When They're Drunk

we always talk about dumbification, how he fucks you so good your mind goes blank and sentences become incoherent. but why don't we take a moment to consider him turning into a whimpering, whining, shuddering mess as you ride him.

like imagine big massive muscular daddy alpha towering eijirou and his cute lil gf. him on his knees begging you to let him touch you. who is willingly pinned beneath you, listening to your every command, and letting you have your way with him.

because that's the hottest part. you don't demand his submission, he gives it to you without hesitation.

he whispers in your ear, "you can do whatever you want with me, baby. i'm all yours." and you smirk and shift down his body to suck on his nipples (bonus points if they're pierced).

right think about this massive guy whom everyone expects to be really rough with you in bed, but he's choking back sobs as you clench around him so tight, making him slip over the edge.

the whiny sorry's he chants as he pulls you to his chest, huge cock spurting out creamy ropes inside of you. and then you whisper against the shell of his ear, "mhmm, you did so well f'me, honey. you wanna take a break?"

please babies pls tell me what you want🥺

y'all, should i change the look of my blog? my fingers are itching rn.

options:

visual ⟶ more headers for my posts and graphics, cute borders (like the ones with the bows n stuff idk how to make them but i'll figure it out🤷‍♀️)

colourful but simple ⟶ more gradient text, colour-coded hcs for characters and their names and dialogue like:

bf!katsuki is cute or whatever and says, "you're such a fuckin' brat, you know that right?"

maybe not this colour maybe like a solid colour but you get the jist. also more indents like above

cosmic ⟶ my name is star so maybe i should do like a star/celestial-themed page. like silver glitter and star borders, that 𝐜𝐨𝐨𝐥 𝐛𝐨𝐥𝐝 𝐟𝐨𝐧𝐭.

if you have any other ideas, especially colours like if you like the current blue and a bit of yellow or if you think something else would look better, send them to me in my inbox🤭

birthday gift

bakugou katsuki x fem!reader ⋆｡°✩ — no quirk college!au, bit of angst, mostly fluff, 2.9k words, this is for you sanrio girlies!

Bakugou, like every other guy outside of the Sanrio-sphere, thought you were a little bit crazy when he saw your My Melody keychains dangling from your denim shoulder bag. When you two were on your first date and you got super excited over the café you went to doing Hello Kitty and Friends latte art, he grumbled and made a mental note that you were definitely crazy. And after you two started dating, and he saw your Sanrio plushie collection and themed slippers, he knew for sure you were insane. But even then, he couldn’t stop hanging around you.

There was something so attractive about you, magnetic. Maybe it was how you giggled so cutely and femininely whenever you teased him, or how beautiful and big your eyes looked when they stared up, into his own sharper and fierce ones. He was drunk on the way your hips swayed ever-so-slightly when you walked, and the way you sucked your lower lip between your teeth when concentrating hard. Even in the exam hall, he found himself stealing glances at you. You who was fiercely scribbling away on your own exam paper, alternating between biting and licking your lip. And of course, who, other than Bakugou, would kiss you better after such a taxing exam?

The point being, he couldn’t get enough of his crazy lil’ girl. You had been on his mind impossibly more since your birthday was coming up this Friday. He was contemplating whether to take you back to the Hello Kitty latte art café or to get you something Kuromi themed. He was overthinking like crazy, blond brows furrowed, mouth twisted into a scowl as he death-stared his notebook during his 11am lecture. What gift would be good enough for his perfect princess?

Bakugou’s frustration radiated off him, rippling in waves that had Denki, who was sitting next to him, leaning away and over to Kirishima. He whispered, “Did I do something or?” The red-haired boy shook his head, stealing a long glance at his clearly annoyed best friend. Denki sat on the edge of his seat, leg bobbing up and down as he and Kirishima exchanged glances. “Stop that.” Bakugou turned to look at the both of them, the command ripping out of his throat like a snarl. Denki squeaked a little in response, his leg stilling. He leaned even closer to Kirishima, whispering in his ear, “It was me! What did I do that was so wrong? Why does Bak—”

“Shut up!” Bakugou almost yelled. Students around the trio were beginning to look over at them, curious as to what had set the ash-blond off this time. Denki seemed to be the culprit in their eyes. Kirishima pushed Denki by the shoulder away, now leaning over him to tell Bakugou to keep his cool because he was making a scene. Bakugou scoffed in response, turning away from the pair and folding his arms across his chest.

For the remainder of the lecture, Bakugou couldn’t focus — not that he was focusing in the first place. Once it hit 1pm, he got up and stalked out of the hall, not waiting for his companions. He fell into into his usual walk, shoulders hunched, books under his arm, hands in his pocket. From behind him, he could hear his friends calling after him, but he ignored them as he usually does and made his way to the soccer field.

Allow me to clarify, Bakugou doesn’t play soccer, and while his friends do, their practice is usually later in the afternoons. Furthermore, you don’t play soccer. But your friend, — and unfortunately, Bakugou’s ol’ high school gossiper — Mina, is the captain of the cheerleading team who are practising on the soccer field for next week’s game. With B1 and B2 running after him, Bakugou comes to the field, spotting the pink-haired girl with her back to him, standing in front of her team. She doesn’t notice him until he draws closer, oblivious to his presence as she gives feedback on the performance run they just finished. “Ochaco, I need a little more enthusiasm from you—”

“OI! PINKY!” Mina turns around, seeing Bakugou stomping his way over to her and Kirishima and Denki puffing hard a few metres behind him. She turns back around, telling her team to take five. The team dissipates quickly, like a school of fish scurrying away from a shark. She sighs, turning around and placing her hands on her hips. “What do you want, grumpy?” She narrows her eyes at the boy as he stops a few feet away. He rolls his eyes, already regretting his decision to ask for her help in picking out a birthday gift for you.

Bakugou scoffs before starting quietly, “I need your help—” “You WHAT?” Mina has her hand behind her ear, half cupping it as if such a gesture would channel the sound of what she thinks the most stubborn grump said into her ear. Bakugou grits his teeth in response, Kirishima and Denki coming right up behind him. “I need your help, alright?! I don’t know what to get [y/n] for her birthday.” It was as if just saying those words released some of the tension in the ash-blond’s shoulders (because it did). A look of relief washed over Denki, “Oh, so that’s what you’re so cranky about. I thought it was because of m—”

“Shut up, nerd.” Bakugou spared the babbling boy a glare that cut through the air like a knife. He turned back to ‘pinky’ in front of him, hands becoming clammy in his pockets. “So?” Mina looked at him, holding back her laughter until she couldn’t any longer. Bakugou scowled as she laughed at him, clearly amused by the entire situation. “How-how do you-how do you not know what to get your girlfriend for her birthday?” By the time she was finished cackling, she was wiping tears from the corners of her eyes, saying “That was the best thing I’ve heard all day.”

“You done now?” Bakugou’s hands had left his pockets so that his arms could cross over his chest once more. His foot tapped against the fresh-cut grass. “Yes, okay okay,” Mina giggled as she regained most of her composure. “Why don’t you just get her something that she told you she wants? Like, didn’t she mention anything that she’s had her eye on?” Bakugou sighed. His voice dripped with sarcasm, “Wow, you’re genius. I hadn’t tried that one.” At this, Mina’s brows furrowed and she pouted, “Well, I’m not the one who can’t think of a gift idea for their girlfriend.”

Bakugou felt that this conversation was taking years off of his life. “Are you gonna help me or not?!” He was leaning forward now, eyes staring holes into the girl in front of him. Kirishima’s hand flew instinctively to his friend’s shoulder. “Hey, it’s alright bro. Just relax. This isn’t very manly of you.” Bakugou shrugged the red-head’s hand off of him. Mina gave Kirishima a grateful look. Even though the two weren’t dating yet, she was glad to know that he would always have her back. At least, when it came to Bakugou’s temperament.

Mina raised her hands in defence, “Okay okay, I’ll help you. What about getting her something Sanrio-themed? Like a purse or something.” Bakugou sighed again. He was becoming a man of sighs and frustration-wrinkles over this situation. Why was it so hard to just get his girlfriend a gift? He’s gotten you a few before and you had loved them all. Why would this time be any different?

At his quietness, Mina gave Kirishima a look of “Omg is he okay?” To which he shrugged. “Hey, Baku-bro, you right?” Bakugou blinked rapidly, coming back from the depths of his thoughts. He nodded, his voice raspy as he said, “I was gonna but I don’t know, I already got her a Hello Kitty jersey for Christmas.” Mina smiled, remembering how you had texted the group chat that night ecstatic about it. It was only after a month that you had calmed down and started wearing other tops.

“Trust me, she’s gonna love whatever you think of.”

…⊹₊⟡⋆…

Today was your birthday and you were so so excited! You can’t remember ever having been this excited about a birthday before. It was going to be your first ever birthday spent with Bakugou as you two met shortly after your one last year.

You had just woken up. Checking your notifications quickly after turning off your alarm, you notice a text message from your beloved wishing you a happy birthday. You instantly smiled, clicking on the notification to open up your message app and respond with your thanks. You put your phone down, getting out of bed to make it and drink some water. You settle into your morning routine, going about your morning as you always do. The only thing different was that you kept humming and doing little dances, goofing around. You lived in a college dorm alone while your boyfriend lived with his friends in an apartment close to campus. You were excited for the date that he had planned for tonight.

After making yourself some blueberry pancakes with cookies and cream ice cream (fire combo pls try omg you won’t regret it) and devouring them, you hear your phone buzz. Placing the plate and cutlery by the sink, you grab your phone from the bench, the screen lighting up with text messages from ‘Baby Suki’. You giggle to yourself, reading and replying to them. He’s being so kind and caring to you this morning… Just kidding, he’s being his usual self, brash and direct with a dash of sweetness sprinkles.

You notice some other birthday text messages from your friends and peers. You take your time responding to them, your body leaning against the dining table.

Later in the morning, Mina and Ochaco stop by, giving you the most beautiful bouquet of your favourite flowers. It has you in tears, and you all hug as you cry from joy and they tell you not to cry. They stay over at your dorm for a while. You talk about so many things, from the latest episodes of the show you were watching to your assignments.

Around noon, you hear a knock on your door. You told the girls to stay where they were, Mina protesting about how the birthday girl shouldn’t be working on her birthday, but you paid it no mind. You opened the door, Midoriya standing there holding a homemade charcuterie board.

You squealed in excitement, inviting him inside and leading him to the couches. Once he placed the board on the coffee table, you gave him a big hug. Midoriya returned it with warmth and you told him to stay while you all snacked on his delicious girl dinner.

The three of them stayed with you until it 4pm. You had been so lost in conversation that you hadn’t noticed it had gotten so late. You had stood up frantically, telling them about your date with Bakugou tonight. They looked at you with knowing eyes and left peacefully. Well, everyone but Mina who wiggled her eyebrows at you. But, you would interpret that later.

Now, you had to focus on getting ready for your date. You showered, lathered yourself up in oils and moisturiser, and wrapped yourself in a thick bath robe. You then curled your hair, clipping rollers in so they would set. Next, you worked on your makeup.

Tonight, you were going for a glowy, blush-centric look. The result? It was giving!! You then carefully slipped your dress on. It was a cute maxi dress in your favourite colour that highlighted your waist and décolletage. You had bought this one specifically for your date and you were very excited to wear it out. You finished off by taking out your rollers out and fluffing your hair, spritzing on your favourite perfume, and adding your favourite pieces of jewellery. The clock struck 7pm and your phone buzzed. You ran over to it, reading Bakugou’s message that he was at your door. Weirdo, he usually knocks and then barges in.

You smiled wide, maybe he was just nervous. You strapped on your heels, grabbed your favourite purse with your My Mel keychains attached, and then you were walking to the door. You opened it, Bakugou in a pair of jeans, button-up shirt, and matching denim jacket greeting you. You giggled, immediately crashing into his arms to give him a big bear hug. He chuckled at your affection, one hand around your upper back and the other patting your head. You were in heaven just by being in his arms, inhaling his smoky-sweet scent, and this was just the beginning of the night.

“I missed you.” “I can tell,” he looked down at you, grinning wide. “Wanna get going?” You nodded in response. He had his arm wrapped around you as he whisked you away. Where he was taking you though was a surprise.

…⊹₊⟡⋆…

He parked the car on one of the busy main roads, coming over to the passenger side to offer you a hand out of the car. You smiled, enjoying his act of gentlemanliness. He took your hand and let you down the strip, keeping you closest to the shops and him to the road. You walked for a couple of minutes before Bakugou stopped. You stopped too, arm pulled back by his. You looked up at him and watched as he nodded to something behind you. You turned around, hand still holding his. You saw where he had brought you and squealed in delight. You were so happy and excited that you started jumping up and down and gave him a big cuddle. He laughed, teasingly asking you, “Oh, you like?” You nodded and grabbed his hand tight, practically dragging Bakugou into the newly opened Sanrio Miniso.

You two worked your way around the store, Bakugou holding a basket which you filled with careful deliberation. Cinnamoroll perfume, Kuromi flask and matching bento set, blind box, new My Melody slippers. You were ecstatic as Bakugou paid for your birthday haul and carried the bag. Even so, as you two left the store and walked further down the crowded street. You were in a frenzied dopamine daze. You couldn’t stop smiling and giggling and thanking your boyfriend for being so thoughtful and paying for your new Sanrio goodies.

The night was still young. He took you for dinner and ice cream afterwards. All the while, holding your hand or the small of your back and teasing you sweetly. The night ended with him dropping you back to your dorm, walking you to your front door of course. You drew him into a passionate kiss, hands grasping his button-up shirt as his jacket was around your shoulders. He smiled into your lips, hands on the back of your neck and waist. You could taste the caramel ice cream he had eaten only half an hour earlier. It’s sweetness made you melt into his arms, knees weakening as he drew your bottom lip between his teeth to nip at it.

At last, you two pulled away from each other, foreheads pressed together as you both caught your breath. You breathed out, “Thank you for the best birthday ever.” He chuckled, moving back so he could cup your face in his large hands. He shook his head at you, still laughing a little. “What?” “Nothing,” he smiled. He let go of you, handing you your miniso bag. “I’ll see you later. Don’t stay up too late.” He stepped back. “If I do it’s your fault,” you joked. You turned around, fishing your dorm key out of your bag. Luckily, you found it quickly and unlocked your door. You pushed it open and half-stepped inside before turning to look back at him. He was standing there with his hands in his jean pockets.

“Let me put this down and I’ll give you back your jac—” “Keep it.” And with that, Bakugou walked away. You watched as he stopped at the elevator down the hall and pushed the button.

You dropped your bags inside your door and started running after him. “Bakugou! Wait!” He turned around, eyebrows raised at your enthusiasm and sudden outburst of exercise. You were huffing by the time you reached him. The elevator dinged. You threw your arms around him, your heart beating erratically against his slightly elevated one. The elevator doors opened and closed as you held him and he held you. “What is it?” You looked up at him. “Thanks,” you smiled.

He scoffed and ruffled your hair. “Weirdo,” he said as he pulled away from you. He pressed the elevator down button again and the doors opened. “Go back to your dorm already.” He eyed you as he stepped into the elevator. You giggled and you saluted him. “Yes sir.” The elevator doors shut, taking your boyfriend away from you for the night. You couldn’t stop smiling and excitedly whispering to yourself as you made your way back to your dorm and took your makeup and dress off. Even once you had put your silk pjs on and brushed your teeth, you were still so excited and happy. That night, it took a while for you to get to sleep, but you had the sweetest dreams.

their omega

જ⁀➴ chapter eight: bathroom shenanigans

alpha! bakugou, kirishima, denki, sero x omega!fem!reader⋆｡°✩ — nsfw, thigh riding, handjob, femdom, sub!denki?, denki's rutting, smau + fic, 3.7k words

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a/n: 'household🏡' gc from your pov + how tf did this go from ‘ride my thigh bbg’ to ‘such a slut for mommy’? might just be my fav chapter of the story tbh

fic underneath smau

With Denki rutting, Hanta was no match for the “fake blond”.

After delivering a brutal shock to the tape hero’s stomach, Denki stalked up to you (ignoring the two alphas next to you ofc) and grabbed your wrist.

Despite your confusion, he dragged you into the house. His grip on you was tight as he led you down the twisting hallways, all the way to the bathroom. He shoved the door open and tugged you inside behind him.

Now, you’re dabbing the cut on his eyebrow with a cotton ball dipped in disinfectant. He’s sitting on the bathtub's edge and you’re standing between his legs. He can’t keep his eyes off your slightly parted lips and the way your tongue darts out to wet them every so often.

He coos your name, and you remove the cotton ball from his brow to look at him. You hum, urging him to go on as you move back to the sink. You grab a fresh cotton ball and return to standing between his legs.

Denki says quietly, “Did I look cool, baby?” You chortle softly and nod.

You say warmly, “You looked so cool, honey.” You move back to the sink a few more times while cleaning his wounds. They’re only minor and you reassure him they’ll be gone in a week.

You go to dab his bloody lip but he grabs your wrist.

Gazing up at you, Denki says low, “Don’t worry about that. You can just kiss it better, right?” You chuckle and pull back from him. He lets go of your wrist with ease. You place the cotton ball down and clean up the mess you’ve made around the sink.

As you wash your hands, you feel Denki’s lean arms wrap around your waist. He rests his chin on your shoulder and presses his body into yours. You catch those golden eyes in the mirror while wiping your hands.

He smirks and turns his head to the side, planting a kiss on the side of your neck. His long fingers curl in your locks and sweep them from your shoulder, giving him access to your supple skin.

You gasp in pleasure as his tongue slides up your neck. The wet trail it leaves behind cools with the breeze entering through the ajar window. You tilt your head to the side and back as he continues to kiss your hot flesh sloppy style. His spit-filled kisses turn into licks and bites as he nears your other scent gland — your unmarked scent gland.

Rough hands bunch up your shirt and expose your stomach to the cold air. You moan loudly as he grabs handfuls of your tits through your lace bra. His canines nip at your scent gland as his fingers pinch your erect nipples. You throw your head back as a soft mewl passes through your lips.

Denki groans into your sensitive spot as his fingers play with your breasts. The vibrations from his chest and throat, and the euphoric feeling of his hands on your body make you arch your back. Your whine turns into a gasp as your ass hits the blond’s hips. You can feel the stiff base of his cock pressing into the ripe flesh of your peaches.

This coaxes another groan from Denki and he squeezes your boobs. You mewl his name as your back arches further.

He mumbles into your skin, “You gonna let me mark you too, mama?” Once that name slips from his lips, you moan pathetically.

Suddenly, Denki removes his hands from your chest and spins you around by your hips. He grips the edge of the sink bench, trapping you underneath him.

Your arms wrap around his neck as you tug him to your lips. As you kiss, he whines about it being too hard. You can taste the iron of his blood on your tongue. It makes you moan into his lips.

His fingers tangle in your hair and pull gently on your roots, tipping your head back. He laps at your neck again, relishing the flavour of your delicate skin.

Your eyes scrunch shut as he sucks harshly on your scent gland. The act has you moaning uncontrollably while your hands squeeze his firm shoulders. He pulls off your skin with a popping sound and smirks at the redness rising to the tender flesh.

He coos, “Come on, mama. Let me claim you as mine.” You bite your lip as you whine. You’re like a puppet and he’s your master, pulling the strings with the way he manoeuvres you. And he dares to call you ‘mama’ as he does so.

Your alpha tilts your head forward and captures your lips in another rough, whiney kiss. Tongues swirl and air is exchanged, his spit drips down your chin. As he pulls away, your lips are connected by the clear, stringy fluid.

He smirks as you whimper, “Please mark me, baby.” He chuckles at how breathless you are. Those hazy eyes and spit-stained lips unlock something carnal buried deep within him. Not like you’re the same or anything.

Panting, the blond leans down with his hands on your mid-back, pulling you flush against him. You take a deep breath as he bites down on your scent gland, releasing pleasure within you unbeknownst to man. Tingling sensations spread like wildfire through your body as his bite is engraved into your skin forever. You wouldn’t have it any other way.

The intoxicating mix of pain and ecstasy doesn’t affect you like it did the first time. It’s much more bearable, and your mind is clearer.

When Denki finally releases you from the clutches of his jaw, you’re still able to stand upright (with a bit of help). You rest your forehead against his shoulder as his arms wrap around you. You can hear your heart beating rapidly in your chest. Over the next few minutes, you both hold each other and calm down from your highs.

It’s only now that you realise how goddamn fucking wet you are. You squirm in Denki’s arms as you feel the slick dripping and pressing against your sopping cunt, ruining your lace panties.

Your mate notices your discomfort. He cups your cheek and lifts your gaze to his golden eyes.

He says softly, “What’s wrong, babe?” You shake your head and look down, a fresh blush gathering on your cheeks from your embarrassment. The blond connects the dots as he takes a deep breath in, the scent of your sweet slick burning his nostrils and throat in the best way possible.

He groans in your ear, “Come ‘ere, mommy. Let me make you feel good.” You gasp as he bundles up the sides of your shorts in his fists. The movement pushes your soaked panties right up against your pussy; you stare up at him with wide eyes. The little ‘o’ shape of your lips and pretty doe eyes makes him smirk.

Denki crouches down and pulls your shorts and panties off together. Once you step over them, he hurls them to the side.

“Always in such slutty shorts, babe,” he teases you. You laugh in embarrassment as heat rises to your cheeks. He stands back up, hands trailing up your divine curves, and moves beside you. He turns on the tap and washes his hands.

Your alpha says, grinning, “Wouldn’t wanna touch my girls’ pussy with these filthy hands, would I?” You shake your head vigorously as your thighs clutch at the thought of his fingers between your folds. He dries them off and returns to standing in front of you.

“Where were we, mama?” He asks with a lewd look in his eyes. You whine and grab his hand, placing it on your lower tummy. He chuckles breathily, “So eager for me.” Your alpha splits your legs with his knee, making you mewl as your slick drips onto his clothed thigh. He curses beneath his breath. Those delicious fingers down your cunt, making your back arch and dirty moans fall from your lips.

“Fuck, mama. Give me a sec,” Denki grunts. He removes his hand from your pussy making you whine. The sight of your whimpering frame and pouty lips makes his cock painfully harder. He kicks off his sweatpants and boxers, erection springing free. Seeing his hard cock oozing out pre-cum has your mouth and cunt drooling.

Mindlessly, you palm your heat before wrapping your silky hand your alpha’s length. He groans loud as your wet hand grips his shaft so fucking tight and begins jerking him off slowly. His sunshine eyes flicker between his cock and your face; he watches you watch yourself giving him a handjob.

His sticky hand returns to your sloppy cunt and his fingers circle your clit. You moan, your ecstasy echoing off the bathroom walls as he circles your clit faster and harder.

You whimper his name as you look up into his eyes and notice the sweat beading across his forehead. Pleasure jolts up your spine and has you moaning again as Denki continues his ministrations.

You do your best to jerk him off but, you don’t know if it feels good as you are continually distracted by your pleasure. And the entire time, your slicks gushes from your hole onto his milky thigh.

At this moment, your alpha can’t stop staring at his wet skin; it glistens in the late morning sunlight. He licks his lips, a grunt escaping them as you drag your finger through his creamy slit.

He slides his fingers out of your sopping hole and smacks your clit, earning a strangled moan from you. He then grabs your hips and pulls you onto his soaking thigh. The skin-to-skin contact is heavenly. It has your eyes rolling to the back of your head, moans spewing from your mouth as your free hand grips his t-shirt.

Denki begins rocking you back and forth on his thigh, making you moan even louder. You wrap your arm around his shoulder for stability as you start bucking your hips on his toned thigh. You jerk your hand even more frantically, trying to match the pleasure that your mate is making you feel right now.

You gaze up into his eyes, squealing at the squelching sounds from below. Your lips are trapped between your teeth as you try to quieten yourself down, but he isn’t having any of that.

Your alpha switches to holding you by the waist with one arm while his free hand comes to pry your lip out from your teeth. Once the plump flesh pokes out, he pulls you into a tender kiss. His mouth muffles your mewls perfectly, and his tongue explores every corner of your mouth.

He groans as your pussy becomes even more soaked. Your arousal is now dripping down the back of his thigh and onto the bathroom floor. He pulls away from your lips but keeps his forehead pressed against yours.

The intimacy of this moment is unlike any other. Never before have you been so vulnerable with another man. And not in an “I’m a virgin” way. There’s something about how erratically you’re riding his thigh, how fucking syrupy your cunt is for this man, how close you are, the twitching of his cock beneath your fingers, the streams of blood crying from your fresh mark. You’ve never felt so connected to another being as you do to Denki right now.

You smash your lips back on his as you feel your orgasm build. Your thighs tense just like your pussy as you rub yourself against him faster and harder.

At this point, you start bouncing on his thigh. The slapping of his saturated thigh against your equally soaked clit makes you squeal and whine in ecstasy. You nibble on his lower lip and taste his blood on the tip of your tongue. With a moan, he pulls away from you and stares at you pouty.

“Zoinks! You’re so fuckin’ mean, mommy” Denki grunts out. You suppress a laugh as he grips your waist even tighter and bounces you on his thigh even harder and faster. His only wish is that he had enough time to take your shirt off so he could see your tits bouncing too.

The mirror behind you is foggy from your intimacy; the air is filled with the sounds of smacking, slicked skin and pornographic moaning and whimpering.

You scream out, “I’m gonna cum! I’m gonna cum!” Your mate groans as your thighs clamp tightly around him, shaking. Your frame trembles as you moan and scream from how fucking good your orgasm feels. You grab onto him even tighter, pulling yourself into his chest as your climax surges throughout your body.

You let go of his leaky cock to grab onto his hips, fully unable to support yourself right now as you shudder through your high. You moan his name over and over as you slowly rub your clit on his cum-soaked thigh.

Denki presses you back into the sink top and holds you close as you calm down. Your body shakes and you moan loudly every so often from the final tremours of pleasure.

Once you slow to a stop, he rubs your back and whispers in your ear how good you are for him. He holds you until your breathing calms down. Sighing, you look up at him with ruddy cheeks and a glowy smile. He chuckles and presses a sweet kiss to your swollen lips. You moan and cup his cheeks, leaning into his loving touch.

He kisses you tentatively at first, uncertain of how you need him right now. But with your guidance, the kiss feels natural and romantic in a way that only such a vulnerable and pleasurable experience can draw out. Sighing, you pull back and gaze at him. He gently smiles and pecks you on the cheek, earning a giggle from you.

He moves to your ear and whispers, “You okay, mama?” You nod and kiss his jaw.

You sigh, “M’fine baby. Y-you okay? You need me to—”

“Later,” he grunts, shaking his head and moving his slick-covered thigh. You shudder and mewl, gripping him tightly. He shushes and reassures you before straightening his leg and standing on it, leaving you with no upright support other than his arms around you. You mumble his name into his neck, and he groans.

Denki strokes your hair and says, “I gotta clean you up, omega. Wanna take a shower together?” You hum in response. He grabs you by the underarms like a cat and lifts you, setting you down on the bench you’ve been leaning on. You sigh as he sets you down, still very sensitive down there. He grabs the hem of your tee and pulls it over your head.

As soon as it’s thrown to the side, your alpha is admiring your breasts. If you weren’t so tired, he would bury his face between them and kiss and nip and suck your soft flesh. He cusses quietly as he pulls his shirt off, telling you to wait for him while he turns the shower on.

You stare at his delicious back muscles, grateful for being blessed with such a spell-binding sight. It sends new waves of pleasure shooting through your body like little electric shocks. Slick starts pooling on the wooden sink top as he comes back over to you. You moan softly as your eyes flicker from his cock to his face.

Denki carries you to the shower. Setting you down, the warm water sprays on your body. You take his hand and lead him under the water with you. You both sigh and cuddle in the shower, eventually sudsing your bodies up and rinsing it off.

Now, your back is pressed against Denki’s chest. He’s kissing your neck and shoulders, leaving bites along your collarbone. His cock is still as hard as a fucking rock; it presses into your lower back.

You shift back into him slightly, causing him to groan and bite down on the soft flesh of your shoulder tip. You whimper as he peppers the reddening spot with kisses.

He mutters into your skin, “Don’t do that.” You moan and chuckle.

“Why not?” You tease. His grip on your hips tightens as he sucks a hickey near your fresh mating mark, making you moan and your back arch.

“Denkiiii,” you mewl. He pulls off your neck and turns you around, just like how this all started. He cups your face and kisses you. His lips are on yours with bruising pressure and he coaxes your tongue into his mouth to suck on it.

The sensation makes your eyes shoot wide open. You squirm in his hold for a few seconds before you begin enjoying how it feels. Relaxing back into him, you trail your fingers up and down his chest.

You’re feeling a bit brave right now.

Your mate yelps and pulls away from the kiss as you pinch his nipples. His hands wrap around your wrists as his gaze flicks between the smirk on your lips and your fingertips curling around his erect nipples.

You coo, “You like that, baby?” He whines and nods. You take one of his nipples into your mouth with a grin, making him moan beneath you. You circle your tongue around his nipple before sucking on it harshly, repeating the process a few times before moving on to his other.

As you do, his fingers twirl in your locks while his other hand squeezes your hips. Pulling back with an even wider smirk, you plant a quick peck on his lips.

“You gonna let me help you finish?” You say with a raised brow. Denki gulps and nods, grabbing your hand and wrapping it around his stiff cock. He groans as your fingers get a good grip on it, a tight grip.

You fuck him with your fist, watching every little expression he makes. You don’t miss a single time his eyes roll back, or his tongue drags across his busted lip (and then the little wince afterwards from his forgetfulness). You bring your other hand to the back of his head and pull his face back to your neck.

You whisper in his ear, “You’re such a slut for mommy, aren’t you?” He moans into your damp skin while you pick up the pace, jerking him off faster.

He whimpers, “Y-yes, mommy.” You pull his head back by his hair and look into his golden eyes. You grin at how lust-filled they are, at the parting of his lips and pink dusting his cheeks. You brush your lips against his and moan against them. Then at the last second, you move back to avoid his kiss. The little game makes your golden boy whine.

“Do you want me to suck on your cock, baby?” You say sweetly. If only your tone knew the words they laced. Your alpha shakes his head, but you can feel a new stream of pre-cum leaking down his shaft. You gaze down for a moment to confirm, and the sight of his creamy tip widens your grin.

You look back at him and say, pouting mockingly, “Why not, baby?” His little helpless whine makes you moan and you lean that much closer to him, your tits brushing against his chest.

He stutters, “P-please don’t, mama. If you do, I-I-fuck-mama—” He drops his head back down on your shoulder. You suddenly stop pumping his cock and he becomes a whining, moaning mess against your skin.

“No! No, mama! Why?” He says as his body shudders.

You gently rub his back as you coo, “Why can’t I suck you off, honey?”

He whines, “’Cause if you do, I-I won’t be able to s-stop myself.” You chuckle at his words as they seem to imply some kind of self-restraint you doubt Denki has. “It’s not funny,” he pouts.

You tease him, “Like you’re holding back.” He pulls back from your shoulder and looks you dead straight in the eye.

He says seriously, “I’m holding myself back so fucking much right now, baby. Don’t make it worse, please.” You hum in response and kiss him softly.

“Fine,” you relent. You wrap your hand back around his cock and fist-fuck him until he’s trembling. He’s leaking so much fucking pre-cum right now, cock twitching with the pressure of his orgasm. You get down on your knees and pump his cock with both your hands toward your chest.

You look up at him and say, smirking, “I want you to cum on my tits, baby. I know you like them.” He moans so fucking pathetically. You giggle as you watch his knot swell, and you urge him on.

With a shout, he cums all over your breasts. The searing ropes of his seed shoot out and coat your chest. It’s like glazing a cake the way it drips thickly over your nipples and coats your tummy.

You jerk him off through his orgasm, moaning as his cream spews all over you. You love that fucked out expression on his face, the sight of his eyes rolling to the back of his skull and seeing the whole universe there, those little whimpers and grunts clawing out of his throat.

He spills so much cum on you, it drips down to your gushing pussy. You moan in pure ecstasy as his cum coats your folds. One hand comes down to your cunt and you rub his seed in between your lips, bucking your hips against your hand from how good it feels to be covered in your mate’s cum.

At last, you stand back up. Denki’s eyes are on you as he watches you rub his cream into your skin and lick it from your fingers.

He grabs your wrists with a lazy smile on his face and says, “You’re such a freak, mama. Had no idea.” You giggle and bite your lip as you nod. He takes your cum-soaked finger into his mouth, moaning as he tastes himself all over you. You moan as he sucks hard before pulling back.

He sighs, “Looks like we need a second shower.”

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imagine long-term bf katsuki being hung up on what engagement ring to buy you. he’s gnawing at his cheeks, constantly sighing and running his fingers through his hair for a couple of months, trying to find a ring that’s good enough for you.

after patrol, he browses every reputable jewellery store in tokyo, searching for your engagement ring. he takes pictures of every one he thinks might suit you and sends them to eijiro.

shitty hair: idk about this one man. diamonds are nice but y/n gives more garnet or ruby vibes

explosive: the fuck you mean? i have to get her diamonds

shitty hair: nah bro, you should get something that suits her. not every girl wants diamonds.

explosive: stfu i know what she wants better than you do

shitty hair: 🤷‍♂️ just my opinion man

you noticed immediately that katsuki was coming home later than he usually does. you didn’t say anything at first because maybe something came up, and he did seem really exhausted.

but as weeks turn into months, you become suspicious. what is it that your boyfriend's doing after work that you can’t know about. he hasn’t changed how he treats you. if anything, he’s been even softer and sweeter with you lately.

you decide to confront him about it.

you sit at the kitchen table, waiting for him to come home. as 8pm fades into 10pm and drips into 12am, your anxiety ramps up. your palms are all sweaty and your heart beats erratically in your chest.

you’re on your feet as soon as the lock eventually clicks and the front door is forced open. you stalk up to a sleepy katsuki, who flings his duffel bag on the floor with a sigh.

when he turns around, you’re looking at him angrier than ever. there’s fire in your eyes as you stare up at him, your brows knitted together and jaw tight.

you spit out, “where have you been?” katsuki blinks slowly, too tired to register your words and respond. he moves to throw his arms around you, but you step back, dodging his embrace.

this time, you repeat yourself with more venom, “where have you been?” you sigh, “i’ve been waiting for you since eight.”

he grunts thickly, “why’d you stay up, babe?” you roll your eyes and slightly suck in your cheeks.

you say exasperatedly, “because i was worried about you. you’ve been coming home late from work for the last two months now.” you fold your arms beneath your chest as you scold him, “so where have you been?! seriously, like, where the fuck have you been wandering off to while i make you dinner and do your laundry?”

katsuki shakes his head, whispering, “baby, s’not like that.”

you catch his words and scoff, “so then, what is it like? i clearly don’t know so why don’t you tell me?”

his full lips draw into a hard line as he huffs, contemplating whether to tell you he’s been hunting for the perfect engagement ring for his perfect girl… and that he’s finally found one. it wasn’t easy, especially since he has just put up with yappertron 3000 chargebolt, skateboard freak elbows, and shitty hair for the past three hours while acquiring this ring.

he bites his tongue, mumbling, “look, i’ve just been busy, yea?”

you chuckle derisively, “you’ve been busy? right, okay.” you turn around and begin walking away from him when he catches your elbow. his grip is firm but considerate.

he tugs you back, making you stumble into his chest. you try to shove him away, but he doesn’t even budge as he draws you into his arms, wrapping you up tightly.

you shout, “just fuck off, katsuki!”

wincing, he rests his chin on the top of your head and murmurs, “no more late nights, baby, i promise. at least not for a while.” his body is so warm against yours, and his musk is so strong. you give up your assault on his concealed but delicious muscles and still in his grasp.

you grumble, “it’s not about the late nights, katsuki. it’s about you keeping things from me.” he kisses the top of your head and rubs circles on your back with his calloused palms.

he mutters into your hair, “i’ll tell you soon, okay?” you shake your head before tilting it back, returning his soft gaze with your harsher one.

you murmur, “so you’re not cheating on me? or are you cheating on me but intend to come clean?” your boyfriend’s mouth falls open as he stares at you, his blond brows raised slightly. regaining his composure, his usual scowl is back on his face.

he grumbles, “cheating? why the fuck would i be cheating on you?!” he licks his lips and gazes past you for a moment, sighing, “for fuck’s sake, babe. god, why the fuck would i be cheating on you? d’you really think i’m a cheater?!” you shake your head, taken aback by his sudden frustration.

he shouts, “I’VE NEVER CHEATED! NEVER! NOT LIKE FUCK-ASS DEKU WHO DIDN’T EVEN HAVE A QUIRK AND THEN—”

you gently pat his chest as you try to soothe him, “okay, okay, honey, it’s okay. i know you’re not a cheater.” after a few minutes, he calms down (for the most part).

he grunts, “d’you really think i’d do that?” a droplet of his spit hits your eyebrow. you go to wipe it away but he beats you to it, apologising all the while. you reassure him it's okay as you stroke his well-defined back up and down.

you say softly, “of course not. but if you’re not cheating on me, then what else are you doing? i just don’t understand, suki.” he shakes his head before settling back into the crook of your neck; his resting place.

he murmurs into your hot flesh, “just give me a few days n’ i’ll tell you, alright?” you pull back, cupping his cheeks with your hands while his fingers clench the back of your shirt.

you shake your head, saying, “you can tell me now.”

he huffs, “babe—”

“no,” you cut him off. “tell me now. i deserve to know why you’ve been coming home so late.” he gazes down momentarily as his fingers curl into your shirt even more, close to tearing the fabric with how tight his grip is.

he mumbles, “stubborn brat.”

it’s like something snaps. he releases your shirt from his killer grasp and smirks. he reaches into his pocket and pulls out a velvety red, ring box.

he grabs your wrist and places it in your palm, saying, “that’s the reason.” he gazes at you expectantly, waiting for you to open the box. but you’re in shock.

your wide eyes bore into his narrow ones as you blink dumbly. your lips are slightly parted, open enough for the flies to make a home in your mouth. and they could with how little you’re registering right now. you can’t think or speak or move. all you know is that your long-term partner just placed a ring box in your hand.

katsuki rolls his eyes, attempting to hide the pain in his expression as you continue staring at him. he huffs, “well, are you gonna open it or not?”

you nod, your mouth awfully dry. you seal your lips as you shakily open the box. inside is the most beautiful ring you’ve ever seen. leaves protrude from the band and petals encircle a bright ruby glistening in the golden living room light; a rose. your gaze flickers up to him before switching back to the ring, and then back up to him.

you stutter, “a-are y-you, u-um, a-ask-asking m-me t-too—”

“yes,” he says solemnly. “you’re everything to me, baby. s-so, yea, will you be my wife?” you nod furiously. smirking, he takes the little box from your hand and slips the ring onto your finger. all the tension pent up in his body dissipates as he embraces you once more.

you squeeze his slutty waist tight as you begin tearing up, trying to process that your boyfriend just became your fiancé. katsuki sweetly kisses your forehead before resting his against yours.

he mutters, “i don’t tell you how much i love you enough. clearly like fuck. i fuckin’ love you, baby girl. more than you’ll ever know.”

a/n: link to the engagement ring design here (please lmk if it doesn't work); just imagine that it's a ruby and not a diamond.

but eijiro as your gym crush and he helps you do those fuck ass bulgarian split squats like the manliest man he is.

it was another day at the gym. you usually go around midday when it’s the quietest, so you can focus solely on your workout. yea, that’s the only reason why. not because of a certain tall, handsome, muscular, red-haired sweetie pie you’re totally crushing on. i mean, not crushing on, obviously. ahem.

you gulp as your eyes find the pump of his biceps while he curls them with ungodly large dumbbells. you’re not ovulating. but seeing how fucking juicy those muscles look, especially in that forbidden muscle tee, you might as well be. the low lighting casts shadows that play hide and seek in the crevices of his arms and veins.

you gaze down, bright red spreading across your cheeks as you internally scold yourself for checking him out. an innocent man, just tryna get through his workout. as you’re tryna get through yours. shit! was that four or six? you do three more reps, just in case. you lick your sweaty lips while wiping your nape, unceremoniously rolling out of the leg press.

little did you know that the redhead you’re crushing on has had his soft eyes trained on you in the mirror for the entirety of his set.

a light blush dusts his cheeks, flattered by your excessive staring (but he’ll blame it on lifting so heavy). he sees the fitting booty shorts you’ve got on today, a stark contrast to the sweatpants or flares you usually wear. the curve of your muscles, the way they’re visible as you stand up, your quads and glutes looking so plump — he can feel the saliva pooling in his mouth.

you grab your towel and drink bottle before heading to the benches, right where your gym crush is placing down his dumbbells. your heart beats rapidly in your chest, your face heating up even more as you walk to the opposite end of the dumbbell rack and grab a pair of 4kgs. returning to your bench, you exchange a smile and a small wave with him.

you place your foot in the centre of the bench and start your set of bulgarian split squats, trying to ignore his presence just a couple of benches over. you train your eyes on the spot in front of you, willing yourself to keep a straight spine. but as you hear him grunt, you can’t help but gaze up.

your redhead’s doing shoulder presses. your favourite. you bite your lip as you drive your hips forward, ogling at every flex of his muscles, especially those veiny forearms and hands. fuck! you keep losing track of your reps. you add on an extra two but lose your balance as you’re coming back up.

awkwardly, you hop forward on one leg, dropping the dumbbell as you try to centre yourself. your sudden loss of composure doesn’t go unnoticed by a certain someone.

as you pick up the dumbbell and chuck it on the bench, he softly calls to you, “hey, are you okay?” you whip around and gaze up, looking into his crimson eyes. for a second, you forget to breathe, in awe of his beauty. he has such a nice jawline and cheekbones, and those long eyelashes are too kill for. you could swoon at any moment.

you stutter as you point at yourself pathetically, “m-me?” he nods, grinning warmly.

“yea. you had a bit of fall. are you feeling alright? do you need a hand or?” he stretches his hand out to you as if to steady you but you’re already steady. on the outside that is. on the inside, you’ve become a swirling mess of half-finished sentences and pounding heartbeats. you stare at his calloused and scarred palm, blood rushing to your cheeks.

you mutter, “o-oh no. that’s okay. i’m fine. um, yea thank you. thanks for checking up on me.” you slowly meet his eyes once more. he shakes his head, still smiling wide with those sharp teeth. they’re kinda cute, you think.

he says, “you don’t have to thank me. it’s my duty as a man to make sure you’re okay.” you blink at him dumbly as you chuckle, taken aback by this sentiment. he continues, “can i give you some pointers?”

your eyes widen as you utter, “y-yea, sure!” you watch as he shifts slightly closer to grab the dumbbells and demonstrate a few things you need to be mindful of.

as you listen, you’re torn between interpreting this as a mansplain or a helpful explanation. but as he continues on and answers your questions about form, you decide that indeed, he is just trying to help you.

as you try his technique, he stands there, observing your movements and gently guiding you to do better. shivers run up and down your spine as he carefully grips your shoulders, angling your body more forward to shift the focus of the split squat onto your glutes, rather than your quads.

by the end of his mini pt session, you’re feeling more confident about this movement than you are about your future. grinning, you chirp, “thanks for your help! i really appreciate it.” you stretch your hand out as you introduce yourself, “my name’s y/n, by the way.”

his much larger hand envelops yours as he shakes it firmly. you take note of how he doesn’t squeeze the life out of your hand. instead, he just holds it, not too tightly or too loosely. your heart stammers. “eijiro,” he smirks.

“eijiro,” you repeat, feeling his name in your mouth, tasting it and memorising the flavour for weeks to come. you exhale, “it’s nice to finally talk to you. i’ve seen you around a lot.”

“yea,” he chuckles.

you ask him, “so, what do you do for work?”

his jaw slackens and his short brows raise as he stammers, “uh just, you know, the usual.”

you giggle in disbelief, “the usual?” you’ve since let go of each other’s hands. now, he rubs the back of his neck, his eyes averted to one of the nearby squat racks. he’s thinking about how to tell you he’s a pro hero without telling you he’s a pro hero.

“i, uh, work in the justice system,” he mutters. your features soften with a sense of knowing.

you grin, “oh, the justice system? i see. that’s pretty cool. must take a toll on you, huh?” you gently elbow his arm, finding it to be much harder than you were expecting.

he laughs nervously, licking his lips before saying, “yea, it can sometimes. but i wouldn’t have it any other way.” just then, his phone rings obnoxiously in his pocket. he gives you apologetic eyes as he pulls it out. reading the name lighting up the screen, he hastily answers while giving you a thumbs up and walking off.

while you’re grabbing your gym bag, you bump into each other again. he apologises, sheepishly remarking how unmanly that was of him to take a phone call mid-conversation. you shrug it off and reassure him it’s fine, even suggesting he can make it up to you with a coffee date. he enthusiastically agrees and you two exchange numbers, intent on arranging a time soon.

you stride out of the gym with the biggest grin plastered on your lips and scream like a teenage girl once you shut your car door. for the rest of the day, you’re in a good mood, all because of the ten minutes you spent talking to this one man. your future man.

a/n: SEARCHING for a gym crush rn but I workout in the morning with all the millennial moms and dads and oldies😔 love all of you but why can't guys my age workout in the morning😭😭😭

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જ⁀➴ chapter four: stray kitty

alpha! bakugou, kirishima, denki, sero x omega!fem!reader⋆｡°✩ — talk of ruts and heats, they take care of you, smau + fic, 3k words

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a/n: texts to eiji from your pov + '🌽⭐️s' gc from denki's pov + this chapter is written from personal experience (unfortunately)

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Smiling, you put your phone in the pocket of Eijiro’s hoodie and finish lacing up your sneakers.

The boys all left this morning so it’s just been you since eleven. These neighbourhood walks of yours have become something of a habit. They aren’t very long, around 25 minutes. Just enough time to get some fresh air and breathe before you start to feel unsafe or miss the boys. You’ve grown much closer to them over the past month. Now, you are comfortable with their affection and protectiveness, which used to scare you.

You put on your cap before stepping out the front door and locking it. You walk down the driveway and slip out through the gate. Hitting the street, you stick to the footpath as Eijiro always advises.

As you walk, you wonder what the boys want to talk to you about tonight. If it’s about babies, you might lose it. But you don’t think it is. You might be closer to them, but you aren’t that close just yet. Maybe they want to talk about new sleeping arrangements, you think. Or someone’s birthday is coming up.

You’re back home before you realise it. Shutting the gate behind you, you begin walking up to the house when you spot a small, white figure on the path. You take tentative steps toward it, unsure of how to proceed. Upon nearing it, you see that it’s a stray cat. Somehow, it got into your front yard. You crouch down a foot away from it.

The small cat watches you with big green eyes. It then returns to licking its paw, not paying you any attention.

“What’re you doing here, kitty?” You coo to it as you extend your hand toward it. It looks up at you, the space around its eyes twitching. The cat’s nose bobs up and down as it sniffs the back of your hand.

And then, you scream as you pull your hand back. Blood pools to the surface of your soft skin, torn by such a vicious predator. You choke out a sob as you look down at your hand. Your mind is blank. Only the pain of this sudden attack throbs throughout your body.

You watch in a daze as the cat perks up and suddenly darts past you. The space on the path where the cat was sitting is replaced in seconds by black house slippers.

You tilt your head back and watch as Katsuki crouches down to you. He grabs your wrist harshly and brings your wound close to his face. You yelp out and begin to sob as he examines the bite.

He lets go of your wrist and your hand falls in your lap. You sniffle as he helps you up and leads you to the house, his muscular arm wrapped tight around your shoulders. He squeezes the tip of your shoulder as you stumble into the house.

You’re not too sure what’s happening around you. All you know is the stinging pain shooting up your arm. It burns, blazing hot, filthy. You can’t focus on anything else.

And then a searing pain, wet and cool. You hiss out as you blink, tears falling down your cheeks. Katsuki’s holding your hand in his much larger veiny one. He’s holding a wet cotton ball with tweezers and dabs your wound.

You whine at the stings following his dabs. He looks up from your hand, red eyes staring into your teary ones. He puts down the tweezers and grabs a box of tissues on the kitchen table. He holds the box for you as you pluck out a couple and wipe your eyes.

He continues to clean your wound, grumbling every so often about how dumb you are to try and pat a stray cat. You’ve calmed down now as he bandages your hand. His skin feels rough to the touch, a shock to your fairly delicate hands.

You whine a little at the pull of the bandage. And then he’s grabbing all of the supplies and telling you to stay seated. You nod and your eyes follow his figure out of the kitchen. You gaze at your bandaged hand. It aches. Twinges of pain stutter down your forearm as you raise your hand to your face, admiring Katsuki’s handiwork.

He’s done a really good job, you think. Being a pro hero must mean you get used to this. He stalks back in and comes to stand beside you.

He looks down at you as he says, “We’re going to the local clinic.” You shake your head and start to protest, but he cuts you off. He leans down and wraps his arm around your torso, hands in your sweaty armpits, and pulls you up.

You whimper as he lifts you and sets you down on unsteady feet. You fall forward into his hard chest as he releases you from his hold. He catches you with an arm around your back and one on the back of your neck.

“Gonna need a shot after getting bit by that thing,” he grumbles. You shake your head against his chest and wrap your arms around him. You appreciate how Katsuki doesn’t push you away or yell at you. He just holds you and lets you hold him for the next few minutes.

Several stray tears prickle your eyes and soak into Katsuki’s skull t-shirt. You inhale his sweet-smoky scent and it puts you at ease. The tension in your muscles gradually fades as you stand there.

At last, Katsuki nudges you and tells you again that you have to go to the local clinic. You nod reluctantly and obey as he drives you to the clinic and puts your name down. He sits with you as you wait, furiously typing away on his phone.

Within a few minutes, your phone is blowing up with text messages from your alphas. You gently tap Katsuki on the arm and ask him if he told them. He mutters that he had to, and you hum in response. You pull out your phone and respond to their worried messages, letting them know that you are fine and that Katsuki has taken good care of your wound.

By the one-hour mark, he’s absolutely restless. You watch his foot tap the floor for a few minutes before you point it out. He grumbles something about the doctors taking too long as he stops tapping his foot. His concern makes you smile. His phone buzzes and he looks down at it.

“Shitty hair is on his way. Dunceface finishes in 20 so he’ll be over soon. And tapeface is on till 7 but he’s tryna get out of it,” Katsuki grunts. You nod and reassure him that they don’t all need to come to see you. He shrugs and mutters under his breath, “I’d be worried too if I wasn’t with you.” You nudge his shoulder playfully and grin.

He grumbles, “The fuck?” You shake your head, still smiling.

When Eijiro arrives, you’re resting your head on a flushed Katsuki’s shoulder. Your eyes are closed and your breathing has slowed down considerably. The redhead runs over to you two.

Seeing you resting so peacefully, he whispers, “Is she asleep?”

“No,” you groan as you crack a smile. You scrunch your eyes shut before fluttering them open, revealing your worried-looking alpha peering down at you. You sit up properly and tell him that you’re fine. He nods and asks if you need anything. You cast a glance Katsuki’s way and see that familiar frown on his face.

You look back at Eijiro and ask him if he could get you some water. He nods and asks the blond if he wants anything.

“I’ll get the water. You sit,” Katsuki grumbles as he stands up and points to the now-empty seat. Eijiro nods and takes a seat. He wraps a warm arm around you and pulls you in close.

You look down reflexively, noticing that he’s still in his hero pants. When you gaze up, you catch the back of your angry blond stalking out of the clinic.

As you wait for him to return, you show Eijiro your hand. He grasps your fingers like they’re made of glass and places delicate kisses on your bandage. The gesture brings heat to your cheeks; a recognisable redness.

It’s not long before Katsuki comes back with a few bottles of water and snacks in hand. He dumps the haul on the redhead’s lap before twisting the cap of a water bottle and giving it to you. You take it with your good hand and thank him. You bring it to your lips and saviour the refreshing liquid.

Katsuki sits down on your other side and hand-feeds you pocky sticks. You insist that you can do it yourself but he’s not hearing any of it, shoving the tip of another pocky between your open lips.

Shortly, Denki rushes through the front door of the clinic, stumbling and almost tripping over a young child. Katsuki groans and motions the klutzy alpha over to where you’re sitting. He comes over to you and pulls you into a big cuddle.

He rambles, “Are you okay? Oh my God, I was so worried about you! I wish I could have come earlier but there was this old lady and—”

“Denki,” you cut him off. He pulls back and looks down at you. His eyebrows are furrowed and a pout is on his full lips. You shake your head and tell him that you’re fine. He nods and sits on the floor, just in front of your legs. It makes you giggle, the way he’s perched in front of you like a guard dog. You breathe out, smiling, and accept another pocky from Katsuki.

You don’t have to wait much longer for your name to be called out. The boys follow you into the consultant room and stand awkwardly in the corner as you take a seat and explain to the doctor what happened. They prescribe you a course of antibiotics and tell you to wait for the nurse to get a tetanus shot.

You shuffle out of the room and walk down the hall, sitting opposite the nurse’s room. The boys start arguing over who gets to go in the room with you and hold your hand when the blue door in front of you opens and the nurse calls you in.

You stand up and start walking toward them, very much aware of your followers. Once you get to the door, you turn around and reassure the boys that you can get the injection on your own.

They seem sceptical so you give them your biggest pleading eyes and softest pout as you say, “Please.” Katsuki nods reluctantly and backs off, your other alphas following suit. You sit down on the chair and greet the nurse.

They confirm with you that you’re getting a tetanus shot before grabbing it from the fridge at the back of the room. They say to you, “Protective, huh?”

You sigh, “Yea, but they mean well.” The nurse nods and places a kidney dish with the injection on a nearby overbed table.

“They must love you very much,” they say as they prepare the needle. Their words make you gulp. Love? You didn’t think so. Not yet anyway. The nurse tells you there will be a sting and there is one, but you grit your teeth and tough it out.

Stepping out of the room, your alphas come bolting up to you. Hanta arrived at some point and now holds your unharmed hand. Denki grabs onto your elbow while Eijiro squeezes your shoulder and Katsuki pats your head. They ask you if you’re okay and you purr at their tender affection.

You can’t help it! It just slipped out, honestly. Your bandaged hand — that happens to be your dominant hand, most unfortunately — flies up to your mouth as your eyes go wide. You can hear the blood rushing in your veins, the lively race you’ve just kicked off to heat your cheeks.

You stutter, “S-sorry.” You cast your gaze downwards as you leave the clinic, too ashamed to lock eyes with any of your alphas. You miss the way they glance at each other, smirking proudly that you’re warming up to them. The drive home is uneventful and Katsuki the boys make you dinner that night, and every other meal for the next week.

Their care is the créme de la créme of any care provided by a partner. Anything you need — and I mean ANYTHING — it’s right there. Glass of water, a book to read, help to change your socks. Someone is always at home to keep you company and make sure that you’re alright.

They even offered to help you shower at one point, which you turned down (sadly). The boys treat you like a baby as you recover from your injury.

Today is the final day for your antibiotics (yay!). Right now, Katsuki has your elbow propped up on the kitchen table as he removes the bandage from your hand. You look down at the wound, seeing scabs dotting your skin.

You smile cheerily at him and ask him if you can stop bandaging it. He inspects your wound one last time before sighing and agreeing. You chortle and lean over the table, cuddling him. The sudden display of affection has Katsuki’s sharp eyes soft and round with surprise.

At first, he pats your back hesitantly. But after a few seconds, his calloused palms relax into the fabric of his skull t-shirt you’re wearing. You release him and quickly peck him on the cheek before running out of the kitchen and grabbing your phone. You snap a pic of your mostly-healed hand and send it to the group chat.

That night after dinner, Eijiro asks you if you can have that talk you were meant to have earlier that week. You nod and he asks you to remain seated at the table with your other alphas.

Soon, Eijiro comes back holding a Deku calendar. You point to the hero of choice, and he groans about it being the only one left on the shelf. You giggle and shrug.

“So,” you start. “What’s this all about? You didn’t call a family meeting to show me a calendar, did you?” Eijiro laughs nervously, eyeing the other alphas.

Katsuki mutters, “Yea, he did.”

“Oh,” you say. You look up at Eijiro expectantly. He hesitates for a moment before flicking it open to March.

He explains, “We wrote in here our rut cycles so we can keep track of it.” He points to the writing in the little boxes. “This is Hanta’s pre-rut week,” he continues. His finger trails across the glossy page. “And then this is his rut week.” Eijiro then flips the page to April.

“So in April,” he starts. His gaze flickers to your face, trying to gauge your initial reaction and failing miserably. “U-um yea, in April, Denki and I both rut.” He flips the page before continuing, “And then in May, Bakubro ruts.”

Eijiro then flicks the pages back to March. He says, “And you can add your heat cycle in here too.” You hum in response.

Rut cycles and heat cycles, you think. Not what you wanted to be thinking about right now. But with Hanta’s coming up in a few weeks, you must know. It’s not an easy topic to talk about, but you’re getting so much closer to them now. They’ve been nothing but good to you. And you don’t have to return that favour in that way until you’re ready, right?

You exhale as you say, “Thanks for telling me, guys. Yea, if you have a pen, I’ll add mine in.” You chuckle dryly as Denki fumbles with a pen from his pocket. You thank him as you take it from him and slide the calendar from Eijiro toward you. You flip through the months, flicking the pen between your fingers.

When was the last time you were in heat? You ask yourself. You flip to the end of the calendar and take note of the date you came to Japan. You were kidnapped merely days later and you went into heat during that time. It was the worst heat you’ve ever experienced.

You push those thoughts away, eager to avoid talking about that time in your life for now. You hum as you do the math.

Finally, you say, “My last heat was when I was still… with the dealer and um, the girls. It could be anywhere from early April to May.” You drag the pen across the scribbled squares, taking note of how the final days of Denki’s rut crossover with the beginning of Eijiro’s. You glance up to find their eyes on you. You can see that they want to know more from the curiosity burning in their eyes.

You draw a bracket from early April to May, not missing how Katsuki’s rut is supposed to start bang on the 1st of May. You say quietly as you label your heat, “I’ll tell you more about it later.”

Denki chimes in, “Promise?” You laugh nervously and promise him. You then place the pen down on the table and close the calendar.

You clear your throat before saying, “And just to clarify, you don’t… expect anything from me, do you? Not until I’m ready to…” You give Eijiro wide eyes and he chuckles. They all do.

Hanta places his hand on your arm and gives it a gentle squeeze. He says, “Of course not. Don’t worry about us. We’ll wait until you’re ready.” You give him a smile at him, grateful for his reassuring words. They all nod at you and Eijiro hangs the calendar on a wall in the kitchen.

Later that night, as you lie in bed, you think over the dates the boys had marked. You think over how it could all play out. Even though they don’t expect anything from you, would you want to do something for them? What will they be like when rutting? Could they control themselves during that time? Such questions lingered in your mind, lulling you into a dreamless sleep.

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sweetest fic ever!!

miss pretty

{single dad!katsuki bakugo x kindergarten teacher f!reader}

summary: katsuki bakugo has never liked mess and always made sure his son and his life reflected just that. with years worth of a sparkling clean and organized home, toys put away and not once scattered about, and a barking knack over any calls of disorder in his life— meeting you, his sons sweet and sugary kindergarten teacher who was the definition of pure and who was for some reason turning his fiery heart into complete goo— was altering his boring strict cycles of no messes around… and for the better.

warnings: cursing, FLUFFF GALORE MY GAWD??, no smut but a lil steamy something, slight angst, afab!reader, katsuki thinks you are an ANGEL, sunshine x grumpy trope, mentions of abandonment, WHOLESOME AFFF, use of y/n, all characters are aged up.

word count: 11.4k

authors note: THIS MAKES ME WANT TO BE A MOTHERRRRR omg this one is sickeningly sweet and i’ve gotten a few requests to do sunshine x grumpy with sir katsuki and i WAS ALLL OVERRR ITTT i hope i fulfilled!!! <333 THANK YOU THANK YOU AS ALWAYS FOR ALL OF YOU BEING SOOO SWEETT TO MEEE I LOVE YOUUUU MWAAAHHH :] <33333

katsuki bakugo hated messes.

“oi!” he grunted, his son’s little head turning to look at him as he munched on his gummy fruit snacks from the backseat. “you better not leave that wrapper in here. take it outside with you when i drop you off.”

“kaaayyy!” his son dragged out happily, completely unphased by his dads snappy personality as he contemplated on which color fruit gummy to eat next.

“and wash your hands too. ask your teacher.”

“mhm!” he chirped.

“and don’t be a brat. pay attention.”

“yup yup!”

and for the most part, his life reflected that almost entirely— raising his son to always clean up after himself and not make bombastic huge messes around the house, begrudgingly understanding that he’s a small growing human, that a little spill of apple juice or two is basically guaranteed… but he just hated mess, and he’ll be damned if he doesn’t raise his son right to be a clean and organized man even at five years old— katsuki keeping everything in his life practically spotless.

that was of course, until he met you.

katsuki shoved through the other parents in line as he went up to the front desk in the main office with a grip on his sons little hand, not giving a damn about the glares and huffs of bewilderment he got as there was no way in hell he was gonna wait like an idiot with the rest of them.

the lady at the front desk raised a quizzical eyebrow.

“can i help—”

“where the fuck is room twenty four.”

her eyes bulged open as the rest of the parents in line softly gasped and murmured.

“e—excuse me?—”

he rolled his eyes.

“room twenty four.” he pushed. “where is it?”

“sir— if you need me to help you i’d like you to wait in line until—”

“hah?! absolutely not.” he spat. “if i wait in that fucking line my son’s gonna be late why can’t you just tell me—”

“uh sir if you could—”

katsuki’s son giggled as he continued to spout profanities at the poor front desk lady.

“—sir please no foul language there are children around—”

“i don’t give a shit! just tell me where room twenty four is what the hell is so hard about that?!—”

“oh! that’s my class!”

katsuki snapped his head over, fiery red eyes shooting towards the voice until they landed on yours.

“is he one of my kids?” you smiled sweetly, eyes coming down to look at his son.

“oh—” he let his shoulders relax just a tad as he watched you fix the strap of his sons backpack on his shoulder. “i mean— if your class is twenty four—“

“it is!” you beamed, nudging your head. “i’ll show you where!”

“hiii miiiissss!” his son greeted, happy and silly as he followed you down the hall.

“hi honey!” you gushed, just as excited as he was as you patted over his blonde scruffy hair. “what’s your name?”

“milo!”

“nice to meet you milo! are you excited for your first day?”

“yeaaahh!” he cheered, smile bright as he grabbed your hand.

katsuki’s eyes widened.

“milo!” he snapped lowly. “what’d i tell ya? you can’t grab her hand like that you have to ask—”

“oh it’s alright!” you dismissed, smiling. “i don’t mind it at all! the other kids do it too.”

milo snickered and stuck his little tongue out at his dad, and katsuki rolled his eyes.

“is he yours?” you asked kindly, tilting your head.

“who else would he be…” he grumbled.

“i guess you’re right!” you giggled. “he looks just like you.”

katsuki’s eyes flickered to yours before dropping back down, a permanent furrow in his brows as you all rounded the corner.

“here we are—”

“ooo! ooo!” milo hopped up and down. “miss you have race cars?! dad can i please go?!”

he looked over, a mountain of toys scattered about in the classrooms play area, little kids already making a damn mess and the school day hadn’t even officially started yet.

“the hell you asking me for? ask your tea—”

“miss miss can i please go play with the race cars?!—”

“of course my love! go! go have fun.” you smiled, gently ushering him on before milo zoomed over to the play area and crouched down with the rest of the kids.

“oi!” katsuki barked. “put them away when you’re done!”

he huffed under his breath as he watched his son give him a thumbs up and fucking dump the entire bucket of race cars down on the ‘abc’ play rug, taking one in each hand and dragging them across floor.

“he’s so cuteee.” you grinned. “i’m glad he’s not afraid being it’s his first day.”

“oh fuck no.” he mumbled. “milo doesn’t care. the little runt doesn’t have a filter and does whatever the hell he wants without askin’ sometimes.”

he leaned against the doorsill as he watched milo converse with another kid and share a car, satisfaction in his chest that his son was sharing and being nice.

“but i guess he gets that from me.” he finished off.

you nodded. “but that’s a good thing, isn’t it?”

he pursed his lips.

“in my experience, not really.”

you hummed.

“i think it’s definitely a good thing… i’d rather be assertive of things and not be afraid of what the consequences will be.”

katsuki looked at you, properly this time.

“what’s a kindergarten teacher afraid of?”

you shrugged, a slow playful grin spreading across your face.

“parents.”

he snorted, crossing his arms over his chest and you quickly had to look away, a pink buzz to your cheeks at the way his big built arms flexed.

inappropriate inappropriate inappropriate—

“i don’t know how you do it..” he spoke lowly.

“do what?”

“take care of little shits all day.”

you laughed loudly, reeling over a bit as he watched you out of the corner of his eye.

“i don’t take care of them! i teach them.” you quipped cutely. “they’re small, but this is when their brains drink up the most knowledge… and i love to see the progress from the beginning of the year compared to the end! i love it all really.”

pure.

katsuki curtly nodded, your sweet positive ambiance throwing him completely off, as he doesn’t think he’s ever met or surrounded himself around someone who’s directly emmitted the feeling of sunshine and rainbows and candy as much as you did.

and his cheeks flared up for some reason.

“oh!” you looked to the time on your little wrist watch and walked inside your classroom. “it’s almost time to start! i have to wrangle them all in their seats heh!”

katsuki swallowed and nodded.

“milo!”

he turned and upon seeing his dad wave him over, milo dropped his toys and bounded to him.

“don’t give her a hard time alright?” he spoke sternly, nudging his head over at you for emphasis. “listen. listen and learn and be the best one in there.”

“kaaayyy!”

“and you let me know if any of the other kids mess with you or you deal with it yourself. you already know how—”

“beat the crap out of them!” he cheered loudly and katsuki’s hand flew to clasp over his sons mouth before his frantic eyes looked at you.

the last thing he needed was someone to call up fucking child protective services on him.

“he’s joking! he’s joking… fuck.”

you giggled hard and clutched your stomach, your pretty smile sending katsuki for a loop.

“no you’re absolutely right!” you waved your hands in front of your face, reassuring. “treat others the way you want to be treated, so if someone’s being mean to you, bite back milo, okay? and also let me know first though!”

katsuki gave you a wobbly tiny smile amidst his branded serious face, looking at his son then and ruffling up his hair.

“okay, go.” milo ran off. “and don’t let me pick you up with dirt all over your clothes ya hear me?!”

“byeee daaaddd!”

you could tell that behind his harsh exterior— the slight purse of his lips, stiff frame and bouncing leg gave away that he was only worried about his kid and his first day of school, a sight you’ve seen time and time again since you started working as a kindergarten teacher, and one that never failed to warm your heart.

“don’t worry!” you sweetly smiled, and katsuki switched his gaze over to yours. “i’ll watch him especially… okay? to ease the nerves.”

he softly snorted, attempting to play it off but internally relieved as he pushed himself off the doorsill and nodded, thankful that the teacher milo got was as kind as you.

“um…” he mumbled. “katsuki.”

you tilted your head. “katsuki?”

“it’s my name idiot.”

“oh!” you giggled, a blush rising in your cheeks again as you tried to simmer it down. “nice to meet you katsuki! i’ll see you after school then with milo?”

he stiffly nodded, the way his name sounded so sugary off your tongue something he’d never heard before in his life or was used to at all.

“…ya gonna tell me yours or what?”

“sorry!” you sputtered, laughing nervously. “sorry it just— flew! you know—”

you stuck your hand out and offered it to him.

“y/n!”

katsuki untangled his arms and firmly shook it, grip strong and one that nearly made you stumble forward as you caught yourself and smiled.

“i’ll see you katsuki!”

out of all of the kids you’ve taught, milo was by far the cutest one.

the little man was like your personal assistant— a little bee buzzing around as he followed you everywhere in the classroom and helped you clean up after the rest of the kids that didn’t, ‘yelling’ at some of them to and cutely scolding them whenever he’d catch them leave some things behind, and was always on watch for you like a security guard with his little balled up fists on his hips, surveilling the classroom for any misbehaving kids or messes that you’d missed throughout the day.

all traits you no doubt knew he got from katsuki, even if you had just met him. it was pleasantly obvious.

“thanks for helping me out today, milo!” you gushed, pushing another students chair in as they all sat down and chattered for lunch. “you made my job a lot easier!”

“really?!” he squealed, big glimmering eyes beaming up at you before he happily chowed down on some apple slices.

and you noticed then milo’s lunch was insane, peanut butter and jelly sandwiches cut up and molded neatly into the shape of panda bears, his watermelon and apple slices shaped like stars with carrots and celery lined up with a little wedge of lemon if he wished, tiny rice balls on the side for a little snack you figured in case what he had didn’t fill him up— all so considerate and careful…

“wow!” you exclaimed, kneeling down next to him. “your lunch looks so yummy my love! did your mommy make this?”

“nuh uh!” he shook his head, cheeks filled with watermelon. “my dad did!”

you faltered.

“katsuki made this?”

“who’s katsuki miss?” he asked curiously, sipping on his little juice box after swallowing the fruit in his mouth.

you giggled. “nothing! nothing. enjoy your lunch okay?”

you went to stand, but milo’s hand shot out and caught your wrist.

“can you— can you eat lunch with me?” he mumbled shyly, fiddling with some carrot pieces in his hands. “please.. i always eat with my dad but he’s not here…”

your eyes softened and you quickly nodded.

“of course! let me just go grab my lunch and ill bring it over! sounds good?”

“yaaaayyyy!” he cheered happily, arms up as you scooched a tiny chair over from a nearby table and sat with him, laughing at his cute expression.

you knew you shouldn’t use a little kid to pry… but you were guiltily curious as to know if katsuki was married or not for reasons that made you ridiculously flustered and red in the face over.

and you wanted to be respectful in case he was… since the ogling you did at his muscles this morning through his black ribbed tank was the most embarrassing moment of your career and one you hadn’t seen coming at all, it catching you off guard and feeling horrible if katsuki indeed had a wife.

but he didn’t have a ring on his finger…

“milo?” you spoke up softly.

he smiled big. “yes miss!”

“does your mommy make you lunch as well or just your dad?”

he shook his head. “just my dad! i don’t have a mom.”

your shoulders deflated.

he didn’t have a mom… at all?

you slowly reached over then and patted his blonde hair, smiling warmly as his cheeks went pink. “that’s alright! i’m sure your dad makes you lunches like this every time huh?”

“yeah!” he gasped excitedly. “yesterday he made pizzas and cut them into dinosaurs! it was so cool! and then!— and then this morning for breakfast i had waffles that looked like dynamite blasts!”

“oh my goodness!” you giggled, your heart absolutely thumping over the fact that katsuki was so dedicated to his son like that. “man, i wish my lunches were as cute as yours!”

his little eyes snapped to yours.

“i’ll tell him!”

your brows furrowed confusedly. “wha—”

“to make you lunch! i’ll tell my dad to make you lunch!”

your eyes widened and you frantically shook your head, cheeks blazing as you laughed. “oh no my love! that’s totally okay don’t worry about me silly—”

“i’ll tell him i’ll tell him i’ll tell him!—”

“milo it’s okay! i’m a big girl.” you grinned. “i’m supposed to make my own lunches.”

milo grumbled and plopped a carrot in his mouth, begrudgingly chewing as he sat there in thought.

“…will you at least let me share some of mine?”

you pouted at his generosity, wondering how a kid could be so sweet as you nodded and held your hand up.

“of course sweetie! whatever you wa—”

milo plopped all of his peanut butter sandwiches in your palm and grinned, earning a gasp from you.

“milo this is too much i can’t—”

“eat it! eat it! eait it!—”

by the end of the day, you managed to get milo to take back his sandwiches in exchange for one singular watermelon star piece, him still doing his regular duties of being your little assistant and helping you clean up after everyone before the final bell rang signaling the end of class, you carefully making sure each kiddo got their designated backpack (as there was often a mix up) and art pieces they made for their parents to take home— a permission slip for the end of the year field trip tucked away inside their bags.

and the minute you stepped outside with the rest of the kids, you were surprised to see that katsuki was one of the first parents there as he stood directly across from your classroom with crossed arms, an angry usual scowl on his face that made you laugh to yourself as you led your kids to sit down on a bench in a single file line until their parents physically came to get them or their vehicles pulled up.

“milo!” you tapped his shoulder gently. “your daddy’s over there!”

“DAAADDD!!”

milo jumped up and ran across the grass, his tiny arms out as katsuki smiled softly and crouched down to pick his son up and settle him on his lower abdomen, you wringing your fingers behind your back and walking up to them.

“were you a brat?” he grunted.

“nope!”

“did any kids mess with you?”

“nope!”

“did you leave a mess?”

“nope!”

you giggled, and katsuki’s eyes snapped in your direction.

“how was he?”

“he did so good!” you gushed, patting milo’s back as he grinned. “was my little helper and everything! didn’t leave a single mess behind and helped me clean up after everyone else… he even made sure everyone was paying attention and not misbehaving.”

“yeah! yeah! see dad?” milo poked his dads cheek. “i didn’t lie!”

“never said you lied you little runt.” he scowled. “…but good job.”

“thanks!”

katsuki set him down after milo started kicking his legs and saying something about the swings, him instantly running towards the playground and to the slide.

“did he actually do all of that?” he spoke up.

“oh yes!” you quickly nodded. “i’ve never had a kid do that before so it was really nice of him to!”

you detached your fingers from around your back and fiddled with them.

“you teach him well katsuki.”

he scoffed and turned his head, cheeks pink as he tried to regain his composure.

“damn right i do.”

you giggled then, the memory of milo telling you he didn’t have a mother suddenly popping into your mind as you watched him happily slide down the blue slide head first.

“hey i don’t mean to um..” you timidly began. “i don’t mean to pry but—”

katsuki raised a brow at you and you snapped your mouth shut.

“nothing! nothing nevermind—”

“spit it out.”

“no it’s alright! sorry i—”

he glared and you cowered, smiling bashfully as you bit your bottom lip.

“milo… milo mentioned that he didn’t have a mommy? i was just— wondering if that was true…”

“tch—” he shook his head. “that’s what you were afraid of askin’ me?”

“i told you i’m scared of parents…” you slumped cutely, and he chuckled.

“it’s just me and him.” he answered. “his mom’s never been a part of our lives.”

your heart sunk a little, eyes sad as your gaze shifted to milo playing and racing around with another kid.

“don’t do that.”

you jumped and looked at katsuki.

“do— do what—”

“look all sad and shit.”

he hesitantly reached over and planted an index finger to the crease between your brows, the feeling rough as he tried to gently drag it down and smooth over the lines.

“it’s fine.” he grumbled, letting his arm fall to his side. “it doesn’t bother him. at least i don’t think it does.”

“no!” you spoke quickly, a crazed blush on your cheeks. “it doesn’t! and milo speaks so highly of you… especially the lunches you make him.”

his brows furrowed. “his lunch?”

“yeah!” you nodded excitedly. “you prepare it so so well! how do you get his sandwiches to look like little bears? and his fruit?! every time i try to cut mine into stars they always break in half…”

he huffed out a laugh, finding your little whine funny as he reached over and ruffled up your hair, you smiling cheekily in response.

“do you use molds?” you asked politely. “to shape out the bear?”

“fuck no.” he scoffed. “i do it myself.”

your eyes flew open.

“what?! so that’s really just you? and the dinosaurs too? the pizza dinosaurs? and the waffles? the ones that looked like dynamite blasts—”

“jesus christ how much did that kid tell you?”

your face grew hot as you smacked a hand over your mouth.

“sorry!” you giggled. “i just was thinking— that his lunch was really cute and thoughtful…” you took your hand away from your face. “i’m really glad that you do little things like that for milo to make him happy.”

katsuki stared at you, your swarm of compliments and sweetness and sunshine and butterflies almost suffocating as you looked at him with those pretty doe eyes, his throat oddly closing up the longer he stared right back and allowed you to pull him into your world of wonder and abc blocks and puzzles.

but it wasn’t suffocating in a bad way, not at all.

and… maybe he did want you to pull him in.

“dad dad dad!”

milo ran over, sweaty and red faced as he reached the two of you.

“there’s a dead lizard in the slide!”

“a dead lizard?” you laughed, surprised as you reached for his little water bottle from his backpack on the ground and uncapped the lid, handing it over and ushering him to drink.

katsuki didn’t know why the domestic sight of you doing that made him melt a bit.

a bit.

“yeah miss! it was big and gross.” he breathed out after gulping some of his icy cold water. “but i buried him!”

his dads red eyes snapped down to his and narrowed.

“don’t tell me you touched that thing milo.”

“i did!” he giggled.

“oh my fucking god—” katsuki snatched his hand and started pulling him to the car as milo giggled and stuck his tongue out.

“it’s a prank! some other girl in my class did… but i helped with the dirt!”

you chuckled softly as you watched katsuki stop and roll his eyes, coming back over to you with a hyper milo.

“say bye to your teacher ya little runt. and you’re still taking a shower when you get home!”

“but i don’t wanna take a showeerrr!” milo whined, letting go of his dads hand and running to you, you crouching and extending your arms big with a pretty smile.

“bye my love!” you hugged him tight as he giggled. “i’ll see you tomorrow okay? and give your daddy a break. no more digging up dirt and playing with dead lizards.”

“kaayyyy!”

you both let go and he stepped back, pressing a quick kiss to your cheek before bouncing back to his dad.

katsuki choked on his spit.

“oi!” he barked. “you can’t just kiss her cheek milo the hell is going on with you?!—”

“it’s okay don’t worry!” you smiled kindly. “he’s just being sweet is all! i don’t mind.”

“you sure?” he pushed, milo snickering. “i—”

you waved him off and wrung your fingers behind your back, leaning forward.

“i’ll see you tomorrow morning kats!”

and he froze, nodding hard as he quickly took milo’s hand and backpack before walking to the car, his heart completely aflame in his chest and cheeks red as he led his babbling son further into the parking lot and inside the car, buckling him up in his car seat before hopping in himself and starting the engine, unbelieving that he had barely just met you and he was already thinking and acting like a fucking dumbass.

“and then we learned the days of the week! oh!— and we learned numbers! i can count to fifteen dad!”

“that’s good milo.” he responded, pulling out of the schools parking lot and craning his neck to see if he could catch a final glimpse of you and settling once he did, you so pretty and conversing so nicely with another kid until he was out of the lot.

“did you eat all of your lunch? y/n tells me ya shared with her.”

“i did! i did share with her.” he grinned. “she liked my lunch!”

“good.” katsuki gave him a thumbs up through the rear view mirror. “that’s good that you always share. especially with her.”

“yup yup! she’s preeettyyy.”

he rolled his eyes, but a small smile grew at the corner of his lips as he nodded curtly.

“that she is.”

katsuki continued to drop off his son personally at your classroom every morning before school.

even when it had been a couple of months into the year, at this point many students already used to their route to and out of class and their parents just dropping them off and leaving— them not even allowed on campus as security rounded every corner and told any parents who wished to go in that they weren’t supposed to, as per policy.

but not katsuki.

katsuki didn’t give a fuck as he stormed through the main office and ignored the calls of the front desk lady, her already used to the rude asshole who came through the building every morning as he strode by and down the hall to class twenty four… wanting to see you— his son’s pretty kindergarten teacher that was sweet and joyful and someone who was everything he wasn’t, his mind curious and filled with your giggles and smiles throughout the time that he’d gotten to know you and chat with you in the mornings and the afternoons, loving the way you were with milo and treated him like he was literally your own— always watching over him and making sure he had had enough to eat and drink and that his hands were washed when he wasn’t around.

and even katsuki himself— you bringing him candy bags from their classroom parties or donuts that were passed to faculty in the mornings and saving yours for him, treats he always took and ate with no questions asked even though he wasn’t a fan of sugary shit and junk food, always making the exception for you.

he had never experienced honest help like that… he’d never experienced someone caring enough about him and his son like the way you did so perfectly every single day…

and katsuki feared that he was a little obsessed.

“oh! miss y/n!”

“yes honey?” you responded kindly, opening a juice pouch for another student and handing it to them carefully during lunch.

milo dug into his lunch pail and pulled out a small container, sticking his hand up and offering it to you.

your brows furrowed, taking it from him.

“what’s this milo?”

“it’s from my dad!”

you stopped, heart dropping to your ass as you recounted his words.

from katsuki?

“your— your dad?”

“mhm!”

you shakily popped the lid of the container open, eyes widening and filling with hearts once you saw a mix of star shaped strawberries and watermelon and papayas, drizzled over with sparkling strings of honey and singular little blueberries scattered about.

“for me?” you asked softly, crouching down next to milo. “my love— are you sure this isn’t for you? i think your dad cut these up for you—”

“nope! for you!” he gave you a big toothy smile before stuffing his mouth with crackers. “he told me not to eat it and to give it to you.”

he swallowed and reached up, you tilting down your head so he could pat it just like you always did for him.

“i hope you like it miss! they look like the ones you told me looked cute!”

“i— i love them milo.. thank you!”

you picked up a papaya piece and ate it, entirely dazed and love struck as your tastebuds savored over the sweet velvety thick honey, literally blinking back tears at how thoughtful and kind katsuki was.

he didn’t have to do this at all… yet he took the time anyways out of his morning to do this for you.

and your heart nearly fucking gave out.

after school once you got your rowdy kids to sit neatly on the bench and wait for their parents, you extended a hand for milo and he hopped off the bench and took it, you both walking up to a waiting katsuki as he stood there with a soft smile on his face.

“hi kats!”

“hey.” he picked his son up and settled him over his abdomen, milo’s arms clinging around his neck and chin propped up on his dads shoulder as he was exhausted from a days worth of playing and learning.

“i wanted to um—” you peered up at him. “i um—”

his brows furrowed, and just as he was about to bark about you stumbling over your words, he stopped.

your bottom lip was trembling.

you hurriedly wiped your eyes.

“i wanted to thank you—” hic! “f—for the star shaped fruit this morning—”

“why are you crying dumbass?” he mumbled, reaching over and wiping some tears with his rough fingers.

“because it was so nice!” you sobbed, shoulders shaking as you let him wipe your cheeks. “and— and you put honey over it too! you didn’t have to do any of that for me!”

“tch—”

he flicked your forehead softly, not enough to hurt you but enough to get you to snap out of your hiccups as you sniffled.

“it’s just fruit y/n—”

“but it’s not.” you wiped your eyes again. “not to me anyways…”

katsuki slowly lowered his arm, gaze tracing over your pretty face and perfect hair and the way you cried over something so stupid, his brain unable to process the fact that an act as simple as cutting fruit up for you could make you this happy, and it made him want to see what you saw for once— how you saw the world for exactly what it was and appreciated it regardless of how big or small things were, not snippy or angry or spiteful over everyone and thinking everything was out to get him and his son.

“crybaby…” he grumbled. “i’m glad you liked it though.”

“i did kats.. a lot. thank you.” you wiped the last of your tears and smiled. “i’m sorry i cried.”

what a pretty sweet girl…

he shook his head and hoisted milo up, him completely knocked out with drool coming out of his mouth as katsuki felt it run down his shoulder, barely even noticing that though as his entire focus was trained purely on you.

was it okay if he… asked you out? would it be weird? would you tell him to fuck off?

katsuki internally rolled his eyes at his stupid fucking high school boy thoughts, though it didn’t alleviate the gnawing feeling that if you did tell him to fuck off… that he’d be angrily mortified at his fail and probably lose the right to talk to you since it’d be too awkward to.

but you were just so fucking sweet. all of the time.

“listen uh—” he cleared his throat, face growing hot. “i was wondering if ya wanted to eat dinner with me… sometime.”

you stared, eyes big and shocked and katsuki took it defensively and entirely the wrong way.

“forget it.” he snapped. “forget it i didn’t say shit—”

“no! no no—” you quickly shook your head. “no it’s okay i would!”

he stopped.

“you would?”

“of course!” you expressed sweetly, cheeks hurting from how big you were smiling as you tried to simmer down your giddy squeals. “i’d love to have dinner with you…”

his tense shoulders slowly relaxed, an eventual small smile growing on his face.

“a—alright uh…” he sighed. “i’d prefer to take ya somewhere nice but i don’t really have anyone to watch milo—”

you shook your head again, brows pinched. “oh no kats— we don’t have to go anywhere at all! we can order something in at your place and eat with milo? or— or my place?”

“my place.” he replied. “and i’ll cook.”

he cooks?!

“okay!” you giggled, your hand reaching up and patting over milo’s sleepy head gently. “sounds good!”

katsuki and you agreed on the details of the date after and bid each other bashful goodbyes, swooning as you watched him walk away into the parking lot with a sleeping milo in his arms and feeling like none of this was fucking real, for you couldn’t believe someone as handsome and cool as katsuki would ever be interested in someone like you.

and funnily enough, he felt the complete opposite, stressed and extra snappy as he cleaned the house from top to bottom (though it barely needed it), unnecessarily fixed the positioning of the furniture and made milo put away his toys, him not even whining or protesting like he usually did solely because the little man knew you were coming— pretty miss y/n with the pretty smile and the nicest lady he had ever met, and one he secretly hoped would be his new mommy every time he saw you and his dad converse before and after school, thinking you would fit the role perfectly.

especially after his dad had given you those fruits as a present!

“milo!” katsuki called. “come ‘ere!”

his son ran into the kitchen, toy race car in hand. “what!”

“be good today, ya hear me?” he pushed, face stern as he flipped a kitchen towel over his shoulder and sautéed vegetables in his frying pan. “please milo. don’t try to be funny and do somethin’ to scare y/n off.”

milo gave him a look.

“scare miss y/n off? dad you’re gonna scare her off not me!” he giggled. “silly.”

“yeah..” he grunted. “you’re probably right but i’m just sayin’. i’m thinking of the time grandma came over and ya put that fake rat in her purse to try and be funny.”

“ohhh yeeeeah!” he doubled over in little fits of laughter, holding his stomach as he did. “i did do that!”

“see what i mean?” katsuki grumbled, snatching the kitchen towel from his shoulder and throwing it down on the counter top, stepping back to peek in the oven. “you better not do that with y/n please.”

“i won’t!” he grinned. “not when she’s about to be my new mommy!”

katsuki choked as his spit went down the wrong pipe, bending over and coughing uncontrollably in his elbow before spinning around and looking at his son with wide eyes and pink cheeks.

“the hell you just say?”

“what!” milo tilted his head. “that y/n is gonna be my new mommy?”

his eyes grew even wider as he dropped the pan he was holding on the stove and leaned back, running his hands over his face.

“oh you little runt please don’t say that in front of her, alright?”

he pouted. “why not?”

“you’ll scare her off! worse than when you put that fake rat in grandmas purse!”

“boooo!” milo stuck his tongue out and crossed his little arms over his chest. “whatever.”

“oi!”

“what!”

katsuki’s doorbell chimed and milo booked it to the front door.

“missss preettyyyy!!—”

“milo get your ass back here!—”

katsuki swung the door open and swooped his son in his arms just as he was about to pounce on you in midair, you giggling and covering your mouth as you watched the scene unfold before you.

“i’m sorry—”

“hiii misss y/nnn!” milo greeted happily, dangling off of his dad as katsuki tried to stop him from wiggling out of his grip. “i’m so exciteeeddd!—”

“hi my love!” you gushed warmly, smile wide as you extended your arms and walked forward, taking milo in your arms and setting him on your hip. “how are you? you excited to hang out with meee?”

“yes! yes!” he vigorously nodded. “i wanna show you all my race cars!”

“oh i can’t wait to seeee!” you bounced him on your hip and he giggled, you turning your attention and smiling at katsuki.

“hi kats!”

“the little brat is hogging—”

milo blew a silly raspberry at him before wrapping his arms around you and shoving his face into your neck.

you laughed and ran a soothing hand over the little man’s back, katsuki rolling his eyes before stepping to the side and letting you in, shutting the door behind him and leading you over to the kitchen.

and jesus christ you looked beautiful, him noting that pink was what you mainly wore on the day to day as he eyed your small rosy cardigan, you walking through his home and looking around and oblivious to the way he was staring at you like a fucking creep.

katsuki bit the inside of his cheek as he watched your eyes scan your surroundings, stupidly nervous about what you’d think of his house and furniture and minuscule decorations, and annoyed with himself that he’d even give a shit about something like that, trying to occupy himself and ignore it as he looked in the oven and lifted lids of various pots and pans, checking over tonight’s dinner.

“i’m sorry i’m behind…” he grumbled and waved his hand around. “had to clean the house and shower milo since he decided to play in the fuckin’ mud this morning.”

“oh you don’t have to apologize for that kats!” you looked at him worriedly. “you don’t have to apologize for anything i totally understand…”

you hoisted milo further up your hip and grinned. “i’m just happy to spend time with the both of you.”

katsuki felt smoke puff out of his red ears as he nodded and scratched the back of his neck, turning slightly and lifting the lids from his pots and pans again.

“miss preettyyyy!” milo whined. “when can i show you my race cars?!”

katsuki scowled and you laughed.

“now honey! but how about we move some of your toys to the living room so i can spend time with both you and dad? how does that sound?”

“yayayay!!” milo cheered, bouncing on your hip as you smiled cutely and set him down, him running off down the hall and you quickly following after him.

milo talked you through his entire collection of race cars as you both sat down on the living room rug— telling you the model of each and every one, what they did, how fast they went, they places they’d gone, and which were his favorites as you excitedly talked to him about his cars and shifted conversation between him and katsuki, a task he was surprised you did so efficiently, but then quickly realized that that was literally your fucking job everyday dealing with little brats talking your ears off and you attending all of them at the same time.

and when it came around to dinner time, you helped katsuki set up even through his snapping and huffing that you absolutely shouldn’t, you giving him a silly little face as you assisted anyways and set up milo’s booster seat, picking him up and sitting him down before buckling him up while katsuki placed your dishes on the table—

and gourmet fucking dishes at that.

you were bewildered. absolutely bewildered as you gawked over the lasagna platter he set before you, it delicate and fancy looking as he had even draped sauce on your gray ceramic plate in gourmet intricate designs, knowing that katsuki had mentioned to you he was a chef over the several months you’d gotten to know him, but you didn’t know exactly to which extent that chef occupation stretched to.

“kats…” you murmured. “what do you do for a living.”

“i told you idiot.” he passed over a couple of napkins and you gratefully took them, taking one then and wiping down milo’s mouth as he messily ate his cut up pieces of lasagna. “i’m a cook.”

“yeah but what kind? where?”

“why?” he gruffed. “does it look like shit?”

“no!” you giggled. “absolutely not the opposite actually! this is probably the most beautiful lasagna i’ve ever seen in my life.”

“duh.” he responded, but sent you a small smile as he ate. “i’m an executive chef down at a restaurant in the city.”

your jaw dropped. “the city?! you’re so cool kats! oh my goodness!”

his face flushed.

“my dad says his boss is a piece of—”

“don’t say it!” katsuki snapped at his son, eyes wide as you slapped a hand over your mouth to keep yourself from laughing, not wanting to encourage the little man any further.

“milo i told ya not to cuss until you’re ten—”

“ten?!” you giggled loudly and let your hand fall, sticking your fork in your lasagna and eating. “as long as he cusses with you and not at you… i think it should be fine!”

katsuki stopped.

you get it. or you rile up his bad cussing habit. either or he might as well have found his fucking soulmate.

“miss pretty!” milo called.

“yes my love?”

“do you have a boyfriend?”

katsuki smacked a hand on his forehead and you snickered.

“i don’t!” you grinned. “why milo?”

“because i want you to be my new—”

“milo if ya shut your mouth right now i’ll buy you two new race cars tomorrow.”

his son gasped dramatically and pursed his lips shut, eyes big and excited as he tried to contain himself and do as told.

“his new what?” you tilted your head cutely, katsuki’s heart hammering against his rib cage as he stuffed his mouth with food.

he shrugged. “the fuck should i know?”

“but i wanna know!” you pouted, taking your final bites of your yummy dinner.

he swallowed.

“do you want dessert?”

you gasped. “oh my god yes! i do!”

“then i suggest you shut your mouth too.”

you laughed over the table, quickly nodding as you pursed your lips like milo and pinched your thumb and index finger together, running it across your mouth and twisting your wrist like a pretend lock before dropping your hand in your lap, giddy and excited over dessert.

katsuki playfully rolled his eyes and stood, collecting all of your plates and stacking them on top of each other before taking them over to the sink.

“dad!” milo called as he bounced in his seat, katsuki grunting in response.

“what’d you make for dessert!”

“mochi.”

“yaaaayyyyy!” he cheered happily. “can i eat it with y/n in the living room?”

katsuki’s brows furrowed. “the living room?”

“yeah!” milo exclaimed. “so i can keep showing her my race cars!”

he struggled for a moment before eventually nodding. “alright… but don’t make a mess i just cleaned—”

you and milo ended up building a fucking fort once he gave you the all clear, you both saying something about it adding to the ambiance as you used the couch cushions for makeshift walls and milo’s choo choo train sheets for the roof and tent, katsuki before he knew it his entire living room a fucking mess as the three of you sat amongst the scattered about pillows and blankets eating your bits of mochi, milo mainly inside the little tent you made for him as you and katsuki were too big to fit inside with him.

his living room was a mess… but he didn’t mind.

katsuki didn’t mind the mess.

your way of living was entirely different from his, as yours had everything to do with mess due to your full time job with kids— paint all over your hands and face, marker stains on your clothes and sticky glue residue and pieces of cut up construction paper somehow in your hair, all things katsuki despised for years and made sure his house never reflected any of that.

but in that moment, with his living room in complete disarray and the positioning of his couches utterly fucked up? the dishes still in the sink and the table still set?

katsuki didn’t fucking care.

because he had never seen his son so happy. he had never seen him so excited and hyper as you helped him set up and somehow tie fairy lights that katsuki had somewhere up in his attic for holiday seasons around the fort, you looking fucking gorgeous under the dim dark lightning as you read milo one of his favorite children’s books you got from his little shelf in his room— ‘the very hungry caterpillar,’ one of your favorites too as his son followed along with you and giggled whenever you’d make a silly joke only a five year old would find funny.

and katsuki felt warm… that’s all he ever felt when he was around you.

is this what it was like to be a family?

“oh my goodness i almost forgot!” you quickly sat up and handed milo the book, him taking it as you crawled over and reached for your bag. “i brought something for you honey!”

milo gasped and sat up. “really?! what?!”

you pulled out a ceramic cream colored globe with hollowed out stars, a small bulb inside as you scooched on your knees back over to a curious katsuki and milo.

“woah..” his son whispered. “what is it?”

you smiled and reached for the nearest outlet, plugging in the little globe and flicking a switch.

the darkened room illuminated itself then with the soft murmur of a lullaby playing, star shaped shadows slowly shifting around the entire living room as milo gasped and stood, frantically pointing at each moving shadow and gushing while his little mind was trying to process how cool and fascinating this was.

and all katsuki could do was stare at you.

stare at the way you sat back on your ankles and pointed with milo, counting how many stars you could see before it shifted and repeating that for fun, stare at the way both of your eyes glowed with wonder and curiosity, and stare at the way you smiled so gracefully and looked unreal now under the starry lights, his heart on overdrive at how gentle you were and how much you cared about his son.

about him.

and katsuki was sure then he was absolutely sick over you.

you all settled after a while of playing games and eating more mochi, especially milo, the little lullaby knocking him out as he snored next to you in his fort, you and katsuki laying down next to each other as you stared up at the shifting stars.

“i’m sorry i made such a mess in your living room..” you whispered bashfully. “i promise i’ll pick everything up before i leave.”

he shook his head. “don’t worry about it i can pick up. it’s fine.”

you smiled at him warmly before looking back up at the ceiling, feet planted on the blanketed flooring as your mindlessly moved your propped up knees side to side.

“was it hard raising milo on your own kats?” you asked softly, fingers wrung together neatly on your tummy.

“it was at first.” he mumbled. “but i got used to doin’ it on my own.”

you frowned, not particularly happy with the idea that katsuki had to raise a human being on his own without any help or guidance, wishing that he would’ve had someone there to help him every once in a while, or just be there for him.

“you did an exceptional job, okay?” you began. “you should know that... milo is such an honest kid… and he’s so precious too.”

katsuki’s eyes softened, and he couldn’t bring himself to look at you in fear of you noticing his stupid flustered face as he opted for keeping his gaze glued to the starry ceiling, your sugary peachy perfume not fucking helping as he decided to sit up instead.

“he is.” he grunted softly. “don’t know how his mom didn’t see that.”

you faltered and sat up with him.

“what do you mean?”

katsuki eyed you before looking down, hands flat behind him propping himself up as he thought.

“ah… milo happened because of some random hookup i had in college.” he mumbled. “didn’t love her or anythin’, i barely knew her but still told her i’d support her and the baby obviously.”

you nodded, encouraging him to continue.

“i was there through her entire pregnancy and when milo was born… but the minute she got discharged from the hospital and took him with her, i woke up at four in the mornin’ with a knock on my door and milo left abandoned on my doorstep.”

you gasped, hand hovering over your mouth.

“are you— are you serious?”

katsuki nodded.

“she wouldn’t answer my calls, my texts, nothing. i went to her house and found out she took the first flight she could to fuck knows where.” he shook his head bitterly. “but i didn’t give a shit about me i’ll raise him i don’t care. it was never about me.

he looked at you. “it was about milo. i didn’t want him to know that his ‘mom’ left him behind like that, and i didn’t want him to think it was his fault or anythin’… shits ridiculous.”

katsuki shifted his gaze back up to the ceiling. “still don’t know how she could ever do something like that.”

the sound of a hiccup make his eyes widen and snap back to you, your eyes filled with fat tears as your bottom lip wobbled, hands coming up to cup over your mouth and nose as you tried to keep it in.

“you’re crying?”

you nodded, squeaky slight sobs slipping past your throat as you strained to keep everything down.

“that’s so cruel.” you cried softly, embarrassingly drowning in your tears in front of him yet again. “you didn’t deserve that at all kats… milo didn’t deserve that you both should’ve had such a good mommy and— and a good support system—”

katsuki pushed himself up and wrapped his big arms around your shoulders, pulling you in and rubbing a hand up and down your back comfortingly.

“you cry over everything y/n.”

“s—” hic! “—sorry—”

he laid the side of his head on top of yours as you shook, somehow feeling guilty of what he told you just because of how much you were crying.

more than when he gave you those star shaped fruits.

“oi…”

katsuki pulled back and looked at you, reaching up and wiping your tears with his thumbs.

“don’t cry baby…”

baby?!

you funnily sobbed even more and shoved your face in his chest, him chuckling as he wrapped his arms back around you and gently swayed side to side.

“stop it idiot.” he mumbled. “it’s fine. it happened years ago n’ milo and i have always been alright on our own.”

…but he wanted you now.

now that he knew what it was like to be softly cared for by someone precious like you, to feel what it was like to be warm and fuzzy and sunshine and rainbows and candy all of the time… and katsuki wanted you so. bad.

“i know..” you hiccuped. “and i’m really glad but i just wish you had someone.”

you pulled away and quickly wiped your wet cheeks. “m’sorry i cried all over your shirt—”

“don’t give a fuck.”

you breathed out a laugh and dropped your hands in your lap, looking at your fingers as you sniffed.

you were always crying for him.

“y/n.”

“yeah?”

he looked to the side with a blush to his cheeks.

“thanks for comin’ today.”

you smiled brightly and nodded.

“of course kats! how could i not?” you looked behind you to a sleeping milo, reaching over and pulling his blanket a little further up his shoulders. “i want you to know that i wanna be there for you and milo…”

he shifted his gaze to you as you turned back around.

“whether— whether you wanna keep seeing me or not—” you gnawed nervously at the inside of your cheek. “which i hope you do! but— but if not that’s totally fine i just want to be there for you both…”

how were you so pure? so thoughtful?

“why the hell wouldn’t i wanna keep seeing you?” he huffed, grumbly and embarrassed as he pursed his lips. “i’d be stupid as fuck not to…”

you blushed, happy shiny eyes looking at him eagerly like he was everything and more, and he wasn’t used to people looking at him like that whatsoever as your gaze flickered down to his lips and back up.

and you were so pretty.

“y/n.”

“mhm?”

he slowly leaned closer.

“would you be mad if i made a move on you—”

“of course not—”

katsuki lunged and planted his rough lips on yours, you tasting like straight sugar and honey as he placed his big hands on the sides of you head and held you like a piece of delicate glass, kissing and sliding your tongues in each others mouths rather quickly and breathy as he moved one hand from your pretty face down to your waist to grip it.

you placed your hands on the blanketed floor and slowly crawled over to him during the makeout, him reaching and wrapping the rest of his built muscly arms around your waist and pulling you to straddle his lap as he ran his hands up and down your sides and back, wanting to feel you as much as he possibly could and squeeze you tight as he gulped your little self down, brows furrowed and lips red.

katsuki pulled away and ran his fiery wet mouth across your jaw and to the spot right below your ear on the side of your neck, your hands gripping his broad shoulders as he bit and sucked and still squeezed you, manhandling you in a way and eating you up.

your eyes fluttered open once you heard a slight rustle, your line of sight catching milo shifting a little in his sleep.

“k—kats—” you breathlessly whispered, pushing a little at his shoulders.

he grunted.

“milo—” you pointed. “he’s waking up—”

“the fucks that gotta do with us—”

“kats!”

he groaned and pulled his mouth from you, scowling over to see his son only shifted positions and was now directly facing the both of you, tiny eyes closed as he drooled and was probably dreaming about race cars and his dads shark shaped pb & j sandwiches.

“the little runt is fine—” he shoved his face back in and gnawed at your neck again as you gasped.

“nooo!” you whined and giggled softly. “now i’m scared he’s gonna wake up…”

he huffed and officially pulled away this time, red eyes dilated and half lidded as he looked over your pinky cheeks and shy face, the purple and blue mark he made on your neck making the right side of his lips curve up into a little prideful smirk, you too distracted to notice over the way he clutched and loosened up the hold on your waist repeatedly.

katsuki kept you on his lap and scooched himself down, laying on his back and head on the pillow as he nudged you to lay on him completely over his chest and body, you more than happy to do so as you settled your head on his pecs and got comfortable with his strong arms around you— feeling so safe and looked after.

and you hadn’t expected to sleep over… but you just didn’t wanna leave, and katsuki sure as hell didn’t want you to either as you softly and quietly talked over the small tinkling of the lullaby and milo’s soft breathing, shadowy stars still slowly shifting around you as you easily switched between various topics— ranging from serious to silly as you ran a loving hand over his chest and his on your back, the both of you subconsciously lulling each other to sleep until you were just as passed out on the floor as milo.

since then, katsuki didn’t wanna let you out of his sight.

as if he wasn’t already involved enough with milo’s school activities because of you, this man became a fucking member of the pta and volunteered himself for every single event so as long as you were there, helping you out especially with fundraisers and bake sales as his desserts always sold out quicker than anything else and made bank as he snickered and boasted at the other parents that weren’t selling as much, you giving him a silly glare that never failed to shut him right up as he wanted to be good for you and not upset you.

the front desk lady even went from hating him to loving him, katsuki grumbling and chucking her a bag of leftover fundraiser chocolate chip cookies on her desk as he passed by to drop off milo in the mornings, serving as a ticket way in and to get her to shut up now instead of yelling at him from down the hall.

and he continued to give you yummy star shaped fruits.

except now some days they looked like hearts or little flowers, and he always made his fruit assortments different so you wouldn’t get tired of them and added different dippings like caramel or chocolate hazelnut, you gushing and nearly bawling literally everyday whenever you’d open the container and milo giggling at you during lunch.

you also never went a day without stopping by or staying over at katsuki’s house since your first initial date, your days so much fun and filled with love as you ate lunch or dinner with the two of them, laughing at milo’s sporadic comments or katsuki’s barking and scolding while you either played with milo, helped katsuki clean up the house and him the kitchen or you the kitchen and vice versa, or simply cuddle on the couch with kisses shared amongst you and katsuki— the three of you with milo seated peacefully and comfortable in the middle while you watched a movie or lulled the little man to sleep.

and katsuki had never felt so complete as he started leaving messes behind without even realizing or stressing about it, and he didn’t know when the fuck it was that he turned so soft and sappy— the change a bit strange to those who knew him as he was just a teeny weeny less explosive and angry over small things, and more so when it came to you and his son.

“make sure you keep your little bucket hat on honey, okay? it’s hot today and i don’t want you to tire yourself out milo.”

the end of the year field trip for the kindergarteners this year was a voyage to the local wildlife sanctuary, a gorgeous exhibit that sat right next to the national science museum in your city, its main attraction being the 25 foot koi pond and butterfly wonderland that housed various butterfly species and their little habitats— the kids field trip assignment being to count how many they see throughout the day and pick one koi fish and butterfly to draw on their journals.

katsuki, of course, volunteered as a chaperone.

“single file line please my loves!” you called, hand by your mouth. “and don’t seperate from your friends okay?! everyone stay where i can see—”

“oi!” katsuki barked, snapping and pointing at a rogue kid who decided to break free from the line and run across the grass. “the fuck do you think you’re doing!—”

“kats!” you breathed out a shocked laugh. “you’re gonna get me fired if you talk to the kids like that—”

“shit! sorry— i’m sorry baby hold on—”

katsuki booked it across the grassy lawn and caught up with the running kid on the other side, the rest of your class giggling and cackling as katsuki swooped him up with one arm and dangled him upside down while he kicked and swung tiny punches to his abs, katsuki not even flinching.

“do that again and see what happens brat.” he spat, the little kid not having a single care in the world as he giggled with the rest of the class, all of them deviously planning to piss katsuki off as much as possible since his outbursts were just funny.

“okay okay—” you smiled apologetically at him before taking the dangling boy from his arm and setting him back down, fixing over his clothes and backpack before patting his head and standing upright.

“no more running alright?” you placed your hands on your hips. “don’t we wanna see some cute little fishies and butterflies?!”

“yeeeeaaaahhhh!!” the babies cheered excitedly, each of them immediately returning to their designated spots in two lines as you grabbed your line leaders tiny hands and started the walk down the grassy field to the sanctuary.

“lemme help ya with one line baby—” katsuki went to grab one of your line leaders hands until they burst into a crying fit.

“no! no! i wanna hold miss y/n’s hand!”

katsuki’s eyes narrowed. “what’s so bad about me hah?”

“you’re ugly! miss y/n is pretty!”

the rest of the kids ruptured, laughing as katsuki sent death glares to a literal child, about to spout something nasty until his eyes flickered to your pleading face, his muscles instantly relaxing as he casted his gaze to the ground with a grumble.

you giggled and gave him a sweet kiss to his cheek in gratitude, his face flushing as he eyed your deep blue overalls and pinky shirt and the way your sunglasses sat pretty in your hair on top of your head.

“what honey?” you tilted your head.

“none of your business.”

you snickered and nudged your shoulder with his, looking over at milo from somewhere in the line to make sure he was okay before walking up the front gates of the sanctuary.

the wildlife guide met you once you all were cleared and inside the greenhouse, your kids absolutely restless as they ‘listened’ to whatever the guide had to say and just wanting to break free and run around to look at all of the fishies and butterflies like you had promised, and you not even listening either as you drooled over the way katsuki’s muscles looked under his t-shirt.

“any questions sweetheart?”

“huh?” your eyes snapped to the guide, cheeks pink as you quickly shook your head. “oh! no not at all! thank you ma’am!”

“alrighty then! just please make sure to tell your students—”

suddenly your two perfect lines broke apart as the kids started running around and pointing at fluttering butterflies and screaming, the guide looking like she’d seen a ghost as the usual quiet and serene sanctuary was now the epitome of noise.

“i’m sorry! i’m sorry—” you guiltily apologized. “my kids will settle down they’re just excited is all…”

the guide kindly waved you off before walking back to the main office, you turning and expecting to see katsuki standing next to you, but faltering once you saw he was on the other side and pulling one of your kids down that had climbed up the gates of one of the sanctuaries closed off exhibits.

“oh god..” you mumbled, about to make your way over until you spotted milo in a corner alone, staring at one of the koi ponds.

“milo?” you called softly, walking up to him.

your heart sank once he turned and you saw his little tear filled eyes and wobbling lip.

“oh no!” you gasped, crouching down and taking his tiny hands in yours. “what’s wrong my love? are you okay? is it too hot?”

you pushed some of his spiky blonde bangs back from his sweaty forehead as he shook his head.

“i can’t draw!” he sniffled. “and the koi fishies keep moving…”

your shoulders relaxed in relief.

“that’s okay!” you took his journal and pencil, wiping his wet cheeks as you smiled sweetly. “as long as we’re patient with the fishies, they’ll swim back and you can draw them again!”

you opened his journal and flipped to a new blank page, the both of you waiting quietly until a big chubby koi fish swam by.

“there!” milo whispered and pointed, and you quickly drew what you could, just making out the shape of the body before it disappeared again.

“and now we wait!” you grinned up at him. “the fishy will come back around and you’ll be able to draw it again.”

“kayyy!!”

“and you can draw milo. i’ve seen your artwork in class, remember? you always get a gold star!”

he giggled. “i do miss pretty!”

you ran a soothing hand over his back before passing his journal back.

“now you try honey—”

“i love you.”

you froze and looked up, katsuki standing there with a sincere and vulnerable look in his eye.

you stood from your crouched position and looked at him wide eyed.

“i’m not— i’m not good at this kinda shit at all and i always say somethin’ dumb but i do.”

“kats—”

“and i’m sorry it took me so long to say it but i tried to make it obvious with my stupid shaped fruits n’ shit… and i always thought you kinda just knew…”

milo was too busy focusing on catching glimpses of the koi fish to draw with his tongue peeking out to even realize what was going on next to him.

“you’re so patient baby. the way you are with me… the way you are with my kid. i need that in my life and i can’t live without it at this point…” he spoke genuinely. “your fuckin’ fault.”

you giggled and covered your face with your hands, face hot to the touch and bashful at everything he was telling you.

“come here.”

you listened and walked forward, dropping your arms as you wrapped them around his abdomen and his around your head, squishing you in his big chest as he propped his chin up.

“do you love me too or what.” he frowned. “cause if not this is shitty and embarrassing—”

“no i do!” you giggled, pulling away and giving him a cheeky smile. “i do kats you know that… i love you. so much.”

he smiled and pecked your lips. “good, miss pretty.”

katsuki had heard the entire conversation you had with his son, your words seeping with such tenderness and care, and he almost passed the fuck out when he thought about how much of a blessing you were, something he’d be a fool not to snatch up and take as he nearly fucking proposed to you in the middle of the sanctuary like an idiot, not knowing at all how a person that pissed people off for a living was loved by a woman who was the definition of pure.

because how the fuck did an angry dunce like him, get lucky with an angel like you?

“oh my god that dumbass kid is climbin’ the fence again— oi!”

katsuki quickly kissed your cheek before flying to the other side of the sanctuary, you doubling over in laughter as you watched him fight and tug and pull, your student not budging at all whatsoever and the rest of the kids laughing at how red katsuki was getting in the face.

“miss pretty!” milo tugged at your overalls, and you looked down to see him holding up his open journal, a cute wobbly sketch of a koi fish on the page as he smiled big. “i drew it! do you like it?!”

“wow milo!” you gushed, crouching down to his level and taking the journal, examining his artwork. “this is beautiful my love! see? i knew you could do it!”

“thank youuu!” he responded sweetly, his little cheeks blushing as he looked at you like he had another thing he wanted to say.

you tilted your head. “do you wanna tell me something else?”

“yeaaahhh.” he dragged. “please love my dad… i know he’s mean but— but he doesn’t mean it!”

your eyes softened as milo looked down at his shoes.

“and love me too… because i want you to be my new mommy…”

you quickly blinked back tears as to not alarm milo, surprisingly successful at preventing them from slipping down your face.

“i do love your dad honey… and you. the both of you i love so so much.”

he beamed. “really?!”

you nodded, pressing a gentle kiss to his cheek. “and i thought i was already your mommy milo!”

the little man gasped and flung his arms around your neck.

“YAAAYYY!” he yelled. “miss pretty is my mommy! i have a mommy now!”

ever since you came into katsuki’s life, his way of living materialized into something completely different.

because now instead of his house being plain and boring and organized from top to bottom without a single thing out of place— it was warm now… happy. and never went a day without smelling like cookies and vanilla as you and katsuki baked with milo any chance you could, set up more pillow forts and tents with starry ceilings, and slept with milo in his room as he snored content in his little bed, you sprawled directly on top of katsuki like he always had you as you both every day intended to leave after putting his son to rest, but ending up falling asleep on the floor each time.

the three of you were a little family.

and katsuki didn’t know why he hated messes so much in the first place.

because mess signified that something had been there, something sunny and tender, something that signified family as you peppered kisses over both your boys’ faces everyday and katsuki drowning you in his rough ones— your man squeezing you so tight all of the time and anywhere, as milo wasn’t just his son now but yours too as you took him to the park or to the aquarium on your days off, the three of you gently living as both of milo’s small hands were occupied now instead of just one.

katsuki’s life looked like it had been generously cherished and lived in for a change.

and katsuki bakugo loved messes.

so as long as they were from you.

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their omega

જ⁀➴ chapter five: WHO TOLD THE COMMISSION?!?!?!!

alpha! bakugou, kirishima, denki, sero x omega!fem!reader⋆｡°✩ — angst, tsukauchi appearance, hanta's in pre-rut, smau + fic, 2.7k words

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a/n: 'household🏡' gc from your pov + '🌽⭐️s' gc from denki's pov

fic underneath smau

You set the tea on the kotatsu and sit opposite Tsukauchi. You notice the lines etched into his skin, that tired smile. You pour his tea and then your own. You both sit in silence for a few minutes, sipping your warm beverage and avoiding each other’s gaze. You see him looking around the house, though you’re uncertain what for.

At last, he clears his throat and says, “So, tell me, how did you happen to meet four of Japan’s most prestigious pro heroes, Miss…?”

“L/n,” you fill in for him. “Y/n L/n.” He nods and pulls out a notepad from his chest pocket. With a click of his pen, he scribbles down your name.

You chuckle nervously as you say, “Is this formal questioning or?”

“Yes,” he says sternly. He looks up from his pad at you expectantly.

You take a deep breath in and say, “I’d like to wait until someone gets home before answering your questions if that’s okay.” He nods and leans back, taking another sip of his tea. You continue, “They shouldn’t be too long.”

For the next ten minutes, you try to make light conversation with the detective, but nothing seems to stick. You don’t watch the news or care for the latest hero updates, he doesn’t know much about the books you're reading. Luckily, the rattling of keys and clicking of the door saves you from bringing up the weather.

You ask him to wait as you leave the warmth of the shitagake and head to the entrance hall. You watch Denki fumble with his boots and trip up the platform.

“Are you okay?” You say as you come close to him. He nods frantically and gives you a quick hug.

“Sorry about all of this,” he mumbles into your ear before pulling away. You reassure him that it’s okay and lead him to the living room.

Upon entering, Denki bows to Tsukauchi who is now standing. The two men shake hands before sitting around the low table. You duck off to get Denki a teacup, leaving them alone.

Denki stutters, “S-so, what are you doing here, Tsukauchi-kun?” The dark-haired man looks at the blond with an unrelenting eye.

He clicks his pen and says, “I was hoping you’d be around. I’m here to investigate your involvement with the Shibuya underground omega auctions.”

The blond chuckles nervously. He looks up at you as you place a cup down in front of him and start to pour him tea. He thanks you before returning his gaze to Tsukauchi.

“Um,” he starts. “Yea, I was investigating the Shibuya omega auctions for work, you know?” Tsukauchi nods as he writes that down. You place the teapot down and take a sip of your tea. It’s gone cold now.

You contemplate brewing more tea, but you can see the tension in Denki’s shoulders. Maybe you should stay, you think. You place a reassuring hand on his knee beneath the table. He gazes back at you with wide eyes. You give him a small nod and see the slightest relaxation of his posture.

The detective interrupts your moment by saying, “I’m afraid I don’t know. What kind of investigative work were you doing, Chargebolt?”

Denki rubs the back of his neck as he says, “Just the usual, you know? Reconnaissance.” Tsukauchi nods.

“No engagement from you?” He questions, pen tip paused.

Your alpha shakes his head. “No. Monoma, uh, Phantom Thief and I were undercover. Just observing.” You watch as Tsukauchi scribbles and then takes a sip of his tea.

You’re about to apologise for it being too cold when he says, “And so is that how you met Miss L/n here.” He points to you with the end of his pen. Denki chuckles shortly as he leans over and wraps an arm around you. He draws you into his side protectively. You whine a little at his sudden affection and look up at him with big eyes. He gazes at you briefly before sighing.

He says, “Unfortunately, yes. There’s no use in denying it.” Your alpha squeezes your shoulder before continuing, “I met Miss L/n when I first started investigating the auctions.” Denki looks down at you with pleading “play along eyes”.

You nod and say, “Yes.” You place a hand on the blond’s chest and pout as you continue, “I was kidnapped only a few days after landing in Japan by omega sellers. My time with them was… regrettable.” You look down as those memories flood back to you.

With a sharp inhale, you say, “I met Chargebolt when I was being prepared for auction.”

Denki hums in response and says, “You have to understand, the little bee was so frightened and afraid. She had nowhere to go. And when the opportunity came up, I decided to take her in. Who knows what those other alphas would have done with her, you know? She’s safe here.” You’ve shifted even closer to Denki as he spoke. Now, your head is resting on the side of his chest, nestled beneath his arm. You sniffle as you build on what the blond has said.

“Yes. Yes, I am. The thought of being bought by someone else I—.” Partially fake-partially real tears well in your eyes as you raise your hand to your face. “S-sorry,” you mumble. Denki wraps you in a warm hug, rubbing your back and muttering into your hair that it’s going to be okay.

After a couple of minutes, you gently nudge Denki’s chest with your hands. He moves back, giving you some space to breathe. He thumbs your tears away and tenderly kisses you on the forehead. The gesture makes you smile a downturned, sad smile.

You take a shaky breath in and continue, “Denki an-and all the guys have-have been s-so supportive of-of me. A-and I’m-I’m proud to be t-their omega.” You tear up at the end, burying your face back into your alpha’s chest. If you could only see the expression on his face… He’s smiling so warmly, sincerely hearing your words. He hopes that you aren’t lying about that last part. And you aren’t. And you intend to tell him that later.

“I see,” Tsukauchi says quietly. You can hear the scratching of his pen tip on paper permeating the spaces between your tears and sniffles.

Denki kisses your hair and then says, “If it’s okay, Tsukauchi-kun, I’m just gonna take Miss L/n out to get some fresh air.”

The detective shakes his head and drawls, “No that’s fine. This interrogation is over. I hope your future reconnaissance proves successful. I don’t expect any further direct intervention from you though.” He gives Denki a pointed look to which the blond nods.

He laughs nervously and says, “Of course not. I’ll see you out.” He mutters to you something about being right back and you nod, choking on a sob. He quickly kisses your cheek and gets up with Tsukauchi. You watch their figures become smaller as they near the entrance hall. You take some deep breaths, calming yourself down from your emotional performance.

You wish you could say that was all a lie… But it wasn’t. You really do enjoy being the boys’ omega now and you wouldn’t want it any other way. Sniffling, you place the tea cups back on the tray and take them to the kitchen. You place them in the sink and rinse them, leaving the kitchenware to the side for washing tonight.

You’ve just finished blowing your nose when Denki waltzes into the kitchen, a shit-eating grin plastered across his handsome face.

“That was great!” He exclaims as he walks over to you. He lifts you and twirls you around in his arms, making you giggle and shriek. Denki puts you back down but keeps his hands on your waist.

He continues, “Seriously, I didn’t know you were such a good actor, babe.” You playfully slap his chest as you laugh. He draws you back into his warm embrace and nuzzles your ear with his nose. His head dips into the crook of your neck, getting a good whiff of your sweet scent. You do the same. His tangy scent makes you purr. Without thinking, you begin to rub your scent glands against his, scenting him. The action draws a purr out of his chest, soothing you.

He whispers into your ear, “You are proud to be ours though, right?” Your purring becomes louder with his words.

You say into his skin, “I didn’t lie, Denki. I’m happy and proud to be with you all.” He hums and kisses the shell of your ear.

You two hold each other for a little, just enjoying the other’s arms and presence. You spend the rest of the afternoon making lunch together — don’t think for a second that this grown man can cook, you are 100% doing all of the work — and cuddling on the couch. You even go on a neighbourhood walk together, holding hands and talking about whatever comes to your mind.

That night, Denki brags like there’s no tomorrow about his refined lying skills and your epic crying. His “eat shit” enthusiasm makes you laugh. You’re giggling to yourself as you fry mushrooms, turning them every so often. Their fragrance is like curling tendrils wrapping around the beams and benches of the kitchen.

At last, dinner is served. You are proud of yourself as you set the meal down on the table. This is the first time you’ve cooked for the boys since arriving.

You take off your apron and come back over to the table, finding your plate and bowl already full of food. The sight makes you chuckle softly. Hanta tugs you down beside him by the wrist. He’s been awfully on edge these past few days, and his scent has become even more intense, letting you know his rut will be soon. Admittedly, you’re nervous for when it hits.

You eat mindlessly, not paying attention to what you’re putting in your mouth as you think over what it might be like when it finally happens. He’s been incredibly restrained and respectful during his pre-rut, and you’re hoping that behaviour will continue. The boys notice your daze. Under the table, Hanta squeezes your thigh (not your knee pookie, not your knee). He groans at the soft flesh so tender and pliable beneath his grasp. His sudden touch makes you jump, catching everyone’s attention.

He clears his throat and says with a strangled voice, “You right?” He points at your meal with his chopsticks. “That’s the third time you’ve dropped the same piece of tofu.” You shake your head, still very much aware of how Hanta’s hand hasn’t moved an inch. Your eyes are wide as you flick your gaze up and down, signalling to the cause of your surprise.

You say, “I’m fine. Just thinking.” You bob your leg once, hoping that he catches your meaning. But he seems completely oblivious to what’s set you on edge.

Sighing, you lean over and whisper into his ear, “Your hand.” He grunts and turns his head, your cheeks brushing.

“Sorry,” he mumbles as he removes his hand from your thigh. You pull back, your eyes are on him for a few moments before you return to eating your meal. The peace doesn’t last long, though. You can feel the vibrations of Hanta bouncing his leg up and down next to you. It begins to irritate you because he’s so close to you. Closer than you he was when you first sat down.

“Hanta,” you say. He looks up at you mid-slurp of his miso soup. You continue, “Can you stop moving your leg? It’s annoying.” He hums in response and stops bouncing his leg.

“Sorry,” he says again, quietly. You shake your head.

“It’s fine,” you reassure him.

After dinner, Hanta helps you clean up the table. He washes the dishes while you dry them. You can make out his taut muscles beneath his loose-fitting shirt. The way these flex, the veins in his clenched jaw. Maybe you should have asked Eijiro to help you out instead.

“Sorry,” you say suddenly. He drops the plate he’s washing in the sink, making you flinch. He glances at you, his brow creased.

“For what?” He almost growls.

You start strong but end up mumbling, “For making you so uncomfortable.” You avoid his gaze, focusing on his gloved hands caressing the suds off of the plate. He chuckles derisively. The sound is harsh to your ears; it has you biting the side of your lip as you take the plate from him.

He grunts, “It’s not your fault.”

You shake your head, towelling the wet ceramic. “I can go if—”

You barely register as Hanta moves and traps you against the kitchen bench. His hands are planted on either side of you. Only the plate you hold against your chest separates your bodies. He leans down and rests his forehead against yours.

“The last thing I want you to do is go.” You whine as his nose brushes yours. He’s so close, you can feel his warm breath fanning across your lips. Your eyes are wide open as you stare at him, unsure of how you want things to play out. Is he going to kiss you? You think. If he does, would you be opposed to that? You don’t know.

“Hanta,” you say, pulling back from him. You shake your head at him. “I don’t want to.” He groans at your words and backs off.

“I know I know,” he mumbles. “Sorry, babe.” You laugh it off and let him know that it’s okay, that you understand.

As you walk out of the kitchen, you notice the boys lingering in the hallway. Denki admires one of the wall paintings while Eijiro squeezes an irritated Katsuki’s bicep. You raise your brow at them as you stop behind Denki.

“Were you spying on us?” You say, trying to conceal your smirk. Denki and Eijiro feign ignorance but Katsuki is as blunt as ever.

“Just making sure he doesn’t try anything funny,” he grumbles. You nod and thank them for looking out for you before skipping off to your room, a big grin on your face from their protectiveness. That’s one of the nice things about having several alphas. They’re all so protective of you. Ready to intervene the moment you feel uncomfortable. You giggle as you shut your door behind you.

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okay but like bakugou x seamstress fem!reader. you’re a fashion designer and have your own small label. for every event your husband goes to, he’s in one of your designs that was, of course, made by you.

he groans as you sit on the floor, one knee bent as you push up your glasses. you’ve got your tape measure wrapped around katsuki’s lower leg.

he thinks you look absolutely adorable as you concentrate on taking his measurements. he still finds odd that you insist on always re-taking his measurements every few months, but he's learned to shrug it off and let you have your way.

“i wanna make sure your clothes look good, suki!” you chime. you pushed him back by the shoulders, leading him to the centre of the living room where he now stands, peering down at you.

tingles erupt underneath his skin as your delicate, pin-pricked fingertips run up his shin to his thigh, tape measure gliding through his blond hair. and when you gaze up at him with those pretty lined eyes, he comes undone.

his heart beats calmly as you say, “you’re thighs have gotten bigger.” tch.

he huffs, “what’s that supposed t’mean?” you poke his thigh innocently, meeting his crimson eyes with a similar look.

you grin, “probably because it’s winter.” you gaze back at the tape measure before recording his new measurement in your trusty notebook. you can feel him glaring at you, but you know it’s in jest. you then measure his other leg and hips.

coming to his waist, you giggle, “and your waist has gotten bigger too.”

your husband grumbles, “yea, well, don’t get used to it. by summer, it’ll all be gone.” you look up at him, your palm cupping his cheek as you guide his gaze to yours.

you say sweetly, “but i like you like this.” with your other hand, you poke the fresh fat of his tummy. there’s not too much. just enough so he’s more cuddly now.

“oi! quit it, brat!” he steps back, evading your wandering hands.

you pout playfully, “oh come on, suki! let me finish my measurements, please.” he gives in after a minute of staring down at you, feigning irritation whilst utterly entranced by your soft gaze.

once you finish, you peck him on the cheek and skip off happily to your sewing room to start designing his new suit.

…⊹₊⟡⋆…

at the annual pro heroes gala, no one can take their eyes off your husband. you really outdid yourself this time, sewing his suit to perfection.

you only finished it a few hours ago as you had been making some last-minute alterations. all of the sweat and tiny pricks and screaming as you seam ripped was all worth it as your husband looks delicious. you could take a bite out of him the way the fabric falls over his skin, hugging his 50 pounds of ass and meaty biceps. you can’t decide which one you want to devour first.

seeing your dazed expression, katsuki comes back to you, eager to rid himself of old acquaintances and false pleasantries. he wraps his arm around your waist, drawing you into his side tightly as he mutters into your hairline, “everything okay, sweets?”

you hum, snapping out of it and gazing up at him. you say quietly, “just thinking about how good you look tonight. everyone keeps staring at you.”

katsuki chuckles gruffly, the sound pure ecstasy to your ears. “all because of you, doll.” you shake your head in protest, but your husband grabs your chin and tilts it back. your lips brush lightly, teasingly.

he whispers against them, “why don’t cha let me show you how grateful i am?” you bite on your lower lip as you think over his offer that you’re bound to accept. the little movement drives him crazy. crazy enough to smash his lips onto yours as photographers rapidly snap pictures.

the next morning, you’re sore. there’s no doubt about that. you groan as you roll over, taking in a grinning katsuki as he pulls you close, hand in his phone as he scrolls through twitter.

there are a million comments about you both: your kiss, your incredible design and sewing skills, how hot pro hero dynamight is, how lucky you are to be his wife.

you tilt your head up and kiss his jaw, mumbling into it a sleepy “good morning”. he hums as he tightens his grip on your hips.

after bellowing about a comment he read, katsuki draws you in impossibly closer and kisses your forehead. the heat of his lips lingers on your skin as he peppers kisses down to your ear. he grumbles, “love you.”

you sigh, curling your toes from the warmth spreading throughout your body. “i love you, too.”