The sleek, dark interior of Katsuki Bakugo’s brand-new car smelled like fresh leather and, unfortunately, cheap bar snacks.
It was late, and the city lights blurred past the windows as Bakugo drove down the highway. He was gripping the steering wheel tightly, his jaw clenched. Even though he had clearly told these idiots he was not their personal taxi, he didn't stop them anyway.
"Man, this ride is so smooth." Kirishima sighed from the passenger seat, leaning his head back against the headrest. "Pro Hero Dynamight driving a luxury car. We've really made it, guys."
"I am going to throw all three of you onto the highway if you spill a single crumb of whatever the hell Ashido is eating back there." Bakugo growled, his eyes darting to the rearview mirror.
"I'm being careful, Katsuki, relax!" Mina Ashido laughed from the backseat, dangling a fry over Denki Kaminari’s face. Kaminari happily took the food. "Besides, you're just grumpy because it's past midnight. Usually, you're asleep by ten to keep your 'peak hero condition' or whatever."
"I will end both of you..." Bakugo muttered, though his speed didn't change.
Suddenly, the dashboard screen lit up, cutting through the low hum of the engine. A sleek holographic display appeared above the steering wheel, showing a contact name that made the entire car instantly go quiet.
[ Calling: (Y/N) 🤍 ]
Before Bakugo could even reach for the controls, the system automatically answered, switching to the car's Bluetooth speakers.
"Katsuki?" Your voice filled the car. It was calmer now than it had been before, carrying the steady, comforting tone of an experienced Pro Hero. Over the speakers, the faint sound of a cup being opened and closed could be heard in the background.
"Yeah. I'm here." Bakugo’s voice dropped lower, the rough edge instantly disappearing from it. It was a change so small, yet so obvious, that Kirishima, Mina, and Kaminari immediately exchanged wide-eyed grinning looks in the dark.
"Are you still on patrol? You usually answer when you're heading back to the agency." you asked. There was a brief pause. "Wait... Are you driving the new car?"
"Yeah." Bakugo grumbled, rubbing the back of his neck with one hand while keeping the other on the wheel. "I'm driving."
"Did you pick up the stray puppies?" you asked, clear amusement in your voice. From the passenger seat, Kirishima couldn't help himself. He leaned closer to the dashboard microphone. "Hey, (Y/N)! We're not stray puppies! We are respected top-fifty heroes!"
"Eijiro? Ah, I knew it." You chuckled softly through the speaker. "Are the others there too?"
"Hey girl!" Mina chimed in immediately, leaning between the front seats. "We're all here!"
"(Y/N)!" Kaminari shouted from the backseat. "Please tell Bakugo to stop driving like we're carrying the fate of the world in this car."
"I am driving normally."
"You sped up because Mina dropped a fry."
"That fry was headed for my seats."
"See what I mean?" Kaminari sighed dramatically and you laughed. "Hi, Denki."
"Thank you! Finally, someone acknowledges my existence."
"I noticed because you're the loudest one." Kirishima burst out laughing. "She's got a point."
"I thought we were friends." Kaminari said, sounding genuinely hurt.
"We are."
"Oh… Okay, that's actually nice."
"Shut up before I leave you at the next gas station." Bakugo growled.
"You hear that?" Kaminari said into the microphone. "This is the abuse I deal with every day."
"No one is forcing you to be in my car."
"Friendship is forcing me."
"Don't worry, he won't..." you replied smoothly, completely unbothered. "He spent three hours waxing that car last weekend. He'd never risk the inside getting dirty if you guys had to walk home in the rain."
"SHUT UP! I'm hanging up on you!" Bakugo yelled at the dashboard, his face turning a bright shade of red that the passing streetlights painfully showed off. "Why the hell are you even awake? You're supposed to be resting your eyes after that tracking mission!”
Even after all these years, your vision still needs careful management according to the doctor's orders, and Bakugo was infamously strict about your recovery schedule.
"I was just finishing the incident reports. I'm going to sleep now." you said softly, your voice becoming much gentler, meant only for him. "Don't drive too fast. I left the porch light on for you."
Bakugo’s chest rose and fell in a heavy sigh. The tension in his shoulders disappeared completely. He looked at the glowing screen, his expression softening into something so openly affectionate it would've terrified his enemies.
"Yeah. Whatever. I'll be home soon..." he murmured. "Go to sleep."
"Alright, Katsuki. Bye everyone!"
The call ended, and the dashboard returned to the navigation map. For a second, the car was completely silent. Then Kaminari suddenly gasped, sitting straight up in the backseat, his eyes wide.
"Did... did Great Explosion Murder God Dynamight just use a soft voice? Did he just say 'I'll be home soon' like a loving husband?!"
"Shut your damn mouth, Kaminari!" Bakugo barked, though the blush on his ears gave him away completely.
"Oh my god, 'I left the porch light on for you.'" Mina copied in a high-pitched, dramatic voice, clutching her heart. "They are literally so domestic I'm going to cry. Kirishima, did you see his face? He looks like a whipped puppy!" Kirishima agreed, wiping a fake tear from his eye as he looked at Bakugo. "We're so proud of you, man."
"I am locking the doors and driving this car straight into the ocean!" Bakugo roared, stomping on the gas pedal as the car sped down the empty highway.
But despite his shouting and his friends' endless teasing, Bakugo couldn't stop the small smile pulling at the corner of his lips. He checked the clock on the dashboard, eager to drop these idiots off so he could finally head home to the light you left waiting for him.
The knock at your door snapped you out of sleep. You rolled out of your bed as the light pounding continued, and steadied yourself before approaching the door. You approached the door tentatively, unsure of whether or not to open it until a disgruntled groan came through the wood.
“Let me in.” The voice called, exaggerating each syllable in a way that only one person you knew did when he was drunk. He called your name, and you could hear the sound of a body dropping against a wall. You pull the door open slowly, watching as a head of blonde hair slips through the door, sliding along the wall until it reaches your shoulder. The scarred face turned up to you, eyes wide and glassy in the lack of light.
“What are you doing here Katsuki?” You asked, gripping his shoulders and lifting him to standing.
“Came to see you.” He grumbled, brows furrowed in concentration as his eyes traced you
“Why?” You demanded, hands still placed on his shoulder. “I haven’t seen you in weeks.”
“I’ve been busy.” He replied, words tripping over one another. “I missed you though.”
You attempted to ignore the last of his words, a sentence you did not recall Katsuki having said before. “That’s what you say every time, that you’re busy.”
His bottom lip drooped into a pout, hands rising to land on your shoulders. “Are you mad at me? Don’t be mad—my girl can’t be mad at me.”
“I’m not your girl.” You told him, gently this time. You had seen Katsuki drunk, in rare moments at UA reunions. More often than not he had been passed out, face down in a booth or entirely supported by Kirishima. On the rare occasion he was awake, stumbling over his feet and snapping at nearby people. This was something different, a halfway point between the two.
Katsuki’s brows furrowed, hands moving past your shoulders as his arms wrapped loosely around your neck. “You’re my girl.”
“No.” You said, lips pursing together. “We’re friends.”
“No.” He replied, shaking his head stubbornly. He paused momentarily, and spoke slowly, “We’ve . . . made love.”
“Yeah, but that doesn’t change much. We’re friends, we’ve slept together, but you don’t have time for a girlfriend.” You reminded him, smile slightly forced. You did not want to explain the situation that had caused you many frustrating nights to the person who had contributed greatly to the frustration, but you did not tell him that.
“Oh,” He breathed. Katsuki leaned forward, placing nearly all of his weight on you. You accepted it, but reached past him to turn the lock. The movement brought your bodies closer together, his mouth inches from your ear. “Can we make love now?”
“You’re too drunk.” You told him, not wanting to remind him that he never used those words to describe your late nights. Katsuki’s brows furrowed, as he slowly stumbled forward, attempting to guide you to the bed. You were surprised he remembered the directions.
“I’m not too drunk, I just had a little to drink.” He said, rough blonde hair brushing against your neck. He usually did not elaborate, so you were surprised when he continued speaking. “Kaminari made me go out.”
“Oh, really?” You asked, allowing him to shuffle you toward the room. The back of your knees hit the edge of the bed and you paused, holding him up.
“Yeah, him and Shitty Hair.” He complained. You nodded,
“I’m sorry.” You told him, patting his shoulder. “You need to change before you sleep.”
Katsuki let out a large groan, but pulled away from you and toward your dresser nonetheless. There was a spare drawer now, filled with plain black shirts and baggy pants. You turned your head away as he slipped off his previous clothes, and pulled on pajama pants. He turned around and collapsed onto the bed, legs hanging loosely off the frame. You lay down on the bed and tucked yourself underneath the sheets. You gazed down at Katsuki. His eyes were half closed, dark red eyes looking back at you through thick lashes.
“Do you want a shirt?” You asked. The question was simply a formality, you knew the answer before he spoke.
“Too hot.” He replied, and you nodded.
“Can you bring me to my car tomorrow?” Katsuki asked.
“Sure, where is it?”
“I’m not sure.” He told you. Katsuki pushed himself to his hands and climbed toward you. He struggled to fit his body underneath the covers and collapsed half on top of you.
“Uh, you’re too warm.” You groaned, attempting to push him to the side so that you could at least tuck him underneath the covers.
“You say that everytime.” He chided, rolling off as you tugged up the covers. He kept an arm wrapped closely around you as he made himself comfortable, and you could tell he was falling asleep quickly. You were certain that in the morning his behavior would be a haze, but it would stick to your memory.
note: sorry it's been sooo long! i've been super busy but i'll hopefully be able to write a lot more over summer
summary: your daughter has her dad bakugou all figured out! | just super fluffy and domestic.
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“papa, i know your secret!” announces your daughter to a very tired bakugou.
he tilts his head, trying to shake off the restlessness from patrol today.
“oh yeah, and what are my ‘secrets’ exactly princess?”
“you,” she says, booping his nose.
“have a crush on mama!” she finishes off, jumping up and down around him in excitement like she’s got her dad all figured out.
he stares at her for a second, then shakes his head and tries to fight the smile forming on his lips. he stabilises your daughter’s movements with his firm hands.
“you got me all figured out princess, you’re so smart,” he tells her, giving her all the positive affirmations so she grows confident like him.
“but don’t tell mama, okay?”
she gives him her pinky finger and nods seriously. bakugou instantly locks his pinky with hers, solidifying their pinky promise.
“i understand why you have a crush on her… even uncle deku broccoli hair blushes at mama!” states your daughter with the brightest smile, oblivious she’s triggered her father’s jealousy.
“broccoli hair? you’re just like your dad… giving everyone nicknames, and about this uncle deku blushing… how does he act around mama?”
“he just smiles and gasps every time she’s near…”
“right, right,” replies bakugou, playing around with your daughter while she hands him a toy tea cup to drink.
just then, you enter the room after your long relaxing shower. one look at you and bakugou has unintentionally fixed his posture and his hair.
your daughter comes closer to his ear, “papa, you’re being obvious, mama shouldn’t know…”
“what shouldn’t mama know?” you ask, offended at the fact that father and daughter are in on something.
“mama, you can’t tell anyone this, but papa has a crush on you!”
bakugou bursts out laughing and his contagious laugh makes you as well. you walk up to the two of them and their tea party, sitting on bakugou’s lap.
“thanks for telling me sweetheart, let’s hope papa never finds out i know!”
just then, your daughter giggles too and makes herself comfortable on your lap as well. bakugou hugs you two with both of his strong arms as you all enjoy every bit of this family bonding.
bakugou finds a list you made before you dated him
“one. big cock and knows how to use it. two and it’s in all caps. EATER.”
you rest on your forearms on your sofa, looking across the living room to your boyfriend who has appeared from your bedroom. he’s reading a crumpled sheet of paper from god knows where with a massive grin on his face.
“did you get the fan from my room? katsuki, it’s hot!” you whine petulantly. you've got your thin shorts and bralette on, trying to fight the heatwave that has taken over your city.
the heat has beat you down, left you stranded in your living room with three ice lolly packets in your path and skin sticky. you can feel the sweat trickle down your spine, you can see it gathered on katsuki’s exposed forehead, yet he still stands there reading.
“hold on, i’m lovin’ this,” he says, gold tooth shining as his mouth stretches wider, “three. rich and generous with it. is that right? you with me for my cock and money?”
you blink at him a few times, trying not to get distracted by his shirtless bare chest or the black headband he’s got on to push his unruly blonde locks back. he’s handsome, deliciously so. still, you think back to why everything he’s saying is so familiar.
“four. handsome. deliciously so. body and face. rare,” bakugou laughs, boyish and booming, “thanks, babe.”
you feel uncomfortable, perspiration dribbling between your breasts, limbs heavy with exhaustion.
“what is that? what are you reading?”
still bakugou ignores you and continues reading from the paper, “five. successful and ambitious. six. good friend even though he pretends he’s not. protective!! seven. so gentlemanly, holding open doors, paying for dates, very clear on why he likes me.” ruby pupils flicker over to you, “that last one is bare minimum.”
then it clicks, about seven points too late. your head snaps over to him robotically, eyes about to fall out of your head. “where the hell did you find that! stop reading it! stop katsuki!”
you hop up from your seat on your sofa, speed like no other taking over you as you run across the room to grab at the paper in bakugou’s hands. his laugh only booms louder, holding the flimsy sheet in the air over your head as you jump like a child.
“seriously, don’t read anymore!” you shout, trying to hoist yourself up his larger body, using his arms and shoulder as a climbing frame.
nothing about bakugou budges, he just continues reading with the paper in the air.
“it’s getting good, baby!” he laughs, ignoring your jumps and furrowed brows, “eight. listens to me. really listens. makes me feel heard and remembers what i say.”
he looks down at you, whose fingertips are slapping the bottom of the paper. you recognise it all too clearly now. the pink ruled lines, the edges ripped out from one of your old notebooks. your handwriting. “that’s cute. i still listen to you, don’t i?”
“you’re not now! give it back!”
“i’m almost done, two more,” bakugou says, hooking his arm behind your back to keep you locked close to him. you’re both sweaty and sticky. you’ve got no choice but to listen, “nine. cooks. such a good cook! you added five exclamation marks there. ten. fulfils some of my love languages. some?”
“now stop.” you urge. he can’t turn the paper around. he can’t.
bakugou pecks your forehead, his cheeks blushed with all the compliments. he continues skimming the list, rereading it.
“so this is why you chose to date me, huh?” he looks down at you, pours his lips, “c'mon gimme a kiss.”
if you just grab it out his hands, he won’t see the other side. with pros always comes—
he stops pouting at you.
“give me the paper. i wrote this all a few years ago!”
“if these are the pros, where’s the cons? you must have done a cons list.”
you shake your head, side to side. he holds the paper away from you. the opposite side, the list of all your cons, written back at you. you loop out of his arm, trying to reach for it.
he notices you staring, eyes fixated and that’s when he flips the paper around. CONS in big red capital lettering.
“this is private! you weren’t meant to see this, you shouldn’t be snooping in my room!” you squeak but bakugou’s already half down the page, pupils running across every line like he’s in a race.
“one. WILL choose his job over me—,”
“well obviously, your job is to save the world!”
“two. odd relationship with his mother? but apparently it’s better than before.”
“it’s so much better now!”
bakugou’s eyebrows drop now, voice getting lower as he continues, “three. argumentative. argues with EVERYONE. his agency workers, the media and his friends.”
“i understand why you argue with them all now! it makes sense!”
“three. his job is terrifying.”
bakugou looks over to you, solemn narrowed eyes and you don’t have a positive word to say about that.
“it is, sometimes i don’t know if you’ll come home.”
“four. he doesn’t do much else besides work. all his friends are from work.” bakugou pinches his nose bridge, “really? you think that?”
“now i don’t! and i know they’re childhood friends and… and we do things together all the time. i know you love to read, game, you’ve got your lego. i didn’t know all of that then.”
“five. don’t know if my friends and family will understand.” bakugou steps away from you, “the fuck is that supposed to mean?”
you huff on the spot, “this was from when i met you! all they’ve seen of you is shouting and yelling on the television. they didn’t know how lovable you are. how well you treat me.”
bakugou looks at you, then back at the paper. scratches his head. “six. inexperienced with sex but it’s really cute. has never had a girlfriend?”
“but number one pro is that you know how to use it. obviously we’re experienced now, we know everything about each other,” you flick your finger between you and your boyfriend.
“and the girlfriend comment? i can’t help the fact you’re my first.”
“no, i mean yes i know that. it was just a question as to why. it doesn’t mean anything to me now.”
“but it was a factor in whether you wanted to be my girlfriend,” he states.
“well, yeah,” you drawl, “i thought maybe there was a reason as to why. that’s all.”
bakugou raises his eyebrows, looks back at the sheet, “seven. doesn’t always have time for me. travels a lot for work.”
“that hasn’t changed.” bakugou grunts. it’s something he knows you struggle with while dating him. it’s even been a conversation you’ve had a few times throughout your relationship. quality time. you want to spend more time with him but he simply can’t.
you sigh, grabbing his chin between your fingers so he looks directly at you. his eyes are half lidded, cheeks red and exhausted from the negativity and heat. “we’ve been through this. i’m still gonna stick by you, everything i love about you means more than all the things i find difficult.”
he takes your palm away from your face and squeezes it. but you can tell he’s feeling off. “the last one. eight, he’s surrounded by beautiful women all the time.”
“you’re with celebrities, pro heroes, socialites a lot,” you shrug, “that was jealousy on my part, nothing to do with you.”
“i don’t give a fuck about any of that.”
you nod sharply, “i know! i wrote this a while ago, two years even? a lot has changed.”
bakugou sighs from the pit of his stomach, then flings his head back in a huff. “fuck, baby.” he groans.
then he looks down at you, looking up at him.
“just wanna put it out there, that was private, you weren’t meant to see that, my opinions have now changed and i’m sure you had a mental pro con list for me. i just wrote mine down.”
bakugou folds the paper, “yeah, yeah, i get it. you hate my job that much, huh? it covered half of the fuckin’ cons.
“i also said i liked you were successful and ambitious.” you sit on the back of the sofa, crossing your arms.
bakugou mirrors you standing, crossing his arms too. “but nothing about my job has changed since we’ve got together.”
you groan, leaning your head on your shoulder, “katsuki, i think you’re making problems out of nothing here.”
“you made a list of the problems with datin’ me.” he frowns, holding the folded paper between two fingers.
“and a list of the reasons why i wanted to date you. obviously the good reasons won if i’m with you now.” you glare at him with a sharp tone.
he begins to pace around the room, paper still in hand. a terrible sign. you watch as sweat trickles down his skin, body flush with heat.
“but, babe. the problems you’ve had with me from before we were dating are still problems now. i still don’t have time for you, you still are terrified every time i’m minutes late from a mission, you don’t think i’d choose you over my job and you don’t think i do anything but work.”
you moan aloud, “and i still want you despite that all. i get the world needs you, heck, i need you if i come across a villain. i don’t hate you for being a hero.”
he stops behind you, on the other side of the sofa, “i don’t want you to resent me when you realise you could have been with someone who does have more time for you, isn’t obsessed with their job, can put you first and doesn’t scare you.”
you hop off the sofa. leaning your forehead on his collarbone. “katsuki. i wouldn’t be here if i didn't want to be. i love you. i choose you everyday. i don’t want to argue with you.”
bakugou doesn’t touch you. there’s a shake to his voice, “i’m sorry i’m not better. i’m gonna try to be. just wait for me, fuck, maybe when i’m slower and the younger lot take over, they’ll need me less. it’s just now—,”
“it’s okay. you have time for me right now but you wanna argue with me," you pout up at him.
“you did put that i’m argumentative,” he looks away from you as your hands link around his neck.
“look at me.”
shiny lava red pupils find you. you ground him, takes him out of the what ifs and the failures of his past and places him in the present with you.
“i have dated bakugou katsuki for two years and i love him so much. i love how kind and generous he is, always putting his loved ones first. how he dedicates his life and body to saving the world. how even if he’s tired from a long week of working, he still comes over to cook me a three course meal because he wants to see me eat his food. who was so open and willing to change for me. to change his routines and learn my body. who is argumentative because he wants to make things right. who wanted so hard for my family and friends to love him and manages to see his mother once a week just to check up on her.”
you search in both his eyes and he’s listening, he always is.
“i can write an updated list for you, if you want.”
he shakes his head, stuffs his forehead into your neck and slowly pushes you down into the sofa. you laugh, his hands plastered into your waist as his body crushes you in the plush cushions ever so slightly.
“‘m sorry. i shouldn’t have read it. even though i enjoyed the pros.” he muffles, lips tickling your skin.
you tap his shoulder. “you shouldn’t have but it’s okay. i still need you to get my fan. it’s hot.”
“promise you’ll tell me if you want somethin’ to change between us. i’m not wakin’ up one day to you leavin’ me for a reason right under my nose.” he urges and you can see him pleading. the desperation for you to agree.
“promise. now you promise me.”
“course i promise. i couldn’t even fill out ten reasons as to why i hate you.”
“i didn't say i hate you. and sure you can. you hate my cold feet. you hate how i moan about my job. you hate how i hate your job. you hate how i always want a massage. you hate how i wait until the last minute when you’re tucked up in bed for you to get me a glass of water. you hate how i’m indecisive for what i want for my birthdays and—,”
bakugou sits up, “i don't hate any of that shit. love listenin’ to you and half that shit is cute as hell.”
you pout, “you hate when i wear low cut tops out—,”
he frowns, “that’s foreplay, baby. you let me suck your tits after to make me happy. couldn’t give a shit what you wear.”
“how about how protective my friends are? and the fact i tell them everything?”
bakugou shrugs, “you deserve friends that love you that much and that you can tell everythin’.”
“i get snappy when i’m running late or too much is going on or i’m hot.”
with that bakugou gets up. your fan. though not without hovering over you to give you a peck. then another. you press your soft lips against his though you don’t open up because then you will get even hotter and snappy.
he pulls off you and rises from the sofa, “that makes sense, baby. you’re stressed and uncomfortable.”
you roll your eyes, “stop being so understanding!”
he walks towards your bedroom, but not without turning around to look at you. his fingers grip the door frame, “i love you.”
Saw you ask for Bakugo requests so here’s the vision… (NSFW) *Also this could work for other people too, especially Iida (which I would also love to see)
Classmates at UA are gossiping about y/n and Bakugo, because they are study partners and they study in either your or Bakugo’s dorm together.
Classmate: “I wonder if they ever do anything more than just study”
Other classmate: “Nah, he cares way too much his grades. He probably doesn’t even think about stuff like that”
Cut y/n and Bakugo (or Iida or anyone else) fucking like feral animals in heat
✨the vision✨
hihi, actually think this idea is so fun lol. i'll include both bakugo and iida because i think you're right this is perfect for iida and it'd be a crime not to write for him too!
warning for nsfw: established relationships, degrading on Katsuki's part, Tenya is an underwear thief, sex while studying (you'll be prepared for anatomy at least!), aftercare, and your friends are slightly perverted
katsuki bakugo x f!reader & tenya iida x f!reader - study buddies
Katsuki Bakugo
"So," Jiro began, twirling her ear-jack with her index finger, her other hand occupied with stirring the plastic straw around her strawberry matcha. "You're with Bakugo a lot."
The cafe bustled around you two in controlled chaos, chatter, and coffee. It was the perfect day for a friend-date, and she'd suggested you head out to the student-run cafe near school. It was an easy ten-minute walk, and you would've gone regardless because you were dying for a sweet treat and some quality time with your friend.
"Um." You stirred your own drink, ice clinking faintly. Outside the sun shone, warm and loving, a nice backdrop to the hangout, though maybe contrasting to the sharp smell of fruity syrups and espresso you caught whiffs of inside the cafe. "I guess so."
It wasn't hidden that everyone in your class thought you were Katsuki's dirty little secret, the girlfriend that he was too shy to share the news of with others.
In truth you were something, but you didn't want to entertain your classmates and the perverted theories of theirs you'd heard in passing.
They're always in his dorm, her dorm... What do you think they do in there all the time? They can't actually be studying, a guy with a girl like her.
Bakugo is aiming for Number One. He's not the type of get to get distracted by stupid carnal desires.
They make out. They have to. They don't do anything else. At least I wouldn't... Not if I studied with her.
He uses her for 'training.'
She slums good grades off him by giving him head.
They don't study, they fuck!
"I'm not trying to tease you or anything," said Jiro. "I think it's nice that you guys are together. If anything, that guy could learn to blow off some steam and you probably help him—"
"We're not together. We're study buddies," you interjected.
"Study buddies?"
"Yes."
"Not study-fuck buddies?"
"Kyoka!"
"All right, all right, whatever. I just want to ask—do you guys actually study? Or do you just goof around and watch movies or something?"
"We study."
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"She actually asked you that?" Katsuki questioned, two fingers deep in you as you squirmed against his straddling body. He had you between him and your bed, and a smug grin on his face. You'd been babbling while he worked you open (fingering you and begging you to give him at least one more orgasm before he was in you), and you let the anecdote of your talk with Jiro slip out.
"G-God... Can you—" You let out a breathy gasp when he curled his fingers exactly right, smirking wider. "Kats!"
"What?" he cooed.
"You're being an ass—"
"Am not."
"Are too!"
"C'mon, just tell me, babe. Jiro actually ask you that? What'd ya say? That we work and what-not, or that we just have sex?"
He captured you and pulled you back down when your body tried to buck up, then punished you with a searing kiss that left you painfully breathless before he let up. "Or did ya get shy? You're always shy with me, even though I've seen you like this a million times. Don't tell me Jiro gets you shy too—"
"Shut up!" You grabbed his shirt—it wasn't fair, you were undressed, save for your sweater, and he hadn't stripped anything off. "I told her that we study! Because we do!"
"Yeah," he said, pulling his fingers out of you and licking them clean. Then went his gym shorts. "I guess so."
You were almost spent. He'd pushed you to the brink with the first round—and it didn't look like he planned to let up any.
"W-Well, we do," you said quietly, not able to concentrate much as he rearranged you two into a missionary position. Forgotten textbooks and an assignment you both had due the next day laid in the floor. Katsuki had swiped them off after he deemed half an hour enough 'studying time.'
"If you want to call this studying," Katsuki said as he pushed himself into you all a once, a brutal, sweet burn erupting in your pussy, "knock yourself out."
He set off at a brutal pace, snapping his hips forward and back in a jerky pattern. His breath came out labored as he hovered over you, taking in how beautiful you looked while taking him. When your hands flew up to his hair, tugging and gripping, he hissed. "Fuck, babe. Too much?"
"No... Not enough—" you said just before being cut off by the pressure and warmth building in your stomach. "Keep going, Kats."
He kept at the same harsh pace until you grabbed his shoulder, then his thrusts became languid and expectant as he watched your face contort. When the orgasm washed over you, you let out a low moan and buried your face against his chest.
Katsuki was smiling smugly, hand stroking your hair and your sweat-glistened back. "Good job, baby. So good. Love you so much. That's it. This make studying worth it? Better remember this in class. When you're taking a test, make sure to remember how your boyfriend helped you out."
"Katsuki..." you whined as he lifted you off the bed and situated you in his lap. He'd slowly pulled out, briefly mesmerized by your slick combined with the suction your pussy had on his dick.
"Yeah, yeah, I know," he whispered, kissing your neck. "Ya don't want anyone to know what a slut you are for me. Nobody knows you're dating me, but they still get the idea that you're fuckin' me behinds closer doors."
He laughed, genuinely and heartily, as he reached over to the nightstand—to grab you a bottle of water—then said, "I like that. Like them knowing that you're already busy with a guy. Eventually they'll know that I love you too, though, huh?"
Tenya IIda
"They're not a real couple."
"They might be. Look at them! They're such cuties."
"Iida is as straight-lace as they come, man. No way he'd get distracted by going on dates and making out with girls."
"I didn't say they do that stuff—I said they're a dignified couple! You're reducing them to a fling."
"Nuh-uh!"
"Well, I was actually talking to her! She says they don't get distracted while they study. Besides, girlfriend or not, Iida is way too much of a gentleman and a celibate robot to even think of trying stuff with a girl like her."
"Celibate robot... Kinda kinky, man. You can't think they're not doing anything besides studying. They're always holed up in their dorms or the library, and we never hear from them until they emerge like six hours later."
"They wouldn't do it in the library."
"I'd do it in the library."
"Gross!"
Kirishima and Mina, your oh-so-beloved classmates. You adore them. They're your friends after all! But they didn't know when and where to gossip, or how to properly read their environment.
Your secret boyfriend (he wanted to keep the relationship quiet for your own sake, and Mina and Kirishima had just proved why) had joined you in the common room a while ago with his books and papers and noise-cancelling headphones. Nothing but an indifferent nod to you to conceal things even if nobody was in the room.
You nodded back, then snuggled further up your blanket to continue watching the nature documentary on jellyfish mating rituals on TV. It'd just played, and you never bothered to change it. External fertilization in open water is very widespread, but jellyfish courting is very particular because they have courtship dances and specific reproductive rituals!
As you two went on in peace, him reviewing for a class, you caught up in jellyfish tango, eventually Mina and Kirishima entered the kitchenette near the living area, and apparently were under the impression that being just a few yards from you meant you two were out of earshot. And so they had their channel gossip about the state of your relationship and sex life with mechanized Tenya Iida that spiralled into a playful argument about the best places to hide on school grounds.
It was pertinent to say that, as uninteresting as the conversation went on to be, that Tenya's noise-cancelling headphones had died a long time ago. You saw the red light flash on them, signalling to the world that the battery was out, but he didn't bother to take them off. Additionally, you were laid back on the sofa, covered in your blanket, like you were supposedly asleep. But you weren't of course. And as Mina and Kirishima kept talking, Tenya turned to look at you, not betraying anything with his face, and he stared until you both heard the receding footsteps of your friends.
You were set to study in an hour. Tenya had made the date just that morning—after you'd woken up in his bed, and he served you an optimal breakfast.
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Three rounds. Multiple orgasms. Fuck, you were tired and sweaty, and did you even look good anymore? Tenya smeared your mascara a long time ago.
Bedsheets tangled, tossed, gone to oblivion along with your clothes.
Where were your panties? Not on the floor with your pajamas—did Tenya take them?
Him atop of you, arms holding up his shaking, sweaty, muscled body as he filled you with the length of him over and over in a desperate, obsessive pace.
You braced yourself against the headboard with one hand, other hand sinking into the plush of the mattress as he drilled into you from behind. A few hours ago, he'd been quizzing you on evasive techniques and mathematics for what felt like head-inducing forever, then, a quiet pause after you answered a question, he said he wanted to move on to another subject before almost maiming you.
Your neck, chest, stomach, almost everywhere on your body was covered in dark bruises and sweet love bites Tenya would press a cold washcloth against later. Thank god you kept concealer in his room. His hands gripped your waist tightly for leverage, and you could already imagine the handprints he would leave there.
Eventually, the smack of skin against skin, your rising orgasm, slowed down as he breathlessly, almost frantically, said. "I wanna see you—"
His voice was broken, hoarse. He was a completely different person when he got to you. Glasses gone, hair in disarray, unable to focus on anything but you and the state you were in.
"What?" you asked, fuzzy. He'd stopped suddenly and was slowly pulling himself out of you. "Tenya? What's wrong, honey?"
"Nothing. I just want to see you—no—" He grabbed you carefully and moved you in the way he liked when you tried to push him down. You thought he wanted you to ride him or something, but apparently not—because he was laying you on your back carefully, watching you with reverent breaths. He didn't do anything more until he stuck pillows under your head and hips, made sure you were uncomfortable, then he went in to devour you with a kiss.
"I-I just wanted to see you. I'm sorry. I'm sorry, okay? I couldn't take it anymore; I need to see your face. Felt like I was going crazy. God," he said against your lips, then straightened up, "I do treat you properly, right?"
Before you could even form a coherent answer, he was sliding into you again and rambling more. "They don't know anything. What could they know? We're together because I love you, because you're the most perfect girl... I wouldn't treat you like some damn fling in a library—fuck, I love you so much—"
Grabbing your hips, he settled into the new pattern of pushing into you before pulling out slowly and repeating, all while cooing at you and about how your face was so pretty when you were ready to come. He coaxed you to the same point at him, and calculating—god, actually calculating—and restraining himself, he tried to fill you up at the same time you reached a breaking point. You were a little early on your orgasm, and he was a minute or so late, but you were both equally spent regardless.
After a few minutes or simply staring at each other and catching your breath, he sprung into action. He cleaned your makeup off your face, retrieved water, and found a sweater of his for you to wear. Then he settled into bed with you, which you distinctly appreciated. In the earlier parts of your relationship, he used to just take care of you then try to go back to studying after sex, boxers hanging off his hips and marks from your nails on his back. It took some clarification and arguing to make him realize that you wanted him next to you after making love.
Tenya kissed your cheek and rubbed your hip as you two cooled down, him spooning you in bed. Already his typical methodicalness was returning. "I'm going to draw a bath and then make myself decent so that I can make us dinner. Or we can subsist off of a snack-dinner, or order takeout. Those options are up to you. What isn't up to you is drinking water and cleaning up properly, which I will help you with because I know you're tired."
"Ten..." you mumbled before letting out a little sigh.
"Yes, lovely?"
"You have to do the same stuff, you know."
"I know that."
"Okay." You smiled. "Good."
There was a momentary pause. Then he asked, "We are happy, right? You don't think I'm a celibate robot who's bad at relationships?"
That pulled a laugh out of you. You turned over and kissed him once, then said, "No. I love you. I think you're a great boyfriend, and I know we're keeping us hidden until we're comfortable with people knowing—I don't hate doing things like this, honey. Mina and Kirishima just like to be silly."
He pressed the lower half of his face into your hair, quiet for a moment before he spoke. "I love you too. You're right, I suppose. Those two should spend more time optimizing their quirks."
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reqs are still open (any characters from jjk, kny, mha, resident evil, tsh) for anyone!!!
pls miss ophelia another penny for ur thoughts on ex-husband kiri 🤲
"do you remember when we were travelin' all over the place?" eijiro asks into his phone. he's had a few too many tsingtaos tonight, and he's by himself now. he was at the bar with his boys, but now-- now he's home in his apartment that's nice, sure, it's nice, but it's just an apartment. it's flat, like one of show show rooms at ikea. he's got one of those demon slayer katanas on the wall, along with some movie posters that have been neatly framed.
you sigh, and it crackles over the receiver. "yeah, i do."
he sighs back. "those were good times."
humming, you agree. "i never said they weren't."
"let me take you somewhere again," he says. "let's go-- let's go to vietnam again. you, me, some pho. get you some clothes. it'll be nice."
"eijiro, our time for traveling together has long since passed," you say softly. you're always so soft with him, soft in your tone and soft under his hands. he squeezes his couch's throw pillow and imagines it's your hip. plush and giving.
"don't be like that," he murmurs. "c'mon, just-- we can play tonight. can't we?"
there's hesitation on your end, and eijiro feels like his heart is going to hammer straight out of his throat.
"no, we can't, eijiro," you say. you're always callin' him by his name, that has to mean something, doesn't it? that's got to mean something.
"c'mon," he urges. "you and me in vietnam. we can rent a bike, i'll take you all around--"
"i have to go," you say, suddenly.
"can i come by and fix your lights?" he asks. "i can pick up some bulbs--"
"they're fixed," you say. "the lights are fixed."
"well, what about, what about your sink? is it still backed up?"
"no. it's fine, now. listen, i have to go."
he hears the tv click on. the news, probably. it drones the same tone.
"baby--"
"eijiro."
"baby."
now the tv's playing sports, that's that commentator, he recognizes it. what game's on? what game are you watching? what--
"take care of yourself," you tell him, and it sounds like i love you. why else would you wish him well.
"what about you and me at igo at seven tomorrow?" eijiro asks.
he asks into his home screen, call disconnected. with a frustrated, heartbroken sigh, he sinks into his couch. his hand rests by his side, phone limp in it. he stares up at his ceiling, his flat, nothing ceiling. maybe he should turn on the tv, maybe he should go to bed, maybe he should show up at your place, at the place he used to call home. you could take it all away from him again, if you gave him the chance.
‘nice’ friend Kiri who offers up his lap at a party when you notice there aren’t any more seats. keeps whispering in your ear, pointing out who’s the drunkest and who he thinks is gonna hook up next. but he only does this bc he can feel how you clench on his knee, throbbing on top of him, thinking you’re discreet and that he doesn’t know as you shift around whenever his warm, fruity smelling breath tickles that sweet little spot on your neck.
“We have to have a baby, like right now. Like, yesterday.” You blurt out as you suddenly burst into Kirishima’s room. He’s laying on his bed, clad only in tight sweatpants and socked feet, one thick arm behind his head, the other holding up a phone that looks comically small in his grip. His eyebrows furrow at your proclaim, and he’s instantly shutting off his phone and sitting up in bed as he reaches out for you.
“Huh? Now?” Kiri asks, pure confusion on his face as he sits on the side of the bed to let you stand between thick thighs. “I mean, I love the baby making process and all, but why so sudden?”
He rubs at your thighs from your stand, grinning, as he thinks about the different positions he’s been putting you in lately. You bat at his chest, chuckling, before you crawl into his lap and wrap your arms tight around his neck.
“I just saw a cute video of a baby giggling, and I’m ovulating, and started crying because it was so cute and I just started thinking about having our own baby and how cute they’d be and—“
“Slow down!” Kiri laughs at you, pulling you in tight and squeezing you against him. You can feel his laughter vibrating through his strong chest, and it calms your rapid heartbeat, makes you melt against the man you love most in the world.
“If you’re serious, we should talk about it more, but I mean, I’m down if you are. Baby giggles are the best.” Kiri whispers into your hair, smiling, thinking on a chunky little baby with black hair and red eyes and your smile and all those cute little rolls he knows he’s gonna have to powder down. He thinks it’s worth it to have one, especially if they’re gonna be a product of you two.
You say yes to a ride from Midoriya one night while you're hitchhiking. what could go wrong? (everything, apparently.)
hitchhiking reader x yandere Deku
warnings: hitchhiking, noncon drugging, yandere Deku, extreme dub con kissing and oral sex (f!receiving), coming in pants, a bit of cum play, mentions of stalking, just the tip, coming inside, light breeding kink in the end, pet names like baby and angel, a bit of mindfuckery and gaslighting, not thoroughly proofread. please let me know if I missed anything, and please enjoy!
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As if your night couldn’t get any worse, fat, heavy drops of rain splatter against your head, your arms a measly shield from the downpour. You’re drenched in seconds, but its better to hide your tears from any nosy passersby that might glance your way.
You think its close to midnight. Your phone died hours ago, so you have no real way to tell, save for the pitch blackness that surrounds you. You don’t get spooked easily, but your gut churns with every lonely, soiled step you take. And then a savior comes: green haired with matching eyes, a scar running down the length of his cheek, a smile so genuine you actually deflate a little from the tension coiling around your body when he rolls down the window.
“Midoriya?” You blurt out when you finally blink away the rain that’s rolled into your eyes, swiping the back of your hand against your cheeks. You had class with him last semester, you think. He typically sat in the front of class, and the only reason why he was so recognizable was because of the shock of green hair, and those gnarly scars on his hands that you always wondered about whenever he’d raise them to answer the professors questions. He smiles at you, kind and bright, almost as if he was surprised that you remembered him.
“Yeah,” he hums, bright eyes soft in the darkness of the night. “Need a ride?”
On one hand, of fucking course you want to say yes. Its in the middle of the night, pouring down, and you’re too far away from your apartment off campus to not have blisters on your feet by the time you make it home. You want to say yes, to take him up on his offer, if to just get out of the rain for a few minutes. But on the other hand…
It was always something about Midoriya that made you just a bit uneasy. He seemed nice, for the most part, very smart and observant, but you think that that’s where the problem lays; his observance. You two didn’t interact much when you had class together, but it was almost as if every single time he looked at you, he was always, somehow, seeing through you. Maybe he just had those kind of eyes; big and rounded, almost unnerving when looked at for a second too long, made the more primal part of your brain scream predator. Midoriya never actually did anything to make you feel so uneasy, besides his usual look at you whenever the two of you crossed paths.
But something deep within the pit of your belly tells you that you are being hunted by something foreign, by some large apex predator that hasn’t yet revealed itself to you, but you know it lingers over your shoulder every time you think that you’re safe. You know you’re probably wrong, that its probably just anxiety gnawing at your gut from the missing pairs of clothes from your hamper, from the lock on your apartment door that was broken a few weeks ago, from the way your car wouldn’t start despite it being in pretty good condition, forcing you to be out here, in the dark, in the rain, all by your lonesome.
So you say yes, because you’re afraid it would be more rude than anything to decline the offer from the nice guy in your class, the guy who always had extra pencils, and didn’t mind tutoring those who struggled a bit with the course work. You say yes, and you think nothing of it when he offers you a blanket he so conveniently already has stored in his backseat and wrap yourself inside of it. You say yes when he turns the heat on and offers you what seems to be unopened water bottle, guzzling it down despite the almost bitter aftertaste twang that coats your tongue. You say yes when he offers to take you home, despite your eyes growing so heavy, despite how he heads in the direction away from your home, despite how you never actually told him where you lived, before your head lolls to the side and you’re sleep within minutes.
…
Waking up is an almost taxing affair. Everything hurts, and is so heavy, and your tongue feels like sandpaper in your mouth. You groan, rubbing your eyes with the back of your hand as you blink them open, squinting despite your lamp being set on its lowest setting in the corner of the room. You pause for a second, heart ticking up nervously as you search your surroundings, ready to panic, before you settle ever so slightly.
You’re…in your room, which shouldn’t be so weird and off-putting, except for the fact that you don’t remember getting here, nor telling Midoriya where you lived. You don’t remember much, honestly, after getting inside of his car, and you want to panic at the thought that maybe he’s kidnapped you, except you’re laying under your sheets, and you’re looking at the familiar posters on your walls, the desk in the corner that holds your makeup and laptop, and yet—
And yet, it almost feels as if everything is wrong, as if everything has been slightly shifted to the left, and your body can’t quite keep track with the changes. You go to sit up, and that’s when you feel it, around your ankle; the padded cuff, pink in color, and fluffy on the inside to—
“Keep your skin from chafing,” Midoriya finishes your internal thought (how the fuck did he know what you were thinking?) as he walks into your room, and that’s not your hallway that you saw behind him, so how the fuck is this your room? Your heart kicks in your chest as he makes his way inside of your room—but its not quite your room, is it? The longer you stare at it, the more you take in the subtle changes, the differences that he couldn’t quite replicate; your desk chair had a chip on the bottom left leg, your sheets had needed to be washed because they still smelled of the juice you had spilled the day before and these smell of fresh detergent, you didn’t clean your dresser this morning and forgot to put away the new lotion you got, and its not there anymore.
“Where am I?” You whisper, tongue stuck and peeling from the roof of your mouth. You can’t breathe, and you’re not sure whether or not you’ve taken in a full breath since you opened your eyes. Midoriya stands at the foot of your bed with those same kind eyes, except now, you’re not sure whether they were kind or just glazed over with a look that always promised ruin for you. You want to cry but your entire body has seized in its spot on the bed, with the three pillows behind you, and that one stuffy you were gifted as a child that you brought with you when you moved out.
“You’re home,” Izuku says softly, his eyebrows knitting as if in confusion. “Remember? I found you out in the rain, and I brought you home. You were so exhausted, that you fell asleep in the car, and I had to bring you inside.”
“This isn’t my home,” you answer back as soon as he tries to put on that disarming smile, but you see through it. You see the sharp canines that he tries to hide behind plush lips; you see your jugular hanging from the corners of his red stained mouth. “Where the fuck am I?” You ask a bit harsher this time, glancing down at where your leg is cuffed to the base of your desk, giving you just a bit of wiggle room without being too free.
Midoriya doesn’t say anything for a long while. He just stares at you for a moment too long, his wide forrest green eyes assessing before he smiles softly. He moves toward you, and you flinch back, scooting away until your back touches the headboard behind you, knees brought to your chest, but he doesn’t mind the scurrying, the bit of chase. He only sits on the side of the bed, much too close for comfort, lays what is meant to be a reassuring hand on your leg, that trembles beneath his hot touch.
“I figured,” he murmurs, using his free hand to brush away a stray eyelash from your cheek, smiling ever so softly when you flinch again, but do not try to attack him. Progress, he thinks, progress already. “If I made your new home stylized after what you were familiar with, then that would make the transition easier.”
You want to vomit. Your stomach turns at the gentleness in his eyes, at how he seems to swoon every time he touches you and you don’t go to claw his eyes out. Belatedly, you realize that you’ve been swapped out of your rain soaked clothes, that you’re dressed in your usual wear of just a pair of cotton panties and a tee shirt that’s a size too big on you. You want to lash out, to run and scream and bite and hide but—but you’ve always be keen to freeze on the spot whenever bad things happened. You want to cry, you want to do all of these things, but you can only sit there, stiff and numb, when Midoriya begins to trail thick fingers up and down the length of your calf.
“Please let me go home,” you whisper in a hiccup, your body finally starting to kick to life, barely so, as the tears begin to swell. Midoriya frowns, shushing you when the first sob starts, swiping away a stray tear that runs down the curve of your cheek. The contact, for some reason, makes you cry even harder, despite his gentleness with you. Midoriya coos softly as he brings you into his chest, cradling you as you cry and sob and hiccup, wetting his shirt, clinging to the sides of it in a tight grip.
“Oh, my poor baby,” he sighs, shuffling and rearranging you until he’s brought you fully into his lap, until you hide your face in your captors neck and sob so greatly that he has to rock you gently to subside the ache. “You already are home.”
That only makes you cry more, but Midoriya is so patient with you. Its sweet, really, the way he brings your legs into his lap until you’re curled into the tiniest ball against him. How he smooths a hand over your hair and kisses at your forehead and temples. How he swipes a heavy palm against your cheeks to wipe away the tears, and shushes you when the sobs make your entire frame quake.
When your crying finally quiets, he pulls away ever so slightly, bending his neck down so that he can look you in the eye. He cups your chin between two thick fingers gently, guiding your gaze to his, until all you can see is his concerned features, twisted up in pain at your ache.
“Do you feel better now, angel?” Midoriya asks softly, softly rubbing at the skin of your chin with his thumb. You look so cute like this, he thinks, with your eyes all red rimmed, and your lips swollen and puffy, and that pathetic little look you always get when you’re so close to giving up. Its adorable, really.
He doesn’t let you go until you give a reluctant nod, but that’s not the truth, it is so far from the actual truth that you want to shout at him that you want to go home, to your real home, that you want to get the fuck away from him or beat the shit out of him, or it doesn’t really matter as long as he is a million feet away from you. But you don’t say anything, don’t do anything except sit there as stiff as stone as he brushes his lips against yours in what’s supposed to be a gentle first kiss, in what really is the first step in your assault.
But you don’t fight back. You never really have, and Midoriya knew this about you, learned it all in the time he spent watching you for so, so long. You’re a sweet, pathetic little thing, really; how could he let you stay in a world that always treated you so cruelly? How could he sit back and watch the world trample over you without a second thought, and watch you just roll over and take it every time? You deserved better than to be treated like that, and he could and would always treat you so, so much better.
He told himself that he would wait until you were better adjusted, but he just can’t. You’re looking up at him with those sweet, doe eyes, with that trembling bottom lip, your hands gripped so tightly in the front of his shirt, that he doesn’t think you’ve realized just how tight you’ve been holding onto him for this long. Its a sign, he thinks, a sign that you need him to stabilize you, that you need him to hold onto in order to ground you, that you need him, that you need him, that you need him.
Midoriya rearranges you until you’re propped up against your pillows, wordlessly hands you your childhood stuffy, and you realize that this isn’t some carbon copy, but the actual stuffy from when you were so little, that one of the button eyes had to be replaced and didn’t quite match the other. You stare at the beloved thing, unaware of the way Midoriya makes his way down, down, down until he’s gripping your hips to gently scoot you down ever so slightly. He parts your thighs, and doesn’t fuss when you try to snap them back closed, his hands firm but so kind against your heated flesh.
“Please,” you whimper, already aware of what’s going to happen, terrified that you won’t fight back as hard as you should, terrified that you already know that your fight died the moment you woke up.
“Shh,” Midoriya hushes you, lowering his face and lifting your shirt until he’s met with the crotch of your panties. “Just let me make you feel better, okay, baby?”
Whatever protest you might have said dies in your throat the moment Midoriya kisses you over the expanse of your underwear. Its a soft kiss, featherlight, just barely enough to make your hips twitch in response. You watch the ceiling, pick apart the patterns that should have been there in your own apartment as he kisses you and kisses you.
He licks a broad expanse up the entirety of your cunt through your panties, his mouth and tongue hot against you. You squirm from the feeling, trying not to make a single noise, but Midoriya keeps licking and licking at you until your panties stick to your lips uncomfortably. And even then, he continues, pursing his lips, opening your thighs wider, to find your clit through the wetted fabric, wrapping his mouth around the throbbing thing until you inhale sharply.
“There you go,” he whispers against you, and you hate yourself for peeking down between your legs, know that the sight will haunt you for the rest of your days, despite how it makes arousal pool from your empty hole. Midoriya looks drunk, almost, in between your legs. You never realized how wide he was, until the burn of your inner thighs screamed at you, the more he pressed you open, until your knees were damn near touching either side of the bed. His eyes are low and hazy, bright green focused solely on you, on your pouting mouth and twitching nose to keep from letting the pleasure escape you. His tongue lolls from his mouth, his lips wetted from where he licks and licks at your cunt through your panties until the slick outline of your lips is clear.
“Do you like it when I lick your pussy, baby?” Midoriya asks softly, kissing at the slickness of your lips, making you whine in response. He knows that’s the most he’ll get from you, and he doesn’t mind, knows that his baby is still so shy. He hates to make things worse, hates for you to feel more embarrassed, but he can’t help himself when he peels your panties away from your cunt, moans under his breath at how your slick connects and slaps against your lips when he folds the fabric away.
“Such a pretty little thing,” he whispers, tugging your panties down your legs until you are rid of them. You throw your head back, hiccuping a little gasp, a moan, when he fully engulfs your cunt inside of his mouth, humming loudly at the taste. You cover your eyes with the back of your arm, the other holding your stuffy tightly to your chest.
“Please,” you whimper once more, and you’re not sure if its a cry for him to keep going, or to stop, anymore. Midoriya continues, anyway, gripping your thighs so tightly in his palms that you fear they may bruise by tomorrow. He slurps loudly at your hole, before pulling back to spit on your cunt, lapping up the mixture of his drool and your arousal into his greedy mouth.
His lips find your clit and you can’t help the cry of pleasure that escapes you when he suckles it inside of his mouth. His eyes flutter shut, as if in euphoria from your taste, from your clit spasming against his tongue, as if the way your hips grind against his face brings him just as much pleasure as it does you.
Your orgasm washes over you quicker than you realized, your entire body coiled tight until it snaps, and the cry you let out is guttural. In a sense, you hope you’re loud enough that if someone were close by, they could hear you, could rescue you. But the way you moan his name, you doubt anyone would think that he was doing anything besides giving you the best pleasure you’ve ever felt in your life.
“Deku,” he mutters against you, tongue still lapping at your hole, drinking you up. You’re sensitive now, hips jerking wildly, until he has to hold you still, hold you down against the bed, forcing you to take his pleasure. “Call me Deku, baby. Please? Can I hear you say it?”
You shake your head, tears springing to your eyes as you clutch your stuffy harder against you, throwing your arm away from your face as you hold onto the pillows beneath you for stability. You feel like you’ve been flipped upside down, like your belly is pulling you in every direction as he continues lapping at you, flicking your clit with his tongue until your entire lower body shakes.
“Please, angel, I wanna hear you say it,” he pleads, mouth encompassing your pussy as he looks up at you from underneath his lashes, his lids heavy and low as he sucks and sucks at your clit until you think he may be pulling your soul out through the swollen thing. This time, you feel your orgasm creeping up on you, both too slow and too fast, so overwhelming and breathtaking that you can’t help the tiny whimper that escapes you,
“Deku, please, I can’t.”
He groans just as loud as you do when you cum, with his tongue in your hole and his eyes rolled far into his head. Your teeth grit against the onslaught of pleasure as he keeps licking at you, and you finally find it in yourself to weakly try and push his head away. Deku relents after a minute, after he hears your pathetic little hiccuping cry, and finally detaches himself from your pussy. Strings of your slick and arousal connect him, and he licks them away, despite your little hiccuped cry and the tug of his hair.
“So good, baby, you did such a good job,” he praises you, sitting up on his knees to devour you in a kiss. This time, you do kiss back, and you blame the endorphins being sent to your brain from the nonstop pleasure you just experienced. His lips taste of you, and you don’t think you can breathe when he presses his tongue into your mouth.
Its sloppy, the kiss, full of spit and tongue and teeth as you bite at him until he bleeds, and he only runs his tongue along your canines harder to taste the copper. When he pulls back, you’re breathless, your stuffy grasped tightly in your hands, the other wrapped loosely in dark green locks. Deku takes you in for a second, slightly lifts your shirt until your perked up nipples are exposed, and he chuckles softly when you try to cover them with the stuffy.
“Such a cute little angel, aren’t you?” He whispers against your mouth. You can feel him undoing his belt against you, and the panic rises ever so slightly once more, but he must be able to taste it in the hesitance of your tongue against his. “Just the tip, okay? Alright?”
And even then, just the tip looks to be too much. You pull away to look between you, eyes widening at the sight of his reddened cock, thick and curved toward his stomach. Its a fat thing, with forking veins that make it look even more intimidating, and you find yourself blurting,
“You came,” you mumble, taking in the thick spurts of white that cover his leaking tip, that muddle and sticky in his pubes. “You came while eating me out.”
He has the nerve to look a bit flustered, and chuckles under his breath a quiet, yeah. You can only watch as he scoops some of the cum that he’s covered in, rubs it against his fingers until they’re coated in it, and slides them against your puffy cunt. You jerk at the feeling, gasping under your breath as he covers you in his scent, in his spend. He does it again and again until you’re both sticky with it, until he slides the entirety of his first finger inside of you, covered and coated in his cum still, and you belatedly worry about whether or not its enough to breed you. But all thoughts escape your head when Deku sits on his knees before you, looking up at you with wide, hazy eyes as he fists his cock at the base and hovers it over you.
“Just the tip, yeah, baby?” He kisses you before you can answer, and nudges your puffy hole with the fat tip of his cock. You suck in a shaky breath, eyes clenched shut as you prepare yourself for the otherworldly stretch. It burns, just a bit, as he presses just barely inside of you.
“You gotta make some room for me,” he tells you against your mouth, cupping your cheek despite the fact that its still covered in cum and your slick. You want to cringe away but he holds your mouth against his own, as he nudges forward again and again until the fat head of dick presses inside of you. You groan, folding in on yourself as much as you can, whimpering against his mouth as he tongues at your teeth.
“Too big,” you whine, pressing at his lower belly with your free hand, sticky with cum, walls of muscle flexing beneath your touch. Deku only shudders at your voice, at your touch, at the warm wrap of your cunt around him.
“Its just the tip, angel,” he whispers, before pulling back and thrusting shallowly inside of you. You scratch at his belly, the other hand clawing at your stuffy, trying to catch your breath as he fucks you with just the tip. He moves from cupping your cheek to rubbing at your swollen clit, inhaling shakily when you thrash beneath him from the sensitivity. “Doing so good for me, angel.”
Your teeth grit, your eyes fluttering open and shut, blearily watching the way Deku jerks his cock off with the tip inside of you, the other hand rubbing almost achingly sweet circles against your clit. Its a lewd, disgusting sight, the both of you smeared in his cum, and yet you don’t think that the tears that escape you are all from panic and fear. He stands on his knees, eyes focused on where his thick head rests inside of your warm cunt, how he fists the shaft again and again, how your clit swells under his fingers until he’s sure you’re both about to cum.
“I love you, angel, you know that?” He whimpers, eyes squeezed shut for a solid second before he’s forcing them open to watch the way your face crumples at his confession, how your cunt tightens around him at his words. “From the first moment I saw you, all those years ago, knew you were the love of my life.”
When you look back at the memory, you try to convince yourself that you came as hard as you did, not because of his words, but because of his incessant thumb on your clit, the spasming of his cock insides of you. Deku follows only seconds later, chest heaving as he curls around you, stroking his cock until it erupts inside of you, thick ropes of cum filling you up until it leaks from around his thick head, spilling down the curve of his balls to muddle in the sheets beneath you. Neither of you say anything for a long time, both of you trying to catch your breath as he presses gentle kisses up and down the entirety of your throat.
“I’m not on birth control,” you whisper, still clinging to your stuffy, eyes focused on the unfamiliar pattern of the ceiling above you. Deku doesn’t say anything for a long time, before he lifts his head, his smile gentle and kind and sweet. He kisses you softly on the mouth once, twice, grinning when he feels you kiss him back ever so slightly.
“I know.”
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Class 1A has been given a very interesting project, taking care of fake babies for health class. (Based on a Mexican sitcom I used to watch growing up called LA CQ!)
Warnings: Nothing much this one is more lighthearted and silly, a bit of language, tried making it as gender neutrual as possible let me know how i did
If this seems familiar it is!!! I wrote it on my old (now deleted) account PinkTitan. Because i didn't have any of my fics saved this is obviously different. I remember some of it but i decided to change it up since i had another idea. Hope you like!!
It was a normal day at UA.. or as any normal day can be with a class of rowdy, restless heroes in training. It was early morning even Aizawa hadn't showed up yet, but all of 1A was already inside the class spread out talking to friends. You sat at your own seat Mina sitting on top of your desk swinging her legs as she happily chatted with you. From where you sat you could see Kirishima just as enthusiastically as Mina talking to Bakugo who sat grumpily at his desk.
Rolling his eyes at something Kirishama said, his head lulled back turning to the side before he made eye contact with you. Bakugo straightened up a bit aware of your eyes on him, his own softening just a bit before you turned away face heating. Mina who paused talking took a glance behind her understanding what had caused that reaction from you. Oh.
You and Bakugo had a complicated relationship. The two or you were not dating but clearly liked each other. You were quite frankly the only person Bakugo tolerated in more than one sense. Since that first week of UA when Mina dragged you along to hang out with them. He found himself not minding when you would tag along on their hangouts, or when you would walk beside him noticing how he stepped back from the group, or how you would randomly grab his arm as you walked to pull him a bit closer to the group. Bakugo found himself texting you more, asking you to train, randomly showing up to your dorm to do homework. He would wait every morning so you both could walk to class together. The more time you spent together the more the feelings grew but you were both afraid to take that leap.
"Girl you two just need to date!"
"Minaaa" you whine softly telling her to lower her voice. All she does is giggle making a heart with her hands. Before she can tease you more Mr.Aizawa walks in dragging his feet, close behind him was Principle Nezu and All Might all carrying boxes. "Today we have something different for health class." The class all groans at the random schedule switch and not to mention how much the hated health class. They would rather be out training but atlas it was a requirement. Mr.Aizawa glares making the class cut their protests.
"Based on some of your scores during the provisional hero license exam we realized that some of you didn't know how to work with kids. Adults are easy to guild and give clear instructions but children get frightened fast and tend to panic so we came up with a solution for that." Nezu explains as he walks back and forth at the front of the class. He than climbs up Aizawas suit and perches o his shoulder. "We are giving you an assignment meant to deal will younger children if you pass this test then you can handle all ages of children."
Aizawa looks to want to be anywhere else but he continues after Nezu, "While i would prefer you all to have real interaction training with children this will be the next best thing." Class 1A looked confused before All Might set down his box on a table and pulled out a fake baby doll. The class simultaneously let out a gasp and stayed silent stunned.
"What the hell is that thing," Bakugos gruff voice called out the only one brave enough to ask. "This is highly advanced technology programmed to mimic real baby functions like eat, sleep, potty and crying. We will assign you a partner and score you based on your ability to pay attention to your babies needs." Nezu exclaimed moving his hands in all directions clearly excited for this new assignment. "The score is on the back, it automatically starts at 100. Each time you fail to tend to your baby it will lose points the more points you lose the more probability you'll fail." Aizawa cuts in his voice tired and uninterested but he never fails to remind the class how important it is to pass and how quickly it is to fail.
"The pair with the most points gets excused from dorm cleaning duty today."
Most students sat up at that. Since it was Friday that meant the dorm was in need of some deep cleaning. Which usually happens as a class all working together to clean their living environment. But with the promise to get out of that tedious work most students were prepared to give it their all. Who doesn't like some friendly competition.
"Oh I'm so ready!" Denki said throwing his arms up. Jiro looks at him and laughs pointing out that he would be the first one to fail and feels bad for the poor sucker that got him as a partner. Nezu ever the schemer goes to the board and writes down the pairs, wanting it to be as disadvantage as possible. A good tactic to entertain the teachers for the day but also to have the students work together.
(I randomly paired class 1A to give them disadvantages for the fun of it. The main pairs are the first row downwards that are inspired by the pairs in LA CQ)
bakugo/reader momo/jiro kouda/todoroki
mina/denki aoyama/asui tokoyami/shouji
deku/ochaco ojiro/sato sero/kirishima
iida/hagakure
"OOOOOH," Mina exclaims happily clapping her hands seeing your name and Bakugos together as the first pair. You face heats up and you make eye contact with Bakugo before Denki exclaims that Bakugos anger would make you fail as well. "Aww poor Y/n you had such a good chance to bad Bakugos explosive behavior will fail you."
"SAY THAT AGAIN DUNCE FACE!"
"Aww nooo Jiro you jinked me," Mina whines seeing her name next to Denki's. "Noooo i wanted to be paired up with a smarty so they could help me." Denki also whines both of them excusing each other of failing even though the assignment hadn't started. There was a few complaints mainly from Mineta about not being paired up with a babe and some other *cough* Mina wanting to be paired with you or Hagakure.
"You'll have the rest of class as a free period to figure everything out since you still have your other lessons. Each pair will receive a wristband matching your baby as well as a diaper bag filled with everything you'll need. Please come forward to pick up your baby," All Might smiles at the class having fun with it. Each pair goes one by one grabbing their stuff some hang behind looking through the bag and others walk out of the class enjoying free period despite the assignment. You feel a presence at your desk and you glance up seeing Bakugo standing there hands in his pockets. "Hey," you awkardly say.
"Tch come on," He waits for you to follow walking by your side slighlty closer than normal. Walking up to your teachers as they hand you a baby with matching orange wristbands. You hold the fake baby in your arms while Katsuki throws the diaper bag over his shoulders. "Look it matches your hero suit!" Smiling bringing both your arm and the babies up, orange wristbands glinting in his view. He smirks patting your head his hand coming down to your back to guild you out the door.
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"Mina how are we supposed to tell my parents that we have a baby?"
Mina rolls her eyes at Denki's words. This was the third time this period he has said something so utterly ridiculous. She had the baby on the desk as she filled her nails listening to Denki complain. "Okay how bout this!" Mina exclaimed annoyed. She loved Denki, she did, he was a close friend to her and the bakusquad. Mina liked hanging out with him but he was getting on her last nerve.
"We'll be divorced parents! We have six classes left so you take her to 3 and then ill take her for the next three."
Mina's logic was good. They split the work without having to take care of the baby all day. Unfortunately she didn't really trust Denki but alas what else can she do, she could not listen to his dramatic antics any longer.
"Sounds good, but you take it first i have to recover from the new that we have a child together." He smirks throwing his thumbs up before running out the classroom.
"DENKI!" Mina shouts running to the door seeing Denki disappear down the hall. The baby begins crying and Mina looks at it. It whines and cries loudly as Mina picks it up by the arm. "Denki you're so irresponsible!"
"I'm so going to accuse you of abandonment!" She says knowing full well her idea backfired.
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"This is kind of silly is it not?"
Ochaco walked down the halls of UA, Deku trailing behind her the baby safely nuzzled into his arms. "Oh um I think its great learning experience. Plus this is kind of fun." He glances down the the baby as he begins to rock it."
"I mean yeah but we don't really gain much from it. The only ones that were terrible with the kids was Bakugo. Huh I wonder how poor Y/n is handing this?" Ochaco's head tilts looking up placing a hand under her chin thinking about how most likely you to would fail on Bakugos part.
"Yeah Kachan can be intense hopefully everything going okay," Deku says with a wince also picturing his own scenario of Bakugo handling the baby roughly. The baby in Dekus arm coos as Deku giggles and starts baby talking to it. Ochaco glances at him weirdly asking herself if Deku was aware the doll could not understand him. While she thought the project was interesting she was a bit bummed out she couldn't work on a technique she had been working on. Ochaco had been trying to improve her gravity quirk and last night thought of an idea she could try but now she was stuck doing this assignment.
Deku's attention was diverted from the baby as he saw All Might in the corner motioning for him. "Oh um i have to do something really quick Ill be back soon promise." Deku handed the baby to Ochaco as it began wailing, crying as if sensing who's arms he was in. "Deku?"
He didn't reply as he continued walking to All Might. Ochaco sighed everyone used to Deku disappearing at odd moments as she instead went down the hall in search for her friends.
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"Taking care of a doll should be easy right Iida!"
Hagakure and Iida walked together as the baby was held lazily in her arms. It slipped from her grasp as she had accidentally tripped, it falling on the grown. Iida fixed his glasses, "You would assume so." He bends down to pick up the doll both of their eyes immediately going to the indent on the baby plastic head. "Oh! Its so fragile!"
"Cant imagine if it was a real one," Iida says both of them shuddering and shaking their hands at the thought. "That is so scary!"
The baby begins to cry and Hagakure spins to Iida. "What did you do to it?" She took the baby out of his arms as Iida looks at her confused muttering 'me?' pointing to himself. "Take it from your ma crying doesn't resolve anything kid!" Hagakure told the baby in her arm one finger up as if she was scolding it. Which she was in a way. Iida watches her and the baby as it continues to cry. He adjusts his glasses once more, bringing his hand to his chin as he thinks. "The fake baby should be around 7 months old. If we compared that age to a real baby that means it still cant talk. So that's not going to work instead we need to figure out what it needs."
Hagakure began to roughly rock the baby trying to calm it down but all it did was make it cry harder. "Its probably hungry," Iida sighed watching before deciding he should do something. He goes and trying to take the baby from her arms. "Here let me try."
"No its fine i got it."
"Hagakure your being to rough."
"Am not."
Both students tugged on the plastic doll, tugging it back and forth that they failed to notice both grasps slipping. The baby wailing let out a bigger cry as it fell to the ground. A beeping noise came from it as points got deducted. "It that its eye!?" Exclaimed Hagakure screaming ran the other direction horrified. "Wait Hagakure its just fake," Iida called after her picking up the doll.
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"Little shits kinda ugly."
You gasp looking up at Bakugo. Both of you sat at a picnic table outside the cafeteria. It was empty, peaceful, away from the rest of the class who were already having issues with their dolls. You could hear babies crying all throughout the halls of UA. It was lunch time both you and Bakugo had done an amazing job at keeping your baby calm and quiet. She wasn't very fussy and was sleeping contently in your arms majority of the day while Bakugo wrote your notes from you. The rest of the teachers amused by your assignments had allowed you all to sit next to your partners. "Looks just like you," You giggle when he turns to glare at you.
"Hag should've never let you see those"
"Come on you were sooo cute and don't call your mom a hag!" Smiling up at him teasing him about looking just like the doll in your arms remembering when his mom showed you his baby pictures. The fake doll begins crying as you gently rock it. "Make it a bottle please."
He looks at you unsure as he takes out the stuff for a bottle. "Im Not sure?" He pauses unsure of how to do it, his palms becoming sweaty hating how unsure he sounded. Especially in front of you. He wasn't use to not being good at something. Honestly the assignment took them all by surprise. Bakugo the most. Being paired with you was the worst. You'd get to see him confused, unsure and doubting himself and he didn't like that. He kind of wished he was paired with someone else or at least be better prepared.
"Its okay there should be instructions on the can. I've seen my moms do it for my younger brother," You say gently not wanting to make it a big deal. It wasn't. Bakugo reads them picking up a bottle that was already filled with water. He added two scoops of the formula before shaking it.
He was trying to be gentler, he always was with you. Attitude softened when you were close. Only by a bit of course. But now with this project and baby in your arms it made him think of the future. Sure Bakugo liked you, he had for a while now. Something about seeing you like this made him think about your future together. Made him realize that he wanted to marry you. He thought about becoming number one, you by his side, fighting villains together. He liked that, wanted that. Really badly.
Although that was a boundary he made sure not to cross. You both were amazing friends. He was so sure that he would fuck it up. And if he fucked it up, if his hands pushed you away, if his attitude hurt you he wasn't sure if he could forgive himself. He wouldn't break you. He couldn't break you, not with his rough, loud and hurtful demeaner. Bakugo was sure he didn't deserve someone like you. So as much as it hurt him he remained your friend content with just having you near him.
"Here."
Grabbing the bottle from him you gently feed the baby rocking it in your arms. The cries quieted down and a slurping sound came from it. "Aww look Bakugo!" All he did was make a rough tch sound watching you not the baby. You glanced up at him. "Would you like to try?"
"HAH," he exclaimed rather loudly in hopes you wouldn't realize how nervous he actually was. This wasn't Bakugos thing and he sure as hell wasn't going to make a fool out of himself in front of you. I laughed hushing him. You had assumed Bakugo thought the assignment was stupid or beneath him, which he probably still did, but now you could see how his eyes avoided yours, his palms were in his pockets in fists, something he did when he tried to distance himself.
"How bout you burp her its simple." Adjusting the doll, letting the bottle slip onto the table, you brought her to your chest patting her back.
"See?"
He nods not having a choice because your shoving the doll in his arms adjusting. "Her?" Bakugo questions you once the baby was situated in his arms as he gently pats her back. "Yes i decided you'd be a great girl dad," you smile sticking out your tongue to the side. He coughs abruptly heat creeping up his neck and face at your bold statement.
"You can't just say shit like that!"
Giggling at his flustered state he tries to push your arm. That of course only makes you laugh harder. "Oh come on Suki!" You giggle the nickname slips from your lips on accident one that you don't notice but Katsuki does making him blush harder. Noticing the blush on his face you go to say something but get interrupted.
"Hey!"
Hagakure and Iida walk to where you both sat. "We lost our bag can we borrow some of your stuff?" Your friend Hagakure had her baby in her arm lazily. You're about to tell her yes but Kastuki beats you to it. "No."
"Bakugo its not a big deal we can let them borrow one bottle," your kind nature and tendency to help shows more when a friend is in distress. Hagakure whines as Iida politely asks once more. "Can you at least watch it so we can grab it something to eat," She asks pointing to the vending machines near on of the trees. "No no no every pair watches their own kid," Katsuki says shaking a finger at them. Turning to look at Bakugo ready to tell him off Iida beats you to it. "We could get you something as well. As payment of course."
"Yes oh gosh I'm dying for something sweet!" You exclaim ready to help and cutting Katsuki off so he doesn't get the chance to say no. Hagakure leaves the baby on the table walking to the vending machines as Iida follows. "Yikes," you say placing a hand on your mouth. Seeing Iida and Hagakures baby had an eye popping out and a dent on its head was deffenetly a sight.
"Holy shit." Katsuki laughs. You giggle swatting his arm trying not to laugh. "And you were worried." Letting out a chuckle Katsuki places your own baby down on the table next to the other doll. "Cute they're friends!"
"The hell they are! Are baby girl will only have strong friends!" Your heart skips a beat, beating a bit louder and faster hearing Kastuki call the doll 'our baby girl.' Your feelings for Kastuki Bakugo were strong. and everything he did didn't not help. The subtle way he leaned into your body when you sat next to each other, the way he would stand facing you when you spoke, the way he seemed calmer and more focused when you would walk in. Small acts of service he wouldn't do for anyone else, the way always accidentally made 2 protein shakes when training, stood waiting at the door every period to walk to class with you, forcing you to do homework under his supervision. Katsuki was rough around the edges but in truth you wouldn't have him other way. You knew his rough exterior was to hide how much he cared.
"Here's your snack Y/n!" Hagakure slides a chocolate bar down the table to you. "Oh so cute!" Pointing at the babies Hagakure starts to tell Iida about buying the baby a cute outfit. Picking up the chocolate bar you peel the wrapper taking a bite. You turn to look at Katsuki hand coming up to offer some to him. Instead of taking the chocolate from your hand Katsuki smirks face coming down taking a bite from your hand. Your mouth opens and closes heat creeping up your face.
"Your baby is so calm," your friend says cupping the dolls cheek. You turn to her grateful for the intervention before your brows furrow. Your said friend Hagakure is now running away from you your baby in here hands as she screams. Iidas eyes widen not expecting that either as he quickly runs after her.
"Oi!"
"Katsuki," You stand from your seat looking at your friends running into the UA building, and glancing down at the baby in front of you. "If they turn that in we're so failing!" He also stands a slight popping noise coming from his fists.
"Lets go get our kid back!"
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"You cry just like i did when i was your age."
Three classes later Denki was walking down the hall doll in his arms rocking it up and down. Him and Mina took turns every class period to take the baby. At the moment he stood outside the class waiting for her. He looks down at the baby seeing him upside-down. "Don't hold him like that you'll fry his brain. Jus like yours!" Mina says laughing. "Not cool," Denki holds the baby out in front of him still holding him by the leg. The baby gags before throwing up as Mina shrieks not having expected that.
"THEY CAN THROW UP??"
"EWWWW!!"
Its Minas turn to gag looking away. Denki starts to pat the baby's head turning it upside up but it makes the baby throw up more right onto Mina making her scream.
"SORRY!"
They start arguing about the doll Mina being grossed out and telling Denki to clean it. "I don't think so its your turn." Denki shoves the doll into Mina's arms and walks away. "DENKI!"
He runs away again and Mina is stuck gagging holding the baby as far away from her as possible. At that moment Present Mic walks by seeing one of the students looking sick he asks if she's okay. "Woooah hey you feeling okay? You look like you need to throw up." His brows furrowing concern telling her to go to the bathroom. Mina shoves the vomit baby onto Mics hands running to the bathroom.
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"Deku I've had this doll all day! Where do you keep running off to?"
"I'm so so sorry Ochaco! I promise ill help you," Deku looks guilty as he offers to hold the baby. It wasn't his fault, with this assignment All Might took the opportunity to help train Izuku now that everyone was distracted. The teacher were placing bets which pair would come out on top including betting to see if Bakugo and Y/n would get together. One of the reasons Nezu placed them together. Muahehe.
Deku felt afoul. Five classes already had past and Deku hadn't once helped her. "I'm sorry!"
"Its fine i know All Might has kept you busy but please remind him this is in pairs." Ochaco sighs out. She understood she really did. But its not like she wanted to do this in the first place. In fact she didn't. She was getting sick of this project and quiet frankly it was showing in their scores. The baby was down to 78 points from 100 because it was taking her longer to attend to it. One the other side she didn't think it was fair Deku got a good grade because she did all the work. She was content at failing them both. Clearly she was very annoyed.
She sees All Might peak out from a corridor and she shakes her head. Deku glances behind him and immiterdly looks at her. "I'm sorry."
She glares at him but before Deku can walk away she dumps the bag and baby in his arms. "Fair is fair Deku, its fine if ALL Might needs to talk to you or whatever but you're taking it with you this time."
"Oh uh yeah. Yes that's fair I'm sorry again ill see you last period okay," He stumbles out walking to All Might fidgety like always. Ochaco shakes her head sighing, "He can be so dense sometimes." She walks the other direction intending to take a long break.
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It took you and Katsuki the rest of the day to look for Hagakure and Iida. Two periods were spent with them hiding and both of you searching. Last period was about to start when you would need to turn in your dolls and Iida and Hagakure were nowhere to be found.
In the meantime in one of the hallways close to Clas 1A Iida was scolding Hagakure about the whole situation. "It was not correct to steal their baby Hagakure. Plus we skipped all of classes for this this is so irresponsive. "Ughh i know!" She whines.
"We must learn to love our child with all its faults, especially the ones we caused." Iida explains moving his arms around. Hagakure sighs shoulder deflating. "Mmh yeah your right Iida!"
Iida holds out his arms as Hagakure places the baby in them. "Shall we go look for Bakugo and Y/n?" Hagakure nods feeling bad she did that to you. You were her friend and were so kind and loving, always ready to help. Iida looks down at the down and something catches his eye, "I'm astonished at how high their points are though."
"Woah how is that possible?" Hagakure had gotten a chance to se their own points and it was below 60 but yours though? It still had a whopping 95. "Bakugo is so load and rough now way!"
Iida tilts his head fixing his glasses, "Yeah but Y/n has always managed to make him calmer."
"Their baby is surprisingly calm too," Hagakure points out as Iida nods agreeing with her. A sudden boom sounded nearby making both of them flinch.
"Foureyes you bastard!"
Katsuki and Y/n ran down the hall standing in front of them looking angry. Bakugo especially his quirks popping small explosions in his hands. "You give me back my daughter or i swear I'll blast both your asses-"
"Katsuki violence isn't necessary," You push at his arm walking in front of him. Hagakure nod vigorously afraid of Bakugo, so thankful you were here. She lets out a puff of breath body relaxing and Iida must admit he was also glad you were there. "Understand through words," You smile at the Kastuki still grumbling behind you before he notices you body twitch.
"You piece of shit!" Katsukis reflexes jump to action catching your waist before you can pounce. "Do you want me to fail-"
Iida and Hagakure thought to soon. Maybe Bakugo was rubbing off on you. "Here here," He passes you the doll back. You calm, Katsuki setting you down as you take the baby into your arms. You trade handing them their doll back saying, 'aww'. "Your baby is really calm."
Katsuki makes a tch noise with his tongue throwing an arm around your shoulder bringing you close to look down at the doll. It was still ugly he thought but it was yours in a way. "Yeah she's really sweet," You smile down at it Katsuki smirking.
'Okayyyy." Hakqagure looks around at the pda Bakugo was showing, as the bell rings. Students start to gather onside the classroom. Many passing all of you as you wait to wait in peacefully. Mina and Denki pass by arguing about the fact the Mina lost their baby and you all laugh. Pressing a hand to your mouth you couldn't help letting out a laugh. The assignment shouldn't have been hard as long as you worked with your partner and not dropped the doll. Like the egg project you all had in middle school. "Well the worst parents of UA just passed in front of us how irresponsible," Iida says shaking his head.
Denki suddenly rushes back taking the doll out of your grasp. You and Katsuki stare wide eye down the hall. "Come back here!" Breaking your stunned stance Katsuki chases after you not far behind.
Both spilling insults out of your mouths.
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Denki runs inside Class 1A throwing the baby on the table in front of Mr.Aizawa, Nezu and All Might. "Here's our child!" A buzzing noise going off.
"You do realize that's how lose you points?" Mr.Aizawa says tiredly. Most of the class was already inside seated, dolls returned and points on the board. Nezu turns from the board looking at Denki, "You must return your project with your assigned partner."
"Cant were divorced parents." The class laughs as Mina walks inside both of them turning away from each other dramatically. "Stop!" Walking inside with Katsuki on your side you both walk up to the teachers. "Mr.Aizawa that bay is not Denki's its mine," the whole class gasps as Aizawa brows raise. "This is much better than telenovelas," Principle Nezu exclaims clapping his small hands. All Might checks the wristband and your own before nodding agreeing that it infact was your baby.
"Okay its not my fault Mina lost our baby!"
"Hey! You left it all gross I wasnt going to touch it," Mina made a face sticking her tongue out. At that moment Iida and Hagakure enter the class their baby fully wrapped as they gently hand it to All Might.
"See now thats a good example of good parents." All Might gasps unwrapping the blanket seeing the damage done to the doll while Aizawa pinches the bridge of his nose. Deku and Ochaco enter the later scolding him as they turn in the doll sitting in their seats.
"OOOH HOOOO look what I have!" Present Mic enters Class 1A holding a very dirty, vomiting baby. "MY BABY!!" Denki runs up grabbing the baby holding him close.
"Babies on the table," Aizawa says already done with this. Denki runs throwing it on the table and walks to his seat. Mina also sits already whining about not getting out of clean up duty. "Principle Nezu will check the scores the pair with the highest score gets out of clean up duty." Aizawa reexplains the rules while Nezu checked all the scores. "Hehehe," he laughs clearly happy with the results.
"The winners are Bakugo and Y/n!"
"HUHHHHH!"
The class immediately went to protest some complaining about not wining other confused about how on earth Bakugo won. Bakugo smirks crossing his arms as you smile happy to get out of clean up today. "Y/n and Bakugo your free to leave now while the rest of class stays behind to clean," Nezu raises a hand motioning to the door. Katsuki gets up waiting at the door for you. You grab your stuff walking to him hearing some more groans and whines as you giggle. Katsuki takes your bag throwing it over his shoulder walking beside you down the hall.
"So what do we do."
"I have an idea," he smirks grabbing your hand in his. Half way through the day he realized how strong his feelings for you were. He decided to take the leap and make sure he never hurts you. He'll do everything goes in his power not to fuck this up.
#public libraries are good because they let people access books they might never otherwise read#private book ownership is good because it's Yours#physical books are good because they last a long time and again it's Yours#ebooks are good because you can fit a whole library into the physical space of a single book and they're cheaper to produce#audiobooks are good because they're accessible to people with eyesight or visual reading issues and leave your hands free#in conclusion: all books are good and people should enjoy them however and whenever they can#(lest it be misunderstood I agree with you completely OP I just also really like books in general and it got away from me)
husb! katsuki bakugo x wife! pro hero! reader headcanons
husb! katsuki who immediately joins the fight when the villain gets a little too close to hurt you (he has some spidey sense built in)
husb! katsuki who picks you up and blasts you off to the nearest medical help when you get injured
husb! katsuki who denies your marriage when he’s being bombarded with reporters, always shutting them away with a “fuck off, you nosy extras!” before blasting back to his agency
husb! katsuki who accidentally exposed your relationship together during an interview because he called you by his nickname for you instead of your hero name
husb! katsuki who immediately accepts any mission that involved you
husb! katsuki who claims he’s doing the bare minimum when really he’s doing the absolute most, just to flex (he did not need to blast that robber into the next prefecture)
husb! katsuki who sends his sidekicks to buy your merch at exact time the shop opens
husb! katsuki who actually doesn’t hate getting injured because it means you’ll tend to his wounds
husb! katsuki who needs your help to fix his tie whenever he has a press conference to attend (the reporter might’ve caught you fixing his tie behind curtains)
husb! katsuki who hoards your merch and keeps it all in a glass shelf in his office and has a built in switch to hide said shelf whenever you visit his agency
husb! katsuki who keeps an ID picture of you in his wallet and will literally combust if you find out
husb! katsuki who collects your hero cards, specifically buying the signed ones because he’s too embarrassed to admit he buys those shit and ask for your signature
husb! katsuki who insists on doing laundry-related chores because you ‘always do it wrong’
husb! katsuki who’s a good cook and loves to cook for you especially when you’re sick
husb! katsuki who watches your interviews on youtube repeatedly and even records the whole news session if you appeared in the news
husb! katsuki who scoffs when he sees comments under videos that are related to you because wdym “dynamight can’t handle allat”
husb! katsuki who yanks you close by the hem of your shirt and giving your ass a small spank when he’s in a playful mood
husb! katsuki who loves playing fight with you and bonus points if you get to straddle him
husb! katsuki who goes on jogs with you but feels slightly competitive and maybe starts to use his explosions to be faster than you because he’s petty like that
husb! katsuki who rarely goes on talk shows but only does when you’re invited with him
husb! katsuki who practically screeches at the interviewer but then softening up when he’s talking to you (this scene later trended with #dynadownbad)
husb! katsuki who’d create a fake account and fight with some random thirteen-year-old that commented ‘they kinda suck tho’ on your post
husb! katsuki who saves edits of you under a folder named ‘do not open’
husb! katsuki who isn’t scared to scare off reporters that bothers you, flipping them off casually followed by “you wanna fucking die?”
husb! katsuki who kisses you softly despite his rough exterior, softening up whenever he’s with you
you and katsuki are sprawled out together on the couch, watching whatever action movie he had insisted on watching. at one point in the movie, a wedding scene began, and something popped into your head.
without looking away from the tv, “hey katsuki?”
“yeah?”
“who do you think you’re gonna end up with?” you ask.
he shoots you a look. “what’re you talkin’ about?”
“like! i dunno..” you pause, gesturing towards the tv. “like that. who you’ll marry someday.”
he shrugs and says simply: “figured it’d be you. if you don’t marry anyone else.”
you sit up and look at him, shocked. “what? why?”
his face is calm. casual. he looks at you, shrugging. “jus’ know. we already do all that dumb couple shit anyway. easy.”
you pause the tv. “that’s not how it works! it’s a for life commitment? until death do us part! you cant just—”
“it’s practical.” he cuts in. “I’d do all the cookin’, deal with everything, take care of you, then you can do whatever it is you do all day.”
you stare at him. “you’re not serious.”
he looks at you, “why wouldn’t I be? no point in lookin’ for something I already got.”
a nervous energy buzzed through you. “and what? we’d sleep in the same bed?”
he rolls his eyes, “we cuddle all the time, dumbass.”
you chime in. “it’s not the same!”
he smirks as you nod, slowly, barley taking in what he said. he nods back and unpauses the movie, like now its all decided. like its set in stone.
SYNOPSIS: a morning in the bakugo household with your 3 year old daughter
A/N: pure fluff
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mornings in the bakugo household were rarely quiet.
today was no exception.
“kats, she’s got your hair again,” you called from the kitchen, barely stifling a laugh.
bakugo appeared in the doorway, bleary-eyed and shirtless, his once-spiky hair now sticking in about twelve different directions. the tiny blonde currently perched on his shoulders had both fists tangled in it, giggling like it was the best toy in the world.
“i swear, this gremlin’s got a death wish,” he muttered, trying (and failing) to pry his daughter’s fingers free. “oi, let go before ya yank it all out!”
“boom!” she shouted instead, hands thrown in the air.
you snorted. “she learns from the best.”
he shot you a half-hearted glare, though the smirk tugging at his lips betrayed him. “damn right she is. gotta teach her early so she doesn’t turn into a pushover like—”
“—like who?” you said, raising an eyebrow.
“didn’t say anything,” he said quickly, putting his hands up in mock surrender.
you rolled your eyes, walking over to adjust the toddler’s pajamas. “you know she calls everything that sparkles a ‘boom,’ right? even the stars?”
bakugo looked up, his usual sharp edges softening instantly as he met his daughter’s bright red eyes—his eyes—wide and curious and full of life. “that so?” he murmured.
she babbled something incoherent, then reached down to pat his cheek, murmuring, “boom daddy.”
you covered your mouth to keep from laughing out loud, but bakugo’s face flushed scarlet anyway. “she’s not callin’ me that in public,” he grumbled.
“too late. it’s already stuck,” you teased. “boom daddy.”
he groaned, but the way he kissed the top of her head as he laid her on the couch said otherwise.
the three of you ended up on the couch. you curled against him, your head on his shoulder, and your daughter sprawled across both your laps, humming softly while she played with a stuffed toy.
“she gets quieter when you’re home,” you murmured, brushing your fingers through your daughter’s hair. “like she knows she can finally relax.”
bakugo tilted his head toward you, eyes soft. “guess she gets that from you.”
you smiled up at him, meeting that rare, unguarded expression he reserved only for you two. “you’ve changed a lot, you know.”
he snorted. “yeah, yeah.”
“you just learned how to love out loud.”
he was quiet for a long moment, thumb tracing slow circles over your palm. then, with a rough exhale, he muttered, “yeah, well. you two make it easy.”
outside, the morning light filtered through the curtains, painting the room in warmth. no explosions, no villains, no chaos. just the quiet heartbeat of family.
He doesn’t like them, he hated them as a child and he hates them at 25. People that just approach him with a hug always gets the worst end of it. Anybody (parents included) that came to him for a hug gets cursed the hell out and/or blasted off with his explosive hand.
However.
When you’re in your his bedroom and he sees you you’re immediately enveloped by some huge, warmed, scarred up limbs to hold you captive.
“Uh hello to you too.” You respond with a monotone, completely unfazed since this is nearly a daily routine since you let him start coming over your place more often. I mean it was bound to happen he has done everything but verbally stated he lives with you now since most of his clothes, costumes, and groceries stay with you.
Bakugo embraces your natural scent for a moment, it’s warm, comfortable, safe, like home to him.
and Bakugo his body was extremely comforting, like laying right beside a fireplace on a snowy night, he smelled of his natural musk and mint, and his breathing against your neck felt nice. Calming almost.
You just half smile when you do your lipgloss in the mirror glancing at his hands rubbing your hips and tummy. His presence was always so invasive, as if he knew nothing of personal space after screaming about it for years to his own peers.
With you though he knows no such thing.
“Hungry?” You snap your lipgloss shut, giving one last lip smack at your reflection to turn and face him, he rises up a little and looks down at you, eyes tired and droopy, still frowning with his bottom lip sticking out further than usual. You kiss it and he immediately retracts back into your neck for a tight hug.”H-hey big boy…” You giggle at his clinginess.
“Wanna order out? Or i can cook—“
“Shut up.”
“Uh excuse you.”
He grumbles and grabs your arms to wrap around his wide back, he’s so big your finger tips just barely touch each other around him, “Let me finish first….please.”
You had a mind to talk back, but you could feel his heart racing the tighter he gripped you, and the tone of his voice sounded weak…he really needed this hug despite not telling you why.
Bakugo has his days, and today was one of them, a day where he didn’t want anybody or anything, but your embrace. He still has a lot to learn about himself, such as why your presence relaxes him even though you still find a way to make him annoyed, but that’s for another day.
Bakugo doesn’t do hugs with people, but he does with you.
Bakugo knows—very clearly—that he used to beg for your attention.
Blatantly. Shamelessly. Loudly.
Back in U.A., before rings and vows and a shared last name, he’d glare at anyone who took too long talking to you. Hover too close. Make you laugh a little too much. He was terrible at hiding it. Everyone knew. You knew. He’d insist he wasn’t begging, but the way he leaned toward you, the way his voice softened only for you, the way he demanded your focus like oxygen—yeah. Begging.
He still is.
The only difference now is that he has competition.
Very small. Very sparkly. Very determined.
Your daughter does not ask for your attention politely. She claims it.
She wedges herself between you and Bakugo on the couch without apology, curls into your side like it’s her birthright, and hooks an arm around your waist.
“Mommy,” she says sweetly. Final. Possessive.
Bakugo clicks his tongue. “Oi. I was sitting there.”
She looks at him—your eyes, his glare. “Too slow.”
And just like that, it’s on.
If Bakugo kisses your cheek, she’s immediately climbing onto your lap, cupping your face with both hands. “Mommy, look at me.”
If he wraps an arm around your shoulders, she physically pries his hand off. “No touching. Mommy’s busy.”
“Busy with what?” he snaps.
“With me.”
He fumes. “You don’t own her.”
She gasps. Loud. Dramatic. “She’s my mommy.”
Bakugo scoffs. “She was my wife first.”
She plants her hands on her hips. “And now she’s my mommy.”
“That’s not how—”
You don’t even get to stop it. They’re already circling each other, both stubborn, both fiery, both utterly convinced they deserve all of you.
Bakugo glares down at his daughter. “Why are you policing how I treat my wife?”
She points at him like a tiny prosecutor. “You’re doing it wrong.”
“I’VE BEEN DOING IT SINCE BEFORE YOU EXISTED.”
“And I’m doing it better.”
She climbs higher into your arms, presses her cheek against your chest, and smiles smugly at him. Victory declared.
Bakugo opens his mouth to argue—then freezes.
Because she looks exactly like you.
Same face. Same expressions. Same little habits. But the way she clings to you? The way her eyes soften only for you? That part—that desperate, wholehearted love?
That’s his.
And it hits him every time.
Another moment: you’re in the kitchen, chopping vegetables. Bakugo steps behind you, arms slipping around your waist. Instantly—
“HEY.”
Your daughter appears like a summoned demon.
“No hugging Mommy from behind.”
Bakugo growls. “Why the hell not?”
“Because that’s sneaky.”
“It’s romantic.”
She squints. “I don’t like it.”
“YOU’RE FIVE.”
“So?”
She wedges herself between you again, tiny arms wrapping around your leg. “I hug Mommy.”
Later, when you’re tired and curled on the couch, Bakugo pulls your head gently to his chest. Your daughter climbs up too, plopping herself directly on top of him.
“Move,” he mutters.
“No.”
“I can’t breathe.”
“Good.”
You laugh softly, and both of them immediately look at you—like the sound belongs to them. Like you belong to them.
Bakugo meets your daughter’s eyes. “Stop stealing my wife.”
She grins, all teeth and triumph. “You’re stealing my mommy.”
They pause. Stare.
Then—reluctantly, begrudgingly—Bakugo sighs and pulls both of you closer.
“Tch. Fine,” he mutters. “But I saw her first.”
Your daughter hums happily, already half-asleep. “We can share.”
Bakugo looks down at you—at her—at the two most important things in his world, and his chest aches in a way he never complains about.
Because he used to beg for your attention alone.
Now he gets to watch someone who looks like you, loves like him, fight just as hard for it.
bakugo’s toddler is unusually quiet somewhere in the house. so quiet bakugo panics. rushes to the play room from the kitchen in two seconds. some would assume he has a teleportation quirk the way he flies to check on his child.
what he finds is a mess. his child holding your makeup in tiny fists. lipstick, eyeliner, and liquid blush paint the wall right in front of his kid. and he’s frozen in the doorway. unsure what his next move should be. the only other person capable of stumping him like this is you.
you who will surely be upset when you come home from your errands to find the wall ruined and your makeup in complete disarray. but it’s fine. bakugo can fix this. he can replace your makeup. paint over the wall. and reprimand his chaotic toddler maybe even all before you come home. it’ll be fine.
except bakugo caves as soon as his child gives him the largest, toothiest grin. pride is etched in his baby’s tiny little face. woven into small shoulders and a rounded belly.
“look, mama pretty,” his baby says, holding up the red lipstick you’re fond of wearing. bakugo’s favorite on you. and points to the colors on the wall. he sighs, shoulders slumping forward as he picks his toddler up, swiping the makeup from a sweaty grip. resigned acceptance weighing over him.
“yup,” he says, taking in the sight before him, “mama pretty.”
and when you do come home, it’s to a napping baby, a grumpy husband, and a diy frame carefully hung on the wall to perfectly encapsulate your child’s art work.
and you can’t even be angry. not even in the slightest. and especially not when bakugo slides over his credit card wordlessly. almost ashamed.
“make sure to buy that lipstick i like,” he says gruffly, avoiding eye contact with you. “seems like the brat likes it too.”
