His hoodie, cold A/C, fresh sheets, him fresh out the shower. Oh yeah, it’s all coming together.
He totally didn’t ask for you to come over and keep him company while he gets some assignments done.
Of course not, he’s all tough and scruff Katsuki Bakugou duh???
He texted you asking what you were up to.
K💥: ‘what are you doing right now?’
y/n🧁: ‘i just finished the essay due on friday why?’
K💥: ‘…. it’s tuesday’
y/n 🧁: ‘uh huh?’
K💥: ‘it was assigned yesterday’
y/n🧁: ‘the point you’re trying to make is?’
K💥: ‘you idiot i know you stayed up all night to do it in one sitting’
y/n🧁: ‘mmm perhaps?’
K💥: ‘it’s for Mina’s stupid party isn’t it?’
y/n 🧁: ‘call me an overachiever, a baddie with brains if you will 🤓☝️’
K💥: ‘a complete dumbass 🤓☝️’
y/n🧁: ‘what do you want Bakugou’
K💥: ‘Katsuki** and hurry your ass up and come over’
You scoff, grabbing your bag, making sure to grab your charger and headphones. House slippers on, you make your way out your door and down a level to Katsuki’s floor.
Not even bothering to knock since he left it open a crack to let yourself in.
“Kats?”
“I’m right here” he grunts from under his desk, grease covering his forehead, some smudged on his neck. The push of cold air makes you shiver.
“It’s freezing in here” you say, closing his door and failing to warm yourself up by rubbing your arms.
“ If I sweat while fixing my gauntlets, I could fry to wiring, just grab something to cover up” he lifts his head up quick enough to give you a peck on the lips before getting right back to work.
Not your favorite kiss but it’ll do. You take the hoodie that rested on top of his desk, pulling it over you, it sits halfway down your thighs, if you swing the arms hard enough you’d probably knock Katsuki unconscious.
Pulling the hood onto your head. You settle on top of the bed, laying on your stomach.
Watching him work, you can’t help but admire his dedication. You ask him what certain wiring is for, why he’s doing it himself instead of bringing it in to the support course. He answers your questions without hesitation, already used to your antics.
But after a moment, your eyes get heavy. Sleep finally catching up, curse his warm hoodie and breeze of A/C. Your boyfriend’s bed that smells exactly like him.
You can help but fall asleep right then and there.
Still slightly conscious you feel fingers brush right past your temple, keeping fallen hair out of your face. Even brushing a couple of the strands behind your ear. They linger, caressing your cheek. A light kiss from your ear, to your temple, then your forehead.
By the time you wake up, the last bit of sunset breaks through the blinds. Pushing yourself up onto your elbows, confused look on your face.
When did I get here?
You think about after class, you changed, had a snack, Katsuki texted you.
Oh yeah…. where is he?
Pushing your hair off your face you look around, sitting up so you sit in your knees. His bathroom door opens.
You smack your lips, mouth completely dry.
He lets out a low chuckle, heading to his desk and grabbing his water bottle, you hear the ice inside slush around inside it.
Bringing the mouth piece to your lips he holds the back of your head. Helping you drink as you continue to wake up.
“There you go pretty, you were knocked the hell out” you can hear in his voice he was trying not to laugh. You knew exactly why.
“Ugh” you groan, “did i snore?” wiping the sleep from you eyes, you slowly get up and head into his bathroom. Your reflection shows your pink cheeks, the imprint of the sleeve on your cheek and forehead.
“Only a little bit, it’s cute.” you hear him say from his room.
Making your way back to the bed you sigh. “Did you get everything done?”
“Yeah, I mean you were out for 4 hours, I even made dinner.”
Your stomach rumbles at that.
He laughs, “alright let’s go” standing from his desk he extends his hand to you, you take it slipping your house shoes back on.
Then you smell it, his cologne he insists on putting on after his showers, the lotion that mixes deliciously well with it. You can’t help but hug him like a koala to take it in.
“You smell soooo good Kats”
“Thank you pretty, let’s go eat before you knock out again.”
Pro hero Dynamight reads your dirty comments. 18+. MDNI.
The studio is bright.
Multitude of equipment illuminating the set, three separate cameras filming from different angles, sound proof ceilings and people scattered around, each one with a different task.
It's intimidating, not for Bakugou though, he's been here before, done this before, multiple times.
Interviews are something he had gotten accustomed to back in ua, long before his official debut as a pro, as much as he found it a waste of time, being in the spotlight was inevitable as a hero.
The only thing new about today's interview was it's concept, 'reading thirst tweets'.
"Ready?" The director asked, preparing the shot, "and action!"
"Evenin', Dynamight here." Bakugou introduced himself, not even bothering recalling the actual script, "Gonna go through the filth you all post on the internet."
There is hushed murmur in the background, along with the sound of someone clearing their throat, but he pays no mind to them.
Reaching over, he pulls out a stripe of paper from the box, unfolding and reading it.
Comment no. 42
By @/Bakugousleftnutsack. "Do the new kalvin clein, dynamight special edition boxers come with his balls sweat? Asking for a friend."
Bakugou looked directly at the camera, brows furrowed as he re-read the comment, the crowd breaking into laughter as he looked back up again.
"I don't even know where to begin." He sighed, scratching his temple, folding the paper into tiniest possible dimension, "My left nu—beep is curious about my ba—beep sweat."
He shook his head, cringing as the comment echoed in the back of his mind, "It only get's worse doesn't it?"
Sympathetic hum is heard in the background.
Comment no. 69
By @/Dynamightsarmpithair. "Just found out dynamight's sweat smells like sweet caramal, we need a candle scented after him, so I can pound my hole with his candle lit in the background."
He lifted head without completely reading the comment, "It's more like burnt sugar," clarifying the scent he continued, "I am sure you can get something similar in bath and body works, my wife gets those when I am away on long mission."
Awing echoed in the background, someone clapping lightly.
He looked back down, "so I can poun—" he deadpanned, lips pursed as he looked into the camera, folding the piece of paper and wordlessly moving on to the next comment.
Comment no. 34
By @/whyareyougae? "Not into feet, but I'll suckle on dynamight's toes, good night."
*Insert blurry, pixelated image of Bakugou's feet covered in dirt*
"The image is of my crusty feets after the camping in Osaka." He squinted eyes, bringing the piece of paper close to his face, chuckling in disbelief, "Don't even what to know how they got it, also the username." He sighed, shaking his head as chuckling echoed in the background.
"You know the youth is cooked," Bakugou continued, folding the paper and tossing it to the side, reaching for the next stripe, "when whyareyougae seems like the most decent username."
Comment no. 35
By @/Peenerexpert.
"According to my analysis, Dynamight has big dick."
#slaymyhole
He shrugged his shoulders, cheekily tossing the paper on the table, "Well, they do seem like an expert."
Hooting and hollering interrupted the video, backstage crew whistling and cheering loudly.
Comment no. 12
By @/saltedprecum.
"Does Dynamight know that we thirst over him, does he know every time he makes an appearance we collectively cum on the spot?"
"I hope it's not during news broadcast," He sighed, scratching the back of his head as he sceptically eyed the crew, "It'd be concerning if you got off to crime."
He leaned back, hands raised, "I don't judge."
Comment no. 100
By @/mrs.dynamight.
"While you are thirsting over @/dynamight.official. I am actually bouncing on his dick." #dontbothergettinginline
When you check a writers masterlist and see all the fics that were discontinued/never started and you genuinely start reminiscing over what could have been
(cw: mentions of wounds, mentions of pregnancy and having babies, reader wants bakugou badd)
you and pro hero bakugou tend to treat each other’s wounds after missions. you’re both a little stubborn when it comes to hospitals, only because the waiting and laying around to recover leaves you itching to leave.
so after getting thrown around in battle, you get the minimal treatment from the paramedics on scene (that did not let you leave without at least a check up, much to bakugou’s annoyance) and limp the rest of the way back to the agency.
it’s the middle of the night when you make it to the in-house infirmary. almost everyone else has gone home by this time so it saves you from too many eyes watching your walk of shame down the corridor. the janitor’s stare has already shifted from concern to indifference when you both hobble by and wave sluggishly.
you’re the first to plop down on the bed with a groan while bakugou rummages through cabinets. everywhere hurts, probably already blooming some nasty bruises on the surface of your skin. there’s a cut down your arm (bandages up by the ever dedicated and persistent paramedics) and your vision throbs at the bright white light of the room.
“bring me some ibuprofen while you’re there. the whole tablet- my head is killing me.”
“you’re just gonna shit yourself to death.” bakugou scoffs, nudging the freezer door closed with his foot and wincing as he moves. he hands you an ice pack and places the rest of the medical supplies besides you. “gimme some space.”
you spread your legs apart for bakugou to slot himself in the middle. he’s a big guy, the spread is wide to accommodate him and very much erotic. you eye him closely for a reaction but bakugou is strictly focused on cutting strips of clean gauze.
“do you think the public would understand if i retired early?” you continue, squinting at the cold of the ice pack you press to your leg, “i was thinking of buying a house on the country side. grow some vegetables, raise some chickens, away from all this madness…”
Bakugou snorts. “you wouldn’t last two days before beating up the local thug. or turning into the local thug.”
“i’d be an upstanding citizen!”
“you’d be a fucking nutcase. arm.” he beckons and you stretch it out into his palm. suit is torn in that area, a bunch of smaller cuts littered around your forearm. Bakugou starts cleaning and remains steadfast when you squeeze your legs around him, hissing at the sting of the disinfectant.
“c’mon, doesn’t that sound like a good way to retire? i’d be a pretty little country girl in long flowy dresses.” you give him a seedy smile. “and who knows, maybe i’d let a cute farmer knock me up and have his fat little babies.”
At that, Bakugou’s face scrunches up in disgust. “i’m starting to think your brain is splattered on the side of a building somewhere. you’ve been spouting bullshit since we left.” he wraps up your arm and moves to the cut on your other leg. “fucking farmers and babies… who’d have babies with you.”
you squint at him knowingly. “i could name a few people.”
he just rolls his eyes, muttering something about an unlucky bastard.
“okay then what about you? what are your retirement plans since mine are so crazy.”
“oh my god, leave me alone, woman.” Bakugou shoulders sag as he groans. “i’m tired and i wanna get the fuck out of here. just let me treat your wounds in peace so you don’t die on your way home. your retirement talk is giving me a headache.”
“don’t tell me you plan on spending the rest of your life getting thrashed around?”
at that, bakugou sneers up at you- wide and mean and attractive. “i’ll be the one doing the thrashing.”
you figured even before he answered. regardless of what fans and tabloids and popularity polls say, bakugou thrived best when he was out fighting villains every other day. he never did it for fame. sometimes, you even think that he was made for the pro hero life, with all its dangers and risks and violence.
then you see sides of him like this one, tending your wounds carefully as if to not hurt you even more. he does it so surely now that it’s kinda funny to think back to the first time he helped fix you up- awkward and stiff and not knowing where to look or touch when you lifted your top up for a better look at the gashes across your sternum.
you place your ice pack to his temple, half melted but still cold enough, where a bruise was already swelling a deep purple on his temple. Bakugou flinches at the contact at first, caught off guard. he shoots a glare up at you, ready to snip at you for being a menace when he’s already so exhausted.
“will you at least visit me in the country side when i retire?” you ask, a tilt of hope in your voice.
He softens up a little, leaning into the melted ice pack, pretending to think of an answer.
“maybe. if i have time. if you’re not far.”
“you’ll have to come to meet my babies.” your free arm curves, wraps around his shoulders in a way that has you leaning in and clinging. his eyes are ruby red at this distance and your noses don’t touch, by a mere inch. “i’ll name one of them after you.”
“the fattest one?” he raises a brow, snarky because of calling him fat in his baby pictures that one time.
“the one that looks like you.” you say it like it’s a secret, playing with the wisps of hair on the nape of his neck.
you smile wide when Bakugou gulps. you think you can feel him heating up right then and there.
“i don’t think farm boy would like that.”
you simple chuckle with a roll of your eyes. then, you pull him closer to lay your head on his shoulder. he lets pull him in, even as his spine stands straight as an arrow, and the contradiction in his body language makes you smile on his shoulder, hugging him.
“i was kidding. i won’t marry a farmer. i like tough city boys better.”
all bakugou does is hum, the tension in him fading as his own arms wrap around you waist- still as careful to not press on any bruises, but the snug warmth of him is welcomed anyway.
the exhaustion of the day finally catches up to you and you nearly fall asleep to the sensation of bakugou’s palm sliding up your back, until he’s cupping the back of your head, fingers past your hair and on your scalp.
“why is your head-“
bakugou pulls his hand away to find it coated with blood.
“what the fuck, you’re bleeding!”
your brows pinch together, eyes already closed and too tired back up. you wrap your arms tight as bakugo tries to push you off of him. “relaaax, it stopped bleeding awhile ago. everything’s fine.”
“no it’s not fucking fine! no wonder you were talking nonsense!” he gives up on forcing you off and instead wraps an arm around your waist and lifts. you squeak, legs locking behind bakugou’s lower back so you neither slide off nor dangle awkwardly.
“where are you going?” you look over as he gathers both your stuff and makes his way out of the infirmary.
“the hospital, dumbass. if you have a concussion right now i fuckinh swear-“
“i said i’m fine! just take me home-” you whine. “they’ll put me on bed rest!”
“serves you right! you were just gonna roll over and die in your house. fucking unbelievable-“
bakugou continues to chastise you the rest of the way out of the agency, occasionally pinching at you anytime you seem to doze off. for a guy that usually hated going to the hospital himself, he was very adamant in taking you there. according to him, he’ll only allow you to retire early from work, not life entirely- plus, he doesn’t want the babies to have brain damage.
ꉂ ᵎᵎ a/n: this is a reblog from my old account, i combined parts 1 & 2 into one fic i also edited to hopefully make reader not so ditsy, but reminder i am young and was FRESHLY 20 when i wrote this and i use my reactions as reference-- reader is thought to be similar age while deku is five years~ older (naive + older guiding figure)
ꉂ ᵎᵎ old a/n: i tried to get it across that while reader is ditzy she is a capable adult. however, i did imagine izuku to be a few years older (five max) so he does take on a guiding role
ꉂ ᵎᵎ synopsis: nepo baby!ditzy!assistant!reader x softdom!pro-hero!izuku :3 (i imagine your dad is izuku’s manager)
ꉂ ᵎᵎ w/c: ~4.6k
“midoriya-san, can you sign this?” you ask, handing a paper on a clipboard to your boss, along with a pen.
“sure,” he replies with a friendly smile, which is quickly replaced by a confused look. “what is this?”
“it’s just a dumb survey from my father,” you sigh. “he wants you to fill it out to see if i should keep working here. but don’t worry, you can just sign it and i’ll fill it out.”
he tilts his head at your logic, a soft laugh escaping him at your ditziness. then, instead of signing, he hands the pen back. “shouldn’t i answer the questionnaire? why don’t you ask me the questions and i’ll give the score.”
“oh, okay,” you reply, skimming over the paper before taking a seat in the chair across his desk. “first question: on a scale of one to five, with five being the highest, how timely do you find your assistant to be?”
he leans back in his chair, pretending to think about it, before giving you another smile as he answers. “five. you’re here fairly early, if anything.”
you beam at his answer, scribbling it down.
“okay— how friendly do you find your assistant?”
“five.”
“last question—”
“there was only three questions and you thought i wouldn’t answer them?”
“three can be a lot, okay?” you huff playfully, “last question— how competent do you find your assistant to be?”
when izuku doesn’t answer immediately, a frown tugs at your lips. you glance up from the survey to look at him, watching him rub the back of his neck as he hesitates to answer. “i think you can circle whatever you think is best,” he says at last.
his expression unreadable, it was hard to tell if he was teasing you or actually being serious. still, you huffed and stood up from your seat. “midoriyaaaa-san,” you whined before pouting. “why aren’t you answering?”
he just chuckled as you stomped your feet, only offering you a shrug. “well… sometimes you mix up files… or you overlap meetings — but it’s nothing — just answer that one on your own.”
you sat back in your chair, tapping the end of the pen against the board as you thought about his words. then, your eyes flicked upwards to him. “midoriya-san, can you please give me a five?” you mumbled, flashing your puppy-dog eyes.
“why does it matter if i give you a five?” he laughs again, throughly amused. “it’s not like your father will actually fire you.”
you stand up again, not knowing what to do with your hands as you struggle to put into words exactly why. “well, it’s just because… i want you to tell me i’m doing a good job…” you mumble, shyly.
he considers your words for a moment, leaning back in his chair again. “well… if you think you don’t deserve a five, then use this as motivation to work towards doing work of that quality, okay?”
pouting, you stay quiet for a moment before slowly walking around to sit in front of him on the edge of his desk, your feet dangling. “midoriya-san,” you say, your tone almost comically serious, “can you give me a five?”
with a raise of his eyebrow, a small smile tugs at the corner of his lips as he decides to tease you. “are you trying to seduce me, sweetheart?”
instantly, your face heats up, and you flail your hands around in protest, suddenly aware of how your actions might have come across. “oh! no, no— i’m not!”
before you can slide off the desk, he wheels his chair forward, arms encircling you, and trapping you gently as he looks up at you with that signature boyish charm. slowly, he rises to his full, towering height, chuckling at how you shrink beneath him.“y’know… i think that would qualify as work misconduct— which definitely would affect the score i give you…”
you stammer, scowling faintly as your cheeks heat up. “waitwaitwait— i wasn’t though!”
he leans in close — so close you can feel his warm breath ghosting your lips — and for a moment, your heart feels like it’s going to stop. “ah, really? that’s a shame. i was thinking i might just have a chance to kiss my cute little assistant…”
then, with a mischievous grin, he pulls back, breaking the tension entirely. “oh well,” he says, clearly just been teasing you.
yet, you blink a few times in shock before hurriedly reaching out for his hand as he starts to pull away. “wait…” you begin, not meeting his eyes, ears burning red. “will it… will you give me a five if i do?”
he softens as he looks over you, a hint of sheepishness in his expression. “oh, dear— i was just joking… i wouldn’t actually make you kiss me, especially not over anything work related.”
embarrassment washes over you, and you bite the inside of your cheek, letting go of his hand as your fingers fumble together. “oh… um… i’m sorry… um…”
as tears threaten to prick at the corners of your eyes, he lets out a sigh, thinking carefully about how to salvage the moment. “…that doesn’t mean i wouldn’t kiss you, if you let me,” he says eventually, his voice a little more nervous than he wanted.
your ears ring as your heart hammers against your chest. “oh...! um, i... uh..” you stammer some more, unsure what to say next. he chuckles at your reaction, tilting his head and whispering your name to draw your attention.
“can i kiss you?” he whispers further, gentle and careful. when you nod, his fingers cradle your chin, tilting it up, and he leans in to brush his lips softly against yours.
upon noticing how you puff up your cheeks, holding your breath— he lets out a breathless laugh. he pulls back slightly, eyebrows scrunching together. “do you even know how to kiss?” he asks, already knowing the answer.
a heat spreading across your face, you shake your head, answering honestly. “i… no…”
his hands settle on the surface of the desk right by your hips, finding you absolutely adorable. “you don’t know how to kiss but you expected me to give you a five?”
as you try to hide your face, he smiles, the grin lopsided. gently, he lifts your chin with his fingers again, drawing your attention back to him. “it’s fine. i’ll teach you, okay? open your mouth— not that much— ” he chuckles warmly as you drop your jaw too far. “just… relax. follow my lead.”
this time, as you kissed, his hands cupped your cheeks, thumbs grazing your cheekbones as he slid his tongue against yours. you clutched his wrists, trying to ground yourself, your mind growing hazy as a warmth pooled in your core. when he finally pulled away, his eyes flicked downward almost instinctively, noting the subtle clench of your thighs as your breath came in shaky pants.
“now i really think you’re trying to seduce me,” he murmured, shifting his body weight to hide the growing bulge peeking against his suit. however, as your eyes naturally followed his movement, you caught sight of it.
“are you hard?” you whisper, the innocence of your question making him a bit shy.
“ah, well, of course i’d be,” he laughs quietly, voice low and thoughtful, with scarred hands coming to rest on your hips now. “especially with a pretty girl like you in my hands. based on how these are twitching…” — his hand slides down to your thigh as he demonstrates — “…i’m guessing you’re probably a little wet, right?”
you don’t answer him, instead choosing to hide your face behind your hands. another laugh escapes him, and he gently peels them away, before taking them into his own. “my schedule is clear for the afternoon, yeah?”
when you nod, he smiles and lifts up your hand, pressing a soft kiss to your knuckles. “well… if you allow me,” he proposes, “i can teach you about a lot more things than just kissing. we can even see about getting you that five you want so bad— how does that sound?”
a slow, electric shiver trails down your spine as izuku’s lips brush against your knuckles, his proposition almost barely registering through the haze clouding your mind. “u-um,” you murmur, before giving him a small, tentative nod, “okay.”
“okay?” his head tilts, eyes searching your face while a congenial smile curves his lips. “do you know what I’m asking you, sweetheart?”
you nod again, fumbling with the hem of your pencil skirt. “you’re, you’re asking about… sex.”
a chuckle escapes him, his hand raising to brush a stray strand of hair out of your face. “i’m just making sure,” he says. “i don’t want to make you do anything you don’t want to do.”
“i want to,” you breathe, gaze meeting his in a noiseless certainty.
the corners of his lips continue to tug upward. “want to what?” he asks gently, voice low and coaxing, as if he already knows the answer and just wants to hear you say it.
swallowing thickly, acutely aware of the heat flushing your cheeks, you speak in a hushed tone. “i want to have sex...”
as you whisper out the last word, izuku ducks his head, amused, his hands sliding to your hips. “yeah?” he leans in, breath warm against your cheek. “who do you want to have sex with?”
“you, midoriya-san,” you mumble, your fingers moving to fidget with your lower lip.
“izuku,” he offers as an alternative to call him, lifting his thumb to brush lightly against your bottom lip, before taking your lingering fingers in his, and pressing a soft kiss to them. “god, you’re so cute,” he sighs, “we’re going to have to be quiet, okay?”
honoring the silence he requested, you nod, and he gives your hand a reassuring squeeze before continuing. “can i touch you?”
maybe it was just the nerves, or the way your heart was pounding too loudly in your ears, but the meaning of his words fly over your head. “you’re already touching me…?” you ask, tilting your head as though that would help you understand him better, the genuine confusion in your voice palpable.
his tall frame shook with mirth at your misunderstanding, endearment filling his smile as he moved a hand to glide up under your skirt, and draw close to what lied between your thighs. “i meant here, silly. wanna make you feel good.”
“oh,” you say eloquently, the blush on your cheeks intensifying in it’s color. unguided, you go to roll up your skirt, each fold dragging lightly against your skin, and allow him access to what he was talking about. as the fabric bunched around the apex of your thighs, you found yourself watching in anticipation as his fingers traveled the distance necessary to meet your clothed heat.
“jesus…” he murmurs, the sight of you lifting your skirt so willingly to reveal your soaked panties taking his breath away. his fingers skim over your slick center, tracing the outline of your slit through the thin cotton. “you’re such a good girl, aren’t you?”
the praise rings through your ears, making your thighs twitch. “i… i don’t know what to say to that,” you stammer.
your awkward honesty draws a soft chuckle from him. “do you like being called a good girl?” he asks tenderly, genuinely curious, wanting to be sure. whether it was to figure out how to carefully undo you, piece by piece, or just to ensure your comfort was an entirely different question. that being said, when you nod, he hums softly in approval. “i thought so. no wonder you got so worked up over getting that last five on your survey.”
your lower lip quivers slightly as it juts out, eyes lifting to meet his. “you’re being mean…” you pout, though your grip on his arm remains tight as he presses a fingertip to your clit, and traces gentle circles over the soaked fabric.
“i am, aren’t i?” izuku laughs agreeably, charmed by your reaction. “what sort of hero am i to be bullying such a sweet little thing like you? especially one that makes me coffee everyday… answers the phone for me...” — he lets out an appreciative sigh, his voice dropping an octave lower as he continues — “let’s me play with her pretty little pussy like this…”
with the shift in his tone, a whimper escapes you, and your hips buck involuntarily against his hand. chuckling at your silent, desperate plea for more, he dips his head near the hollow of your neck, and plants soft, teasing kisses along your skin. “what do you think your dad would say if he found out about this?” he asks, his hair brushing lightly against your cheek.
“i… i don’t know,” you confess, voice barely audible. while the mention of your father during a time like this should fill you with a sense of anxiety and dread — even be a little bit of a turn off — the forbidden nature of it all only adds to the pooling heat in your belly, just as he thought it would.
sliding your panties to the side, izuku exposes your bare pussy to the cold air of the room. when you reactively try to clamp your thighs shut, he keeps you still with a wordless placation. “i hope he wouldn’t get too mad,” he muses, aroused by the idea of doing his manager’s daughter more than he’d like to admit, “don’t really feel like getting scolded.”
“me too…”
he lets out a soft hum at your agreement, watching how your cunt flutters under his touch, slick drooling just from his featherlight touches. “is it okay if i put a finger in?”
as you bite the inside of your cheek, you nod, and try your best to steady your quivering thighs. having your permission, slowly, he pushes past the initial resistance, and inches a long, thick finger into your entrance, stretching you just enough that a gasp escapes your lips.
“damn, you’re tight…” izuku mutters, more so to himself, “you okay?”
“mhm,” you answer, wiping stray dribble from your chin, and gripping tightly onto the edge of the desk. “you can add another finger…”
“oh, can i?” he teases, endeared by your eagerness to please, “do you play with yourself often or something?”
you shake your head, your following response tumbling from you faster than your brain can even think it through: “um… not really but, i uh… i use tampons…”
caught off guard by your nervous oversharing, his eyes narrow slightly as his cheeks lift, a quiet, surprised breath slipping out before he can stop it. “excuse me?”
“sorry,” you mumble, self-conscious, words tripping over each other. “that's, ah, weird to say, isn't it?”
izuku playfully scrunches his nose, still smiling as he shakes his head. he adds another finger, just like you encouraged. “no...” he chuckles airily, wetting his lips as he pumps his digits in and out of you, “i just think you're really cute. makes it a little hard to... not rush things.”
the implications of his words linger heavy in the air. you can only whimper in response, too busy squirming as he scissors into you. if not for the countless stacks of paperwork on his desk — work you really should take care of — you'd be able to lie flat on your back against the desk. instead, you settle for just leaning back as much as you could, elbows digging into wood as you keep yourself upright. at this angle, your gaze can't help but drift downwards to the bulge in izuku's suit, still thick and heavy as it was when it first formed.
it takes a bit of courage, but you eventually manage to meet his eyes, and whisper, “...can i touch you?”
he whispers back at your shyness, “you are touching me,” echoing your earlier words as a playful tease.
“i-i meant your...” you start, but the word slips away as embarrassment takes hold, your voice trailing off. noticing the way you avert your gaze, izuku just laughs, drawing his fingers free from your core, and licking off the slick that clings to them. he then unbuckles his belt, shimmying his suit's pants down his thighs, but only enough to allow for his cock and swollen, chubby balls to hang out, keeping note that you two were still in the office.
although a grown adult, it was no secret you had grown up a little sheltered— pampered. after you had learned the basics about sex, other than the one-off masturbation session, you never really had the interest to explore things within the context of sexuality— meaning, you didn't watch porn. thus, this made it so izuku's dick was the first time you had truly ever looked at one, and the sight made you more nervous than you'd thought you'd be.
long and thick, with ridged veins running along its left-leaning curve, its shaft crowned with a pink, flared tip, creamy from the pre-cum that trickled from the slit, all accompanied by the dark green, almost black hair framing the base, you found yourself biting your thumb, wondering how on earth such a thing would fit in you.
“you're big,” you whisper without thinking, thighs tensing as you watch how his dick twitches against his leg.
despite not knowing if your words were an observation, concern, or a compliment, izuku takes it as the lattermost, letting out a soft amused exhale from his nose. “did you think i was going to be small?”
you shake your head, growing shy as you worry for a moment you had offended him. “no... i just... i don't think it's gonna fit...”
“ah,” he says. he moves languidly, closing the distance between you two. “don’t worry about that, honey. it will, but i don’t need that from you to feel good— so if you’re not comfortable, we can figure something else out, okay?”
you give him a quiet nod, “okay,” chewing on your bottom lip. as he stood just a few inches from you, you could feel the heat of his cock radiating onto your bare folds, and had to resist the urge of rubbing your thighs together. instead, you quietly reached out to him, ears growing red when he automatically groaned at your touch.
you could feel him throbbing against your palm as you wrapped your hand around his thick shaft— the sensation almost made you dizzy. clumsily, you began to stroke up and down his length, your actions resulting in another groan from him.
“does it feel good?” you ask hesitantly, looking up at him through your lashes.
“yeah, gorgeous… feels really good,” he assures you, pushing back the hair from your flushed face as he leans in to brush his lips against yours once more; his free hand slips down to play with your needy folds as well. tremulously, you let out a moan against his mouth, and he hushes you immediately, a quiet reminder pressed between you both of the need to stay quiet.
“you’re so reactive,” he grins boyishly, “so cute…”
spiraling deeper into your daze, spurred on by the craving for more of his approval, you mumble, “i wanna put it in,” a shudder rolling throughout your body as he pushed two fingers back in, rocking them shallowly inside your pussy, “please…”
“yeah? you think you can handle me?” he asks, somehow sounding both teasing yet considerate of your comfort, clearly not wanting you to do anything you weren’t ready for.
your heart thunders in your chest, eyes dropping to his fat cock in your hands, the length of it forcing you to use both. “i can do it…” you say at last, trying to sound sure.
with a warm smile, izuku pulls away from you, and opens a drawer in his desk. as he rummages around the back, he fishes out a condom. however, noticing the way your eyebrows pinch together, a heat spreads across his face, and he quickly shakes off any forming ideas you were having.
“it— it’s for emergencies,” he says, tearing open the foil. “i don’t… i don’t do it with people at the office.”
you can only nod, watching as he rolls the contraceptive down his shaft. once securely on, he holds out his hand, motioning for you to slip off the desk. “it’ll be easier if we’re standing,” he explains.
as you rise to your feet, your legs wobble underneath you, nerves weakening your balance. luckily, izuku's hands steady you at the hips, before guiding you to turn around. finding the edge of the desk, you grip it tightly, and your breath catches in your throat as he flips your skirt up, unhurriedly pulling your panties down by the waistband. finally, with only a thin layer of latex dividing you, his blunt cockhead nudges against your dripping slit, stilling for a moment as he checks in with you.
“you okay?” he murmurs, his nose brushing against the shell of your ear as he speaks.
“mhm… is it in yet?”
his shoulders shake as a laugh escapes him, his hands readjusting their grip on your hips. “no, not yet. you’ll definitely feel when it is,” he says, before placing a kiss against your nape. when your back reactively arches against him, you can feel him smiling against your skin. “i guess you’re ready then, huh?”
almost agonizingly slow, he begins to feed his cock into your awaiting cunt, pulling a soft, trembling mewl from your lips. compared to his fingers, the stretch now was a bit painful, causing tears to prick at the corner of your eyes. noticing this, izuku swiftly goes to kiss away any escaping tears, coaxing and cooing for you to relax.
“good girl... you're doing so good... just a little bit more, okay?”
“fuck...” you sniffle, teeth sinking into your lower lip to stifle the urge to cry out.
after a few sluggish thrusts, each one inching deeper than the last, the pain finally fading into pleasure, he eventually hilts himself, and his eyes shut tight as your impossibly tight walls clench around him like a velvet vice, acting as if they never wanted him to leave.
“jesus...” he groans thinly, hissing sharply when your walls involuntary squeeze down on him as a result of his words, “definitely gonna get a five after this...”
“i–i am?” you breathe, glancing over your shoulder as if your ears had perked up.
izuku bites the inside of his cheek, caught between the temptation to mess with you a little more and the desire to spoil you instead. with a little deliberation, he ends up landing somewhere in between.
“of course, sweetheart. but, i think i'm going to need to see just how competent you are— can you do that for me?”
with a shaky nod, you begin to push back against him, gasping as you can feel every drag and pulse of his impaling length, only managing a few trembling movements, until feeling overwhelmed by the ‘full’ sensation. taking note of this, he lets out a breathless laugh, and continues moving for the both of you.
“i guess that hardworking spirit has limits, huh?”
“s-sorry,” you whimper, listening to how the desk creaked with every roll of his hips, his heavy balls slapping against your ass, “i think i'm gonna need more practice...”
and though he knows you meant nothing by it, the thought of innocent, ditzy you hinting at interest in doing more like this with him in the future, floods his mind with raw lust; his fingers dig deeper into the soft flesh of your hips as his thrusts become greedier in nature.
“shit,” he curses under his breath, remembering to say quiet, the sloppy squelch of your pussy the only consistent sound in the room, “you drive me crazy sometimes…”
“wh- huh?”
he sucks his teeth, his forehead resting against your back as he struggles to keep hidden the feelings he’s been suppressing ever since you were assigned as his assistant. as he grinds himself even deeper inside you, the crown of his cock now kissing your plushy cervix with every thrust, the words tumble out from his lips.
“fuckin'— wearing these little skirts... always bending over something... so fucking sexy and you don't even know that you're doing it... it drives me crazy...”
unable to find the words to respond, your pussy spoke for you— your inner muscles milking his aching length fervently. you’ve never heard izuku speak like this before, and you certainly never imagined he’d say something like this about you. while you were someone who was oblivious about most things, before this, you truly would never have imagined that the number one pro-hero even saw you in that way. as his strokes became more erratic in rhythm, signaling his nearing climax, you could feel a tension in your lower abdomen coiling tighter and tighter.
“i-i'm... izuku, i think i'm close...” you meek out, knees threatening to give as he begins to bully that sensitive spot inside. in reply, he grunts, holding you up right, and reaching down to rub furious circles into your clit in an effort to bring you closer to the edge.
“please cum for me, pretty girl,” he pleads, as if he needs it more than you, “i need to feel this fucking pussy cum around me...”
with one last thready moan, the coil in your core finally snaps, and the shivering waves of pleasure come crashing down on your body, the sensation making your toes curl in your shoes. following closely behind, izuku's hips stutter before slamming home one last time, and a warmth blooms within your walls, trapped behind the thin barrier of the condom he was wearing.
stilling for just a moment, he pulls out of you, the latex around his dick bulging from the load inside it. he doesn’t pay it much mind, more focused on fixing your clothes for you first. once finished, he finally slumps into his office chair and pulls you onto his lap, letting you catch your breath as he does. at last, he unsheathes the rubber off of him, knotting it into a balloon, and tossing it into the trashcan under his desk. he then pulls up his suit's pants.
as a silence stretches between you two and the haze begins to clear, the realization that you just slept with your boss — who also happens to be the number one pro-hero — and in doing so, lost your virginity in his office, creeps over you, manifesting via a heat rushing to your cheeks. flustered, you lift your head from where it had been resting against his chest, doing your best to look composed, and notice his belt still sitting on the desk. you reach over him for it and hand it to him.
“uhm, here you go, midoriya-san…” you mumble quietly, clearing your throat.
as you return back to your formalities, he raises an eyebrow, a soft laugh slipping from his lips. taking the belt from your hands, he buckles it around his waist before pulling you close and pressing a gentle kiss to your cheek.
“i know that we done this all wrong,” he murmurs after a beat has passed, just a tinge of nerves coloring his voice, “but would you like to go to dinner sometime?”
“...like as a date?” you ask, blinking a few times, the offer sounding too good to be true.
“mhm... and maybe we could even go for some dessert after?”
content : the tiktok trend where gfs record their bfs being all clingy without them knowing , pro-hero bakugo caught lacking , domestic fluff , one use of y/n
katsuki bakugo was not the affectionate type. at least that's what everyone thinks. so when mina tells you about a harmless tiktok trend that came up on her fyp, one where girls record their unknowing boyfriends being clingy, you couldn't resist trying it.
the apartment was quiet, it was late and the city lights bled softy between the curtains, all while the hum of traffic was somewhere far below.
you were both in bed. well, technically, bakugo was on top of you--thankfully not too heavy, just close. one arm was around your waist, the other was tucked under your back, all while his face was buried in the crook of your neck. his breath was warm against your skin and you could only assume his eyes were closed, he was relaxed in such a way that made it seem like he had no intention of moving for the next decade. these were the nights you loved, when he was free from patrol and all his hero duties.
it was rare to have this kind of stillness and you were sure many, many people would be baffled that the number five, pro-hero dynamight could exist like this.
"you're warm," he muttered into your neck, voice rough and sleepy from the long day.
you smiled while your fingers brushed lazily through his untamed hair.
and, if it was even possible, he pressed closer.
it was such a sweet, simple moment that you almost felt bad about the phone that you held above him. it had been recording for a few seconds now.
it was just for a trend mina had shown you earlier (and, of course, you have absolutely no intention of sharing it to anyone), but it was something stupidly cute to torture him with.
"he doesn't know when you're recording." she'd said. "that's the whole point."
you laughed lightly, "seems kind of mean."
well, bakugo definitely didn't know.
he shifted slightly and lovingly tightened his hold on you. then, his voiced dropped a little and he drawled out the words, "don't move."
"i'm not moving," you whispered in return, amused.
"good."
there was a pause. you almost didn't want him to see the camera and ruin the moment.
his hand flexed slightly at your waist as if he was checking that the moment was real, that you were real.
"stay here." he mumbled into your neck.
"you're clingy." you teased gently. even after all this time, he still gave you butterflies.
"shut up." he said, though there was no bite to it, only comfort.
his head sank deeper into your neck again and, for a moment, you thought he'd fallen asleep like that. his breath was so quiet and steady and the weight of him felt so familiar now, it made your heart ache a little.
then he murmured a little absentmindedly, "love you.." it was so soft that you almost missed it. your fingers paused in his hair, all the while the other hand kept the phone steady.
you had a small, more-than-content smile. "yeah, i know."
he hummed like that answer satisfied him.
then, bakugo shifted his head upward a little and pressed a soft kiss to your jaw.
that's when his sleepy, crimson eyes caught the dim light from the corner of his eye.
"what is that..." he muttered sleepily.
you stared at the ceiling when he shifted his head slightly, just enough to look up... just enough to see your phone... still recording.
the second bakugo fully registered what he was seeing, his eyes locked onto the camera and he jolted.
honestly, jolted is a bit of an understatement. the blond practically jumped back off of you so fast that the blanket shifted, then his hand snapped up instinctively like he was about to detonate the room out of pure reflex.
"WHAT THE HELL-"
he was already halfway from falling off the bed, glaring up at the phone then back to you like you had betrayed him more than anybody ever had.
you could already hear denki's stupid voice saying, "good one y/n, it could get, like, twelve million views."
"the hell is this!?"
you wheezed a little, "it's just a trend-"
"A TREND?"
"yes!"
"I'LL CREMATE YOU." at that, you lost it. you fell back onto your pillow and laughed, all the while he just sat there with messy hair and looking at your phone like it was the worst villain he'd come across. "DELETE IT NOW."
"i was gonna-" you tried to speak, still laughing, "i was literally gonna-"
"I'M NOT BEING RECORDED IN MY OWN DAMN HOUSE." he barked out and turned his head away, acting like he could escape embarrassment that way.
from somewhere deep in your laughter, you managed to speak, "you were being cute."
at that, he whipped his head back. "DON'T CALL IT THAT!"
"you're ashamed of love, katsu." you teased as your hand went out to pull him back into bed, the other hand putting your phone down.
despite his yelling, he leaned into your touch without fight. though before he could lay down, he leaned across you and grabbed your phone and threw it onto his side of the bed. you had to restrain yourself from calling your boyfriend dramatic.
then, he grabbed the blanket and yanked it up over the both of you. it looked like he was trying to erase the entire incident from reality.
"...whoever gave you this idea is dead." he muttered.
you were still smiling into his shoulder when he finally settled back down. he was a little grumpy and flushed, refusing to look directly at you now. but his hand still found your waist again anyway.
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You were halfway through your entrée when the memory hit you, and you nearly choked on your wine.
“Oh my god, you two will love this,” you said, leaning forward, elbows braced on the table. “So today at the lab, Aris looks over my data, frowns, and goes, ‘This defies classical mechanics.’ And I just stared at him. Like, Aris, babe…if Newton could explain it, I wouldn’t be getting a grant for it, would I?”
Sue snorted into her glass, catching herself too late. “Not the poor woman,” she said, wiping at her mouth with her napkin. “What did she do?”
You grinned, stabbing at your pasta. “Oh, she turned beet red and muttered something about paradoxes not being real. So naturally, I gave her three. On the spot.”
Reed, who had been calmly sipping his wine, coughed into his glass. “Three paradoxes. In the hallway. Before lunch.” His mouth twitched, the closest thing to a smile most people ever saw, but you knew it meant he was delighted.
“She asked!” you protested, throwing up your hands. “What was I supposed to do, lie?”
Sue leaned across the table, her voice dropping into that smooth, teasing cadence she used when she wanted you flustered. “Sweetheart, not everyone enjoys being dismantled at the molecular level by your brain.”
“Speak for yourself,” Reed said, his hand brushing your wrist with a faint squeeze. “I find it exhilarating.”
You felt your face flush, warmth curling low in your stomach. “See? At least someone appreciates me.”
“Oh, I do,” Sue said, a wicked little smile tugging at her lips. “Just in different ways.”
The table fell into easy laughter again, but Sue wasn’t finished. “Speaking of dismantling,” she said, leaning back with a dramatic sigh, “did I tell you what happened at the Future Foundation board meeting this week?”
You perked up immediately. “Oh no. What happened?”
Reed groaned softly. “Sue–”
“No, no, she needs to hear this,” Sue interrupted, She rested her chin in her hand like she was settling in to tell a story. “So the new governor, yes, that one, thought it would be wise to suggest that our ‘curriculum lacked practical applications.’”
You gasped. “To your face?”
Sue’s smile widened. “To. my. fucking. face. And then he tried to explain how his nephew learned so much from his summer coding bootcamp, and maybe we should focus more on things like that instead of, you know, interdimensional safety protocols.”
You nearly dropped your fork. “Oh my god.”
“So I let him go on for a good three minutes,” Sue continued, “and then I asked if his nephew could explain what would happen if the Negative Zone cracked open over Queens.”
Reed made a strangled sound into his napkin.
Sue sat back, pleased. “He didn’t have an answer. So I gave him one. In… excruciating detail.”
You burst out laughing, covering your mouth with your hand. “You didn’t.”
“Oh, I did,” Sue said, smug. “He went pale halfway through, but by the time I got to describing how fast atmospheric collapse would spread, he was sweating bullets. And then I smiled very sweetly and told him we’d keep the Foundation curriculum as-is.”
Reed shook his head, though his eyes gleamed with pride. “You terrify politicians. That’s why I married you.”
“Someone has to,” she said.
You stared at her for a moment, and it wasn’t the wine making your head spin…it was her. Her poise, her courage, her absolute command of the world when she wanted it.
“You know,” you said slowly, letting your foot nudge against hers under the table, “you telling that story just made me think of… other practical applications.”
Sue arched an eyebrow, pretending innocence. “Oh? And what applications would those be?”
You leaned closer, your voice dropping to a whisper meant only for her. “Ones I’d really like to test. In the bathroom. Like right now.”
Her lips parted, the faintest flicker of surprise crossing her features before it melted into amusement. “You’re insatiable,” she murmured, though her hand found your thigh under the table.
Reed, who had absolutely noticed, tilted his head at you both, amusement flickering across his face. “I assume one of you plans to stay at the table so we don’t appear to be dining and dashing?”
“I’ll stay,” Reed continued before you could answer, a little too quickly, as if he wanted to give you and Sue the excuse. “Go on. I’ll order dessert.”
You barely managed to hide your grin as you pushed your chair back. “Don’t wait up.”
Sue stood gracefully, her hand brushing your lower back as she followed you, her heels clicking against the restaurant floor. And the second the one stalled bathroom door swung shut behind you, the two of you didn’t waste any time.
Sue flipped you against the bathroom door with a force that makes you gasp, the thud noise reverberating through the small tiled room. Your back presses against the cool wood, the faint creak of the hinges reminding you how hard she’s pinned you. You fumble for the lock with your free hand, the click loud in the otherwise hushed space.
Her lips find yours in a hungry, passionate kiss, the wet sound of her mouth on yours filling your ears. Her tongue slides against yours with an intensity that makes you groan, the soft smack of each kiss echoing off the tiles.
The sounds of your moans bounce around the small room until it feels like there’s no hiding the sheer need between you. The rustle of fabric fills the air as Sue’s hands roam over your body and lifting your clothes around so she can touch your skin. Her grip on your hips makes you gasp again, pulling you closer until you can hear the faint drag of your clothes against hers.
“Sue,” you murmur against her lips, your voice husky, the word breaking into a soft whimper at the end.
She pulls back slightly, “You have me, baby.”
Her hands slide up your thighs and when her fingers brush over your damp panties, the fabric makes a faint, betraying sound under her touch, a slick friction that has her smiling wickedly.
“You’re so wet for me,” she murmurs, her words punctuated by the audible hitch in her breath. “I love you.”
You whimper, tangling your hands in her hair. “I need you, Sue,” you moan, your hips pressing forward. “Please, don’t tease me.”
She hooks her fingers into your underwear, the elastic making a soft snap as she tugs them down slowly. Sue’s breathing deepens as she kneels, not breaking eye contact.
“Sue, please,” you beg, your voice a trembling whisper that breaks into a soft moan at the end.
“I love it when you beg,” she growls, her voice reverberating in your chest, and then her mouth is on you. The slick sound of her tongue against your folds fills the space, obscene and intoxicating, mixing with your desperate whines.
Your hands slam against the door, the wood rattling. Your knuckles whiten around the frame. Sue’s tongue circles your clit with pressure, and the sound is lewd, the rhythm matched by the soft squelch of her fingers sliding inside you.
Your cries rise higher, “Oh god,” you sob, “I’m so close.”
“Come for me, baby,” she whispers,
And when it hits, your cry tears through the bathroom. The wet noises of her tongue and fingers don’t stop as you tremble.
Your orgasm builds with audible desperation; breathless panting, moans, the steady sucking of her mouth. When it crests, your cry echoes louder than anything else, filling the room with the sound of your surrender.
Even when she slows, the quiet is broken only by your breathing, one last kiss, and the click when you finally unlock the door again.
You go to step out but Sue gently pushes you back into the bathroom and tsked you.
“Now don’t tell me you aren’t going to let Reed have some too?”
You smirk, feeling the heat in your cheeks. “I wouldn’t dream of it.”
As you turn, Reed steps into the bathroom, like he knew he would be coming next. He doesn’t hesitate, his hands finding your hips as he pulls you against him, his mouth crashing onto yours. He’s a loud fuck, and you adore it. You wrap your legs around him, feeling the hard length of him press against you, and you can’t help but whimper.
“What do you want?” he asks, his voice urgent.
You pull back slightly, “I want you inside of me,” you say, “Come on, my good boy. Show me what you can do.”
Reed growls, He lifts you with ease, your legs wrapping tighter around his waist as he presses you against the sink. The sound of his zipper is loud in the small space, followed by the rustle of fabric as he frees himself.
“You want this?” he asks, his hands gripping your thighs, his fingers digging into your hips.
“Yes,” you gasp, your hips bucking against him, seeking more. “Fuck me, Reed.”
He doesn’t make you wait, nor does he give you time to adjust. With a single thrust, he fills you completely.
“Fuck!” You throw your head back. The sink rattles beneath you, the sound of metal on metal echoing in the room, lost under the sound of your moans.
Reed begins to move, his hips slamming against yours. Each thrust is accompanied by his low moans which you love. His hands are on your back, gripping you tightly, and keeping you close to him.
You wrap your arms around his neck, pulling him closer, your mouth finding his in a desperate, open-mouthed kiss. The sound of your moans is muffled against his lips.
Reed’s mouth leaves yours, trailing down your neck, his teeth nipping at your skin. His hands grip the side of your ass, pulling you tighter against him.
“Fuck, you feel so good,” he whines.
You can feel the tension building, your moans increasing, your body trembling with the force of it. Reed’s thrusts become faster, and he’s groaning and whining your name over and over and over.
“Reed, I’m so close,” you gasp, “Keep going, come on, fuck me harder.”
“Yes, ma’am,” he pants.
And when it hits, you stifle your scream into his neck. Reed’s own release follows. You can feel his hot cum filling you as he whimpers into your ear.
Your free hand stroked his hair as you whispered, “You’re so good…you’re so good.”
Reed pulls back after a moment, filled with satisfaction.
“You okay?” he asks.
You nod, “More than okay,” you whisper.
Reed helps you down from the sink, his hands lingering on your ass for a moment before he pulls back, a leaves soft kiss on your lips. You feel his cum drip out of you, a warm, sticky sensation. It hits you then that you have to go in public right now.
“Let’s get you cleaned up,” Reed says like this isn’t a big deal. He reaches for a paper towel and gently cleans you. You can feel his touch, gentle and caring, as he makes sure you’re clean.
“There you go, all better,” he says and kisses your forehead.
And as you step out of the bathroom, your hand in his, you can’t help but feel a sense of satisfaction, a sense of completion, a sense of being thoroughly and completely devoured.
“You still want dessert?” he whispered in your ear.
You chuckled, “Not now. I’m too full of you.”
–
You, Reed, and Sue laughed all the way back to the Baxter Building after you realized that all of the people in the restaurant could hear you having sex, but the moment you stepped into the main living space, your stomach dropped. It looked like a bomb had gone off. Maybe a bomb did go off actually.
The couch was upside down, cushions gutted and strewn like casualties across the floor. One lamp dangled at an unnatural angle, its shade crushed like an accordion. The wall bore suspiciously marker-colored streaks in shades of red, green, and an ominous black spiral that looked like the start of a portal to hell. And in the middle of the destruction, Franklin, two years old and perfectly content, sat on the floor giggling, clapping his hands at nothing in particular.
“Johnny–” Reed’s voice was already mad. His face hardened into that sharp, impossible-to-argue-with expression he got when the laws of physics had been violated in front of him. “What. The. Hell.”
From behind the wreckage of the coffee table, Johnny emerged, hair wild, face pale, and expression shell-shocked. He looked like he’d just come back from combat. His T-shirt had a smear of something purple across it…grape jelly? Paint? Blood of the innocent? Hard to tell.
“Okay,” Johnny said, holding his hands up, “Before you freak out–”
“Too late,” Reed snapped.
“--I can explain,” Johnny insisted, pointing frantically toward Franklin, who squealed and tried to climb onto the upside-down couch. “This is gonna sound insane, but… did you guys know your son can fly?”
You, Reed, and Sue exchanged a look, three perfectly arched eyebrows raised in unison.
Johnny groaned. “I’m serious! One second he’s stacking blocks like a normal toddler, the next, whoosh! He’s hovering three feet off the ground, laughing like a maniac! And then–” Johnny flailed his arms, mimicking some kind of tiny Superman takeoff. “-he launches himself at the ceiling fan like it was the ride of his life. You know how hard it is to get a flying baby down?”
Franklin chose that exact moment to wave a cushion over his head like a victory flag, babbling nonsense syllables and shrieking with delight.
Reed pinched the bridge of his nose, muttering something about aerodynamic anomalies and too soon for manifestations.Sue folded her arms, biting back a smile.
“Johnny,” you said carefully, trying not to laugh as you took in the utter carnage, “how exactly did this lead to the couch being… gutted?”
“Because!” Johnny threw his hands up again, exasperated. “I tried to catch him! He flew into the lamp, I tried to grab him, the couch got in the way, and…” He gestured helplessly at the ruin. “Boom. Couch explosion. Also, don’t even ask about the markers. That was collateral damage.”
Sue tilted her head, “Right. So Franklin can fly, couches spontaneously combust, and markers… attacked the walls.”
“Exactly!” Johnny jabbed a finger in her direction like she finally understood. “Wait. No. Not like that. But kinda like that.”
Sue sighed, shaking her head as Franklin toppled sideways into a pile of stuffing and squealed with glee. “Johnny…”
“Yeah?”
“You’re paying for all of this.”
Johnny’s jaw dropped. “What?! I was literally saving your son from becoming a ceiling ornament!”
“And destroying our living room in the process,” Reed deadpanned, already kneeling to check Franklin’s pulse and reflexes like this was a medical examination instead of a playdate gone nuclear.
Franklin, of course, just giggled louder, reached up with sticky marker-stained hands, and proudly announced, “Mama!”
Sue bent down, scooping him up with a smile that melted all her irritation, even as she cast one last glare at her brother. “You’re still paying, Johnny.”
Johnny groaned, throwing himself onto the lone surviving armchair like a martyr. “Unbelievable. First babysitting gig and I’m out a couch.”
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Chapter Summary
1 year after Galactus
1 year later
The Baxter Building smells like vanilla icing and latex.
You’d been up since sunrise, tying streamers with Ben (who grumbled the whole time but somehow made perfect bows), blowing up far too many blue and gold balloons, and hiding a pile of presents in the spare room, even though Franklin didn’t understand what presents were. But you digress.
Now, at just shy of noon, the apartment looked like something out of a catalog.
But your heart wasn’t entirely in it.
Because somewhere in California, a panel of the world’s most important scientific judges was sitting down to decide whether the project you’d spent the last year working on after being Galactus, in collaboration with Aris, was worthy of the Breakthrough Prize in Fundamental Physics. And if they decided yes, your name would be called. Not as an assistant, not as someone’s sidekick. Yours.
You wanted to throw up.
Sue noticed first. She always did. She was in the kitchen, Franklin balanced easily on her hip while she piped frosting onto the last batch of cupcakes. She looked up and caught you leaning against the doorway, staring a little too long at your phone.
“Baby,” she called softly, “You’re going to burn a hole in that screen.”
“I’m not staring,” you lied.
Reed looked up from where he was stringing fairy lights across the ceiling with casual stretches of his arms. “You’re absolutely staring,” he said in that maddeningly calm voice, “You’ve checked the time eighteen times in the last hour.”
Sue smirked. “Nineteen.”
“You guys are mean,” you muttered, but you couldn’t help the small smile tugging at your lips.
Ben lumbered out of the guest room, arms full of wrapped gifts that were surprisingly well wrapped for a guy with gigantic hands. “Hey, cut her some slack. This prize thing’s a big deal. I’d be chewin’ my nails off too if I had ‘em.” He winked at you and dropped the stack of presents onto the table with a loud thud.
Franklin let out a delighted squeal and immediately lunged from Sue for the colorful pile, little fists reaching. Sue laughed, pulling him back.“Nope, mister. Not until after cake.”
“Cake!” Johnny shouted as he sauntered in from the balcony, already holding a stolen cupcake, frosting smeared across his mouth.
“Johnny!” Sue’s voice hit that perfect older-sister octave. “That’s for Franklin’s party!”
Johnny licked a glob of blue frosting off his thumb and grinned shamelessly. “Relax. He can’t eat them all himself. I’m just providing quality control.”
Ben rolled his eyes so hard you thought the floor might crack. “Johnny, you’re a 27 year old man with the self-control of a toddler.”
“You say that like it’s an insult,” Johnny shot back. He leaned over and ruffled Franklin’s soft curls. “See? Nephew gets it. We’re kindred spirits.”
Franklin gurgled happily, drooling onto Sue’s shoulder.
You couldn’t help laughing. “God help us all if he actually turns out like you.”
Sue pointed a threatening spatula at her brother. “Don’t you dare encourage him.”
You slipped into the kitchen to help Sue transfer cupcakes to trays, careful not to smudge the frosting. She glanced sideways at you as you worked, her voice lowering. “You know, no matter what that phone says today, I want you to know how special you are.”
You froze for half a second, then groaned. “Sue–”
“I mean it,” she pressed, tapping the tip of your nose with a frosting-covered finger. “This family wouldn’t be the same without you. Reed and I talk about it all the time.”
Your cheeks burned. “You’re not supposed to say things that make me cry before a party.”
Sue just kissed your temple and handed you the tray. “Then don’t cry.”
After Franklin’s cake-smash (which left more icing on his cheeks than in his mouth), and after the last guest finally filtered out, the Baxter Building was quiet again. Balloons sagged gently against the ceiling. Ben had taken Franklin to rock him to sleep.
You collapsed onto the sofa, head dropping back, “Okay. That was the loudest first birthday party in the history of the universe. He’s not even going to remember that.”
Sue dropped beside you, resting her head on your shoulder. “But you loved it.”
“I did,” you admitted.
Reed sat across from you, long legs folded. He’d been watching you all day like you were an equation he couldn’t solve. Finally, he cleared his throat.
“So,” he began, voice mild. “Are we going to talk about the fact that you casually bent the laws of physics in the middle of the party?”
You blinked at him. “I did what?”
Sue sat up straighter, “Oh, I saw it too. Don’t play coy babe. When Franklin knocked that glass off the table, you didn’t even touch it. You just… looked at it. And it froze in midair.”
Heat bloomed in your cheeks. “I–I didn’t even realize. I just didn’t want it to break.”
It had been a year since you got powers, but they still weren’t fully discovered. You had told the gang, much to their disappointment, that you didn’t want to be locked up in a lab all day to figure out what was wrong with you. For a little while, at least, you just wanted things to be normal.
Reed leaned forward, fascinated now. “It didn’t just freeze. It suspended between temporal points, perfectly balanced in a moment between falling and not falling. That’s not telekinesis. That’s something else entirely.”
Sue’s lips curved into a smirk. “Something we should definitely… test.”
You groaned. “Why do I feel like your version of ‘testing’ doesn’t involve a lab?”
“Depends on the variables we’re exploring,” Reed said with infuriating calm, though the glint in his eyes gave him away.
Sue brushed her fingers down your arm, leaving goosebumps in their wake. “Oh, we’ll find the limits of your abilities, sweetheart. Every last one of them.”
Your laugh came out a little shaky, your pulse jumping. “You two are terrible scientists.”
Reed’s hand slid over yours, “On the contrary. We’re very thorough.”
The two of them pulled you through the halls and into the lab
The lab used to make you nervous. You never knew what would happen there–you associated it too much with death. But now, a year later, the lab felt like your home. You didn’t even think as you were hoisted onto the table and you leaned back. Sue’s fingers pulled your skirt off and the cold metal table against your legs made you whine.
“Easy,” she whispered, brushing her mouth against your shoulder. “Just feel.”
Her hand trailed lower, teasing along your stomach until you tensed. Your breath caught when she slipped her fingers between your thighs, testing and coaxing you open.
“God,” you gasped, the sound spilling out helplessly.
Sue smiled faintly. “That’s it. Don’t fight it. Just let me.”
You clawed for something to hold, your nails digging into the metal beneath you as she pressed another finger inside you and both went deeper. She moved painfully slowly, more focused on the way your face contorted in pleasure. Your hips bucked against her hand before you could stop yourself.
Reed stood close. He reached down to cup your cheek, admiring how much pleasure you were in.
“She’s incredible,” Sue murmured, glancing up at him as her fingers worked deeper, stretching you in a way that made your head spin. “So responsive… I can feel every bit of it.”
Your body arched, a loud moan slipping out. “Please–” You couldn’t even finish, every word collapsing under the pressure building inside you.
Sue leaned closer, her lips brushing your ear. “You’re trembling already. I haven’t even really started.” Her pace quickened, fingers curling just right, and your thighs snapped shut around her wrist before you forced them open again.
Reed kissed you then, swallowing all of the little noises you were making. His tongue slid against yours while Sue’s hand kept moving. When he finally pulled back, his forehead rested against yours, sweat beading at his temple.
“I can’t just stand here,” he muttered, voice strained, half to himself.
“Not yet,” Sue said softly, though she smirked as she worked you harder, wringing another cry from your lips. “Look at her. She’s right on the edge.”
You grabbed for Reed’s arm, nails biting into him. “Reed, I–I can’t–”
“Shhh,” Sue soothed, though her fingers didn’t slow. “You can. You will. I want to feel you come first.”
You let yourself groan loudly, so close to finishing.
Then Reed couldn’t wait anymore. He fumbled at his belt, his voice raw. “I need–God, I need her.”
Sue shifted, not letting go of you, but giving him space. “Then take her.”
You didn’t have time to process her fingers slipping out of you before Reed slipped in.
When he pushed inside, it was overwhelming–you practically yelled, eyes squeezing shut. Reed groaned into your neck, his hips moving slow at first, then harder, driven by pure need.
Sue’s fingers never left you, stroking and circling in time with his thrusts.
“Look at you,” Sue murmured, “Taking him so well. You’re perfect like this.”
Reed’s breath was hot against your ear, “You feel… unreal.” His grip on your hip was bruising as he drove into you harder.
You gasped, “I–I can’t–Reed, Sue–I can’t–”
“Then let go,” Sue urged, squeezing your thigh. “Give it to us.”
Just as the climax was about to crash through you, something inside snapped outward. The entire world froze. Reed’s body stilled inside you, Sue’s hand caught mid-motion, even the hum of the machines cut out. The lights above froze mid-flicker, like reality itself had been suspended.
But you could still feel. Every inch of Reed, Sue’s hand on your thigh, trapped, held at the peak of sensation. Your orgasm had caught in your throat, poised but stretched into an eternity.
“Oh my god,” you gasped, realizing. “I–I stopped–”
Sue’s breath, frozen and warm against your neck, shifted as if she could still speak in this bubble.
“You’ve… stopped time.”
Reed groaned against your skin, distorted but audible, his voice pained. “Can still feel you. Jesus, you’re… clenching–”
The pressure built unbearably, every nerve on fire, your body trembling with the impossible effort of holding the moment. “I can’t… keep it–”
“Don’t fight it,” Sue whispered, her words slipping through the frozen world. “When you’re ready, let it go.”
You finally released your grip on the power and time snapped back. The orgasm slammed into you with brutal force, ripping a scream from your chest as your body convulsed. Reed groaned your name, his hips jerking wildly as he lost himself inside you, and Sue clutched you tighter, moaning low as the three of you collapsed together in the shuddering aftershock.
When it finally ebbed, you were limp, shaking, and really fucking sweaty. Reed rolled halfway off you, panting, his face a mix of awe and disbelief.
“You froze it,” he managed, voice hoarse.
Sue was still pressed against your side, her own cheeks flushed, hair sticking to her damp forehead. She gave a shaky laugh, brushing your skin. “Not what I expected from testing.”
You laughed weakly, your chest still heaving. “I didn’t mean to. It just happened.”
Reed kissed your temple, lingering there like he couldn’t quite let go. “We’ll figure it out. Together.”
Johnny’s voice shattered the haze of afterglow, echoing down the hallway from the kitchen.
“HEY! IT’S YOUR PHONE! COMMITTEE!”
Your heart dropped into your stomach. Oh my god. Now?
You scrambled upright, tugging your skirt back on with shaking hands, still flushed and unsteady. Sue smoothed her hair, Reed tried to button his shirt but gave up halfway, both of them stumbling after you as you bolted toward the kitchen.
Johnny was waving your phone like it was a flare. “Pick up before they hang up!”
You froze for one dizzy second, staring at the buzzing screen in his hand. This is it. The months of sleepless nights, the calculations and late meetings with Aris, the work you poured your soul into. You inhaled sharply, grounding yourself before pressing accept.
“Hello?” Your voice cracked.
A warm, professional voice answered on the other end. “Hi! This is Michael with the Breakthrough Prize Foundation. I know you’ve been anticipating the call, so we just wanted to tell you…congratulations. You’ve won this year’s Breakthrough Prize in Fundamental Physics.”
The room spun. “I–” you stammered. “I–thank you. Oh my god, thank you.”
Michael continued, something about a ceremony, about California, about flights and schedules, but the words blurred into white noise. Your throat tightened, hot tears spilling down your cheeks. “Thank you,” you whispered again before hanging up, the phone trembling in your hand.
You barely managed, “I got it–” before the room erupted.
Ben whooped, his laugh booming as he scooped you up off the floor. Johnny was shouting, “Yes! Yes! I knew you would!” Sue’s arms wrapped tight around you, her cheek pressed to yours, whispering, “I’m so proud of you.” And Reed’s hands cradled your face, his own eyes wet, his smile breaking wider than you’d ever seen it.
They all crushed around you in one giant knot of limbs and warmth–Ben’s massive arm around your shoulders, Johnny squeezing you from the other side, Sue pressing close, Reed’s chest solid against your back. Franklin squealed from his spot in Ben’s other arm, clapping his tiny hands like he understood everything.
And in that moment, your powers stirred. Time faltered.
The laughter, the shouts, the tight, swaying hug, it all froze, caught like a photograph. Their warmth pressed against you, their love wrapping you in something unbreakable, and for one impossible heartbeat, you held the moment still.
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