ââ âś before you read: 1.4k words ; female reader ; established relationship ; very unserious influencer reader ; pro hero katsuki ; fluff and banter ; masterlist.
based on this post and amiraâs hilarious comment
âGet ready with me to dump my pro hero boyfriend!â
You grin into your phone camera as you prop it up against a bottle of moisturizer on the bathroom counter. Beside you, Katsuki is brushing his teeth. The brushing immediately stops. You watch as his eyes narrow at you through the mirror, stifling a giggle.
âThe fuck did you just say?â
You bite your lip to stop yourself from laughing. âHi, guys!â you continue cheerfully, waving at the camera. âToday Iâm getting ready to break up with my pro hero boyfriend. Some of you might know him as Dynamightââ
âIs this some bullshit new trend online?â He crosses his arms, toothbrush hanging in his mouth as he looks at you unamused.
ââwho Iâm leaving because, unfortunately, heâs become a huge burden in my life, and I need to cut him loose.â
The toothbrush leaves his mouth, falling into the sink as he gapes, âWhat?â
You reach for a makeup sponge. âNormally, I would start with skincare, but he buys me the expensive stuff, and since Iâm dumping him and wonât have his wallet anymore, I have to make it last. Canât be wasting it on him, you know?â
âHah?â he snaps, inching closer as he stares into the camera with furrowed brows. You easily ignore him.
âIâve been meaning to break up with him sooner, but I just didnât want to handle all the crying and stuffâfrom him, not me, just to be clear.â
âIâm not gonna fuckinâ cry over your stupid ass videoââ
âUnfortunately, heâs a very emotional person. Very clingy, too.â
âIâm not clingy. Youâre the one who spams me with texts while Iâm on patrol!â
You dab concealer beneath your eyes as he defends himself against every accusation you make, and it becomes far too difficult to hide your laughter. You let out a soft giggle, and he throws you a very offended glare. (Yes, Katsuki is smart enough to know that this is a silly little joke on your part just to be funny. No, that does not stop him from treating this as a serious matter in which he has to protect his dignity. Lucky for you, that only makes for better views.)
âNow, some people might think breaking up with a pro hero wouldnât be very smart for my brand, but luckily, mine is very easy to replace.â
âEasy to replace?â
You have to look away from him because the expression on his face is making it ten times harder to pretend to take this seriously, and youâre barely keeping a straight face. âThere are lots of blonde men in the world, so Iâm sure Iâll easily find someone else to fit the role.â
âWho the fuck are you gonna find better than me, huh?â He challenges, particularly irritated by that statement.Â
âAs you can see, heâs already in denial.â
âOi! Donât ignore me!â
âAnger is the next stage of grief.â
The phone is grabbed before you can dab on your blush, and he spins you around, pinning you against the bathroom counter as he gives you a dirty look. You break into a fit of giggles, wrapping your arms around his neck as you press an innocent kiss to the tip of his nose.Â
âHi, baby,â you hum.
He raises a brow. âDonât hi baby me, dumbass. You make sure you tell that camera that youâll never dump your boyfriend and that thereâs no other manâblonde or notâlike him, andââ
You roll your eyes, hands cupping his cheeks as you pull him into a soft, slow kiss, cutting his words off effectively. He melts into you, kissing back as soon as your lips touch his, and you like to think that your silly idea only makes him kiss you a little more seriously. A little more meaningful, just to prove something.
âDonât worry,â you peck the corner of his mouth, âI was just kidding. Iâd never dump someone with pro hero money from the number five spot.â
â â â â â
âGet ready with me to get proposed to by my pro hero boyfriend!â
You beam at your phone camera from your vanity. Behind you, Katsuki is sprawled across the bed, one ankle hooked over the other, scrolling on his phone while sipping on his morning coffee. The coffee immediately goes down the wrong pipe.
He chokes, and a terribly strained coughing fit erupts from behind you. You almost feel bad for disrupting his peace on his day offâalmost.Â
âNow, the proposal hasnât been planned yet,â you explain to your hypothetical audience while reaching for your moisturizer, âbut Iâve decided I want it to happen today.â
Another coughing fit. âWhat?â
âKatsuki, are you okay? Youâre coughing a lot today. Do you have a cold?â
âDonât play dumb with me, womanâwhat the fuck are you up to this time?â
You give him an innocent smile as you say, âNothing!â
Youâve decided to keep this little game going for as long as you canâa new scheme whenever you can to keep him on his toes. Partially because youâd be lying if you said you didnât enjoy his reactions, but partially because, truthfully, you think seeing a softer, more human side of Katsuki will do him some wonders in the public eye. And what sort of doting girlfriend would you be if you didnât take your chances at helping his public image?
âWhy do you keep lying to your audience through these stupid videos?â he demands.
You gasp. âLying?â
âYes, lying,â he gives you a flat look, eyeing you like youâre crazy for denying the accusation.
âWhy would this be a lie?â You challenge. Then, dramatically, you gasp, clutching your chest in mock hurt as you hiss, âSo are you saying that you don't want to marry me?â
âW-what? I didnât fuckinâ say thatâdonât put words in my mouthââ
âSo, I guess this video is now becoming a get-ready-with-me to get dumped, because apparently Katsuki wants to break up with me because he fell out of love with me and found someone new. I think heâs been emotionally cheating on me with someoneâa sidekick, Iâd bet. Always trust your gut, ladiesâyour gut never lies.â
âHah?! Youââ he sighs, rubbing a hand over his face as he exhales tiredly and gives you a dry look. âYou know what, thatâs right. Mâfuckinâ dumping your ass.â
You clap a hand over your mouth dramatically. âEveryone cancel him!â
â â â â â
âGet ready with me to make out with my pro hero boyfriend!â
You beam at your phone camera yet again. But today, for the first time in the history of these videos, there is no Katsuki behind you that is staring at you in disbelief or glaring at you in irritation. Instead, Katsuki is sitting on the bed, looking up from his phone as a wide, smug grin spreads across his face.
âFinally,â he says, setting his phone aside. âYou thought of a good one.â
You blink. âWaitââ
âNo, no, you canât take shit back now. You wanna make out with your pro hero boyfriend, so thatâs what your video is gonna be, baby.â
âKatsukiââ
He stands, hastily walking over as he says in approval, âNow weâre talkin. I like this video idea.â
He materializes in front of you, easily grabbing you by the wrist and tugging you up before he hooks an arm around your waist and pulls you flush against him. His lips start peppering kisses up your throat and along your jaw as he works his way up to your lips. You melt against your will, giggling a little as you hiss (weakly), âKats! We canâtâŚyou canât kiss me yet!â
âAnd why the fuck not, huh? You got some other boyfriend to kiss? Bring âim here, I can fight.â
âI have to get ready first,â you huff, shoving him lightly, âthatâs the point of a get-ready-with-me? You have to wait till my makeup is done.â
âWhatâs the point in that?â He hums, pressing a soft, delicate peck to your lips before he murmurs, âsâjust gonna be a waste of all your hard work when mâdone with you, yeah baby?â
You shiver at the tone in his voice, pupils dilating as you stare at him. His eyes are twinkling with amusement as he gives you a wolfish grin, reaching over and locking your phone, and cutting the camera off from recording. This video might not end up getting posted at all, you thinkâthis one might just break community guidelines.Â
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18+ Satoru sometimes forgets the difference between a fidget toy and your clit â§.*
Satoru is the type of guy to absentmindedly play with your pussy whenever heâs bored.
Youâre lying on the couch, spooning with him and watching a movie? Expect him to dip his fingers into your pants and rub your clit for the entirety of it. He doesnât even do it out of lust or perversion, itâs almost like a habit to him now. The tips of his fingers brush over your nub, rubbing it ever so softly, occasionally pinching it slightly. Itâs not like he doesnât know what heâs doing, but heâs so casual with it, it almost seems like he isnât even doing anything nasty at all.
And poor you, struggling to focus on the movie that did seem kind of promising, because he just had to start toying with you again, soaking your panties and shortsâand youâre sure the couchâs got a damp spot as well.
Youâre writhing subtly, his fingers never really pressing down harshly, just tracing soft patterns on your clit like heâs stirring the spoon in his coffee. Neither of you say anything, nor do you try to stop him. It felt so good, you just wish heâd do it when youâre not trying to watch a movie.
He doesnât even acknowledge the fact that you came, simply continuing to circle your clit like some sort of fidget toy. Your legs start to tremble at around the halfway mark, even if he was only lightly touching your poor, puffy clit, it was still enough to be so incredibly overstimulating after your third orgasm.
When the credits roll you donât even know what the plot of the movie you were watching was. âWhat a good ending. Did you like the movie, baby?â, heâll ask, painfully unaware of the fact that no, you canât like itâyou couldnât even pay attention to the movie. Only when he pulls his hand out of your shorts and notices itâs sticky with your arousal will he realize his question was kind of silly, and youâll get an apologetic grin.
katsuki was at the gym with kirishima, since the latter had just moved into the city and missed "having bro time at the gym together, like we did at ua!" katsuki had scoffed when he heard this over the phone, but you encouraged him to go despite his insistence to sleep in with you. no matter how tough he pretended to be, you knew how much he loved his friends, especially kirishima.
they were warming up on neighbouring treadmills: kirishima rambling about some hero themed cafe he'd stumbled upon when exploring the city with mina, katsuki thinking about how cute your face must look right now, all soft and sleepy (it was the reason he'd wanted to stay in so badly, after all). that's when kirishima had asked the question.
"so, what about you? how's the wifey?" at his friend's mention of you, katsuki snapped out of his train of thoughts, smirking. despite having been married to you for just over half a year now, he didn't think he'd ever get tired of hearing you being referred to as his wife.
the nickname hit him second, "what?" he asked, now thrown off.
"your wife, katsuki, y/n. how is she?" kirishima clarified, "mina was wondering if we could do some double date kind of thing, but knowing her, she's probably set it up by now."
your husband's brow furrowed as he went uncharacteristically quiet, replying, "i know who my wife is, shitty hair, and she's doing good. she had some weird stomach bug a couple days ago, so she's been takin' it slow, resting, all that." he stopped himself before he went into more detail - he hated how chatty the mention of you made him, it made him feel like a hypocrite for pestering deku about his constant muttering.
the nickname stayed on his mind for the rest of his time at the gym, and on his way home, and as he entered your shared apartment.
"hey, kats, missed you," you said, still stuck between dreams and reality as you made your way over to the front door and burying your face in his chest, humming contentedly as katsuki's strong arms wrapped around you
it slipped out of his lips before he could stop it, "missed you too, wifey."
you giggled before pulling your body away from his to face him, and katsuki felt the tips of his ears burn as you asked, "what'd you just call me?"
he tried turning away so you wouldn't be able to see the look of embarrassment on his face, but there really was no hiding from you - you were the first to notice how the tips of his ears would turn red whenever he'd get shy or embarrassed. you were the first to notice anything beyond surface level about him. the first who bothered to dig deeper.
"'s nothing. stupid shitty hair called you that when we were at the gym 'n it couldn't leave my head."
"hey, its alright," you said, voice gentle as you cradled his face, your thumb rubbing circles into his jawline, "it just caught me off-guard, didn't think i'd ever hear something that silly come out of you."
after that day, it had turned into an inside joke between you. he'd call you wifey while tickling you to wake you up in the morning, or while competing against you in mario kart, or while throwing a handful of flour at you in the kitchen.
one time, he'd called you that after coming home from late-night patrol to find you crying into his pillow after a rough day. it was when you'd calmed down a little, no longer full-on sobbing, but still opting to play with his fingers as leftover tears occasionally streaked down your face. he'd said it then as a way to lighten the mood, to get you to crack a smile or maybe even laugh in that way only you did, the way that had him laughing right with you.
but you'd looked at him then with a look of pure, sticky sweet love, your eyes filling to the brim with tears all over again as you wrapped your arms around him and cried about how much you loved your sweet husband so much.
after that night, wifey was no longer a funny little nickname
an this one is written for all my fellow crybabies and SPECIFICALLY my crybabies who cry when people are so very nice to them <3 if only kirishima knew what he'd started...
Five years ago, when it first started, it was supposed to be simple. Two pro heroes. Long hours. Shared exhaustion. Something quiet that grew between stolen meals and bruises patched up at 3 a.m.
The media ruined that within a year.
Someone caught the way his hand lingered at your lower back. Someone zoomed in on the matching rings youâd sworn were just accessories. Someone noticed how Bakugo only ever smiled like that when you were around.
You tried to deny it. Both of you did. Badly.
Three years in, you stopped pretending.
The engagement lasted two months before Bakugo blew it.
It was supposed to be a throwaway interview. Thirty seconds. One question. You werenât even there. Youâd already rushed off to another press obligation when the interviewer asked him how he balanced work and personal life.
Bakugo didnât even think.
âMy wife keeps me in line.â
The interviewer froze.
Bakugo froze.
The camera zoomed in just in time to catch his eyes widen a fraction too late.
âMyââ he cleared his throat, scowling. âI meanââ
Too late.
The clip went everywhere.
You watched it in a hotel hallway, hand over your mouth, laughing so hard you nearly dropped your phone.
The fans lost their minds.
So did the media.
By the time the wedding happened, it barely mattered. People already assumed. Paparazzi hovered. Headlines screamed. Fans dissected every frame of you together.
And then, slowly, things changed.
Year five came quietly.
You stopped going to events as much. Bakugo canceled interviews. You disappeared from red carpets. The agency gave vague statements. âScheduling conflicts.â âPrivate matters.â
Rumors bloomed like rot.
Did they split?
Was it messy?
Did Bakugo drive her away?
Why was he alone at that one awards show?
That night was brutal. The photos of him standing there without you went viral within minutes. Threads exploded. Hate accounts resurfaced. YouTube thumbnails screamed betrayal and divorce in bold red letters.
You watched it all from the couch, feet propped up, exhausted, your phone face-down.
Bakugo paced the living room like a caged animal.
âI should say something,â he growled.
âYouâll make it worse,â you said calmly.
He stopped, looking at you, then at the tiny bundle sleeping against your chest.
ââŚYeah,â he muttered. âYouâre right.â
So you stayed quiet.
Until the interview.
The show was known for chaos. A popular YouTube channel, flashy set, loud hosts. A game where celebrities answered uncomfortable questions or ate progressively hotter wings.
Bakugo hated it already.
He sat back in the chair, arms crossed, scowl firmly in place. The host grinned like he knew exactly what he was doing.
âAlright,â he said. âLast question. This oneâs been asked the most.â
Bakugo reached into the box, pulled out the slip, unfolded it.
He snorted.
âFigures.â
He read it aloud.
âDid you and y/n split up?â
The crew went quiet. Cameras leaned in.
Bakugo sighed, leaning back, irritation sharp but familiar. âYou people are real comfortable asking shit that ainât your business.â
The host laughed nervously. âYou can always eat the wingââ
Bakugo opened his mouth to snap back.
Thenâ
A baby laughed.
Clear as day.
High-pitched. Bright. Unmistakable.
Bakugo stopped mid-word.
The entire set froze.
ââŚWhat,â the host said slowly.
Bakugo closed his eyes. Just for a second. Then he rubbed his face and let out a long breath.
âTch.â
He looked straight into the camera.
âYou guys really wanna know?â
The crew was already losing it. Someone off-screen laughed. The camera shifted.
And then it flipped.
There you were.
Standing just off set, holding a baby against your chest. Your skin glowing, hair pulled back casually, eyes tired but warm. The baby was laughing again, tiny hands grabbing at your collar like the world was a joke she hadnât gotten tired of yet.
The internet imploded in real time.
You walked onto the set like it was nothing.
Bakugo stood immediately, irritation gone, replaced with something soft and unguarded. You placed the baby in his arms without a word.
His entire face changed.
She giggled, reaching for him, tiny fingers curling into his shirt.
âShe thinks itâs funny when I get angry,â he muttered, pressing his forehead gently to hers.
You laughed from behind the camera. âAinât that true, April?â
The baby squealed like youâd confirmed the greatest secret on earth.
Bakugo lifted her slightly so the camera could see her better. She kicked happily, blonde curls bouncing, tan skin warm against his hands.
He looked back at the lens, smirk sharp and proud.
âNo,â he said. âMe and my wife didnât split up.â
He adjusted his grip, secure and practiced.
âWe just had a fucking baby.â
Silence.
Then chaos.
The video hit twelve million views in under an hour.
Headlines flipped overnight. Rumors died choking on themselves. Hate accounts vanished. New ones popped up just to scream about how unfairly cute your family was.
And at home later that night, with the noise finally far away, Bakugo sat on the couch with April asleep on his chest and you curled against his side.
âTold you we didnât need to say anything,â you murmured.
He huffed softly, kissing the top of your head.
âYeah,â he said. âBut it felt good watching them shut up.â
You said something offhandedly, he gave you a sarcastic remark to gently poke fun at you. Nothing harsh, nothing cutting, like so many of his other words.
No, heâd never direct any actual bitterness at you. Though, others might not be able to tell the slight difference in tone when he talks to you. And the way his choice of words becomes a lot more forgiving. Not that they matter anyways.
You donât miss the teasing glint in his eyes, the slight raise of the corner of his mouth. He knows what heâs doing, always having found amusement in poking and prodding at people to provoke a reaction.
So you do the obvious and swiftly swipe the pillow on his lap â that his book he is currently reading was laying on, oh, how handsome he looks when heâs completely absorbed in itâ away from him, to smack him in the face with it. Lovingly, of course.
The plush hits his face with a soft thump, muffling the startled noise he made. The way it lands right back on his lap is almost comical. Thereâs a short pause, and you can practically hear his mind debating whether he should let out an exaggerated exhale and drop it or whether he should strike back.
After having stared into the wall with a deadpan for a few seconds, he seems to have decided.
âReally? Thatâs your move?â, he asks flatly, but you donât miss the way his hand gently puts the book away. Minimising collateral damage of whatâs to come.
You so saw this coming, and yet, the pillow being thrown your way startles you. You duck, barely dodging the ferocious attack that none other than your precious lover launched.
Thereâs no option other than retaliation.
Next thing you know, you find yourself pinned on the ground beneath the wanderer. He had given you a false sense of security right before he bested you, having pretended to be oh so weak with his wrists under your grasp. Of course you know that your boyfriend is much stronger than you, and still you gawked in disbelief when he easily freed himself from your grip and turned the situation right back at you.
âMy, my, are you struggling?â, he muses condescendingly, looking far too satisfied with himself. And still, the look on his face is too endearing, the proud glint in his eyes, the smug grin, the way he inches closer and closer. âIâd almost call it cute, if you didnât heinously ambush meâ, he adds, letting out a dramatic sigh.
âOh, please. I went easy on youâ, you retort, making a show of threateningly leaning closer too, the playful grin on your face contradicting your actions.
âHa, easy?â, he snorts, clearly in disbelief of your words. âLast chance to surrenderâ, he says in a singsongy voice. No outsider would ever believe you if you ever told them about this.
Right as you were about to shoot back a witty reply again, you hear a sudden gasp. Both of you turn your heads to its source, which is a very confused and mildly concerned looking Durin at the door.
Wanderer immediately backs off, looking like a startled cat. You instantly shift your attention to Durin, âHey, you okay there?â
He looks even more puzzled, tilting his head to the side. âWasnât Hat Guy about toâŚâ, he trails off.
You blink, thinking for a second before it clicks in your head. âOhhh, thatâs what youâ You misunderstood! Heâd never actually threaten me, Durin. We were just⌠playfighting?â, you correct his assumption, unsure of how to explain what he just witnessed.
Apparently it didnât clear up anything, as Durinâs eyes widened in curiosity. âWhatâs playfighting?â, he asks innocently.
Wanderer looks like he wants to die on the spot, pinching the bridge of his nose and letting out a loud sigh.
Sensing the very slight, totally almost unnoticeable embarrassment on his end, you take it upon yourself to explain the concept of playfighting to Durin, letting your boyfriend give a tiny nod of approval at the end of your explanation.
Durin listens intently and concludes that itâs another weird human custom he hasnât learned about yet.
To further ease your lovers headache that this mustâve caused him, you take Durinâs hand and try to change the topic. âHow about we go and draw something nice? Come on, Hat Guy, join us. You have skilled hands, righhhht?â You canât help the slight teasing.
ââ ââ ââ â ââ
A few days have passed since that incident and you didn't think much more of it. Right now, you're in the kitchen, preparing lunch for the three of you. The pan sizzles, the chicken looking mouthwatering, if you say so yourself, prepared just how Durin likes it.
You hum a soft tune, taking a sip from your coffee. You're not really a morning person. Or a noon person either.
A soft patting on the floor distracts you, Durin sure is an energetic dragon. The kitchen door slams open with a slight creak and he looks at you with a determined and serious look, his wings slightly raised in preparation. Just what is he up to?
You don't have any time to ponder or dwell on it as he charges right at you, letting out a loud gruff when he tackles you to the ground with a heavy thud. You drop the wooden spoon you were holding, he almost tipped the pan with the burning hot oil over.
You rub your hip and groan quietly. Before you even get to turn to Durin and ask what this is all about, he gets swooped right off of you.
Wanderer is holding him by the collarâ careful to not be too roughâ and reprimanding him. "What do you think you're doing? Surely you know that attempted murder is a crime", he scolds the dragon, who looks pitifully guilty and confused.
Durin tries to open his mouth to reply, but your boyfriend is faster, now crouching down beside you and checking your head for tender spots. "You okay? You didn't hit your head, right?", he asks hastily, concern taking over.
"I'm... fine", you reassure gently. Looking at his unconvinced expression, you add, "I landed on my hip. Just glad he didn't knock over the pan."
This seems to calm him down a bit, which allows you to worry about your very confused assailant.
"I assume I didn't do this playfighting thing right?", he mutters, eyes downcast. At least that memo landed. You can't help but snort a little though, this is amusing.
Patting his head gently, you confirm, "Not... exactly. You're meant to hold back."
"Yeah, it's called playfighting, not playkilling", Wanderer adds unceremoniously. Still, his tone sounds more relieved than upset.
Durin's guilty look is too pitiful to look at. You pull him into a hug, softly telling him it's okay and that he didn't mean to be so rough. He keeps mumbling apologies and promises to be more careful in the future.
Your boyfriend, in the meantime, took it upon himself to plate your carefully prepared lunch onto three plates, setting them onto the kitchen table.
âItâs fine,â he sighs, pushing a plate toward Durin, who just sat down together with you. âJust⌠try not to knock anyone unconscious before lunch.â
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nanami hadnât been able to wear his glasses, lately.
no, not because the prescription was wrong or anything like that; it was his new pair after all, thin frame and all. but because his pregnant wife, you, would get a little too... excited about it, to say the least.
it all started one night, when he wore it to read a mystery novel he recently purchased next to you on the bed, slipping through the pages calmly under the blanket, his one hand on your belly. nanami thought you were fast asleep, but when the book he was holding quickly changed into his beautiful wife straddling his lap, he could not be more wrong.
your lips captured his in a swift motion, moving like someone who couldnât get enoughâinsatiable. his hands that were grabbing air found your waist like an anchor. for a man who couldnât process your gesture fast enough, his body worked hard to cover it. kissing you like thatâs the only thing he was meant to do, moving along at the pace you set, taking only what you let him. âmmh, hello to you too. did i do something good today, love?â he asked in-between, smiling. not particularly fixated on the answer as long as he got to touch you, as long as it got you in his hold.
you pulled away, inspecting his face and the glasses that fit him in a way that you could no longer express appropriately. hair all messy, still slightly wet from the shower as his scent wrapped you like a dream. âyouâre about to,â you whispered, kissing his neck as the memory faded, leaving the man all hot and bothered.
fine, nanami confessed. he also let it happened way more that heâd like to admit. he really should have held back, helping you relax so you could rest instead of getting swept away every time by your honey-like voice, soft kisses and how sweet you smelled like before bed. he really should have, somehow most nights always ended up with him and you partaking in such an intense... activity. well not exactly somehow, it had been an old news afterallâthat he could not ever resist you.
somewhere along the lines, nights where he noticed, it always had something to do with two things. him and his glasses. it took him a while to figure it out, with his mind being quite infatuated by you. but when he eventually figured it out he could be more giddy, knowing that he was as desirable to you as you were to him.
but that had to stop. it really did. nanami would hate to wear you out, making you tired when he should be helping you feel the opposite. he did not want to contribute into anything that could possibly affect your physical condition negatively, even just a little.
thatâs why nanami decided not to wear his glasses anymore for a while. he decided to be responsible for the both of you.
âken? you're not reading tonight?â but then you asked. the answer came within a split second, right after he was done ogling the sight of you in your nightgown. he knew what you were asking, he knew exactly what it was implying.
âiâm about to, love. someone just couldnât get enough, hm?â he asked gently, caressing your earlobe intimately. you nuzzled closer, and he knew he was done for.
tomorrow, nanami thought. tomorrow, he will definitely start being responsible.
bakugou pauses mid-sentence, then leans in, pressing his face right into your neck.
you squirm, trying to push him away. his nose brushes against your skin, and a reluctant laugh escapes you. you put your hands on his chest and push.
âstop! you know iâm ticklish there,â you tell him.
he grips your waist, holding you in place. his eyes narrow.
âwhat the fuck is that?â he says.
âwhat?â you furrow your brow, leaning back to look into his face. âwhatâs what?â
bakugou scowls. âyou smell like shitty cologne.â
âwhat?â you turn your head, attempting to smell yourself. you do catch a wisp of scent on you. âoh! it got cold out, and i forgot my jacket so todoroki lent me his. his cologne mustâve rubbed off on me.â
âwhy the hell would you take it?â bakugou says, scowl deepening.
âit was cold!â
âso stay cold.â
âkatsuki!â
bakugou reaches up and pinches your nose. âyou call me if youâre cold, iâll bring you something.â
âyou were on patrol!â you say, voice nasally. you bat at his hand, and he lets go.
âi donât give a fuck. now go shower. donât fucking pull this shit again.â
âyouâre so annoying sometimes,â you say. âhe was just being nice.â
bakugou drops his head to bite your shoulder.
âare you a dog,â you say, deadpan. your hand reaches up to thread through his hair. you tug at the strands a little.
he growls into you in response, and you break into a smile, laughing.
⥠Ýâ . Your kids are acting up again but just wait till pro hero #7 gets home from work ⥠Ýâ .
âWait till daddy gets home.â
That simple sentence alone was enough to send chills down the spine of your identical twins backs. They paused in their tracks frozen in place as their assortment of chalk crayons fall on the floor, leaving behind broken chips and dust.
Youâd told Kenji (your little boy) and Kisaki (your little girl) to get somewhere and sit down a long time ago. Just this morning theyâd woken you up from your nap by deciding to have a full on scream battle over who got the last waffle. Then when you asked them to help with the dishes they broke two plates and a glass cup which you had to clean up. And then you had to patch up little Kenjiâs knee when he decided to take a dive off the sofa onto the hard floor.
And now they were drawing in the walls. With chalk.
Surely you were warned about the terrible twoâs, but not one soul couldâve prepared you for the frightening fourâs.
âI thought I told you two to watch cartoons in your room.â You said clenching your jaw in attempt to not raise your voice.
They just looked back at you with big bright crimson eyes as if theyâd do it again. They were an exact replica of their father. Kisaki was stubborn just like him. She was firey and a mouthy from the moment she learned to speak.
Kenji not so much. He took after you in attitude a lot more and had a lot of your mannerisms. Which is why you were surprised that he decided to draw on the wall too. In fact, judging by the drawings he seemed to be the ring leader in this project.
âWhat are you gonna do when daddy gets home huh?â you mentioned again. The twins eyes couldnât possibly grow wider.
âIâm home from work.â The door slammed open.
o, they definitely grew wider.
You made a âooooohâ gesture as if mocking your kids.
âThe hell you all standing around here for?â Your husband heavy foot steps approached as some of his hero gear struck the ground. The steps stopped. And just as his kids did, Bakugouâs crimson eyes widened.
âWho the HELL drew on the wall!?â
The twins quickly point at each other as if the blue and pink chalk left on both of their hands wasnât evidence enough.
Katsuki was almost fuming. âHowâd this even happen?â He asked you.
âIâve already told them multiple times today to stop being cheeky but I just canât get through to them.â
Katsuki quickly eyes his kids before sighing and sinking down to their level.
âListen, Iâm happy you two respect your father but you absolutely have to listen to yerâ mother too. If she tells you to do something you better listen. Donât let her have to tell me that she asked you two to do something and you didnât listen again, kay?â
The two nodded immediately as if eating out the palm of their fathers hand.
âNow go some wet towels and clean yerâ mess.â And with that they were off. âDamn bratsâ he whispered to himself.
ââKats how in the world do you get them to do that?â You asked.
Katsuki stepped behind you, âBecause you have to be firm. You baby them too much.â He said into your ear as his hands snaked around your waist.
âWell someone has to be the nice parent, and itâs definitely not you.â
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秌彝 â pranking sylus by "losing" your ring⌠gone wrong | 18+ .á
âThis canât go wrong, Mephisto. You must hide the ring and not lose it, okay?"
"Caw! Cawww caw?"
"I don't even know what you're saying, but that doesn't matter. As long as he doesn't find the ring, the plan will go smoothly." You snap your fingers at the bird and step back, waving the ring at him before placing it on his beak. "And it's not like I'm divorcing him or anything. Luke and Kieran are in on the prank too... at least I hope they are."
"Caw..."
"Okay, let's hope the prank runs smoothly."
KNOCK KNOCK KNOCK
You stay silent, peering your gaze at the door. It couldn't be Sylus, right?
When the knocks erupted again and the sounds of two familiar boys echo through the other side, you sigh in relief and eventually open the door to be met with the twins who were grinning at you ear to ear. And that look alone meant something was up...like they had something up their sleeve.
"What are you guys smiling for?" You ask, tilting your head to the side curiously as the twins continue to giggle and not answer immediately. Something made you think they already told Sylus, but that couldn't happen... right?
"Nothing's wrong boss lady! it's just, Sylus will be home in a bit, maybe in five minuteâ"
Creeeeeaaakkk
Oh.
Oh.
He was home early.
Way earlier than the twins mentioned.
Well, as long as step one was complete-
"What are all of you doing in here?" The footsteps of heavy shoes grew louder at every step he tookâThump. Thump. Thumpâyou swore, at one point you didn't know if it was your heart beating at the same pace, or the same soundâ because the moment Sylus stopped at the entrance of his door, staring at the four of you with a curious look, you almost, just almost dropped the prank right then and there.
But you weren't going to give up that easily! I mean, it shouldn't take long for him to figure out there wasn't a ring on your finger despite coming home just minutes ago.
"All three of you, go to your room. It's late." Sylus nodded at the twins and Mephisto, directing his head in the direction out of his room. But he didn't acknowledge you yet, and instead just waited for everyone to leave before speaking to you.
âHey, sweetie.âÂ
He didnât waste a second before plopping on your shoulder and enveloping you in his embrace. You melted in the touch and eventually pulled away, staring at him breathlessly.
âWhy are you home early?âÂ
âDid you not want me to come home?â Sylus chuckled, averting his gaze lower before reaching for your hand. And at that very moment, you couldnât move an inch. Frozen. Utterly terrified.
ââActually! Let me go do the dishes!â You interrupt, running out of his room and striding to the kitchen before he could chase after you.
However, unfortunately, when you got to the kitchen and barely caught your breathâa strong force on your arm pulled you back and you slammed! against a hard chestâSylusâs hard chest.
âJeez! I was just kidding- haha-â
âWe have people for that, kitten. Donât try to escape now.â Sylus dragged you back to his room and slammed the door shut when you two were alone in the large space again.
âSigh. I missed you Sylus,â you groan, splaying your arms open as an invitation for a hug. And Sylus didnât waste a second, shaking his head and landing in your arms before sighing against your shoulder.
You wrap your arms around him as you let him speakâpreferably about his day, but maybe instead of talking about his day, something else distracted him.
âI missed you t- Tch-â
âWhatâs wrong?â
You knew exactly what was wrong, and he couldnât tell you it was the fact that there wasnât a cool metal grazing his skin when you wrapped your fingers around the nape of his neck. No, he couldnât tell you that, and instead...he took a different approach.
âDid you cook today? Clean today?â He removed your hand from his neck and planted a kiss on your bare knuckles staring at you with a look you couldnât read. But from his feigned innocenceâyou knew he was acting in some way to get a few words out of youâideally, your honesty.Â
But you still decided to play along.
âI was about to clean, but you pulled me away before I could.â You sulk, playfully jabbing his chest before pulling away and attempting to brush past him a second time.
And unfortunately, yet again, you were pulled to the bed while Sylus stares at you with a complex look mixed with desperation and frustration. He wasnât angry at you, just confused.
âWhereâs your ring?â
You suppressed the smile creeping up your lips and looked down at your hands; feigning shockâhorrorâfilled your expression like you lost a precious item. Well, in this case, you did.
âOn my finger?- Wait, where is my ring?!â
âSuch a smart little kitten, arenât you?â
-
âAre you going to tell me now? or is there a reason you took it off?â Sylus asked, voice strained with pretend miseryâlike he was in an act and playing a role for experiencing the worst thing that ever happened to him. But you could tell he wasnât that affected⌠at least thatâs what you think.
âI was about to- ngh- clean and then i lost it! It slipped out of my finger! I donât know where!â
âMhm, lost it.â He hummed, driving his cock deeper in your cunt, thrashing your sweet spotsâhardening tip kissing your cervixâcausing you to yelp and hold onto him by his arms.
But holding his arms didnât feel the same as last time. Sylus didnât feel like it was you holding onto him. That irreplaceable piece of silver wasnât touching his skin like the other timesâit was bare, lonely, empty.
âPlease believe me- hck! I didnât lose it on purpose! I'd never take it off for the reasons you're- hah- thinking!â
âKeep giving me excuses, sweetie. Iâm almost about to fall for every. single. one. of. them.â
Your breath hitched and you felt a strange shift in the airâSylus raised your legs to a higher position and eventually wrapped them around his hips; elevating you to a perfect angle so he couldâ
âAh!â
With his cock stuffed deep in your fluttering, aching pussy; Sylus doesnât bother moving when he feels you squirm and cling onto him tighter.Â
He eyed you down and gave you tiny thrusts, something to rile you up so you could spew. Unintentionally sputter words so he could get the answer out of you one way or another. But when he wasnât getting the reaction he wanted, he decided to keep you in a mean mating press before sliding his arms around your waist, pulling you close to his chest.
âAnyway, since you said you âlostâ it, shall we go find it?âÂ
Without wasting a second he lifts you in his arms whilst still deep inside you, already pacing around the room for any sight of where your precious ring could be.
You suck in a breath, shake your head and try to deny his suggestion. âNot- ngh- not now! After this!â Your breathing started growing more ragged and more intense that it was getting harder to speak with so much on your mind.
âAfter, huh? Donât you always want to rest and relax after weâre done withâŚâ
Thrust.
ââŚThis?â
âI-â
âNow letâs seeâŚâ Sylus walked toward the bathroom, peering his gaze through the open door, staring at the dimly lit room with no interest. âThe bathroom?â
You whimper and tighten your grip around him, not answeringâjust impatiently waiting for him to stop teasing you. He knew it was a prank, yet heâs going this far?
âNoâŚyouâre not that dumb.â He hummed, walking towards the large curtains covering his extremely huge fancy windows. âHow about the window?â
âNgh- Sy! Wh-why would I put it there anyway?!â
âPut it.â Sylus repeated. You could hear the snide, mocking tone fall off his voice in challengeâno, like he fucking won. You got caught. How could you mess up like that?!
âSuch a smart girl.â He teased again, causing you to hiss and squirm the closer you were reaching to climax.
âI also put my stuff I lost in places I donât know. Especially if its something that slipped out of my finger.â Sylus continued, patting your head a few times before lifting off the window and stumbling to the wall nearby.
âPleaseplease- mâsorry- it- it was a prank!â
âI knew that.â
Your head thrashes on the wall and you couldnât help but wince when Sylus started losing control. His pace starts to speed upâhe wasnât angry like beforeâhe actually didnât even decide to bring up the lost ring. All he needed to do was cure and fulfill that frustration built up in him.
âI knew, way before I got homeâŚâ
âDonât tell me the twins-â
âArenât they loyal to their boss?â
You sneer and shake your head, pouting in frustration as your prank got ruined before it could even start. How annoying.
You felt the knot in your stomach tie tighter when he grinds his hips against yours, causing an electric spark to rub between the two of you; making you cling onto his shoulder tight: digging your nails deep in his skin, and throwing your head back when pleasure hits you like an ocean wave.
Streaks of warm, sticky mixture shoot through your insides, coating your gummy walls like a painting at an art museum. You and Sylus sigh in relief, catching your breath before he cups your head, pulling you in a fiery kiss.
âNow tell me,â Sylus mumbles through kisses. âTell me...â Kiss. ââŚWhere your ringâŚâ Kiss. ââŚIs.â
-
âLuke and Kieran, Iâm never telling you guys anything.â
âWeâre sorry!â They say in unison, raising their hands in mock surrender as they spew out the truth.
âBoss said we wouldnât get video game time if we didnât tell him what was up!â Luke interferes, bowing down at you in apology for messing up your plan.
You only sigh and turn your gaze to the metal bird peering at you with a curious look which only got you wonderingâŚ
âDid you keep the ring safe?â
âCaw!â
âUh, Sylus⌠What did he say?â
Sylus glares at Mephisto, then looks back at you with a displeased smile. âThat he didnât keep the ring safe.â
Synopsis. How many doctors does Dr. Nanami Kento (MBBS) consult regarding his strange symptoms as of late? Six. How many different solutions is he given regarding them? Six. How many of those solutions include being ridden right back to health by you (MBBS, MS)âthe cute lilâ surgeon heâs had his eyes on? Only one.
Pairing. Nanami Kento x Reader
Content. MDNI, fem!surgeon!reader, doctor!Nanami, hospital AU, 5 + 1 if you squint, Nanamiâs DOWN BAD, symptoms of yearning, slight crackfic, first times (Nanamiâs), oraI (fem rec.), PĂSSYDRĂNK NANAMI, he goes feraI, fĂngering, spĂtting, stopping you from running, p talking, improper use of stethoscopes, cĂşmming in his pants, rĂding, MANHANDLlNG, improper use of examination tables, overstĂm, science talk, teaching him, being taught by him, p babbIing, slight brĂŠeding, creampĂes, cĂşmpIay, getting together, Gojo cameo, pet names, swĂŠaring..
Word count. 14.9k
A/N. Since Santa Tony thinks you babygirls have been good this year mwahaha (jk yâall are amazing and I lob yâall sm)- inspired by this tiktok by the amazing @/v4mpyrf4e (SUCH a sweetheart yâall)!!
The first opinion.
âSoâŚheart palpitations, chest tightness, tremors, poor concentration, and a lack of sleep. Is that all?â Dr. Haibaraâs thoughtful tone carries above the buzz of the hospital canteen. It was like a never-ending pulp of noiseâcries, conversation, and the remnants of consultations all brewing into one with the smell of coffee.Â
Nanami needed it. Heâd gotten less than ten hours of sleep this week and was on his fifth cup already.
Decidedly not the healthiest lifestyle meant to be led by a general practitioner (and especially not by the ever-sensible Nanami Kento)- but thatâs exactly why he was here.
Lying to his best friend of over ten years, âYesâŚyes, thatâs all the symptoms.â
âHmâŚâ Haibara taps the edge of his pen on his chin, âIs there any specific time when the symptoms worsen?â
âNot quite, itâs justâŚâ Nanami furrows his blond brows, â-they inexplicably seem to flare up most when Iâm aroundââ
And thatâs when he sees it.
The flash of your white coat.
â-her.â
Haibara echoes, âHer?â
With the faint curve of your smile and your intelligent eyes.
With that uniform you seemed to make look like a wedding dress a beautful gown.
With the slight halo around you that seemed to blur out the rest of the world.
Younger than the both of them, and yet higher in rank (Nanami would never be ashamed to admit it, in fact, out of the entire hospital you might be a rare case that could rival him in grit. And for some reason that made himâŚwell, he liked it to say the least). The sweetheart of the General Surgery department. A favorite amongst patients and staff alike.
You were everything that he had trouble becoming.
And the word blurts out of Nanamiâs traitorous mouth faster than he can stop himself.
So awkward and feebleâweakly falling between his usually-stern lips that had no trouble telling off their most stubborn patients, directing lectures for the new residents, and earning him a reputation as one of Tokyo Jujutsu Hospitalâs toughest doctors.
The Ratio Doctor, for his steady hands.
The Blond-haired Sorcerer at GP.
The Ice Prince (Nanami wasnât quite sure whether he should be insulted by this one- though, given that itâd been created by a particularly annoying blue-eyed surgeon down in the ophthalmics department then maybe he should beâŚ)
People both respected and slightly feared him - after all it took quite some doctor to climb the ranks and become the best in his department, the best of the best. And the youngest, at that!
Which is why most of the hospital staff would laugh in your face if you told them that Nanami Kento was suffering from a particularâŚmalady himself, and had been wracking his brains day and night trying to correctly administer himself a diagnosis.
With nothing yet.
Hell, they might even prescribe you a neurological exam.Â
Itâs with this thought in mind that Nanami had confided in his best friend, his oldest, his only confidant all through high school to university to medical school. Dr. Haibara Yu from the pediatrics department, who swivels around in his seat to catch sight of youâhe brightens upâŚand commits the most heinous atrocity to friendship - he calls you right over.
He grits his teeth as the other man waves you down in the middle of scanning the canteen for a free seat- âYu!â Nanami hisses underneath his breath, pulling down one of Haibaraâs hands where it was dangling in mid-air. He pins it down onto the faux-wooden plastic of the table- only for Haibara to start waving at you with the other. âYu, what do you think you are doingââ
âWhat?â Haibara turns to him with an innocent expression, both arms put down now.
But it was too late - and you were already heading their way with a polite smile and your tray steaming with your lunch.
Nanami feels like his face was much the same temperature.
Fuckâthere it was again! With his eyes pointedly downturned, Nanami snatches Haibaraâs prescription book right out of his hands to start jotting these strange symptoms down.
âHey there!â Heâs looking up at the sound of your voice- and is immediately turning away (for good reason). Palpitations. Perspiring. Possible heart murmurs or arrhythmia? The table rattles ever-so-slightly as you place your tray down and take a seat besides Nanamiâjitters? âThanks for having me, the canteenâs absolutely packed today.â
He can feel your warm smile against the side of his face, and the only thing that Nanami can possibly do is spare a half-glance your way and nod.
Heart attack?!
But you seem to take it in stride, and turn to Haibara - who beams right back at you, as he was always prone to doing. Now it seems that thereâs a strange new symptom of stomach churning. Acid reflux. Not quite pleasantâŚHe wonders how the brown-haired man seemed to never let you affect him in this way.
âAlways happy to have you!â Haibara leans over the table to start the conversation, as he always seemed to do between the two of them. âHowâs your day been? Kento and I just barely managed to squeeze out for lunch.â
You sigh, âBusy nonstop. Mostly recovering patients than anything-â And Nanami had the faint, fleeting thought that heâd make an appointment with you every day had he been one of your patientsâthoughts of delusion.Â
âTell me about it.â Haibara nods understandingly, âI have four walk-ins already waiting.â
âMm, just had one for an acute abdomen.â Youâre poking and prodding distastefully at the grey mush of potatoes theyâd served up for the set lunch - and honestly, even after years of working at the hospital Nanami never understood why the food had to be likeâŚthat. Unbeknownst to the rational part of himself, he was halfway through jotting down a better recipe for mashed potatoes before he catches himself.
Automatic behavior.
He jolts at the sound of your voice continuing the conversation, blissfully unaware of the inner turmoil that your colleague was in. âThere were a few more that I sent for counselling, and then one case of gastritis which wasnât too bad.â
âMhm, I missed my rice for breakfast today and Iâve been kinda feeling it too.â Haibara places both hands on his stomach with a huff.
And NanamiâNanami feels a lightbulb go off inside his brain.
With a sudden rustle of papers (that werenât quite his, but he had more important things to worry about right now), heâs furiously jotting down. So rapidly, so urgently, that he starts to feel the metal nib dig into his fingertips, and the ink stain dangerously close towards his white sleeves.
Acute gastritis?
Stress and irregular intervals between eating.
Simethicone.
Antacids.
Possible ultrasound abdomen if doesnât reduce-
âDo you have a patient that suffers from gastritis, Kento?â
Nanami flinches so hard at the sound of your voice so close - the feeling of your warm presence pressed up against his shoulder, the curve of your breast through your clothes - that the pen he was holding flies halfway across the canteen and makes a certain grey-and-black-haired urologist slip on it.
âIâll go get it!â Haibara announcesâand Nanami almost has half the mind to reach his hand out and grab his best friend. To stop him by the scruff of his collar. To make him forget about that damned pen and fucking help him because heâs near the point of requiring resuscitation.
But itâs too late - Nanamiâs fingers are barely even twitching, and Haibaraâs already slipped away to gather his belonging. Leaving the two of you very, very alone in this crowded canteen.
Was it getting hot in here or was he experiencing some sort of hot flash?
But listen! Nanami Kento has made it through the sleepless nights it took to pass his entrance exams, heâs trudged through the mind-aching years of medical school, heâs survived all the being-yelled-at it took to finish his residency. So surely - surely - he could try and not make an even bigger fool out of himself in front of you? Especially as someone so senior in terms of rank?
So subtly that one almost couldnât see him moving, he semi-turns to you with a bow of his head. âH-hello.â
You giggleâthat one was definitely a heart palpitation. âWhy hello, Kento-san. I apologize if I interrupted you in the middle of your work.â
âNot at all.â He shakes his head and pushes up the sagging golden rim of his glasses, âI apologize for being so rude at the table, I should have been paying more attention to my surroundings.â And then he looks at you with a soft smile tugging at the corner of his lips, âYou could never interrupt.â
To which you seemed to stare at him for a lingering few seconds - was he just imagining it? Was there something on his face? âW-well, thatâs good to hear.â
âItâs simply fact.â
âAnd the pen?â
âNot mine.â There were slight dimples on the sides of his cheeks, youâre noticing. They never did have a chance to pop out given the handsome doctorâs stoic nature. Nanami tilts his head slightly to the side, gaze somehow scrutinizing all of you at once. âIf itâs not mine then why bother?â
You startle out a slight chuckle, âOh, youâre awful.â
âWhoâs awful?â
You and Nanami lurch away as if the proximity between you two burned.
Never realizing just how close youâd been until youâre sliding about a meter away on the bench, never realizing just what it might have looked like until someone else was coming along to pop your little bubbleânever realizing that there had been a bubble in the first place.
Youâre sinking your teeth into your lower lip to silence your yelp of surprise, Nanamiâs eyes meeting yours across the gap youâd just created as if two parts of the same heartbeat. Ba-dumpâ! The steady tips of his fingers twitch- shortness of breath, oncoming fever.
It seems to take him an age to break the charged eye contact, and by the time he does- Haibara had already taken his seat once more. Pen in his hand. Easy grin not dampened a single bit at the strange air between his best friend and you. âWhoâs awful?â He asks once again.
âKento.â You respond instantly, though he notices that the tone of your voice was slightly out-of-breath (not that Nanami spent time memorizing your exact pitch, inflection, and melody!) With a smile spreading across your face- you seem to lean in as if you were about to nudge the man with your shoulder, but thought otherwise. And you jab at him with your thumb instead, âKentoâs awful for throwing your pen halfway across the canteen.â
âIâll say.â Haibara knits his brows in a show of joking anger, âKento, what have I told you about getting so caught up in your work? Itâs not healthy.â
âI know I know.â He grumbles.
âWhat are you working on anyway?â Learning your face in your hands, you take a good look at the towering man. âWithin HIPAA, of course.â
âI-â To whichâŚthe alleged ice prince of the GP department seems to pale. He seems to let his lips part. He seems to look at his brown-haired best friend and signal for helpâ
âAh- ahâ!â Haibara starts up abruptly, catching your attention. âYou see, Nanami here has been having just a bit of trouble with this new case. New patient. New consultation.â He looks between you and Nanami, wobbly smiles. âWh-whole new person, of courseâŚâ
You narrow your eyes, âRight?â
âYou could help us, actually!â Haibara babbles out at the sheer intensity of your stare - and Nanami understood the predicament, he really did. But that didnât stop him from wanting to reach out and strangle the man. Though, before he could do anything of the sort, Haibaraâs reaching over for his notebook and flipping through to the page heâd initially been writing on.
Placing it in front of you and thumbing through the scrawled writing, âThese are just my observational notes, you see- heart palpitations, chest tightness, tremors, poor concentration, and a lack of sleep. I was thinking gastritis but-â
âBut that would be more in line with more symptoms of intermittent GI discomfort.â You hum, thoughtful now. âHave you conducted any labs?â
Haibara shakes his head, subtly looking at Nanami. âNot yet.â
âIâd recommend an ECG, a CBC to rule out anemia, and a thorough examination of the patientâs sleep history.â You rattle off, and both men were slightly in awe at the ease with which you did. âIf the tremors havenât been accompanied by any tingling or brain fog then we might be able to rule out anything serious that needs an MRI for now. Did you already consider that?â
Nanamiâs lips part, âN-noâŚâ
Honestly, something in it made himâŚtighten in his pants-
âAnd what if the patient has symptoms of increased libido?â Nanamiâs the one to ask at this time, to which you squint down at the paper.
âIt hasnât been written on here, but if there really is such an issue then maybe a hormone check can be done?â A furrow between your brows, one that he wants to kiss awayâwhat?
âWhat about if they have delusions?â
âTheyâre displaying signs of delusions?â Your eyes widen, âMaybe we crossed off the MRI too soon- there are many things it could be, I really do think itâs subclinical anxiety, however.â
âSubclinical anxiety?â Nanami asks- did he get anxious around you? That made no sense. He sure did respect you, but that didnât mean he was afraid in any way- âI disagree, I rather think itâs something to do with pylori-induced gastritis.â It has to be, right?
Your furrow deepens, âWith GI symptoms, yes. But notice the context, the epigastric discomfort is likely functional rather than stands on its own-âÂ
âYou canât just assume anxiety.â Tutting, and Haibara watches the debate like a tennis match. âWhat if itâs a deeper underlying condition? We can consider anxiety only after the appropriate labs have been done-â
âAnd what do you suggest then?â Crossing your arms.
âAn endoscopy-â
âHah! An endoscopy?â It was almost condescending, the way you laughedâso why the fuck did it only make his dick throb even harder between his legs? âAn endoscopy now might be going too far, if you simply did the basic labs and rule them out-â
He squirms, âF-fair point but what if itâs necessary-â
âThen do it.â You raise a brow sharply, and Nanami has to crush his meaty thighs together. âI have never encountered a general practitioner so thoughtless. Ignore the basic labs and likely prognosis to over-medicate this patient.â You lean in even closerâfuck. âDo it. Worsen their somatic symptoms with your own distress, Dr. Nanami Kento.â
He stares at you, utterly breathless, for a few silent seconds.
Heavy breathing.
Before Nanamiâs shooting up in his seat, and scrambling to wrap his stark-white coat tighter over his body. âF-forgive me-â All eyes at the table follow him as he staggers to his two unsteady feet and slips out of the bench. âForgive me, I seem to have just remembered that I have a ah- terribly urgent walk-in-â
âWhat?â Even Haibara - whoâd taken the opportunity during the heated conversation to dig into your mashed potatoes - questions his best friend. âBut I thought you said you were free until-â
âTerribly urgent.â
And the withering glare that Nanami shoots his way is enough to make even the chatty man shut his mouth with a click! stuffing his face with a spoonful of mush. Youâre looking between the two that seemed to be having a silent conversation that you werenât privy to. âOh umâŚalright, Kento-san, I apologize if I was rude to-â
âNo, neverââ And if anything, he was firm on this. Even if the rest of his body was so thrumming with feverish energy that it felt like he was about to break.Â
He turns his fiery eyes your way, melting a bit at the look of slight surprise on your face. âNever. I just ah- this is just a really important case. And it has nothing to do with our conversation - which I would love to continue sometime - I simply have to- go-â
And with that, Nanami Kento - the star practitioner - darts through the busy canteen as fast as he could without running. Still, he topples over a particular urologist once more.
It leaves you and Haibara stunned and speechless at his departure.
And Nanami being the only one to know where exactly heâd run off to: the nearest menâs bathroom. Where heâd locked himself inside a stall and jerked his aching cock raw.
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The second opinion.
âInsomnia and heart palpitationsâŚâ Shoko furrows her neatly-plucked brows at the man before her, tapping her pen on her empty notepad. âAnd youâre saying that youâve been experiencing some mild nausea?â
Nanami sighs, running a hand through his golden locks. âOnly on some occasions-â
Her slightly deadpan tone cuts through, âAnd when is âsome occasionsâ, Kento?â Those dark eyes of hers seemed to look right through him - not in the way that yours would, too. But rather they made him squirm just like a child caught doing something wrong by his mother.
His hand in the cookie jar and all that.
You made him squirm in a different way entirelyâŚNanami shakes his head free of that strange thought.
Dr. Shoko Ieri of the cardiovascular department.
Nanami supposes that if there was any one of his friends he could go to inquire about his strange heartbeat these days, then it would be her. âSome occasions beingâŚâ Mindlessly, heâs reaching a hand up to paw at the right side of his chest. Where he could feel his heartbeat - steady now - beat away in a normal staccato. â-when Iâm around- people- sometimes.â
âAnxiety, perhaps?â Shoko hums, and Nanami squirms at how closely she seems to echo your words. âBut Iâve never known you to be anxious around people, Kentoâdislike them, surely. But anxious? The Ice Prince?â
Nanami grumbles, âWhy thank you.â
And Shoko seems not to notice the slight hint of sarcasm in his tone, âIs this around the general public or someone in particular?â Ahâwhat did Nanami say about her seeing right through him? Her judgemental gaze seemed even more stark against the clinical room. And as he struggles to answer, she reaches for the stethoscope that was snaked around her neck.
âW-wellââ His prominent Adamâs apple bobs as he swallows, â-well nothing like that, really-â
âRight.âÂ
She didnât sound like she believed him a single bit.
And before he knows it, sheâs snuck the cold metal chest piece past his medical coat. With years of practice, she slips it right above where his heartbeat ambled along. âRegular rate. Breathe in and out deeply for me?â
Nanami does as she says, lifting the button-up underneath his coat so that she can listen without the obstruction of fabric. Heâs keeping his sights above her head on the dizzying diagrams and posters of anything to do with hearts. Certain memes that he couldnât possibly imagine Shoko browsing through the Internet to pick. âI could have done this myself.â
âAnd yet, you didnât.â She scoffs boredly, âShut up and keep breathing before I stop you breathing myself.â The doctor hisses slightly as the icy circle skates across his skin. âSeems to be a normal S1 and S2. Regular rhythms, no murmurs or rubs either- I honestly donât think you need an ECG.â
âBut about the palpitations-â
âIâll recommend one just in case, all boxes ticked for your own peace of mind-â Thereâs a sharp craaaackâ! as she removes her rubber glove on one hand, murmuring underneath her breath. â-and mine.â
Nanami still holds his shirt up as she places the chest piece on him once more, âQuite the impeccable beside manner you have.â
âI get that a lot.â She counts down something underneath her breath and reaches over for the pen on her desk, starting to jot down something on her prescription pad. A handwriting far worse than even Haibaraâs. âHand this over to that new nurse Ken-â
KNOCK-KNOCK-KNOCK-KNOCKâ!
Shoko sighs wearily, âCome in.â
And Nanami turns his head just in time for the clinical door to open and displayâŚyou.
In all your glorious, put-together beauty.
In all your intelligent gaze and the reports in your pretty handsââIeri, would you mind being a dear and giving me cardiac clearance for this patient before I-â Only then do you seem to notice him, âOh! Kento-san.â
He thinks he whispers out your name like a prayer but he canât be too sure.
Heâs merely dazzled.
Shoko looks between the two of you with narrowed eyes.Â
Youâre bowing - and only then does the frazzled man remember to do the same. He slightly grunts at the realization that Shokoâs stethoscope was still on him and she wasnât showing signs of setting him free any time soon. He still holds his shirt upâand your eyes sweep down his exposed frontâŚâI see youâre getting a check-up done. My apologies, I just seem to be interrupting you today-â
âNever.â It comes out so quickly that Nanami isnât sure who it surprises more - you, Shoko, or himself. His breath slightly hitches as his friend presses the chest piece deeper against his left pec, âI-I mean, you could never interrupt- this wasnât even a check-up anyway, this was justâŚâ
âJust?â
Fuck, you were sharp. âJustâŚâ
âTesting my new stethoscope.â His friend swoops down to save him - Nanami Kento always was a bad liar. She presses it harder against his chest as if to prove her point.
Your eyes narrow at the scuffed tubing of the device, which Shoko (not so) casually covers with her other hand. âWanted to make sure that there was nothing out of the ordinary before using it on patients- wouldnât want to let our patients down, right?â
âRightâŚâ You supposed it made sense. And with a final flicker of your eyes towards Nanamiâs thoroughly ripped core - tannish skin, the ladder-like indentations of his abs, the plumpness of his pecs, that slight tawny happy trail that seemed to just go onâŚ(was he dreaming or did your eyes linger just a little), youâre patting the thick report in your hands. âWell- anyway, what I was here to ask was whether you could look through this patientâs report and clear him for anesthesia for me by tomorrow.â
âOf course, just leave it on my desk.â Shoko nods. And with that, youâre walking away.
And for how painfully his heart seemed to beat out of his chest when you were around, it ached even more to see you leave.
Youâre going up a short distance to open the door, and turning around just before you step out. âAnd good luck with the stethoscope-testing, Kento-san! And remember, subclinical anxiety and basic labs~â
âE-endoscopyâŚâ
The door clicks shut.
Theyâre both heeeeaving out in breaths of relief, and the flattened end of the stethoscope finally leaves Nanamiâs chest. He rubs over the frigid sensation that still prickles at his skin, âI might not have specialized in cardiology but I do know that it doesnât take that long to investigate with a stethoscope.â
Shoko doesnât answer. Instead, Nanamiâs fixing his button-up and raising his gazeâ
Only to find that sheâd picked up her little prescription for him and was rip-rip-riiiiiiping it straight down in half. And then in half once more. And then in half about five times more just to add insult to injury before she throws it in the trashcan placed underneath her desk.
She dusts off her hands neatly, âYou wonât be needing that.â
âWhat-â Nanami sputters, as if he was about to lunge down and pick up the pieces of that paper right now. âFor what reason?â
Shoko looks at him with tired eyes, âIs this a joke?â
âWhy Iâd never-â
âForget that- Nanami Kento doesnât joke.â Sheâs raising one of her hands as if to silence him, and using the other to massage her temples. For what reason Nanami has no idea - in fact, he should be the one so distraught over this inconceivable medical neglect! She continues, âYou had a heart rate of 120 beats per minute precisely the moment that she entered my office. And no other time prior to that or after.â
He furrows his brows, âAnd so?â
âNo other time prior to that or after.â
âAnd so?â
ââŚâ
ââŚâ
Wordlessly, Shoko shuffles through her drawers and brings out a slim pen light which she uses to flesh into each of Nanamiâs eyes. And heâs not quite sure why he lets her go on with it - but he does, dammit! Maybe she saw something there that he didnât.
Finally, with her inspection complete, she drops the flashlight back into her drawer and hums. âWould you like me to recommend you for a neurological exam?â
âExcuse me-â
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The third opinion.
âHmmâŚhonestly, Kento-kun-â Dr. Geto Suguruâs handsome face simpers just a little bit in that feline way that made it hard to tell whether he was being made fun of or not. Heâs leaning against the clean, clinical hallway of his department. Residents bowing in respect at the pair as they passed. The ENT sign hanging overlooking them. â-from all the symptoms youâve told me, I think what Iâd recommend to you is just some rest and relaxation.â
Nanami finds himself sighing - it might not be much, but at least it was something different from what Haibara and Shoko (and you, he supposes) told him. âThank you, Suguru-san.â Heâd accosted him just after a line of patients, on a direct path out to Shokoâs clinic, though the blond-haired man doesnât have it in his urgency to feel too bad about it.
Dr. Geto Suguru was among the best in his department - and the most popular, he had to admit.
The man just had a way about him that made you blissfully unaware he was examining you to the T. And though Nanami couldnât recall a single conversation with the man that didnât leave him feeling as though he was having an aneurysm, he did admit that he one of the best to consult.
âDonât worry about it.â Geto waves off, tearing off the thin black tie in his long hair to redo it. âSounds like something stressful or anxiety-inducing in your life right now. Like I said, just take the day off: maybe watch a movie, go out and take a walk, lap some sunâwait, are you jotting this down?â
Nanami looks up from Haibaraâs notebook (yes, heâd stalked down the man and taken it from him), with a pieced-together imitation of what Shoko had said during their consultation. He blinks, âYes? Is that a problem?â
That feline smile only grows. âNo- no, not at all. Keep up.â
âOf course, Suguru-san.â And Nanami keeps scrawling down.
âThen take a shower. Make your hair look nice.â With a furrow growing between his brows, Nanami keeps scribbling the words down as they came. âRev up your nicest car. Go out to dinner- someplace fancy.â
âO-of course?â
âMeet a babe.â
Nanami snaps his molten eyes up to meet Getoâs amused ones.
âTake her home and fuck her real good.â
âSuguru-san, I think thatâs highly inappropriateââ Times like this, he really did understand why this was Gojo Satoruâs best friend. Even more so when something beyond Nanamiâs blubbering figure catches Getoâs eye.
âAs a matter of fact-â
And to Nanamiâs utter horror, heâs calling out your name across the hallway.
Nanamiâs almost fearful to turn around- but how could he not when your very footsteps tread out softly behind him. Your presence. Your voice. Your chuckle. âWhatâs this all about now, Suguru-san? I have a consultation waiting for me at five.â Nanami turns to face you, and finds that youâre already looking at him. âWe meet again, Kento-san.â
âW-we do-â Heâs abruptly cut off by the feeling of Geto chummily throwing a hand over his shoulder.
âKento hereââ Geto starts, and Nanami already knows that he doesnât bode anything well. â-was just wondering whether you were free next Friday night?â
âOh, I believe so?â You think to yourself, âI donât have any surgeries lined up- why? Did you want to discuss something about that mystery case of yours?â
âNot quiteâŚâ
Geto snorts, âActually, I donât think thereâd be a lot of talking-â
âI do not wish to discuss this any further.â Nanami had grown slightly taller than Suguru over the years, though both did manage to tower above most of anyone who entered the hospital. And it gives him easy leverage to clap a hand over the dark-haired manâs mouth.
One heâs plucking away with an eyeroll, âWell fine then.â He turns to you - whoâd been watching the conversation with your bouncing pupils. And with his most alluring smile added on, âI would like to know if youâre free next Friday?â
You raise a brow in suspicion now, âFor?â
âOh, donât you know?â And Nanami already hated where this was going, âA handsome man like me, a beautiful woman like you. A nice car. A nice restaurant. A nice apartment that we go back to and- fucking hell.âÂ
Nanami elbows Geto deep into his stomach.
Thankfully they were in the ENT department.
Geto hunches in on himself with a choked-up noise, and Nanamiâs face doesnât betray a single emotion of what he just did. âForget he said anything.â Except for the burning blush that scattered across his cheeks.
âI usually do.â You answer, turning back to walk to whatever important case it is that you had to walk back to. He could see it - that importance, the utter respect you demanded - in your stride. Even more of the young medical residents spared you awed glances than they did to him, and it made a part of himâŚfuck. Calling out over your shoulder, âHeaded to the labs for that subclinical anxiety case?â
He reaches a hand up to place over where his stomach was slightly fluttery, âEndoscopy, actually.â
Your giggle follows your departure.
And so does his heart.
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The fourth opinion.
âHey, ice prince Nanamin~â Such an annoying, graaaaating voice that he unfortunately knows too well calls out from beyond the open elevator doors. âDid you know that down in ophthalmics theyâre saying that youâve got a little condition because youâre a virg-â
Nanami closes the elevator right in Gojo Satoruâs smug face.
He breathes out in relief as the metallic box keeps moving upwards - sure, he was desperate for another medical opinion, but he wasnât that desperateâŚ
And from where youâd just-so-happened to have been standing in the same elevator with him, youâre laughing behind your clipboard. âYouâre too much, Kento-san.â
âI am merely not enough.â
âLabs-â
âEndo-â
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The fifth opinion.
The director of the hospital himself.
Masamichi Yaga stands across from where Nanami was sitting, facing the floor-to-ceiling window. It was one of those offices where all it took was just one look to tell that its owner was someone of high importance: where almost every surface was made of glass, where Nanami could see his own nervous reflection wherever he turned his eyes upon, where there was a perpetual ringing silence in the room.
Now, however, it seemed to have grown twice as deafening since the blond-haired man had entered. Heâd confided in Yaga - a former emergency surgeon, his senior during his residency years, the one that had taken him under his wing during his blustering mistake-riddled days - about his malady. His symptoms, so to say.
But the silence only stretches longer, and Yaga keeps staring at the cityscape beyond.
Nanami fiddles with his fingers in his lap - and when even that grows too tedious, heâs just about to open his mouth and ask for a dismissal to return to his duties. Forget this damn strange illness and all!
But almost as if he knew what the younger man was about to do, Yaga speaks up with his gruff baritone. âYou know, Kento, you have always been one of the smartest minds that Iâve had the pleasure of observing in this hospital. The sharpest. The most sensible.â
âTh-thank you, sir?â Nanami questions - he wasnât quite sure where his former teacher was going with thisâŚ
Yaga turns around with a look that wasnât quite one of anything but disappointment, âAnd yet, I never knew that you could be so fucking dumb-â
Nanamiâs mouth partsâhe doesnât know what else he expected. But it certainly wasnât for his ever-poised teacher to ever speak words like that-
âIâm afraid I donât understand-â
âAnd thatâs exactly why, Kento.â Walking towards him now, Nanami almost flinches at the heavy hand that the director places on his shoulder. Almost fatherly, to be quite honest - at least he seemed to have a slight bit more empathy than all the others heâd consulted. Slight bit. âYou donât understand, my boy, and thatâs not entirely your fault-â
âBut-â
âAfter all youâve never had a girlfriend, have you?â Yaga asks. And Nanami? Nanami can onlyâŚshake his head. âBoyfriend? Love and Deepspace?â
He shakes his head to them all, âWhat even is a-â
âNevermind that! You already have so much on your poor, overworked mind.â The man tugs down his shades and examines Nanamiâs handsome face, tutting. There seemed to be something here that he was missingâŚâItâs alright, as your director I understand the consequences of not properly balancing your work and your personal life. But we have time, my boy, donât we?â
âI donât understand-â
âExactly.â Almost as if every word he spoke only made Yaga dig his feet deeper into his notions. And before he knows it, heâs being roused from the cushioned seat and onto his feet- ushered in the direction of the tall doors. âGo- go downstairs and set this right.â
Heâs stopping Yagaâs pushes by clasping onto either side of the glass door, âBut- but really! I donât understand what you mean the cure to be?â He wrestles out of the manâs hold and turns to face him, âDo I have to do an ECG? Maybe blood pressure monitoring? Echocardiogram?â
Yaga looks at him squarely - and he almost smiles. âThat is, Iâm afraid, something youâll have to figure out on your own.â
And as Nanami is (for a lack of better words) thrown out of the establishment, heâs landing almost on top of the new visitor to Yagaâs officeâ
âYou.â
âYou.â Amusement splits your face as you take in Nanamiâs harried expression, the way his eyes seem to glimmer ever-so-slighty as he takes in that yesâŚthis canât be anyone but you. Heâd never mistake it to be anyone but you. âWe just keep running into each other today, donât we, Kento-san?â
âEndoscopy.â
âI havenât even said a word about the subclinical anxiety yet!â You giggle. Before looking over Nanamiâs broad shoulders at the older man behind him, âI believe we were supposed to meet regarding the cafeteria food improvements, Yaga-san?â
âOh-â Yaga looks between the two of you, smacking a hand on his slightly-balding (though he would never admit it) head. âOh! It completely slipped my mind- oh yes, do come in do come in!â
With a final wink at Nanami, youâre being ushered inside.
And Yaga turns back to the other man with an expression that looked as if he was trying to hold back a smile. âKento? Would you also like to stay behind and join us in discussing the erm- cafeteria food quality?â
âI uhâŚâ He catches your beautiful, beautiful eye from inside the office. And suddenly it feels as though every speck of marrowbone in his body had turned into lava. âI would love to, but I fear I have an urgent consultation that I must get toânow.â
And with that heâs speed-walking to the elevator, faster than your voice can call out to him.
The palpitations had started up again.
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The sixth opinion.
Heart palpitations
Heart palpitations Brittanica
Shortness of breath, chest tightness, palpitations
Connection between early hyperthyroidism and heart murmurs
Why do I feel my heart race when Iâm in the presence of someone?
Nanami blinks, taking off his glasses to wipe them down before putting them back on again. He always did make sure that they were crisp clear, and that not a single letter could be mangled out of place by some misplaced smudge (heâd been to the bathroom with his cock in hand aboutâŚfive times today, you see). But that was neither here nor there.
His office room was slightly dimmed with night, the primary source of cold light coming from his glaring computer screen. And heâs blinking at his device once more - namely the suggestion that Google had written down underneath his search bar.
Did you mean: Why do I feel my heart race when Iâm in the presence of someone I like?
Those strange heart murmurs start up once moreâlighter, this time. But present nonetheless.
And Nanami Kento was just about to stab his tabs closed and conclude that he was dying, when a soft knock echoes into his room.
âCome in.â He grunts, absent-mindedly. Probably some resident who wanted to ask a question or two about a case theyâd been handed.
And heâs looking up, fully prepared to lock gazes with some blustering youth who wasnât sure whether they should refer the patient to a thyroid panel or a cortisol, when instead he sees none other thanâŚyou.
How was it always you?
Heâs reaching for the place where his heart was, a slightly irrational fear that youâd be able to see it thundering through his coat seizing him. âItâs you.â
The door clicks shut. âItâs me. Subclinical anxiety and all.â And no truer words have been spokenâwas he actually spot on about the brain fog?! Youâre waving your hand in what almost looked like a truce - it was late into the night, and your shift must be long over by now. It seems that youâd dropped by just before you left, with all your cases lined and competently over, and that makes something within him stir. âI hope itâs alright, I just felt like checking up on you.â
Nanami swivels his chair slightly away from his computer, âChecking up on me?â
âYeah- I always seemed to run into you today, and every time you seemed to have something on your mind.â You shift by the door, âIs that overstepping?â
âYou could never overstep.â He doesnât think about his answer - and he doesnât need to.
âNever, huh? You say that a lot.â Youâre raising a brow with a smile. There were enough chairs inside the office - his, whoever the patient is that needed to be treated, the examination tableâŚbut you werenât quite like any patient, were you?Â
And so youâre sitting down on the edge of his mahogany table, and Nanami Kento has to fight to keep his eyes from drifting down, down, downwards.
He fails.
You grin.
Crossing your legs, you let your tight skirt hike up juuuuust a little as you lean over him. This particular angle helps him see the jumbled mess of sentences on his search engine. It makes you slightly chuckle, gaze sweeping down the words. Resting on that final sentence. âTell me the truth. Do I make you nervous, Dr. Nanami Kento?â
The air seems to sizzle with heat. âN-no-â
âTell me, thereâs no patient is there?â In an easy motion, you reach out and slide the tip of your finger down the stethoscope at his neck. Twiddling it softly.
He rasps, eyes flicking down to where your index had started to intertwineâhe has to bite back a damn groan. âI admit, no.â
âThereâs no one other than you is there?â
His Adamâs apple bobs as he gulps, âNoâŚâ Staring at your slightly exposed legs so intensely that it almost burned into your skin. You knew. You knew, you knew, you knew - but of course you knew, you were far smarter than him, werenât you?
You start to lightly tug on his stethoscope - lightly. Light enough that it shouldnât even phase himâŚand yet he canât stop himself from edging even closer to you. Even closer. Even hotter. From tilting his head up to let your warm breath fan his face, âAnd you didnât expect that I wouldnât find out, did you? Did you lie to me because you thought me stupid?â
âNo! Not at all-â
Youâre inching even closer - and he could pinpoint the exact shade of your bra. Pray tell, was there a reason they were the very same chestnut color as his eyes? You then pull him in properly by his stethoscope, lips a mere centimeter from his. âSo what do you think about getting a sixth opinion on that from a general surgeon, hm?â
âPleaseâŚâ
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âAnd this is your first time?â
âMy first time, doctor.â
âMhm, go ahead.â
âL-like this, baby?â
âMmmââ A full body check-up. Youâre sprawled back on the soft comforter, the faint swirling shapes pressed against your back. Nanami had insisted that you donât find yourself laid back against the examination table by itself, and youâd simply asked him to make you feel so good that you wonât even notice the frigid platform.
With your legs partly cracked, you stare down at the handsome man that found himself standing between them. With his stethoscope at the ready and the chest piece placed down between your legsââSheâs beating quite fast.â
You whimper at the cold sensation, âYeah? And why do you think that is?â
His cock twitches in his pants. âPerhaps our precarious position? Perhaps the feeling of the stethoscope end causing a physiological reaction? Or perhaps because ofâŚâ He looks almost sheepish, â-me?â
âWhat an astute observation- oh.âÂ
The doctor slides the metal piece right down your slit, making your body zap with the contrasting sensations. âIs that sarcasm I hear, doctor?â
âN-not at allâŚâ You flutter your lashes, âYou can just call me by my first name if youâd like, Kento.â
Tall and attractive.
His high cheekbones blushing, his throat gulping as he looks from the sopping patch on your panties to your pretty face. Molten eyes flicking as if he didnât know which pretty pair of lips he wanted to stare at the mostââActually- can I call youâŚdoctor?â
A thrill runs down your spine, and you have to stop yourself from arching. âOh- of course you can.â
âThank you, doctor.â Nanami spits out immediately, as if the words had been waiting on the tip of his tongue for a long time. Your skin-tight skirt was still on you- and without even hiking them up your legs, heâs pressing his rugged palms upon either side of your thighs until theyâre stretch-stretch-streeeetching apart.Â
âNow let me seeâŚâ Pressing the chest piece even harder.
Colder.Â
Cock throbbing in his pants at the slight rips nâ tears that ring out across the stuffy medical office, âFuck, your transudate is overflowing, and just so sweet-smellingâjust so fuckinâ wet. Iâve been wanting to do this for a long time, doctor.â And Nanami was just so strong - youâd thought as much given his hulking figure. But right now you could see the way his beefy biceps would twitch and bulge underneath his crisp white button-up. Letting the metal edge of it slide between your folds and smooch your cutesy clit, âIâve reallyâŚâ
Just bearing your sopping wet cunt all fully for him.
His strong arms firmly keep your legs apart as Nanami leans his head down and moves the stethoscope aside to triiiiickle out spit onto your swollen pussylips. That glisteninâ wad splatters all over your core and leaves straight down your crevice. âNow thatâs just filthy-â
âIâve really been- oh.â His mouth just seems to water even more at the way you squirm and whine and ohâheâs holding you down as if itâs nothing. âIâve really been wanting to eat this pussy for a loooong time, doctor.âÂ
âYou have?â You question with wide eyes.
âMhm.â He hunches over the examination table, close enough that his hot breath scorches your face. Your entire body shivers with his next words, âI have a feeling sheâs the only thing thatâd cure me.â
Fuck.
Every hair on your body seems to stand on end.
He sounded absolutely ravenous.
The stethoscope is dropped onto the floor in a second.
And in a flash of golden-blond and rustlingâNanami wraps both arms around your legs and draaaaaags you bodily towards his gaped maw. Manhandling you to him. Bringing your pussy between his spit-slicked lips as if you were the sweetest dessert he ever did have the pleasure of encountering. âMmmmâŚfuck- fuck, your pussy is just so- ngh.âÂ
Nanamiâs words muffle out against your honeyed cunt and you see stars- âOh f-fuckââ Hands flying down to scramble through his sweaty locks - you expected Nanami to be eager, but you didnât expect him to act like heâd been starved.Â
âThis is what a pussy tastes like? They didnât teach this in medical schoolâfuck, it should be illegal for all pussies to taste this good.â
Parched for ages now.
âOh, who mâI kidding? Iâd be addicted to this sweet pussy no matter what she tastes like- just the fact that these pretty pussylips are yours that makes them all the more delicious.â
Mouth gasping and plastering anywhere on your cunt he could reach.
âIf only I could eat your puffy for breakfast, lunch, and dinner instead of this damned hospital foodâŚâ
He doesnât even hesitate before gripping ahold of both sides of your thighs and hauling you until he was placing himself nose-deep between your folds. The straight nub of his nose ending right where your clit was and press-press-preeeeeeesssing. âSh-shit- most guys canât find the clit even when itâs been pointed out to them. Beginnerâs luck really is coming in clutch, huh?â
âActuallyâŚâ His hazel eyes look up at you - all half-lidded and drunk just from kissing your pussy through your panties. Almost dazedly, heâs opening his mouth even wider. âI did do some reading up and researchâŚin case Iâd ever get s-so lucky as to have her on my face like this.â
Heâs shifting just a little, leaving you wetly squirming at the way that he was intensely massaging your nub. Slide after slideâevery time youâre leaning backwards and Nanami edges in to chase your cunt, his nose rubs on top of your clit.
Rub after rub.
Kiss after open-mouthed kiss.Â
He feels your quiverinâ entrance splash out in even more slick and fucking groans. âLike I know that r-right now my nose is pushing on your bulbo-clitoral organ and causing the nerve endings to cause you immense pleasure right now.â He lurches away with a wet gasp, âShe feels good right now, doesnât she?â
Fuck, you didnât expect him to use those terms. But you really werenât complaining. âY-yes- also her? Her being my pussy? You did research for my pussy?â
He blushes, âO-only for you, doctor.â
And you can only hum, unable to keep the smile off of your face. You canât help but grow just a bit more excited at the fact, and Nanami canât help but lap his textured tastebuds even harder. âThen go ahead- show me what that âresearchâ has taught you, baby.â
âYes, maâam.â
And youâd have expected the ever-stoic, sensible gentleman that was Nanami Kento to be a neat eater. Youâd have expected for him to take his time, work you up into a frenzy and stay cool throughout it all.Â
But one taste of your splashinâ sap and he was gone for.
He was hearing that command slip from your mouth- and acting on it with pure carnal instinct. Itâs as if somethingâŚbreaks within him.
Something breaks.
And in a split-second Nanami grips your wrangling thighs so hard that you can feel his neat crescent nails leave marks. Nanami drags your unsuspecting body down roughly enough that the metallic examination table rattles with the sudden movements.
Dr. Nanami Kento slips his tongue past your panties and tastes your wet pussy properly for the first time- and his eyes roll to the back of his skull as if heâs seeing heaven. âMmmmââ A guttural sound escapes his mouth before he can help himself, and he roughly thrusts his face even deeper. The frame of his glasses kisses your clit. The pointed end of his chin strikes your pussylips with a ringing smack! âAnd h-here I can feel your vaginal orifice squeezinâ around my tongue, your mucosa is just so softâŚmake me wonder what itâd feel like around my cock.â
âSh-shitââ Youâre bucking your hips up for more, more, more.
Which Nanami doesnât need to hear from your mouth to crane his neck even deeper and start flicking the tip of his tongue inwards and outwards. Fleeting and feverish.
He was fucking you with his tongue.
He was letting the girthy end of his tastebuds slash inwards past your entrance, circlinâ a few times at your stretchy orifice before heâs fishing it back in. in and out. In and out. The honed tip used to maze between your silky walls, and expanding midway through to massage your walls thoroughly. âShitâ that cute mucosa really is soft, takes my stretches so well.â Thickly chuckling, he swipes your pussylips apart with two fingers and kisses you with his whole mouth in a way that leaves even you feeling shy. âYou really are overflowing in transudate, itâs like a damn waterpark down here. Donât the capillaries of your parietal pleura get tired after so much?â
Almost as if to prove his point, a sheeny layer of your slick slides down the inner part of your thighs. And you viciously smeeeear it all down the attractive sides of Nanamiâs face by crushing his head between your legs- âFuck, my capillaries wonât get tired.â
âAnd I wonât mind being suffocated.â The way he says it is so casual and matter-of-fact - as if there was nothing truer in the world. Emphasizing his point by clawing onto either side of your limbs and making you smush him even deeper, âGo on- harder now, itâll only engorge that pretty vascular network of yours even more.â
âLike this?â You clench your thighs around his sweaty scalp.
âEven harder.â
âFuck!â And you swear you can feel his thrashinâ muscle all the way deeply at your very throat- just the sheer mess he was leaving your insides driving you wild. âLike this then-â
âEven harder.â He humps his hips.
Nanami was like a man possessed- like a man gone completely feral. Heâs drilling into you with his slurpinâ tongue hard and purposefully nosing at your clit even harder.Â
Jaws lapped open to tongue at your hole again and again and again.
He hears those cute noises of yours and wishes he could record them, replay them over and over - but since he canât exactly right now, heâs doing the next best thing. Increasing the speed of his ministrations until youâre all but babbling on his tongue, your entire body twitching with pleasure any time the tip of his tastebuds were edging in just a liiiiittle too deep.Â
He swears he could count the exact timing of your cuntâs pulsations - regular, smooth rhythm, if rapid when compared to normal. And he swears - he just swears - that the constant ba-dump! Ba-dump! Ba-dump! sounded as if your pussy was spelling out his very nameâ
âS-spelling out what now, Kento?â You ask, not sure if your popped eardrums were hearing things clearly.
âOh? Have I said that out loud?â The doctorâs asking - a genuine note of surprise in his voice. And you donât know whether youâre more shattered by the fact that the intelligent man was so damn pussydrunken that he was babbling, or the fact that he didnât even realize when he did.
You canât keep the sheer awe out of your own voice, âY-yesâŚyes, you did.âÂ
âHmmmâŚâ Nanami hums thoughtfully, âIt seems that your lubrication somehow s-seems to have liquor-like- almost addictive properties to it - Iâve never read about anything like this before in my life.â Before the most sleazy smirk spreads across his face - and you can feel it plastering across your throbbing pussylips and making his kisses disrupt your insides even further. âAllow the doctor to heh- investigate this, my love.â
âI thought I-I was the doctor hereâŚâ Youâre mindlessly prattling.
But it wasnât anything against the way that the inexperienced man was holding onto either side of your body and eatinâ away at your core like a madman. He didnât care for propriety. He didnât have the experience.
He was simply plastering your plump folds against his gaping maw and letting his tongue do all the work. Your slick sliding all down his throat and drenching the top of Nanamiâs white coat, âBut sheâs the one in need of attention.â Talking to your pussy.Â
âF-fuuuuckââ Flipping from side to side, letting his tongue plunge juuust an inch deeper before heâs pulling back out - and with it, most of your sanity. Gluing his face between your legs again and again- at one point heâs helping your fervent hips slip nâ slide up his features. Such sloppy drags. And heâs rutting his hips in time with them, âI didnât know youâd be so filthy- are you s-sure this is your first time?â
Nanami looks up at you with misty, blown-out eyes- your slicked plastered across the lower half of his face and all the way up to the top of his cheekbones. âPositive.â
âShitâŚâ You donât even know what to say - only making the rickety examination table creak with your bucks. Each and every one that Nanami Kento meets by dragging you right back onto his greedy mouth- one such particular angle makes him swipe his tongue right near one of your sweetest spots and you moan. âDeeper then, Kento, deeper- wanna feel you.â
âDeeper?â He groans out in a gravelly tone, eyes completely dazed by now.Â
âYes- deeper.â You choke out, so many whines and moans and wads of spittle clogging up in your throat. âPlease please please, go deeper-â
And something shifts Nanamiâs gaze, as if he was mentally flipping through countless textbooks. âWith my tongue?â He ponders out loud, still not calming down the roughened movements of his tastebuds. âY-yes youâre right, it certainly would make the endings of your pudendal nerve feel really good- and as for the Gräfenberg spot, sheâs about 3 inches deep-â
You cut him off with a shrill- âEnough with the anatomy and just f-fuck me!â
He peers up at you with serious, sultry eyes.Â
âIs that an order from my doctor?â
Youâre just barely managing to blubber out, âY-yes- fuck.â
And, as expected, Nanamiâs not even letting you finish your affirmation - not even letting you finish that thought - before he has two of his plump, puckered fingers nudging at your entrance and his mouth fastened to your clit.
They swivel and slide all down your ridged walls- and your cunt welcomes them so thoroughly.
So needily.Â
So greedily.
In and out, in and out.
You feel the sparks dart up your curved spine as he starts pistoning his lengthy digits inside of youââFuck, fuck, fuck, fuck- youâre almost there, Kento.â
âHeh- sâlike a study.â He croons out, letting his tongue alternate between licking up every translucent bead of sap that escapes you, and rolling over your poor nub. Nanami manages to synchronize it with the way heâs slashing his insides with his ruthless fingers - curving against your gooey entrance to stretch you wide open, thumpinâ at the roof of your cunt just because, scouring inside for your g-spot. âI already know. You donât have to worry âbout a thing, maâam. Youâre in goooood hands.â
âGoodâoh.â
âLiterally.â
And even though Nanami Kento might not have been the most experienced when it comes to the matters of your pussyâhe was the most precise. They didnât call him the ratio doctor for nothing.
And with only a few vulgar strokes, heâs skiddinâ his orbed tips straight to bang against your scorched bundle of nerves. The sheer force of his thrust - so confident - ending shockwaves through your veins and making you bawl out in pleasure. âWhat the- so fast, fuck! How did you even-â
âOh, quite easily, doctor.â Nanami hums out, pulling back his fingers with a wettened squeeelch! to pound another few strikes directly on your bundle of nerves. âI can hit it once.â Proving hit point by reeling those thickly glazed fingers out and delivering yet another spank! at your throbbing nerves once more. âTwice.â
And once more.
âThrice.â
Once more as you can only yield and hatch out primal sobs at the back of your throat, tears rolling down your cheeks as the pleasure almost gets too much for you to handle-Â
âFour times. Five times. Six times-â And accompanying each of his slamming impacts, your clits being sucked on as if it was the cutest piece of candy that Nanami Kento has had in a loooong time. And he was the type of man overtly conscious about his health, rarely indulging in delicacies of sugar - but something like this?
Heâs sucking on your clit as if to make up for all the candy that he hasnât eaten before. Addicted to the way your pulse would rapidly increase whenever he sucked on it, heâs slobbering out. Rutting and rutting his hips wildly, âIt really was quite easy. According to what Iâve read, the Gräfenberg spot is about 3 inches d-deep on the anterior vaginal wall and is said to be an erogenous area that-â
âOh just shut up and keep doing what youâre doing.â Youâve had enough - youâre so close by now that you feel absolutely zero guilt grabbing Nanami by his silken scalp and shoving the man impossibly deeper between your legs.
Something that he welcomes. He salivates down the crevice of your pussy, gluttonously gulping down any pearly wad of sap that you might leak out. Wrenching that sweetness out of you with he ruts of his fingers-
They start swabbinâ and scissoring inside you and you almost sob.
The curvaceous tips always somehow finding your g-spot precisely and attacking it with a thorough few slashes, âMmmââ Nanami groans out against your pussylips, Adamâs apple bobbing as his tone struggles to take form. âFuck- this isâŚoh.â
âWhat is it, Kento?â Youâre raising your bleary head to ask. Confusion growing as he doesnât quite speak- âWhy arenât you- oh, you silly man. Is it because I told you to sh-shut up and keep eating me out?â
With his pinkish lips wrapped around your clit, heâs both sucking and nodding.
âWellâfuck! Just tell me what you were trying to sayâŚâ And with a particularly trilling tone, youâre losing yourself to the bounces of your own hips against his handsome face.
Again and again.
You barely even hear what Dr. Nanami lists off next, âHyperventilation, heart rate increase, rhythmic contractions in the pelvic floor-â Reaching for your pelvic floor with the accelerating pushes of his fingers. â-perspiration, pupil dilation, tingling sensations, and excess of transudate-â
Somehow managing to raise your head off the soft comforter to look at him, âA-and?â
âAnd the diagnosis isâŚâ Heâs pumping out just one final press of that cute lilâ button of your g-spot, and then the most innocent peck on top of your clit. â-youâre cumming.â
Your question gets trapped in your throat as you really do tumble into your orgasm - faster than even you could compute it. Toes curling. Back arched perfectly.âC-cumming, cumming- ngh.â Itâs predicted accurately by Nanami who then proceeds to gash at your most tender of spots right on time with the peaks for your high and you donât even know how-
âIn time with the contractions, my love.â He explains away, his smart voice so deep and husky with need. The vibrations shoot straight down between your core and make you see white.
Youâre not sure whether youâd been the one babbling the questions, or whether he was the one babbling the answers. All you know is that this might just be the strongest orgasm youâve experienced in your entire life - and Nanami was the sole cause of it all.
Heâs bucking against the air wildly, making the table clatter a little. He drivels away dragging at your clit with his lips, making those waves of bliss last even longer than they usually would. And whenever he feels you restlessly squirming away with stimulation, heâs hooking a hand tighter around your waist and pulling you in even deeper. âStill not yet- the tension in your mucosa is s-still high, youâre still cumming-â
âWith you like this then itâll be impossible for me to stop-â Youâre crying out, breath stuttering every time he plunges his tongue in and out.Â
And you wonder whether Nanamiâs jaw must be aching by now. You wonder whether his fingers were rubbed all raw. You wonder whether he was tired and weary and yet somehow still addicted to your cuntâŚ
âI am.â Nanami slurps, a sleazy grin on his face. âI am addicted.â
âK-Kento-â Youâre breathily wailing, foolishly attempting to push back on his sweaty forehead - but the only thing that does is make him delve his slippery face even deeperââKento, the rhythmic involuntary muscle contractions have decreased and-â
âAnd so?â
It didnât matter that your high was petering out, Nanami Kento doesnât stop eatinâ your pussy out until youâre well and thoroughly overstimulated.Â
Brought well enough to tears with the lashing ridges of his tongue, and his mouth that simply quirks up - heâs chasing you right back any time you run away. âKento, I swear if you donât get your head out from between my legs and actually fuck me then Iâm going to diagnose you with something so heinous-â
âNothing heinous about it.â Though heâs finally managing to detach his puffy maw with a loud and ringing plop! âMâsimply pussydrunk.â
Your heart races as you take a good look at him, âW-well at least youâre admitting itâŚâ Because oh, fuckâwas he just incredibly sexy right now.Â
With his usually-neat blond locks all disarrayed.Â
With the lens on his glasses all cloudy with your slick.
With his mouth all rawly pink and puffy.
Covered from the handsome tip of his chin and all the way up to his earlobes with a clingy layer of your syrup. He wears it like a medal, that tongue of his that was inside you mere minutes ago darting out to catch a few stray droplets. And without further ado, Nanamiâs raising himself from where heâd been leaned over the examination table to eat you out.
He pats at the nail marks left by him on your thighs, âBest to put some iodine on that.â
Eager to repay him for the jittery mess he left you as, youâre reaching out to fumble with his belt.Â
âF-fuck, wait.â
Only for you to urgently tug them down and discover thatâŚNanamiâs black boxers were absolutely soaked through. With his precum, yes, but more than that it was creamy wads of his cum clinging onto the thin fabric.
Slightly dripping down the insides of his thighs, a dark splotch that you couldnât look away from
Heâd cum just from eating you out?
Youâre looking up at Nanami with your mouth slightly unfastened, âDid you really just-â
âYes.â He replies, pressing both hands of his to his hot cheeks. Though it didnât hide much - you could see the furious red of his ears peaking out from the sides, âYes, I did. And I would argue that itâs a perfectly normal physiological reaction to having such a sexually-charged experience with the woman I lov-â
âOh, just get in here.â
And it takes absolutely no time for you to tear off the rest of Nanamiâs clothes (though he was neatly stacking them on a nearby chair) and flip your positions. Now with him sprawled out against the slightly-dampened examination table, and you hovering above him in admiration.
You take in all of him - all those details that youâd only gotten a fleeting glimpse of (out of sheer politeness, youâd have stared had it been socially acceptable) in Shokoâs office.Â
The rippling skin of a ripped body he kept hidden away underneath so many coats and layers.
The ripeness of his pecs.
The ridges of his abs all flexing.
The dusting of his golden happy trail that you follow like a yellow brick road down, down, down to the base of his aching cock.Â
The thing was- Nanamiâs hilt was massively thick and covered in so many veins that it left your throat dry to imagine what heâd feel like from the inside. And not only did this apply to his base - but the rest of him was just as incredible as well.
A glistening layer of sap and seed clinging to him. A long few inches that you wouldnât be shy to count as perhaps eight or nine. A rounded ballsack underneath him that still looked to be so full. A pinkish shade that brightens the further upwards you eye him. His red globular tip splatters out a few more droplets of creamy white and twitchesââD-doctor?â Nanamiâs hoarse voice echoes out in your ringing ears. When you look up at him, he has a hand placed over his left pectoral once more. âMâfeeling those symptoms when you s-stare at me again.â
âAw, is that so, baby?â You coo - he was just too adorable when he was flushed a needy pink all the way down to the roots of his hair. This was his first time, wasnât it? Youâre pushing down on his clammy shoulder, âThen just sit back and let the doctor examine you, sâthat alright?â
âMhm.â He nods, biting down on his bottom lip. âIâve never done this before.â
âWell you have absolutely nothing to worry about.â And as the towering man lies down flatly against the table, you straddle his hips and sigh as you slide-slide-sliiiide the front of your pussy down his thickened length. Long drags, uuuuuuup and down. âYouâre in- haaaah, good hands.â
âI-I trust you, maâam.â
And Nanami was just so thick and ready and rock-hard between the folds of your pussy- that all it takes is the slightest swerve of your hips for your tight hole to swallow up his tip.
With a gasp, youâre letting your head throw behind- fuck, the sheer stretch of him was enough to make you see pure white. Heâd already molded your cunt to the shape of his multiple fingertips, but the girth of his cock was unlike anything youâve ever felt.
As if he was filing up every bit of your elastic hole without even trying, and each pulsating ba-dump! heâs giving off makes your teeth set on edge. Red-hot.
And the âice princeâ Nanami Kento wasnât faring any easier, either.
Because Nanami was heaving underneath you. Nanami was groaning. Nanami was kicking his feet against the soft comforter as if he couldnât handle the heat of your cunt for the first time, as if he was struggling to hold himself back.
His fingers sear upon either side of your body like he wasnât sure whether he wanted to pull you down or pull you off of him for the mere sake of his sanity. Ultimatelyâheâs at your complete mercy and doesnât do a thing until youâre settling your hips down just a single inch deeper. âWhatâs the- hah- matter, Kento? Canât handle my pussy anymore?â
âOh, my love, if thereâs anything mâmade to handle itâs her-â He spits out with the wobbly attempt of a smug grin- only for it to immediately slip off his face the moment you clench your pussy.
The moment your velvety walls hug all âround him, squeezing as if you were trying to suck him dry already. You can feel the dewy excess of his cum start to beeeeead out into your tight channel, creating a slick coating that makes you even easier for him to slip into.
Nanami scrunches his eyes up and turns his flushed face to the side of the table - as if merely locking eyes with you would be enough to send him over the edge right about now. And neither of you would be surprised if it did. âW-waitâlike I said, mâperfectly fineâŚjust give me a second or two to catch my breath-â
âBut, Kento you donât understand-â He could practically hear the pout in your voice. The stern man looks up to catch you fluttering your lashes just the way you knew he liked, and you swear you can feel his bulging tip start throbbing even harder inside of you. â-itâs urgent, your sickness. We canât waste precious time like this-â
âBut move and mâgonna fucking cum again-â
âI donât mind.â
With that said, youâre leaning your body slightly towards him - hands placed on top of his panting pecs and your ass raised slightly in the air.
Gaining the leverage for when youâre slamming his thickened length into you-
âO-ohââ Your shrill whines echo out across all four corners of Nanamiâs office room, sounding like music in the manâs ears. And before that broken symphony is even finished departing from your glossy lips, youâre churning your hips back down again.
Up and down.
Up and down. Up and down.
It just feels too good to have his overlarge cockhead intruding between your pussylips like this - spreading them so far apart that you canât even begin to describe the sheer stretch. The rounded beginning of him entering past your orifice and plugging up the sultry wads of slick that kept on leaking out of you, bullying his way iiiiiiiinside no matter how much your tight orifice starts to protest.Â
You wanted him inside.
And you were going to get him inside - just say the word.
Or, in this case, babble out the words whilst youâre mindlessly bouncing your hips down onto his in a struggle to fit all of Nanamiâs massive erection. Barely even past the pinkish line that denoted his slit, and yet you were still keeningââI-inside. I want all of you inside, Kento.â
âAll of me?â He breathes out, eyes widened. There was a breathless tone of his voice that made you remember all over again just how inexperienced he was-
âMhm, all of you, Kento.â
Through the gaps of your teary lids, you notice the shy blush that spreads across his handsome face.Â
âSomething the matter, babyâ?â Youâre cooing in that softened tone that makes his plump tip swell just a lilâ bit bigger inside of you, it was the perfect size to massage the most tender parts of your walls whilst still managing to maze inside. âWhat happened to all that- hngh, research you were telling me about?â
Nanami nervously avoids eye contact with you, âY-you see, my love, I have researched and prepared for days on end in the wildest hopes of this very moment ever happening.â And heâs looking up at you with something utterly reverent in his eyes, âBut now that Iâve finally felt your pretty pussy, I canât remember a thing.â
You shiver- and youâre suddenly remembering that both of Nanamiâs steady palms have been placed upon either side of your hips. âThe Nanami Kento canât remember a thing when youâre inside me?â
He shakes his head with glittering tears in his eyes, sweat beads at his forehead. âC-canât! Canât remember a single thingâŚdonât even think I can even remember my name if you asked?â
âAnd what is it?â
He looks up with a slightly dopey smile, âYour husband- hopefully?â
To which you have to stifle a fond chuckle, âWe can see about that when youâre lessâŚpussydrunk, baby.â Cutting of the fervent protests that were about to spill from his usually-stern lips with a single smushy clench of your walls. âHow about- ngh, this - I teach you all that you need to know when you fuck me? Hm?â
Leaving him utterly speechless and drooling once youâre fitting inside a few more inches of his swollen shaft.Â
You eye the cute line of saliva that trickles down the side of his mouth, âHow abooooout it, Kento?â
âY-yesââ And you canât believe the way that Nanamiâs attractive baritone was breaking at the tail end of his response. You were utterly ruining him. âYes, maâam, oh my god-â
âGood.âÂ
Still jostling your hips down to meet his throbbing length, youâre lifting one of Nanamiâs hands off of your hips and setting them down at your core. Right on your very front. Right where he should be able to feel the slight bumpâ! of his crowned red tip entering and moving out of your cunt. âCan you feel the stretch? Feel the way your c-cock is so fucking big that youâre stretching out my walls like that?â
âThe distention is justâŚâ All that Nanami can respond, his parched lips dropping open in sheer awe. âAnd youâve just gotten so lubricated with that sweet transudate that it just makes it so- ohââ
âYeeeeeah, easy, huh?â Huffinâ down with a sultry smile, âHow about making me even wetter, Kento? Pop quiz! Do you know how to make me wetter?â
He fervently nods, âL-likely with a mixture of pressure given at the anterior vaginal wall and the clitoris. As innervated erectile organs they activate mechanoreceptors and convert physical stimulation into electric nerve signals that travel through the spinal cord and activate the limbic system, somatosensory cortex, and hypothalamus.â Listing off as if his life depended on it - and youâre quite pleased to say that his palm only puts more pressure on your stomach. Thus make you twitch and whine with the added layer of stimulation pushing his thickened shaft against every ridge inside your walls. âI-in other wordsâŚit makes her feel good.â
âFull marks.â You respond. Fuck, did it get him hard to have you bossing him around and teaching him like this. âNow to put that knowledge to good use and actually bottom- oh!â
You should know by now never to underestimate Nanami Kento. Because with a few more sloppy drags- heâs shovelling all of his thick, throbbing inches between your pussylips.
Having them spreeeeead-spread-spread so widely open to take up his entire shaft - you could feel the curvature of his bulbous tip hit your cervix and splurge it in his dewy sap. You could feel his darker curly hairs kiss your cunt nâ scritch-scratch at your clit. You could feel him bottom out.
Finally.Â
After what feels like so long fucking you simply trying to get his immense size to fit inside - now Nanami was free to drill upwards into you like a madman.
âThere-â Nanami takes the signal to reach down the looooong digit of his thumb down from where his palm remained splayed atop your core. Pressinâ down on your clit - still so sensitive after your last orgasm. âDoes it feel good now, doctor?â
Youâre jerking upwards as he thrusts and thrusts, âS-so good-â You moan out, your entire body wracking with primal shivers. You were already down so many inches of his vein-covered cock, and yet there seemed to be even moreââFuuuck yeah, try to aim for the Gräfenberg spot, baby, try to aim.â
âT-tryingâŚâ
With his blond brows furrowed in concentration, he holds his left hand still on the side of your waist and manhandles your body into the most sultry figure-eights and curves.
You didnât even know if Nanami even realized what he was doing - the way he was churning his thickly-covered shaft all deep inside of you. With the way he was moving you like this, it made it so easy for the patterns of his veins to kiss up against your sweetest spots, aiming for that one particular spotâ
âA-and you said it was how deep along your canal, my love?â Nanami gusts out his scalding moans, and- fuck, was he so far gone that heâd forgotten that, too? It wasnât even too long ago that he was reciting the same facts at you.
âRight at the front, remember? Where it feels so good?â Youâre attempting to tone it down for him, âAnteriorâŚâ
âAnterior vaginal wall.â He nods, suddenly remembering now.
As youâre being fucked with all his rapid half-ruts and hammers - too ravenous to even properly pull out of your pussy to fuck you with his entire length - Nanamiâs palm skids down where his cylindrical intrusion was turning you utterly stupid. And within absolutely no time, heâs splaying his fingers out - thumb rolling over the knob of your clit, the edge of his pinkie stretched out wide about halfway down your stomach. From the beginning of your treacly cunt and all the way to yourââWomb.â Nanami pants out, more to himself. âSâabout this distance from th-the vaginal orifice and up to the cervix uteri.â
âI-is it?â Your mouth waters at just the way he was taking this so serious - all while he as fucking you so sloppilyâŚÂ
The general practitioner tilts his muddled head, âSo measuring from here- my apologies, doctor, I canât quite remember the exact distance so mâmeasuringâŚâ And you can see the way those intelligent, half-lidded eyes of his twinkle behind his glasses. â-the Gräfenberg spot should be somewhere overâŚhere.â
Trial and error.
Trial and error.
Trail through the thorough slashes he was placing with his mushroomy tip, and error at the way heâŚactually, Nanami Kento doesnât make errors. Who did you think he was? With only a singular slam! planted against a spot in your walls, youâre feeling so much pleasure that you have to close your eyes and let your body be taken over by the raw pleasure.
And Nanami seems to notice this change in you immediately, âI-is that the one, doctor?â Heâs breathily chuckling out, absolutely loving the way your walls seemed to melt around him. âAnterior vaginal wall. About three inches deep. Rapid palpitationsâoh! I think I read about this.â
âY-yes, that oneââ Your mouth drips with watery spittle as he reaches straight for that spot once more.
âHeh, that was rather easy I must admit.â You wonder if Nanami realizes just how much heâs echoing his words from earlier, and simply banginâ and banginâ away at the treasure trove of your g-spot. âHow could I ever think to miss this beautiful spot? Not when sheâs callinâ out fâme every time I hit it?â
Your pussy was letting out just the most sinful squelches, âYes- yes yes yes, keep going.â
âMhmââ Heâs slowly but surely learning then that he faster heâs roverinâ his thick inches up your channel, the stupider youâre growing on his cock. âFucking this pussy f-feels so right. Having her pretty walls s-squeeze me like this- thereâs no better medicine in the woooorld and I donât need a single medical textbook to tell me that.â With each one of his jackhammers leaving you lurching on top of him until he pulls you back down with the hand plastered onto your hip. Like adhesive.Â
And now that heâd found your favorite spot once more, Nanami Kento wasnât showing you any mercy.
He juts his hips upwards- he holds onto your pliable body as you try to move- he pins you back down onto his thickened base and simply keeps on ruininâ you on his prolonged length. Fingers still twiddling on your clit.
A particularly harsh bang! against your throbbing g-spot leaves you scrambling on top of him and Nanami snapping up and letting his left hand bring your neck into a chokehold. Heâs tightening his grip on your airway as you struggle, âD-donât run away, maâam. If you run away then whoâs going to teach me-â
You gasp, being pushed and pulled by him. âThereâs nothing more to teach-â
âBut there isâŚâ Heâs looking up at you through his slightly pale lashes, something dark glinting within those kindred irises. âWonât you teach me how to impregnate this pussy, doctor?â
âYou- you should know that already-â
âBut youâre the doctor.â Nanami insists in his predatory tone, holding your cunt deeper against the scruff of his happy trail. Not only does it cure a carnal itch at your clit that you didnât even know you had - but it also makes the white-hot shockwaves of pleasure you were experiencing increase tenfold. His thumb starts edging all over that sweet nub, âYouâre the one senior to me. Youâre the one smarter than me-â
âFuh-fuck but right nowâŚâ The words are being entirely fucked out of you by the maddened drilling of his hips.
His pistoning red tip swipinâ at your g-spot and leaving a few rotund bruises right at your cervix. Thud, thud, thud. âSo go on- tell me something smart, doctor.â
And youâre left momentarily speechless by the way that Nanamiâs toned pelvis only plummets up harder in anticipation for your response. It wasnât you riding him any longer, right now it was him dragging his veiny cock down your walls and driving you absolutely wild with it.
He slobbers out a creamy droplet of pre right where the door to your womb was calculated to be - right where he could almost feel your pussy begging for him to empty out into you. âK-Kentoââ You whine.
âYes, doctor?â
âShut up and cum inside me unless you want me to ban you from my pussy.â
Now wasnât that genuinely the smartest thing heâs ever heard.
With a few more nudges against your puffy clit, Nanami pulls you down by the hand at your throat to kiss you. And thatâs what does it for him.
Thatâs what sends him over the edge.
The two of you are crashing into your highs faster than you could count. Your orgasm crashing through you like an intense storm, and Nanamiâs speed spurting deeeeeep inside of youâheâd been holding back this high for ages now, solely waiting to fuck you through yours before he eventually edged into his inevitable one.
And if you thought that the bliss heâd given you from earlier was the best high of your life, then you surely werenât ready for this one.
Bulbous tears falling down your face. Throat wretched with constant sound. Your thighs shaking tiredly on top of his upwards-drilling hips, âCumming.â You mewl out belatedly, your vision turning into one of a kaleidoscope. âSh-shit youâve made me cum-â
âThe afferent nerves are carrying up the signals straight to thoseânghâŚparts of your brain.â Even he was having trouble keeping up by now, the blushinâ tip of his shaft twitching more sensitively than ever. âAnd then- and then here-â
âS-so sensitiveâŚâ Youâre drawling out through the shakes of your high as he presses down the hand still latched onto your pretty stomach. The perfect position.
Because when Nanami was piling on the pressure, that meant he could feel the sensation of your channel bulging with the wads of his ivory sap. Folds fluttering as you tried to suck back in the miry ribbons, but there was so much that you just couldnât help but overspill-
Nanami mindlessly prattles out his scientific knowledge, âFrom the vas deferens to theâŚngh- sâgonna collect in the posterior urethra and become expelled through S2-S4 reflexesâŚâ Slightly trailing off, he slides his hand to right above your womb. âDeposited riiiiiiiiiight here at your cervix- can you feel it, my love?â
âYes yes yes yes-â Youâre fucking back down onto his incredible cadence, even the slightest movements making Nanamiâs cum splosh! deep inside you. All warm and gooey. â-can feel it so deep inside, baby-â
âIn your womb.â He insists, something crazed in his eyes. âOh, all in your womb like she deserves.â
Your toes curl.
Your hips start to feel sticky with the excess of sweat and slick that keeps spraying out.
Itâs then that his steady fingertips start scooping up the white cum you were leaking out in a big olâ puddle on top of Nanamiâs abs. Itâs like some glaze heâs getting on his fingers and stuffinâ between your swollen pussylips- still fucking you like a madman while he does so.
Letting his fingers probe inside.
Allowing your greedy cunt to gobble up each ounce of sap heâd given you.
Making your greedy cunt gobble up each ounce of sap heâd gifted you - and Dr. Nanami Kento always was the biggest stickler about cleanliness in his office room. Even though he was making the biggest, sloppiest mess out of youâ
He doesnât stop until every single dewdrop of his cum has been swiped clean inside of you, and youâve been overstimulated until you were nothing but a whining, babbling mess. His hefty cockhead shoved deep and still throbbing inside of you, âS-say something- ngh, else from that smart mouth, my love?â
âKentoââ And thatâs all he ever wanted to hear.Â
âPerfect.â
Your tearfully blubbering mouth continues, âAre you finally cured of your symptoms now?â
Nanami looks at you, he looks at where you two were connected. And he places a hand right above his rapidly beating heart, always eager to let himself be known around you. Always. âHow about a second opinion of that sixth opinion? You may use the stethoscope this time.â
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The seventh opinion (?).
Youâre not sure how the two of you didnât sound any alarms.
But sunlight seemed to be spying in through the blinds of Dr. Nanami Kentoâs (MBBS) office, and the two of you had quietly snuck into his specially attached bathroom to freshen yourselves up. And itâs with immense, immense difficulty that you two donât pursue an nth opinion in there, too.Â
Oh, alrightâŚmaybe you did pursue at least half an opinion.Â
But! You digress, itâs the early morning hours by the time that you and Nanami finally step out of his sex-saturated office.Â
Itâs as if your little bubble of lust has - not popped - more so dissipated into the air until it was clinging onto every particle in the atmosphere around you two. Until wherever you went, even if you were merely stepping out into the hospital corridor, made you want to feel more of the man.
To hold him.
To touch him.
To kiss him.
Nanami, it seems, was facing the same internal battle. The need was palpable on his face and his hand reaches outâto fix the collar of your stark white coat.Â
With a soft chuckle, youâre sweeping a look around the hallway but ah- luckily the coast was clear. And it leaves you two enough privacy to check each other for any hairs out of place (Nanami, expectedly, was looking as impeccable as ever), to check for your disinfected stethoscopes, to fix each otherâs medical coats.
Itâs only once youâre done that Nanami leans down without any warning and presses a soft yet lingering kiss to your lipsââYeah.â He murmurs into your mouth, âStill facing those symptoms.â
âWeâll have to check up on that.â You quip back.
âBasic labs?â
âEndoscopy.â
And itâs with a final nudge at Nanamiâs shoulder that youâre leaving with the promise of calling him right after your shift (the two of you had a date planned for next Friday night, after all!). His eyes leaving you for the first time, and your back turning to face the other side of the hallway whenâ
Dr. Gojo Satoru, ophthalmologist.
Wide-eyed and even wider-grinning at the sight heâd just-so-happened to stumble upon in his valiant pursuit to give Nanami an unsolicited seventh medical opinion. Whatâs that saying about finding diamonds in the pursuit of gold.
âYou twoâŚâ He points between the two of you, and before you can open your mouths to say anything- âWait there- pose!â
In a split-second - so fast that you almost think you imagined it - Gojoâs plucking out his phone from his white coat pocket and snapping a picture of you and Nanami. Freshly-fucked aura and all.Â
The glaze in your eyes. The bite marks on your neck. The scratches peaking above his collar. The slightly unsteady quality of your gait.
The only thing that prevents you from thinking this was all some bad dream was the undeniable bzzzzâ! vibration coming from your coat pocket.
And Nanamiâs.
You both reach down into it and fish your phones.Â
GROUPCHAT: Dr. Johnny Sins but better (Hospital groupchat)
Six Eyes: Look who I just caught fucking in their office MWAHAHAH Ď(â§ÎľâŚĎ) âĄ
Six Eyes: *insert attachment*
SUGONDEEZNUTS: LMAO
Shoko Ieri: oh my god.
SUGONDEEZNUTS: KENTO MY MAN I SAID AFTER DINNER. AFTER.
Shoko Ieri: you all owe me 4000 yen
SUGONDEEZNUTS: Iâm broke and Satoru will pay for the both of us
Six Eyes: I never said that??
Six Eyes: Wait how is no one surprised?? AND YâALL HELD A BET WITHOUT ME (ďźďżŁĐ ̄)
Shoko Ieri: satoru you wouldâve cheated
SUGONDEEZNUTS: Truth, bro.
Director Yaga (who tf added him??): Truth, bro.
Director Yaga (who tf added him??): And congratulations, Kento. You have finally lost your virginity, overcome your emotional constipation, and made me proud (we will ignore this breaking of hygiene policy for today).
Sunny Haibs: Congratulations, Kento!! I always knew you could do it!! (Thatâs why I bet the highest on you, you all actually owe ME 8000 yen).
Shoko Ieri: fuck.
SUGONDEEZNUTS: Fuck.
Director Yaga (who tf added him??) left the groupchat.
âThose bastards.â Gojo sighs heavily, looking up from a text exchange that you, too, had been present in the live to. âI canât believe they started a bet without me.â And the two of you stare down the handsome blue-eyed hotshot of the ophthalmics department in suspicion.
Gojo sweeps his eyes lingeringly down you both in slight impatience, âSo? Yaga said heâll overlook any breaking of the hygiene policy for today.â
âYesâŚ?â Nanami asks, resting his hand on your shoulder.
âSo donât you need a seventh opinion?â
A/N. YES GOJO I WOULD JOIN YOU- also donât quote me on most of the medical stuff because I had Wikipedia and a dreamâŚ.
đđ husband!toji and your son donât play when it comes to you. mlist.
the sun beats down softly on the neighborhood park. megumiâs small sneakers kick up tiny clouds of dust as he scrambles up the slide ladder for the fifth time, his dark hair sticking out in every direction. you sit on a bench opposite of it, keeping half an eye on him while scrolling absently on your phone.
toji stretches beside you, one arm draped lazily along the backrest behind your shoulders.
âlook, mama!â megumi calls out from the top of the slide, waving both arms wildly to get your attention.
you wave back with a grin, âi see you, baby! big slide this time, huh?â
toji huffs a quiet laugh at the sight of his son, âkidâs fearless. gets that from me.â
âmm, or from the fact you let him climb on literally everything at home,â you tease before nudging his side.
your husband can only smirk at that. he tilts his head toward the colorful truck parked near the entrance gates, its cheerful jingle floating over the playground. âiâm gonna grab us some ice cream before that line gets longer. ya want the usual?â
you nod happily, âcookie dough flavor, please.â
âgot it,â he stands, ruffling your hair on his way pastâhis version of affection in public, âdonât let the lilâ gremlin run off.â
megumi still waves wildly from the top of the slide, wanting your eyes on him the entire time so he can show off his skills. âmamaaa! watch!â
âiâm watching, baby!â you call back, laughing as he launches himself down with a gleeful yell.
toji heads off toward the truck with his hands in his pockets, broad shoulders cutting an easy path through the scattered families. you turn your attention back to megumi again, whoâs now trying to cross the monkey bars with fierce determination and very little upper-body strength.
suddenly, a shadow falls over the bench. you glance up to find a man standing there. he looks like heâs in his mid-thirties, polo shirt, friendly smile thatâs just a shade too bright.
âmind if i sit?â he asks, already lowering himself beside you without waiting on an answer. he nods to megumi, âcute kid. yours?â
you shift away slightly, giving him a polite nod. you feel uncomfortable already, âyeah. thanks.â
he leans forward, elbows on his knees, watching megumi dangle from the bars. âheâs got energy. bet he keeps you on your toes,â his gaze slides to you, âyou come here often? i feel like iâd remember seeing a beautiful lady like you.â
the compliment lands heavy. even more because itâs unwarranted. you offer a tight smile, âwe try to come on weekends.â
âlucky weekends, then,â he grins, teeth white and even. âiâm kyle, by the way. just moved to the area. always nice to meet friendly faces. especially ones as pretty as yours.â
before you can respond, small footsteps thunder toward you. megumi abandons the monkey bars mid-dangle and bolts over, cheeks flushed a rosy pink, eyes wide as he takes in the stranger sitting next to you. without a word, he climbs straight into your lap, wrapping his arms around your neck like heâs staking a claim.
âmama,â he says seriously, staring at kyle with that unblinking stare only little kids can manage, âwant juice now.â
you bite back a laugh at that protective yet adorable tone of his, hugging the little child close. âwe only have water in the bag, sweetie. but papaâs getting ice cream, âkay?â
kyle chuckles awkwardly as he senses megumi staring intently at him. âhey, little man. youâre a fast runner.â
megumi just burrowes closer to you, resting his head on your shoulder with a huff, âhmph, youâre not my papa.â
toji appears at the edge of the playground, three ice cream cones balanced easily in his large hands. even from where youâre seated you can see the shift in demeanourâthe way his lazy stride goes still, shoulders lightly squaring and chin lifting as he clocks the man sitting too close.
he reaches the bench in a few long steps. he doesnât say anything at first, just looms, all sharp edges and quiet menace. kyle finally trails off mid-sentence.
toji hands you your cookie dough cone, megumi a smaller one with sprinkles and keeps the plain vanilla for himself. then he sitsâdirectly between you and kyle, forcing the stranger to scoot over or be sat on. he chooses scooting.
âproblem?â toji asks, his voice low and flat, piercing eyes hidden behind the sunglasses as he nonchalantly takes a slow bite of his cone.
the man blinks, âuh, no. just chatting.â
toji turns his head toward you, ignoring kyle entirely. âhe bothering you?â
you shake your head slightly. youâre more amused than anything now that tojiâs here, âweâre fine.â
megumi, now oblivious to the tension, licks his ice cream happily. heâs already forgot all about the strange man now that his father has returned, âpapa, look! sprinkles!â
tojiâs mouth curves. just barely. still trying to hold himself back from making a scene. ânice choice, kid,â he hums before glancing sideways at kyle.
âplaygroundâs big. yâknowâlots of empty benches.â
tojiâs tone reveals that it isnât a simple suggestion, but a clear warning that the stranger should immediately leave if he doesnât want to find out what a man would do for his wifeâs comfort.
kyle stands quickly, brushing imaginary dirt from his pants. âyeah, i should. . . nice m-meeting you,â he stammers and hurries off without looking back.
you nudge tojiâs shoulder with yours after kyle disappears from sight. âjealous much?â you tease, though youâre quite grateful for your husbandâs intervention.
toji grunts whilst licking a drip from his cone. ânot jealous. just donât like strangers thinkinâ they can as much as talk to my wife.â
âso you are,â you laugh and press a kiss to tojiâs cheek. itâs adorable in a way. this big, muscular gruff man being jealous and protective.
megumi interrupts as he finishes his ice cream cone in record time. he tugs at tojiâs sleeve with a whine, already hopping off your lap, âpapa! push me on the swing?â
toji stands with a grunt, scooping megumi up with one arm while still holding his ice cream in the other, âhigher than last time?â
âyes!â megumi cheers loudly.
you watch them head toward the swings. tojiâs indulgent smirk and megumiâs little legs kicking in excitement put a smile on your face.
some things never change. and you wouldnât want them to.
áŻá° Katsuki is sent on a week-long mission and ends up missing his son's first word and first crawl
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Katsuki was happily married with you, and the two of you already had a nine-month-old son named Kaito. His name symbolizes triumph and victoryâ just like his hero symbol, the âSymbol of Victory.â Fitting, because not only did the name match his symbol, but the kid looked exactly like him too. Your genes didnât even stand a chance, and he teased you about it constantly.
He had everything a man could ever want:
A wife like you.
A perfect kid.
A career as one of the top heroes in the world.
What more could he ever want?
But some things always come with a price.
Being a top hero meant big missions. Big missions meant long hours. Long hours meant long days away from home. And long days away meant not seeing youâ not seeing the tiny boy he loved so painfully much for what felt like forever.
So when he found out heâd be gone for a full week⌠something in him twisted. Leaving you, leaving his nine-month-old son, absolutely cracked his heart open.
He devoted whatever free time he had to you, even if it was only a few minutes before collapsing into sleep. It sucked, and he hated it, but he had to push through. He had to come home to you and Kaito no matter what.
Four more days left before the mission ended. It had already been three days since heâd opened his phoneâheâd been too busy, too on-guard, too surrounded by danger to risk even a text.
When they finally made it to their designated hotel, Katsuki collapsed onto the bed immediately. His muscles were sore, his mind exhausted, and the mission had been rougher than he expected; more villains, more chaos, more nearly-dyingâjust more everything.
He let out a heavy sigh as adrenaline slowly drained from his veins and left behind something hollow.
He stared blankly at the ceiling for a moment before his eyes drifted toward his phone on the bedside table. The screen was dark and cold, almost taunting him.
Goddammit.
He was tired.
He was sore.
And he missed her.
He dragged himself up and grabbed his phone.
The screen lit up.
101 notifications. All from you.
Photos of Kaito. Updates of worry. Messages of longing. Missed calls. Your voice notes. All the moments he had missed while he was gone.
Little things he wasnât there for.
His chest tightened as he scrolled. Photos of Kaitoâsmiling, pouting, sleeping, growing. Even the way his hair stuck up changed by the day. It hurt to look at, because he shouldâve been there watching it happen.
And then there were your messagesâyour daily check-ins, your goodnights, the soft âI miss youâ things he didnât get to respond to. Every one of them tugged at him.
He reached the voicemails.
He tapped the first one.
âKATSUKI! YOU CANâT BELIEVE WHAT JUST HAPPEN, KAITO BABY SAY IT AGAINââ
There was a shuffle, like you were repositioning your phone. A soft coo from Kaito.
There was a tiny pause.
Then a small, unsure voice,
âDa⌠dada.â
Your excited squeal followed.
âCAN YOU BELIEVE IT? KAITO SAID HIS FIRST WORD, IâM SO HAPPY!â
Katsuki froze. For a moment, even the air around him felt still.
He hit replay.
Once. Twice. Over and over.
Kaitoâs little voiceâsoft, wobbly, slightly confusedâ
but definitely clear.
"Dada."
His chest compressed, tight and painful.
His vision blurred for a second.
It hit him all at onceâ
He wasnât there.
You were the one taking care of him all day, feeding him, soothing him, rocking him to sleep.
You were the one doing everything.
And yetâŚ
Kaitoâs first word wasnât âmama.â
It was him.
Dada.
He missed his own sonâs first word that was him.
Because he was here instead of home. Because duty came first. Because he was a top heroâ while you were home witnessing moments heâd never get back.
His jaw tightened. He swallowed hard and typed,
âAbout damn time.â
His thumb hovered for a second, then he added, softer: ââŚMake him say it again when I get back.â
He needed to hear it with his own ears.
From his kid.
In person.
He scrolled more. Another message.
âKATSUKI OUR BABY CAN CRAWL NOWWW AHHHâ
There was a video attached.
He tapped it.
Kaito was on the floor in his little dynamight onesie at, his costume, palms slapping messily against the ground. You were holding a toy out in front of him, laughing softly, encouraging him.
âCome on, baby, you can do itâcome to mama!â
He wobbled left, then right, then lurched forward in a sloppy little sprint. His brows furrowed in determinationâso much like himself it almost hurtâand he made a proud, breathy squeal when he reached the couch leg.
You were behind the camera laughing breathlessly, cheering him on. âGo, baby, goâoh my god, look at you!â
Bakugoâs breath caught.
Fast learner. Stubborn. Already pushing past limits.
Just like him.
His lips parted in something between disbelief and pride and agony.
He shouldâve been there behind the camera.
He shouldâve been the one cheering.
He shouldâve been the one catching him if he fell.
But he wasnât. He typed back,
âDamn bratâs gonna be a pain in my ass when he starts running, isnât he?â
He paused in hesitancy for a split second before he types again.
ââŚSave some firsts for me, damn it.â
Thenâ
âBakugo? BAKUGO, ARE YOU OKAY MAN?â
Kirishimaâs voice yanked him back to reality.
Katsuki blinked, disoriented, until he realizedâ
his cheeks were wet.
âWhat,â he muttered, touching his face. His fingers brushed tears he didnât even feel spill.
âBroâ why are you crying?â Kirishima asked, eyes big and worried.
The blonde turned away sharply. âIâm fine, shitty hair.â
The video was still looping beside him. Tiny Kaito crawling toward the camera. Toward you. Toward the warmth he desperately wanted to be in.
His throat tightened painfully.
He slammed the phone face-down into the sheets.
âBakubro⌠what happened, man?â
âI said Iâm fine,â he repeated, harsherâbut his voice cracked, betraying him.
Kirishima chuckled softly. âItâs manly to cry, you know.â
âShut the hell up,â Katsuki snapped, no real bite to it.
Kirishima only smiled knowingly before heading to the bathroom and closing the door.
Katsuki sank deeper into the bed, feeling every ache, every weight in his chest.
âFour days left,â Kirishimaâs voice drifted from the bathroom. âThen weâre outta this hell.â
Katsuki exhaled hard.
âTch⌠canât come soon enough.â
Just as he closed his eyes, his phone lit up with a new message.
"I love you. Stay safe always, suki. âĄ"
His lockscreen appeared nextâ a picture of you in the hospital bed, exhausted but glowing, holding newborn Kaito to your chest. Your smile was tired but full of happiness. You looked perfect.
His expression softened into a small, unconscious smile. He pulled the phone closer, gazing at it intently.
âDadaâs coming soon, Kaito,â he whispered, his voice uncharacteristically soft. âTake care of mama for me, yeah?â
Back home, you were about to feed Kaito a spoonful of baby food when he suddenly sneezed âtiny shoulders jumping, his nose scrunching up adorably.
You laughed. âAww, youâre so cute, my love. Just like your faââ
ACHOO!
Your own sneeze cut you off.
You froze.
Kaito blinkedâ then burst into giggles, kicking his chubby legs.
You stared at him, then laughed too, picking him up and peppering kisses into his spiky blond tufts.
âYeah⌠just like your father,â you murmured with a fond smile against his soft hair.
.đĽa/n: Father katsuki strikes! Might be writing more of him in the future hehehe. That's it for now! Stay tuned for more rambles. âĄâ (â >â  â ŕ¨â  â <â )â âĄ
áŻáĄŁđŠ My strategy, strategy will get ya, get ya, baby!
.đĽsypnosis: In whichâever since childhood, youâve been determined to make Katsuki Bakugo marry you.
.đĽpart two! part one.
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Forward to middle school, Katsuki was walking to school when fast footsteps track behind him.
Katsuki doesnât even need to turn around to know exactly whoâs barreling toward himâhis instincts have been honed by years of you ambushing him. He grits his teeth, shoulders tensing, before suddenly sidestepping just in timeâ letting you stumble past him with an undignified yelp.
âTch. Like hell Iâm letting you tackle me again, woman.â He snarks, already marching aheadâthough thereâs the faintest twitch at the corner of his lips.
Damn brat never learns.
âOof!â you let out as you stumble on the floor before pouting and looking up. âThatâs not a very nice thing to do to your wife!â
Katsuki gives you a flat look as you pout dramatically from the ground. He looks absolutely unrepentant at the way he let you trip over thin airâif anything, his expression suggests that it was your fault instead.
âMaybe, if you donât charge at me like a damn missile every time you see me, that wouldnât happen, idiot.â He retorts with a huff, hands shoved in his pockets as he waits for you to get up.
âSooo youâre not denying it? Does this mean youâre finally accepting me as your future wife!?â you gasp dramatically, pointing at him.
Katsuki chokes on his own spitâhis face instantly flushing crimson as he realizes the fatal mistake in his phrasing. He sharply turns to your direction with a vein already popped on his temple as he hisses through gritted teeth.
âSHUT UP!! I DIDNâT SAY SHIT!!â
He then lets out an exasperated huff âbut he can still feel his face heated up despite his best efforts to remain nonchalant about it. The way you keep bringing up the "future wife" thing still makes him flustered as hell, even now.
âTch. Just get up, will ya? Weâre gonna be late for class, ya damn lunatic.â He scoffsâavoiding your question, as always.
âSo⌠arenât you gonna help your future wife up?â you grin slyly.
Katsuki visibly twitchesâhis entire body stiffening as he debates between walking away or just exploding out of sheer frustration and embarrassment. His face is rapidly turning redder by the secondâbut instead of doing either, he suddenly snarls and reaches down, roughly yanking you up by the wrist.
âThere! Happy now, ya damn crazy woman?!â He barksâthough his grip lingers for a second longer than necessary before he abruptly drops your hand and storms off, shoulders tense.
"Hurry, husband! Weâre gonna be late for class!â You call out as you quickly catch up to himâthen suddenly loop your arms around his neck, planting a big kiss on his cheek. You pull back just as fast, letting him go, your triumphant grin already forming before you even land back on your heels. Then you strut forward, pride practically radiating off you.
Katsuki faltersâpractically wheezing as you plaster yourself against him, planting a massive kiss on his cheek before letting go and prancing off.
For a moment, heâs absolutely frozenâhis brain shutting down as his face turns a shade of red so dark he resembles a tomato. It takes a solid five seconds before he can actually regain enough awareness to moveâgrumbling and cursing under his breath as he stomps after you, far too flustered to even respond to your antics.
.đĽ Ý Ë Strategy 2: Commitment Trapâ Make him verbally claim you (even accidentally).
Time skipped to the last day of middle school, Katsuki just finished his UA entrance exams and is attending the last day of school when in the middle of class a crumpled paper lands in front of him. Opening it, he sees:
'Meet me after school under the cherry blossom at the park ASAP. âĄ'
Katsuki squints at the crumpled noteâhis usual scowl deepening as he reads it. The handwriting is unmistakable, and that little heart at the end? Yeah, only you would do something like that.
Because of course he doesâwho else would have the audacity to toss notes at him mid-class?
He almost scoffs and crumples it again out of habitâbut thereâs something about the urgency in your scribbled words that makes him pause a bit.
You never called him to the cherry blossom tree unless it was important.
So with a grumble, he shoves the note into his pocket andâonce the final bell ringsâstalks off toward the park without another word, hands shoved deep in his pockets as he tries to ignore the nagging twist in his gut.
What the hell are you up to now?
Katsuki walks briskly through the gates toward the parkâhis mind already bracing himself for whatever over-the-top declaration you have cooked up this time.
His heart is doing that weird thud-thud thing againâhe blames it on the brisk walk and definitely not the anticipation of what youâre about to say.
And the second he spots the unmistakable sight of you waiting for him beneath the cherry blossoms, his stomach does a strange flip.
He knows he should be annoyed, but damn it.
His footsteps are surprisingly quiet on the cobbled path as he approaches youâeyes narrowing slightly as he gives you a once-over, searching for any hint of what you might have planned this time.
âYou better have a damn good reason for callinâ me here on the last day of school.â He grumbles, almost succeeding in maintaining an irritated facade, if not for the faint, almost imperceptible flicker of curiosity in his red eyes.
You step forward, your eyes refusing to meet his as you stay on your toes.
âUhm⌠uhâŚâ
Katsuki stiffens instantlyâyour hesitation sending alarm bells ringing in his head. You never act like thisânot unless somethingâs seriously wrong. His jaw clenches as he takes a sharp step forward, voice dropping into something uncharacteristically serious:
âOi. Whatâs wrong?â
Heâs already mentally preparing to hunt down whoever made you like this.
âKatsuki⌠youâre going to UA, right?â
Katsuki blinksâslightly off-guard by your question. Still, he nods slowly, eyes narrowing warily as he gauges where this line of conversation is heading.
âYeah⌠and?â He grumblesâthe tension in his shoulders easing just a fraction as he waits for you to continue.
You falter, gaze shifting away from him, landing somewhere off to the side. Katsuki immediately picks up on your nervous demeanorâhis chest tightening uncomfortably.
âOi. Spit it out already." He orders, the gruffness in his voice unable to mask the hint of concern that slips through. He hates seeing you anything less than your usual carefree self.
âGood luck.â Your voice cracks on the word, followed by a sniff as your hands rush forward to cover your face.
Katsuki stops deadâyour words hitting him like a punch to the gut.
For once in his life, heâs completely silent, staring at you in disbelief as you sniffle and try to hide your face.
âWhat the hellâŚ?â His voice drops low, dangerously so, as he steps forward and forcefully pulls your hands away from your face.
His red eyes burn into yoursâhis grip tightening ever so slightly as he growls out.
âWhat the hell kind of goodluck is that?! You donât justââ
He stops himself abruptly, jaw clenching as he takes in your tear-streaked face.
Heâs never seen you cry like this, not once in all the years heâs known you.
And suddenlyâthe realization hits him like a ton of bricks.
ââŚYouâre leaving.â
Itâs not a question.
His voice is eerily quietâlaced with something raw and angryâbecause how dare you pull this shit now? After everything?
He swallows hardâhis hands still gripping yours like heâs afraid youâll vanish if he lets go.
âWhere?â His voice cracks slightly on the word.
He needs to know. He needs toâ
âGoing to Nagasaki.â You croak it out. Katsuki exhales, relief flooding him that you werenât going overseasâbut still, the significant distance makes his chest tighten.
Sure, Nagasaki wasnât foreign soil like heâd feared, but the fact that you still wouldnât be here feels like a knife to the gut.
âWhy⌠why Nagasaki?â He mutters. The usual sharp edge missing from his voice because damn it, he couldnât find it in himself to yell at you right now.
âThereâs a school there that fits better for my quirk, and I have a family there to help me.â
Katsuki exhales sharplyâhis jaw tightening as he processes your words. His fingers twitch at his sidesâwanting to reach out, to stop this somehowâbut he knows he canât.
Not when itâs about your future.
Stillâ
âTch.â He clicks his tongueâglaring off to the side before abruptly stepping forward and yanking you into a tight embraceâhis nose buried in your hair as he practically growls:
âYou better not fuckinâ forget about me then.â
You stiffen before smiling against his chest and burying your face into it, arms snaking around him with a muffled, âHow could I forget my husband? If anything, I should be saying that to youâyou better not find another wife.â
Katsuki lets out a sharp, incredulous scoffâhis grip tightening around you almost painfully as he snaps.
âAs if Iâd ever put up with another damn lunatic like you.â
His voice is rough, but his fingers curl gently into the fabric of your shirt, betraying the softness beneath his harsh tone.
Then, quieterâalmost hesitantâhe mutters against your hair:
ââŚYouâre stuck with me.â
âWhat was that?â You pull away slightly, raising a brow with a smirk.
Katsuki immediately scowlsâhis face flushing scarlet as he realizes exactly what he just admitted. He shoves you away gently with a growlâvoice dripping with exasperation.
âI said to shut your damn trap! You damn clingy woman!!â
âI dunno⌠how about we make this official , just in case?â
Katsuki freezesâeyes widening as your words sink in. Once again, heâs well and truly speechlessâbrain struggling to reconcile the sudden proposal with the reality of impending distance.
He should be irritated. He should be telling you to stop pushing your luckâto stop playing with his heart like this. He should.
But insteadâwithout even thinkingâhe hears himself mutter gruffly.
ââŚYou mean⌠like⌠marriage or somethinâ?â
âGasp! Arenât we already married!? Weâre GONNA BE married, but we canât just jump straight into it, can we? You know what I meanâŚâ You whisper the last part, cheeks tinged pink, heart racing.
Katsuki chokes on his own salivaâface crimson as he seem to realize what youâre getting at. He splutters incoherently, mind racing a mile a minute.
He should be yelling, dammitâshould be telling you to cool it with the marriage talk. He should.
Instead, he mumbles gruffly.
âYouâyou mean like⌠an engagement or somethinâ?â
And he's supposed to be one of the smartest guys in class? You curse him internally but coo at the cuteness of his cluelessness.
âWHAT? NooâI MEANâ I would love to butâŚâ You let out a soft tch, adapting from him before averting your gaze, cheeks tinged.
ââŚI meant you ask me to be your⌠yk⌠because I uhm, I like you, Katsuki. I really do, and well⌠uh.â Youâve never been this shy in your whole lifeâalways bold, blunt, straightforwardâbut all that drastically changed after falling for the man who was supposed to be just a dare at fiveâŚ
Katsuki staresâbrain short-circuiting as he registers your confession. Face erupts into scarletâusual confident demeanor crumbling under emotions heâs never processed.
For a long moment, heâs utterly silentâjust gawking at you.
Then his hands shoot out to roughly grab your shoulders, voice hoarse as he grits out:
âYouâ you idiot!!â
His hands are shaking.
Heâs fuming while his grip tightens, red eyes burning into yours with an intensity that makes your breath hitch.
Finally, he exhales sharply through his nose, trying to sound calm, and failing miserably
âTch. Fine.â
He looks awayâjaw clenchedâbefore muttering under his breath.
âBe my girlfriend⌠or whatever.â
Silence for a moment. Thenâheâs tackled to the ground like five-year-olds all over again, first meeting in the sandbox.
âOOF!â Katsuki lets out a strangled noise as you barrel into him, back hitting the grass with a thud, your weight pressing down as he wheezes for breath.
Face burning hotter, mind short-circuiting at the sheer dĂŠjĂ vuâbecause this is how it all started.
Sandbox flashbacks intensify.
And yetâdespite the indignity of being flattened into the dirtâhe doesnât shove you off. Instead, his hands hover awkwardly before finally settling on your waistâvoice a gruff, flustered mumble.
âGoddammitâŚyouâre still the same damn crazy womanâŚâ
"Not very husband material to say to your wife." You grin before leaning in, capturing his lipsâthe first kiss after years of marriage declarations and bickering.
Katsuki tenses immediately. His entire body rigid as your lips press against hisâmind blowing up faster than any explosion heâs ever created.
For a terrifying, blissful second, he doesnât breathe, doesnât move, just stares at you wide-eyed, frozen in shock.
Thenâhands clamp around your waist, hauling you impossibly closer as he kisses you back, fierce intensity slanting over your lips, pent-up frustration, longing, and adoration pouring out.
You taste like victory and kind of homeyâand he hates how right it feels.
When he finally pulls away, flushed, breathing raggedâhe mutters against your lips.
ââŚShut up.â
Unable to resist, he tugs you back in for another one as the cherry blossoms drift lazily above you both.
.đĽ Ý Ë Strategy 3: Wife-Me-Up LevelâMake him put a ring on that finger.
A few years later, their careers took off. Katsuki had successfully become a hero, while you had landed your dream job. You both decided to move into one house, and one day, while deciding to tag along with Katsuki on one of his favorite hobbiesâhiking a big mountainâyou were literally on the verge of exhaustion, while Katsuki was already at the top.
âKatsuki, I can't⌠I'm literally gonna die at this point,â you gasp between panting, wobbling on your feet. You slump forward, grabbing a nearby rock for support, glaring playfully at him. âSeriously, you donât even feel sorry for me?â
Katsuki glances back from his spot at the summitâalready catching his breath and looking infuriatingly composedâonly to see you doubled over, hands on your knees, practically wheezing like you're one step away from collapsing.
"Tch. Weak." He scoffs but the moment the word leaves his mouth, heâs already stomping back down toward you, scowl etched firmly on his face.
Before you can protest, he crouches slightly and hauls you over his shoulder like a damn sack of potatoes.
âKatsukiâwhat the hell!âput me down this instant!!" you yell, kicking your legs lightly, trying to wriggle free but failing.
He ignores your indignant squawk as he adjusts his grip and starts marching the rest of the way up.
"Shut up, before I leave you out. tsk. you're such a pain in the ass.." He grumblesâhis voice rough, annoyed as always, though his hold on you stays firm, secure.
Then, without warning, he gives your ass a light smack, making you yelp in surprise at the back, while up front he flashes a triumphant grin, already striding forward like nothing happened.
When you both finally reach the top, Katsuki sets you down carefully, hands steadying your shoulders as you find your bearings. Once heâs certain you wonât keel over again, he takes a few steps back and crosses his arms, gaze sweeping over the vast mountain terrain below.
The summit was one of his favorite places to train atâand it was especially scenic with the sun setting.
He glances at your flushed face, chest heaving as you pant heavily, and snorts.
âCan't even climb one stupid mountain without losing your breath, huh?"
âHey, I donât do stuff like this a lot, okay!â you pout, planting your hands on your hips and pretending to glare. âAnd you didnât even let me come with you much back then! Youâre lucky I even showed up today.â
Katsuki lets out an amused scoff, lips twitching into a smirk as he turns away to avoid your adorable pout.
"That's your fault for being weak. Not my job to coddle you all the damn time." He retorts, subtle affection betraying his harsh words as you just roll your eyes playfully at response
Shoving his hands into his pockets, he sweeps his gaze back over the mountainsideâas if avoiding you directly. When he speaks again, thereâs a gruff hesitancy in his voice.
"Hey⌠uh, I got⌠got something to say."
âYeah? What is it, my husband? Your dear wife is listening,â you tease, smirking before leaning in like a cartoon character listening intently.
He rolls his eyes, then drops to one kneeâyour eyes widen.
Katsuki grits his teeth, face already burning crimson as he kneels in front of you, scowl locked firmly in place despite the way his hands tremble slightly.
"Shut up and listen for once, damn woman." He grumbles, though there's no real bite to it. Fingers fumble slightly as he reaches into his pocket and then, with an uncharacteristically shaky exhale, he pulls out a ring.
Itâs simple, sturdyâperfect for someone like you.
Jaw clenched, pride warring with vulnerability, he locks eyes with you, voice raw:
"So⌠you gonna marry me for real or what?"
Your eyes widen, mouth slightly agape, cheeks flushed as you just stared at him in shock.
Katsuki watches your stunned reaction with a mix of barely concealed panic and overwhelming prideâfingers tightening around the ring as he waits for you to say somethingâanythingâthat isnât just gaping at him.
His heart is pounding so loud heâs half-convinced you can hear it.
âOi. Say something, dumbassâbefore I change my damn mind.â He growlsâbut his voice cracks on the last word, ruining the threat entirely.
âWhy⌠why are you questioning me when Iâve been asking you the same question ever since we were kids, YOU SWEET BIG OAF!â You tackle him once again, squealing like a fangirl. âYES! YES! YES!â
Katsuki yelps as you slam into himâback hitting the dirt again, some things never change. The ring nearly goes flying from his grip, but he clutches it tightly at the last second, other arm instinctively wrapping around your waist to steady you.
âGODDAMMITâ WILL YOU STOP TACKLING ME EVERY TIME YOU GET EMOTIONAL?!â He roars, face on fireâbut the sheer, unbridled relief in his voice is unmistakable.
Thenâwith a gruntâhe shoves the ring onto your finger, maybe a little too forcefully, before pulling you into a bruising kiss.
.đĽ Ý Ë FINAL STRATEGY COMPLETION: Marriage Secured
While at overseas, Becky had inherited her fatherâs legacyâtaking over the Blackbell Company after his retirement.
The glass tower of the Blackbell Co. headquarters shimmered like a proud crown under the New York skyline, but inside, its CEO looked like sheâd rather be anywhere else.
Becky sat behind her obnoxiously massive executive desk, legs not touching the floor as always, tongue absolutely bitten in concentration while wrangling paperwork into submission. Pen scribbling aggressively as she signs document after document.
A knock echoes against the towering double doors of her office.
âCome in,â she says briskly, not glancing up even once as her signature practically morphs into cursive lightning.
The heavy doors groan open.
Martha, her longtime butler, crosses inâgliding forward with practiced calm despite Beckyâs office feeling like a hurricane brewed inside a cathedral. Becky catches the familiar silhouette in her peripheral vision, but her pen doesnât stop, not even for etiquette.
âWhat is it, Martha?â she asks, already expecting coffee refills or schedule changes.
âYou have a letter, my lady,â Martha answersâflat, unmoved.
Becky snorts. âJust one? Okay. Put it over there on the stack. Iâm waging war against quarterly reports and theyâre winning.â
Martha takes one step closer, and the air shifts slightly.
âThis letter was personally delivered, My lady,â Martha adds, a single brow arching.
âI think itâs rather important that you should read it.â
Becky groans like a wilting anime protagonist, finally lifting her head.
On Marthaâs tray sits a pink envelopeâsoft, frilly, violent levels of suspicious.
ââŚPink?â Becky mutters. âMartha. Is someone proposing a magical girl contract to me? Because absolutely not, we already have a branding department.â
Martha sighs through her nose. âIt has a wax stamp, maâam.â
Beckyâs eye twitches. âFantastic. A royal pink messenger pigeon.â
She leans forward, dragging her fingers down her face dramatically.
âI donât knowâ maybe itâs a stupid random company wanting a collabâugh, whatever, GIVE IT HEREââ
Martha sets the tray down.
Becky snatches the envelope and wasted no time flipping the envelope over, grabs her reading glasses from the corner of her desk, and slides them on.
She unfolds the mysterious card inside.
âYouâve been invited to the wedding ofâŚâ
And Becky stops.
The pen hits the paper. The office clock ticks.
A distant car honk outside fills the silence because even the world is waiting for her reaction.
Eyes violently wide. Mouth open. Soul evaporated.
âM-Martha⌠call AnyaâŚâ she stuttersâbut the phone rings before she can finish.
Martha answers for her with a tiny nod. âItâs Ms. Anya.â
She hands over the receiver.
Becky snatches it again, speed demon, corporate PTSD, glasses tilted low on her nose and still staring at the envelope like it contains national secrets.
âDID YOUââ both girls exclaim at the same time.
Anya bursts into laughter on the other end.
âI TOLD YOU SO BECKY HAHAHA!!!â
Becky freezesâthen looks at the phone like it stabbed her trust personally.
ââŚOh my god.â She backs away from the desk slowly, wiping imaginary sweat from her forehead. âI did not think sheâd actually go through with it. I thought she was joking. We were FIVE???â
She begins pacingâthe phone still in handâboots click-click-clicking like sheâs rehearsing for a panic runway walk.
Meanwhile on the desk, the letter lies openâthe pink marriage invitation card peeking out from the folds like files marked Mission Complete, your name and Katsukiâs printed boldly across the cover.
Operation: Strategy Get Ya, Babyâ SUCCESS!
.đĽa/n: HERE'S YOUR PART 2 MINA SANN (â â§â â˝â âŚâ ) I'm sorry that i posted it a little late despite telling y'all I would be posting it shortlyâbeen busy with school and ofcourse the editing before posting this fic but ANYWAYâ I hope you like it! Stay tuned for more rambles<3
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Why is the class princess always a mess around Bakugo âËęŠď˝Ą
MINORS DNI 18+ .á.á
If U.A. ever handed out unofficial titles, yours wouldâve been embroidered on a satin banner by now: Class 1-Aâs princess.
Not literally, though with the way Mina decorated your side of the dorm hallway in pink fairy lights, it wasnât hard to imagine, but socially? Totally. Completely. Irrefutably.
Sparkles followed you like loyal sidekicks. Your quirk, Glimmer Bloom, produced tiny bursts of colourful light that sparkled around you when you got excited, which was often.
You didnât have the brute force of Kirishima, or Todorokiâs icy cool control, or Midoriyaâs endless strategy spirals, but you had style, charm, and a hero costume so cute Aoyama nearly cried when he saw it.
You always knew everyoneâs birthdays, kept backup lip gloss in your desk for emergencies, and brought pastel cupcakes to study sessions âbecause morale is important.â
Even Aizawa, tired, eye-bagged, living embodiment of a sigh, softened a millimetre when you cheerfully handed him herbal tea on late training nights. You were sunshine. Glitter. Kisses in human form.
And then there was Bakugo Katsuki.
The reason your sunshine occasionally short-circuited.
He wasnât new, youâd been in Class 1-A together from the start, but your crush on him? Oh, that was very new. Very unwelcome. And very obvious to literally everyone except him.
Because Bakugo Katsuki existed in his own orbit. Explosive. Sharpened. Always ten seconds from blowing something up, and somehow that only made your heart do embarrassing, fluttery gymnastics.
He walked into homeroom, muscles tense, jaw set, eyes sharp and burning, and your brain just went poof.
Like your quirk misfired from inside your skull.
The first time it really hit you was during sparring drills last month. Heâd pinned you, not on purpose, your brain insisted, though who could say with Bakugo, one arm braced beside your head, breath hot against your cheek, growling, âIf you hesitate like that in the field youâre dead, princess.â
Princess.
He said it like it was an insult.
You heard it like a prophecy.
And obviously, you squeaked. Out loud. An actual squeak. In front of the entire class. Mina had to physically drag you off the ground after.
Ever since then, well. Things had not improved.
When Bakugo walked by your desk? Pens dropped. Papers fluttered. Your quirk fizzled little heart-shaped sparks that you had to smack away with both hands before anyone saw. When he spoke to you? Your sentences got tangled like ribbon. When he looked at you even a little too long?
Glitter. Everywhere.
âGirl, youâre hopeless,â Kaminari whispered one morning as Bakugo passed your row, shoulders broad beneath his hero course jacket, scowl somehow angelic on him.
âIâm fine,â you lied, smoothing your skirt, heart hammering so loud you swore Sero could hear it from across the room.
âYouâre sparkling,â Jirou added dryly without looking up from her notebook.
You slapped your hands against your cheeks to stop the glow. âIt's a quirk glitch, okay!â
Bakugo didnât even turn around, just tossed a low, bored, âTch. Cut the noise,â over his shoulder, which only made your stomach flip harder.
Bakugo usually sat in the back row, prime territory for brooding, scowling, and muttering insults under his breath, but today, for some cosmic reason you were certain the universe did on purpose, he took the seat directly behind you.
Directly. Behind. You.
You could feel the heat of his presence before he even sat down. Like your body had become some kind of Bakugo proximity sensor. Mina shot you a look from across the aisle like, oh this is gonna be good, and you tried very, very hard to act normal while your heart did full Olympic gymnastics.
Aizawa droned something about rescue strategies and topographical reasoning, and you scribbled perfect colour-coded notes like the good little class princess you were, pink pen, sparkly highlighter, tiny little hearts dotting your iâs.
Anything to ignore the boy-sized furnace breathing a foot behind you. You were so focused you didnât register the sound at first.
Tap.
You froze.
Tap. Tap.
Your heart jumped sideways. That was a shoulder tap. A Bakugo tap. Bakugo Katsuki was tapping you on the shoulder. You turned around slowly, like if you moved too fast youâd explode.
Bakugo was leaning forward in his seat, arms folded on his desk, expression flat but eyes sharp , like he was annoyed and bored and confused all at once.
âOi.â His voice was low, rough, rumbling right under your skin. âLemme see your notes. Heâs going too damn fast.â
Your mouth opened. Then closed. Then opened again.
Instead of simply handing him the notebook like a normal functioning human being, you panicked. And tossed the entire spiral-bound thing backward over your shoulder.
Like a bouquet at a wedding.
Like a sacrifice to the Bakugo god.
It smacked his chest. You slapped both hands over your glossy lips, mortified heat flooding your cheeks. âOhmygod I'm sorryââ Aizawa didnât even look up. Heâd grown immune to your brand of chaos.
Bakugo caught the notebook in one hand like it weighed nothing, blinking once, twice, slow and perplexed.
ââŚThe hell was that?â he muttered.
But not angry. Not even close.
When you whipped back around in your seat, spine straight as a ruler, staring at the front like your life depended on it, Bakugo just watched you. Not glaring. Not smirking.
Just⌠watching. You could feel his eyes on the back of your head, hot and questioning, like he was trying to solve a puzzle.
Why you always sparkled when he got near. Why you squeaked when he spoke. Why the loudest, chattiest, glitteriest girl in all of U.A. became a speechless mess around him and only him.
And he leaned back in his seat with a deep, irritated sigh that didnât quite hide the confusion underneath.
âDid I do something?â he whispered under his breath.
Like he genuinely couldnât understand why Class 1-Aâs princess, the girl who practically twirled through the dorm halls, beloved by everyone, effortless sunshine, endless chatter, shut down completely the second Katsuki Bakugo gave her a single shred of attention.
He flipped open your notebook anyway.
The second Aizawa dismissed class, you bolted. Not gracefully. Not regally. Not like a princess.
More like a startled glittery rabbit in platform heels.
You scooped your notebooks and pens into your bag and you squeaked like a chew toy, which made your quirk flicker tiny pink sparks all down the hallway as you fled.
âOiââ Bakugo tried, voice low behind you, but nope. No thank you. Absolutely not. You were running for your life. You didnât stop until you were inside your dorm, door shut, back pressed against it, cheeks practically glowing from embarrassment and leftover Bakugo proximity.
Your room, your sanctuary, greeted you in full princess glory.
Pink fairy lights. Scented candles. Fluffy rugs. Heart-shaped pillows. And your huge white bed draped in a cloud of soft blankets that looked like they were crafted from baby unicorn fur.
You threw yourself face-first into the mattress with a dramatic whine.
âWhy am I like this,â you groaned into a pillow shaped like a strawberry. You made the worldâs most high-pitched noise and buried yourself under your comforter like a glittery mole.
Eventually, you changed into your comfort clothes, a tiny pair of bubblegum-pink satin shorts and a matching cami, silky and soft and very you. And reapplied your lip gloss, because even in panic you had standards, you flopped back onto your pile of pillows and scrolled on your phone to distract yourself.
You were mid-scroll through a video of baby bunnies wearing flower crowns whenâ
Knock. Knock. Knock.
You froze.
No one knocked like that.
Firm. Impatient. Like the person on the other side of the door didnât knock so much as declare open up. Your stomach dropped. Your sparkles fizzled.
Oh no.
Oh no no no!
You cracked the door open the smallest, tiniest, most microscopic amount and, it was him.
Bakugo Katsuki.
In the dorm hallway. Outside your room. Holding your pink notebook like it offended him.
He looked annoyed. But also weirdly tense? Like heâd been pacing before knocking. His gaze flicked down your body, from your bare shoulders, to your tiny pink satin shorts, and he jerked his eyes away immediately, jaw clenching so hard you could hear it.
ââŚWhyâre you dressed like that,â he muttered.
You squeaked. Again. âItâs bedtime!â
âItâs four in the damn afternoon.â
âNap time!â
A beat.
He breathed out through his nose like someone fighting God Himself. âWhatever.â He shoved the notebook toward you. âYou left too fast. I wasnât done with your notes.â
Your face went nuclear-level hot. âIâm sorry! I just, you wereâ I wasâ brain malfunctionâ you knowââ
He stared.
You wanted to evaporate.
âDo I make you nervous or something?â he asked finally, voice low, rough, strangely gentle under all the gravel.
Your quirk betrayed you instantly. A tiny pink spark popped into existence right beside your cheek. You slapped it away with a mortified gasp.
Bakugoâs eyes widened the slightest bit. Not mocking. Just startled.
And then, God help you, something like a faint, smug smirk tugged at the corner of his mouth, like heâd finally solved the puzzle heâd been chewing on all day. He leaned an elbow braced against your doorframe, stepping just a little closer.
âSo thatâs it,â he murmured. âThat why you bolted? Canât think straight around me, princess?â
Your breath hitched. Your sparkles flickered like a fireworks factory. Bakugo watched every single one. And he didnât look confused anymore. He looked dangerous.
In a way that made your heart feel like spun sugar.
Before you could even squeak a protest, Bakugo nudged the door just enough with his shoulder, then stepped inside. One foot. Then the other. And suddenly, he was there, in your room, the scent of him, warm, sharp, faintly explosive, wrapping around you like a slow, impossible fire.
His eyes flickered over your fairy-lit lair, taking in the strawberry-shaped pillows, the pastel chaos, the sheer, unapologetic feminity of it all. His smirk deepened. "Figures," he muttered, but it didn't sound like mockery, more like he was filing this away in some private Bakugo catalogue titled You, Explained.
You backed up until your knees hit the bedframe, gripping the edge to stop your hands from shaking. "Youâyou can't just walk in here!"
Bakugo shrugged, tossing your notebook onto your vanity where it landed with a soft thud. "Too late." His gaze roamed over you again, lingering on the way your cami strap had slipped down your shoulder, the nervous flutter of your pulse at your throat.
When his fingers twitched at his sides, just once, you swore the air between you crackled.
Silence stretched, thick and sweet and unbearable. Then he stepped closer, boots scuffing against your fluffy rug, nostrils flaring slightly like he was breathing you in. "You know," he said, voice dropping to a rumble that curled your toes, "your sparkles get brighter when I piss you off."
They did.
Right now, they were practically strobing.
"You're imagining things," you lied, but your voice wobbled.
Bakugo scoffed. "Bullshit." He reached out, slow, deliberate, and caught one of your runaway sparkles between his thumb and forefinger.
It fizzled against his calloused skin, leaving behind a faint pink smudge. His grin turned wolfish. "Gotcha."
Your breath stuttered. He was close enough now that you could see the flecks of gold in his crimson eyes, feel the heat radiating off him in waves. Some primal part of your brain screamed Danger!, but the rest of you? The rest of you was leaning in.
Bakugo noticed. Of course he did. His smirk softened, just a fraction, as his gaze dropped to your mouth. "What, no comeback? No glittery speech?" He tilted his head, and oh god, was he, was he enjoying this?
You swallowed hard. "Shut up."
He barked a laugh, rough and surprised. "There she is." One hand came up, hovering near your cheek like he couldn't decide whether to touch you or throttle you. His fingers flexed. "You're fucking ridiculous, you know that?"
The words should've stung.
Instead, they settled warm in your chest. Because Bakugo wasn't walking away. He wasn't even scowling. He was standing in your glitter bomb of a bedroom, looking at you like you were the most fascinating problem he'd ever encountered, and Katsuki Bakugo loved solving problems.
Your quirk betrayed you again, showering the space between you in gold and pink. Bakugo's nose twitched at the sudden brightness, but he didn't back off.
If anything, he leaned in closer, eyes tracking the way the sparks reflected in your wide pupils. "Annoying," he muttered. Then, quieter, "Kinda pretty, though."
The confession hit like one of his explosions, sudden, violent, leaving you breathless. Your knees buckled. Bakugo's hand shot out instinctively, catching your elbow before you could collapse onto your pink comforter.
The contact sent a jolt through you, his fingers branding your skin through the thin satin. You could feel every callous, every ridge from years of detonating his quirk.
"Oi," he growled, voice lower than you'd ever heard it. "Nodding ain't answering. Use your words." He leaned in, close enough that his breath mingled with yours, smelling faintly of caramel and gunpowder.
Somewhere between a threat and a plea, he bit out, "Do you like me or not?"
Your sparkles went supernova.
Pink. Gold. Silver.
They erupted around you in a cascading halo, illuminating the sharp planes of his face in flickering pastel. You opened your mouth, nothing came out but a tiny, mortified whimper.
Bakugo's smirk curled slow like smoke. "That's what I thought." His thumb brushed your inner wrist, just once, rough enough to make you shiver. "Fuckin' ridiculous," he muttered, but his grip gentled.
Before you could process, he spun you both, your back hit the mattress, his knees bracketing your hips, palms planted on either side of your head. The fairy lights caught the molten gold in his irises as they dragged down your body.
"You're really wearing this shit just to sleep?" His voice scraped raw over the satin clinging to your thighs.
You arched up instinctively, bad idea. His knee slid between yours, heat searing through the thin fabric. His breath hitched when your sparkles rained onto his shoulders.
"Still not talking?" Bakugo's fingers traced the strap slipping down your arm. "Fine." His palm smacked the mattress beside your head. "Up. Now."
You scrambled upright, pulse hammering where his touch lingered. Bakugo sank onto the edge of your bed like he owned it, legs spread, arms crossed. That look, half challenge, half hunger, sent your quirk into overdrive.
Pink motes swirled between you like fireflies trapped in syrup.
One eyebrow arched. "Straddle me."
Your mouth dried. "W-what?"
"You heard me." His boot hooked around your ankle, dragging you forward until your knees pressed into the mattress on either side of his thighs. "Unless you wanna keep being a coward."
The first brush of denim against your inner thighs nearly short-circuited your brain. Bakugo's hands clamped on your hips before you could bolt, fingers digging in just shy of painful. His smirk turned feral when your sparkles burst against his collarbones.
"Look at you," he rumbled, "all glitter and no guts." His thumbs stroked the dips of your hips through the satin. "Gonna run again?"
You shook your head frantically, curls bouncing, then froze when his gaze dropped lower.
Bakugo smirked. "Bet you're pink everywhere, huh?" The words scraped out like gravel and honey. His grip tightened. "Bet your fucking cum sparkles tooâ"
Your hands flew up to slap over his mouth, face burning hotter than his nitroglycerin sweat. "Shut up!"
Glitter erupted from your skin in panicked bursts, peach, blush, rose, illuminating the way his irises dilated behind your fingers.
He laughed against your palms, the vibration traveling up your arms like livewire electricity. His tongue darted out, wet, scorching, licking a stripe across your fingertips before you could yank away. "Tastes like sugar," he rasped, watching your breath hitch with predatory satisfaction. "Knew it."
You scrambled , thighs clamping around his waist in the process, horrifyingly intimate. Bakugo's nostrils flared. His palm slid up your spine, fingers tangling in the fine hairs at your nape.
"Deny it," he challenged, breath hot against your ear. "Say your slick isn't glowing right now."
Traitorous warmth pooled low in your belly. Your quirk betrayed you again, shimmering pulses radiating from beneath the satin shorts pressed against his abs. Bakugo's grin turned downright carnivorous.
One calloused thumb hooked under the waistband. "Prove me wrong," he dared, dragging the fabric down an inch, just enough to reveal the first hint of pearlescent wetness catching the fairy lights. His exhale punched out ragged. "Fuck. It is pink."
You whined, thighs shaking, sparkles refracting in the sweat beading along his throat. Bakugo groaned, a rough, punched-out sound, and hauled you flush against him. His teeth grazed your pulse point. "Gonna ruin me, princess."
The first tear of fabric echoed obscenely loud as his claws shredded through your camisole.
Pastel ribbons fluttered to the bedspread like cherry blossom petals, too soft, too feminine for the way his hips canted up against yours.
Your back arched when his mouth closed over one peaked nipple, tongue swirling the glitter beading there. Bakugo grunted, the sound reverent and filthy, when luminescent streaks smeared across his cheekbones.
"Told you," he panted against your sternum, fingers working your shorts past trembling hips. "Fucking sparkly everywhere."
The last coherent thought you had, before his teeth sank into you again, was that Mina owed you new pyjamas.
Bakugo flipped you onto your back with a single rough shove, your thighs spreading instinctively beneath his hips as he loomed over you, pupils blown wide.
His smirk sharpened when your sparkles erupted again, golden, frantic, illuminating the predatory hunger in his expression. "Pathetic," he growled, but his fingers trembled where they gripped your waist.
"Coulda had Deku fawning over you like some damn prince." His knee pressed higher between your legs, dragging a whimper from your throat. "Instead you're hereâ" his palm slid up your ribs, "wrapped around my fingersâ" his thumb brushed your nipple, "glowing like a fucking firework."
You arched into his touch, tremors wracking your spine when his free hand yanked your ruined cami straps down your arms.
The sound of fabric tearing filled the room, too loud, too obscene, but Bakugo didn't hesitate. He leaned in close, lips grazing your ear as his knee pressed harder. "Say it," he demanded, voice guttural. "Say you picked me."
Your hips jerked involuntarily when his teeth scraped your collarbone. "Iâ" A spark burst against his eyelid, making him blink. "I picked you!"
Bakugo exhaled sharply through his nose, half triumphant snarl, half shuddering groan, before surging forward to capture your mouth in a kiss that tasted like victory and nitroglycerin.
His tongue mapped every inch of you with single-minded focus, as if cataloging the way your breath hitched when he bit your lower lip just shy of painful.
When he pulled back, your sparkles had formed a perfect halo around his disheveled spikes. His chest heaved as he dragged a thumb through the glitter smeared across your cheekbone, then licked it clean with a low hum.
"Mine," he declared, fingers tightening possessively on your hips. "Every fucking shimmer."
Somewhere beyond your glitter-clouded haze, you registered the dorm hallway outside, the distant laughter of your classmates, the squeak of sneakers on linoleum.
Normal sounds. Safe sounds.
The complete antithesis of the boy currently pinning you to silken sheets with his weight and the molten promise in his gaze.
Bakugo noticed your distraction immediately. His palm cracked against the headboard beside your ear, making you jump. "Eyes here, princess."
When you obeyed, trembling, he smirked, all sharp canines and wicked intent. "Good girl." His free hand slid between your thighs, callouses catching on sensitive skin. "Now let's see how loud you sparkle."
The first press of his fingers drew a whine from your throat, high and broken. Your quirk responded instantly, pearl-pink luminescence spilling over his knuckles, dripping onto the rumpled satin sheets beneath you.
Bakugo's breath stuttered. "Holy shit," he rasped, watching the glow spread between your legs with something akin to reverence. His thumb circled once, twice, drawing out another pulse of light that clung to his skin like liquid glitter. "Fuckin' perfect."
You arched off the bed when he crooked his fingers, nails scraping down his biceps as your sparkles rained across his chest. Bakugo growled low in his throat, the sound vibrating through you where your bodies pressed together, and increased the pace, his rhythm merciless.
"That's it," he goaded, lips brushing your temple. "C'mon, light up for me."
The pressure built dizzyingly fast, your thighs clamping around his wrist as the room flickered gold and rose. Bakugo's breath hitched when your back bowed off the mattress, his name tumbling from your lips in a desperate plea.
Right before you shattered, his mouth crashed onto yours, swallowing your moans as your quirk detonated, a supernova of color refracting through the fairy lights, painting his skin in shimmering streaks.
Panting, you went boneless against the sheets. Bakugo pulled back just enough to examine his glitter-coated forearm with a satisfied smirk.
"Told you," he muttered, licking a stripe up his palm where your glow lingered. His eyes darkened at the taste. "Fuckin' addicting."
Then, before you could recover, he flipped you onto your stomach with a single rough shove. "Round two," he announced, kneading the back of your thighs. "And this timeâ" his teeth grazed your shoulder blade, "I'm gonna make you sparkle loud enough to wake up the whole damn dorm."
Your whimper dissolved into the pillows as his hands spanned your waist, the promise in his touch searing brighter than any quirk.
Bakugo exhaled sharply through his nose when your sparkles flickered against the dark fabric of his belt, already half-undone, the leather slack against his hips.
His fingers trembled, just once, before he yanked it free with a sharp metallic rasp that made your thighs clench. You turned your face into the strawberry pillow just as his palm smoothed down the curve of your ass, possessive and rough.
"Look at me," he growled, thumb hooking in the ruined satin clinging to your hips. When you hesitated, his teeth grazed the nape of your neck. "Now."
The first stroke of his cock against your thigh sent a jolt through you.
Hot, heavy, glistening with the same iridescent slick your quirk left on his fingers. He hissed through clenched teeth, muscles taut as he pumped himself twice, the sound wet and obscene in the quiet of your room.
Your name tore from his throat when your sparkles burst against his knuckles, pearlescent streaks painting his forearm. "Fuck," he rasped, thumb smearing the glow across your hipbone. "Gonna ruin you."
The initial stretch burned, blissful, aching, as he pressed in with a groan that rattled your ribs. Your moan fractured against the pillow when he bottomed out, his hips flush against yours, every ridge and vein slotting into place like you were made for it.
Bakugo's breath came ragged against your shoulder blades, his fingers digging into the meat of your thighs as he adjusted to the vice-like heat.
"Move," you gasped, arching back against him. His answering snarl sent sparks skittering across the sheets.
He set a punishing pace immediately, each thrust punching little glittering whines from your throat. The headboard rattled against the wall in time with the wet slap of skin, Bakugo's palm splayed between your shoulder blades to keep you pinned.
His other hand fisted in your hair, tilting your head back just enough to see the way your sparkles clung to his sweat-slicked collarbones. His teeth found the shell of your ear as the first real pulse of your orgasm lit up the room, gold, pink, incandescent, his groan reverberating through you like a detonation. "Fuck, there it isâ"
Your muffled scream dissolved into the strawberry pillow as he fucked you through it, his rhythm turning erratic, brutal. Bakugo's hips snapped forward once, twice, before his grip on your hair yanked your head back entirely.
His lips crashed against yours just as he spilled deep inside you, hot, pulsing, his broken moan swallowed by your mouth. Your quirk responded in kind, pearlescent streaks erupting between your joined bodies, painting his abs in liquid starlight where they pressed flush against your ass.
He didn't pull out.
Just collapsed atop you with his full weight, his rapid-fire heartbeat thudding between your shoulder blades. His fingers traced idle patterns through the glow smeared across your thighs, sticky-sweet and still faintly luminescent.
When you shifted, his arm banded tighter around your waist. "Stay," he grunted against your nape, an order softened by the way his lips lingered on your sweat-damp skin.
Outside, someone's laughter echoed down the hallway, oblivious to the way Bakugo's teeth grazed your pulse point, marking, claiming, as his hips gave one last lazy roll.
Your fingers tangled with his where they rested on your stomach, sparking tiny pink flares at the contact. Bakugo huffed, annoyed, fond, before biting your shoulder hard enough to make you yelp.
"Quit it," he muttered, but his thumb stroked over your knuckles anyway. The fairy lights cast shifting shadows across the walls as your breathing evened out, his chest rising and falling against your back, his breath warming the spot between your wings where his palm rested.
Heavy. Present.
"You're staring," you mumbled into the pillow, skin prickling beneath his gaze. Bakugo scoffed but didn't deny it, calloused fingers trailing down your spine in a slow, proprietary sweep that left glitter in their wake.
His lips followed, hot, insistent, branding each vertebra as he moved lower, pausing to nip at the dimples above your ass with a sound suspiciously close to a growl.
You squirmed, thighs pressing together reflexively, but he wedged his knee between them with effortless dominance. "Bakugoâ"
"Katsuki," he corrected against the small of your back, the vibration skating down to where your bodies were still joined. His tongue swiped over a particularly bright sparkle clinging to your hip.
"Say it." When you hesitated, his teeth dug in, not hard enough to bruise, just enough to make your breath hitch. "Now."
"K-Katsuki," you stammered, flushing when he hummed approval against your skin. His lips curved into a smirk you could feel as he kissed lower, the swell of your ass, the crease of your thigh, each touch deliberate, lingering.
He exhaled sharply through his nose when your quirk reacted instinctively, dusting his cheekbones in gold. "You'reâmmphâgonna be insufferable in class tomorrow, aren't you?"
Bakugo paused mid-bite, lifting his head just enough to pin you with a look that simmered with wicked promise. "Gonna sit way the fuck closer behind you now," he admitted, voice rough with satisfaction.
His fingers kneaded the supple flesh of your thighs, leaving faint pink smudges where your glow clung to his fingerprints. "Watch you squirm every time I breathe on your neck."
You whined, pressing your burning face into the mattress. "Noâthat's too embarrassing!"
His laugh was dark, thrilled, vibrating through your ribcage as he licked a stripe up your spine. "Don't care." His palm smacked your ass, once, sharp, drawing out another burst of sparkles. "Shoulda thought of that before you let me in your bed, princess."
The nickname shouldn't have sent heat pooling low in your belly again. Bakugo seemed to sense it anyway, his groan was half exasperation, half arousal as he rolled his hips lazily, still buried inside you.
Your choked moan disappeared into the pillows when his teeth found your earlobe. "Round three," he decided, voice dripping with sinful intent. "And this time," his hand slid around to your front, fingers pressing lightly against your clit, "I'm making damn sure every extra in this school knows who you sparkle for."
Your protest dissolved into a broken gasp as his touch reignited the embers of your pleasure, Bakugo's name tumbling from your lips in a litany that only spurred him on.
Outside, the dorm settled into evening quiet, completely unaware of the way the blond menace behind you was rewriting every rule of engagement between you with each possessive thrust, each glimmering kiss.
You find an old video from your teenage years with you and Katsuki in the dorms, where heâs failing to play a carol song on the drums after his injury, and the memory cracks both of you open in the softest way.
Tags/CW: Bakugo x fem!reader, fluff, kisses, kisses, many kisses, girl dad!Bakugo, theyâre married your honor, soft Bakugo, angst if you squint a lot, high school sweethearts to married couple coreee <3
12 Days of X-mas with Strawb | Day 3 âChristmas Carolsâ
Doomscrolling on TikTok is always your favorite nighttime activity. Mindless, cozy, something to keep your brain occupied while the apartment settles into its quiet winter hush.Â
Itâs how you ended up here, tonight, half-buried in an old drawer of your nightstand. Because you just wanted to post a funny âLate Night Findsâ video for Christmas on TikTok.Â
Nothing serious, reallyâjust you rummaging through the messy drawer of tangled chargers and dead electronics, planning to find an old high school photo or perhaps the video of that one Christmas where Mina was trying to get Katsuki in a Santa costume.
But then you plugged in an old deviceâone of those chunky, half-cracked tablets you used for class notes back thenâand it lit up like it hadnât been waiting in the dark for years.
Notifications from apps that didnât even exist anymore. A lock screen photo of BTS that looked stupid in the way it was edited; you and Katsuki once yelled about it, to convince each other to have your faces as lock screens on your devices.
And a folder labeled âDO NOT OPENââYou huff, thatâs so undeniably Katsukiâs old notes which he had password protected, on your device.
You reach to open it quickly, by tapping your anniversary as the password and sure enough âbecause your man is the biggest, yet most hidden softie, in the whole worldâ the folder is unlocked.
And suddenly you are eighteen again.
The video loads slow, fuzzy, pixelated. It must have been around the time Katsuki tried to film any positive development with his right arm. A night you barely remember anymore; you donât even know if he was filming or if you were.
You hear your own voice firstâyoung, bright, teasing in a way you donât even remember having inside you.
ââKatsuki,â you whined, gosh, âthe doctor literally said not to use your hand.â
The camera shook as your past self sat on the floor of the dorm common area, that was eerily empty, pointing toward him. Katsuki was in the corner, hunched over his drum kit like it was a lifeline.
His right hand was still wrapped so heavily it barely looked like a hand at allâbandages, support braces, self adhesive tape. Something weirdly shaped his physiotherapist had given him to keep it warm.
He was supposed to rest. He wasnât supposed to try to make an effort to play just because his doctors told him he wouldnât play again and he wanted to prove them wrong. But he had those damn drumsticks anyway.
Now, you understand why he did it.
âI said Iâm fine,â he snappedâbut it didnât have heat. It had frustration. Fear. Grief. All jammed under his tongue like he didnât know what to do with it. âI can play the damn carols just fineâ
He lifted the sticks, fingers trembling around them, he struggled to even hold the drumstick with his right arm.Â
The first tap against the snare was casually, expectedly uneven but so softâso, so soft it barely counted.
He winced.
You heard it in the video. And suddenly, you remember the sound in your bones.
âKatsuki,â your younger self whispered.
He ignored you, jaw locked.
Tap. Tap. Bambambambababamâ
A stuttering attempt at âLittle Drummer Boy,â because of course a stubborn idiot like him picked that song.
ââS not funny,â he muttered, breaths shaky, though you didnât laugh. âI used tâplay this one easy. Likeâlike nothinâ.â
You watch teenage you crawl over, sit beside him, and place your hand over his uninjured one. He didnât look at you, but he didnât pull away either.
âYouâll play again,â you whispered again.
A promise you had no way of knowing the truth of. A hope you meant with your whole heart.
At twenty five, Katsuki still canât play the drums, and you wonder, if teenage him, after knowing that, would be mad at you for making him a promise you couldnât eventually keep.
Back in the cracked screen, Katsuki swallowed hard, eyes shining in that too-bright, vermillion way he hated anyone noticing.
ââŚSay it again,â he murmured, and you can make out his ridiculous pout, that protruding lower lip, through the pixels.
âYouâll play again.â You said, smiling at him then so encouragingly, carefully grabbing his cheeks and pulling him onto the floor and into your chest for a hug.
The video ended there. With Katsuki being grumpy about you not being careful and you squealing like he had triggered your cuteness aggression, rocking each other back and forth on the floor.
You sit on the edge of your bed in the present, the tablet heavy in your hands, something aching and warm unfurling inside you at the sight of how you used to be back then. Your eyes are wet, with teeny tiny droplets of salty nostalgia sitting on your lashes.
The faint glow of the small tree in the corner of your roomâthe cheap string lights Katsuki pretended not to likeâcasts soft amber dots on the wall. Almost Christmas again. Somehow it makes the ache stronger.
Behind you, from the hallway, an older, deeper voiceâstill gruff, still Katsuki, with less spikes in his hair and a tender side that shows moreâcalls out:
âOi. Youâre up? Whyâs it so quiet?â
He says it softly, the way he does when heâs trying not to wake the baby he tried so hard to put to sleep.
ââS nothing,â you sniffleÂ
Yeah. Like that was gonna get past him.
You hear the pause before he even speaksâan almost-audible shift in the air, the kind that means heâs squinting, assessing, already walking toward you.
Heavy, familiar footsteps pad down the hall.
Thereâs a quiet exhale, like heâs just set something downâprobably easing your daughter into her bassinet after a long fight with sleep.
Then the doorframe fills, impossibly, with him.
Your Katsuki now always looks a little like he was carved instead of bornâsofter edges, thicker muscles, taller, hair less spiky and a little darker but still unmistakably him. Sleep-ruffled tank top trim underneath his top pajama sweater, hair flopped half over one eye, the faint scar on his cheek catching the hallway light.
He clocks the tablet in your hands instantly. Then your face naturally follows.
Then the way you try and fail to swipe away a tear with the back of your wrist like itâs no big deal.
âThe hellâre yah crying for, sweets?â he asks, voice low but not sharp. Concern wrapped in grumpinessâhis native language.
You speak it fluently by now. No accent bleeding in to merge with yours.
You swallow. âIâm not.â
He lifts a slow eyebrow.
Okay, yeah, you walked right into that one.
Katsuki crosses the room, not hurried, just steadyâlike heâs done a thousand times before. Heâs done it when you were crying and hiding in here due to pregnancy hormones messing with you, heâs done it when you always end up crying on your birthday. Or when you had to give up the puppy you were fostering.
He stops in front of you like clockwork and reaches out with his left hand, thumb brushing the corner of your eye, catching a tear you missed.
His voice dips, roughened by sleep, maybe a little tiredness too. The one only a pro hero who just put his newborn daughter to bed can carry.
âSomethinâ on there?â
You hesitate, the tablet warming your palms.
âItâs a video,â you say softly through a chuckle. Itâs bittersweet, really, that feeling in your stomach. âFrom high school. You were trying to play the drums again.â
His jaw goes tight in that micro-second way, the private kindâthe one that means a nerve got hit but heâs not about to bark about it.
âOh.â
Just that. A quiet, grounding syllable.
Of course, he remembers the moment clearer than you. Katsukiâs forever curse in this fleeting lifetime is remembering small things that most people wouldnât.
It was that night, a few days before Christmas. Class B was throwing a party that everyone in your class had attended. Back then, he was still obsessed with monitoring every little step of his recovery and he had taken your tablet to film his effort with the drums, so you could forever have a digital reminder that he was still perfect at everything on his first try.
It hadnât gone as planned. Obviously.
You both look down at the screen again, the frozen final frame blurry and pixelated but still unmistakably him and youâbandages, crooked pouts, the way he leaned into you without ever admitting he needed the contact.
âI made you a promise,â you whisper. âAnd you never got it back. Your hand⌠it neverââ
âOh câmon.â He cuts you off, gentle but firm, a calloused finger hooking under your chin. âDonât do that.â
You blink up at him and that boyish, crooked pout you fell in love with is back on his face.
ââM serious,â he mutters, and he sits beside you on the bed, thigh warm against yours. âDonât sit here blaminâ yourself for shit I lost.â
Your breath shakes. âBut I told youâyouâd play again. You asked me to say it twice.â
Katsuki huffs out a tiny, humorless laugh. âYeah. âCause I was a fuckinâ mess. And you were the only one who could get my head on straight.â
He nudges your shoulder with his. âStill are.â
You donât trust your voice, so you let the silence sit for a moment. Your stomach aches so deeply at the thought that no matter how many physios, no matter the low impact workouts, no matter the support items he uses in his hero life, his hand will never be able to let him play the drums again.
Your poor teenage Katsuki from back in the day. He⌠he wouldâve hated this.
Your Katsuki now, the one who despite being in his mid twenties, only cares about having a functional arm to hold his daughter with, while he holds you with the other, glances at the tablet.Â
âShow me?â
That surprises youâhe never wants to watch old footage, especially from then. But he waits, steady and present, hand resting on your knee like an anchor.
You hit play.
The room fills with the shaky sound of teenage him tapping out something broken and determined. Katsuki watches his younger self with an unreadable expressionâbrows pulled tight, lips pressed low, something wet and burning behind his eyes that heâd deny to his last breath.
When the video ends again, he exhales a long, uneven breath.
âTch.â He rubs the back of his neck. âLook at that idiot. What a brat.â
You laugh, but itâs fragile.
âIâd never complain about my girl pulling my cheeks like that! The fuck heâs complaining for?â
You donât reply, instead you chuckle again, giving him a side eyed glance, as if to tell him he still very much does that. But then, your face drops with a soft little sigh.
Katsuki bumps his knee against yours. âI couldnâta played again even if youâd promised it a hundred times. My handâs justâyâknow.â He lifts it, flexing the scarred fingers under the light. âIt is what it is.â
You look at him, throat thick, like some invisible individual decided to choke you with barbed wire. âI just⌠I didnât want you to think I lied.â
Katsuki stares at you like youâve said the dumbest and most heartbreaking thing in the world. He doesnât quite laugh either, but the sound he makes in response is more than complacent.Â
âYou didnât lie,â he says quietly. âYou gave me somethinâ to hold onto.â
His voice goes very soft, almost embarrassed. If it wasnât for the dimly lit room, youâd swear heâs blushing.
âStill do.â He leans forward then, forehead pressing to yours. A slow, grounding touch; he takes your hand and wraps it in both his palms, right into his lap âYou gave me a whole ass baby, my own family,â he murmurs. âThatâs enough for me.â
âIs it?â
Katsukiâs forehead is still resting against yours, breaths brushing your lips in warm, steady waves. You can feel him settlingâhis shoulders dropping, the tension around his mouth loosening. The kind of softness he only ever lets out when the lights are low and no one else is around.
His thumb traces your cheekbone once, slow.
âCâmere, babyâ he murmurs.
He doesnât wait for you to move. He just tilts his head and kisses youâgentle at first, like heâs testing the temperature of something too precious. His lips are warm, a little chapped from the winter air sneaking through the window cracks, and he hums against your mouth when you slide your hands into his hair.
âYah gave me a wife out of you, tooâ he mutters into your lips, before diving in again.
Itâs not a hungry kiss. Itâs homey. The kind where your lips move in sync, void of teeth and roughness. Just your chests that press together and everything else drops out of focus.Â
Katsuki pulls back just an inch, eyes half-lidded, lashes brushing your cheeks so softly that the tickle you.
âYou were cryinâ,â he says with finalty, voice low and almost petulant. âHate when you cry.â
You give him a wobbly smile. âIâm okay, just memories.â
âYeah. I know.â
He kisses you deeper again, his hand cupping the back of your neck, pulling you into his warmth like heâs trying to erase the distance the years put between you and that old video.
You inhale a soft little sound into his mouth, and he smiles, wobbly, much like you, against you. That tiny, sleepy thing he only ever does when he just wants to hold you through anything that troubles him.
He shifts, nudging you gently until youâre both lying back on the bed. You, on top of him, head nuzzled between his pecs, legs wrapped around his waist. Him, under you laying down flat on his back, playing softly with your hair.
Your broken tablet slides safely onto the nightstand with a quiet clack, forgotten for now.
Katsuki immediately fits himself even snugglier against youâan arm around your head, the other wrapped around your waist, pulling you flush to his chest. His nose tucks into your hair. He kisses your forehead, your temple, the corner of your jaw, like heâs mapping you back into place with small, hollowed out rapid fire kisses.
âStill want me?â you whisper, not sure why that insecurity tumbles out, but it does.
His hand slides up your back and holds you tighter.
âAlways wanted you.â His voice is a sleepy rasp. âEven when I was eighteen and pissed off and broken or sixteen and an asshole tah everyone. Wanted you then. Want you now.â
You breathe out slowly, matching the rhythm of his chest. âI do too Katsuki.â
Katsuki kisses you againâslow, lingering, lips on fire, thumb stroking the line of your jaw. You can feel him sinking, melting, getting drowsier with every pass of his lips on yours.
âWeâre goinâ tâsleep,â he whines, kissing the edge of your mouth one last time. âBefore our daughter wakes both of us up to eat.â
Ugh, he does have a point. No more sulking for tonight.
You let him lift himself with you enough to tuck you both under the blanket. And as his breathing evens out, his lips press to the top of your head one more time. Softly, half-asleep.
A quiet promise he doesnât need to say aloud anymore.
~All rights reserved: @/strawberry-nugget, 2025. Please do not copy, over write or steal my work // the second image in the banner is my own edit, do not steal!
A/N: (Obs I saw that TikTok that said âreminder that Bakugo cant play the drums nowâ and it made me sob for hours)
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