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Afternoon nap.

All characters are adults 18+.MDNI.

you know bakugou is upto something.

eyeing him suspiciously as he moved around the house; it started with him doing the dishes immediately after lunch, before moving onto laundry, three different loads, he moved to the balcony, hanging them to dry.

most suspicious of all, he didn't join you during your afternoon lounging session, somehow resisting your figure sprawled on the couch, basking in the warm glow of the sunlight.

it's later in the afternoon, when your suspensions are confirmed.

"oi, babe," he whispered against the shell of your ear, hands splayed on your sides, his body almost laying flat over yours, "lift your hips up."

you groaned, lazily lifting your torso, letting him drag your underwear down the length of your legs, pocketing the garment for later.

"what are you upto, suki?" you mumbled, arms sluggishly wrapping around his shoulders, head tilting away to give him access to your neck.

"was good today," he muttered along the skin of your collarbones, pressing feather light kisses against the exposed skin, "thought I'd reward myself."

you let him, melting into the pillows, eyes closed, dozing in and out of sleep, let his hands wander over your body, let him map out your shape.

"I'll go get snacks, mmkay?" he pressed a sweet kiss against your mouth, unbothered as you grimace slightly at being disturbed, unbothered as parts of his lips press against your teeths instead of your lips.

you nod your head, expecting him to go the kitchen, fix himself a plate of orange slices and chocolates or some other abomination he's craving.

instead of leaving he crawls lower, half on the floor and half on the pillows you have laying around, arms curling under your thighs, pulling them over his shoulders.

oh. oh.

he's craving something salty, something tangy something that tastes like your skin, something musky—

"fuck—" he hissed, eyes widening as he looks at your glossy folds, glistening in sunlight, peeking through the thick coarse hairs, he'll never let you shave again—

you roll your hips, sleepy and horny, thighs locking his head in place whilst you tried to ground your core on his face.

"be good." you murmured against the pillow, hand languidly settling in his heads, pulling him closer.

"always am." he pouted, pressing kisses along your thighs, slobbering over the skin, before pressing against your heated core, tongue licking at your entrance, lapping up the slick.

you let out a low moan, let him take control, hand running through his hairs, petting the top of his head when he swirled his tongue on your clit just right.

bakugou breathed in your scent, tip of his nose nudged against your clit, tongue digging dip into your warm, sticky walls, hands tracing shapes on your skin.

you feel warmth pooling in your belly, walls spasming around his tongue, hand sneaking down to rub tight circles on your clit.

he groaned, messily lapping at your fingers, using his tongue to gather mixture of slick and spit to smear on your clit, your fingers gliding over the bud with ease.

it doesn't take long for you to cum, fingers pressed against your throbbing bud, walls tingling where he's probing his tongue.

you go limp on the pillows, thin layer of sweat covering your body, the thought of cleaning up lingering at the back of your mind.

"I'll clean you up." he murmured, grabbing your hand and licking your fingers clean, moaning around the digits, shameless and utterly horny.

you doze off again, feeling bakugou get comfortable between your thighs, enjoying his afternoon snack.

cw: brothers best friend trope, late teens-early twenties, mutual yearning, crushes, katsuki is down bad, sleepover, kissing, swearing, & not proofread

ⓘ Featuring brothers best friend Kats can't help but think about Kirishima's little sister.

katsuki knew he was done for the first time he came to Kiri's & found you opening the door to welcome him—it wasn't even supposed to be something meaningful, gaming & dinner, but he found you and just knew.

katsuki started coming over regularly. Everyone wants to study? Let's go to Kirishima's. Movie night? Kirishima's house has the best snacks. Sleepovers? Since you're there, Mina & Jirou can come; it's only logical to be at Kirishima's.

katsuki would bring extra snacks & offer them to you because he noticed you sneaking downstairs to raid the kitchen, is always quick to pass you a plate, or bowl, or just a brownie—before your brother gets the chance most of the time.

katsuki thinks he's slick about his crush, but it's painfully obvious to just about everyone but you.

katsuki started figuring out little ways to include you in the friend group, blissfully unaware that the moment he suggested bringing you, Kirishima was expecting to be told you were dating soon after.

katsuki who snuck into your room one night during one of the sleepovers, his friends were bickering over a video game, & he took the opportunity, finding you getting ready for bed, making a fool of himself, and accidentally started a domino effect.

You'd always end up seeking the other out.

katsuki ends up crashing in your room at every chance, claiming the atmosphere was "too loud." from the extras & started spending more time tucked in your room than out with his friends.

katsuki dozed off in your bed one night while you were showering & woke up to the feeling of your damp hair prickling against his chest, dazed & out of it at the sight of you cuddling up against him.

katsuki silently wrapped an arm around your shoulder, stroking your shoulder slowly & watched you get more comfortable against him, letting you live in it & take it as it were, you felt safe with him.

katsuki only woke up from the flash of Mina's phone at 3 am, where his friends were all crowded around your bed snapping photos of you using Kats as your personal teddy bear—glared at them, silencing them with a single eye twitch and hissed "If you wake her up, I swear to god—"

katsuki didn't move a muscle & stayed put after Kirishima finally dragged their friends out of your room with a quiet "we're talking about this in the morning." as he motioned between you both before leaving.

katsuki completely forgot he'd been annoyed the moment he felt your fingers lazily stroking his chest, & froze up when your lips softly pressed against his cheek.

pairing(s): katsuki bakugo x reader, shoto todoroki x reader, izuku midoriya x reader, denki kaminari x reader (separate!)

18+ MDNI. CUNNILINGUS, fem! reader, lots of pet names, fingering, spit, face sitting, pussy pronouns, talking you through it, butt play and butt plugs (izuku), pussy spanking, (izuku), making you BEG for it, manipulation, crying, stretching you out, dirty talk, down bad shoto, denki cumming in his pants, wedgies?, panty ripping, teasing, overstimulation .ᐟ

Katsuki Bakugo swore he could handle the weight of you sitting on his face, and when you reluctantly agreed, knees wobbling as you gripped the mahogany grain of your shared headboard to hover on top of his panting chest, you never would’ve expected him to adore the feeling of you suffocating his carved jawline.

He had the best seat in the whole fuckin’ house, plump pussy lips spread open inches above his mouth with a ‘pop’, the mess of your heightened arousal deliciously decorating the flesh ‘n swirling prettily around your smooth thighs.

“So fuckin’ pretty baby.” His huge hands find purchase in the sides of your hips, fingertips gripping the thick flesh to spread you open even further, the most personal parts of your body gaped wide open for his greedy viewing.

“Look at ya,” Katsuki breathes in, inhaling the sugary scent of your sex, the smell instantly watering his tastebuds, “can’t believe this s’all mine.”

“Just feel like I might hurt yo—oh fuck!” Two large palms quickly move to grip the flesh of your withering hips dropping, cunt planting firmly down to his opened maw.

like borderline loser for his significant other, loses majority of his rizz not that you mind, you actually love it, stumbles over his words a little, occasionally zoning out mid conversation because the sunlight is hitting your skin just right and really must imagine afternoon naps with you.

“kats…you…” you pushing him away, swatting at his massive shoulders but it does nothing. “away. too hot.”

you’re not making sense but it’s because your head is still spinning and blood is rushing in your ears.

“why are you pushing me-hey!”

“too hot. i’m- suki move.” with two hands you shove weakly against his chest and despite not having the strength to move him, he follows your shove and rolls onto his back beside you. “too hot. i feel hot.”

nonsense spills from you mouth as you breath deeply, gulping down cold fresh air (it’s hot air but it’s not straight from the lungs of your boyfriend air and that’s exactly what your body needs) vision that had been darkening begins to clear, your head swirling less dramatically.

the mattress shifts beneath you and the next thing you feel is a cold towel pressed against your cheeks. the relief is instantaneous, a sigh punching from your lungs as you feel another cold rag on your bare chest. soaking cotton is dragged over your stomach, down your thighs and over your calves before it is brought back up to your chest.

“better?” katsuki mumbles from beside you, his large hands wiping your searing skin cool with each pass of the towel.

your response is a pleased hum, lazy smile blooming.

your boyfriend continues to swipe cold lines over your heated skin, cleaning up the mess between you thighs in the process.

“need water?”

“mm-hmm.”

“snack?”

“mm-mm”

a water bottle is pressed to your lips. “drink.”

your eyes flutter open to see katsuki above you, red eyes half lidded in contentment. lips wrap around the straw, sucking down ice cold water to soothe the inner fire racing through your veins. he waits until youre done then takes a drink after you.

“almost made me pass out.” you mumble, fingers reaching out to trace random patterns across his muscled thigh.

“from heat or sex?”

“sex.” you dig your fingers into scarred flesh. “then heat but that was cause of the great sex.”

“i’m gonna make you cum so much.”

katsuki doesn’t know if it’s a threat or a promise as you eagerly take his (your) hand to pull him down the hall into your shared bedroom.

there nothing else you can do but wait so why not fuck each other stupid especially with the fact katsuki (in your body) now has the ability to come multiple times and wanna break his record of how many times he’s had you seeing stars. you know what your body likes, know where to touch and how to flick your tongue just right and sure, it might be weird to eat yourself out in your boyfriends body but when you’ve got him above you, gripping your (his) hair and whining the way he usually does but hearing your voice (lowkey crazy and kinda freaky) but you make him finish over and over again, until he is begging you to stop.

“sweetheart, fuck, i can’t-“ it’s weird to hear the pet name in your voice. “please baby, ngh, gimmie a second.”

he’s crying, cheeks flushed and wet, lips parted as he huffs and for a second you think about how hot you look at how if that’s what he sees every time you guys fuck, well damn, he’s lucky. but you don’t let up because he never does and so you’re diving back in, a mess of teeth and tongue, fingers dipping inside yourself with such fervour you have his back arching off the bed, hands gripping the sheets as cries rip from his (your) throat. the neighbours are gonna complain, and you’re gonna have to deal with it cause it’s your voice hitting decibels unknown to man but fuck, knowing katsuki’s feeling every single thing you’re doing, having the pleasure of cumming over and over again, hell you’ll take a thousand complaints and awkward elevator encounters.

“baby, sweetheart. please.” katsuki grips your hair, yanking up to pull you from his (your) cunt. “princess, i’m gonna pass out you’ve gotta give me a second. holy shit.”

you sit back on your haunches and wipe your mouth and chin with the back of your hand.

katsuki huffs below you. chest rising and falling in rapid succession as he desperately tries to get his heart rate down.

“this how you feel whenever i don’t let up?” his voice is hoarse, as he drags small hands down his (your) face.

“mmhmm.”

“fuck, im sorry sweetheart. didnt think it felt this weird.” eyes lock with yours, and for a second you swear it’s actually katsuki’s eyes looking at you from within your face. “don’t get me wrong it felt great but its weird. feels heavy.”

you nod, knowing all to well the feeling he describes. large hands that don’t belong to you reach out to stroke his face, calloused fingers gliding down over the swell of breasts and fat of your tummy, touching all the places you love.

“i’m gonna suck you off though.” he announces, hands grabbing your wrists. “want you to know how it feels to have your perfect mouth wrapped around my cock.”

heat blooms in your stomach and you feel the rush of blood move south. god it felt strange.

“want you to feel what it’s like when you let me fuck your throat, when you hum around me. fuck, i’m gonna make you cum.”

word count : 946 !

content : the tiktok trend where gfs record their bfs being all clingy without them knowing , pro-hero bakugo caught lacking , domestic fluff , one use of y/n

katsuki bakugo was not the affectionate type. at least that's what everyone thinks. so when mina tells you about a harmless tiktok trend that came up on her fyp, one where girls record their unknowing boyfriends being clingy, you couldn't resist trying it.

pointing to one of the lip balms, “ones for you so we can match.”

and he just laughs a huff out his nose.

when all the items get scanned through he nudges you and you pull out your phone to show your membership card so you can collect points. “i’m saving up my points for a new hairdryer.”

“how many do you need?” he hums, pulling out his wallet and licks his thumb to count his cash.

“about ten thousand.”

“how many do you have?”

“three hundred.”

he glances over at you, a raised eyebrow and cocked jaw. you can read him clearly, he thinks you’re being a little… optimistic. he hands three clean bank notes over to the cashier.

“thanks man.” he says to the cashier who looks at him with starry eyes. a dynamight fan you can only assume.

then to you, “i’ll just buy it for you. that’ll take you ages.”

he lets you take the bag of chocolate so you can nibble on some on the way and he grabs the two boxes of condoms, your blush, your multivitamins and the two lip balms in one hand.

“i just keep using them but i’m going to try. imagine a free hairdryer.”

takes your hand with his other hand and pulls you under his arm.

synopsis : chubby little cheeks and small grabby hands, something not quite him and not quite you…thoughts you never imagined you’d have surface when you stumble upon katsuki's baby photos. unbeknownst to you, he's been thinking about it, too. #babyfever #whenhiskinkisdomesticity #uglybabykatsuki

tags/CW. talkin bout babies, ugly baby katsuki, reader n katsuki r like in their early 20s very early which is why he still lives w his rents (no shame in still living w ur parents at 20 btw), suggestive; katsuki jokes about makin babies but also is it really a joke (yes. well he says it is but is that his phone in his pocket or is it rlly a joke), kissing, kinda steamyyyy ooooouuu ! yeah this kinda gets ridiculously cheesy n sexy i was kinda in my bag, also some all caps

an. i usually dont like baby fics but i was feeling. things. don’t expect a pt2 where they have kids bc i gen hate writing that LMFAOOOO its once every blue moon that i like baby fics and hey this blue moon ended up being pretty fun!! this is a bit old but i loved writing it.

you’ve stumbled upon something you probably shouldn’t have, but you damn sure don’t regret it. 

beady, slightly wet little squinted eyes, tightly clenched little fists, scrunched up nose—a picture of katsuki as a baby.

he’d kill you if he found you sneaking through his photo album, but mitsuki mentioned showing it to you once before and back then you were ecstatic. that was, until your boyfriend barged into the room like he had a sixth sense, snatching you away and angrily barking at his mom for trying to show you “some shit no one asked for.” 

you begged very, very hard to differ. because you're asking for it bad. oh, so bad.

and now, finally, here you were.

you're shacking up at katsuki's house. an unexpected rain downpour made you both hastily shuffle into his house and unfortunately cut your date short. with the realisation that his baby pictures would be in your reach once again, you couldn’t be more thrilled to accept the offer.

katsuki had been sulking, as expected—he tried not to let it show, but the way he kicked up the rug in his house, hunched shoulders and a scowl on his face muttering about how the damn weather app lied to him was more than enough.

you reassured him with a smooch to his nose, telling him you could use this opportunity to have an at-home date instead. he’d wanted to stay angry, you could tell, especially with the root cause being what you sometimes considered to be the bane of his existence for many reasons. but he sighed in surrender, today was for the both of you and he would be damned if he let the rain ruin it. he grumbled in begrudged agreement, cheeks pink and finally, tugging you closer for a proper kiss.

he's left the room, his turn to shower lest he got sick, you knew the germaphobe in him wouldn't allow it, and you took your chance. after snooping around as quietly as you could, you found it.

tucked in between one of the bookshelves. light, faded yellow with a lightly worn spine. “katsuki’s photo’s.” written in big and bold. your heart soars.

you found it. 

back to the present, you’ve been at it for a little while now, softly admiring every moment of his life captured inside this book. this next picture of him looks to be from when he was around 3 years old maybe. you’re proven correct when you read the scribbled handwriting beneath it.

—katsuki (3) taking a bath after a messy playdate ! :)

in the picture, katsuki’s father, masaru, is wet from head to toe. shirt and arms covered in soapy bubbles as the still image shows katsuki flapping his blurry arms up and down excitedly, the bathtub is filled with miscellaneous toys you’re sure he’s long since let go of.

you laugh, already wreaking havoc at such a young age.

another handful of pictures make your smile widen—his first grade entrance ceremony; him gripping his mother’s hip so tight her you could see how it wrinkled despite the blur. his chubby little(correction—big, they’re huge actually) cheeks pink with a pout on his face, eyes focused away from the camera. she urged him softly to get inside with a hand on his back to follow after izuku who was there, too. reaching a helpful hand out towards his friend. as always, those two hadn’t changed.

a picture of him on his 5th birthday, grinning brightly with one missing tooth at his themed all-might cake. another one of him opening up a stack of christmas presents, boasting a shiny new all might figure the size of his head. you giggle at his dorky heroic pose, resembling his idol’s signature stance.

pictures of him showing off his quirk, of him on his dad’s shoulders at an amusement park, pointing curiously at something out of sight. him at a summer festival, frown pulled tight on his face because he’d been forced to hold hands with izuku for the picture—that one made you snort.

you smile fondly, heart squeezing warmly in your chest.  katsuki has always been so cute. sure, he vehemently denies it all the time, usually shrugging you off and telling you to stop "saying nonsense"—but the proof was right there ! you wished you could pull him out of the picture and squeeze his little cheeks like your own personal stress ball.

he stole his mom’s face, that was a fact nobody could deny. masaru’s genes hadn’t even put up a fight. but in their defence, you don’t think they ever even stood a chance if you knew who his mother was.

they'd definitely had a better chance personality wise, though. while anyone else would say he was his mother’s son through and through, his father’s traits still showed clearly in him to you. he could pretend he was cold, mean and snappy all he wanted, you’d see through him any day. how much he truly felt, how clearly he wore his heart on his sleeve despite trying to cover it up with layers and layers of snarling and cussing and that horrible attitude with his sassy little quips that drove you crazy. you love your katsuki.

with the next flip of the page, your hand freezes. no longer are there pictures of katsuki holding a big stag beetle and sticking his tongue out at you proudly—instead its an actual baby picture. like, baby—baby picture.

as in “i’ve literally just been popped out.” baby.

your eyes widen and what escapes your mouth by accident is a loud laugh you quickly try to cover up lest your boyfriend heard you. even with the lack of eyebrows he looked like a tiny, extremely grumpy, grandpa. next to that, a picture of his mother cradling him and his exact weight and time of birth.

he looks so cherished, so loved in her arms. she smiles down at him sweetly while he cries—her own eyes misty and red with tears. the picture below shows his father taking his turn to carry him—pink in the face and eyes bloodshot. he looks really happy.

there’s one other, smaller picture just below—the classic; a picture of his parents fingers, so much bigger than his then, clutched tightly into his little fists.

you just have to audible awww !

but maybe you shouldn’t have. because katsuki decides show up right then.

or maybe he’d just decided now was the perfect time to make himself known. either way, he spooks the shit out of you. 

“what’s all this noise yer makin’, huh?”

shit.

“katsuki !” you shriek, looking over your shoulder but tucking the photo book to your chest clumsily, clearly failing to hide it. “you’re done showering already ? that was fast !” you squeak.

katsuki squints at you, he leans forward, taking a few steps closer to you. no matter how much you shrink back it's useless when he gets all up in your space.

“you been snoopin’ through my shit ?” 

“not—not snooping ! just—” you fumble to come up with a valid excuse, thumbing at the evidence of your snooping. “i just wanted to see…your mom said she’d show me, and i knew you wouldn’t have let her if she were here.” you huff. 

“damn right i wouldn’t have.” he scoffs, crouching down close to you, he tucks a finger into your armpit to make you wince in shock. he’s already caught on to what you were doing and clearly unimpressed, but his eyes soften. it's an expression he's gotten way more familiar showing you, or maybe he doesn't realise how naturally his face changes anymore.

“don’t need you to be looking through all that...”

“what ? why not ? katsuki, you were adorable !” you swoon, completely forgetting you’ve been caught and quickly picking back up on the latest page you were on like it was a thrilling novel.

katsuki groans dramatically at your words, throwing his head back.“that. that is exactly why.” he huffs.

his eyes quickly widen and he exclaims again when he sees which picture you’re looking at. he shoots forward to snatch the book from you and growls when you just barely manage to dodge him.

“fuckin’ brat—gimme that !” he growls.

“no ! you're gonna have to kill me !”

“you wanna bet on it ?”

you groaned, leaning forward to tuck the book against you harder and it practically digs into your chest. you're almost crouched to the floor from your position. katsuki, ever obstinate, drapes himself over you to snatch it from around you and you wonder in the corner of your mind how the hell you’d explain this position if his parents came in right now. the thought makes your face burn. and you wiggle desperately to push this huge hunk of muscle off of you

“katsuki, get off ! this is weird !” you splutter. 

katsuki readies himself to fire off a quip, but his breath catches. it seems he himself caught onto your...less than savoury position. but he keeps trying to take the book from you, even as he relents and leans a bit further away from you, aiming to tug you upwards instead.

“i’m weird ? i catch you gigglin’ about my baby pictures like a creep but i’m making it weird ?” he scoffs, then finally relents, leaning back on his knees with a grumble.

“i wasn’t being a creep, you weirdo !” you retaliate stubbornly. when you’re sure he's backed off, you lean back up and shuffle away from him for extra precaution, which he rolls his eyes at. you clutch the half open book, smoothing your hand over the page in worry you might’ve crumpled it. 

“i just wanna see what you were like when you were little…” you admit quietly.

katsuki sigh. shoulders dropping with a soft “tch. whatever.”, he plops back on his butt, defeated. 

“just—stop makin’ all the noises…s’weird.” he bemoans, looking away from you.

so cute. so, so cute.

“no promises,” you tease. katsuki’s head whips your way to glare, but he quickly just rolls his eyes again.

but he quickly decides that if you can’t beat em, join em, and shuffles over to you, you lean against him and his body loosens and melts like hot wax, relaxing against you by instinct, a pleased sigh escapes his mouth involuntarily.

the fun ends quicker than expected when he catches sight of his picture, though, like he’d forgotten what you were even tangling about in the first place. he frowns again, hard and cringing.

“hurry up and get that one outta my face.” 

“i really don’t see why you don’t like this picture.” you snort.

katsuki looks at you like you've grown an extra head.

“'cus it looks fuckin’ bad,” he says like it’s obvious “i look like i’m fuckin’—mutated or somethin’. look like a fucked up gerber baby”

your shock makes you laugh, katsuki chuckles next to you at the sound.

“s’okay, suki. most babies look like that.” you sigh, wiping a tear from your eye.

katsuki softly shoves your shoulder with his. “hurry up.” he urges. and finally you comply. 

mixed in with pictures of him at four are pictures of him barely a few months old. then ones where he’s a bit older; nine—maybe eight. katsuki stays quiet throughout most of them, except when some make you both giggle.

there’s a sort of nostalgic glint in his eye when he looks back on them, pressing a hand over yours to still you when he wants to look at one for just a moment longer only to pretend like it didn't happen. you know he wants to talk about them, so you bring some of them up. he doesn’t ramble about them, but there’s the warmth of memories he cherishes when he warms up to your questions over time.

you reach the end of the booklet with a picture of him and izuku dressed as all-might for halloween, candy buckets ready to be filled and smiles wide and happy and sticky sweet.

—they are here !! (they both ended up being all might...)

you smile and even katsuki spares a fond little huff. 

you go back to what you think might be your favourite one. even though there were a lot of strong contenders.

in this one he’s in the kitchen, standing on his tippy toes looking over a pot of something with his mother, she’s guiding him while he mixes with utmost concentration. he’s so little, having to use a stool to be on eye level with the counter but even still wanting to stand up even higher like he had something to prove.  

“your parents are so cute,” you simper. “they really love you..” 

katsuki hums quietly, “i’d hope so,” he jokes, but even he can’t hide the small smile on his face.

“can’t remember what we were makin’ here. probably tasted like shit.” 

you snort. “i’m sure you did your best. can't be that bad if you look that focused.” and that earns you a deep chuckle from him.

katsuki stretches, grunting softly and elbows clicking with soft pops, but makes no move to actually get up “now, when i go looking for your baby pictures don’t treat me like the bad guy. you started this shit.”

you playfully glare up at his stupid smirk. “it’s not a competition, jerk. and don’t you dare !” you warn.

katsuki shrugs smugly, he chuckles again when you shove him.

you’re still looking at the pictures with a smile that doesn’t plan to leave any time soon. but then, the back of your head—a thought appears. one that decided to lodge itself into your mind, your soul and threatens to stay there permanently.

and katsuki, like he has a sixth sense, catches it behind your eyes immediately. 

he pokes your temple, you jolt. “what’s jostlin’ around in that head of yours, hm ?” he teases, but it's quieter than before. 

you shake your head, a shy chuckle escapes you to cover up your growing embarrassment. “it’s nothing.”

clearly. he doesn’t buy it.

“try again.” he reprimands.

you wiggle around uncomfortably , the photo book in your lap trembles lightly from your harsh grip on it the more the pressure builds up for you to answer. suddenly you feel very nervous to voice your thought out loud. 

you bite your lip, desperately trying to find a comfortable postion on his suddenly all too prickly rug. “i was just..thinkin’...”

“uhuh, ‘bout what ?” your boyfriend urges, pressing more of his weight onto you, annoyingly. “s'not often you form a thought up there, this is big. spit it out already.”

“fuck off, you asshole ! i-i was just thinking..! wondering—like—if we ever—y’know..!” you duck your head as the physical and mental pressure of embarrassment threatens to crushes you.

“if we had kids—like, what they’d look like...”

and it’s gone. the pressure, the rain, it’s silent now. completely silent.

you don’t dare peek up at the face your boyfriend is making. it was completely harmless thought, honestly ! the same as using a baby maker on the family computer ! but the sudden realisation that you were wondering about what your children would look like, and how the thought seemed to warm your heart too immensely for it to remain completely innocent hit you like a brick. 

you never thought much about having kids. sure you didn’t mind them, most of them were cute, but you've never talked about this topic together before. 

you feel sweat form on your temple, warmth reaching your chest and your face, your ears are thrumming.

“…kids ?” 

he finally speaks. the tone of his voice sounds like horror and it mortifies you. you quickly shoot up, eyes wide and frantic.

“KID—KID!! n-not—i didn’t mean plural!!”

and truly, you did your very best to try sounding nonchalant and joking, at least, but your nerves were on fire and there was nothing around to put it out. you start seriously contemplating running out in the rain and never showing your face again.

when your eyes meet again though, the look you’re met with isn’t what you expect. he doesn’t look as disgusted as you thought he was. instead his eyes are wide, expressionless but still shocked, like your words haven’t settled in yet, but he's starting to realise the implications of your words.

your throat goes completely dry, because you don’t know how you should take that. you quickly look away, squeaking out a timid “i was just joking..” fumbling with the corner pages of the photo book still tightly clutched in your grip. 

silence, more silence..you wish the floor would just swallow you up already. 

and then, so quiet you almost wouldn't have caught it he speaks “you…want that ?” 

you know what he means. 

“i—“ you cut yourself off. still refusing to make eye contact, you’re too into your own head to realise his tone is different. curious, but warmer, just a bit lighter.

“kid. i said kid.” you mumble, weakly trying to conserve the remains of your pride and backtrack

you hear katsuki shuffles, you fiddle with a bit of the paper at your fingertips.

“..s’wrong with havin’ more..?” 

you slowly lift your head to look up at him. katsuki is the one who avoids your gaze this time, pretending to be focused on the photo book now sitting limply in your hands, still open on the picture of him and his mom. he squints at it, eyebrows pinched tight and cheeks pink.

you look back down, your heart is beating too hard and fast for you to tease him like you usually would for being so uncharacteristically shy.

your fingers slowly creep over to his. he doesn’t comment, only latching two of his own in between three of yours. it’s a bit of an awkward angle but you make it work. it starts feeling nice, familiar, after a while. as all things tend to with katsuki.

“nothin’…nothing at all..” you mumble quietly.

katsuki takes a short moment , you hear his breathing stutter. and then he hums, quietly. “mm.” 

“mm.” you copy. it's silent again, but not as scarily. you hear him huff out a small laugh. 

“an’…how often do you think about this type of shit, huh ?”

“i-i’m not answering that question.”

“f”yer thinkin’ about having my kids, i think i have the right to know that—“

“KID I SAID, I SAID ONE!!”  

he laughs at you like the asshole he is and you huff indignantly. you’re surprised he’s even let this type of “mushy” topic continue for as long as it has without brushing it off. 

“it’s not like i think about it all the time..it just crosses my mind sometimes..y’know ?” you admit.

“yeah..” 

your head whips to him, you hadn’t expected him to actually agree. he still won’t look at you, focusing on tightening his grip on your interlaced fingers, properly clutching your hand in his now.

“just happens sometimes…don’t make a big deal out of it.”

“i—yeah ! totally, it happens…” 

katsuki stays silent but it feels like something's changed in this couple of seconds. as if a switch had flipped.

"yeah..." he trails off, eyes glued to yours. he's still a bit red around his nose and ears, but he looks at you differently right now. you gulp, anxiety and something else pulling in your gut again.

"..wanna get started right now ?"

"huh ?!"

then he leans in and kisses you.

despite the shock, you melt into him easily. he sighs against your nose, pulling back softly to look at you before diving back in like a man starved. one of his warms hands trail softly around your nape, comfortingly rubbing his finger up and down and he smirk pressed to your mouth when you shiver at the feeling.

he gets bolder, his other hand wrapping around your middle and he leans into you so you'll lean back, you do, back pressed to the now not so itchy rug and his hand moving from your nape to the back of your head. your arms wrap around him like instinct.

he makes you dizzy, even as you pull away for air, he doesn't stay unoccupied for long. he kisses up your cheeks and nudges your jaw with his nose so you'll give him space to press his lips there. his grip on you tightens when yours does so in surprise and with a gasp.

"how many you want..?" his voice comes out breathy, still not fully recovered from shoving his tongue in your mouth only moments prior. he gets a bit antsy, mouthing at any part of your jaw he can reach before leaning back up to your face to get your response " huh ? how many ?"

your breath comes heavy, ears burning. "i—i dunno, what do you want ?"

katsuki huffs, eyes trailing to think before he looks back at you.

"think two would be fine. maybe. f'you want more we could have more."

your heart skips.

suddenly, katsuki leans forward to work at your neck again, slowly trailing up.

"i'd want em to have your face," he starts, pressing a kiss to your chin "your eyes...yeah, that'd be fine.." and his voice comes out different. it's dreamy, out of it.

like he's genuinely imagining it the longer this goes on.

"think it'd be for the best if they don't get my attitude, though.." he chuckles.

your fingers find his nape as you run them through the hair there, katsuki shoves his head in your neck with a groan.

"would you want a boy or a girl ?" you ask.

"don't care if it's a goddamn dinosaur s'long as it's healthy."

you giggle, a dinosaur baby. "you shouldn't call our hypothetical baby it." you reprimand.

"the hell else am i supposed to call it ? 'ts not real."

"they ! have some morals !" you giggle, katsuki bites your shoulder, causing you to squeal mid laugh.

"i take back the attitude thing. wouldn't want 'em to have your mouth."

"right, 'cus yours would be so much better."

he scoffs, mouth tilting to press against the base of your throat

"'d like it if they laughed like you.."

you slowly quiet down, this was definitely a new side to katsuki, and to yourself if you were being honest.

"i don't know, i'd like it if they had your brows.." you sigh, lifting his chin to rub a thumb across his features. "i like your eyebrows."

your hands trail down towards the slop of his nose, katsuki's eyes stay fixed to yours, "your nose, too.." he doesn't notice how his mouth drops open the smallest bit when you press your thumb to his lips.

"like your smile, too." you hum "i'd really like them to have that."

"you don't know what you're saying..." he whispers, it comes out slightly strangled. almost a whine of sorts. you feel the warmth run all throughout your body and before you can stop yourself you continue.

"i'd like if they liked spicy food as much as you do, if you taught them how to cook. maybe they'd be boastful like you, but i think that'd be cute."

he shoves his face in your chest, grumbling your name in warning.

"i think they'd be kind too, like you are. even when you pretend you're not."

"now you really don't know what you're talking about.." he protests, you smile wordlessly, eyes soft for the man in front of you.

his grip on you tightens, unbearably so, but you don't mind. "you'd want that...with me ?" he asks, voice muffled. meek almost.

"who else ?" you giggle, and he digs his nose into your stomach in reprimand.

"i'll have one or fuckin' fifteen kids with you if you wanted to." he swears, voice suddenly way too eager and determined.

"that's definitely way too much !" you laugh "i'm never carrying that many babies, sorry to burst your bubble."

"that's fine," he chuckles, smile soft when he looks up again "long as it's with you, wouldn't mind if it's a kid and a half."

"that's...too little, i think." you smile, so wide and happy.

"just shut up and let me be nice while i feel like it, brat." he leans to chomps on your cheek, and you laugh while weakly pushing them off.

he slowly presses his forehead to yours. not to say anything in particular, you think the most has been said for now. he leans in for one more kiss, this one softer than before but just as sweet and warm.

"no kids for now, though." he sighs, stretching when he sits up again with another groan. he presses a warm hand to your stomach, rubbing soothingly up and down "g'nna have to wait some more."

"it's not like i said i wanted you to get me pregnant right now," you grumble, kicking him from your position on the floor. katsuki laughs meanly, catch your ankle in his big hand. "especially here, of all places. sounds like you're the one who's being impatient." you huff.

"don't know," he smirks, not denying your claim. using the leverage on your ankle, he tugs you closer to his lap, practically manhandling you. you shriek, yelling at him for potentially giving you carpet burn, but he ignores you in favour of settling your leg how he wants it.

"should've seen that look on your face. looked like you wanted somethin', alright."

he leans over you again, your ankle over his shoulder and your head trapped under his scarred muscular arms.

"in the meantime, how 'bout i give you a reward. for bein' so patient, how's that sound ?"

you gulp.

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tsukishima kei, for one, is a massive pole of stoicism, bitterness, and sarcasm towards people he absolutely wants to piss off.

so why is it that he can’t help but turn needy once you’re in his peripheral vision?

you were just existing, walking into the gym while drinking some soda. but to tsukishima? you might as well broadcast your footsteps with how fast his head turned when he heard the sound of your shoes.

to tsukishima kei, you’re perfect. you’re so perfect that it makes his eye twitch in annoyance. he wants to get on your nerves, really, he does. thing is, all his sense of self-respect ran out of the window as soon as you appeared in his life.

nobody could believe their eyes when they saw tsukishima jog—yes, jog not walk, jog—towards you, his eyes wide with what normal people call ‘love’.

tsukishima kei who wrapped his arms around you, burying his face on the crook of your neck, breathing you in like a man that almost suffocated.

“you smell so fucking good, y/n..” he mumbles against your skin, voice hoarse and needy.

you just laugh, hugging him back which makes him melt in your hold. “c’mon kei, you still have practice.” 

tsukishima kei who let out a needy, whiny huff as he lifts his head up closer to your ear. “would you let me kiss you more later?” he whispers, and since no one could see anything except for his back, he nibbles on your earlobe. “that’s the least you could do for looking this enticing.”

“you say that everyday.” you groan.

“but i’m right,” he counters, finally standing straight. he ignores the gasps of his teammates as he leans closer and kisses your forehead.

tsukishima kei who reluctantly walks back to his very intrigued yet astonished teammates and glares at them so they wouldn’t ask any questions.

tsukishima kei who, once practice ended, practically floated over to you. he already snatched your bag away, his free hand wrapping around your waist as he guides you out of the gym.

tsukishima kei who can’t stop himself from stopping your walk home just for him to drag you to a shady alleyway to trail kisses down your throat, his breathing heavy as he complains about you being way too addicting for him to keep his hands off you.

“how— how exactly am i supposed to keep my hands off you if you’re like this?” he murmurs as he gently sucks on your collarbone where no one would see.

“like what?” you ask, your hands fisting his uniform for support.

“you look tempting,” he replies, licking the skin he marked.

“school air got me. i barely even have anything on my face.”

tsukishima kei who pulls back with a sly smirk while licking his lips, “even better.”

tsukishima kei who stops only after your legs are weak from his kisses, he picks you up while carrying his and your bags, and starts carrying you home.

tsukishima kei who keeps leaning down to peck your pretty face every five minutes because he couldn’t help it. how could he even hold that back if he has such a perfect lover?

tsukishima kei who doesn’t walk away from your house until he’s sure you’re safe and sound.

tsukishima kei who folds with just a little bit of your attention. you look at him? he gives you a small, almost unnoticeable lovesick smile. you glare at him? his knees turn into jelly. you breathe near him? he’s a second away from asking you to suffocate him.

tsukishima kei who loves it when you get annoyed and you manhandle him by pulling him down by his tie or the collar of his shirt. he smirks slyly, eyes lovesick as he lets you tug him down, your eyes narrowed.

tsukishima kei who’s face turns pink because you’re glaring at him. he keeps taunting you just to see you pissed off, loving how attractive you look.

tsukishima kei who’s eyes can’t help but drift to your lips while you scold him for being snarky, so he does the only justifiable thing to soothe your pretty little angered brain. he smashes his lips on yours, making you gasp.

tsukishima kei who takes that gasp as his chance to slip his tongue in your mouth, his hands coming up to cup your face and slightly tilt it to the side.

tsukishima kei who grins when you both pull back panting, his thumb caressing your bottom lip. “guess that’s one way to shut your pretty mouth up, huh?”

tsukishima kei who can’t help but get hard whenever you look at him too long or when you narrow your pretty eyes at him. he’s pathetic since he has a fetish for your love.

a/n: might be bad, ngl. it’s been awhile since i wrote anything like this.. like, a few days lol

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