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Like imagine best friend bakugo entering your dorm RIGHT after you've had your biggest orgasm ever and he keeps talking to you and asking you questions but you're too into that post orgasm bliss to process anything he's saying, you're just on your bed still looking at the sealing, vibrator still under the covers
- bakugo I'm not gonna lie to you I've just had the biggest orgasm of my life and I'm too fucked up to understand anything you're saying
And bakugo just stands there in complete shock unable to move, tent forming in his pants now that he's noticing one of your tits is out, how you're all blushed and sweaty, and by the way the blanket hits you he can tell you're not wearing panties....
Idk just a thought 🫠
ᝰ.ᐟ cw: suggestive, pwpish, implied masturbation (f), brief sex toy mention, brief flustered attraction, partial nudity, post orgasm, accidental interruption, mutual embarrassment, blunt!fem!reader, best friend!bakugo, bakugo is painfully awkward
oh nonnie, your MIND. i like the way you think. i feel like it would take him a lot to not realize the situation because bkg is nosy — and he notices EVERYTHING. so maybe like he’d be barging into your room ( rather it be you guys are roommates or you guys got to the point where he has a copy of your key ) and he’s just ranting as always because he’s a loser … loser roommate bestfriend bkg — and he’s too caught up in it then it suddenly hits him and he loses his train of thought and he’s like awkward. then he’s embarrassed. like why is HE the one who suddenly doesn’t know where to look !?
let’s envision this, walk with me.
“fuckin’ hate these people !” you hear him grumbling before your door swings open harder than necessary and it’s just katsuki barely even knocking before walking in and already talking as always.
he looks overly irritated — annoyed enough to need an audience as he runs a hand through his spikes with a huff.
“…this dumbass had the nerve to act like it’s my fault because apparently i’m too ‘hard to approach,’ which doesn’t even make sense because if somebody needs somethin’ they can just fuckin’ ask.” he shuts the door behind him with his foot and he keeps talking.
“…like i don’t get why people always do that passive aggressive shit instead of just sayin’ what they feel—”
you suddenly exhale in the middle of his rant, breathless as your chest rises and falls underneath your blanket. the vibrator’s buzzing slowly coming to an end faintly under the covers right against your slick pussy, sending little aftershocks through your post orgasm haze. you look … disgruntled and gone. in a good way, of course.
your skin is all blushed and sweaty, one boob fully exposed where the blanket slipped down, and the way it drapes over your hips makes it obvious you’re not wearing any panties.
katsuki finally falls silent, irritated because usually you would’ve already said something by now, made a face, or you’d interrupt him halfway, huffing out a laugh and calling him a drama king. yet, here you are flat on your back with one arm over your eyes while you shuffle your blanket higher onto your body.
“the hell’s wrong with you ?” he grunts out, raising a brow and all you simply say is, “is it really all that serious ?” you sound exhausted and his brows pull together.
you peak from under your arm, and your eyes move toward him slowly. katsuki looks exactly the same as always, standing there with his arms folded.
his first thought at the moment honestly isn’t what happened. it’s really are you sick. “…are you good ?”
“yes- yeah ?” your voice sounds so … weird and he notices, his expression shifts a bit, he’s more focused now. “…are you sick ?”
you sigh wishing he’d just get out already, “…no.”
he stands there for a second longer before clicking his tongue. “…did somebody say something ?” you then laugh a little at that and it comes out dry, causing his face to twist. “why’re you laughin’ …?”
your head turns slowly as you lift your arm slightly off of your eyes. then your voice comes out weirdly delayed, “…kats.”
“…yeah ?”
you stare at him for a second then scoff, sitting up slowly. “i’m not even gonna lie to you,” he waits and you swallow. “i … just had the biggest orgasm of my life and i dunno what you’re saying.”
katsuki then falls silent, complete, absolute, silent and his face goes blank.
there’s this horrible stretch of time where he becomes painfully aware that maybe he should not be in here right now, not even realizing the tent forming in his sweats as his eyes finally drag over your blushed sweaty skin, the silhouette of your tit, and the way the blanket falls against your hips, showing a hint that you’ve got nothing on underneath.
his dick then twitches hard in his pants (un)fortunately at the sight.
he really can’t help himself — the way his gaze stays on you, his dick thickening by the second and pushing against the fabric even more despite himself, how perverted of him ? and then his eyes finally snap to the wall.
you blink slowly, pulling up the blanket a lil more. “can you like … g-get out ?”
his mouth opens and closes as he turns toward your door as if he’s in time out. “are you serious ?” he groans, deeply embarrassed.
“well yes !” you huff out, sitting up slightly, “i didn’t know you were coming !”
katsuki then has the nerve to grimace, “…w-why the fuck would you tell me that !?”
“…because you asked ? and i thought you should know …”
he squints at your response, still standing there trying to remember why he even came in. his brain is really truly buffering. “…okay, cool,” he utters out awkwardly then pauses, “…good for you.”
he still doesn’t move despite himself because now leaving feels weird but staying feels just as bad and you just stare at him before mumbling, “…what were you even talking about ?”
katsuki continues to stare at the door. “i …i don’t remember,” the room goes quiet for a second before he points aggressively toward the door without turning around to glance back at you, “y’know, normal people lock their doors.”
you glare at him and roll your eyes, a slight pout appearing on your lips. “…you never knock anyways.”
“that’s not the point.” he grunts and adjusts his pants before he reaches for the handle as he hears you basically growl, waddling out before you can throw something at him while yelling at him to get out.
and then he goes to deal with his situation in his roooom, yay !
if you’re roommates you’d probably hear groaning coming from his room …
༉‧₊˚. summary: bakugo and deku's new assistant has more to her than meets the eye..
༉‧₊˚. warning/s: smut, mdni, 18+, improper use of quirk, p in v, vaginal sex, praise, condescending praise, degradation, soft!dom izuku, switch!katsuki, stubby!reader, freak!reader, use of dom/sub dynamic, use of pet names, use of y/n, f!reader, boss x assistant dynamic, threesome, oral (m receiving)
༉‧₊˚.w/c: 3.3k~
The agency never slept. Even at 10 p.m., the top floor hummed with post-patrol energy—reports being filed, strategy sessions running long, the occasional explosion from the training rooms downstairs. You had been the new administrative assistant for four months, handling everything from scheduling joint operations to making sure the coffee machine didn’t run dry. Quiet, efficient, and painfully timid. You spoke softly, avoided eye contact with the bigger names, and kept your head down. Especially around Dynamight and Deku.
Bakugo Katsuki and Midoriya Izuku were legends. Pro heroes at the top of their game, co-leading one of the most effective units in the city. They bickered constantly but moved like extensions of each other in the field. You noticed them. Everyone did. But you stayed professional. A polite nod in the hallway. A quiet “Here are the updated files, Bakugo-san” when dropping things on his desk.
The first crack in that wall happened during a brutal rainstorm in late autumn. Most staff had gone home. You stayed late to finish digitizing old incident reports. The door to the main office slammed open. Bakugo stormed in, gauntlets still faintly sparking, soaked uniform clinging to him. Midoriya followed, looking equally worn but offering a tired smile.
“Fucking paperwork,” Bakugo snarled, dropping a thick folder on the nearest desk. Water dripped from his hair.
You startled but stood quickly, taking the folder with steady hands despite your racing heart. “I’ll process these tonight, Bakugo-san. The digital backups will be ready by morning.”
Midoriya rubbed the back of his neck. “Thanks. You don’t have to stay so late. We can handle some of it tomorrow.”
“It’s fine,” you murmured, eyes on the folder. “I don’t mind.”
Bakugo stared at you a second longer than necessary. “You always this quiet, assistant?”
You nodded, cheeks warm. “Usually.”
He grunted. Midoriya just watched with that thoughtful green gaze.
After that, they started noticing you more. Small things at first. Bakugo would slam reports down but mutter a gruff “thanks” when you had them organized perfectly. Midoriya would stop by your desk with extra coffee on long days—“You like it with two sugars, right?”—and chat about nothing important. How the new support gear was performing. How the weather affected quirk control.
You stayed shy. Soft smiles. Timid answers. But you were good at your job, and they respected that.
One night, three weeks later, Midoriya found you in the break room after everyone else had left. You were reheating leftovers, shoulders tense from staring at screens all day.
“Rough shift?” he asked gently, leaning against the counter.
You shrugged, voice quiet. “Just a lot of incident reports from the east district raid. I’m almost done.”
He sat down across from you, green eyes kind. “You’re really thorough. Most assistants burn out fast here. You don’t.”
The compliment made your cheeks heat. “I like making things easier for everyone. Especially you two. You work so hard.”
Bakugo appeared in the doorway then, arms crossed. “Flirting with the staff, Deku?”
Midoriya laughed softly. “Just talking. Join us?”
To your surprise, Bakugo did. He dropped into the chair beside you, close enough that his knee brushed yours. “You eat this shit every night? No wonder you’re so quiet. Need real food.”
From then on, the three of you fell into a routine. Late nights turned into shared meals. Bakugo’s sharp comments softened into gruff teasing. Midoriya drew you out with gentle questions about your quirk (minor telekinesis for organizing files and small objects) and your life outside the agency. You stayed timid around others, but with them you started opening up in small ways—dry little jokes, soft laughs when Bakugo ranted about “extras” in the field.
Winter brought the first real shift. A massive villain attack kept the agency running for three straight days. You worked overtime without complaint, making sure meals were delivered to their floor and reports were filed instantly. When it ended, Bakugo cornered you in the elevator.
“You didn’t have to pull all-nighters for us, dumbass.”
You looked up at him, timid but honest. “I wanted to. You both keep the city safe. Least I can do.”
Midoriya was waiting in the lobby. The three of you ended up at a quiet ramen place nearby. No one spoke much at first. Exhaustion sat heavy. But Bakugo paid for your bowl without asking. Midoriya walked you home, making sure you got inside safely.
That night, your phone buzzed.
Unknown Number: This is Bakugo. Save it. Don’t work yourself dead next time.
Midoriya: Thank you for everything this week. Get some rest. We’ll see you Monday.
The texting started casually. Work updates. Memes Midoriya thought you’d like. Bakugo sending photos of shitty agency coffee with complaints. It felt easy. Safe.
Spring arrived, and so did the first date.
They asked together, cornering you after a staff meeting. Midoriya nervous but determined. Bakugo blunt as ever.
“We’re interested,” Bakugo said. “In more than late-night paperwork and shitty ramen. You in or what?”
Midoriya elbowed him. “What he means is… we like spending time with you. A lot. Would you want to try dating? Both of us?”
You froze, cheeks burning, heart pounding. Shy, timid you didn’t do this. But looking at them—Bakugo’s sharp but sincere gaze, Midoriya’s soft hope—you nodded. “Yes. I’d like that.”
The first official date was simple. A private rooftop dinner arranged through agency connections. City lights spread out below. Bakugo cooked—spicy grilled meat and vegetables, nothing fancy but perfect. Midoriya brought flowers, small and thoughtful.
You were nervous, fiddling with your sleeves. “I’m not very exciting,” you admitted quietly. “Compared to hero work.”
Bakugo snorted. “Bullshit. You keep this whole damn agency from falling apart. That’s more than most extras manage.”
Midoriya smiled warmly. “We like you exactly how you are. Quiet doesn’t mean boring.”
The night ended with careful kisses. Midoriya sweet and lingering. Bakugo rougher, but pulling back when you got shy. No pressure. Just warmth.
Dating them was a slow bloom. They were busy pros, but they made time. Bakugo would drag you to the gym on weekends, spotting you on weights and grumbling when you got too timid to push harder. “C’mon, don’t hold back. I know you’ve got more in you.” Midoriya took you on quiet walks through parks, holding your hand and talking about everything—quirk theory, old memories, future plans. He noticed when you got overwhelmed at agency events and pulled you aside, murmuring soft reassurance until you relaxed.
Publicly, you stayed the same shy assistant. Polite smiles. Soft voice. Behind closed doors at their apartment, things grew more intimate. Cuddles on the couch turned into heated makeouts. They were patient with your timid pace, never pushing. Bakugo’s hands would roam but stop at any hesitation. Midoriya would praise you constantly—“You’re doing so well,” “So pretty like this”—until you melted.
You cooked for them sometimes, simple meals that made Bakugo grunt in approval and Midoriya beam. Movie nights where you ended up sandwiched between them, their warmth chasing away the shyness. They learned your quirks—how you liked your tea, the way you fidgeted when anxious, the soft laughs you let out when Bakugo’s rants got ridiculous.
One night, after a tough patrol, they came home exhausted. You had dinner waiting and the living room set up with blankets. Bakugo pulled you into his lap without a word, face buried in your neck. Midoriya curled against your side, hand in your hair.
“You’re too good for us,” Midoriya murmured.
“Damn right she is,” Bakugo agreed, voice muffled. “Don’t let it go to your head, assistant.”
You just smiled softly, content.
Two and a half months in, the dam broke.
It was another rare night off. The three of you on the oversized couch, a half-watched movie playing. Bakugo’s hand rested possessively on your thigh. Midoriya traced patterns on your arm. The touches had been getting bolder—hands slipping under shirts, kisses turning hungry—but you’d stayed relatively tame, letting them lead.
Tonight, the heat felt different. You shifted restlessly, heat pooling low. The shy mask you wore cracked.
“I need to tell you something,” you said quietly, voice timid even now.
Bakugo paused the movie. “What?”
Midoriya turned fully toward you, attentive. “You can tell us anything.”
You took a deep breath, cheeks burning. “I’m not… as shy as I seem. Not when I feel safe. In bed, I mean. I like it intense. Rough. I’ve been holding back because I didn’t want to freak you out. But I want… more. I want you to use your quirks. I can ttake it. I want to feel it.”
Silence stretched for a beat.
Bakugo’s grin was slow and feral. “Well fuck. Our sweet little assistant’s been hiding a freak side.”
Midoriya’s eyes darkened, but his voice stayed soft, that gentle dominance slipping in. “You don’t have to hide with us. Ever. If that’s what you need, we’ll give it to you. Safely. You tell us if it’s too much.”
You nodded, already aching. “Please.”
They moved you to the bedroom with careful hands. Clothes came off slowly at first—your shirt, then Bakugo’s, Midoriya’s—revealing skin and muscle honed by years of hero work. You felt shy again for a moment, arms crossing over your chest, but Bakugo clicked his tongue.
“None of that shit. Let us see what’s ours.”
Midoriya guided you onto the bed, laying you on your back. “Breathe, sweetheart. We’ve got you. Such a good girl for telling us what you want.”
Bakugo settled over you first, knees bracketing your hips. He leaned down, biting a mark into your collarbone. “Gonna give our little freak exactly what she asked for. But you beg nice, yeah?”
You whimpered. “Please, Katsuki.”
He smirked, palm hovering over your chest. Small, controlled explosions danced across your skin—tiny pops of heat and pressure that made your nipples harden instantly. You arched with a soft moan.
“Fuck, she’s sensitive,” Bakugo muttered. “Look at her squirming already.”
Midoriya’s hand slid between your legs, spreading you open. Two thick fingers teased your entrance while he watched your face. “Already so wet for us. That’s my good girl. So eager. You’ve been thinking about this for a while, haven’t you?”
You nodded frantically. “Yes—please, more.”
Bakugo pushed two fingers into you roughly, curling them deep as small sparks pulsed against your clit. The combination of stretch, heat, and vibration had you crying out, hips bucking. Midoriya added a third finger, stretching you wider, voice low and praising. “Taking us so well already. Such a perfect little thing. I’m so proud of you for asking for what you need.”
They worked you open together until you came hard, clenching around their fingers with a broken sound. They didn’t stop. Bakugo flipped you onto your stomach, pulling your hips up.
“Ass up. Time to fuck you properly.”
Midoriya knelt in front of you, hand gentle but firm in your hair. “Open for me, sweetheart. Let me feel that pretty mouth while he ruins you.”
You took him eagerly, moaning around his length as Bakugo thrust in from behind in one smooth motion. “Shit—greedy cunt sucking me in. Knew you were a slut for this.”
He set a rough pace, small explosions popping against your hips and ass with every thrust—heat blooming, pressure adding delicious sting. Midoriya fucked your mouth slowly, praising constantly. “That’s it. Such a good girl taking both of us. Look how well you’re doing. I love seeing you like this—full and desperate.”
The contrast wrecked you. Bakugo’s degrading growls mixed with Midoriya’s soft, condescending praise until you came again, harder.
They switched. Midoriya pulled you into his lap, sinking you down onto him with a groan. “Easy, baby. Take all of me. Good girl—just like that.” One For All hummed under his skin, strength holding you exactly where he wanted as he thrust up hard, controlled power making your eyes roll back.
Bakugo moved behind, slick fingers prepping you. “Gonna take us both. Breathe through it, freak.”
The stretch when he pushed in alongside Midoriya was intense. You panted, overwhelmed but needy. They found a rhythm—Bakugo rough, Midoriya steady and deep. Quirks active the whole time. Sparks dancing across your skin. One For All pressure points lighting up nerves. You came twice more before they did, Bakugo first with a curse, Midoriya right after, filling you while murmuring praise.
Aftercare was thorough. They cleaned you gently, wrapped you in soft blankets, fed you water and snacks. Bakugo grumbled about “hydration, dumbass” but held you close. Midoriya kissed every mark, whispering how perfect you were.
“You’re full of surprises,” Bakugo said later, voice rough but warm. “Good ones. Don’t hide that shit from us again.”
Midoriya nuzzled into your neck. “We love all of you. The shy assistant and the one who wants us to wreck her. We’re keeping every part.”
You smiled softly, tucked safely between them. Timid in the daylight, free with them in the dark. It was exactly right.
Synopsis: When you’re invited to a pool party with your sexy, famous hero boyfriend, you’re more than happy to wear your usual oversized T-shirt and shorts combo. But when your man notices how much you appear to be a fish out of water surrounded by all of the bikinis, he is more than happy to ease those insecurities and show you how sexy you are…no matter who sees.
Warnings: 18+ (MDNI); Established Relationship; Aged Up!Deku (Early 20s-30s); Reader Is Chubby/Plus-Sized; Body Insecurity; Deku Is A Great BF; Sneaky Sex; Bathroom Sex; Dom!Deku x sub!Reader; Spanking; Mild Oral (Giving & Receiving); Doggy Over The Sink; Public Sex; Daddy Kink; Deku Is A FREAK; Dick Piercing/Nipple Piercings; Mutual O; Creampie; Aftercare; Getting Caught (tee hee!); Possible Foursome?
Disclaimer: I own none of the characters mentioned in this fic. However, as this is my writing, I do not give permission for my work to be reposted on any other sites that are not from my own accounts. Thank you!
Writer's Note: Happy 4th of July to all who celebrate!! 🥰🧨 I felt like writing some nasty shit about my favorite broccoli boi after seeing the art above of him. Enjoy & remember: ALL BODIES ARE SUMMER BODIES. GO PUT ON THAT BIKINI NOW. -Jazz
Credits: Credits to this sexy ass fanart all go to soeduh_ on Twitter! Please follow them HERE! Divider made by @junabuggy!
"Baby!" your boyfriend calls from outside the bathroom door. "You still in there? We have to leave in, like, ten minutes!"
You turn away from your reflexion in the full length bathroom mirror, your heart thumping in fear that your man will open the door. "U-Uh, okay, babe!" you stammer. "Hold up! Just a minute!"
You turn back to look at the full-figured woman standing before you wearing the string bikini that for some reason you were so tempted to buy from the mall. It is a bright sunshine yellow with a thong bikini bottom that certainly does make your plump ass look immaculate.
But the other stuff? They don't make you feel the least bit immaculate. Or sexy or hot or whatever else your boyfriend always calls you.
As you zero in on each part of your body, you're hyperaware of each flaw, like the way your titties sag slightly in your bikini cups. Or how prominent your cellulite looks on your thighs. Or how your tummy protrudes under the strings of your bikini bottom, all rolls and love handles.
You raise your chubby arms, frowning at the hanging flesh there, and then poke your stomach. All soft flesh. You feel so...exposed. Though you're aware every girl at Bakugou and Mina's pool party will probably be wearing the same thing, you feel like you can't.
You bought this bikini specifically for this pool party a week ago and thought you looked good in it beforehand, but as you stare at yourself in the full-length mirror now, all you can think about is ripping it off and returning it (because you kept the receipt).
What were you thinking? And what was Izuku, your sexy, hot pro hero boyfriend with abs and a firm ass to die for thinking calling you hot in this?!
"I can't wear this," you whisper to yourself. But as you begin to reach back to untie the bikini top, feeling uncomfortable and itchy in it, you're interrupted again.
Knock, knock, knock!
"Baby, we're down to five!" Izuku hollers. "Is everything alright?" He sounds worried which isn't good. Quickly, you run the sink water on high. "Y-Yeah!" you stammer. "Sorry, I just spilled water on the floor. I'll meet you outside."
Your heart thumps wildly, hoping he won't come in and see you trying to take your bathing suit off. You know he'll protest, your sweet, supportive Izuku. You still wonder how you managed to bag a guy like him.
"Well...okay," he reluctantly replies. "I'll pack the sunscreen for you and get the AC runnin'!"
When he finally leaves, you sigh in relief. You don't want your boyfriend coming in and seeing you crash out over a bathing suit. You look at the shirt and denim cut-offs sitting on the edge of the bathtub. Your saving grace.
When you pull on the oversized shirt and shorts over your bikini, though it allows you the coverage and hiding you crave, you also feel...weird. Trapped. Unconfident. You hate how you feel.
But you don't have time to wonder why with the clock winding down. Quickly, you grab your pool bag and flip flops before hurrying to meet your boyfriend in the driveway.
Izuku is leaning against his dark green sports car when you show up outside. He looks like a damn catalogue model standing there in the bright sun, his Raybans on his eyes and only wearing his trunks and a tight white tank top. Your lick your lips at the light dusting of freckles across his broad shoulders and chest, his muscles so prominent and yummy.
"Ready!" you announce, plastering on a big, fat smile. He smiles at the sight of you...but then that smile quickly fades. He looks put off at the sight of you. "What's up?" you ask.
Those emerald eyes still look confused as they roam over your outfit. "Uh...nothing!" he chirps, plastering on a fake smile. "It's just...didn't you have a bathing suit you bought that you wanted to wear?"
You are one step ahead of him, having already cooked up a story as to why you didn't wear it so he won't worry about you. "Oh, I got juice on it, so it's in the washer machine," you quickly lie. "So I threw this on. Don't worry, this fits me better anyway!"
Izuku still looks pretty concerned and unswayed by your chipper attitude though. He knows you way too well. But you figured as his girlfriend for five years and roommate, he would know you like the pages of his favorite book.
Izuku has always treated you as the beautiful, sexy woman you want to be seen as. Despite your different body shapes obvious size difference (funny enough, Izuku is TALLER than you!), and the fact that he could always go for a smaller, more famous woman, the #1 pro hero still holds you up on a pedestal.
And so you try to hide this from him in the hopes to not worry or hurt him. "I'm fine, babe," you coo, placing a hand on his arm. "Now c'mon before Bakugou blows up your phone for being late...and you know he'll LITERALLY blow it up."
Despite Izuku's obvious concern, he still gets in the driver's seat while you crawl into the passenger's side and skids off from your shared condo for your mutual friends' party.
As you suspected, Bakugou and Mina went all out for this party: the outside of their mansion is decorated in inflatable beach balls, fake tiki torches, and paper lanterns while colorful animal floaties, pool noodles, and water guns surround the mammoth-sized pool filled with people. There are tables filled with booze, Jell-O shots, and BBQ thanks to Bakugou's cooking skills.
Everywhere you look, you see guests dressed in their best swimwear...and girls in all kinds of bathing suits. All of them sexy. All of them exposing skin. You already feel like a zebra in a herd of a gazelles. Despite Izuku's firm hand in yours, you feel so unconfident and already want to go home.
Luckily, one of the hosts greets you before you can. Bakugou has on his best orange trunks while the rest of him is shirtless, tattoos and muscles on full display. You may have had some dreams involving him and Izuku together with you a few times.
"There you extras are," he huffs, smirking at you and Izuku, the sweetheart pair. Then he wrinkles his nose at you. "You lose your bathing suit or somethin', squirt?"
Squirt-the stupid nickname he calls you because of your height. "It's underneath, Bakugou," you sarcastically reply, "but thank you for your concern." You think you see Bakugou shoot Izuku a confused glance, but you ignore it.
Then Mina comes bounding over in a zebra-print bikini, looking absolutely fabulous in it. Her legs and stomach are toned from years of training. Her perky breasts jiggle enticingly. And her ass? You could bounce a whole bank off of it!
"Eeee, you're here!" she squeals, squeezing you and Izuku both to her in a tight embrace. You can smell the tequila off of her, mixing in with the scent of mango shampoo in her pink curls. "Come on, we've got BBQ and plenty of alcohol. You two want some shots?"
She drags you and Izuku over to the tables with Bakugou, her grumpy yet hot boyfriend, trailing after you, yelling at you to not take all of the twisted teas.
Once you take a Jell-O shot with Izuku, you both hooking your elbows together to drink in unison, you fill your red cup up with some of Mina's concoction: fruit punch spiked with vodka and topped with an umbrella. The alcohol helps to ease your anxiety, pushing it deep down enough for you to act like you're enjoying yourself.
As you begin to socialize with people, you become increasingly aware of how "out of bounds" you are even more. Conversing with Mina and the group from UA becomes difficult once you notice how good all the girls look in their bikinis.
And of course, they notice that you didn't go with the pool party attire.
"Kero, you didn't wear a bathing suit, Y/N?" Tsuyu curiously asks in her frog-green bikini. You simmer in the sun with everyone's eyes on you. "O-Oh, it's underneath," you nervously giggle.
"You must be hot in that though!" Kiri protests, looking so funny with the white streak of sunscreen on his nose. "This sun is blazing! Sweating is real manly, but jeez!"
You give him a tight-lipped smile, sweating out of awkwardness...and because of the sun. You don't dare raise your arms. "I just wore this because I burn easily."
"That's a good idea," Momo agrees, looking damn near like a Victoria's Secret model in her red bathing suit that outlines her perfect, slender body. "I tend to burn easily too, but Jirou insisted I just apply more sunscreen."
Jirou tuts in her purple bikini, an arm wrapped around Momo's slender waist. Uraraka giggles to herself, looking so cute in her pink bikini with white flowers posted on each of her bikini cups. She suddenly gasps, pointing. "Oh, look! Pool animals!"
You and the girls turn excitedly, gaping at the inflatable zebras, giraffes, hippos, and frogs being tossed in the pool by Denki and Sero. Mina, drunk as hell, tries to hurry over, but Bakugou snatches her back by her bikini bottoms.
"Hold up, Pinkie," he growls. "You need more sunscreen on ya. Can't have you lookin' like a damn shrimp." You watch as he squirts some sunscreen on his hands and rubs it up and down her toned back, hips, and ass, making her jiggle when he gives her a playful smack on the behind.
"Thank you, baby," she giggles, kissing him on the cheek. "Now come swim with me!" She takes his hand and drags him off with the others, leaving you to watch in envy. You tug at the collar of your shirt, hot and sweaty, the blue water looking extra appetizing.
'Just take off the damn shirt!' your inner voice screams at you. 'Who cares about how you look? It's a pool party!'
Luckily, Izuku comes to your rescue before you can succumb to your inner thoughts. He is a little tipsy judging by his squinty, green eyes and flushed cheeks. Probably too many Jell-O shots. He looks so cute when he's drunk.
"Hey, you," he coos, his eyes sparkling at the sight of you. "You're not gettin' in the pool?" You cross your arms over your chest, soothing yourself. "I will," you reply. "I just ate though. It's not good to swim when you just ate."
It's a shit lie and Izuku knows it. You only ate a piece of BBQ chicken and a salad...and that was an hour ago! He suddenly leans in, placing a hand on the small of your back. "Can we talk for a minute?" he whispers. Oh, boy. You can already tell this is about something serious.
You know you can't escape this, so you let Izuku lead you away from the party and in the mansion for one of the many bathrooms. This one is located in the back of the house, away from the party that turns to muffled noises once Izuku gets you alone.
He first checks to make sure you're alone before he shuts the door. You swallow, feeling uncomfortably big like Alice in a too-small room. "What's up?" you ask, doing your best to seem as innocent as possible.
Your boyfriend turns to you, a crease between his brows. He looks so worried. So conflicted. You immediately feel like shit. "I didn't wanna say anything and ruin the party for you, but Kaachan practically forced me to do this. I can't help but feel like you wore this for a reason and you're not telling me why."
Your stomach plummets as reality hits you. You knew that this would happen. That he would find out about you and your secrets.
He comes towards you, his emerald eyes etched in worry and gentleness. "Why didn't you wear your bikini?" he gently asks. "Did you really spill juice on it?"
You feel your body tremble in fear. Fear about the truth. "No," you defeatedly confess. "I do have it on under my shirt, but I..." You stare down at your white-painted toes, swallowing the lump growing in your throat.
Izuku presses his fingers under your chin, tilting your face back up to meet his forest-green irises. "But what, doll?" he gently encourages. "Talk to me."
The lump grows bigger and you can feel tears stinging in your eyes, threatening to ruin the makeup you applied with your waterproof mascara and face mist. You hope that the waterproof applies to tears too. "I didn't think I looked good in it," you whimper.
Izuku gapes at you, shocked. "What?!" he exclaims. "Baby, are you kidding?! That bikini was made for you! You looked amazing in it!"
You roll your eyes, once again adverting your gaze from his shocked expression. "You're just saying that 'cause you're my boyfriend," you mutter.
You try to turn away, but Izuku holds you firmly by your arms, keeping you still. His eyes are serious and intense, enflamed with a passionate fire that you've only seen a handful of times. Izuku is usually very laidback and non-confrontational...but not today. You've pushed him.
"No, I'm not," he firmly says. "You looked fucking hot, Y/N. When you sent me that photo at work the first time you tried it on, it took everything in me to not race and put you in our mattress."
Your body grows hot from his dirty confession. It isn't like your boyfriend isn't sexual from time to time, but you don't think he's ever been this blatantly freaky before. "R-Really?" you stammer.
"Really," he answers, stroking your chubby cheek with his calloused, scarred hand. "You're perfect, doll, and I need to you to know that. Bikinis are made for ALL bodies, including yours, and you shouldn't feel insecure about the way you're made."
The saddened, embarrassed tears in your eyes turn to ones of happiness. You giggle, pressing your hands against Izuku's hard planes of pecs, the two studs of his nipple piercings rubbing against your thumbs. "Well, maybe not if I'm with a guy as hot as you," you bashfully agree.
Izuku's other hand moves to cup your ass in your cut-offs, making your pussy throb. "Yeah?" he teases, a smirk playing on his lips. "Then why don't you take that off and show me that bikini underneath?"
"Right here?" you giggle. The sound of the party sounds louder now despite you being nowhere near it. Izuku's hooded, lustful gaze pulls you in, making you want to do everything he wants. "Right here. I locked the door, so no one's comin' in."
That gives you some relief...and arouses you so much that you fear that your thong is a pool now. Especially when Izuku starts using those plush lips on yours, giving you a slow, sensual kiss like he knows you enjoy. He just knows what makes you sticky for him.
So you unbutton and unzip your shorts before sliding them down your thick, plushy thighs, slinking out of them. Izuku's eyes flicker down to your bikini bottoms, a dark shade of lust coating them as his eyes roam over your cellulite and stretch marks. "Baby," he murmurs. "You're perfect."
Then you peel off your shirt and toss it aside, leaving your juicy breasts exposed in your yellow bikini top. Standing before your man and the growing tent in his trunks, you realize just how wrong you were: you are sexy.
"Turn around," he demands. His tone is low and firm, exciting you. You do as he says and brace your hands on the sink as he comes up behind you. His hands begin to roam over your body, drinking in your rolls and plushy stomach.
You softly gasp as you feel his hard-on pressing into your backside, insistent and all yours. All yours. "Baby," you whimper. "We shouldn't-"
"Nah," Izuku interrupts, already moving to strip his top off of his head. "Don't say that. I need to show you." You feel his warm skin and toned body press into you from behind, exciting you further. "Need to show you how perfect you are."
His calloused hands begin to toy with your titties, cupping each one in his palms and massaging them. You moan, tilting your head back into his shoulder as each thumb and forefinger on his hands pinch and tweak your hard nipples through the thin fabric of your bikini cups. "Fuck," you whisper, biting your lip from the immense pleasure.
Izuku softly chortles in your ear, gently suckling on your earlobe as his lips travel down your neck. It doesn't take long for your core to grow hot with arousal, your pussy growing stickier and wetter with every ministration.
He then twists you around to face him and peels the thin cups away to expose your titties to him. His eyes widen an inch, blown with lust and astonishment. "God," he softly groans. "You're so fucking gorgeous."
One of the things that never fails to make you hot and sticky is Izuku's dirty ass mouth. He never cusses in public, even when the cameras aren't around, but in private? The man swears like a sailor, especially when he's deep in your pussy.
He latches his lips onto one of your hardened peaks, gently sucking and nibbling on it as he massages the other. You bite back a loud moan, arching your back and pushing your chest farther into his wet tongue. "Izu," you moan. "W-We really should get back to the party."
"Fuck the party," he growls against your tits. "All my entertainment is right here."
He pulls away, leaving your nipples wet with his spit, and stands a good arm's length from you, teasing you. With mirth in his forest-green eyes, he pulls at the ties holding his shorts up and takes them down, revealing the pale skin of his thighs untouched by the sun and his cock.
His beautiful, hard, throbbing, veiny cock swinging between his thighs sinewy with hair as green as the top of his head. The pink head drips with pre-cum and shines with a metal ball piercing at the tip, desperate to be licked.
You gape at his dick and his impressive body, your fingers itching to indulge in his muscles and the silky, velvety skin of his shaft.
"Yours too," he says, a playful smirk playing on his lips. "Don't you want your boyfriend too, baby doll?"
He takes your hands and presses them against his abs, drawing them down to his cock. He bites his lip as your chubbier fingers toy with his shaft, a soft, lewd groan leaving his lips.
The way heat and wetness pools between your thighs screams yes to you. Your entire body reacts to his touch, voice, and the sight of his body, all of you ready to take all of him.
And minutes later, with your pussy slick from his tongue and your arousal and his cock wet with your spit after spitting and sucking on it, you do take him. Deep and slow.
Izuku has you bent you over the sink and your bikini bottoms pulled to the side, his cock sliding in and out of your slick, tight, velvety-soft pussy, enchanted by the way your lips stretch around his length and girth as he pounds into you from behind.
Your mouth falls agape, wanton, loud moans dripping from your lips as your feel his dick piercing kiss that spot inside of you that makes you see stars.
Izuku presses his face into your hair, breathing in your shampoo as his hands grip your hips tight, keeping you locked against him. "You look so fuckin' good in this," he groans. "My baby is so pretty."
You feel him grip your chin, forcing you to look at yourself in the mirror. "Look at her," he demands. "Look at that sexy bitch getting fucked by her man. Don't you dare turn away."
You stare at the full-figured, plus-sized woman staring back at you in the mirror, her hair a fucked-out mess and her face screwed in pleasure, streaks of mascara on her cheeks and gloss all over her lips from feverish kissing.
With her bikini top hanging from her stomach, her cups peeled down, her juicy tits jiggle with each thrust that Izuku makes, her tummy and ass jiggling in tandem from the force of his fucking. Her thong is pulled to the side, allowing Izuku easier access to pound into her for a sneaky fuck.
You are exposed. All of you. And you are beautiful. You see exactly what Izuku sees now. "Izu!" you moan. "Fuck, go faster! Please!"
Your pro hero, with his handsome face flushed with arousal and from the activity, widens his eyes at you. Then he splits into a big grin. "Faster?" he chuckles. "Sure, babe, but you gotta keep it down. You'll have the whole party come lookin' for us."
He begins to pound into you faster, harder, one hand gripping your stomach while the other massages your ass, his fingers kneading the glorious, soft globes of pure goodness. "Or maybe you want that," he whispers. "Maybe you're so slutty that you want everybody else to know too."
SMACK!
You squeak as his hand comes down to smack your ass, hard and rough, the sound ricocheting across the bathroom walls. "Then everybody can see how good my baby looks gettin' fucked in her pretty bikini."
SMACK!
"Ah!" you gasp, feeling your pussy twitch around his cock. The sharp sting excites you even more, making your slick drip down your inner thighs that you can feel Isuzu's balls slap against with every thrust.
"Put your leg up," he growls. "I wanna make you cum for me right here. I wanna be deeper." You slowly bring your knee up on the sink, allowing him to sink deeper inside of you. He hides his loud moan into the crook of your neck, desperately pressing his lips into you to avoid screaming at the top of his lungs.
Your man is very local, whimpering, groaning, and grunting about how good your cunt feels tightly gripping him, forcing him to pump all of his inches inside of you. You have to clap your hand tight over your mouth to muffle your moans as he drills into you, making you bounce against his cock like a bunny rabbit.
It doesn't take long for you to feel your core tighten like a knot, your body hyper aroused by the cologne on Izuku's skin combined with his cock massaging your insides. "Oh, my God!" you desperately sob. "Shit, Daddy, I'm close!"
Izuku smugly smiles, reaching one hand down to rub your needy clit with his thick, calloused fingers. "Already?" he chuckles. "I am too. You feel too fuckin' good, baby."
Each dirty word that falls from the sweet, seemingly innocent pro's voice brings you closer to the edge. "If you wanna cum, I need you to do one favor for me." You desperately nod, needing so badly to cream all over his cock. "You ready, doll?" he asks.
"Uh-huh!" you desperately whine, squeezing your eyes shut tight from the pleasure. You need to concentrate in order not to cum before he says to, gripping the sink for dear life as your pussy gushes and squelches from his cock constantly stroking it.
Then his lips are at your ear, whispering you sweet nothings. "Say that you're beautiful," he growls in your ear. "Say that you're the prettiest fucking woman in the world. Say that you look good as fuck in this bikini and you'll never hide your body again."
He snatches your leg off of the sink and, as fast as the speed of light, has you fully bent over the sink, your face pushing down onto the sink. "Tell me that you love your boyfriend and his thick cock," he adds. "And that you know he adores you no matter what you look like."
That's a whole mouthful, you realize. And a lot of which is a little embarrassing to say aloud. You whimper as your boyfriend fucks your tight hole, bouncing your ass off of him in an attempt to get you there faster. "I-I-"
Your boyfriend tuts, slowing down his thrusts. "I can't hear you, darling," Izuku coos. "C'mon, say it nice and pretty for me. Open that mouth up, look in the mirror, and say it!"
He wraps a hand around your hair and pulls your face up to face the mirror, making you stare at your ruined makeup and lust-blown eyes. "I'm beautiful," you whimper. "I-I'm the prettiest...prettiest..."
SMACK!
You sob as his hand comes down to smack your ass again. "Say it!" your boyfriend bellows.
"I'm the prettiest woman in the world!" you sob. "I look good as fuck and I'll never hide my body again!"
Izuku hums in satisfaction, panting and huffing with pleasure. "Aaaand?" he urges.
You whimper with embarrassment, adverting your eyes from your own to stare at your boyfriend in the mirror pounding you from behind. "A-And I love my boyfriend and his thick cock," you add, your cheeks aflame. "And I know he adores me no matter what I look like."
And you believe it.
Izuku peppers your backside in kisses, overjoyed with your words. "Goooood girl!" he joyfully coos. "You did such a good job. Now you get your reward."
He then proceeds to grip your hips and pound into you like there is no tomorrow, making you clap a hand over your mouth to hide your loud moans and screams of pleasure. You're pretty sure he is using some of his quirk here to get you there much faster. You feel as if you are on a speeding rollercoaster taking you down a steep hill.
"You want your reward, doll?" he grunts. "Huh?! Do you want my fucking cum right here, right now?!" His voice is deeper than usual and rough; demanding. It turns you on so much that it's damn near alarming.
"Yes!" you sob. "Yes, yes, yes, Daddy, please!"
"You'd better cum with me then," he demands. "Cream my fuckin' cock, baby." He goes faster, harder, nailing that spot over and over again as he frantically rubs your clit. "Cum for me!" he begs. "Do it all over your man's cock, baby! Give it to me!"
You can't stop the rush of adrenline and bliss you feel as you feel your body seize from your intense orgasm. You sob into your hand as you cum all over Izuku's throbbing cock, trembling as he continues to fuck you through it.
Desperate, slutty grunts leave Izuku's lips as he chases his orgasm in your pussy, plowing you like he owns you until his entire body freezes. "Fuck!" he yells into your neck, his volume muffled as he fills your pussy to the brim with his spunk.
You gasp as you feel the warm rush of cum fill your insides, dripping down your thighs and soaking his balls. A delirious, fucked-out smile appears on your lips, making you giggle behind your hand. You feel so good. So free.
With a soft sigh, Izuku slowly pulls out of you, leaving his cum dripping more down your juicy thighs. His cock is wet with your cream, his green eyes lustful and hooded. "Look what you did," he lustfully says. "Now you've gotta clean it all up."
With a seductive hum, you slither to your knees and lick him up, sucking and slurping your mess off of his shaft. He weakly moans at the feeling of your soft tongue licking him up like you would an ice cream cone.
He then helps you stand on your legs that feel wobbly and soft like jell-O. "You're dripping down here too," he murmurs, admiring his cum drizzling down your soft inner thighs. "Can't have people out there talkin'."
He turns you around and lifts your leg over his shoulder, proceeding to gently lap his and your mixed cum up from your pussy. "Mmm," you softly moan, tossing your head back. You just love it when he gently sucks on your pussy lips, taking extra care to be gentle and soft.
Finally, when you're all cleaned up, you wrap each other up in a tight, naked embrace, the scent of sex and sunscreen in the air. You softly smile, feeling so good and alive in his arms. "Thank you, Daddy," you murmur against his chest.
Izuku presses his hand to the back of your scalp, stroking your hair. "Don't thank me. Just wear that bikini from now on, and don't ever feel weird about your body, okay?" You nod into his chest, your smile growing when he kisses the crown of your head.
Oh, how you love your boyfriend.
Finally, he pulls away and gives you a soft, adoring smile. He reaches down to pull his shorts up over his semi-hard cock still slick with your spit. "C'mon; we should head back before-"
BANG!
"Jesus!" Izuku shouts, immediately covering your body with his. You shriek in panic, covering yourself from the people standing in the doorway.
"What the fuck, Kaachan?!" he angrily yells, his eyes growing a bright, electric green. "Don't you knock?!"
Bakugou and Mina stand in the doorway to the bathroom, smiling at the sight before them. "We did," Bakugou deadpans. "About six times, but you were too busy cumming to hear us." He smugly smiles at you and Izuku, his eyes roaming over what he can see of your body behind your boyfriend.
"I told him to leave you two be, but he insisted," Mina sighs though her cheeks are pink.
Her boyfriend pinches her hip, making her squeal from the pain. "Don't front, you little liar. You wanted to see them fuck...seems like we were too late though."
The shade of bashful pink grows on Mina's face at being exposed for being a little voyeur slut. Bakugou comes into the bathroom with his girlfriend, shutting the door behind him. "I guess the talk went well?" he assumes.
Despite his bashfulness, Izuku nods and gives you a soft, adoring smile, still covering his body with yours as you fix your bikini so it's covering your naked pussy and tits.
Mina pouts adorably, covering her heart. "Awww, you guys are too cute!" she coos. "And you look so hot in that bikini, Y/N. I'm almost jealous of Midoriya." A spark of interest appears in her golden eyes as she looks at you.
Izuku softly laughs, wrapping an arm around your waist to pull you close, but moves enough to reveal your body to his interested friends. "Don't be, Mina," he chuckles. "Maybe next time, you and Kaachan can join."
Bakugou tugs his bottom lip between his teeth, his tongue toying with his lip piercing. He pulls Mina close to him, his fingers toying with her breasts right in front of you while she bites back a moan.
"Why wait?" he lustfully asks. "She might as well get some use out of that bikini, right, squirt?"
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summary: your daughter has her dad bakugou all figured out! | just super fluffy and domestic.
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“papa, i know your secret!” announces your daughter to a very tired bakugou.
he tilts his head, trying to shake off the restlessness from patrol today.
“oh yeah, and what are my ‘secrets’ exactly princess?”
“you,” she says, booping his nose.
“have a crush on mama!” she finishes off, jumping up and down around him in excitement like she’s got her dad all figured out.
he stares at her for a second, then shakes his head and tries to fight the smile forming on his lips. he stabilises your daughter’s movements with his firm hands.
“you got me all figured out princess, you’re so smart,” he tells her, giving her all the positive affirmations so she grows confident like him.
“but don’t tell mama, okay?”
she gives him her pinky finger and nods seriously. bakugou instantly locks his pinky with hers, solidifying their pinky promise.
“i understand why you have a crush on her… even uncle deku broccoli hair blushes at mama!” states your daughter with the brightest smile, oblivious she’s triggered her father’s jealousy.
“broccoli hair? you’re just like your dad… giving everyone nicknames, and about this uncle deku blushing… how does he act around mama?”
“he just smiles and gasps every time she’s near…”
“right, right,” replies bakugou, playing around with your daughter while she hands him a toy tea cup to drink.
just then, you enter the room after your long relaxing shower. one look at you and bakugou has unintentionally fixed his posture and his hair.
your daughter comes closer to his ear, “papa, you’re being obvious, mama shouldn’t know…”
“what shouldn’t mama know?” you ask, offended at the fact that father and daughter are in on something.
“mama, you can’t tell anyone this, but papa has a crush on you!”
bakugou bursts out laughing and his contagious laugh makes you as well. you walk up to the two of them and their tea party, sitting on bakugou’s lap.
“thanks for telling me sweetheart, let’s hope papa never finds out i know!”
just then, your daughter giggles too and makes herself comfortable on your lap as well. bakugou hugs you two with both of his strong arms as you all enjoy every bit of this family bonding.
cinnamon lingers in the air, the pale wall blurs your vision, and your ears are swallowed by the low hum of the AC — well, that and the sounds of his lips against your neck.
"you nervous?" he questions, although he already knows the answer.
since stepping into katsuki's apartment, you've barely spared him a glance — a quiet aura of hesitation clinging to your every move.
it's not that you and katsuki haven't kissed before — pecks on the lips do count — it was that you'd yet to kiss him like this. with your legs on either side of his lap, your bra the only thing left between you, and your breath dancing in the small space between your lips.
katsuki's warm, very warm — almost overwhelmingly so. his chest sticking to the lace of your bra and his body pressed so close it makes it hard to think.
his hands are like a heated weight over the small of your back, coasting over ridges and curves on your skin as he tries to soothe your obvious tension — keyword: tries.
because as his lips trail from the dip in your collarbone to the shell of your ear — you feel all sanity getting lost underneath his fingertips.
"you in there?"
honestly, you're not quite sure. "mhm, yeah i'm here"
you nod as if you're trying to convince yourself, too — ignore how the sudden closeness of his lips makes your cheeks heat and your heartbeat sound in your ears. flurries of panic only burrowing their way to your throat when his hands suddenly cup your face.
"no, you're fuckin' not"
katsuki's always had this knack — a silent understanding of the way your brain works. your quietness was never something he pushed against, only something he wished to ease.
even as his thumb drags slowly over your cheeks, you know he's only trying to steady you.
you whisper a small breath of his name, circling your hands around his wrists as your foreheads press together — that's all it takes.
and maybe, that's when something in you finally gives — when all that hesitation breaks the moment his eyes stare patiently into yours, and why you're the one pressing your lips together before you can even think twice.
he tastes like caramel, a warmth that settles onto your tongue slowly, like the sunlight peeking through an open window.
surprisingly tense under your touch, his hands pause against your back — his mind insistent on following your guidance.
he presses his lips gently against yours, slow and tentative, like if he rushes this moment it may end too soon. groaning breathlessly into your mouth when your hands card through his hair, and give the strands a gentle tug before they're back on his face.
it's not long before your confidence wavers, his muscles tightening subtly underneath your palms as you pull your lips away, breathlessly.
katsuki's cheeks are red, hair stuck to his forehead and a faint shine coating his chest. his lips are flushed a bright pink, spit-soaked — breathing unsteadily as he looks at you like he's trying to figure out what you're thinking.
"again," you murmur, chest heaving against his, "please?"
a toothy grin spreads across his face when your eyes dart over his features — as if they're in search of something — some kind of reassurance.
which katsuki is glad to give when he presses a teasing peck to your cheek, adjusting himself underneath you so your body's pulled even closer and whispering, "you drive me crazy, you know that?"
you can't help but smile.
lips skimming his for the last time tonight — this time with no intentions of pulling away. guiding his hands to your lower back as you press into his palms.
your hips move against his thigh at a steady pace, soft sounds of your lips meeting blending with the hum of the AC.
"katsuki?"
there's an annoyed sigh that tumbles from his mouth when your lips detach, "hm?"
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The bedroom door creaks open, breaking the heavy silence that had settled over the apartment nearly two hours ago. You're curled on your side of the bed, facing away from the door, deliberately regulating your breathing to appear asleep. The argument had been vicious—his words like explosions, yours like carefully aimed knives.
"I know you're awake."
His voice is stripped of its usual aggression, raw and hesitant. The mattress dips under his weight as he sits on the edge, careful not to touch you yet.
You maintain your facade, but your shoulders betray you, tensing further.
"Come on," he sighs, running a hand through his spiky hair. "Don't do this silent treatment bullshit. We both know you're not asleep."
Still nothing. You can almost hear him debating whether to retreat or persist.
"I'm not sleeping on the couch," he says firmly, though his voice lacks its typical bite. "And you're not sleeping alone either. That's not happening."
The bed shifts as he lies down behind you, maintaining a careful distance between your bodies. The warmth of his presence contradicts the coldness still lingering between you.
"Look," he starts again after a long silence, "I was an asshole. What I said about your training methods… that was out of line."
You flinch at the memory. He'd criticized your hero work in front of his agency colleagues, suggesting you were too reckless, too emotional. The humiliation had burned almost as hot as your anger.
"I know I hurt you," he continues softly. "And I'm sorry. Not just for saying it in front of them, but for thinking it in the first place. That was shitty of me."
You risk a glance over your shoulder. In the dim light filtering through the blinds, you can see the sincerity etched on his features. This is the Bakugou only you ever see—unguarded, vulnerable.
"I don't want to sleep in different rooms," he admits, his voice barely above a whisper. "I can't. Not after… not knowing we're okay."
His hand hovers over your arm before making contact, tentative and gentle. "Please talk to me."
When you remain silent, he shifts closer, the space between you shrinking until his chest is nearly against your back.
"I'm not asking you to forgive me right now," he continues. "Just… don't shut me out completely. I hate this more than fighting with villains."
You feel his breath against your neck, warm and steady. "Remember when we first started dating and I'd stay over? You told me you couldn't sleep well alone after growing up with all those siblings."
The memory catches you off guard. It had been one of those rare, quiet moments when you'd shared something vulnerable, and he'd actually listened without making some explosive remark.
"I know you," he says, his thumb stroking your arm softly. "I know you're lying there feeling miserable, thinking about everything I said. And I know that even though you're pissed at me, you don't want to be alone either."
His arm carefully wraps around your waist, not pulling, just resting there. "We can talk more tomorrow. Or the day after. Whatever you need. But tonight… just let me hold you."
When you still don't respond, he presses a soft kiss to your shoulder.
"Please," he whispers, and there's that crack in his voice that always undoes you. "I'll sleep on the floor if you want, but I'm not leaving this room. I can't go to sleep knowing we're like this."
Slowly, deliberately, you roll over to face him. His eyes are wide, hopeful, and filled with something that looks remarkably like fear.
"You were really out of line, Katsuki," you say, your voice hoarse from disuse.
"I know," he agrees immediately. "Really fucking out of line."
"You embarrassed me."
His expression tightens. "I know. I'll make it right. I'll talk to them tomorrow. Tell them I was wrong."
"You need to understand that my methods work for me," you continue, your anger still present but tempered by his vulnerability.
"They do," he nods. "You're an amazing hero. I was being an arrogant prick. Jealous, probably."
Your eyebrows raise at that admission.
"You get results faster than I did at your age," he explains. "And I'm proud as hell of you. I just… I don't always know how to say that without sounding like an ass."
A small smile touches your lips despite yourself. "That's the understatement of the century."
His own lips curve slightly in response. "Yeah, well…"
He shifts closer, his arm tightening around you. "Can I…?"
You nod slightly, and he immediately pulls you flush against his chest, burying his face in your hair. The familiar scent of caramel and something uniquely Bakugou surrounds you.
"I love you," he murmurs against your scalp. "Even when we fight like dumbasses."
"Love you too," you whisper back, feeling the tension finally begin to drain from your body. "Even when you're an arrogant prick."
He chuckles, the vibration rumbling through his chest. "Fair enough."
For a while, you just lie there, the silence now comfortable rather than charged. His hand traces patterns on your back, slow and soothing.
"We'll figure it out tomorrow," he says quietly. "I promise. We'll talk about everything—boundaries, professional respect, all of it."
"Okay," you agree, nuzzling closer.
His grip tightens possessively. "Mine," he growls softly, though there's no aggression in it—just pure, unfiltered contentment.
"Yours," you confirm, pressing a kiss to his chest.
"Good," he sighs. "Now try to sleep. Both of us have patrol early tomorrow."
As your breathing begins to even out, you feel him press another kiss to your forehead.
"Night," he whispers.
"Night, Katsuki."
The argument isn't resolved, not completely. But as you drift off in his arms, you know that whatever comes tomorrow, you'll face it together. And for now, that's enough.
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Varka being a raging alcoholic but still holding himself up to the standards of a knight will aways get me
Like he might drink alcohol for breakfast, lunch and dinner but he will not enter your room if you're a lady
This makes me think that varka probably has insane self control and would probably not do anything stupid while being drunk okay well more like I imagine him to try and be all respectful but fail at it because he's drunk
Imagine this, you've been drinking with him and both of you are equally out of it just giggling and laughing together and you get up for some reason and almost fall over because you're drunk and varka might be drunk but boy does he still have those reflexes and so he catches and then instantly let go blabbering about how he shouldn't touch a lady like that or whatnot yeah he's out of it completely, forgot he's courting you so yeah varka is probably stupidly adorable while being drunk
cw: minors dni. oral giving and receiving. threesome. fem!bodied reader. vaginal penetration. suggestion of double penetration. spanking.
a/n: bakudeku threesome. a repost.
there’s a harsh groan that leaves bakugou’s throat as he pushes the last few inches of himself through your already wet and beaten hole, digging his fingers into the fleshy part of your hips for purchase. it takes one powerful stroke to bury himself to the hilt, and the breath is nearly knocked out of you as you’re pressed hard against his pelvis. you’re not new to rough sex but no one's ever handled you nearly as carelessly as this.
izuku tenses a little - you can feel it in the twitch of his hands that had previously been caressing your face as you adjusted to bakugou’s size.
“careful,” he warns sternly.
“she can handle it,” bakugou hisses back. through teary clouded vision, you watch your boyfriend’s expression sour ever so slightly. but rather than stop the whole operation, he presses a kiss to your forehead.
“remember you can use your safe words,” he whispers into your skin. you nod.
you can practically feel bakugou roll his eyes. he’s getting impatient, but knows if he starts ramming into you unkindly now, he might never get to taste you again.
“ready?”
izuku hums in assent as he presses down gently on your back to bend you into an L - you can feel bakugou’s cock twitch agitatedly inside you.
“yes or no?”
izuku’s cockhead presses against your lips and he taps at the side of your mouth with his thumb. he’s taking his time on purpose, being petty.
“open up.”
you obey, and he too presses in, seating the heavy, hot length onto your tongue and further down your throat. you gag a bit, and steady yourself by holding onto deku’s muscled thighs. he glances down at you and you look up, nodding. you’re ready.
“we’re ready,” izuku says, more cheerfully than you would expect and bakugou’s already started the first thrust before he’s even ended his sentence.
push, pull.
bakugou moves hard and fast, but izuku refuses to be overpowered, giving it right back at the same pace.
you gasp, sputter and choke, but the drag of warm, thick cock up and down your esophagus and along the walls of your cunt makes your head spin. perhaps you don’t need air, willpower and hedonism is enough.
“you really kept your slutty girlfriend away from me all these years, huh?” bakugou practically growls through his teeth. he’s comfortable and steady enough to talk now, no longer frenzied by the clench of unfamiliar pussy but in a good rhythm, and he releases his hold on your ass to grab your arms, pulling hard to arch your back. you whine, not imagining he could go even deeper and shake as his cock explores your insides far too effectively.
“yours would be worse if you had one,” izuku quips. bakugou slams into you particularly hard in response to that, and you see stars.
your mouth opens around izuku’s cock and he pulls you off of him, hands clasped at the side of your face. your eyes are crossed and unfocused. maybe bakugou’s right. you do look kind of stupid, slutty and ridiculous, limp and mewling incoherently with every lewd and wet slap, slap, slap. your face is flushed and sweaty, you’re drooling and tears run down your cheeks in a disgustingly erotic fashion.
he kisses you anyway and puts you right back where you belong.
this time, izuku pushes your head harder against his cock, so that you can inhale deeply of his scent while you contemplate what it feels like to have cum seep into your lungs. hot, thick jets fill your throat and you can hear him shudder with each spurt. he pulls you off to breathe again and you gasp for air.
bakugou murmurs something about low stamina but cums mid-sentence in an embarrassingly loud moan, his arms wrapped so tightly around your waist you think you might vomit.
izuku laughs as bakugou lets go and you fall into his arms.
“i... i want more,” you beg in a small, warbled voice, legs wobbly. izuku grins, then glances at bakugou, who’s fallen backwards into bed. he’s absolutely red in the face, trying to figure out what to say to distract the two of you but his friend’s offered him an out.
“stay right there, kacchan since you’re apparently down for the count,” izuku insists. you take a look in his eyes, and he points his chin towards his direction.
“can you get him back up, love?”
your eyes widen. “i thought-” izuku isn’t usually found of letting anyone else penetrate your mouth - something about your kisses only belonging to him, but he seems keen to try it this time.
“just this once,” izuku encourages.
bakugou’s cock is covered in your slick, and its taste is comfortably familiar on your tongue. leaning over the edge of the bed, you take him in eagerly, bobbing up and down. this time bakugou is a little gentler with pushing your head down his cock, perhaps realizing what a gift he’s being given.
“god, like that, please... fuck-”
he’s way more vocal too, so you get excited, gripping the shaft back and forth with your hand, playing with his balls. his legs twitch around you and there’s excitement in your eyes with the renewed ability to make him crumble but as soon as izuku’s tongue makes its way between your parted cheeks, you shudder and your head spins.
and as you slow, he slaps your ass hard enough to make you gasp.
“focus, honey.”
how can you when his tongue flicks in and out of your cum-filled hole, wraps around your clit, and sucks each lip with gusto?
every time you stall from pleasure, izuku spanks you, and soon bakugou’s fingers tighten into your hair, bobbing your head back and forth for you.
“if you’re too fucked out to multitask, i’m glad to do it for you.”
the slurping and sucking noises are deafening and increase in sound, as you slobber all over bakugou while izuku slobbers all over you. bakugou cums again, the sound this time less of a strangled sudden cry, but appropriately built up and loud, and once you’re done swallowing every drop that spills down your throat, izuku nudges you to shift positions and climb onto the bed.
For kinktober can we have a kiribaku x reader or dekubaku x reader or dekubakutodo x reader but public sex or double penetration or maybe knife play or quirk play🥺🤤🤤
(A/n: Kinktober Day 9/15! Sorry it's late, but this is way better than anything I was writing yesterday so I'd say the wait was worth it lol)
Word Count: 2,623
Summary- You get dragged off in the middle of the annual pro hero gala for some bathroom fun.
Warnings: Double Penetration, Public Sex, Double Creampie, Riding/Hitting from Behind, Fucking on Sink Counter
Age Rating: 18+ Minors DNI
Bakugo x Izuku x Fem! Reader: Double Trouble
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As you dance with Katsuki, feeling the heat radiating off of him and smelling his mouth-watering cologne, you can't help but feel a permanent warmth in your cheeks. The fitted black suit you and Izuku damn-near had to wrestle him into somehow making him even more attractive. You catch a glimpse of Izuku chatting with a pro hero you don't recognize and see his eyes are locked on the two of you even as he smiles at something his companion says. You've always loved the way Izuku looked at you, his eyes full of desire and admiration, making you feel like the most important person in the room at any given time. And to him, you might just be - well, you *and* Katsuki. The three of you had been together for over a year now, and it still gave you butterflies to think about how lucky you were to have snagged up both of them.
Suddenly, Katsuki's grip on your waist tightens, and he pulls you closer. His breath is hot against your ear as he grumbles, "Keep those damn eyes on me; you're dancin' with me, not him."
"You say that as if I didn't have to practically beg you to dance with me," You shoot back with a grin, not fazed by his glare.
After the song ends and the live band begins the next, Izuku makes his way over. "May I have this dance, beautiful?" he smiles with an awful "proper" accent, holding out his hand.
"Why, of course, good sir," you reply with a small laugh. You take his hand, feeling the warmth of his rough palm against your softer one. The two of you sway to the slow melody of the song as Katsuki is swept away by Mina, who you swear materializes out of nowhere.
You return her excited wave with a chuckle, watching as Katsuki tries and fails to get free.
"You look stunning tonight," Izuku murmurs, his breath tickling your ear as he pulls your attention back to him. His tone is so sincere and reverent that it makes you smile like a fool.
You lean into his chest and wrap your arms around his neck, feeling the familiarity of his body against yours. "Thanks, Izuku," you whisper back. "You both look pretty great yourselves."
As the song continues, you lose yourself in the warmth of Izuku's embrace and the comfort of his familiar presence.
Eventually, the band slows to a stop, announcing that they're going to take five. Izuku leads you off the dance floor with a hand on the small of your back.
"You know..." Izuku begins, leaning down to whisper in your ear, "I meant it when I said you look gorgeous tonight; good enough to... eat." You don't miss the shift in his tone. The deep rumble of his voice sending a tingle down your spine and heating your core. "Kacchan thinks so too," he hooks his chin over your shoulder from behind and gently takes your jaw in his hand, turning your head until you're met with the intense stare of Katsuki who leans against the bar. Seems he got away from Mina after all.
Katsuki takes a deep swig of whatever alcohol he's drinking before setting the glass on the bar and heading towards the bathroom. His eyes never leave you and Izuku - a clear invitation as he slips inside.
As soon as the door shuts behind the blonde, Izuku is leading you towards it. The hand on your lower back is firmer as he guides you through the throng of guests, ignoring the occasional call of 'Deku!' from reporters dotted around the room.
Your face flushes as you realize that being escorted by the number one hero, Deku, means there's no inconspicuousness in your oncoming bathroom tryst.
"Ignore them," Izuku murmurs, holding the door open for you.
Katsuki is waiting, suit jacket and tie already off and the top buttons of his dress shirt undone.
As soon as you're within reach, he's pulling you in by the waist while Izuku locks the door and hangs his jacket next to his.
"Whose bright idea was this?" You ask as Katsuki uses his hold on your waist to lift you onto the counter and starts to bunch the skirt of your dress up. "I'm not complaining, but the top two heroes in all of Japan disappearing into the men's bathroom for an undisclosed amount of time with their girlfriend isn't something that's going to go unnoticed, especially at-" You cut yourself of with a small gasp as his thumb meets your clothed clit. "-at such a big event..." You finish, sounding less resolved as you close your eyes and tilt your head back. A pair of lips meet your neck, causing you to open your eyes and be met with soft green curls.
Izuku's hands curl around your jaw once more, turning you so he can kiss you. Katsuki pulls his thumb away from your clit in favor of spreading your knees apart and yanking your panties off, dropping to his knees so he can bury his head between your thighs.
"O-oh my god..." your groan is swallowed by Izuku's hungry kiss as your hand reaches down to tread through blonde tufts, tugging lightly as you try to pull Katsuki even closer.
He lets out a small grunt at the hair pulling, but obliges, tightening his grip on your thighs and harshly sucking. "Fuckin' hell, woman- be patient." he growls against you, sending vibrations up your spine through your swelling clit. Your arousal has started to pool, only to immediately get swallowed by the blonde.
"Says the one that dragged me in here for a quickie when he's supposed to be showing face at the gala," you shoot back, tilting your head so Izuku can suck and lick at the sensitive skin of your neck, leaving a trail of soon to be hickeys that you don't have concealer to cover. Great.
"Shut it." Katsuki grumbles, shoving two fingers inside your cunt as he resumes his assault on your clit. You can feel the mix of spit and arousal dripping down towards your ass and it only makes you squirm even more.
Izuku's hands work on pulling the straps of your gown off of your shoulders so he can push the top passed your breasts and duck down you suck one of your nipples into his mouth. The rough pads of his fingers close around the other, pinching and twisting it as Katsuki adds a third finger.
The back of your head thumps against the mirror behind you as your moan echoes in the empty bathroom. "Careful..." Izuku grins, pressing a kiss to your hardened nipple. "We wouldn't want people to hear you..."
It's as Katsuki bullies a fourth finger into you that you realize what they're intending.
"Here??" You gasp out, biting down on your lower lip to stifle the moan that nearly rips out of you as Katsuki's fingers curl against that soft, spongy inside of you.
"Why not?" His gruff voice asks as he looks up at you; the sight of him on his knees, face so close to your dripping pussy as he looks at you through his lashes and his fingers pump in and out of you has you damn near speechless.
Nearly...
"I can think of 3 reasons off the t-top of my head- oh, fuckk..." you choke out as he and Izuku double team you; Katsuki curls his fingers back against your cervix as he sucks on your clit at the same time that Izuku sharply nips at your nipple.. "But those can wait- do that again," your chest heaves as your hands clutch at the counter aimlessly.
"Screw you both-" you groan, gushing around the blonde's fingers. "Just fuck me already! I'm prepped enough-" You feel more than hear the chuckle Izuku tries to hold back.
When Katsuki doesn't immediately pull away, pressing a few more kisses along your slick folds, you use your grip on his hair to yank his head back so you can meet his crimson gaze. "I said fuck me."
You barely get time to process his eyes narrowing into a dangerous glare before your pulled off the counter, your high heels clacking against the floor as you land on them. Katsuki shoves Izuku back against the counter where you just were. "What'd *I* do?-" "Shut up, Deku and get your pants down." Katsuki interrupts. If our girl wants to be fucked so bad, that's what she'll get."
As soon as Izuku frees his cock, Katsuki is manhandling the both of you again. He shoves Izuku back once more so he's forced to sit in the counter and then he's turning your back to him and lifting you so your straddling Izuku. Stepping between Izuku's legs so he can press against your back, Katsuki rasps in your ear. "Better keep quite, there's a lot of reporters out there that would just love to hear your desperate little noises so they can confirm what they're already thinking..." His grin is sharp against your ear.
His hands still on your hips, Katsuki pushes you down on Izuku's length. It presses into you hard and thick. Just before you can bottom out, you hear the sound of his belt and zipper coming undone before he lines his own cock against your already stretched out hole. With a gentleness that contradicts his behavior a second ago, he reaches between you to hook a finger into you and tugging, stretching you carefully more so he can slip himself inside as well.
Your head fall against Izuku's shoulder as you're filled impossibly. You can't even moan as you shift your hips, causing them to rub deliciously against all of the right spots. Your small pants and gasps mix with Izuku's muffled moans that he's hiding with his hand and Katsuki's ragged breathing.
"Oh, my fucking god," you swallow hard, rocking your hips down to try to adjust to the feeling of both of them inside of you. "A-ah... please... please move. One of you needs to fucking move-"
And they do. Izuku replaces Katsuki's grip on your hips with his own, slowly lifting you up before pulling you back down. You can hear Katsuki curse under his breath as he braces his hands on the counter on either side of Izuku.
Izuku begins to slowly thrust up into you, his hips grinding against your back. Katsuki's face presses harder into your neck as he groans, his cock twitching within you. "Damn, woman," he grunts. "You're so fucking tight."
You feel his face scrunch up as he starts to move with Izuku, his thrusts matching his, but opposite; one in while the other's out. The friction between their cocks within you is exquisite, and thanks to Katsuki's skilled tongue and fingers earlier, you can feel your climax building fast.
Your nails dig into Izuku's shoulders, no doubt wrinkling his shirt in the process, as you tip your head back so it rests against Katsuki's.
Grunts and moans fill the room, the marbled walls echoing your obscenity back at you as it combines with the lewd squelching of their cocks bullying your poor cunt.
A particularly loud moan leaves you as Izuku's cock hits your g spot and he keeps it there, grinding slowly into it just as Katsuki slams into it. The handle on the door jiggles and Katsuki's hand slaps over your mouth as a knock sounds. "Occupied!" The blonde growls out, still grinding inside of you with Izuku.
Spots dance in your vision at the relentless assault against your most sensitive spot and before you can stop it, your cry of pleasure slips passed the firm grip on your mouth. The doorknob stops jiggling and it goes eerily quiet as the three of you wait with bated breath.
After nearly a minute of nothing, Katsuki finally relinquishes his hold, shifting his hand to your neck, tilting your head back impossibly more. "Well, now someone definitely knows. Just couldn't hold it, could ya?" He sneers, slamming into you harshly,
The hard, deep thrusts are clearly affecting Izuku as well if the way he squeezes his eye shut and tips his head back is any indicator; their cocks rubbing perfectly against each other with each thrust. "No need to -mmh- be mean, Kacchan." Izuku manages, his fingers digging into your hips in a way that will definitely leave bruises in the morning. "She can't help it if she's a needy for our cocks," he adds with a small laugh, just when you thought he was on your side.
"F-fuck you both," You whine, already barreling towards the edge again thanks to the nonexistent window of reprieve you got after your first.
They both laugh, Izuku's a soft chuckle and Katsuki's a mean snicker.
"Whatcha think we're doin', dollface?" Katsuki snorts, gripping your waist for better leverage.
Izuku has gone quiet, his bottom lip trapped between his teeth and his freckled cheeks painted a pretty red and you know his close. His hips continue to buck up into you but his rhythm is starting to falter; long deep strokes turning into quick bunny humps as he gets closer and closer. Finally, his balls tense and spill into you as he lets loose a debauched groan.
Katsuki isn't going to be too far behind if they way his movements turn erratic tell you anything. With one last thrust into your cervix, you're cumming again, crying out helplessly as wave after wave of pleasure washes over you. The only thing grounding you against the overstimulating ecstasy is the four hands tightly holding you.
Your pussy clamping down is his final straw. Katsuki slams him hips against your ass and keeps his cock buried as deep as he can as he floods your cunt with even more cum.
For a few minutes, nobody speaks. the bathroom silent aside from three ragged breaths.
Finally, Izuku speaks up.
You can feel them both shaking with aftershocks as they slowly release their holds on you. When you finally look down, you see that you're covered in your own juices, Izuku's cum, and Katsuki's. You swallow hard, feeling surprisingly unashamed of what you've just done.
"We better get you cleaned up," Izuku says, his voice still shaky. "We need to get back out there..."
Slowly, Katsuki pulls out of you, allowing Izuku to flip yours and his position so he can pull out of you without staining his slacks. You watch as his Adam's apple bobs, his eyes locked on the cum leaking out of your still gaped pussy. He's snapped out of it by Katsuki throwing his jacket at his head. "Hurry up, fuckwad," he tells Izuku. "We've already been in here long enough to draw suspicion."
All you can do is lean back against the mirror as they work on getting you, themselves and the counter cleaned up. As Katsuki takes a damp paper towel and starts to clean the mess from between your thighs, Izuku helps you fix your dress. He helps you get your arms back in the sleeves and turns to look for your discarded panties.
"She's not getting those back yet," Katsuki grins, pulling them out of his slacks' pocket to flash the fabric to Izuku before putting them back and fixing his tie.
Izuku turns just as flushed as you feel as he changes course to help you off the counter and stand you on wobbly legs as you pull your dress back down.
Another knock, this time accompanied by a voice, rings out, muffled by the thick wood. "Are you guys done yet? I really have to piss!" You can hear the shit-eating grin Kaminari wears.
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“how do i get rid of this?” you huff as you click the bar into the machine, stepping out from under metal rod.
katsuki looks up from his spot on the floor, notebook open to his latest PR and rotation. he had started keeping track of his workouts in an old notebook a few weeks ago (the phone he had previously been using died and with that, lost all the data)
“of what?” the blonde eyes you through the mirror, catching every minuscule movement as you place your hands over your lower abdomen, fingers pushing into the plush tissue you find.
“this?” you press harder, your skin dipping beneath the pressure. “the fat?”
katsuki blinks at you but you pay him no mind, continuing to turn this way and that, getting all angles of your body in the mirror, glaring at the midsection that never seems to flatten out despite all your efforts.
“your uterus?” he asks with a raised brow.
your shoulders fall, breath wooshing out of you as you slump into a forward fold. a tad dramatic but you like the stretch in your thighs.
“it’s not my uterus!” the words come out muffled as you speak into your knees, your cheeks smooshed upwards at the inversion.
your boyfriends hand on your lower back has you tilting back up, fingers pressing into your hips to almost hinge you up right.
"Yeah, its not but its the fat that keeps it safe." he clarifies, sliding his palm over your stomach to come rest above your womb.
"but it's still fat." you frown despite the urge to smile as katsuki presses into you, his chest flush against your back as he rests his chin on your shoulder, holding eye contact with you through the mirror.
"more or less." a soft kiss is pressed to your exposed skin. "it has a purpose, just like all your other muscles have a purpose, this one is to keep everything safe and warm."
you hum. “still wanna get rid of it.”
katsuki presses down harder, holding you tighter against him as he bites down, teeth sinking into your shoulder. you are suddenely even more thankful for the private gym.
“even if its gonna keep all our kids safe?” his voice is slow, the timbre of it hitting you exactly where he had aimed. “i know my opinion shouldn’t matter but i love it so much.”
“seeing your cute little tummy, knowing that youre healthy drives me crazy.” one hand splays out across your abdomen, the other grips your hip and pulls you tighter against him. “when i’ve got you bent in half and you’re all squished and soft, fuck, makes me wanna put a baby in you right there and then, make you even softer and squishier.”
a/n: draft dump !!
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