Their Omega

upgrade pt.3

pro hero! midoriya izuku x fem!reader⋆｡°✩ — most of izu's arm has been amputated, hurt comfort, swearing, 4k words

pt.1, pt.2, epilogue

It’s 3am and you jolt awake, realising that you had dozed off mid-construction.

It’s been three days since the fight where Izuku lost his arm, and you’ve barely slept since. You’ve been busy, juggling sourcing materials and building Izuku’s robotic arm with visiting him daily and remembering to eat and shower. You look like a little rat to be honest, hair in a low messy bun, welding mask tilted up so you can see. The huge gloves make it hard to meld all of the parts together, but you know that they’re for your own good.

It’s coming together well. You’re supposed to be putting on the last attachments right now instead of dozing off, so it will be ready for testing tomorrow. Luckily, Izuku’s wound hasn’t developed an infection yet and yesterday, you were able to meet with the orthopaedic surgeon who will be attaching Izuku’s replacement arm. You two discussed the design and attachment in detail. He was open-minded and asked you various questions about how the arm would work once attached. You felt grateful that Dr Kita had chosen such an enthusiastic surgeon for Izuku’s second surgery. You were confident that he’d be in good hands.

Looking over to your empty Shoto mug that Izuku scored you for your birthday earlier that year, you decided to take a little break to freshen up before continuing on with welding. You grabbed your mug and made your way to the kitchen, basking in the quietness of the night permeated by the sound of the kettle boiling. You made yourself another coffee and took it out to the balcony attached to your living room.

You loved sitting on the balcony. It always left you in awe, seeing the world below. Usually, Izuku would come out and sit with you in the morning.

You normally sat down in the plush chair to the right and journalled, coffee on the small table next to you, but tonight, you took your coffee leaning over the metal fence. You sighed in a mix of relief and exhaustion. You closed your eyes, feeling the crispy night breeze cascading across your warm skin. You stayed like that for a while until you felt those familiar jitters and headed back inside to continue your work.

…⊹₊⟡⋆…

It was around 7am when you finished adding those last touches. You stared down at your work, proud and relieved. The first part was finished now. You had been working over a low table, cross-legged on the floor with a lamp overhead. Your feet had pins and needles and it was such a good yet painful experience to finally stand up. You went to shower and get ready, washing your hair and moisturising with your favourite lotion. You wrapped the arm in a thick cloth before stuffing it with care into the largest tote bag you own. The clothed hand was still visible, peaking out from the top of the bag, but it was good enough.

The trip to Central Hospital was uneventful. Or maybe, you were just too tired to notice anything that had happened. Your brain was working on autopilot, taking you up to level 5 and walking you to Izuku’s room, hand knocking on the door. You didn’t hear any response, so you gently opened the door and slipped into the room.

Ah, he was still asleep. Your sweet angel. Which was strange because Izuku was an early riser. Nevertheless, you came over to his side, placing your bag down on the table by his bedside and sitting on his bed. Your right hand stroked the side of his face, gently cupping his cheek. You leaned over and placed a kiss on his forehead. He groaned groggily in response, rocking his head slightly.

You giggled, “Good morning, sleepyhead.” He groaned again, eyelids slowly fluttering open to reveal those beautiful green eyes that always take your breath away. A lazy smile spread across his face upon seeing you, and he turns his head to place a brief kiss on your palm.

He rasps into your skin, “Morning, honey.”

You chuckle lightly. Gosh your man is so handsome! What a heartthrob. You just love it when he just wakes up.

You move your palm away, now resting it on his thigh. “Did you sleep okay?” He rubs his face with the back of his remaining hand. He yawns and stretches a little, wincing in pain from his still open wound.

“I was up most of the night,” he breathes out. “Just thinking.” You stay quiet, looking at him tenderly, hoping he’ll continue. He knows that look well.

Sighing, he brushes it off, “Really, it’s nothing to worry about.”

You shake your head, scowling lightly, “Izu-chan. Don’t get like that with me. Tell me, what’s been on your mind?” He looks away from you momentarily, focusing on sitting up. You lean back over to help him up. Once he’s upright, you’re running your fingers through his unruly curls. You laugh at how messy they’ve gotten. His hair is always a struggle to tame in the morning. He moans softly at the feeling. You stop once satisfied with how they look. They’re still messy, but he looks a little more presentable now.

“Come onnnnnnn. Or fine, don’t tell me. That’s cool too.” You whine.

He chuckles, “Honey, I just don’t want to make you worry.” His self-sacrificial behaviour begins to get on your nerves.

Your brows furrow as you say, “It’s my job to worry. I’m your girlfriend after all. Whose going to take care of you if I don’t?”

He doesn’t like it when you look him that way, upset. He hates making you feel upset.

“I’m sorry. It’s just…um,” he starts. Your practically begging him with your eyes to just keep talking. It’s something you’ve been working on together for years, Izuku being more open about talking about how he feels with you. It’s not that he can’t, it’s just that he just doesn’t want to burden you, which is why he tries to keep the worst of his thoughts and emotions to himself. But, he knows how much it irritates you, so he usually ends up divulging it anyways.

“Is it about your arm?” You ask as your tilt your head to the side, nodding toward it. Apart from the cry you two had together that first night, Izuku’s been avoiding the topic of losing his arm like the plague. You’re pretty sure that’s what has been on his mind. I mean, what else could be keeping him up at night right now? And this assumption is confirmed when his eyes widen and mouth drops open slightly. He regains his composure quickly, laughing airily as he looks away from you and starts rubbing the nape of his neck.

“Maybe.”

You raise an eyebrow as you say, “Maybe?” Your stare is quite intense and he’s not too sure how long he can withstand it. Apparently, not very long as he gives up trying to hide this from you any longer.

“It’s just… hard.” You nod, squeeing his thigh gently above the blankets. “It’s like…” You can see that his eyes are already becoming glassy.

“A part of me is gone now. It doesn’t f-feel real. I-it—” He’s struggling to hold back the tears. You move so that you’re curled up into his right side. His right arm is around you, your knees on his lap, arms around his shoulders. He lays his head into the crook of your neck, sniffling. You can feel his tears drip onto you.

You two stay like that for a while as he cries and hiccups. You stroke the top and back of his head as he let’s it out. You hate knowing that he’s been crying all alone, thinking it was better to be by himself than with you. You’re about to start crying too, so you opt to rest your head on top of his, looking upwards every so often to blink those tears back.

Once, he’s calmed down and taken some deep breaths, he continues, “I-I don’t know if I’ll e-ever be me again. I-I k-know that I’ll have-have another arm b-but it’s not the-the same.”

You hum. “I-it’s like I’ve... l-like I’ve been r-robbed of a-a part of me. I'm-I’m n-not whole anymore.” You squeeze his shoulder. You know that right now isn’t the time to tell him how wonderful you think he is. He just needs the space to express his emotions and fears first. He continues to cry into your neck until the neckline to the shoulder of Izuku’s All Might shirt you threw on is drenched.

You start, “You know, maybe this isn’t such a bad thing—”

“Honey,” he interrupts you immediately, his voice stiff and cloudy. “What-What do you mean this isn’t ‘such a-a bad thing’.” His tone tells you everything you need to know.

You silently promise him you’re not being a dick and continue, you press on, “What if this is a neutral thing? Something that’s just happened. And you get to decide if it’s a bad thing or if it’s something challenging that you’ll overcome.” You continue running your fingers through his hairs, those green curls bouncing back every time.

“S-something I’ll over-overcome?”

You nod, giving the back of his neck a rub, “Yea, like how you’ve overcome the challenge of One For All and learnt how to master it.” He’s quiet for a few moments.

“But I haven’t. Y-you heard what Kacchan said. I-I shouldn’t of used One For All at 100%. I-I know I-I shouldn’t have but—”

“Forget about what Kacchan said. You did what you did because you wanted to save her, right?” Izuku nods slowly, head still resting on your shoulder. “That’s because you're a hero.” You plant a kiss on top of his head. “The best hero ever, okay? And you got hurt. It happens to all heroes. I mean, look at what’s happened to All Might after his years of being a hero. But he’s still strong, right? So you can be too.”

You two let things settle for a few more minutes. By now, Izuku’s stopped sobbing and sniffling altogether. His breathing is much calmer now. You let out a deep breath, “I’m gonna need to borrow your quirk to test your arm.” You point at your bag on the bedside table, Izuku following your fingers. He nods, lifting his head back up. His arm comes down to your waist, hand giving it a squeeze.

You see, the way this quirk stealing thing works depends on the intensity and emotions of the kiss (because you borrow quirks via kissing, remember?).

You say that you can ‘steal’ someone’s quirk for up to 24 hours but in reality, you don’t actually know how long you could have someone’s quirk for. It would be temporary of course, but 24 hours is the longest period yet that you’ve ‘stolen’ someone’s quirk.

Actually, you’ve never taken Izuku’s quirk before, so you were curious about if you could and how it would work with the wielders. Would you make contact with them? Could you even ‘steal’ Izuku’s quirk? You were going out on a bit of limb when you told Dr Kita that you could. I mean, you’ve never had any issues with other people’s quirks before. Would One For All be any different?

The time you’re able to borrow a quirk for depends on two factors: 1) how strong the quirk and/or quirk user is and 2) how intense and emotional the kiss is.

You rest your forehead on Izuku, activating your quirk, before he brings his lips up to yours. The kiss is soft at first. Either party uncertain of how deep things were going to go. But you throw caution to the wind and tilt your head more, pressing hard into Izuku’s lips. He meets your enthusiasm, teeth catching lightly on your bottom lip. You moan into it, fingers now tugging at his roots. Soon, tongues are entwining and tasting each other. Boy hasn’t brushed his teeth yet so it’s not exactly pleasant, but you push through. This has gotta give you at least 12 hours with his quirk, right?

A simple peck on the lips or kiss on the cheek could already grant you 3-5 hours depending on how strong the quirk and it’s user were, so this has gotta give you at least 10 hours due to how strong Izuku was and how deeply connected he was to his quirk.

At last, you two pull away, gasping for air. His hand now rests between your shoulder blades, his thumb gently caressing the space there. You feel that familiar, bubbling sensation all over your body, meaning that the transfer of his quirk was successful.

You smirk and give him a brief kiss on his forehead, “Thanks, broccoli boy.”

You get up, already missing the warmth of his body, and walk around to the other side of the bed. You’re about to grab your bag when suddenly, you realise—

“Izu-chan, you wanna see the arm I built you?” You’re already fishing it out of your tote, placing it on top and unwrapping it from the thick brown cloth protecting it. He hums in agreement.

The morning sunlight glints on the dark green metal. You pick it up with both hands and show it to him. It’s actually not that heavy, maybe two kilos, but you don’t want to drop it.

“Do you like it?” You look up and he’s wide eyed, staring at your creation in awe.

He stutters, “I, Honey, yea, I… Wow, you’re so incredible. It looks great!” He’s grinning and you feel so happy that he likes it.

You begin turning it over and explaining all the different parts and how the arm works, what it can do including normal arm stuff and other stuff. You’ve included a gun barrel, which has already been loaded with bullets, and a small canon that (hopefully) fires electrical bursts of energy generated by his quirk (which one idk man you pick, there’s too many), in the arm.

“You make a fist and tilt your arm right for the gun or left for the canon.” He nods.

Once you’ve explained everything that you can think of about the arm, you give him another small kiss before saying goodbye.

You took the elevator down to ground floor and after exiting the hospital, you began walking to the station. Now, you had to test the arm. You planned to go to one of the wooded areas on the very outskirts of Tokyo. You’ve never used One For All before so you had to figure it out before you began testing the arm. Damn! You should of asked him for some tips before you left.

…⊹₊⟡⋆…

Izuku’s eyes widen and he jumps in his bed as the door bursts open, clipboard on the back rattling. A scowling Bakugou walks in, Shoto in tow stoic as usual. Broccoli boy immediately relaxes and a small smile comes to his face. Most days, Bakugou and Shoto stayed with Izuku during the day, after you had left. They usually sat down on or beside his bed, talking about anything and everything; the future, their All Might trading card collections, reminiscing about UA.

Today, Bakugou plopped down on Izuku’s bed, where you had been moments earlier while Shoto dragged a chair over and sat on broccoli boy’s other side. The conversation centred around starting an agency. Bakugou was sick of working under Best Jeanist. Meanwhile, Izuku was happy being part of an agency, but had been thinking about starting his own after his rise to the top. And Shoto had joined Endeavor’s agency after leaving UA and worked as a pro hero under him.

“When Endeavor retires, I’ll take over his agency.” Shoto’s voice was calm, but the boys knew how tense it was beneath that smooth surface

“Tch. Thought you didn’t like your old man,” Bakugou said as he folded his arms, a familiar furrow between his brows deepening as he stared icyhot down from across the bed.

Shoto shrugged, “I don’t have to like him to inherit his agency.”

Izuku pouted, “But Todoroki-kun, I thought you were working on it.” At this, Shoto shrugged again.

“OI!” The two boys looked back to the blond. “I DON’T CARE IF YOU INHERIT AN AGENCY, MINE’LL BE THE BEST ‘ERE!” Bakugou had that sharp, lopsided grin on his face as he glared at Shoto, challenging him.

Izuku chuckled, “I’m sure it will be.” He looked down, shaking his head while laughing lightly.

Bakugou scoffed and rolled his eyes. “WHAT’S WRONG WITH YOU DEKU, EH? DON’T TELL ME YOU’RE GIVIN’ UP ALREADY!” The fiery blond had locked onto a new target to express his aggressions. He was pointing at Izuku who just rubbed his neck sheepishly.

Izuku’s voice was quiet as he said, “Sorry, Kacch—”

“AH? I CAN’T HEAR YOU.”

Izuku continued looking down until he eventually chuckled. He met those fierce eyes with his own much puffier and gentler ones. He said, “You’re right, there is something wrong with me. But, I’m not giving up yet.”

“Tch. Whatever.” Bakugou looked away, rolling his eyes again.

It was quiet for a bit before Shoto broke the silence, “Should we get some lunch?”

At this, Bakugou grinned, “Oi, let’s get it from that café we took pipsqueak to.” He was already standing when Izuku tilted his head to side.

He asked, “Who’s pipsqueak?

Bakugou barked out his laughter. “YOUR GIRLFRIEND DUMMY.” Izuku’s mouth hung open slightly for a moment, confusion leaving his mind blank.

“Oh," he said.

Shoto got up from his chair and walked around to stand beside Bakugou. He kept his distance thankfully as Bakugou turned around, glaring at him.

“You, stay ‘ere. I’ll get us some coffee and sandwiches. You want iced coffee?” Shoto nodded. Bakugou left the two of them alone, walking out with his shoulders hunched as per usual. There weren’t any stupid pockets on the gown to stuff his sweaty palms into.

Shoto came to sit where Bakugou had been, on Izuku’s bedside. Izuku shifted slightly. “So,” he started nervous-curiously, “is that where they went after leaving my room? To the café?”

Shoto remained impassive, “I don’t know. I was already at the café when Bakugou and [y/n]-san walked in and joined me.” Izuku gave Shoto that look. That ‘tell me everything’ look.

Shoto shrugged, “She seemed stressed. She told me that I was her second favourite hero and Bakugou got annoyed. He bought her a coffee and a sandwich.”

Izuku nodded at this new information. You hadn’t mentioned to him that you went for coffee with Bakugou and Shoto. He assumed that this was because you were focused on constructing his cybernetic arm (which in part was true, but also because he’s already going through so much, you didn’t want to burden him or make him feel insecure about your relationship. He was the only one for you, after all.).

“She’s cute. Quite talkative. You two seem like a good match.”

At this, Izuku perked up, “You think?” Shoto nodded. Izuku brought his right hand back to his neck and began rubbing it again. It went quiet again.

“I think… I-I think I might propose at the end of the year. What do you think?”

Those heterochromatic eyes hid their surprise well. Izuku? Get married? Soon? He was the only one in a long-term relationship out of the dekusquad. It made sense for him to be thinking about marriage. Shoto could see what a catch you were. If you were his girlfriend, he’d be thinking about it too.

“I think you should do what’s right for you. She clearly loves you very much, and if you love her,” Shoto paused, trying to find the right words. “If it’s the right time, then you should propose.” The boys looked at each other for a few moments, a faint blush spreading across Izuku’s cheeks.

“Y-yea,” he stuttered, “I really do love her.” He was smiling foolishly. Shoto nodded.

The peace of this moment didn’t last long though, for Bakugou slammed the door open soon, arms full with a coffee cup tray and paper bags of deserts and sandwiches. The boys ate up, remarking that this café food was something else. The rest of the afternoon went by a smoothly as possible and soon, Izuku was left alone again, inevitably thinking of how much he loves and admires you.

…⊹₊⟡⋆…

It was a bright, clear morning. Perfect for a somewhat experimental surgery.

You had delivered the tested and refined cybernetic arm to the orthopaedic surgeon’s office on the cusp of 8pm last night. You had spent the first half of the day communicating with the wielders of One For All and learning how to use it. Because of your quirk, your body was able to transform (if a heteromorph quirk has been ‘stolen’) and withstand intense quirks of all types, so you didn’t have any major issues using One For All at full capacity. Sure, it was very tiring (which you made up for with a good sleep last night. The first in four days.) but, Izuku was your partner and technically, your client. It was your duty to rigorously test the arm to ensure functionality, durability, and safety.

Izuku had been informed early that morning that the surgery was to be performed at 8am. And so had you over a phone call that had woke you up and had you tumbling out of bed to pick up.

“Hello,” you grumbled. A clear, deep voice spoke from the other end, “Miss [L/n]?”

“Dr Kita?” You’re stumbling to your feet now, using the bed to help you up.

You plonk down, listening to him continue, “I’ve just spoken to Mr Midoriya. His second surgery will be taking place at 8am. It’s expected to take around 60 minutes. Should I let reception know that you’ll be coming to wait in the recovery room?” You’re rubbing eyes with your free hand, trying to wipe and blink all those morning eye crusts away.

“Yea. Yea! I’ll be there soon. Thanks Doc!” He tells you it’s fine and hangs the line.

You fumbled around, showering absent-mindedly and throwing on whatever looked decent (which was another of Izuku’s All Might shirts and a pair of low-rise baggy jeans).

And now, you were waiting anxiously in front of the recovery room. You wondered where Bakugou and Shoto were. Maybe, they didn’t know. Probably. Or maybe, they had been released yesterday as they didn’t have any major injuries. You checked your phone every few minutes for the time as you paced up and down the corridor, like last time. It was just hitting 9am now.

Were they finished yet? Did the arm attach okay? Was something wrong with it? Did Izuku’s wound get infected? Were there any complications? You kept asking yourself these questions and more. Time seemed to slow and stutter as you waited to be called in. 9am turned into 9:15 turned into 9:30. You were getting worried now. Even more worried than before.

But you couldn’t bask in it for long as—

“Miss [l/n]?” A nurse was poking her head out from the recovery room doors. Different from the one that did the first time. You stopped in your tracks, running down the remaining length of the hallway to meet her.

“Mr Midoriya will see you now.” You nodded frantically. She opens the door, holding it for you as you push past her. See me now? What do you mean ‘see me know’? Had he been awake this whole time? If so then why— It didn’t matter. You shook your head, seeing those untamed green locks peaking out from behind Dr Kita’s slim frame. You let out a sigh of relief.

There was your hero. Safe, sound, and smiling. There was nothing more you could ever ask for.

their omega

જ⁀➴ chapter ten: birthday boy

alpha! bakugou, kirishima, denki, sero x omega!fem!reader⋆｡°✩ — baku's bday, you're in pre-heat, fluff, smau + fic, 4k words

m.list

a/n: 'explosives bday' gc from your pov

fic underneath smau

​​Contrary to your hopes, everything was not taken care of. Later that night, you awoke to the scent of smoke and shouting. You rolled out of bed and ran to the kitchen, following that putrid scent. Covering your nose, you walked in and saw Denki furiously fanning a black and smoking cake while Hanta rushed to open the windows and back door.

“What’s going on?” You said with wide eyes. The boys told you they had accidentally burnt the cake. You walked over to Denki and looked down at their charred creation. It was far too burnt to scrape off the black and call it a day. You sighed and told them you would take care of it in the morning.

They apologised profusely — Denki mostly as he was in charge of checking the cake — but you were too tired. You walked out of the kitchen grumbling that it was fine and you would just take care of it (like you should have in the first place).

The next morning, you wake up when the sun starts to rise. Stretching, you hop out of bed and freshen up before heading to the kitchen. You sigh gratefully as your alphas have cleaned up the mess they made last night. You walk over to the fridge and start pulling out ingredients for Katsuki’s breakfast. You’ve been thinking about what you’ll make him since the previous night.

Humming, you get to work. A gruff voice startles you as you crack an egg over the pan.

“What’re you doing up so early?” You turn around, eggshell in hand, and see Katsuki. He’s got a towel draped over his shoulders, sweat dripping down his rippled contours. Those training shorts reveal too much of his contoured thighs for his own good. You can feel your face heat up as you ogle at him. This sight of your alpha, still catching his breath, frowning at you as usual, and very sweaty, has tingles clawing up your skin.

Reflexively, you start purring. Katsuki’s sharp eyes widen as he hears that sweet sound emanating from your chest. You turn around and throw the eggshell in the bin, face aflame.

You attempt to sound confident but your voice comes out as whiny as you say, “Nothing. What are you doing up so early?”

The thump of your alpha’s footsteps on the wooden floor interjects the crackling of the egg in the pan. He wipes his palms on his shorts before placing them on your waist. You hum at the contact, at how warm and large his hands are. They caress your waist, and his damp chest presses against your back.

You pout, “Suki, what’re you doing?! You’re gonna get me all sweaty!” You look back at him, lips pushed together and looking so kissable. Your brow creases even more as you see the lopsided smirk on his lips.

You whine, “What?” He chuckles softly at you and nuzzles your temple with his nose. The softness of his gesture makes you purr louder. You turn back around and flip the egg, your face even hotter and redder than before. Katsuki holds you as you cook. He rests his head on your shoulder like a puppy.

You mumble, “What’s got you in such a good mood this morning?”

He mutters into your neck, “S’nice seeing you before everyone else.” He plants a gentle kiss on your unmarked skin. You moan quietly and relax in his arms. You gently ask him to move, and he does so you can grab a plate and take the egg off the stove. Katsuki watches you intently, memorising your every movement.

As you place the pan back on the stove, he says, “D’you want help?”

“No!” You exclaim too enthusiastically. You gaze at him, taking in the slackness of his jaw and the rise of his brows. The look soon fades as he frowns.

You shake your head, saying, “Suki, I love your cooking. You know that! But, I just wanted to do something nice for you.” You mumble, “And here you go, ruining it all by waking up early.” You’re hoping he misses that (considering his quirk and the toll it must take on his hearing), but he doesn’t.

He grunts, “Say it straight.” You stare at him for a moment before sighing.

You admit, “I was gonna make you breakfast in bed but now I can’t ‘cause you’re up.” He looks at you for a moment before laughing. His bellows resonate with you and bring a smile to your face.

“What?” You say, grinning. He shakes his head and gazes out the window before focusing on you. He comes back over to you and envelops you in his clammy embrace.

He kisses your temple again and mutters, “Make enough for two.” With that, he pulls back and walks away, heading down the hall to the bathroom. You stand there, robbed of the sticky heat of your alpha. His touch lingers on your skin, searing the delicate flesh. You hum, irritated, and shake your head. You can feel a fire swirling in the pit of your stomach. A familiar fire. One that only appears every few months.

Gulping, you resume your cooking. You obey Katsuki’s instructions and cook enough breakfast for the both of you. As you’re setting everything on the table, he stalks back into the kitchen in a fresh shirt and sweatpants. You motion for him to come over, and he sits in his usual spot. You make sure everything looks good before sitting opposite him.

You point to the different dishes, saying, “I made you an omelette, some French toast, and pancakes.” He watches you intently, revelling in the sight of his omega cooking for him and taking care of him. It sends sparks flying from his heart up his throat and to his fingertips and toes.

He starts dishing out the French toast while he grumbles, “You didn’t need to make so much.” You giggle and shake your head. He sets your plate in front of you, and you start cutting into your pancakes. You both eat in comfortable silence. As you reach for the maple syrup, you glimpse Katsuki’s towel-dried hair dripping on his broad shoulders. It makes you giggle, earning you a harsh stare.

“What?” He mutters, mouth half-full of chewed omelette. You shake your head, looking down and stabbing a piece of toast with your fork. He insists, grumbling about how you shouldn’t be laughing at him.

You chuckle, “You’re just so cute, Suki. How can I not?” You grin up at him, enjoying that disarmed look on his face, if only for a moment. Once you’re finished, Katsuki takes your plates over to the sink.

Still sitting at the table, you ask him, “Should we leave the leftovers here for the boys or?” Tch. Your alpha turns around with that deep crease in his brow.

He stomps over to you, grunting, “S’my breakfast. They can’t have any.” He stands next to you, his arms crossed over his chest and muscles deliciously flexed.

You gulp and laugh nervously before muttering, “Sure.” You avert your eyes from those yummy-looking biceps and shoulders, feigning interest in the kitchen table. Your cheeks become rosy from how hot you’re feeling, from how fucking hot your alpha is.

You stutter, “D-do you want me to uh—”

“Why’re you so nervous all of a sudden, doll?” His fingers grasp your chin and tilt your head back. Your wide eyes meet his narrowed ones as he stares at you intensely. You notice the veins in his jaw popping out from how tight he’s clenching it. Those furrowed brows. You whine and pout.

You whisper, “Don’t.” He cocks an eyebrow.

“Don’t what?” He grumbles, that knot in his brow growing. You whine low, feeling the heat pooling in your stomach trickling down your thighs and climbing up your breasts, setting your body alight.

“Please—”

“Woa, what do we have here?” Your heads snap towards the figures lingering in the doorway. Hanta smiles at you two teasingly while Denki stares past his shoulder at the food laid out on the table. The blond ducks around your black-haired alpha and comes over to you and Katsuki.

“Yum!” He exclaims.

Katsuki grumbles, “Don’t even think about it.” Denki gives the angry blond pouty lips and big eyes.

“Pwease,” he says, twirling a strand of his hair around his finger. You laugh, your hand wrapping around Katsuki’s wrist and gently tugging it off your jaw. You gaze back at Denki. He gives you those pleading eyes but you shake your head.

“Not my choice, baby,” you say.

He sighs, “Fiiiinnnneeee.” You chuckle as he plops down where Katsuki was sitting minutes earlier. Hanta tells Denki to scoot over and he does, so now both of them are sitting at the table, staring with ravenous eyes and grumbling bellies at the food that they aren’t allowed to have.

Katsuki sighs, “Can’t you extras cook?” Denki pouts and shakes his head enthusiastically while Hanta shrugs. You grab your angry blond’s hand, feeling the roughness of his skin slide against the softness of yours.

You hold his hand and look up at him as you say, “It’s okay. I’ll just make them something else.” This seems to have the opposite effect of that intended, making your alpha grit his teeth rather than relax his jaw.

He spits out, “Fine. Just save some for Shitty Hair, you pigs.” Denki claps happily, his enthusiasm making you laugh. You give Katsuki a small smile before letting go of his hand and grabbing three more plates. He stalks behind you and takes them from your hands after you turn around. As he sets them down on the table, a certain redhead waltzes into the kitchen.

Smiling, he wishes Katsuki a happy birthday, the other two boys following suit with cheeks full of pancakes. Eijiro sits across from them and starts piling the remaining French toast onto his plate. Katsuki lingers at the side of the table, grumbling to them about interrupting a precious moment.

Hearing that, you giggle and walk back over to him, a bounce in your step. You wrap your hands around his bicep, standing by his side. You rest your head on his meaty arms for a little, listening to the boys’ conversation.

Once everyone finishes eating, you all get dressed and head to the spa. Hanta offers to drive and, of course, takes a wrong turn. Circling back, Katsuki grumbles about how he should have driven. Such makes you all groan about how it’s his birthday and how he should be taken care of. Catching sight of your pout, your angry blond rapidly shuts up and resigns to incoherently muttering his frustrations.

Arriving, you all pile out of the car and head inside. Eijiro gives his name and one of the beauty therapists leads you all to changing rooms. You split up with the boys and head to the women’s changing room, stripping and wrapping the provided robe around your body. It’s nice and thick, cosy. You place your clothes in one of the lockers and head out, finding your alphas in the waiting area.

Soon, you’re called into two separate rooms; you and Katsuki are in one room while the boys are in the other. You smirk as you enter, glad that things turned out this way. You wonder if Eijiro asked for the two to be kept together or if this was just fate.

Under the direction of the beauty therapists, you both lie down on the two beds set out for you. They give you both a full body massage. Your therapist soothes the knots in your shoulders and back, as well as the tension in your calves.

As they work your calves, you hear Katsuki grumbling about not having enough pressure. He grumbles for a few minutes, making you laugh. Luckily, you can’t see the pointed look he gives you. Nor can you see how his features soften as he stares at you for a few seconds too long.

While you turn over to face upwards, you catch a glimpse of the therapist massaging Katsuki’s beautifully scarred and toned shoulders. The sight makes your heart thump wildly in your chest as you settle back down on the bed. Even as the therapist combs your hair back from your face with careful fingers, your heartbeat is off the charts.

You’re not jealous. Those thoughts haven’t even crossed your mind. No, what you feel is a deep sense of yearning. For that to be you one day, giving your strong alpha a relaxing massage after a long day at work. You make a note of that, intent to brush up on your massage skills.

The beauty therapist applies cold cleanser to your face with measured strokes, setting your senses alight with a chilly burn. You sigh with relaxation and pleasure as they wipe off the freezing gel and apply different lotions and serums to your skin. Especially when the therapist uses jade rollers to soothe and de-puff your skin.

When your treatment is finished, the therapists leave the room, giving you and Katsuki time to rouse yourselves from the renewing journey you’ve been on together. Sighing, you look over to him. You grin, seeing how utterly relaxed he is.

You sit up and shift so that you’re facing him. He doesn’t move, and you gaze at him for a few minutes quietly, burning the memory of him like this into your mind. Finally, you clear your throat and call his name. He doesn’t respond so you call his name a bit louder. And then a bit louder.

You hop off the bed and quickly put on your robe before walking up to his bed. You stand beside him, staring down at his angelic face. A smile stretches across your mouth as you lean down, your ear to his chest. He’s breathing slowly and calmly. You jerk back and step away as you giggle.

Regaining your composure, you come back to his side and gaze down at him. You’re tempted to leave him to sleep in the room, but they probably need it back now to prepare for the next clients.

Sighing, you thread your fingers in his hair, gently stroking his locks and thumbing his hairline. Your alpha sighs, and at last, his eyes scrunch and open. Within seconds, they focus on you.

He groans, “Babe, what happened?” His voice is so raspy it threatens the strength in your knees.

You chuckle nervously, your mouth suddenly dry as you say quietly, “You fell asleep.” He grunts and sits up, the towels pooling in his lap and leaving his torso far too exposed for your thin self-control. You gulp as he throws them off and slides off the bed, towering over you.

Before your eyes can dip too low, he grasps your chin and kisses you tenderly. You moan into his lips while your arms wrap around his oily shoulders. Mumbling his name into his mouth, you pull back and look up at him.

Katsuki peppers your face with light kisses before drawing your body into his by your waist. He rests his forehead on the junction of your neck and shoulder, breathing in your sweet scent. Your very sweet scent. He groans, inhaling your musk.

He mutters into your warm skin, “I get it now.” A confused noise escapes from your throat.

“Get what?” You say softly. You can feel the grin on his lips as he presses a kiss to your Adam’s apple.

He murmurs along your jaw, “Making so much f’me this morning. ‘Don’t’.” He chuckles, “Pre-heat.”

“Shut up!” You whisper-shout. You pull back and stare at him hard, a crease in your brow from the wide smirk on his plump lips.

You pout, “Don’t tell anyone, okay?” He laughs derisively at you.

“Not tell anyone? Take one whiff n’ anyone will know. I’m not even your mate n’ I know,” he shrugs. You shove his shoulder hard but, like the solid wall of muscle he is, he doesn’t even budge. He laughs off your feeble attempt at dominance.

You grumble, “You’ll be my mate soon, so shut up. And get dressed.” You glare at him before stalking out of the room and heading to the changing rooms. You take your time getting dressed. Before you return to your alphas, you take a deep breath and steady yourself.

You’re experiencing this odd mix of relaxation from your spa treatment and anxiety over your mates knowing that you’re in pre-heat. You don’t know why you don’t want them to know. They have a right to. They need to know so they can help you through it. But the thought of them knowing scares you. What if they get the wrong idea? What if they force you into intimacy you’re not ready for?

“Okay,” you exhale, speaking to yourself in the mirror. “You know that they would never do that, so stop freaking yourself out. Everything is gonna be fine. Everything is gonna be fine.” You brace yourself and leave the changing room, meeting your smiling and laughing (except for a grumbling Katsuki as per usual) in the lobby. Eijiro foots the outrageously expensive bill and you all leave happy.

Denki holds your hand and won’t stop yapping about how relaxing the treatment was as you walk back to the car. You giggle and lean your head on his shoulder after he clicks your seatbelt in, listening mindlessly to his rambling. Katsuki keeps an eye on you in the rear vision mirror (he’s driving this time).

From the passenger seat, Hanta suggests going out for lunch. Your alphas are quick to agree, and now Denki yaps about the ramen place nearby. You hum and let them decide. Eijiro squeezes your knee from beside you and asks for your input, you hum and reassure him that you’re content with whatever they choose.

You end up having sushi for lunch at a nice restaurant near your house. When you get home, you book it to the kitchen, dragging Eijiro with you and telling Denki to keep “explosive foul-mouthed anger issues chef” occupied. Your pick of alpha though has Katsuki’s eyes trained on you, curious if there would be a repeat of your time with Eijiro last week (which there will not be btw (at least not right now hehe)).

You two decide on a fresh strawberry and cream cake for your angry blond. You get to work on the cream while Eijiro chops the strawberries. When the cake is finally in the oven, you’re both covered in flour.

Cream covers your fingertips as you boop Eiji’s nose just so you can grab his face and lick it off. Your affection has him drawing you tight into his arms and kissing your cheek. Your sticky palms press into his “MAN APRON” as you lean back, his lips pressing against yours.

Your kiss is gentle. Eijiro pulls back first and rests his forehead on yours. His long, tanned fingers stroke your soft skin while he tells you he’s going to put on a timer. You hum in response, and he walks off to find his phone.

You put the bowl of cream in the fridge and clean up the mess in the kitchen. When he returns, he washes the dishes and you dry them, grinning all the while. You hum softly to the song stuck in your head and he listens quietly, in love with how comfortable you are around him now.

You two wander into the living room as the cake cooks, walking in on an intense game of UNO.

Katsuki jabs his finger into Hanta’s chest, yelling, “YOU FUCKIN’ CHEATED, TAPEFACE. YOU CAN’T PUT A FUCKING PLUS FOUR ON A PLUS TWO.”

Hanta leans back with the pressure of your angry blond’s finger, defending himself, “Yes you can, Bakubro. I do it all the time. Everyone does it.” He looks at you two with pleading eyes as you sit at the kotatsu.

“Eijiro-kun tell him,” Hanta pleads, nodding to Katsuki.

Your redhead chuckles and says, “I don’t know man I don’t normally stack.”

Katsuki grunts, “THAT’S RIGHT, YOU FUCKWIT. NO STACKING, just pick up two.” Hanta looks at you with big eyes, silently begging you to vouch for him. You shrug, not really in the mood to fight with Katsuki over stacking or no stacking in UNO.

Your angry blond wins the round (of course), and Hanta deals you and Eijiro in for the next one. The entire time, Katsuki’s eyes are on you. He can’t stop staring at you, and he can’t afford to lose this round. As much as he doesn’t want to, he crushes his baby girl with three pick-up fours since you’re sitting next to each other. After picking up your twelfth card, you’re begging Hanta or Denki to switch with you, but they won’t.

Saved by the timer going off, you call it quits for the round and dash off the kitchen. You put back on your flour-stained apron and a pair of oven mitts before taking the cake out of the oven and placing it on a cooling rack. You stick a skewer in the cake and grin as it slides out smoothly. You leave it to cool for a few hours, heading back to the living room and rejoining UNO for the next few rounds. When it becomes apparent that no one but Katsuki is winning this game, you all switch to playing charades.

After spending 20 minutes trying to guess “toaster” from Denki’s foul acting, you head back to the kitchen and grab the cream from the fridge. Eijiro trails in after you and cuts up the last few strawberries while you use an icing spatula to spread the cream all over the cake. He decorates the top with strawberries, and you two step back to admire your work.

You squeal and jump into his arms, happy that it looks so good. Your alpha laughs and pulls you into a sweet kiss. He then releases you and grabs the plates and cutlery while you go to the living room and tell everyone the cake is ready.

You strap a birthday hat underneath Katsuki’s chin while Eijiro places the cake you worked so hard on in front of him. You all sing an embarrassed Katsuki an off-key happy birthday, which has him red-faced and whining about your shit vocals.

Your birthday boy cuts his cake and plates a slice for all of you. Katsuki’s eyes widen as he takes a bite. He stares at you, the shocked look on his face making you cover your mouth and laugh.

You chirp, “You like it?” He hums and takes another bite, quiet until he’s finished. You can’t stop smiling as you eat together, overjoyed to spend this time with them.

Afterwards, you give Katsuki his presents. Denki got him the newly released official folder for All Might trading cards, Hanta bought him a Hello Kitty Lego set, and you got him a cocoa-chestnut candle. He grunts out his thanks and even gives you a little forehead kiss to express his gratitude.

That night after dinner, you all curl up on the couch and watch an action movie of Katsuki’s choosing. You cuddle into his side, his arm awkwardly slung around your shoulders initially before he eases up, holding you close without shame.

Your eyes are droopy as the movie drags on, the shouts of men and sounds of gunshots fading into the background of your tired mind. You sigh into your alpha’s pec. He gazes down at you, smirking possessively. He hikes the blanket up to your chin as you melt further into his body.

By the end of the film, you’re sound asleep in his arms.

Your alpha whisks you away to his bed, lays you down in it, and gently kisses your forehead. He then gets ready to sleep and climbs into bed with you.

As he slowly wraps his arms around you, you sigh into his touch and inch closer to him, blissfully unaware. With slightly pink cheeks, he pulls you close and kisses the side of your head. He mumbles into your hair for you to keep sleeping before closing his eyes and resting peacefully.

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જ⁀➴ chapter eleven: i wanna build a nest, suki!

alpha! bakugou, kirishima, denki, sero x omega!fem!reader⋆｡°✩ — fluff, nsfw, hot tub sex, p in v, degradation/name-calling, katsuki's mean (and rutting), you're in heat, smau + fic, 5k words

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a/n: '🌽⭐️s' gc from denki's pov + credit due to that one shoto, izu, kat, kiri poly afab-reader fic i read where they give her courting gifts (ramen, rubiks cube, waist chains and a wedding headdress) and she invites them into her nest; i read it like months ago and i have no idea who wrote it or where to find it

smau underneath fic

The next morning, you wake up alone in Katsuki’s bed to the savoury scent of fried salmon. After freshening up, you skip into the kitchen. If the lapping tongues of that delicious smell weren’t enough, Katsuki’s standing over the stove, flipping the salmon. Your mouth waters seeing his ripped muscles through the sleeveless compression shirt he’s wearing.

You tiptoe up behind him and poke his solid bicep, earning you a glare and a growl before your angry blond realises it’s just you. He grumbles about not sneaking up on him as you giggle and hug him from behind, telling him you missed waking up with him this morning.

You press your cheek against the rippling contours of his back, sighing and moulding to his figure. You hum happily as you feel his muscles flex and relax beneath your touch with his movements. He grunts at you to get off him, but you shake your head and press your forehead between his shoulder blades.

Sighing, your alpha drags you back and forth across the kitchen, your arms firm around his torso. He’s all grumpy about your affection, chastising you for being so cuddly and slowing him down. You tune out his complaining, content to hold him.

Finally, you ease your hold on him, your hands coming to rest on his slutty hips. You shift to the side and look at him as he plates the salmon and pours the miso soup into bowls.

“Katsuki,” you whine.

He grunts, “What?”

You latch onto his forearm and tug on it playfully, saying in a sing-song voice, “I wanna build a nest, Suki!” Your alpha’s crimson eyes widen as he stares down at you.

He mutters, “You what?”

You tug on his forearm again as you repeat, “I wanna build a nest, Suki!” He licks his suddenly dry lips and places the empty soup pot on the stove.

“Just…” He starts. He turns away from you, red snaking up the back of his neck as he grabs the plates and bowls. You pick up the remaining few and help him carry them to the kitchen table.

“Suki,” you whine. “Will you come see my nest once it’s finished?” You gaze up at him with puppy eyes and a sweet grin, hoping he’ll say “Yes”.

Katsuki avoids looking at you and grunts out, “Sure.”

After breakfast, you go to each of your alpha’s rooms to grab some clothes for your nest. Eijiro loads up your arms with his hoodies and shirts when you tell him you’re going to build a nest; Hanta warns you not to take from the pile of dirty clothes on the floor; Denki gives you a few (fairly clean) graphic tees and sweaters; and Katsuki grumbles about having to share his wardrobe before sending you back to your room empty-handed. Instead, he dumps a pile of all your favourite clothes of his on your bed.

You spend most of the day building your nest, then taking it apart and re-arranging it until you’re happy with it. Late in the afternoon, you slip out of your room and chow down some of last night’s leftovers. Only Hanta is home, so he gets to see your nest first.

You knock on his door and slide it open, finding him mid-video game. He doesn’t notice you come in, too focused on yelling his frustrations into his headset. You come up beside him and tap his shoulder. Feeling your touch, he gives you his immediate attention.

After pausing his game, you take his hand and lead him to your room. Opening the door, your sweet scent flows out in waves. It’s so overpowering that Hanta’s feet are bound to their place on the wooden floor. With a tug of his arm, you guide him inside to your nest.

It’s large enough for all four of you to fit and arranged by scents. The right corner closest to you is Hanta’s section. You step into your nest and pull him in with you. He looks around your nest with wide eyes. When you sit down in his part, he looks down at you and chuckles nervously.

You pout, “Do you like it?” He hums and sits down with you. He wraps his arm around your shoulders and presses you into his side. The feeling of his body against yours makes you purr in contentment.

He softly kisses the top of your head and says, “Love it, babe. You did a really good job.” You hum and nuzzle your face into the crook of his neck. Your purr ignites his own as you two hold each other. The vibrations from your chests dissolve the tension in Hanta’s shoulders and jaw. They help him relax and make you feel safe in his arms. You two stay like that until a knock at your door makes you sit up, alert.

Your purring stops and your eyes are wide as you stare at the intruder. You exhale a sigh of relief as you see it’s just Denki.

Your sunshine boy rubs the back of his neck, stuttering, “Uh, a-am I interrupting something?” As you say “No”, Hanta says “Yes”. You gaze at your black-haired alpha for a moment and laugh cheerily before motioning for your blond to join you. Denki comes to the edge of your nest and looks at it with his mouth half-open, the corners of his lips upturned.

You ask, “D’you like it, babe?”

He says nervously, “Y-yea, honey, it looks really good.” You hum as your brows furrow. You stand up and come over to him, your bodies separated by the low barrier of your nest. You cup his cheeks and draw his forehead down to yours. As you touch, it’s like electricity pulses through you.

You murmur, “Why’re you so nervous?” He chuckles shortly, his breath fanning your lips. His long fingers wrap around your wrists and squeeze them gently.

“You’re so cool, mama,” he says lowly. You giggle and gently kiss his lips. Your hands slide down his neck and grip his shoulders. As you pull back, you tug him into your nest. You sit back down next to Hanta and watch as Denki’s golden eyes trail across the different parts of your nest.

Smiling, you pull gently on the leg of his pants, encouraging him to join you. He sits in his area next to Hanta’s at the front. You shift to the invisible boundary separating the two zones and look at your alphas expectantly.

Hanta chuckles and wraps his arms back around your shoulders. You gaze at Denki, who stares at the two of you. You pat your lap, and he giggles, laying down with the side of his head on your thighs, hands stroking your legs.

You pout and tell Denki to behave, but he nibbles on your inner thigh. As your flesh rolls out from his teeth, he kisses the little red spot tenderly, making you gasp.

Not long after Denki joined you and Hanta, Eijiro comes home and finds you all cuddling.

Stepping into your room, he gasps and exclaims, “Wow baby, this looks great!”

You giggle and tell him to get in. He leaves his slippers at the door and steps over Denki’s legs, acquainting himself with the layout of your nest.

Your redhead praises you, “You did such a good job, baby. It looks really good.” You hum and purr as he finds his corner and strokes your back. You tilt your head back to look up into his eyes. He pecks your lips and continues rubbing your back while Hanta rests his head on yours. You giggle gleefully, ecstatic to share your nest with your alphas.

For the next little while, you all chat away. The sun has dipped low in the sky, its final embers floating through the window. Shadows lurk in the shallows of your room and the dips and curves of your bodies. You’re lying across Eijiro and Denki’s laps when the overhead lights flick on. You wince and groan, blinking your eyes rapidly to adjust to the warm lighting. Gazing at the door, your angry blond has his arms folded across his chest, scowling as he stares you down.

You giggle, “Hi Sukiiii. D’you wanna join us?”

He scoffs, “It’s eight o’clock. Have you made dinner?” You shake your head. Eijiro chuckles, and the comforting sound draws your eyes up to his sharp jawline.

Your redhead says, “You can take my spot. I’ll work on dinner.” His offer makes you pout.

“But Eiji,” you whine. You sit up and throw your arms around his shoulders, burying your face in his neck and breathing in his musk. You can feel his laughter in his chest reverberating against yours. Your redhead nudges you, causing you to pull back and look at him. He reassures you that you’ll be okay before setting you down and getting up. You watch with pouty lips as he leaves your room.

Tch. Katsuki comes over to the edge of your nest, gazing at you sharply. You nod and pat the space behind you; his corner. Grumbling, your alpha steps in and eyes the other two. You can almost see his gears turning as he looks around your nest, his nose wrinkling in the cutest way (like a bunny) as he sifts through the different scents. At last, your angry blond finds his corner and sits down a short distance away.

You squeal in excitement and surprise as Denki’s lean arms encircle your waist, lift you, and place you in his lap. The warmth of his chest seeps through his shirt and into your back. You sigh and relax into his touch before tilting your head back and pecking his jaw.

Hanta complains, “Hey! Leave some for me, too.” He shuffles over to you two and sits on his haunches in front of you. His large hands grasp your knees and squeeze them, making you giggle. You reach out and caress his forearms, your hands travelling up and over his elbows and upper arms as he leans forward. His hands slide up your thighs, slightly pushing up your micro-shorts. Those long digits press into your hips as Hanta’s lips press to yours. You moan into his mouth as you grip his shoulders.

You mewl as you feel Denki’s hand slip from your waist down to the waistband of your shorts. You squeeze his forearm as you whine, Hanta’s spit spilling over the confines of your lips and onto your chin. Denki’s hand dips and cups your heat, his fingertips pressing into the growing wet patch on your panties. You pull back from Hanta’s consuming kiss and whine as you gaze back at Denki.

“Kami,” you whine breathlessly. Denki’s eyes widen at your nickname for him, and his heart misses a beat or two. He chuckles nervously as he wipes the saliva from your lips and chin.

You continue, “Don’t make this harder f’me.” His brow creases as he thinks over your words, his devious hand shifting up to cup your lower tummy while his nose nuzzles your shoulder. He hums and trails his hand back up to your waist, giving the fat there a squeeze. You gently kiss his temple before resting your head against his.

The room is quiet for a few minutes before you wriggle in Denki’s arms and say, “I better go help Eiji with dinner.” Hanta and Denki immediately protest, claiming that their omega shouldn’t lift a finger while in pre-heat. Such earns a laugh from you as they scamper off to the kitchen, determined to make dinner so you don’t have to.

Katsuki grumbles low, “Finally.” You gaze at him, your head tilted adorably in confusion. “We’re alone,” he grunts. You hum and crawl over to him. His eyes take in your frame hungrily as you reach him. Your hands come to his shoulders and press them back.

“What d’you want?” He mutters. You push his unmoving shoulders back with more force and climb on his lap.

“I wanna lay down with you,” you say, grinning. Your alpha grumbles as he draws you into his arms, laying back with your body on his. Your arms wrap around his neck while your side presses against his pecs. Katsuki grabs one of the blankets strewn about your nest and drapes it over the two of you, keeping you nice and cosy. You sigh and purr, and he does the same, a rare soft look on his face as he stares at you.

You two cuddle until the boys peek in and let you know that dinner is ready.

…⊹₊⟡⋆…

By the end of the week, you’re restless. Katsuki has been avoiding you for days, worsening your pre-heat. And this morning after breakfast, you feel it fully hit you.

You’re stalking down the hall to your angry blond’s room when your temperature soars. You stop, swooning and holding onto the nearby wall to steady yourself. The air has been knocked out of your lungs. Your skin is alight, crackling, aching, and burning like a chicken in a fan-forced oven. His scent lingers in the air. It’s so delicious that you could lick it off your fingers. Just inhaling such sweet-smokiness has you sliding down the wall.

You’re a crumpled mess on the floor as you look around the hallway with wide eyes, searching for any sign of the man you’re so desperate for. Somehow, you find the will to stand back up, albeit with shaky knees. You stumble down the hall and latch onto Katsuki’s door. You pry it open in a fit and find his room empty. The pure concentration of his scent is enough to have your head spinning. You whine as you fumble the door shut, sniffing the air like a dog.

You catch his musk further down the hall and follow it to an ajar door. You slip in, oblivious to the sound of running water. Before you: a sight that could have you on your knees, begging for the sweetest mercy. You take a deep breath in, instantly regretting it as Katsuki’s scent sears your lungs.

The golden sunlight filters into the room, illuminating your alpha sitting in the hot tub with his arms spread out on the edges and eyes closed. He looks so peaceful… and bare. You drool as your gaze dips to the fuzzy skin beneath the bubbling water’s surface. You just stand there, glued to your spot near the door, staring at him. Your head throbs the longer your eyes linger on him, and the steam from the tub doesn’t help.

You stutter, “S-suki.” You lick your lips as his eyes snap open, finding you immediately. Your throat goes dry at the angry look he gives you. But there’s something else in his gaze. A kind of hunger. Something carnal. Something you’ve come to know well. His full lips harden as that familiar crease in his brow returns.

“WHAT?” He grunts. You can’t stop your feet from moving as they step towards him. Your breathing has become so laboured, and everything but him blurs. All you can focus on is your alpha. Your knee hits the side of the tub, causing you to stumble and reach out, grabbing the edge to steady yourself.

“THE FUCK DO YOU WANT, BRAT?!” He yells at you. You whine his name for you as you shakily push yourself back up to standing.

“DON’T COME NEAR ME!” Your alpha bellows as he shifts away from you. You can feel tears prickle at your eyes, seeing his zealous attempts to avoid you.

“Suki I just,” you start but you wobble and fall forward. Luckily, you catch yourself on the side of the tub again. You whine as you sit down on the edge, feeling your sticky panties shift and press uncomfortably to your cunt.

You whisper whilst looking at your lap, “I miss you.” You can feel the sadness swelling in your throat as the tears spill over.

Your voice shakes as you say, “P-please d-don’t push m-me aw-away.” You choke on your sobs while wiping your eyes on your inner forearm.

For the next few, you sit there and cry. This heat has your emotions everywhere. And your alpha’s blatant rejection is intensifying it. You’re overcome by this odd mix of pain and need, sadness and arousal. Slick oozes from your pussy while tears flood your eyes. You don’t register the lapping of the water as Katsuki shifts back to his original spot.

He grumbles, “Stop crying for fuck’s sake. Just get the fuck outta ‘ere.” You shake your head vigorously, face still in your hands.

You choke out, “N-no! I l-love you, S-Suki.” Your alpha’s jaw slackens as he stares at your shuddering, sobbing frame. Those crimson eyes drill holes into you while your words repeat in his mind.

You look up from your hands and return Katsuki’s gaze. You can barely see him with all of these tears in your eyes. His figure is cloudy and muddled until you blink them away, thick streams staining your cheeks like silvery snail trails. You force yourself to stand back up. You grab the hem of your alpha’s muscle tee and pull it over your head.

Katsuki groans as he stares at your half-naked frame, “Don’t take your clothes off, fuckin’ hell. I TOLD YOU TO GO.” You shake your head, sniffling as you bend and slip your shorts off. All that’s left now is your panties.

As your fingers wrap around the lacy fabric, your alpha yells, “GET THE FUCK OUTTA ‘ERE BRAT UNLESS YOU WANNA GET FUCKED!” You pull your panties down your legs and step over them, stumbling over to the hot tub.

Gripping the edge, you whine, “Of course, that’s what I want.” You manage to get one leg over the edge but trip on the second. Katsuki catches you with ease, his strong, scarred arms wrapped around your shaking frame as he sits you two down.

You moan in his grip and throw your arms around his neck, climbing onto his lap. You gasp as his hard cock presses against your slicked-up cunt. Your wide eyes find his narrowed ones while his wet palms caress your cheeks, wiping away your tears.

The water is so warm. You feel like you’re being boiled alive with the way it slaps against your sweaty skin.

Sniffling, you choke out, “I-I’ve been wa-wanting you-you a-all week.” You lean down and press your salty lips to his, moaning as his large hand grips the back of your neck and angles you just the way he likes it.

You’re consumed by his kiss, by the feeling of his solid chest against your much softer one. His teeth bite on your lower lip, making you gasp before he sucks on it. Moans fall from your mouth as he bullies his tongue in, swirling it with yours. Saliva drips from your lips by the time he pulls back.

He groans low, “I know. I’ve been wanting you too, love.” Again, you’re caught in his rough kiss and crushing hold. He squeezes you so tight it’s like you’re about to disappear while he sucks on your tongue.

Once your lips are swollen enough, Katsuki trails kisses and harsh bites down your neck and collarbones. He’s so fucking mean with the harsh purple bruises he leaves on your skin. No spot is safe from his assault. Not even the fat of your tits is safe from his sharp canines. You cry out as he nips on the delicate flesh, rolling the skin between his teeth. You tug at his roots, pulling him off your breast.

You stutter, “It h-hurts, Suki.”

He growls, “Deal with it, you fuckin’ slut.” You moan hearing his words while arousal drips from your hole onto his cock.

He chuckles into your skin, “You like that? ‘Course you do, brat.” He kisses down the valley of your breasts before kissing each one tenderly. You moan as he latches onto your nipple. His mouth is as hot as you are. You whine as his tongue rolls over the sensitive peak.

The mewls escaping your lips become louder as he sucks harder. He pulls off your nipple, a string of spit connecting his lips to your delicate nub. It snaps as he gazes down briefly, gripping your waist harshly.

Katsuki lifts you off him and places you next to him. He stands up and wraps his arms around you.

He grunts as he manhandles you, “Bend over for me, you little slut. Just like that, good girl.” You whimper as Katsuki bends you over the side of the hot tub. Your chest is pressed flat against the extended side, and you shiver as the cold air gnaws on your flushed skin. You’re so exposed, everything on display for your alpha in this position.

You whine his name as his palm makes contact with your ass cheek. Slap!

You whimper, “What was that for?” You squeal as he slaps your ass again, harder this time.

He chuckles derisively, “Felt like it, doll.” He grips your hips and pushes you forward, grunting, “Let’s have a look, baby. What do we have ‘ere?” You shiver, feeling his hot breath against your sopping cunt. Slick dribbles from your folds, leaking down your inner thighs. His palms grip underneath your ass cheeks, thumbs spreading them apart so he can get a better look at you. You moan loudly as he spits on your pussy.

No warning, his tongue dips between your folds. You lurch forward, gasping and mewling at how fucking good his searing tongue feelings on your heat. Katsuki grabs the tops of your thighs and brings you back to his eager mouth. He laps at your sweet syrup like it’s the nectar of the gods (because to him, it is). You shudder and moan as the tip of his tongue flicks the underside of your clit.

You mewl, “Fuck, Suki! ‘M sensitive there—Fuck!” His fingers pull your slimy folds apart while his lips wrap around your clit. He sucks on the sensitive bundle, making you whine his name. Your thighs shake as he does the most unholy things to your pussy with his mouth and fingers. You swear you’re in heaven with the way he sends pleasure shuddering up your body, tearing the filthiest moans from you.

“God, you’re so fuckin’ soaked for me, eh?” He grunts while smacking your ass. The ripple of your fat makes you moan loudly. Katsuki doesn’t give you any time to adjust when he plunges two fingers into your hole, fucking you hard and deep with them. You push yourself up slightly, but your alpha doesn’t like that. His large palm presses your upper back down and holds you there while he fingers you.

He chuckles, “Not even on my cock yet n’ you’re this loud? Such a good slut for me, aren’t cha?” You moan louder as more slick gushes from your pussy, dripping down his already-soaked fingers. He draws them out of you and holds them up to a beam of light to see your sticky juices glimmering.

Smirking, your alpha’s hand slides from your upper back to your shoulder and semi-pulls you up while his slick-soaked fingers force themselves into your mouth. You gag on his long digits as they hit the back of your throat.

He groans, “Taste it, omega.” Your hand grasps his wrist as you suck on his fingers, bobbing your head much to his satisfaction. At last, he pulls them out of your mouth and rests his fingertips on your pouty lips.

You whisper, “Baby, please.” Katsuki wrenches you up to standing and presses you into him. You moan as his leaky cock hits your lower back. One of your hands grabs his toned thigh while the other holds his forearm. You tilt your head back to gaze up at your alpha. His mouth is instantly on yours again, stealing what little air you have left in your lungs.

Pulling back, he groans, “What? Tell me what you want, omega.” His hand slides to your jaw, long fingers pressing hard into the soft flesh and bone. He anchors your head back further, making your back arch.

He says on your lips, “Tell me what you fucking want, pretty girl.” The pressure of his hold makes your lips pout like a fish.

You whine, “You, Suki! You!”

He laughs bitterly, “Obviously.” He squishes your cheeks even more while his other hand dips between your thighs. His fingers circle your clit, making you moan.

Your words are muffled as you say, “Please! Please, Suki. Fuck me.” He lets go of your jaw and grabs your tit.

Squeezing it, he grunts, “What was that, slut?”

You mewl, “Please fuck me, Suki!” Your alpha palms your heat as the other strokes his painful erection. You moan so fucking loudly as he slaps the tip against your hole. You plead for him to put it in you, to fuck you, but he ignores you.

Instead, Katsuki pushes his cock through your folds and draws it back, over and over again. His pre-cum intertwines with your slick and his length spreads it all over your drippy cunt.

You’re close to tears as you cry out, “Please, Suki! Please! Please, fuck me! Please! I’ll take it, baby, I promise. Just please—” You scream as he forces his cock into your hole and drives it all the way, giving you no time to stretch.

Tears well in your eyes as he hooks his arm around yours, forcing them behind your back and thrusting into you mercilessly. You’re a whimpering mess as his hips snap against yours, his tip finding that perfect spot every time.

“Fuck,” he grunts in your ear. “So fuckin’ tight n’ wet f’me, doll.” You moan as his fingers rub your clit faster. Your legs are shaking with the sheer force of your alpha’s thrusts.

“So deep, Suki—Fuck! You’re so fucking deep, baby,” you mewl. You feel surrounded by him, by the pleasure he has coiling in the pit of your tummy. He lets go of your arms in exchange for wrapping his across your chest, fingers digging into your shoulder. Your tits bounce against his skin as he fucks you even harder.

The squelching of your tight hole around his hard length screeches over that of the bubbling water jets. But you’re even louder. Your moans echo off the tiles and ricochet in Katsuki’s mind. He’s busy ingraining your delectable whimpers in his mind for years to come.

“So fuckin’ perfect,” he rasps. You tilt your head back, and your alpha kisses you passionately. Tears stream down your cheeks and trickle across your lips as your tongues intertwine. You pull back, panting and sniffling. You whimper as his pre-cum leaks into your pussy, the fucked out look on your face doing something unfathomable to Katsuki.

Your knees weaken as your clit burns from his rubbing. His arm presses harder into your chest, drawing you back even further into him so you don’t slip. You babble mindlessly as your alpha fucks you closer to your orgasm. That knot in your stomach tightens and tightens.

Katsuki’s teeth ferociously attack the side of your neck as you scream, “I’m cumming, Suki! I’m cumming!”

Finally, he bites down just below your jaw as you drown in pleasure.

You scream out, your back arching beautifully and pussy clenching so fucking tight around Katsuki’s girth as you cum all over him. Your body spasms as the sensations ripple throughout you, his hips rutting into you and fucking you through your climax. You feel so high right now. Nothing can compare to the pleasure sparking and stinging your body. Your senses are drowned out by the waves you’re riding.

Your alpha’s hot seed shoots into you. It is so thick it burns your insides in the most delicious way possible. You grind on his knot, screaming and crying as he cums in you. You swear he’s pouring it into your fucking guts with how deep he is and full you are of his cream.

He pulls off your neck, blood coating his teeth and dripping down your clammy skin. Unable to hold yourself up anymore, you slump forward in his arms. You hear sloshing as Katsuki shifts forward, catching your body. He pulls you right back into him, his arms tight around your tensing frame. His tongue licks your fresh mark, intoxicated by the metallic taste.

Katsuki’s so fucking drunk right now on you. Your blood, your pussy, your dirty moans and screams, the way your orgasm still shudders through you. He feels so blessed to have you as his mate. To see your drop-dead gorgeous body glowing in the hazy afternoon light, soaked with sweat and slick.

You whimper tiredly, “Love you, Suki. I love you so much—”

“I know, love,” he grunts low. You melt into his warm body. You whimper as his cock twitches in you, feeling his cum squishing your walls.

You whisper, “I’ll love you forever, Su—”

“Fuck, baby. I know, okay?” He grumbles against your ear. “I know.” He squeezes you in his arms and peppers your cheek with kisses until you tilt your head back. He captures your lips in such a tender kiss. You can feel his slowing heartbeat thumping against your back, mirroring your own.

He pulls back and softly kisses your brow and then your nose and eyelids, making you giggle. His calloused palms rub your arms as he pecks your lips and then your chin. He starts purring, and you purr with him, feeling so content.

Even if he can’t say it (yet), you know that Katsuki loves you. He loves you so fucking much. You can feel it in the vibrations of his chest, in his delicate kisses on your jaw and neck.

Smiling, you whisper into his messy locks, “I love you.”

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we always talk about dumbification, how he fucks you so good your mind goes blank and sentences become incoherent. but why don't we take a moment to consider him turning into a whimpering, whining, shuddering mess as you ride him.

like imagine big massive muscular daddy alpha towering eijirou and his cute lil gf. him on his knees begging you to let him touch you. who is willingly pinned beneath you, listening to your every command, and letting you have your way with him.

because that's the hottest part. you don't demand his submission, he gives it to you without hesitation.

he whispers in your ear, "you can do whatever you want with me, baby. i'm all yours." and you smirk and shift down his body to suck on his nipples (bonus points if they're pierced).

right think about this massive guy whom everyone expects to be really rough with you in bed, but he's choking back sobs as you clench around him so tight, making him slip over the edge.

the whiny sorry's he chants as he pulls you to his chest, huge cock spurting out creamy ropes inside of you. and then you whisper against the shell of his ear, "mhmm, you did so well f'me, honey. you wanna take a break?"

I may ot may not have found the ruby ring to your long term katsuki bf proposal fic from under th same pin-

https://pin.it/6r1cVxtQZ

https://pin.it/1fzs5FdKV

https://pin.it/3FmgWmA9Z

actually screamed at the second image omg they're so pretty!!!!! i wish i saw those sooner!

i had this one in mind as well when i wrote the fic, super similar to the ones you linked above.

they see you in lingerie v.2

pro heroes x fem!reader⋆｡°✩ — implied size difference, implied smut, 650 words

ua students, villains

todoroki enji (endeavor)

⭑.ᐟ enji’s standing in front of your bed, phone in hand, taking an after work phone call when you walk out. the second he lays those ocean blue eyes on you, his mouth goes a little slack.

he quickly recovers and you can see how now he’s gripping his phone tightly. so tightly it’s starts making creaking noises. he ends the call quickly, his voice gruff. he smirks, eyes still on you and he licks his lips as he stalks towards you.

there is no hint of embarrassment or nervousness on his face or in his body language. just sheer horniness at seeing his girl getting all dressed up for him and looking so delicious.

he grabs you by your waist, pulling you into his much broader frame. he leans down, pulling you into a rough kiss and muffling your giggles.

he kisses you like he could eat you up, and he does… all night.

takami keigo (hawks)

⭑.ᐟ keigo gives you a big grin, eyes roving over your body. he chuckles airily and whilst leaning back slightly.

he says, “wow. you look great babe.” he’s looking at you lewdly, still smirking, imagining the things he would be doing you tonight once he got his hands on you.

you stretch your arms overhead, twirling and giggling to show the lingerie off to him. you watch as he bites his lip, tongue flicking over it once with supple pink flesh is released from his teeth.

once you reach him, you sit on his lap, legs to one side, and throw your arm around his shoulders. his hands grasp your waist and neck, drawing you into a sweet kiss… which quickly turns into something more intense.

you pull back, breathless, and he starts telling you everything he was going to do to you, all night long. and to which, you have no objection.

aizawa shouta (eraserhead)

⭑.ᐟ you walk out while shouta is mid-yawn. typical. he gives you a lazy once-over.

“well, what do you think?” you say.

he stares at you and responds with, “you look fine.”

at this, you pout. “just fine?” you coo. shouta shrugs before motioning with his hand for you to come over to him. as you do so, your brows are furrowed and mouth still in a pout at your boyfriend’s lack of enthusiasm.

shouta sighs as he looks up at you, standing in front of him. he places his hands on your hips, palming them and bringing you onto his lap, straddling him. your hands go to the back of his neck, fingers twirling in his dark locks. he gives you a slight smile before going in for a kiss, but you pull back.

“shouta,” you start, “don’t you like it?”

he rolls his eyes at you, “’course I do. now, stop talking.” he brings you in for a passionate kiss.

you’re the reason he’s going to be sleep-deprived tonight.

sasaki mirai (sir nighteye)

⭑.ᐟ mirai’s already half-way across the room — from the bed to the wardrobe — by the time you come out. you realise that he must have seen your lingerie even before you came out. you giggle, enjoying the way his purple eyes trail over you, back and forth.

“what’s so funny, doll?” his thin brows are pulled slightly together as he closes the distance between you two. hands already on your hips. you bite your lip, trying to stop your laughter. smiling, you shake your head and look down.

mirai’s large hand comes to your cheek, bringing your gaze back up to him. he smiles at you softly, wrapping his other hand other around you. you’re drawn close into his chest, your soft, supple body pressed against his much firmer one.

“you won’t tell me?” he says. his eyes now stare into yours, trying to discern your next course of action.

you bite your lip and slowly shake your head this time. at this, his lips stretch into a smile. “you will.”

okay this has probably been headcanoned before but I bet shinsou is kinky asf. anything and everything, he's into it. probably keeps a box of sex toys at your place so he do whatever he wants to you however he wants that day. paddles, blindfolds, rope, butt plugs with tails, man has probably got half a sex store in that box just for you.

loves seeing you dressed up in lingerie, especially purple. will definitely spank you if you misbehave. will take you on any surface; bench-top, sink, shower walls, couch, table, floor, vanity, fucking ceiling if he could.

he's giving switch, in my opinion. like, mostly dom but also sub when he wants you to be on top and show him how much you missed him wink wink. definitely a rope bunny and a rigger.

hear me out... he eats up pet play. just a lil like, if you were at a party and got dared to act like a cat, he would go for that so hard. he would pull you onto his lap and tell you to give him kisses. he would find it really cute if you were meowing at him and he would keep calling you kitten until your dare finished. bonus points if you're wearing a collar and cat ears.

he likes making you cry, he likes it when you wake up to him inside of you, he likes marking you up, maybe even taking photos and videos of you when you let him. one thing he's always nervous about though is using his quirk on you when it comes to your intimacy. he's used it a couple times on you, commanding you to suck his cock or to play with yourself. but, he's always worried that he might take things too far and make you do something that you would never consent to.

if they were househusbands

denki, izuku, tamaki x fem!reader⋆｡°✩ — fluff, tama's is a bit suggestive, kinda hcs, 870 words

kaminari denki

100% a househusband

not exactly unemployed ⟶ he’s tryna be a pro gamer and with you being the breadwinner, he picks up the slack around the house

kinda ends up being a part-time gamer (cause i’m not so sure about those skills making him a pro) just because of how hard it is to balance gaming and keeping your home in order

does he do the chores well, though? i would imagine that he tries to bake muffins or banana bread for you but it ends up getting burnt; he tries to fix one of the lights but then short circuits the entire house; he makes the leaking tap ten times worse so you have to call bakugou over to fix it

apologises profusely after setting the kitchen curtains on fire and buys you new ones that you absolutely love

he would look so cute in his lil apron that you got him for his bday!!!!!!!

you’re sitting on the couch, watching with a smirk as denki pulls a frilly, pink and white waist apron out of the gift bag you got him. his golden eyes are wide as he stares at the garment. he’s holding it up in the air, gaze flicking between you and the apron.

he stutters, “what-what the fuck?” you burst out into laughter as he just stares at you, thumbing the frills. you bend over as you laugh, your hand on his knee, unable to contain yourself.

denki places the apron down on his lap and says, “what am i to you? a maid?” you nod, your hand in front of your mouth as you continue to laugh at him.

once you calm down and wipe the tears from your eyes, you say, “don’t you like it?” you try to pout but your giggles make it nearly impossible.

denki sighs, “only a maid for my beautiful, sexy wife.” you notice his adorable pout, his blond brows furrowed. you lean over and wrap your arms around his shoulders, planting a big smooch on his cheek.

“all mine,” you taunt in his reddening ear. he gently pushes you off, causing you to laugh as you lean back. “try it on!” you squeal in excitement. at that, denki’s face reddens. he looks at you, mortified by the thought of how he’s about to humiliate himself for his wife. he gulps and grumbles about how stupid this is, how mean you are. but it doesn’t stop him from slipping the apron around his slutty waist and tying it in a bow at the back.

you stare at him, checking him out shamelessly as he does a little twirl for you. “happy now?” he pouts. you nod enthusiastically.

“very happy.”

midoriya izuku

househusband because he got injured during hero work

you tell him to take it slow and rest but he’s up early every day, making you lunch for work and putting on a load of laundry

he’s the successful househusband ⟶ great at all of the chores; never leaves a mess, not a speck of dust to be seen, nothing out of place

during the winter, he’ll throw your work clothes in the dryer so that when you get dressed, they’re still toasty; he’ll place a beanie on your head and even put your mittens on for you

when you come home from work, dinner’s on the table and izuku is greeting you with a sweet kiss; he takes your bag from you and asks you about your day while leading you to the bedroom to get changed

if you’re tense, then he’ll give you a massage and shower with you

“come and sit, honey,” izuku coos to you. he pats the spot next to him on the couch. you shake your head and try to tell him you’re fine, but he insists. sighing, you plop down on the couch next to him. he tells you to turn and face away from him and so you do. then, you feel his warm, large hands on your shoulders and upper back, kneading the tender muscles. you let out a sigh of relief and ease into his touch, letting him take away the stress of your day.

he ends up convincing you to take off your top so he can have better access to your upper back and, therefore, give you a better massage. and your pure-intentioned boy is true to his word, his fingers and palms pressing into your soft flesh and soothing you. after he’s worked your shoulders, he adjusts your body so that you’re sitting facing forward. he gets down on the floor and props your foot up on his knee. he repeats the process, helping you relax with those perfect hands and their relieving rhythm across your skin.

he kisses your ankles, shins, and calves, working his way up to your knees. you giggle as your hand threads through his curly green locks. you let him wrap his arms around you and carry you off to the bathroom, setting you down on the cold tiles and helping you undress. you two get into the shower and he lathers your body in body wash, sprinkling little kisses here and there before rinsing it off.

you sigh into the crook of his neck, “thanks for taking such good care of me.”

he hums in response and says, “always, honey.”

amajiki tamaki

idk about this twink

he’s giving shy cutie who does all of the laundry and makes the most delicious meals for you

he’s also great at gardening ⟶ you have the most beautiful garden in the neighbourhood because of this man and his quirk; he spends his days wrangling those weeds and planting pretty flowers and vegetables and fruits

of course, he uses your homegrown produce in your meals, making it taste amazing and extra special because of all the hard work he put into cultivating them

he would also make you the cutest bentos!!!!! like with the tako sausages and star-shaped fruit and veg ⟶ makes literal edible art just for his beautiful wife

i think he would always be trying new recipes and dishes and sharing them with you ⟶ like every friday, he’ll cook something new and won’t try it until you get home and try it with him

“tama, i’m home!” you call as you enter your home. you slip off your shoes, the scent of something savoury and delicious filling your nose. you walk into the kitchen and find your husband stirring a pot on the stove. you skip over to him and plant a kiss on his cheek, making him flinch in surprise. he lets go of the wooden spoon and looks at you with wide eyes, red dusting his cheeks.

“i didn’t hear you,” he says quietly, averting his gaze from yours.

you giggle and say, “did you miss me?” he nods furiously and returns to stirring the pot. you ask him what he’s cooking, and he tells you he’s making a soup from a magazine he read. you nod and leave him be.

for dinner, he serves you the most yummy soup you’ve had yet. with wide eyes, you tell him just how good it tastes, and he murmurs that he’s glad you like it. you two talk about your days, tama listening quietly to you rant about work drama. afterwards, you help him clean up.

you stand next to him, drying the dishes that he washes. after setting a plate down, you lean over and whisper in his ear, “maybe i’ll have to show you how much i like your cooking, tama.” you pull back, giggling and feeling cocky once you see that familiar blush rise to his cheeks and ears.

he glances at you every so often, watching his perfect angel dry the dishes and put them away. he quickly looks away once you bend over or reach up, your ass far too round or your tank top riding up and exposing a strip of your soft skin. you can’t wipe that shit-eating grin off of your face. you’re well aware of how he’s watching you, and you like how nervous you make him.

it takes some convincing but eventually, you let him know just how much he and his cooking, his taking care of your home, means to you.

𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐫 𝐠𝐢𝐫𝐥 ⟶ 19, infj, she/her

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as bakugou’s housewife, you’re always visiting his agency to bring him lunch or his colleagues some baked goods you made.

he grumbles when eijiro walks into his office holding your freshly-baked muffins and tells him how good they are.

“damn right, they are my wife made ‘em!” eijiro’s eyes widen before he chuckles, wiping away the crumbs from his lips with the back of his hand.

the redhead grins, “there’s more downstairs if you want some.” bakugou grunts out that he’s fine as he keeps his eyes on the report in front of him.

by the time his final meeting for the day is over, he’s in an awful mood. he trudges through the door, flinging his duffle bag near the shoe rack. you jump, your concentration interrupted by the loud noise. you turn around, hearing him stomping into the kitchen. your angry blond has his muscular arms folded across his chest and the deepest furrow in his brows.

“hi, suki!” you smile. he grumbles, lingering behind the island bench. you turn back around and stir the sauce for tonight’s spaghetti. the next few minutes are silent except for the bubbling of the tomato sauce and bakugou’s loud sighs and groans.

“how long are you gonna stand there huffing and puffing, mr big bad wolf?” you say cheekily.

your husband grunts, “don’t call me that.” he stalks up behind you, his calloused palms gripping your hips tightly.

you hum, “then spit it out. what’s got you in such a bad mood?” you squeal as he smacks your ass, flinching and immediately turning to face him. he’s so close his chest ghosts yours.

you stare up at him with wide eyes as you exclaim, “what was that for?!”

he smirks, all snarky, “you shouldn’t waste your time on those extras. you’re my wife.”

you gulp and sigh, “is that what this is about?” tch. “i was being nice, babe, because i’m your wife.” he rolls his eyes, his hands still on your hips. you shove him back with both hands on his pecs, taking the pro hero by surprise. he stumbles back slightly, glaring at you.

you turn the stove off and set the pot down on a silicone mat to let it cool. all the while, bakugou burns holes into you with his intense stare.

even though you’ve been together for a long time now, he still finds it hard to put his feelings into words and to say those words. the distance between you makes his heartache. he closes that gap, cuddling you from behind. you tell him to get off but he won’t budge.

the rest of the night is spent reassuring him that no, you’re not mad at him and yes, you love him more than anyone else (especially eijiro).