do you ever just feel overly horny, overworked and underfucked but you KNOW izu wouldn’t let his sweet girl feel neglected
✩꒱ overworked, underpaid and severely fucked — ft. izuku midoriya .ᐟ
🏁 ꒰ ✩ smut ⋆ mdni ⋆ pro hero izuku midoriya & fem!reader. oral sex, established relationship, care taker izuku. -> izuku midoriya is a good boyfriend, pervy and a little weird … but good. what? it’s not his fault that you’re so easy to look after.
overworked, underpaid but not!! underfucked when you’re with izuku !!!
he’s a little weird, a little perverted but he can be a really good boyfriend if you just give him a chance. promise! izuku is so doting, he’ll leap at the chance to take care of something for you even if you insist you’re getting along well financially.
the first time you let him pay for your food shop and essentials, he walks out of the store with three bags for life on each arm and a boner he just barely manages to conceal. you’re huffy and annoyed because you hardly need the stuff he picked up but it’s enough to last you, so you can’t complain. you kiss deku stupid after he’s loaded the car and lick into his mouth when he settles into the driver’s seat. “always happy to help you, baby.” he murmurs giddy. “just text me what you need next time, you don’t even have to leave the house.” between smooches he doesn’t say he expects a thank you, but you feel the way his chest bristles bristles beneath your fingertips whenever you do give your thanks. as though you’re praising the lord and graced him enough to give you this blessing. he is a little weird.
izuku has an annoying tendency to know what you need before you need it. a bath with lavender oil and candlelight upon return from a three day business trip out of city helping with company interviews — one you had no say on going to. a home-cooked meal because you didn’t have a chance to grab lunch between meetings, although pork katsudon is all he’s good for ( he’ll call kacchan for recipes and cooking advice once you tire of his own skill set). a new work bag because the one you’ve had since starting busted at the strap on the way home, your new one just so happens to be designer because the leather is stronger.
he does it all with a kiss pressed to your cheek and a smile that causes a crinkle at the corner of his eyes — sickly sweet and sticky against you but you tell him thank you all the same and he tells you anything, always. in response. you’re spoiled rotten to the point of feeling suffocated but it’s good, so good, to be swept off your feet for a little while.
izuku is a great listener too. you’ll come home from your job where they don’t pay you enough pennies to give a fuck, designer purse now abandoned on the sideboard by the counter with your keys, heels clicking angrily and izuku will be there ready to hear you out. take your mind off things for a little while.
“you’re frowning, sweet girl, what’s wrong?”
then he’s on his knees, crisp white blouse taut against his chest and tie loose, as he slips your heels off one by one accompanied by angel’s kisses. he lets you curse and vent, spill foul secrets about your coworker who keeps taking credit for your work and your boss who demands too much in too little time all while nodding with bouncing ever-green curls brushing against the inside of your thighs and up your itty bitty pencil skirt.
you ramble on and on, your nails taking through his curls as he descends down on your centre. lips hot on your panties, teething at the fabric that’s already wet and has been since he first sunk to his knees before you — placing you at epicentre of his entire universe. izuku nods at the same time he kisses your clit, agreement in the form of sucking the slick from you as if you’re the only source of life for a thousand miles.
“and god, zu — she stole that client from right u-under my nose!” you’re scowling but your body melts into him below, your hips buck over his nose and he thinks for a second he could die here, happy and unable to breathe if it meant drowning in the deliciousness of your cunt. you’re sweeter when you’re pissed off, when you use him to ease the tension wound tight in your shoulders. izuku is desperate for you to use him, need him, he prefers life this way.
“mhm…” he says, or groans, or sighs blissfully like he’s really listening to you. focused on the tale of how that petty girl at your petty job keeps taking the credit. hed take care of that too, if you let him — call them up and say hero deku had a complaint to make. he settles for this, the now, the exact moment you clench around the thickness of his tongue as it thrusts far enough along your slippery walls to make your body shake. maybe it’s selfish off him, that izuku waits for you to get all riled up at work so that you come home to him like this. broiling under the flesh, smelling like sex that stirs his appetite into something more sinister.
when you hug the back of his head to your weeping slit, izuku purrs as though he’s been rewarded. his tongue does a sweep of the entire length of your cunt, gathers what you drool in viscous waves and smelts his spit into the molten mix, frothy cream gathering just around your hole and clit. messy, greedy, filthy but he doesn’t let up even when his chin is painted with a varnish of arousal.
he doesn’t mind being your crutch or your tool to pass a bad day by, as long as you’re above him like this — toes digging into his shoulders, fist tight in his hair, . “a-and seriously, zu. f-fuck, fuck that girl. fuck. i’m gonna cum!” you squeak shakily and he knows the job is done. you’re happy and you’re distracted, babbling god knows what about who knows what but the anger once built up inside you snaps like an easy spring. your orgasm is melt in the mouth, a piece of heaven created just for izuku to indulge in.
perhaps it is weird and perverted that he loves to be used and to use his skill on you… but you like it and maybe that makes you a little perverted too.
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⋆˚₊‧ — INCIDENT LOG : chronos must die ‧₊˚⋆
⤷ ゛izuku can't be any more in love with you. ˎˊ˗
ᝰ.ᐟ 1.1k. gn!reader · fluff · romance · canon univ · pls listen 2 la trains by eaJ
› a/n: someone give pro hero and teacher izuku a big fat smooth on the lips for me ty
you’re fast asleep in the passenger of his second-hand toyota, and izuku can’t stop looking.
at every red light, he’s gotta sneak a peek—every time he’s got just enough space between him and the cars around him, he needs to double-take. you’ve got an elbow on the door’s armrest, chin resting on the back of your hand, your neck bent just-so, and you’re wearing his scarf, and you’re in his fucking car and he’s so scared one wrong move will wake you up.
every time he looks at you he’s also tightening his hold on the wheel, and bracing his feet on the pedals beneath them. every turn taken is a little gentler, every stop a little smoother, all to make sure nothing will disturb you. it’s just ‘cause he thinks you look so nice, here, dozing peacefully, knowing he’ll get you home safe.
he’s still looking when he finally pulls into a spot just outside your place, slow and careful as to avoid the wheels making that loud nails-to-chalkboard noise they always do when he brakes just a little too fast. the hum of the engine running is quicker to cut out than he would’ve liked, after that, when he turns the key. it makes him cringe before he lets himself look back at you.
you shift a little when the car settles, leaning off the door, still half-asleep in that soft way that makes everything feel slower than it is. you’re rubbing at your right eye with the same hand you’d been resting on, other hand coming up to rub at the left as you straighten up, stretching out the curve of your spine as you do so. it cracks once, twice, thrice, before you slouch again.
he’s getting out of the car without so much as a word as you’re blinking your eyes open.
the passenger door opens before you’ve even fully registered him getting out and moving around the front, cold air slipping in as he leans into your space, close enough that the scarf around your neck shifts with his movement. the one end of it slung over your shoulder slips off, cotton fabric pooling in your lap as your boyfriend’s cologne overpowers the smell of takeout.
“hey,” he says, quieter than he needs to, reaching around you to get to something you haven’t quite identified yet. it doesn’t startle you in the least, his hand finding the buckle like he’s done it a hundred times already, even with the bulky fabric of your coat scrunched up on top of it. he’s so careful with it, careful with you, like both of those things matter in the same way.
you don’t really give him space to finish properly.
your arms are already around his neck before he’s fully pulled back, still half in your seat, half in his space, as the buckle snags around your right shoulder and sort of traps you there. you’re not that out of it, anymore, the light above the rearview a little too uncomfortably bright for your eyes now that the door is open. not to mention the quiet alarm signalling the open passenger.
it’s clear izuku can see that, given he stills, gives into the whim just like that.
when he leans in, it’s not by any means rushed.
it starts slow, almost tentative in a way that doesn’t really match how carefully he’s been acting all night, like he’s making sure you’re really awake enough for this, really there. his palm settles on your thigh just beside the console, in a way that’s grounding not for you but for him, above all else—he fumbles for the buckle with his other hand, but misses badly enough he tries to cover it up by cupping the curve of your jaw, and realizes, suddenly, that you’re smiling against his lips.
he falters when he feels it, his brain short-circuiting between continuing what he’s doing and acknowledging that you’re very much awake now and very much aware of him, but he doesn’t stop. his approach just changes a bit, back to something a little more familiar—he’s much more certain, now, less careful, the hesitation finally giving out.
when he finally pulls back, it’s slow in the same way everything else has been.
“you’re awake.” he says, hand still at your jaw. he sounds so fond, so content, it makes your heart twist. you hum something under your breath in response, not even sure it actually comes out as anything more than a muted mmmh, but it seems to be enough for him.
his hand drops from your jaw as your arms unwind from around him, the hand he’d had on your thigh coming up to move the belt at the same time his other hand moves your arm, freeing you from the restraint as the buckle clinks against the the edge of the door just beside your head.
“c’mon,” he murmurs, already shifting back out of your space. “let’s get you out.”
he steps to the side, just in front of the back door, giving you room as he opens yours wider. the cold hits him like a bucket of icewater after the intense proximity, and it hits you similarly as it comes around you full-force, your body no longer blanketed by his. his cheeks are turning red, from the cold more than anything—he’s not that bashful, easy-to-embarrass teenager anymore.
once you’re both outside, he shuts the door behind you with another click, and moves a little further back to open the back door. he ducks behind it, momentarily, his windows so tinted you almost can’t see him, then comes out—smacking the back of his head on the edge of the door with a murmured yowch—again holding the takeout you’d driven almost a half-hour out to get.
you reach over the open door to cradle his head, tangling gentle fingers through his hair even as you’re smiling at him, a tease on the tip of your tongue as his free hand comes up to clasp over yours. nothing ends up coming out as he steps out of your reach, letting your hand fall and slip into the pocket of your coat as he shuts the car door.
there’s no hesitation in it, this time, when he steps in. his arm comes around your waist, palm to the small of your back as he kisses you again—shorter this time, but surer than it has been all night. it’s only a little open-mouthed, no ulterior motive evident as he presses his chest to yours and smiles against your lips this time, instead.
when he pulls back, he doesn’t go too far. only enough to look at you properly.
“okay,” he says, like that settles everything. “now we’re going inside.”
The Izu bush headcanon got me😳😳😳... is this a safe space to admit that I now need to squirt on that bush..?
✩꒱ mess on mess — ft. izuku midoriya .ᐟ
🏁 ꒰ ✩ smut ⋆ mdni ⋆ pro hero izuku midoriya & fem!reader. pubic hair, pussy jobs, squirting, praise kink, established relationships -> you’re bush4bush with izuku lol.
nods nods nods pussy jobs with izuku, him on his back and his rough scarred hands melting into your hips like molten glass — hot on your skin as he drags you back and forth over his cock, over his lap. everything is so sticky, there’s a nasty sloshing sound each time you buck forward and drag your cunt over his thickness just to feel his tip kiss your swollen clit. that’s how wet you are and how messy he is for you, both of you unravelling and leaking against one another.
izuku squeezes flesh with deft fingers as if to ground himself, all too close to floating away into the veil of night that hides your sin. “have i ever told you, you’re such a good girl for me?” he simpers and his praise runs through you like brown sugar melted down to an ambrosial syrup — adding to the adrenaline in your veins as though you’ve been caught in a sugar rush. he wouldn’t lie to you, he’s got the perfect view like this. the soft lines of your body that bend and bow and break in order to chase the pleasure he holds just out of reach. “you…” izuku swallows thick. “you always do what i say, you always listen just right.”
the human body works in wondrous ways. your pussy clenches around nothing, catches on the veins that are carved into his cock, gushes a fresh wave of hot slick that now tangles with his dark-forest-like pubic hair. clear glaze smears along your tummy and coils in the darkened curls between your thighs — your boyfriend sighs pretty, reaching around to pinch your clit through the stickiness.
“do you think you can cum for me?” he asks before you have a chance to even think about how close you are. your sense of self and sanity slips away from you in the same way that time quietly passes you by — without care or notice. your hips spring forward — luring a shaky hiss from between your lover’s lips as your sweltering folds capture his thick length between them.
words fizz into nothingness in your mind and decay on your tongue in a soft spoken sigh. “uh-huh, yes—!” you voice quietly, nails curling into plush pecs at the same time your spasming hole glides over deku’s pitifully creamy tip.
bemused, his warm palms sink down to your ass to hold you down against him — giving izuku the leverage to circle your raw cunt over him in a passionate manner. and you love it, because you get to see him lose himself with you, beneath you, cock pulsing with its own heartbeat all for you.
“mhm? bet you’re feeling so good right now,” gentle snippets of encouragement break down your walls and tentatively undo the knots dotted along your insides — bursts of pleasure locked up within them. “lean into it, angel. let it wash over you — oh!” surprise and merriment trickle into izuku’s voice, following a hybrid sound — a laughing rumble of his chest now turning into a whine because you don’t just cum for him, you squirt. “look at that, look at you gushing for me…”
the sensation is hot and fast, all five of your senses on high alert. the way blood rushes through your ears reminds you of waves thrashing along a beach. serene. breath taking. the air in your lungs runs thin as a deliciously loud wail plays on the strength of your vocal chords — there’s a burn that follows. you use the last of your stamina to rut against izuku’s milky cock — which is already drowned in your rushing wetness — chasing something that might just slip away before it’s too soon.
all of your arousal tangles in his dark trail of pubic hair, a glistening sight to behold that ticks izuku over the edge too. mess on mess that only seems to cling to the natural crevices of your bodies.
“so pretty,” the pro hero mumbles in awe and reaches between your slick thighs to rub what you leak into your mound. “perfect girl.”
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falling into bed with your friends izuku and katsuki after a night of drinking and joking around and sharing bites of food from each other's hands...
the light is low in katsuki's apartment. you're hanging out there because he has a nicer place than you or izuku, and you two managed to talk him into cooking for you both. now the plates are stacked haphazardly near the kitchen sink, forgotten – they'll get done later. music plays from a speaker in the background, but you honestly couldn't say what genre it is, and it might as well be white noise for how much you're listening. katsuki and izuku sit in chairs facing the table, and you sit upon it in front of them, legs dangling, brushing their knees as you kick absentmindedly.
two sets of eyes are on you like predator on prey, carefully tracking each of your movements. you can tell – their eyes are heavy and lidded, and izuku sits perfectly still for once while katsuki fumbles with the edge of his jeans.... a rare sight.
you kick at izuku's shin, playfully, and he catches your foot and grips it, locking eyes with you for a second before he lets go. just a moment before, you were all laughing and smiling to your ears but now the music seems louder than it was and your three silence feels deafening.
to escape the tension you spring to your feet and sidle to the couch, sitting on it and patting the cushions on either side of your hips.
"come sit over here," you beckon, smiling despite the way your heart hammers in your ribcage. "it's comfier."
and so they do, walking over slowly and sitting on either side of you, and you're struck by how tall they both seem when you're sandwiched between them, how good their scents smell mixed together and how lightheaded it's making you feel.
you chat some more, but it's different. you keep getting distracted, gaze drifting to katsuki's spread legs and what lays between them. and you swear that izuku keeps inching closer and closer.... it must be true, because now he's practically pressed into your body and when you shift your weight you feel him, hard against your back.
your mind kind of goes blank and the next thing you register is falling forward because he keeps pressing in, bracing yourself by putting your hands on katsuki's knees... and then you see that he's hard too, straining against the fabric of his jeans. his face is a little flushed and his eyes scream sex and then izuku is in your ear, whispering, "look at that..." as he points to the bulge in front of you.
"i..." you swallow hard. debate with yourself for a moment before deciding to throw caution to the wind. "can i see?"
"yeah kacchan," izuku breathes behind you, dick twitching in his pants from his excitement. "can we see?"
with shaky agreement katsuki unbuttons and unzips and pulls himself out with a little gasp for you both to admire. his cock is veined and dripping with pre cum that pearls from his blushed tip and drips onto the length of his shaft. he's so hard you wonder if it hurts.... so you ask him, "does it hurt?"
despite the flush on his skin he scoffs. "what, bein' hard?"
you nod. "yeah, looks... uncomfortable." behind you izuku licks his lips. you can feel his heart racing in his chest and clearly picture his lustful expression in your mind.
"no, it doesn't hurt..." katsuki mumbles.
"it could feel better though, right?" izuku pipes in. katsuki gives him a hard, long stare, narrowing his eyes just slightly before he nods.
"yeah."
"hey," izuku says then, like he just had a thought. "i have an idea." he runs his palm down your arm and grasps your hand, before leaning you both forward and closing your fingers around katsuki's cock. you both can't help but react, gasping and reeling at the contact but staying right where you are. "why don't you help him out? friends help each other, right?"
"yeah," you agree, transfixed by the dick in your hand. you experimentally tighten your grip and katsuki lets out a shaky breath. huh. you never thought you'd see him so entirely subdued like this, and it's doing things to you. you squirm a little, shifting your thighs to ease some of the heat that dwells between them. "you want my help, kacchan?"
another shaky breath. "yeah. yes, please."
before you can even flick your wrist, izuku's hands come around your waist, one pressing into your abdomen and the other gripping your thigh so hard it might bruise later.
"what about you?" he asks innocently, contrasting with the way he's practically drooling on your neck. "you need my help with anything?"
sfw. bf! toji who wants to be fiance! toji and ultimately husband! toji
“what are you doing?” toji asked, a bit sceptical at what has you so glued to your computer screen. he was putting away the last of the now clean dishes as you sat at the kitchen table, the light from the screen illuminating your face. it was late, and he was tired—all he wanted was to drag you to bed with him so that you could fall asleep together. only, you barely seem to be paying attention, even when he clearly asked you something.
“online shopping,” you muttered, raising an eyebrow—something obviously caught your interest. he was tempted to sneak behind you and get a look at the screen for himself, but he didn’t have the energy for it.
“oh yeah,” he hummed, trying to get more information out of you while stacking plates in their rightful place. “for what?”
“wedding dresses.”
his heart thumped against his chest before almost stopping entirely.
did he hear you right? he hadn’t even proposed yet—did you find the ring he had been hiding?
he was sure that he did an amazing job hiding it, too, putting it at the very top shelf in your closet—the one that you could never reach and therefore had no reason to try to examine.
“what,” he deadpanned, face turning as white as a sheet, his brain short circuiting and unable to form any other words.
all he could do was picture your face upon discovering that diamond—did you like it, at least? did he get the wrong cut? was this you trying to say you wanted to marry him too?
“cookie presses,” you said, repeating yourself while tilting your head curiously to the side. as. you were clueless as to what was causing his confusion—did he not hear you right or something? “i told you i wanted to get into baking.”
he felt as if he was shot back to life, internally sighing with relief. he was hearing things—thank god.
“i think i’m gonna order them,” you explained, reaching into your pocket to fish out your credit card.
he came to your side, trying to act smooth—-as if he wasn’t in crisis mode only a few seconds earlier. he looked down onto the screen to in fact, see the baking supplies you’d been talking about. he let out another breath, his heart finally reaching a normal pace.
“sounds good, babe,” he scratched the back of his neck, “go for it.”
toji just hoped you weren’t onto him, but what he didn’t see was your other tabs.
wedding venues near me
blue bridesmaid dresses
white dress inspo engagement
pinterest wedding table decor
what he didn’t know wouldn’t hurt him, and the fact that you had just deep cleaned the entire apartment was just another secret you would have to keep to yourself.
you’re obsessed with the scar in the corner of toji’s mouth, you always have been. why? you have absolutely no idea.
something about it was just so damn sexy, it suited him, in fact, you could barely picture his face without it.
toji, on the other hand, despised the thing. he often says it "messes his face up" or refers to it as "that ugly thing." this infuriates you — you often climb onto his lap after he insults it, peppering soft kisses over the raised skin. “i like it," you smile sweetly.
he scrunches his face up tightly, scoffing — "weirdo." but he doesn’t pull away, nor tell you to stop, just places his large hands on your hips and lets you do what you want with him, too lazy to object.
even when he returns home from work, the first thing you do is run up to him with a great big smile on your face, jumping on him and wrapping your legs around his waist. "missed you," you smile.
you peck his lips, then his cheek, then press multiple wet kisses to his scar. toji’s arms wrap around you, carrying you like you weigh nothing. “stop doin’ that," he grumbles, burying his face in your neck to hide the faint smile on his face.
“missed you too, doll."
your obsession of course extended to within the bedroom. he’ll have you pinned down, legs over his broad shoulders, thrusting deep inside of you — kissing you sloppily.
when he pulls away an inch, you dart your tongue out, tracing it over his scar. “again with this shit? what’s your fixation with that damn scar," he rasps.
“mghhh — love it, it’s mine," you pant, responding to him casually as if he’s not currently rearranging your guts.
toji fushiguro has your body naked in front of the mirror and his warm hands groping your hips. he lets his pinky slide up your puffy, wet slit—just a graze, just over your clit—and he doesn’t let your eyes leave the mirror as he draws back his pinky dripping with your slick.
“go on, princess,” he rasps into your neck. “m’listening.”
but he’s not just listening. your boyfriend is still in his boxers—unfair, really, because you’re clad in nothing & the room is too warm & your thighs are trembling from both the heat and the pressure. he wraps himself around you and slides his hands up to your tits. he gropes your breast once and lets his hands fall away.
your mouth dries. “i can’t.”
but your hips are bucking into him. rolling against his clothed cockhead as your pussy drools from the anticipation. toji laughs, chest warm against your back as he pinches your clit, forcing your hips to stutter & a whine to leave your lips. “y’got a pretty mouth, dollface. wanna hear you use it.”
in the mirror your thighs are still aching, chest heaving, and toji fushiguro has slipped his cock out of his shorts. you’re not sure you heard his waistband snap but his cock is there, flushed and swollen and dripping with precum.
"you see that ?" he murmurs, breath hot against your neck as he pumps himself in his fist all heavy & slow. "see what you do to me, sweetheart? standing there all pretty and wet?”
he lets the soaked head tap against your ass—once, twice—before dragging it lower between your thighs, letting it slip through your slick folds without pushing inside. your pussy flutters at the teasing, & toji watches your chest heave in the mirror through bleary eyes.
"you want this?" he murmurs, cockhead nudging your throbbing folds from behind. "want my cock in this pussy, baby?” he lets his precum smear over the folds. “start talking.”
you swallow, eyes glazed with lust and hips stuttering as you force the courage to speak. “i…i have nice tits.”
“breasts,” toji growls into your neck. “breasts, dollface. say it properly.”
your thighs squeeze. your eyes are teary when you look in the mirror, face flushed, tits heaving. "i have nice breasts."
"mmh," toji slides a palm up your side. he lets his thumb brush against your aching nipple, before twisting and stretching the pebbled peak between his fingers. you arch into him on instinct. "so nice, dollface. and what else? look at this pussy in the mirror, baby. tell me all about it."
his thumb presses into your clit. but then he slides it away.
you moan, loud, slick dripping down your thighs. toji’s cock twitches against your ass, but clearly he’s got the self control of a god.
your lashes are tear rimmed. “i have—i have a pretty pussy!”
“so pretty,” he murmurs, tugging your clit before pressing his thumb against it, rubbing slow circles over the bud. “prettiest pussy i’ve ever fucking seen. so wet and noisy for me. tell me more, sweetheart.”
“my pussy is so tight,” you rasp, breathless and hips twitching as toji rubs his thumb against the sensitive bud. “hnngh—so tight and wet for you, toji.”
"yeah?" he murmurs against your ear. his cock nudges your slick folds, pulsing and throbbing at the entrance. "love this fucking pussy, you know that?"
you can only whimper in response.
"love how puffy it is," he continues, dragging his swollen cockhead up your slit, only to drag it down again. "love how it tries to swallow me. see that, baby? see how it slobbers all over my cock?” he pushes his swollen head in as your cunt flutters around him. “fucking perfect.”
“toji—“ you gasp, “please—“
“please what?” he growls, pushing his hips into you. his thick cock swells between your folds, pulsing and stretching your puffy cunt. “want me to play with this pussy, baby? fuck you so hard your tits bounce in the mirror?”
“mhm—“
“words, sweetheart.”
“want you to fuck me,” you gasp out, hips bucking back to chase his cockhead and push him deeper into your folds. “want you to play with my pussy and fuck me till i’m dripping—“
“fuck,” toji groans, slamming into you, hard. “thaaaat’s my fucking girl. see how easy it is to please me?”
distracting toji while he's on the phone...♡ (rough!toji x sweet!fem reader)
tojis halfway through a phone call when you climb onto the couch beside him, immediately curling into his side while he keeps talking, one arm stretched across the back of the cushions behind you and his phone pressed to his ear.
its something about money, something about work, something thats got his brows pulled together while he listens with that oh so familiar rough expression.
"yeah, I heard you," he mutters "then tell 'im I aint payin extra."
meanwhile, youre completely occupied with him.
your fingers find the side of his hair first, gently combing through the shorter strands near his temple while your cheek rests against his shoulder. toji keeps listening while you continue absent mindedly playing with him. your hand drifts lower, tracing the line of his jaw before finding his collar, smoothing it down and then fiddling with it again for no reason other than you just felt like touching it.
"because that aint what we agreed on." he says into the phone, voice steady despite the fact youve now moved on to his hands.
you turn one of them over in your lap, running your thumb along old scars and rough knuckles, tracing every line in his skin with a quiet concentration while the conversation continues.
the man on the other end keeps talking, and toji tries listening.
then your fingers slide to the rolled sleeves of his top, adjusting them before trailing slowly down his forearm, following the muscle there with light touches that dont mean much to you and mean everything to him.
his jaw tightens slightly. "yeah," he mutters into the phone, "mhm"
by now youve found his hand again, interwining your fingers with his, turning them, tracing the shape of his thumb while leaning a little more heavily into his side.
youre not even looking at him, youre just happy sitting there, all soft and sweet, quietly occupying yourself with whatever part of him happens to be within your reach.
the silence on the other end of the call stretches.
"...you still there?" the guy asks.
toji blinks once, realizing he hasnt heard a godamn thing for the last minute. his eyes drop to you where youre curled against him, happily playing with his fingers while resting your cheek on his shoulder.
"yeah." he says "keep talkin."
but his free hand is already settling over yours, thumb brushing across your knuckles while he looks down at you for a second longer than necessary, then he leans over and presses a rough distracted kiss against the top of your head without interrupting the call, squeezing your hand once before settling back into the couch.
toji still isnt listening to the man on the phone, not with you tucked into his side playing with his hair, his sleeves, his hands, every soft little touch way too distracting.
Description: Reader is pregnant and past her due date. Sanemi talks to the baby to get them to come out. Simply fluff I wrote during my break. Hope you enjoy! Do you think Sanemi would be a boy dad or a girl dad? I imagine him with a son named Ronin who would grow into his mini-me. I left the gender of the baby open so you can imagine whatever you want!
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The months have flown by since you found out you were expecting. Your husband, Sanemi, didn't move for ten minutes when you first told him.
His mouth hung open and his mind stuck on a loop.
I'm gonna be a Dad.
Fuck.
This feels... right.
Don't fuck it up.
You pushed through nausea, mood swings, cravings, insecurity, all with him by your side.
During the first trimester, he went to the market and bought ALL the ginger.
“Flaunting your wealth with ginger,” Someone scoffed.
His scarred face twisted into a nightmare.
“It's for my pregnant wife,” Sanemi practically growled, “Got a fucking issue with that?”
When he got home, carrying ginger root in bulk, his grumpy face was rewarded with grateful kisses.
“Tch,” He scoffed, but his ears were red and his hands found your belly.
This is how the months went by. He rubs your feet, builds a crib, and glares at anyone who comes too close to you. He's like a wolf that bites everyone but you, and that's exactly how you like it.
But now, you were done. The baby is two weeks past due, and no amount of pampering could make you comfortable.
“Sanemi,” You whined as you waddled out of the bedroom. Huge, teary-eyed, and exhausted. “They won't come out. Do something!”
He looked up from the katana he was sharpening to keep his hands busy.
“The hell am I supposed to do?”
“I don't know,” You walked over and slowly lowered onto the cushion beside him, one hand on your tummy and one on your aching back.
“Maybe Shinobu can do something...” He muttered, staring at the belly. He wanted to fix this. He didn't want his wife in pain, and he also desperately wanted to meet his baby.
“No,” You shook your head, shoving your finger at him. “You're their daddy. You need to tell them to come out.”
He blinked at you, trying not to laugh because that might make you cry.
“Seriously?” He deadpanned.
“Yes,” You lifted your chin. “Tell them.”
He waited a moment longer, but seeing the desperation in her eyes made him relent.
“Fine,” He sighed, setting his katana aside. He knelt in front of her like a Knight and placed a hand on your stomach. He stared down at the swollen belly with the same look he gave Genya when he dripped watermelon juice on the floor.
“Oi, brat.” Sanemi started, voice steady. “You've been in there long enough. Come out now.”
You watched, bottom lip between your teeth, waiting for... something. Anything.
Kick.
A strong hit against Sanemi's hand. His lips twitched as he fought back a proud smile.
“Don't talk back to me, brat. You're makin' my wife miserable.”
Kick Kick.
“They're too stubborn, ” You whined as you leaned your head back, already accepting that you might be stuck like this for another week or even two.
Sanemi, more stubborn, leaned closer.
“Kid, if you don't get your ass out of there within the next twenty-four hours, then I'll drag you out myself.”
You leaned back up, shaking your head.
“It was worth a shot-"
Before you finished, your eyes went wide. You felt a flood between your legs and a sharp cramp down your back. When he saw the water break, his eyes got just as big as yours. For a moment, months of planning went out the window, both of you quietly dumbfounded. But the silence was short-lived, and a contraction hit you harder.
“Sanemi-”
“Shit shit shit-” He breathed out as he carefully picked you up, his face pale and eyes focused.
“Let's get to Shinobu.”
“My go-bag,” You reminded him through clenched teeth.
“Fuck the bag. The kids comin'"
You wrapped your arms around his neck, fists clenching his haori. Despite the pain, excitement, terror, and everything else you were feeling, you couldn't help the breathy laugh that escaped you as he marched towards the Butterfly Estate.
“What?”
You pulled away enough to look at him. “You just scolded your child out of the womb.”
He looked down at you, expression full of love, fear, joy, anxiety- all existing at once.
“Tch,” He looked back to the path. “Let's finally meet our kid.”
falling into bed with your friends izuku and katsuki after a night of drinking and joking around and sharing bites of food from each other's hands...
the light is low in katsuki's apartment. you're hanging out there because he has a nicer place than you or izuku, and you two managed to talk him into cooking for you both. now the plates are stacked haphazardly near the kitchen sink, forgotten – they'll get done later. music plays from a speaker in the background, but you honestly couldn't say what genre it is, and it might as well be white noise for how much you're listening. katsuki and izuku sit in chairs facing the table, and you sit upon it in front of them, legs dangling, brushing their knees as you kick absentmindedly.
two sets of eyes are on you like predator on prey, carefully tracking each of your movements. you can tell – their eyes are heavy and lidded, and izuku sits perfectly still for once while katsuki fumbles with the edge of his jeans.... a rare sight.
you kick at izuku's shin, playfully, and he catches your foot and grips it, locking eyes with you for a second before he lets go. just a moment before, you were all laughing and smiling to your ears but now the music seems louder than it was and your three silence feels deafening.
to escape the tension you spring to your feet and sidle to the couch, sitting on it and patting the cushions on either side of your hips.
"come sit over here," you beckon, smiling despite the way your heart hammers in your ribcage. "it's comfier."
and so they do, walking over slowly and sitting on either side of you, and you're struck by how tall they both seem when you're sandwiched between them, how good their scents smell mixed together and how lightheaded it's making you feel.
you chat some more, but it's different. you keep getting distracted, gaze drifting to katsuki's spread legs and what lays between them. and you swear that izuku keeps inching closer and closer.... it must be true, because now he's practically pressed into your body and when you shift your weight you feel him, hard against your back.
your mind kind of goes blank and the next thing you register is falling forward because he keeps pressing in, bracing yourself by putting your hands on katsuki's knees... and then you see that he's hard too, straining against the fabric of his jeans. his face is a little flushed and his eyes scream sex and then izuku is in your ear, whispering, "look at that..." as he points to the bulge in front of you.
"i..." you swallow hard. debate with yourself for a moment before deciding to throw caution to the wind. "can i see?"
"yeah kacchan," izuku breathes behind you, dick twitching in his pants from his excitement. "can we see?"
with shaky agreement katsuki unbuttons and unzips and pulls himself out with a little gasp for you both to admire. his cock is veined and dripping with pre cum that pearls from his blushed tip and drips onto the length of his shaft. he's so hard you wonder if it hurts.... so you ask him, "does it hurt?"
despite the flush on his skin he scoffs. "what, bein' hard?"
you nod. "yeah, looks... uncomfortable." behind you izuku licks his lips. you can feel his heart racing in his chest and clearly picture his lustful expression in your mind.
"no, it doesn't hurt..." katsuki mumbles.
"it could feel better though, right?" izuku pipes in. katsuki gives him a hard, long stare, narrowing his eyes just slightly before he nods.
"yeah."
"hey," izuku says then, like he just had a thought. "i have an idea." he runs his palm down your arm and grasps your hand, before leaning you both forward and closing your fingers around katsuki's cock. you both can't help but react, gasping and reeling at the contact but staying right where you are. "why don't you help him out? friends help each other, right?"
"yeah," you agree, transfixed by the dick in your hand. you experimentally tighten your grip and katsuki lets out a shaky breath. huh. you never thought you'd see him so entirely subdued like this, and it's doing things to you. you squirm a little, shifting your thighs to ease some of the heat that dwells between them. "you want my help, kacchan?"
another shaky breath. "yeah. yes, please."
before you can even flick your wrist, izuku's hands come around your waist, one pressing into your abdomen and the other gripping your thigh so hard it might bruise later.
"what about you?" he asks innocently, contrasting with the way he's practically drooling on your neck. "you need my help with anything?"
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