pathetic clown girl

​The desk lamp cast a warm, golden pool of light across the stack of hero agency reports and student assessments sprawled across Izuku’s desk.

It was late, the quiet hum of the apartment blanketed by the gentle patter of midnight rain against the windowpane. Izuku sat with his sleeves rolled up to his elbows, his green curls slightly messy from hours of running his fingers through them as he scribbled neat notes in red ink.

​Despite his focus, his attention was completely divided.

Nestled snugly between his lean, muscular thighs, you sat on the soft rug beneath his desk, your small frame curled inward as you rested your cheek against his knee.

​You were feeling overwhelming emotions tonight—the kind of tender, teary overload that often hit you after a long, stressful week.

Izuku, being the gentle hero he was, hadn't minded one bit when you crawled under his desk to be near him. In fact, he loved it. He adored how soft, expressive, and unapologetically affectionate you were. Izuku absolutely adores that you’re a crybaby, brought to tears over everything and anything. It gives him the perfect excuse to curl you tight in his arms, peppering sweet kisses across your hairline while you play in his green curls and let your hot tears trickle down his neck.

​"Izuku..." you sniffled softly, your eyes brimming with fresh, glossy tears as you looked up at him. Your voice was small, choked with a needy hiccup. "Can I... please?"

​Izuku paused his pen mid-sentence, looking down at you with wide, emerald eyes filled with unadulterated warmth. A bright, rosy flush spread across his freckled cheeks, but his expression softened instantly into that reassuring, earnest smile you loved so much.

​"Of course, love," he cooed gently, resting his heavy, calloused hand against the back of your head, his long fingers threading soothingly through your hair. "Whatever you need. I'm right here."

​With trembling, eager hands, you unbuttoned his trousers, pulling down his briefs to free his heavy, rigid length.

He was already semi-hard just from having you so close to his lap all evening. As his thick shaft sprang free, your breath hitched into a soft, shuddering sob. You leaned forward, opening your mouth wide, and took the broad, pre-cum-slicked head straight past your lips.

​"Ah—sweetheart," Izuku gasped softly, his posture straightening as his toes curled inside his socks. His hand tightened in your hair, not to force you, but to anchor himself as you began to take him in.

​Because you were already sniffling and crying, your mouth was extra wet and slick. You didn't hold back out of shyness; you took him deeply and sloppily, wrapping your lips tightly around his girth and letting out wet, sweet hums around his length. The combination of your soft, hiccuping sobs, the wet suction of your mouth, and the messy, uninhibited way you swirled your tongue over his sensitive underside drove Izuku wild.

​"You're... you're doing so good," Izuku whispered down at you, his voice trembling with a mixture of reverence and overwhelming arousal. He stroked your cheek, using his thumb to gently wipe away a hot tear that rolled down your face while you bobbed your head over his shaft. "So wet and sweet for me... m-mmgh, just like that, my love..."

​Every time a tear escaped your eyes, you’d let out a wet, muffled whimper against his shaft, your mouth working over him with a desperate, needy urgency.

Izuku’s breath hitched into ragged pants as you took him deeper, your hot spit slicking his whole length until it dripped down toward his base. He couldn't focus on grading anymore—the red pen slipped from his hand, rolling uselessly across the desk as he leaned over you, murmuring an endless stream of soft, adoration-filled praises into the quiet room.

​"Ah... god, you're so incredible... my sweet crybaby," he whined softly, his chest heaving as you took his entire head to the back of your throat with a wet slurp. "Look at you taking care of me... so pretty..."

​After making him leak and shudder around your lips until he was completely swollen and desperate, you pulled off his shaft with a loud, wet sound, resting your tear-stained cheek against his inner thigh. You were shaking now—the sheer emotional intensity of taking care of him, combined with your needy craving to feel close, leaving you breathless and overwhelmed.

​"Izuku... I need you inside," you sobbed softly, wiping your nose with the back of your hand, your eyes red and shining up at him. "Please... cockwarm me. I want to feel you stretching me..."

​Izuku didn't hesitate for a single second. "Come here, baby. Up on my lap," he cooed, his voice dripping with unconditional sweetness.

​He hooked his lean, muscular arms beneath your armpits, hoisting your soft weight up effortlessly from the floor and bringing you into his lap. You immediately wrapped your arms around his neck, burying your face into the warm crook of his shoulder and letting your hot tears trickle down his chest.

​Izuku shifted you until your bare, wet core was positioned right over his throbbing length. He guided his heavy tip to your entrance, easing you down so slowly, letting your tight walls stretch gradually over his broad width.

​A high, trembling cry tore from your lips as he filled you up completely, your internal muscles clamping tightly around his shaft as you sat flush against his lap.

​"Shh... I've got you. I'm right here, my love," Izuku whispered gently into your ear, his large hands cupping your lower back and pressing you firmly down against him.

He didn't thrust.

He stayed completely still inside you, letting his scorching heat and massive size ground your frantic, emotional energy. "Feel how big I am inside you? I'm completely yours."

​"I-Izuku..." you hiccuped into his neck, your chest heaving against his as your hands tangled tightly into his soft green curls. "It feels... so full... so safe..."

​"I know, sweetheart. Just let it out," he cooed softly, peppering a dozen feather-light kisses across your hairline, your temple, and the tip of your wet nose. He held you steady, his broad chest rising and falling in deep, soothing rhythms that mirrored his heartbeat. "Cry all you need to. I'm holding you tight. I won't let you go."

​For long minutes, you simply perched on his lap, cockwarming him in the warm glow of the desk lamp. Every time your body trembled with a soft sob, your inner walls fluttered around his thick length, causing Izuku’s breath to hitch into quiet, needy groans against your neck. Yet, despite how hard he was, he kept his promise—brushing your hair back, petting your back, and whispering sweet, grounding praise until your frantic sobs slowly turned into quiet, peaceful hiccups.

​Once your breathing finally leveled out, the sensation of him sitting thick and unyielding inside you began to ignite a different kind of heat. You shifted gently on his lap, rolling your hips forward just enough to drag his thick head against your sensitive internal sweet spot.

​Izuku let out a low, breathless gasp, his broad hands tightening on your waist. "A-Ah... baby?"

​"Move with me, Izuku... please," you whimpered against his lips, your eyes still glossy with lingering tears.

​Izuku flushed a deep, vibrant crimson all the way to the tips of his ears, but he nodded eagerly. He began to lift you up and lower you down in slow, agonizingly sweet thrusts, filling you completely with every downward roll of your hips. The slow-burn rhythm was pure, unadulterated bliss—every stroke deep, possessive, and dripping with love.

​"You're... you're so tight, baby," Izuku panted into your mouth, his tongue tasting the salt of your tears as he kissed you deeply, passionately. "So soft... god, I love you so much..."

​The friction built steadily, the wet sound of your slick core meeting his thighs echoing softly beneath the desk. You held onto his broad shoulders, arching your back as a fresh wave of overwhelming love washed over you. The pleasure coiled tight in your stomach, pushing you straight over the edge.

​"Izuku! I'm—I'm coming!" you cried out, your internal walls clamping down in violent, rhythmic contractions around his length.

​Feeling your climax milk him threw Izuku over his own limit. He let out a loud groan, his hips snapping upward three fast, heavy times before burying himself as deep as he could go. He locked his arms around your back, burying his face into your neck as he shuddered violently, spilling his hot, thick release deep inside your pulsing core.

​Afterward, the room returned to a soft, serene silence, broken only by the sound of the rain outside.

​You were still sitting on his chest, completely spent, fresh tears of pure happiness welling up in your eyes as you rested your forehead against his.

​"Hic... Izuku..." you sniffled softly, a watery smile breaking through your tear-stained face. "Thank you... thank you so much..."

​Izuku’s face was bright red, his green eyes shimmering with adoration as he looked up at you. "What are you thanking me for, silly?" he whispered, his thumb gently wiping away a stray tear from your cheek.

​"For... for taking such good care of me," you sobbed happily, burying your face into his neck once more. "You're... you'll always be my hero, Izuku."

​Izuku’s heart swelled so violently he thought it might burst.

He let out a soft, embarrassed squeak, his entire face flushing tomato-red as he wrapped his arms tightly around you, pulling you completely flush against his chest and burying his face in your hair, kissing away every last tear.

​"God, you're going to make me cry now," he mumbled, his voice thick with emotion as he showered your cheeks, forehead, and lips with a hundred sweet, breathless kisses. "I love you so much, my sweet girl. Forever and ever."

you’re supposed to be out tonight with your girls, a monthly club night where you dance, eat and drink. a few of your favourite things in the world. you even sent him a selfie blowing a kiss before you left in your pretty outfit, wishing him good luck on his patrol and hoping he doesn’t get too bored with the low crime rates.

bakugou’s heart spikes, inhaling deeply before standing up. a villain has kidnapped you… someone is out to harm you. he’s already looking around for his gauntlets. he just tugged out of his hero suit but it’s right across the room for him to pull back on.

“what’s wrong with yn?” deku frowns from his seat on bakugou’s sofa. he’s typing up notes from their patrol together. bakugou hushes him again, with a warning finger.

“go on. are you safe?”

“please don’t be mad at me. please don’t be. but i might need you to—,”

“thirty seconds!” a man shouts somewhere down your line.

“who the fuck is that?” bakugou shouts, grabbing his keys and pulling an arm through his uniform. usually he’s levelheaded during missions and patrols. a mobile alert that there’s a villain robbery downtown doesn’t send a pang of panic through him. nor a kidnapping or high risk attack. bakugou’s seen it all. nothing scares him anymore.

but anything to do with you and bakugou’s back to square one. he can barely think straight. every single thought of his is scrambled, spelt backwards and upside down and he needs to get to you now.

“dickhead officer,” you mumble quickly, “okay don’t be mad at me, i need you to come get me at the station. maybe get me out of jail with your hero ways and connections. please. don’t be mad.” 

it’s all in one long ramble and he imagines you at the police station, fingers playing with the loopy wire of the telephone. bakugou freezes in place. his shoulders drop and he relaxes.

the list of reasons why bakugou loves you goes on forever. bakugou himself is yet to find an end to it. he loves your patience with him and his job, how you’re understanding when he needs to leave a date early and interrupts your evenings with heroic phone calls. how you’re always willing to learn something new, like self defence with him in his agency gym. he loves how much you love your friends and family, just like he does his. willing to stand up for them and stand by them. he also loves how you never take any disrespect. not from anybody, to you or others. that is exactly why he struggles to be mad at you right now.

“hah? the fuck did you do?” he pauses, pulling off his hero suit. he doesn’t need it. you already did the work for him.

“why do you assume it was me!?” you whine down the line.

“wasn’t it? why the hell are you in there?” he wants to bark but his tone softens knowing you’re on the other end. you give a dramatic huff that makes him grip the phone tighter for more.

bakugou looks at deku who still stares expectantly, unsure if he should be putting his hero suit on also. bakugou shakes his head.

“i’ll explain when you’re here. come quickly please. it stinks—,”

“ten seconds!” the same voice.

“quick, baby. i love you!” you shout.

“fuck, baby. love y—,”

bakugou shoves his phone in his pocket, letting out a short hearty laugh. 

“is everything okay with yn? did someone hurt her?”

“it’s gonna be the opposite. she’s in jail right now.”

when your boyfriend stops into the police station, with his black boots, black jeans and an oversized grey hoodie, you squeal, running to the bars trapping you inside like an animal. he looks so good, all boyfriend with his hood over his head and bags under his eyes. you even catch him rolling his eyes at you, giving you a nod and lip bite as you jump in excitement.

“katsuki’s here, he’s gonna get us out! we’re saved!” you tell your two friends sitting arms folded in the jail cell with you.

you wave to him and bakugou stomps right over, past the authorised doors and right to your cell.

“excuse me, sir! you can’t just—,”

bakugou turns to the police officer, one eyebrow raised.

“oh! dynamight, why are you here?” the policeman’s face floods a bright pink but both you and bakugou ignore him.

bakugou immediately reaches his hand through the bars, gripping your chin and moving your head side to side.

“he was the one telling me to hurry up on the phone!” you say smushed, “i’m okay! you should see the other girl!”

there’s no scratches on your face. your makeup has smudged and sweated off, just from time and dancing earlier. there is blood on your knuckles however, contrasting against your short little party girl outfit.

bakugou drops his hand with a loud grunt then eyes your friends, who send him jolly smiles and even a wave.

“hey dynamight!”

“thanks for helping us!”

he still has a soft spot for your friends, who look exactly like you. no bruises or scratches. the only proof of a fight is maybe two broken nails on your friend’s left hand and your other friend’s hair is a tamed mess. he often cooks you and them dinner whenever he is around your flat.

“why the hell are you here, baby? again?” he sighs hopelessly. he shakes his head, ignoring the other cells of people eying him suspiciously. 

a prohero visiting a jail cell? probably not his biggest fans.

still you smile at bakugou shyly, “i said don’t be mad!”

“i need to know what happened so i can get you out,” he levels with you.

you huff, looking away from your lover.

“baby. you told me to come quickly. i know you’re fine so what happened?” he soothes, despite the fact you don’t need soothing. he wants to give you a kiss and cuddle, scrub you down in the shower and bring you to bed. 

but you’ve got to be this firecracker.

“you know those girls who hate us? they saw us out tonight and started shouting at us! we weren’t even doing anything! and then you know what happened,” you drawl, grabbing bakugou’s hand though the bars as if he needs convincing.

bakugou fights the smirk off his face. of course he knows your lore and the beefs you have with everyone in your life. there’s nothing he doesn’t know about you. 

“no babe. what happened, huh?”

“she threw the first punch at me! she was chatting shit, so i did too! she tried to punch me, clearly didn’t get me, so then i punched her, it did get her. i’ll admit.” but you struggle to hide your own grin.

one tooth from you and bakugou’s grinning, “then what?”

“it was a little scrap! i had it under control. did the one with the elbow you showed me.”

“yeah? in her stomach?” bakugou eggs on.

you nod, grinning like a kid who’s won an award, “yeah! also some good old hair pulling. if it ain’t broke don’t fix it!”

bakugou does actually let out a laugh at that, rubbing his face with his palm restlessly, “oh shit, baby.”

“but then someone called the police and they got sent to the hospital together and we are… here.”

your friends have the audacity to look pitiful and you join them by pulling him closer by his hand.

“and what do you want me to do, princess?” he smiles devotedly, cheeks high and pink.

“what do you mean? get me out, stupid! use your hero ways, seduce or fight them. legal language. what you did last time!” you say, waving your free hand around like you’re in a position of power here, “i wanna shower.”

“how’s that supposed to teach you your lesson? no fightin’—,” he jokes but you send him a dead stare.

“katsuki, not funny. we wanna go home. look at us,” you pout.

you’re fucking adorable, bakugou thinks. with your little top and tiny skirt. you’re in thick sports socks currently, your shoes under the chair by your friends. your feet hurt he can only assume. he eyes the k gold necklace at your neck. feeling the stare, you subconsciously play with it between your fingers.

“if i let you out, you promise no fightin’?” he plays but you’re back to huffing. so close to stomping your foot.

“katsuki! i said it wasn’t our fault anyway!”

“yeah, yeah, whatever. i’ll see what i can do,” he smirks, fixing his hair. “gimme a kiss.”

you smile, pouting your lips to meet him through the bars. it’s a quick peck, one that has you missing him even though he’s still there.

“i’ll be back in a sec. no startin’ fights while i’m gone.”

“go hero!” 

bakugou slips his calloused palm out of your hand and stuffs his hands in his pockets, smiling back at you before turning around the corner to find an officer.

he fixes his hair under his hood, trying to keep his crush on you under wraps.

bakugou just about hears you say. “katsuki’s going to save us! didn’t he look kinda... that hoodie… yum.”

bakugou is waiting by his range rover when you and your friends fall out of the police station, giggling the same way you do when you leave the club.

your soft smile at katsuki makes his heart skip a beat, his breaths soften. he feels the urge to float over to you, despite the fact you’re already walking towards him.

“thanks for saving us, hero,” you coo, kissing his cheek once he’s close enough. bakugou’s quick to lean into it.

“thanks dynamight! it wasn’t our fault, i swear, dont get mad at yn.” your friend says, her bag and phone back in her hands.

“it was those girls again!” your other friend curses, “i swear once i find them—,”

“okay, okay. get in the damn car, i’ll drop everyone home,” he pretends to be annoyed but you see through it all. 

a fresh breeze swoops your hair back and causes bakugou’s hood to fall off his head. he’s tired and adorable, towering over you with his hand sliding onto your waist like it belongs there.

you take his hand as your friends mumble their thanks again, sliding into the backseat of his car.

“i mean it, ‘tsuki. thanks for getting us, i know you’d rather be in bed now.” you say, reaching up on your tiptoes, shoes back on. you’re still not close enough to his face so he manages by bending down to yours.

“we’re gonna talk about this properly. i hate you gettin’ hurt,” he tries to be stern, like how he is at work with his sidekicks that aren’t fast enough or his emergency team that aren’t precise enough. 

but you are enough. everything about you.

“i said i didn’t get hurt. well, my wrist is a bit sore but aside from that, i’m fine!” you promise, pressing a kiss to his cheek, “i swear!”

“d’you want me to deal with those girls? get mina and momo to tell them to not bother you—,” he tries but you shake your head.

“it’s not hero business, ‘tsuki.”

“you shouldn’t be fightin’ anyone. hero shit or not.”

you slink your arms around his neck and bakugou finds it hard to not let his eyes go half lidded with interest. he leans into you like he’s at home, just the smell of you dragging him closer.

“then they have to stop chatting shit,” you whisper, pecking his pouty lips softly. “i love you.”

bakugou knows he’s not going to win this conversation. he could train you to fight better though. he sighs, ready for a hot shower and bedtime with you.