife, I am ready to lay down my life if I have to, to protect MY wife, she is now MINE, and she is MY PRIORITY, and if you ever decided to come to OUR house ever again, I will always and forever going to defend MY wife, from this point on, you're no one in her life anymore you understand me? She's MY WIFE, and you are never going to harm her ever again!"

This was the first time, Izuku raised his voice, never at you, but at the very person who gave you the reason to go to therapy and medications. After what happened, your heart is full, you feel even more safe, thanking God for the man He gave you to marry, He knew you needed a hero, so God gifted you one.

You married a superhero.

The storm has calmed down, your dog never left your side, even stood attentively when Izuku started yelling towards your dad.

When the man left, Izuku took heavy deep breathes in, brushing his curly messy hair, green eyes scanning you over his shoulder before fully facing you, tears were falling, a deep heavy shaky sigh of relief left your lips.

"He's gone love, okay? I am here"

"... Izuku I--- thank you--- he's, too much"

"I know, I know. My best friend could never, remember Kacchan?"

"I prefer Katsuki's shouting over my dad's" ending with a high pitched cry mixed in with a chuckle as Izuku hugged you tightly, rocking back and forth to soothe you, his gentle big scarred hands rubbing up and down on your back, kissing your temple and forehead, whispering "I love you" 's.

You married a superhero indeed.

[fireflyinks]

pro hero!katsuki with housewife!reader drabble, 18+ mdni

pro hero!katsuki with housewife!reader, coming home from a long day of fighting villains and keeping the city safe to his adorable wife pulling a pan of his favorite cookies out of the oven. he smiles, walking up to you and wrapping his arms around your waist, nipping gently at his neck. "hi sweet girl..." he whispers, placing a soft kiss on your cheek.

pro hero!katsuki with housewife!reader who always patches up his wounds from the day, wincing as you notice particularly harsh ones and always asking if he's okay. he can't help but admire he as she tends to him, watching her intently as she examines him. "geez, this one's bad, kats. are you sure you're okay?" "tch, i'm fine, it's nothing. you could kiss it better for me though..."

pro hero!katsuki with housewife!reader, who scoffs whenever you discredit yourself because the work you do daily is so much different than his. "i mean... you're out saving people and i'm just doing laundry and cooking..." he rolls his eyes, shaking his head immediantly, "shut the hell up, i don't like when you say it like that. you do so much for me. i don't know what i'd do without you, sweetheart."

pro hero!katsuki with housewife!reader, who tries to help with chores the best he can and whenever his schedule allows. if he sees you carrying a laundry basket, he automatically steals it from you. "katsuki... you don't have to, that's my job!" "shh, it's alright... just wanna help you out..."

pro hero!katsuki with housewife!reader, who is genuinely obsessed with seeing you in that damn apron. it gets him going every time. he can't figure out why. maybe it's the domesticity of it, or maybe it's how your hips are showed off perfectly when you wear it. either way, he can't see you in it without getting hard. he even asks you keep it on as he bends you over the kitchen counter. "you look good in it, sweets. just wanna show my pretty little house wife some love..."

pro hero!katsuki with housewife!reader, who eats you out like a starved man (even though you always keep his belly full) when he comes home to a clean house and food on the table daily. he's literally so grateful for you, knowing he'd be living in filth without you. "gotta show my lady how much i appreciate her... too damn good to me"

pro hero!katsuki with housewife!reader who develops a major breeding kink when he sees you take on such a domestic role. he already enjoyed filling you up before, but it's become an absolute must. "you want me to fill you up with my babies, hm? you wanna be full of my kids?" he's mesmerized with the thought of knocking you up.

and when pro hero!katsuki with housewife!reader does finally get you pregnant, it's all he can think about. you look so good, so full of his child. he talks to your belly constantly, trying to get even the smallest kick out of your baby girl. "hey there, pumpkin... daddy's here. can you kick for me? wanna see you..."

[sleepingdeath-light]

being his house-spouse hcs ; pro hero ! katsuki bakugou

requested by ; anonymous (21/09/25)

fandom(s) ; my hero academia

fandom masterlist(s) ; here

character(s) ; katsuki bakugou

outline ; “hi there! i love reading your works so much, you’re such a lovely writer o(^▽^)o if you don’t mind writing it, could i request pro-hero katsuki with a housewife reader (it can be gn! but i did not know what the proper gender neutral term would be when asking, sorry ;;)

thank you if you decide to write this! :D”

warning(s) ; none, just fluff!

the life of a pro hero is a demanding one by its very nature. it’s one that, even within the most well established and well staffed agencies in the country, necessitates long exhausting shifts and a work-life balance that almost makes the word ‘balance’ in the phrase look entirely irrelevant most days.

it’s also a life that tends to be rather isolating for those who go down that path, even if it sounds almost absurd to feel lonely and unseen when you’re constantly mobbed by the adoring public and your name is uttered reverently in every household — because an increased public presence means an absence in the home and a breakdown of relationships as a result as the non-hero partner is left feeling abandoned, unseen, and overwhelmed

but when you and katsuki got together back during your last year of school, right before he was set to finally go pro, you were already well aware of what you were getting into and were ready to stand by his side as the best support he could ever ask for

(well, domestic support… the actual support people on scene were arguably going to be much more help for him during his work. but that’s just semantics!)

so the two of you came to an agreement, somewhere between your engagement and finalising the details of your wedding, that he’d be the main breadwinner and you’d be the one to take care of the home. because with the salary he was already on with his agency there wasn’t any real necessity for you to work, unless you wanted to work as a hobby — and, thankfully, you were of much the same mind, settling comfortably into the role of ‘house spouse’ shortly after you two got married

as far as house chores go, despite his demanding schedule bakugou does try his best to help out wherever and whenever he can. and that includes splitting chores evenly on his days off, taking over the less recurring chores so you don’t have to worry about them (vehicle maintainance, window cleaning, etc.), meal prepping with you during the evenings to lighten your load, and running any last minute errands for the household on his way home from the agency. because, yes, he recognises that as the breadwinner he could pull the ‘you’re at home all day’ card and just relax during his time off instead, but he was raised well enough to want to take care of you like you take care of the home — hence his very stubborn determination to help out as much as he does (and, no, you cannot talk him out of it but good luck trying!)

he makes a point of spoiling you whenever and however he can — either directly (like through buying you and some close friends slots at some all inclusive spa, or surprising you with some new jewellery/clothes he knows you’ve been eyeing lately), or indirectly through taking care of things he knows you were worried about or intending to do if you don’t happen to take well to being spoiled. and, because bakugou is bakugou, he will brush off all of his gifts as him just doing the bare minimum or by using some other such excuse that you both know is a complete lie

he’s a very strong believer in the ‘happy spouse, happy life’ school of thought and it shows. bakugou refuses to be one of those guys who leaves you hanging and neglects your relationship, even unintentionally, and he makes it very clear that he wants you to tell him how you’re feeling and what you need from him — be that more time off, more communication, or more help within the home, because he will always do his best to provide that for you. of course there’s only so much he can do, and there will be times where hero work leaves him so utterly hollowed out that he ends up withdrawing for a time, but it’s never permanent and on the whole he does keep a very strong level of communication with you — even if it’s just a few texts throughout the day to check up on you and complain about the ‘dumbasses’ he works with

and god help anyone he catches disrespecting you for the fact that you don’t work and handle all the domestic stuff instead, because they will be getting a very swift and thorough demonstration of the temper he’s done so well to quell since graduation faster than they can even finish saying the words ‘gold digger’

all in all, bakugou is a very aggressively and stubbornly supportive husband to you and makes it very clear how much he appreciates all the domestic labour you do as a stay at home partner — so as long as you’re prepared to handle what it means to be the spouse of a famous pro hero (and explosion murder god dynamight in particular) he is one of the best people to build a life with, both regarding this dynamic and otherwise

[cececherrie]

Happy birthday Izuku <3

waking up and turning over to see Izuku sleeping peacefully, lips parted, one leg out of the covers, dead asleep.

you think of all the things you've planned for him today, the dinner at his favorite resturant, a little suprise party you set up with his students, and the gifts the await him.

you sit up thinking about what to make for breakfast, looking him over again you get a different idea, you made him breakfast in bed last year, you can switch it up a bit...

you lay back down and shift closer to him, pressing you body against his side and kissing his cheek softly, he hardly reacts, maybe a soft sigh but other than that he shows no sign of waking up.

slowly you slide down, pushing up his shirt a bit exposing his lower stomach, kissing down until your met with the waistband of his shorts, you watch him carefully as you pull them down.

you take him into your hand, he's half hard and you pump him gently until hes fully hard, even leaking a little bit.

you lick the pre dribbling out, watching how his eyes scrunch up a little bit, his tip brushes against you lips and you open, slowly slipping his cock into your mouth, you feel his thigh tense up briefly underneath your palm.

you set a gentle pace, light sucking, your tongue flat against the underside of his cock, and your free hand pumping him softly.

Small groans fall from his lips, he stirs in his sleep, his head falls to face the wall and he lets out a sigh.

You repeat this process, watching and listening carefully until you feel his thigh tense under your hand and tired emeralds eyes open and flicker down to where you lay between his thighs.

In seconds his face is flushed a deep red and hes propping himself up on his elbows, taking in the sight before him.

Messy hair, an old t-shirt of his that falls off your shoulder, and most of all, his cock wedged safely in your mouth.

"Whats this?" He asks shakily, waking up like this was not something he thought would happen, let alone so close to cumming.

You hum happily around him, his face scrunches up in pleasure and a little whimper slips past his lips.

Now that hes awake, you speed up, sucking harder, bobbing your head faster, and taking him deeper.

He lays beneath you limp, one hand fisting the sheets while the other tangles into your hair, hes moaning and rutting his hip into your mouth shamelessly as he gets closer to the edge.

Tears well up in your eyes from how deep you've taken him and your fighting every bone in your body not to gag around the thick length violating your throat.

Suddenly, he stills with a broken cry of your name, his hand still tight in your hair, his cum fills your throat.

a tear falls down your cheek as you swallow his release, he moves his hand from your hair to your cheek, caressing it gently with his thumb as you both recollect yourselves.

you let go of him, his heavy cock hits his stomach with a soft slap and you crawl up to him, he sits up more and pulls you in for a kiss, his tongue swipes your lips and you part your lips, his hand is back in your hair and his other hand slowly trails down to your damp panties, rubbing soft circles over the cotton.

you gasp and moan into the kiss and he swallows all your sounds, kissing you harder and deeper, until there was no space between you and he was on top of you, pinning him beneath him and pulling your panties to the side.

His finger slides through your slick folds, spreading your wetness before continuing circles on your clit, faster and rougher, he revels in every sound you make, the way your back arches up into him, the little pulse in your clit he can feel as you get closer.

you gasp when he slides two fingers inside of you, you can feel him smiling into the kiss as he rubs your soft spot while swiping your clit with his thumb, you feel the knot in your stomach get tighter fast.

You can hardly kiss him back, he's doing all the kissing, your moaning and whining into his lips, gripping onto his shoulders tightly as he mercilessly plays with you, before you know it the knot snaps, you cum with a cry of his name and your thighs clamp shut around his hand.

he presses his thumb into your clit while slowly massaging your soft spot, letting you ride out your high on his fingers, he kisses the corner of your mouth and all over your face.

He starts sliding down, going face to face with your pussy, dripping, sensitive, just how he likes it, he licks one stride up and moans at your taste, you yelp and grab his hair.

"You have to get ready for work soon, we'll continue this later..." You whine, tugging on his hair.

He chuckles and starts to give your clit kitten licks, making you twitch a little bit, you bite your lip.

"We better make the time count." He mumbles into your pussy.

latching onto your clit and sucking harshly,

which is exactly where he'll be until his alarm goes off.

[r4inerr]

Can we get katsuki and reader as a pro hero couple with whipped katsuki and the public loves it. Bonus if it’s top reader and bottom Bakugo

Pro!Bakugou x Pro!Reader

Katsuki who has definitely gotten more comfortable with himself and how the public sees him as he’s grown. He doesn’t mind when people call him a “Simp” or when they say he follows you around like a lost puppy, in fact he simply turns a blind eye to it all. Because they’re 100% correct. 

Katsuki who lives for seeing those videos of women comparing their boyfriends and husbands to him. Sometimes people can even find him in the comments of those videos. Telling them to leave their man and how there's plenty of fish in the sea. Any oncoming comments about marrying him are met with “I’ve already chosen my fish so back the fuck up.” The media had a field day with that. 

Katsuki who loves when you two have patrol together. He’ll slow his pace to match your own, making sure you’re keeping up. The fans love that. They love seeing him walking with his hand on the small of your back, not pushing you to move. Just making sure you’re still there. That nobody has snuck up on the two of you for an ambush. 

Katsuki who’ll ignore his own injuries to check on you. Even if he’s literally bleeding out, he’ll ignore it because you’ve got a small cut on your cheek that needs immediate medical attention according to him. Surrounding bystanders usually get to witness him limping over to where you are and dusting you off, wiping the blood off your cheek and giving you a kiss. It’s only when you physically drag him to the closest medic that he gets his very real injury checked out.

Katsuki who still finds ways to check on you when you’re not patrolling together. He’ll ask fans on the streets if they’ve seen you today. He isn’t even subtle about it, he’ll straight up ask where you were last seen and what you were up to. If you two bump into each other throughout the day he’ll usually greet you with a light slap on your ass; you don’t even have to check to see who it is, everyone knows not to mess with you or Katsuki will murder them.

Katsuki who’ll bring you lunch on the days you’re out but he’s off. He’ll find himself slaving away in the kitchen, putting all his effort into this one meal just for you. He’ll text and ask where you are, even though he’s already on his way cause he has your location. He shows up wearing his regular everyday clothes. While you’re fully suited up. Fans love taking pictures and captioning them “Submissive and breedable house-husband” 

Katsuki who’s pissed the second a villain lays their hand on you. Pissed. The villain is practically begging for their life the second they realise what they’ve done. Literally in tears, begging to be cuffed and dragged away instead of being dealt with by him.

Katsuki who doesn’t even need to be at the crime scene for villains to be scared of him. The second they see your face and recognise you, they’re already shitting themselves. Already preparing for death, turning themselves into the police. 

Katsuki who doesn’t even flinch when you slap his ass right back, even when you do it with force. Significantly harder than when he does it. He doesn’t even care if people were around to see, he doesn’t give a shit if it’s trending that same day.

Katsuki who’s completely fine with the media seeing you mad at him. If anything he says it’s a teaching moment. “Even the healthiest couples have arguments.” While he’s literally being dragged away by his ear. 

Katsuki who’s a sucker for your touch. Yes, his hands are on you constantly. But when it’s you initiating? That’s different. A good different. Doesn’t even care when it’s posted alongside those people doing the “Seeing if my boyfriend melts into the kiss” trend; because that's exactly what he’s doing. He’s still coming down from the adrenaline of the battle. Still stiffened, prepared for anything when you walk up and do it. And he melts instantly, wrapping a hand around your waist, pulling you in. If anything he’s upset that you pull away and have the audacity to laugh.

Katsuki who hates when villains flirt with either of you. It genuinely pisses him off. He’s literally scolding them while tying them up. “Why the hell would I want you when I’ve got all that?” his gaze is practically glued to you. Or “What the fuck makes you think you even have a chance.” No form of seduction is taking him away from you.

Katsuki

[lonelyfooryouonly]

“i can't believe you put all of my shirts in the wash,” katsuki’s voice is a bit muffled as he steps out of the bathroom.

your head perks up from the bed at the sound. “yeah, sorry about that,” you say, though your voice trails off a bit.

you watch him, completely mesmerized, analyzing the way his muscles shift with every single movement as he walks towards the bed. his blonde hair is still a bit wet from the shower, looking as messy and spiky as ever, while a few drops of water slowly roll down the defined ridges of his abs.

“this is the last time i'm letting you do any chore,” he grumbles, his voice thick with annoyance.

his tone forces you to quickly snap out of the trance he’s got you in. “i’m sorry,” you say, though it comes out almost robotic because your eyes are still helplessly glued to his big, squishy chest.

he lets out a scoff. the second he gets close to where you are sitting on the bed, he reaches out and flicks your forehead with his finger.

“at least look in my eyes, you damn pervert,” he grumbles, kicking off his slippers and climbing onto the mattress right next to you.

“who, me?” you fake, putting on your best innocent face as you rub the spot he just flicked on your forehead.

“yeah! you!”

you let out a dramatic sigh. “look, it was just a coincidence that i put aaallll your shirts in the washer at the same time, and now you just happen to have to walk around shirtless.” you pause, shrugging as if it wasn’t a big deal.

“that sounds stupid once you say it out loud, and you know it.”

he just shakes his head, giving you an exasperated look.

“now i feel bad, kats. really, really bad,” you assure him, sliding closer to him. you don't hesitate as you climb right onto his lap, your palms quickly finding his pecs and giving them a soft squeeze.

a sudden silence falls over the room as you just keep squeezing his chest, completely unfazed by the utterly baffled expression spreading across his face. he stares down at you, totally speechless for a second.

“is this helping?” you ask, looking up at him with wide, hopeful eyes.

“hah?! how the fuck would this help me?!” he demands, his voice rising in annoyance — though you notice he doesn't actually push you off.

“well, i’m offering you support? it really looks like you need it,” you say with a bright smile, your palms still comfortably cupping his firm chest.

katsuki doesn’t need much of a fuse to explode, and that cheeky comment is the final straw.

“fuck off, i’m going to get one of your shirts to wear!” he yells, finally pushing you off his lap.

you roll over the mattress with a loud laugh, clutching your stomach.

“kats, no! wait! please!” you scream after him, trying to catch your breath.

“what now?!” he whips around to face you, his shoulders tense and his nerves already completely shot.

there is a brief, tense moment of silence. you look him up and down.

then—

“did you know your chest jiggles when you move around?”

his face flushes red. “that’s it! i’m taking your favorite shirt!”

“not the blue one!!” you shriek, sitting up in a panic.

“yes, the blue one!!!” he roars back, stomping off towards your closet.

a/n: i miss this man and his titties… 💔

tags: @kamislop @tokkushin

[bakubleh]

Family Planning!

Izuku Midoriya x Fem! Reader

TW/CW: 18+, smut, p in v, creampie, breeding kink, babytrapping (?), manipulation probably, dirty talk, cockwarming, dumbification, petnames, ignored reader, mean and sadistic Izuku, manhandling, cooing, MY izuku (deserves its own warning), reader implied to not have a j*b, teacher Izuku, uhhh idk more probably…

A/N: happy birthday green haired freak, he’s my best friend if you didn’t know.

The lamp beside you radiated a warm, inviting glow. At the same time, the TV in the background buzzed softly, filling the room with the legendary voice of All Might—playing the same YouTube docuseries Izuku had watched thousands of times.

One scarred hand gently wrapped around your waist, legs comfortably sprawled across the coffee table, with the laptop resting on the sofa’s armrest. His free hand, gripping a red pen, marking through endless essays, each stroke echoing the authority of a judge's gavel.

In this moment, you were barely more than a distraction to your boyfriend’s restless mind—just like the familiar video or the spreadsheets open on his laptop. You were something to keep his mind quiet while he focused, a warm presence in his lap, something to keep his endlessly hard cock occupied.

Trying not to squirm as your tight little hole was stretched and fluttering around his thick length, muffling pathetic whimpers against his shoulder.

“You’re being so good, pretty,” Izuku murmurs, giving you something at least, remarkably good at multitasking, “Being so quiet for me.”

You know it’s a trap—those kind words, whispered praise, gentle touches. He’s so skilled at it, getting you exactly where he wanted you. A melted puddle against him, muffling your noises, trembling with the effort to stay quiet, biting your own lip until it hurts.

The moment your whines threatened to rise above his acceptable limit, his hand, slowly palming your ass, smacked down hard, making your back arch and flesh sting. Your cunt pulsing around his cock, gushing between your joined pelvises, embarrassing at just a little contact.

“You were being so good,” Izuku sighs, feigning disappointment at his personal cockwarming toy’s loudness, “how am I ever meant to focus on my work?”

You don’t even want to murmur apologies, just in case that noise irritates him further, your mind too hazy to tell what’s sadism and genuine annoyance. His grip tightens around your waist, in some attempt to keep you still; instead, he rolls you against him, eliciting a broken moan from your lips.

It is a pure prey response when you freeze, as his shoulders tense slightly at your distraction. He sets the pen down against his notebook so very gently that it genuinely startles you when he flips it. A gasp muffled against the throw cushions of your couch, faced down and your back in a mean arch he’s positioned you into. One hand on your hip, keeping you still, as his other lands against your backside, leaving a nice handprint and an echoed sound in the room.

“Jus’ gotta fuck you dumb, hm?” Izuku purrs meanly, words cooed with venom, “So I can get back to my important work?”

You almost squeal, embarrassingly, when his girth stretches out your sopping hole once more, making your fingers curl against the opposite armrest of the couch. You’re mortified at the sound of your own cunt accepting his length, something Izuku, of course, has to comment on.

“So loud, both of you,” he laughs through a groan, his freckled face contorting into pleasure as he feels your pulse around his cock, “so fuckin’ needy.”

His hand moves from your hip, grasping both of your wrists to twist behind your back, leaning his weight against you. He’s hitting the deepest parts of your cunt, knocking breath from you with every nasty thrust, pounding until your legs feel like jelly and you're crumpling beneath him.

He catches you, of course, the hand on your waist moving to your tummy, right above where you feel the tip of his cock, “Can’t even stay up without my help, hm? Need me to do everything for you, don’t you, baby? S’okay, I always will, will always do everythin’ my pretty girl needs.”

You whine in response, hands spasming against your own back as your tummy tightens, drooling against the cushions as your eyes roll back and vision blurs. He’s fucking you so good, good enough to have you creaming around his length, babbling his name incoherently. He fucks you through it, his leaking tip grinding against every overstimulated spot inside of you, making a mess of your thighs and furniture. His weight presses down on you further, losing himself in your cunt to where he can no longer hold you both up, collapsing beneath him as he continues to make your head spin and toes curl, almost crushed beneath his built form.

“Fuck!” He groans roughly against your shoulder, still keeping your arms behind your back, “So fuckin’ good for me, lettin’ me fuck this pretty pussy anyway I want. You’re so good for me, baby, so good. Lettin’ me stretch out this pretty little cunt, never saying no to me, oh-”

Your hips arch further, crying out as he kisses your womb, your nails digging into your own palms.

“So fuckin’ greedy, this perfect pussy fucking me back, s’because you need it, you need me,” he rasps against your neck, “always need me. You’d be lost without me, baby. S’okay, I’ll think enough for both of us, that’s why I do everything I do so that you can turn your pretty little head off-”

He’s babbling, nearly incoherent, his cock twitching against your gummy walls, each harsh drag making you jolt and drool.

“Yeahhh, jus’ gotta stay at home and look pretty, don’t even hafta clean because I do it all, jus’ gotta let me spoil and take care of you forever,” he whispers, so sweetly, yet that hint of darkness twinges his voice, “aren’t you gonna say thank you?”

“Thank you, Izuku-” You whine weakly, voice cracking around the words as a particularly deep thrust knocks the wind out of you.

“Mmh, that’s a good girl. What are you saying thank you for?”

“For- for fuckin’ me so good,” you whimper, almost rehearsed, “n’ spoiling me, n’ letting me sit pretty-”

“That’s right! Good job, baby,” he mutters, placing a kiss beneath your ear. “You’re right; I do do a lot for you. Maybe instead of just saying thank you this time, you’ll let me flush all of those silly pills?”

Your body reacts beautifully, tightening dangerously around his cock, punching a laugh from him.

“Yeah? That’s how you’re gonna thank me, pretty girl? Gonna let me flush all those pills and let me fill up this pretty pussy? Make me a daddy?” He purrs, his thrusts slowing as he gets closer and closer; the sticky mess between you is resounding in the room. “That’s such a wonderful idea, baby. Thank you so much; you really are the best. I’m the luckiest man ever.”

As soon as he agrees with himself, the idea somehow becomes yours; he’s groaning, rolling his hips deep as he paints your walls white with so much sticky cum, staying inside to make sure it keeps. You’re panting beneath him, hot and overstimulated, damp and in desperate need of a shower, after the most mind-blowing orgasm; it finally clicks in your fuzzy head exactly what you’d just agreed to.

You suppose a baby wouldn’t be too bad; Izuku would make a great father, clearly. Just look how spoiled you are.