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if i think about the first couple of times you and bakugou hook up genuinely it's like -5 hp -5 hp -5 hp -5 hp for every second my brain spends visualizing it
i just think it's a lot of disbelief and like continous overwhelming pleasure for him. not even from having sex, i think the first few rolls of your hips against his on the couch have him like kinda gasping into your mouth. forehead to forehead, nose to nose, not even really kissing just breathing against each other. and when he finds the rhythm to match you and is grinding into you slowly and so hard in his pants, he's almost totally oblivious to every single thing else. there is nothing else in the world that exists but you and him on that couch.
and if you kiss him on the cheek and then the temple and move down to his neck, to the soft, sensitive skin of his throat, i think he's fisting the throw pillows and squeezing his eyes shut, distantly trying to tell himself not to make an embarrassing sound out loud. it's like overwhelming how good it feels, nothing else he's ever done before then has made him feel so out of his own mind incredible. he's like a fully exposed nerve you're touching just right.
and with your legs spread open wide to accommodate him, i think he will hesitantly explore the soft skin of your thighs, in sort of awe that you'll let him touch you like that, that you want him to, and everything is so tender and wanting and he thinks it can't possibly get any better—but it all kind of suddenly sharpens when he feels you slipping your hand down his tummy, past the band of his pants. then i think his eyes are shooting open and he's half-gasping, half-groaning out a quiet, "wait, shit—"
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katsuki who can be kind of an asshole sometimes cause he just loves riling you up. he thinks you're adorable. you don't like asking him for things, especially when you're needy. and he knows you well enough for you not to have to ask, but sometimes he just likes hearing it from you.
you're both in bed, scrolling on your phones before you go to sleep when you place a hand on his cheek and give him a real sweet kiss with a deep hunger just barely contained. when you pull back slightly and look at him, gaze full of lust and hope, you expect him to immediately give in and take charge like he normally does.
but when you're met with that cocky smirk that comes out every once in a while, your heart drops––you know what's coming.
you just look at him and his eyes drop to your mouth, back up to your eyes. "what?"
you blink at him, lips so close to forming a pout. he knows what.
he smirk widens though he tries to keep it at bay. "you want something baby?"
you lean back even more and let your hand drop from his face. you let out a huff and pull back completely. "no." you look at your nails, practically pouting to yourself and he's trying not to full on smile, you're just so cute.
"you sure?"
"yes." you basically grumble back and turn your back on him pettily. "m'going to sleep. goodnight."
you hear him place his phone on the nightstand and feel the bed shift as he moves closer to you. you can feel the warmth emanating from him as he presses up against you.
his arm slides around your waist and it feels like your whole body shivers in anticipation. he kisses your shoulder and your body immediately sinks into him, betraying your mind trying to hold your ground and be annoyed with him.
his hand grips your waist and you press back into him, taking a deep breath when you feel that he's already hard. he slides his leg between yours and you gasp. his hand slips to your stomach and you turn back, eyes meeting his, your hand reaching to tug at his hair.
he leans in, lips grazing yours. "tell me the truth baby. what do you want?"
you feel the irritation bubbling back up inside of you, your brows furrowing as you glare at him, but it slips back down when his leg pushes against you just right.
"just...please." you're breathless and whiny already and god it drives him crazy, but he wants you to be vocal tonight, he needs it.
"please what?"
your body tenses up, "god you-" he cuts you off with the feeling of his hand on your stomach sliding down to your waistband, barely slipping past. but it's enough to break your resolve.
your back arches, "please fuck me katsuki, i need it. please?" you're desperate and needy and just the way he wants you.
he smiles against your lips. "there's my girl."
his fingertips slide through your folds just as he kisses you and you both moan into the kiss. his voice takes that soothing but slightly patronizingly sweet tone that gets you wet. "that wasn't so hard was it, sweetheart?"
you whimper and buck into his touch and he laughs. "i'll give you what you need, don't worry."
𝐃𝐘𝐍𝐀𝐌𝐈𝐆𝐇𝐓. isn't stupid. Far from it, actually. He knows exactly what you're doing.
“I like blonde guys.” "Scars aren't a bad thing! I think they make people super hot!" "He's got a nice pair of arms on him, that's for sure."
But it keeps his head big. Keeps his hero ego as big as it is, if not bigger. So the pro hero pretends not to hear it. But he does. Every word, every giggle, and all the fawning between you and your coworkers right outside his office.
"And I love his wings~"
And when you say shit like that, Bakugou knows that you're not stupid either.
He whips around, and you're already staring at him. You're grinning. Letting him know that he stumbled (or did he just walk?) right into your trap. He stomps right up to your desk and drops a heavy hand on the surface. You don't even flinch. You just blink up innocently at him.
"Last time I checked," he grumbles, "I don't have any damn wings."
"Of course you don't." You reply, way too sweet, "I was talking about Hawks."
His jaw clicks. "Stop talking about Hawks and--"
You lean forward and bat your lashes. And if you calling him out didn't do him in, that did. "Talk about you instead?"
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thinking still about old man bakugou im SORRY (not at all) but i know that man is taking psychic fucking damage anytime someone ever assumes he's your dad . lol. like some random cashier going "did your dad find whatever he was looking for?" and the immediate horrified splutter of NOT DAD. 100% NOT THEIR DAD. red from the top of his head to his fucking collarbones lmao <3 careful gramps don't wanna have a heart attack <333
Hiii Nami how are you! It's been ages since I saw you pop up on my dash just wanted to drop by & say Hiii 🥰
Hello my love !! I’m doing alright wby? I hope you’re well and taking care !💗💗 mhm mhm ! I’m mostly lurking and sometimes interacting here and there! So sweet of you to drop by many kisses for you !💗💗💗
whipping this out of nowhere i feel so INSANEEEE im literally gonna throw up thinking abt this goddamn old man
you hear him before you see him—
the slow, careful shift of sheets, the heavy exhale through his nose, a muttered curse as he sits up. it’s barely light, the sky outside tinted blue-grey, and you catch the silhouette of his back— broad, slouched, silver streaks catching soft morning light. he rubs his neck, an old injury bothering him, then scrubs a hand down his face and lets out a low, bone-deep groan.
“fuck. gettin’ old.”
you should be asleep. shouldn’t be watching katsuki fumble for his glasses on the nightstand, shoving them up his nose with a grumble. you definitely shouldn’t be watching the way his sweatpants hang low on his hips, the little flash of tummy where his shirt’s ridden up.
but you are.
and god, you’re squirming, heat pooling low in your belly, cheeks burning.
he stretches, spine popping so loud you almost wince.
“y'good over there?” his voice is rough, sleep-thick, but there’s a glint in his eye when he turns, catching you staring like a lovesick idiot.
you try to hide your face in the pillow, but he’s already smirking, one brow arched, looking all annoyingly handsome with those damn glasses and that messy, silver-laced hair.
“what, y'get off on watchin’ me limp around?”
you just make a strangled sound, mortified, and he laughs, all low and warm.
“sick little freak,” he mutters, fond, sliding back onto the mattress and hauling you close, the aches forgotten now, his lips brushing your ear—
“c’mere. think s'funny? hips still work fine, y'want proof of purchase?”
it’s one of those fridays after work where you rush home to get ready for your date tonight. you’ve only texted your date once today when he texted first with only,
You still good for tonight?
you were definitely still good for tonight. blasting your favourite tunes as loud as possible as you shuffled yourself in a dress that definitely wasn’t weather appropriate— but making up for it with a cute cardigan under your jacket.
now it’s the part you always hate with dates. the bouncing on your feet, a little jig to somehow conserve your body heat’s your fluffy black jacket is wrapped tightly around your waist, with your shoulders lifted so high they practically reach up to your ears. your dress might be short but your boots reach up to your knees and still you’re freezing cold. your heart raps against your chest like you’re about to give a presentation in front of a crowd of people. despite the chill that swipes down your spine, you’re now paranoid a sweat patch has leaked through your cardigan with nerves.
this was your idea to go on a date with your boyfriend but to travel to the destination separately. usually he always drives to pick you up or you for him, but you read somewhere that this anticipation, these nerves, this anxiety is fun for a relationship.
but also you’re excited to see him. what did he decide to wear tonight? will you both like the food? who pissed him off at work today? what will he say about your outfit?
you only saw him yesterday morning but with only a few texts shared between you both today, it feels like a first date. you didn’t think you’d be feeling this again since your first once with katsuki.
also you forgot how much you hated being early and not knowing what direction he’s coming from. knowing he could be watching you without you even knowing. you whip your head from left to right like you’re being stalked but really you’re waiting for the spiky blonde head top of your lover.
your hand is lingering near your bag, about to pull out your phone to send an impatient text when he appears like magic. softly jogging over to you in his long black trench coat which you love to call his ‘kdrama coat’. he was confused at first but after showing him a slideshow of multiple actors in korean dramas wearing the same jacket, he could only pout. “still gonna wear it.”
it feels like you’re in a kdrama now. life in slow motion as he jogs effortlessly, not even out of breath and not a crease in his black shirt. his black slacks still hold a neat black pleat down the centre of his long thick muscled legs. there’s a bunch of pink flowers in his hand and you feel almost positive they’re peonies. bakugou katsuki’s got a soft little closed mouth smile on his lips, having already noticed you before you noticed him.
the blonde slows down, stopping right before you and that’s when his teeth are revealed. a smirk that’s anything but innocent and two ruby gems for eyes that linger on you. his attention heats you right up.
“hello beautiful.”
everything about him is overwhelming for the average person. insane height, insane build with his chunky biceps and bread roll of abs you know is under his shirt. he’s got a face made for magazines with his dewy clear skin and that gorgeous scar that runs across his cheek. he could be the lead of a drama, getting the part purely on his visuals— fuck being a pro hero. this is your romantic male lead. he makes your eyes dramatically roll back just from how good his spiced cologne is.
“hey katsuki,” you hum, stepping so close you’re toe to toe with him. if anyone else was watching, you’re sure they’d say you’re staring at this man like he hung the stars. “why were you running?”
a menial question because he’s doing a lot for you right now. a scratch of his stubble against your cheek as a soft kiss lands on your jaw. then a hand swoops around your waist bringing you in for a hug.
bakugou katsuki was nothing like this on your first date. then he was awkward, excessively swearing, occasionally stuttering and so unromantic. this is a redo, exactly what he should have done if he held the same finesse he has now.
“i knew you were getting pissy waitin’ even though you came early.” you gasp at the word but not a part of you cares when your arms wrap around his waist under his jacket meeting his hug. a kiss on the top of your head, “i got these for you to make up for it. romantic as fuck, right?”
you roll your eyes but it is.
“well i do like peonies,” you mumble but your grin is rising fast. you grab at the flowers stuffing your nose at the top to give them a sniff, “thank you baby.”
“anythin’ for you. now get inside, i saw you freezin’ miles away.” his hands are on your waist, discreetly shoving you in the direction of the door, “next time wait for me inside.”
“i don’t like sitting alone inside!”
“then don’t be so early.” but he can’t get his hands off you, another kiss to your cheek. a soft sigh tumbling through him at the vanilla scent that passes his nose when he does. you mindlessly let go of your jacket, your short pink dress appearing. there’s a slight glitter to it, one that has bakugou fixated. it’s a satisfied grunt that leaves him at the sight of you. when he stands right under the spotlight of the restaurant, you notice how the red of his iris shrinks and his pupil expands, “you look so good. gorgeous.”
his fingers feel at your dress like you’re an art project, “really pretty. i like it.”
you laugh as he’s distracted, about to open the door but he’s quick to do it for you. the heat of the luxury restaurant immerses you, making you shrug your jacket off your shoulders to rest at your elbows. then you remember what he said, “thanks! i found it at the back of my wardrobe.”
he’s about to make another comment, one leaning to much more inappropriate when a waiter walks over to you both, “do you have a reservation with us tonight?”
bakugou sniffs, giving you a once over then turning to the waiter with a nod, “bakugou. seven pm.”
an: felt like writing this. thanks olivia rodrigo. i’ve done bakugou’s version somewhere lol mostly dialogue. angst, fluffy. relationship, pro hero au!
the first time it’s allowed. you’re allowed to go through your boyfriend’s, ex-girlfriend’s instagram. especially when it’s served to you in a people you might know platter.
technically, they were never boyfriend-girlfriend, they just sorta dated and definitely had regular sex. the thought sets your body on fire. has your eyes glued to her professional pro-hero profile picture that has her eyes glowing like those girls on shoujo animes and the fact you share five mutual followers. a couple of your boyfriend’s pro hero best friends. luckily, your boyfriend isn’t on that list.
you grip your phone so tight, sweat forms between your fingers. tapping to expand her profile picture to study the image. pretty, no fuck that, she’s stunningly gorgeous and you’ve always been confident but you’re starting to question, perhaps it’s been a facade. how can you be confident and feel so distraught over his ex-girlfriend.
and you do have to note, she looks nothing like you.
long purple hair, sharp ears that arch to a point at the top, doe like eyes and skin complexion which doesn’t match yours. your heart burns like you have proof of bakugou katsuki, the love of your life, cheating right in front of you.
she’s got millions of followers like the majority of pros. a mixture of professional photoshoots, getty images at galas, adverts she’s in, clips of her saving lives on the news. then her at home with a selfie of her lying on her bed, a night out in a bar across the world with her friends and her with her fucking cat. perfectly posed, perfect angle of her nose, perfect life that matches your boyfriend’s.
you’re not insecure. nobody you know would ever describe you like that. bicep pulsing, urging you to throw your phone across the room when a presence appears behind you as you lounge on the sofa.
“why’re you lookin’ at her instagram?”
you’re facing forward and you’re quick to fix your expression, loosen the grip on your phone, sit up a little straighter. you add a tilt to your tone, a smile plastered on your face.
“she came up on my suggested. just looking.” keeping it simple and sweet. you’re simple and sweet. your blood isn’t boiled green, flushed in your face. you turn to your boyfriend who circles the sofa to sit beside you.
bakugou katsuki is so sexy it hurts. light stubble dusting his jaw, his wheat blonde hair always so soft between your fingers. he’s got these straight dark blonde eyelashes that frame his pretty ruby eyeballs which can get you warm with a single look. there’s a scar from his earlobe to under his plush bottom lip that you love to trace in the bedroom.
he’s in a simple white tee, grey baggy joggers, muscled arms out for a cuddle. you’re quick to snuggle into his arms, face pressed against his hard chest. your phone still glows in your hand though.
“i don’t like you lookin’ at her account. it’s weird as fuck,” he mumbles, grabbing the tv remote on the table beside him.
bakugou smells like his sea salt body wash with his natural sweet caramel scent coming through. you hold him tight.
“why’s it weird?” you ask, playing dumb but you both know bakugou isn’t stupid.
he chuckles but it lacks any humour. he starts to flick through tv channel, before jumping into a streaming app.
“my beautiful girlfriend who i would die for, looking at pictures of a woman i used to fuck? that’s weird for me, babygirl.” then he sniffs, eyes squinted as he reads a movie description. then a kiss lands on your forehead.
“don’t say fuck, katsuki,” you blurt because now images of your love thrusting in and out of this gorgeous pro hero as she lays delicately on her clean white sheets is causing you to froth at the mouth.
but you’re not a jealous person. you don’t get insecure. you know you’re stunning and smart and funny and… fuck.
bakugou can sense something. again, he’s not stupid. there’s this crease between your eyebrows like you’re deep in thought, in a completely different room than here with him.
“baby,” he whispers and he’s stealthy, quick. grabbing your phone from your hand to switch the screen off and place on the ground. then he flips you onto your back on the sofa. his lips are soft on your neck, nipping your skin lightly which causes a ticklish giggle ripple through you.
“i missed you today.”
distraction, bringing you back to him. your arms circle around his neck as he rests on his forearms on either side of your arms.
“i’d miss me too,” you grin, “what did you miss? specifics only.”
your phone is forgotten, her face is out your mind as you succumb to bakugou’s touches that switch between soft, loving and delicious.
bakugou can ignore the first time he caught you going through his ex-something’s instagram. but the second time and he is completely and utterly confused. you’re sitting in the passenger seat of his car and he can see her face glowing on your phone through the window.
he’s so confused, he knocks on your window with a single knuckle with an incredulous, “babe?”
you react immediately turning your phone off and stuffing it between your thighs like you’ve been caught handling illegal contraband. bakugou circles his range rover to slide in the drivers seat.
your heart raps against your chest as you wait for him to speak. embarrassment… like you’ve fooled him into thinking you’re this confident girl when you’re not.
“do we need to talk about this? i haven’t spoken to her in years.”
he’s looking over at you while you turn to look out the window.
“i’m allowed to look at things on my phone, katsuki,” you mumble rather childishly.
“you’ve got that same sad look like last time i found you. talk to me about it. what are you thinkin’?”
a large hand lands on your thigh, squeezing like he’s trying to knead information out of you. the heat from the aircon fogs the windows so now you have nothing to look at.
you give him one of your usual grins. carefree, effortless, natural… usually. now, you’re anything but.
“a girl gets curious. you’re never searched for one of my ex-boyfriends?”
his nose wrinkles in disgust, “fuck no. you’re with me now.”
so simple with him. annoyingly simple.
you roll your eyes and it doesn’t come out as playful as you think. a hot hand on your jaw and his face is right in front of you.
“tell me what you’re thinkin’. i can see through whatever the fuck you’re doing right now.” his ruby eyes feel like lasers, scanning your soul for the truth. you squeeze your eyes shut.
he sighs but there’s patience beneath it, “baby.”
“i just got curious and she’s always suggested to me by instagram…,” you don’t want to admit more. you keep your eyes closed.
“and? i know there’s more.”
“i can’t tell you everything. some things can stay mysterious between us.” you open one eye and his pretty face is there. lips parted and in clear deep thought.
“that is not the answer i was expectin’.”
you back track, flustered, “no i mean like… my thoughts about your ex girlfriend should stay between me and my girls, you know? i wouldn’t want to tell… you.”
his hand slips from your jaw to grab both your hands in both of his. bakugou doesn’t like the sound of what you’re saying. he hangs his head down for a few seconds and then up to you, biting your lip at him. nervousness is written all over you.
“i don’t like you like this. i don’t talk to her anymore, i never see her and… and i love you. i show you that, right?” his thumb strokes the back of your palm.
you have no clue how you ended up with a man like this. worry shakes through his eyes, questioning if it’s his behaviour that’s really the issue here. it’s not.
“you do. i love you too. i promise… it’s just that.”
bakugou shakes his head at you, “please fuckin’ tell me. i can fix it.”
the hero, the fixer, your lover.
“i’m just a teeny, tiny, little bit jealous.” and you release a sigh that’s like weight off your shoulders. you’ve started and now you can’t stop. “she’s gorgeous and you both have the same job. probably way more in common than me and you. she models and she’s in that new perfume advert and she some how looks like she’s the strongest woman in the world just from doing pilates? how is that possible? and then, then i think about you kissing her and her hands through your hair and how you both would look having sex and it… i fucking hate it.”
you’re out of breath by the end of it and when you focus back on katsuki and out the warzone in your head, bakugou is shocked. almost comical with his eyes wide and mouth parted just a little. his lips move to speak but nothing comes out.
“oh my god,” you lean forward to hide your face in his chest. everything you say is muffled in his black woollen jumper, “ignore what i just said. i’ve never been like this before, it just makes me angry to think anybody has touched you. i’ve always been so fucking sure of myself and now i’m just a little…”
bakugou’s listening to every single word pour out of you. his voice is deep and gravelly, “a little what?”
you feel the rumble of every syllable, “lost. confused. envious. i feel like a fraud. an evil witch, ‘ki.”
at that bakugou laughs, sweetly asking, “how are you a fraud, babygirl?”
“‘cause i don’t care what people think of me, i don’t compare myself to others, i know who i am but i feel so insane now.”
bakugou pulls you away from his chest to look at you properly. he’s got a cute sympathising yet understanding smile on.
“i hate that i told you this,” you bite down on your bottom lip and you’re sure it’s red raw at this point.
“you drive me insane. why the fuck do you think i said i wouldn’t look for your ex? i’d be climbin’ on walls, findin’ out where he lives.” he nuzzles his nose against yours before kissing your cheek. “‘m gonna show you i love you more—,”
“no, i know you do—,”
“and you’re not an evil gremlin.”
“i said witch!”
“you’re allowed to be multifaceted. but feelin’ like this over her is pointless. i get it though. i really fuckin’ do.” he sighs softly and you’re staring at him like he holds all the answers to the universe. “you’re everythin’ to me and just ‘cause we have the same job it doesn’t mean shit. we fight villains, that’s it.”
then a pause, “i want you to block her account, baby.”
you pout, “what if she comes across my account and sees i’ve blocked her. how embarrassing.”
“that or you’re imaginin’ me and her fu— havin’ intercourse.” he taps your temple with his finger, “better for your mental.”
you lean back in your seat, still with his hand in yours. “i know you’re right. i’ve never been like this before. i’ve ever cared for exes in the past.”
he drags your hand to his lips, two kisses, “guess i’m lucky i get all your crazy, huh?”
you narrow your eyes at him, “you just said you’d be the same!”
“worse, babe. i’d wanna rip his throat out,” he grins at you, fangs showing, hair pushed back off his forehead. sexy.
you roll your eyes, this time successfully playful. “take me home, katsuki. my bum is going numb in this seat.”
he listens, pressing the button to start his car. a soft rumble commences though he turns to you, “you needa tell me this shit though. how you’re feelin’ too.”
you exhale, rolling your shoulders back. it’s true, you feel a hundred times better. lighter, truly. she is beautiful and talented but so are you, just in different ways. you have no reason to imagine them do anything because right now he’s looking at you, desperately like he wants to start showing you how much he loves you now.
“yeah, i will. sorry about that.”
a kiss on your cheek, you turn and it’s a kiss on your lips. it doesn’t go any further but it has you humming into it all the same. his hand cradles your jaw, laying a couple kisses there.
when you pull away he’s smiling again, his flirty one that gets you tingling all over, “you’re my crazy fuckin’ insane girl. so gorgeous and crazy.”
you shove him away and it’s only because he chooses to move why he does, “we aren’t making this a thing!”
“my little witch then? drives herself insane ‘cause she loves me.”
bakugou winks at you and you hate how it makes you blush.
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tonight i bring u dad bkg who just wants to fuck his wife . tomorrow? who knows. (probably more bkg it's all i do)
it’s hungry, the way he’s got you— katsuki’s mouth all over you, teeth on your shoulder, breath hot against your throat, hands everywhere, greedy and starved. the sun isn’t even up but you can feel it— his need, your own. the room is cool, but every inch of you he touches burns.
you’re spread out beneath him, legs bracketed around his hips, one hand fisted in his wild morning hair. katsuki’s biting off his own sounds, gritting his teeth to keep quiet, rutting slow and desperate. you keep arching into him, biting your lip so hard you might bruise.
“god, baby, fuck.” he whispers, so close you can feel his voice more than hear it, his hips rocking against you, his fingers tangled with yours, your other hand clamped over your mouth so you don’t cry out for the whole house to hear.
he’s shaking, sweating, muttering filth into your ear— and you’re both about to come, strung out and so, so close. you can feel him tense, that ragged, trembling edge where he’s about to lose it, and he can feel you right there with him.
and then—
that tiny voice, floating from down the hall:
“… mama?”
you both freeze— katsuki’s eyes blown wide, panic and pure devastation in his face.
“he’ll go back to sleep,” he gasps, rutting his hips once more, desperate, “just a sec, babe, please, i’m so fucking close—”
but then the door handle rattles.
a second soft, and more insistent, “mama?” follows.
the two of you jump— a full-body, heart-stopping jolt. heads bonk together in your mad scramble for decency, you yelping and clutching your forehead, katsuki cursing under his breath, caught mid-thrust and now halfway off the bed.
he’s quick, but not quick enough to avoid smacking his forehead into yours a second time as you both try to untangle. he curses again, but then he softens instantly, cradling your face and kissing your forehead (right where it hurts) with a breathless, sheepish, “sorry, babe, shit— my skull’s a weapon.”
you snort, muffling laughter into your pillow, and hiss at the ache, eyes watering as you hear your little boy outside the door.
rock-paper-scissors is out the window; katsuki’s already grabbing for pyjama pants, grumbling the whole way, but his eyes are softer than you’ve ever seen. “don’t think this gets you off the hook. you owe me. i’m collecting during nap time.”
you stick your tongue out, shameless, watching his back as he pads to the door.
he opens it a crack, hair wild, eyes tired but warm. “what’s up, bud? s’early y’know? me ‘nd mama were sleepin’.”
kichiro blinks up at him, fox plush squished against his chest. “wanna make pancakes, papa. but i want mama.”
katsuki sighs, defeated cause he wanted mama too, and just shakes his head, reaching down to ruffle kichiro’s hair— his hair, copied and plastered onto his sons little head. “yeah, alright. mama's sleepin', gotta let her or she'll get cranky 'rember? gimme a sec, buddy.” the kid nods, shuffles off toward the kitchen, and katsuki throws one last look over his shoulder— full of promise, of bratty pettiness, but mostly affection. “nap time” he mouths, pointing at you with a mock glare.
you grin into the pillow, heart pounding, equal parts frustrated and full. because, really— this is everything you wanted. messy, chaotic, too much love to fit in one bed.
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