Pairing: Bakugou x Koge (OC)
Rating: Mature | Cursing, implied violence / mugging, body image TW, sexual phrases and provocative interactions but no full on explicit content.
Genre: Romance | Humor | Angst
Koge tilted her head to the side a bit as she observed her reflection, standing in front of a full body mirror that was connected to the wall of her closet. Behind her, the image of clothes were blurry and non-existent, focused solely on the brilliant diamond that glistened against the dim light from further into the closet. Left hand resting on her chest, she brought her right arm around to hug herself, eyes never leaving the engagement ring. She had missed it, the way it fit so perfectly onto her finger and the delicate shine that represented how fierce her love for her husband truly was. It had been over a year since she had lost it, and the fact that it was actually back on her finger was nearly enough to make her believe she was dreaming.
No, she hadn’t lost it. It had been taken from her, during a mugging while she was out at night. Remembering the event, Koge knew that she could have done something to prevent it. That man, even though he was large, had nothing but a knife to threaten her with. She could have easily turned things around, her skill and training giving her the upper hand. And yet, she couldn’t. Not because she was scared for herself or because the man was terrifying. It was her children that made her stop, that made her so compliant and willing to give the man anything he demanded.
Heading to the train station after dark, Koge had both her children with her after a play-date with her best friend Nene, who had two children of her own. Koge held the small Natsuki in one arm as she slept, while Matsuki walked beside her, holding her hand. There wasn’t a reason for them to feel nervous or scared, having taken this trip many times with no problems. But that night, it had been particularly dark with very few people on the streets. The man had surprised them, coming out of an ally, staying mostly hidden in the shadows with only his knife reflecting the light. He had demanded everything Koge had on her person, down to her earrings and rings on her finger.
Her only thought was to protect her babies, and if that meant handing over everything, then she would. A fight, she had thought, would put them in even more danger. The man could easily snatch one of them as a hostage while she was trying to fight him off, or they could accidentally get hurt. Koge couldn’t bare the thought.
The purse wasn’t that hard for her to hand over. It was small, with only her phone, wallet and keys inside. Yes, her phone was important and the wallet had credit cards and cash, but that could easily be taken care of with a simple phone call to cancel the cards. The earrings were the same, some cheap medium sized hoops with fake diamonds, something that she decided wouldn’t matter. But the engagement ring was the hardest to give up.
It was everything to her, all her memories and happiness she felt with her husband. It was a symbol of his affections for her, and as she took it off her finger, it felt as if a piece of her was being taken with it. Letting it fall into the grimy fingers of the attacker was like a horrible betrayal, as if she were giving up her own heart.
Somehow, Koge had managed to keep her wedding ring, the man either not noticing it or not caring enough about it to demand it. Once satisfied that he had everything she could offer, he fled, leaving her numb and horrified. The only thing that pulled her back from collapsing was her children, the soft voice of Matsuki gaining her attention. Kneeling down beside them, she quickly snatched them both up and made her way into a convenience store that was nearby, wanting to be in the light. Her strength and strong will quickly gave out as they made their way into the candy aisle, where she found herself sitting on the floor, Natsuki in her lap.
Thankfully, her son had a cellphone that could only make calls to her, her husband and the police, and that had gone unnoticed as it rested in the child’s pocket. Koge didn’t bother to call the police first. Instead, she called her husband, breaking down into tears the instant she heard his voice. Telling him what had happened was incredibly difficult through her sobs, but that didn’t matter. Just hearing the state she was in was enough to make him rush over as quickly as he could.
Cancelling her credit cards and protecting her identity was easy enough, but the guilt of losing the ring was heavy on Koge’s shoulders. The man was never caught, her items never returned or found. She assumed that he sold it all, making good money before hiding away until he was ready for his next attack. It took Koge a few months to get over the fear of it happening again, refusing to go anywhere with her children after dark unless her husband was with them. It took even longer for her to no longer crave the feeling of that ring on her finger, to come to terms with the fact that she would never have it back.
But just this morning, it had been returned to her. Her husband had somehow found it in a pawn shop and presented it to her as a gift that Christmas morning. He had made sure that it was polished, clean and perfect, the engraving on the inside just as clear as it had always been. Two capital Ks separated by a heart, something so simple and yet represented a lifetime of friendship and love. It was horribly cheesy, but she loved it, a true action of affection. Now, it once again sat on her finger, where it always should have been.
Koge had cried for nearly an hour when her husband first slipped it on her finger, just as he had nearly seven years ago. He had told her that she was being over dramatic after the first ten minutes of pouring tears, but she just couldn’t help it. Not only had her prized possession been returned to her, she had learned that her husband had been searching for it or for a replica of the ring since she originally lost it.
Bakugou Katsuki was not a sensitive man. Even now as an adult at thirty years old, he was loud and aggressive, powerful and driven to be the top hero in the country. He was private and preferred his personal life to be separated from his profession, which was something that he took very seriously. And though he was rough, short tempered and foul mouthed, he adored his family. Koge remembered once when he admitted that she was the fuel to his fire, something that kept him pursuing his passions and striving to better himself. She knew very well that she wasn’t the singular thing pushing him, but the fact that he admitted out loud that she was such an important piece of his puzzle truly made her swoon.
He would do anything to provide for his family, to make sure that they were happy and comfortable. There wasn’t a need for him to constantly express his love with tender actions, letters or gifts. The meals he cooked every night when he was home, the way he roughhoused with Natsuki before bed, the conversations about books or art with Matsuki, and the way he greeted Koge every day with a soft touch to the cheek and a gentle kiss. Those simple things and many more were something that Koge thought she would never see from him, having known him since childhood. Every time she watched him come home and greet his children as they ran up to him, she couldn’t help but feel blessed.
He’s too good to me, Koge thought to herself, reaching up to tenderly touch the diamond. Sometimes I feel like I don’t deserve him…
With a huff, she let both hands fall down to her sides, her eyes tearing away from the ring to instead look at her body. Dressed pajama shorts and a tank top, Koge found herself happy with the way she looked. She had made it a point to intensify her training and work out routine the past few years, having gotten a bit sloppy when her children were at a newborn and toddler stage. Staying home those few years doing nothing took a toll on her. Not just her body, but her mental health as well, feeling like she was becoming nothing but a slob that Bakugou would eventually get bored of. She had become so depressed and dragged down by negative self-image thoughts that she had even refused to let him see her without clothes, let alone make love without the lights off.
Things were better now, her routine set and even still teaching martial arts at a studio. Her hero work had unfortunately been too much for her to handle while being a parent of two, and so she had made the decision to abandon that life. It had been too much for her, though all her training wasn’t wasted, as she implemented everything she learned into teaching others. Though, lately, there had been something bugging her that she knew would throw her plans and routine off again. It was like a fever, something that just wouldn’t leave her mind, especially as she watched Matsuki and Natsuki enjoy their Christmas.
It was a baby fever, one so severe that she thought about it every day. Koge found herself missing the way she felt while pregnant, the joy it brought and how wonderful it was to have a newborn. Yes, there were painful and hard times, but those were of little consequence.
Placing her hand on her lower abdomen, Koge slowly slid her hand upwards, taking her shirt with it to expose her flat and toned stomach. She could still see some light stretch marks from her other two births, though she had been treating them during and after her pregnancies to have them not be so severe. She couldn’t get the feeling and image out of her mind, her craving to have a baby so intense it nearly made her want to cry.
“Utsuro? Are you alright?”
Koge’s mind was pulled from her wandering thoughts to look at her husband through the mirrors reflection, his crimson gaze instantly sending butterflies raging in her stomach. As he walked inside the large walk in closet, clad in only a towel that was around his hips, Koge quickly pulled her shirt back down. “I-I’m fine, Katsuki. I was just… thinking.”
“About?” He stopped at his dresser, pulling open a drawer to take out a pair of boxers to sleep in. “You were looking at your stomach…”
Swallowing the lump in her throat, Koge fiddled a bit with the engagement ring on her finger, watching him dress through the reflection. “It’s not what you think. I’m over that now, you know that.” Bakugou ruffled his still damp hair after pulling on the boxers, tossing the towel into a dirty clothes bin as he made his way over to her. “That doesn’t mean I’m not going to worry about it when I see you like that.” He placed his hands on her shoulders, giving them a comforting squeeze as he placed a soft kiss on the top of her head.
Smiling, Koge leaned back against him, bringing her hand up to rest over one of his softly. “No, love, really that’s not it.” Bakugou gave a soft hum, his hands sliding down to her upper arms. “Good. Because you’re damn perfect, I don’t ever want you to get depressed like that again.” Leaning her head back on his shoulder, Koge turned her head a bit to look up at him, keeping her soft smile as she caressed his cheek gently. “I won’t, Katsuki. I’m alright.” As he leaned in to kiss her softly, he brought one hand up to caress her neck, stroking her jawline with his thumb.
“So what were you doing then?” Bakugou asked, smirking against her lips. “Checking yourself out?” With a small roll of her eyes, Koge gave his cheek a rough, playful pat, ignoring his snickering. “No, Katsuki. I was just thinking.”
“About?” His hands moving to caress her hips, Bakugou began to trail soft kisses down her cheek and to her neck, making tingles spread across Koges skin. She was silent for a moment, soaking in the warmth of his presence as she tried to gather her courage.
“How come we never had another?”
“Another what?” A bit distracted by her skin, he didn’t see her intense stare, until he chanced a glance up at the mirror. Pausing, he looked down at her hand, which was resting on her stomach. “Ah… hm. We did always talk about having three. It’s not too late for that Utsuro.” Koge gave a small shake of her head, surprising Bakugou enough to make him stand back up straight. “Katsuki, we can’t…”
“And why not? Both of your pregnancies went fine and you’re not too old-”
“That’s not what I mean. What… What about Natsuki?” Koge kept eye contact with her lover through the reflection, though it grew a bit blurry as her eyes grew teary. “What if it happens again? What if she thinks we’re trying to replace her?”
“What?! Utsuro, that’s fucking ridiculous. Natsu wouldn’t care, I think she’d be damn happy to have a younger sibling. She doesn’t care that she’s quirkless.”
“Yes she does, Katsuki. You don’t remember that she wanted to ask Santa for a quirk? I had to tell her that wasn’t possible.” Koge hiccuped softly as she reached up to wipe her cheeks free of tears. “She still doesn’t really understand. And what if we have another child, and they have a crazy strong quirk? You don’t think she’ll feel jealous or replaced?”
Bakugou shook his head, glowering down at his wife as he grew annoyed with this kind of negative talk. “Koge. All these ‘what ifs’ aren’t going to help anything. I don’t think Natsuki would feel that way. She doesn’t about Matsu. The only time she ever said that it was unfair was that first night after we told her, when she broke down. That’s it.”
The use of her first name made Koge suck in a breath, trying her best to calm down. “She’s just so young… I wouldn’t want there to be any resentment between them…”
“There wouldn’t be. We’d make sure of that.” Bakugou reached up to wipe some remaining tears from her cheeks, his gentle touch still a bit rough due to his nature. “And even if this one ends up quirkless, too… It doesn’t matter. Though I seriously doubt something like that would happen.”
Koge peered up at him through one eye, the other squeezed shut as his thumb ran across her cheek. “We thought that about Natsuki. I don’t know, Katsuki… Maybe that’s why we never talked about having another. I feel so… guilty about that.”
“There’s no reason to. It’s not your fault. You can’t control your bloodline that came before you, Utsuro. All you can control now is your health and the health of your children. And I’m here to support and care for all of you.” Bakugou turned her around to face him, hands once again firmly on her shoulders. “Get it?”
Koge sniffled, reaching up to wipe her nose with the back of her hand. “Sometimes I think I’m such a mess. Crying over something that hasn’t even happened yet…” Bakugou sighed, rocking her from side to side a bit. “You are a mess. You’re a mess with a cute ass and a fucking beautiful smile. Now stop making me say all these mushy things, I did enough of that today, don’t you think?”
Giggling softly, Koge followed his movements, leaning from side to side willingly. “For someone who hates Christmas, you were so into it today. You even read a story from a book for Natsu! It was adorable.” Bakugou scoffed, though Koge saw the corners of his mouth twitch up a bit into a hint of a smile. “She wouldn’t stop begging me so I had to. If we did have another, I just hope it wouldn’t be as crazy as her. I think all that coffee you drank while pregnant made her permanently hyper.”
Pouting, Koge shook her head, gripping onto both of his arms gently. “I drank the maximum amount I was allowed to have. I don’t think that made a difference. I think it’s your crazy genes that made her hyper. That, and watching all your fights. She was begging me to let her watch our recordings of you in high school at the sports festival, but I haven’t let her yet without asking you.”
“Tch, if she watches me on the news, it’s no different. I don’t mind.” Bakugou looked down, watching as Koge lightly traced the form of his stomach with her fingers. “What are you doing?”
“I just love your body, Katsuki. I’m so lucky. I got a sweet and caring husband with muscles and a nice tush.”
“Tush?” Bakugou glowered down at her as she giggled, loving to see his ears flush red with embarrassment. “Oh man,” Koge teased, slipping her fingers under the elastic rim of his boxers to tug him in closer. “I cannot believe you actually just said ‘tush’. It means ass.” Bakugou huffed, reaching up to pinch her nose shut. “I know what it means! Why the fuck did you have to use that word, though? It sounds stupid!” Laughing now, Koge let her arms wrap around him, forcing him to release her as she shoved her face into his chest. “‘Cause you got a cute tush. Cuter than mine.”
“That I don’t agree with.” Bakugou held her still with one arm while he used his free hand to give her backside a hard smack, making her squeal and latch onto him tighter. “O-ouch! Katsuki, don’t make me scream like that, I’ll wake up the kids!”
“Nah, they’re out cold. They had way too much excitement today with no naps. I think I can beat you up a little without them noticing anything. These new pajamas look fucking hot on you, by the way. I made a good choice.”
“Sh!” Koge reached up and covered his mouth, trying to be serious, though giggles continued to escape her. “Katsuki, we were having a serious conversation.” Bakugou nibbled at the skin of her palm, making her quickly pull them back before she was subjected to a full bite. “You’re right. Let’s have another.”
“Just like that?” Koge glowered up at him, her cheeks flushing bright red. “We have to be serious about this, I--” She was interrupted by her own squeak as Bakugou scooped her up, throwing her over his shoulder as he started towards the bedroom. “You want another, we can have another! We have the room, the money and the time. Stop kicking your feet!” Bakugou gave her butt a smack as he went through the door to their bedroom, though Koge continued to struggle.
“Ouch! Katsuki, we can’t just randomly--” He cut her off by throwing her onto the bed, where she struggled to sit up before he could join her. “We can’t just randomly have a baby!”
“Sure we can.” Bakugou smirked as he crawled onto the bed, snatching her by the feet and tugging her body closer to him. “We just have to fuck.”
“Don’t be so vulgar about it!” Koge put her hands on the top of his head to try and push him down, though she was no match against him as he began to kiss his way up her stomach, her shirt going with him. It wasn’t that she was no match for his strength, but instead it was his kisses. His hands and lips against her skin felt so good and so warm that she would literally let him do anything to her, as long as he didn’t stop touching her. “W-we need to plan it.”
“Do we?” Bakugou skipped her chest, moving his kisses to her neck. “What for? We have months to plan, after you get pregnant.”
“That won’t happen if I have my birth control still in my arm! You dummy!” Koge glared up at him as he stopped, sitting up from her body to look down at her in confusion.
“Yeah.” She crossed her arms over her chest, not giving up on her glare even as his smirk returned. “So we do have to plan it. We can’t just-- hey, Katsuki!” Koge’s body was lifted a bit from the bed as her shorts were removed, tossed away and leaving her just in some underwear and the tank top. “Do you not get what I’m saying?”
“No, I get it.” Bakugou gently urged her arms to uncross, bringing them both up over her head as he held them down with one hand, the other caressing her cheek. After he took her lips in a kiss, Koge quickly found herself melting into him, so engrossed in his affection that she didn’t really know why she had been pushing back in the first place. With his hands sliding down her body, Bakugou smirked against her lips, his crimson glare lighting a fire within her core that she just couldn’t resist.
“Even if we do have to plan… There’s nothing wrong with a little practice.”
