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spider monkey

hanta sero x fem!reader⋆｡°✩— college!au (still have quirks), hanta wants to recreate the iconic spiderman kiss with you, fluff, 1.6k words

a/n: for you @bloomstream

With a jangle of your keys, the door to your shared apartment opens. It’s a day like any other. You finished all your classes around 3pm and headed to the library to watch a few missed lectures. Before returning home, you grabbed some takeout from your boyfriend’s favourite noodle place.

And as you step inside, the salty-sweet scent of tender beef stir-fried noodles and miso soup diffusing in the air, you gasp at the utter pigsty before you. Books and couch cushions are scattered about the floor, the coffee table has been propped up against a wall, and there are metres of tape hanging from the ceiling fan.

You mutter in shock, “Oh my god.” Out of the corner of your eye, you see a swathe of black hair and pale skin darting about. With a thud, Hanta lands in front of you in a low crouch.

Rising to his full height, he takes the takeout from your hands and exclaims, “Thanks, babe! Did you get-oh fuck yea!” He leans down and chastely kisses your cheek before heading into the kitchen. Your wide eyes are glued to how perfectly he avoids every obstacle on the floor as he digs through the bag.

You point around your living dishevelled room while stuttering, “U-uh, Hanta, honey. W-what’s going on?” He chuckles warmly as he drops the takeout on the bench and fetches some bowls and cutlery.

He shrugs, “Just testing out my skills, spider monkey.” You take tentative steps toward the kitchen, trying your best to dodge the mess. You’re almost there when you nearly trip on a particularly large cushion. You catch yourself at the last second before you can fall flat on your face (with your heavy-ass fugly backpack on too).

With lightning reflexes, your boyfriend is already next to you, prepared to catch you should you wobble. He steadies you by your forearms, his thin brows furrowed and his full lips slightly pouty.

Hanta asks worriedly, “Are you okay, babe?” You nod and hum reassuringly as you let him guide you to the kitchen unscathed. He squeezes your arm gently before letting go and returning to dishing out your dinner. You lean on the bench with your chest resting on your elbows as you ask him about his day.

Same old, same old. He remarks, “I was actually re-watching Spider-Man.”

You laugh, “Oh yea? How many times is that now? Like 50?” He pushes two bowls toward you, one with your favourite noodles and the other with your soup, and gestures for you to sit down.

The tongs clank beside the sink as he says defensively, “Yea, yea, well… How many times have you rewatched Twilight?” Your mouth falls open, and your hand stills, sauce-slick noodles slipping from your chopsticks.

“Hey!” You call out as he grins cockily and plops down beside you.

“Just saying it like how it is, MJ,” he taunts, his smirk widening as he slurps on miso.

You groan as you pick at your noodles like they have personally offended you, “Will you stop calling me that? My name isn’t MJ.” With a comical gulp, he stares at you for a moment, seeming to assess you in great detail.

Hanta’s slender fingers tuck a stray lock of hair behind your ear, his fingertips ghosting your jaw. He finally cups your chin and turns your face toward him, tired eyes roving over your features.

All the cheekiness is gone from his expression as he says seriously, “Is that a new pimple?” You push his hand off as he guffaws.

You groan, “Just shut up and eat your noodles, will you?” His palm slams on the table as he doubles over from laughter, earning an eye roll from you.

You stuff your mouth full of yummy goodness, ignoring his heart-warming chuckles, especially how they melt you from the inside out and take off the edge from a long day at college.

He breathes out, “I-it hurts.”

After swallowing, you lick your lips and frown, “Damn right it should.” You reach for a napkin, but your boyfriend beats you to it. He cups your cheek with one hand and pats your oily lips with the serviette in his other. In return, you thumb his under-eyes, catching all of his stray tears.

He pouts as you draw back, “I’m sorry, babe. I couldn’t resist.” You shake your head.

“I know.” Hanta places the dirty napkin on the bench and releases you, resigned to watch in contentment as you continue eating. After a minute, you gaze at him and see his lazy smile and fond eyes, his cheek squished by the palm he’s resting it on.

With a mouth half full, you say, “What?” He chuckles softly as he shakes his head and turns back to his meal.

He mutters, “Nothing.”

Gulping down your food, you whisper-yell, “Is my pimple really that bad?”

He groans, “No, spider-monkey. I was just admiring my super hot girlfriend, jeez.”

Dabbing your mouth dry, you giggle, “Oh, well then, why didn’t you say so?” He sighs before munching on his noodles. As per usual, he finishes before you and starts cleaning up.

While Hanta’s putting the leftovers in the fridge, he reassures you, “Don’t worry, babe. I’m gonna fix the living room. Right after we kiss.” You nearly choked on your soup.

Coughing a little, you stutter, “W-what?”

He spins around and grins at you confidently, “I saw it today. You know, the iconic kiss scene? I was thinking that we could recreate it.” He stalks over to you and leans against the bench, his arms crossed as he continues, “I mean, I am kinda like Spider-Man, and you’re my MJ.” You roll your eyes and finish off your soup.

You thank your boyfriend while handing him your bowl, and he starts washing the dishes. You take up your rightful place by his side, drying and putting the dishes away once they’ve been cleaned. The rubbery snaps of the gloves cut through the quiet apartment as he yanks them off. He then wraps a strong arm around your shoulders and carefully leads you back to the living room.

Stopping in the middle, he raises his hands, palms facing you as he instructs, “Just stay there, okay?”

You whine, “But Hantaaaa, I’m gonna taste like noodles!” He drops his hands, head cocking to the side as gives you the “Are you being serious right now?” look. You nod and scamper off to the bathroom. You swish around mouthwash and spit it out before running back to him.

You chime whilst your heart pounds in your chest, “Okay, your turn!” He groans like this is the worst possible thing that’s ever happened to him and drags his feet to the bathroom, muttering to himself about how you two kiss all the time with morning breath or after dessert.

When he comes back, there’s a spring in his step. He stops in the hallway and calls out to you to stay right where you are. You nod and obey, slapping your palms on your sides as you wait for him to do his thing.

In the blink of an eye, tape shoots past you as he flies in front of you. You watch in awe as he rapidly jumps around the room, his tape sticking to various objects like the half-emptied bookshelves and couch until he wraps it around the tape-saturated ceiling fan.

You squeal as he covers it in impossibly more tape, “Hanta! You’re gonna break it, oh my god!” Your boyfriend has that cheeky smirk plastered across his face as he lowers himself down to you from the fan, hanging upside down. Your jaw is slack as he dangles right in front of you, his lips perfectly aligned with yours.

He says cockily, “You have a knack for getting in trouble.”

You groan, “Ugghhh Hanta.” You’re tempted to shove him just to see him swing from the ceiling, but you think better of it as you hear your fan creak.

He chuckles, “Fine fine, c’mere, MJ, n’ gimme a kiss.”

Sighing, you grab the sides of his face and tenderly kiss him. His lips are so warm and soft against yours, making you smirk. You knew that chapstick you bought for him last week was so worth it. He grips your hips and tugs you closer to him, making you yelp into his mouth. He swallows the sound whole as you tilt your head, the wet sounds of your kisses filling the air.

Once the ceiling fan groans like it’s on its last straw, you pull back and gaze up at it with wide eyes before looking at your boyfriend.

“Hanta!” You shriek.

He laughs breathily, “I know, I know. ‘M getting down now.”

You two spend the rest of the night cleaning up your living room. Hanta insisted that you sit down and relax, and you tried to really, took a shower, did a face mask and everything. But your poor pookie desperately needed help with ordering his comics by universe and release date. And the entire time, he was yapping off your ear about how cool he is.

Despite your attempts to humble him, you can’t help the smile permanently tattooed across your lips every time you think about your kiss, and more importantly, your very cool boyfriend.

you didn't realise they had a gf

bakugou, eijiro, hitoshi, izuku, shoto (in that order) ⋆｡°✩— college!au (i live in australia so idk if it's the same cause i based these on my uni experience so far), you're a lil flirty def some ulterior motives and you find out that they're taken, smau

what lurks in the dark pt.2

sub!bakugou x soft dom!succubus!reader⋆｡°✩ — nsfw, p in v, tender sex, kats is eager to please, mommy kink, kinda fluff/comfort, 4.8k words

pt.1

It’s been months since Katsuki last saw you.

Before that night, he always felt your looming presence; a set of invisible eyes on him at all times. But since you revealed yourself to him, that feeling has long faded. He’s more tired and irritable than ever, a side effect of your touch. Despite this, you're on his sweet lips every night like a prayer. In desperation, he begs you to return. Only for his needs to go unfulfilled; his bed remains empty of a certain seductress.

You haven’t been able to muster up the courage to go back since you tasted him. His unique flavour — etched into your memories, yearned for by your tastebuds — repels you. It’s unhealthy how the memories of that night are on repeat whenever you close your eyes. You can’t escape them. And you can’t feed when he’s always on your mind.

It drives you up the wall, desiring his taste and his touch, yet having to keep yourself away out of fear. Fear of what things could become should you return. In your madness, you convince yourself that if you see him one more time, this ache in your chest will be soothed. See him only, nothing else.

As the sun dips beneath the horizon, you come out of hiding. With lithe movements, you sneak into his home and situate yourself behind the TV in his living room. He’s not back yet, you notice. No, it’s far too dark and quiet for him to be here. Every tick of the clock makes your heart race a little faster. 7pm turns into 8pm, and there’s still no sign of him.

At last, when you are about to give up and go back to the hell you crawled out of, the front door bursts open and the light is flicked on. You squint from the harsh brightness, an exhausted-looking Katsuki stumbling in like a mirage. He hurls a heavy suitcase onto the couch before plopping down on it with a sigh. He’s got little cuts on his face, the blood freshly dried.

You sigh quietly. A strange mixture of relief and concern fills your being as your eyes rove over him. Just like you remember, but oddly not. His under eyes are darker than you remember, and he’s got a slight stubble growing. You gnaw at your lower lip, wondering if that night has been eating him alive the way it has been you.

Your eyes widen as he groans, rocking his hips forward. He whispers so quietly and breathily, you strain to hear it, “Baby, I miss you.” Your heart stops, and heat rises to your cheeks as his words play on loop in your head. What—who was he talking to? You barely peek out from the side of the TV to catch a better glimpse of him.

His head is thrown back and fists clenched as he murmurs, “Really fuckin’ miss you.” His head lolls forward, his eyes clamped shut as his teeth grit far too tightly together.

You feel powerless at this moment. Every fibre of your being is screaming at you to reveal yourself to him, to cup his sweet cheeks and kiss his chapped lips until they’re swollen and bitten. But the rational side of you keeps you firmly rooted to your hiding spot. Because he could be talking about someone else, for all you know. Maybe while you were gone, he found somebody—

His small voice breaks as he begs, “Please, just c-come back. Even for a minute. Just wanna see you again. Please.” A lump forms in your throat as sweat beads down your neck. Oh, Katsuki— What you wouldn’t give to be with him once more. But you can’t. Youcan’tyoucan’tyoucan’t, you remind yourself. Why can’t you again? You can’t remember. You clamp your lips together, silently pleading them to keep all the sighs and whimpers elicited from his pain locked inside.

You’re convinced your eyes are lying to you as you see a single tear roll down his cheek. He chokes out, “P-please, mommy.” His voice drops to a whisper. “Please.”

That’s it. You refuse to let him suffer any longer.

It all happens in a flash. Katsuki swears he sees something fly by; he even feels the wind from your body as it hurtles through the air, and he knows it’s for certain when the light flicks off. Once again, he’s painted in the pale moonlight (your favourite filter on him). But he’s not afraid of the shadows like he used to be. He’s rather comforted, actually, because he knows you're there. It’s either that or Denki is playing a sick prank on him. And if it’s the latter, then that menace is not gonna live to tell the tale.

You push your emotions behind your mask before cooing, “You really missed me, huh?” His head falls back again as he makes out your curvaceous figure in the darkness.

He chuckles sombrely, “Look at what you’ve done to me, woman.” You stride toward him slowly, rejoicing in how his ruby eyes are glued to your frame, tracing every dip and curve like he’s trying to commit them to memory (he is). When you reach the couch, your fingers thread through his messy, blond locks. His head moves with your fingers, leaning into your touch while his eyes close.

He sighs, “Hate you.”

You giggle, “Is that so? Doesn’t look that way to me.”

He grins tiredly, “Hate missin’ you all the fuckin’ time. Why did you abandon me?” You whimper at his words. ‘Abandon’? That cut deep into your heart. It wasn’t like that, you swear. You would never abandon him. You just… needed some time away. Yea.

You shake your head, saying earnestly, “I didn’t abandon you—”

“Yes,” he cuts you off sternly. “Yes, you did. You were with me, and then after taking me to fuckin’ heaven, you disappeared. You abandoned me.” His eyes flutter open and gaze into yours, all of his pain and yearning shining brightly within them. You shake your head again, trying to dismiss his words. But they hurt. A lot more than they should if they were lies.

Your fingers brush the tiny cuts on his cheek. You murmur, “What happened, Suki?” He laughs gruffly, the sound devoid of warmth.

He mumbles cockily, “Was on a mission. Thought you might mind the place for me.” You hum softly as your fingertips caress his jawline; the little hairs are prickly against your skin like a cactus. Breathing in, you waltz around the couch. You halt in front of him, your palms open by your side, tingly and aching for his touch.

Hearing your silent plea, he reaches out to you and takes both hands in his. Your fingers intertwine, his much thicker and longer than yours, yet fitting together seamlessly. He tugs you forward gently, guiding you to straddle his lap. Feeling your weight on him, he sighs, reminded of that night months ago. When you were hovering over him, doing unspeakable things to his body and rewiring his brain to only function when you’re nearby.

He opens his mouth to speak, but you immediately cover his lips with your palm. You shake your head and say lowly, “Please, no more talking. Let’s just be together right now.” He nods slowly as you remove your palm; it’s slightly from his warm breath. His hands drag down his slacks before he cups your waist. His touch makes your brain go all fuzzy; it turns your body all pliant and soft for him like jelly.

You slump forward, wrapping your arms around his neck and burying your face into the crook of it. There’s no strength left in your body to refuse him. Not when you’ve been trying so hard over these last few months. He smells like ash and toffee, a scent you’ve come to love. Your lungs sear with it as he becomes your sole source of oxygen. His body is so warm and hard against yours; comfortable, familiar. Your wings relax behind you, spreading out gently to cover both of you.

Katsuki whispers in your ear before you can stop him, “Can I touch them?” You hum in agreement. His fingertips caress the top of your wing before gently dragging down toward the spot where they jut out of your back. You sigh in delight, feeling utterly soothed by his considerate touch.

You mumble into his neck, “I’ve never had someone touch them before.” His hand on your wing stills as he gazes down at you.

He chuckles, the sound vibrating in his chest and turning your bones to goo, “Oh yea?” You hum and almost purr as he resumes caressing your wings, his other hand stroking your hair.

You two sit in an easy silence for a while, just basking in each other. There’s a certain chill in the air, which makes you huddle up closer. The moon’s glow illuminates your entwined figures, little shadows tracing the crevices of your bodies. Your hand slides down his chest and comes to rest on his heartbeat. It’s stable and slow, contrasting with how it was last time. You chastely kiss his jaw and neck before nibbling his earlobe like a bunny does a carrot.

Sighing, he brushes your hair back from your face and kisses your forehead sweetly. With one hand, he grabs yours again and intertwines your fingers. His other hand wraps around your waist, his thumb gently stroking the soft flesh and rolls.

Like the sinful temptress you are, you shift on his lap, your ass momentarily grinding into his groin. He groans, hands steadying you as he weighs up whether that was on purpose or not. And he knows it was when you shift again, pressing your ass way too hard into him. You whisper his name in his ear, earning a low hum from his chest. You continue, “Can we go to bed?”

He sweeps you up, one arm securely around your back while the other cradles your knees. Your arms tighten around his shoulders as you kiss and nip at his Adam’s apple. Katsuki navigates his home with precision in the dark. No light necessary, not once does he bang into a wall or accidentally knock anything with your foot.

Finally, he opens his bedroom door and lays you down in the centre of his plush bed. Just being in here, with the curtain open and light streaming in, makes you reminisce. You giggle, “You really should have drawn your curtains if you were going to be away on a mission. You wouldn’t want to give any passersby ideas, would you?”

He climbs on top of you, his hands planted on either side of your head as his lips meet yours in a tender kiss. He moans into your mouth, calloused palms cupping your cheeks and angling you just right. He doesn’t press too hard against you, no. You can feel it in how softly he caresses your jaw, he’s holding back. Not because he’s afraid that you could disappear at any moment (I mean, he is, but that’s besides the point). He’s holding back because he wants you to guide him, to show him how you need his affection right now.

Your teeth graze his lower lip, making him shiver. His lips part even more, letting you slip your tongue into his mouth. You moan, lapping at his cheeks and gums fervently. Your kiss turns sloppy, the wet sounds your saliva popping every time you two pull back for air. Spit drips from the corner of your lips, symbolising your hunger for each other. You rest your forehead against his, chuckling breathily as his thumb wipes away your drool.

You sigh, “Suki, can we take it slow tonight?” He gently kisses the tip of your nose and then your nose bridge, eyelids, eyebrows, and every little imperfection.

He mutters into your cheek, “’Course we can, mama.” You hum quietly, enjoying his light kisses. He trickles down your jaw to your neck, teeth nipping at your hot flesh every so often.

He mumbles beneath your ear, “How about I please you this time?” Your chuckle gets caught in a whimper he pulls from your throat with his tongue licking up the side of your neck.

You exhale, “Is that what you really want?” He pulls back and meets your gaze, his full lips swollen from all your kisses. He nods before leaning back down and pecking your lips.

He groans against them, “Never wanted anything more than you.”

You shift underneath him, running your fingers through his dishevelled hair as you whisper, “Show me.” He glances at your lips while he licks his own before meeting your gaze once more. You tilt your head back, a slight grin on your face as you brush your nose against his. He closes the distance between you, enveloping you in a heated kiss. Speaking of heat, his body is so hot and heavy on yours. He cages you in, causing you to forget about your surroundings. Everything else is silent, it’s like you’re the only two beings that exist right now.

Down your body he trails, leaving love bites and lingering kisses behind. He gazes up at you as his fingers rest on the band of your bralette, seeking permission to take it off. You nod, sitting up with his help as you turn around and point to the ties. You sigh as he undoes them and pulls the little piece of fabric off your body, casting it into the abyss of his room. You gasp as his hands encircle your waist and his lips kiss the small horn at the tip of your wing. The feeling of his lips has you shivering as they dote on your wings, tracing every edge and bone.

His hand wraps around your throat, gently tilting your head back as he captures your lips in another kiss. His other hand kneads your doughy hips. You mewl as he presses his chest into your wings, his hand slipping from your hip to your thigh and squeezing the fat there. You tug on his hair, arching your back to taste more of him.

He whines into your mouth, “Can I touch you here?” His fingertips ghost your barely covered cunt. You pull away from his kiss, your chest rising and falling as your other hand coils itself around his forearm.

You pant, “Of course, baby. Let me show you how, okay?” He nods eagerly as you slip his hand under your double slit skirt, fingertips brushing your clit. You sigh as you slide his fingers down your folds, pausing at the bottom to gather all of your arousal before bringing them back up. You guide him to repeat this motion a few more times, your eyes closed and head resting on his chest as you enjoy the sweet sensations.

You then drag his fingers to rest on your swollen bud and start with small, slow circles. Your hand shifts up to grasp his wrist as you moan, “Come on, honey. Just like that.” Your breasts heave up and down as his circles get faster and messier. Your grip on his wrist tightens, stuttered mewls falling from your bitten lips.

When he starts to move his fingers back and forth, you pull his hand off your pussy. You whine, “No, baby. Just circles, okay? You can do that later.” He groans against your ear, biting the shell of it as you bring his fingers back to your clit. His other hand presses down your tummy as he rubs your clit harder, eliciting louder moans from you.

You can feel the pleasure building in the pit of your stomach, like a knot being pulled tighter and tighter. So imagine your dismay when he stops all of a sudden and pulls his hand out from under your skirt.

You cry out, “Why’d you stop?!” You twist back to look at him, only to see his deep blush as he sucks your juices from his fingers. Your jaw drops slightly, and your eyes widen, seeing the desperate hollow of his cheeks.

He groans as he pulls his long digits out of his mouth, “You taste so good, mommy.” He gazes at you with low-lidded eyes, smirking, “Think I could eat you out this time?” You nod, robbed of your coherence. He presses into you, his body so hot you could melt.

He grunts, “What would be more comfortable for you? On your knees? Or on your back?”

You chirp breathily, “On my back.” He nods and holds your forearms and waist as you turn around and lie down. You rock your hips up to his without warning, spreading your legs wide for him. He gulps and kisses your forehead tenderly before shifting down your body.

Katsuki perches between your thighs, eyes roving over your cunt like it’s an artwork he’s admiring. He licks his lips ravenously, so eager to taste you again already. With one last lingering gaze at you, he dives in, slurping at your folds and sucking on your clit with fervour. Your back arches at the sensation, moans tumbling out of your mouth from how good it feels. You can hardly catch your breath with the pace he’s going at. It’s like he’s been starved, and tasting your sweet nectar has unlocked something deep within him. Something wild and unpredictable.

He never falters. Not for a second as he’s eating you out like no man ever has. Your arousal coats the lower half of his face, soaking him in the richest wine. It revitalises his weary muscles and foggy mind, offering him a sense of clarity he hasn’t had since you disappeared. And nothing could be clearer than how much he needs and craves you right now.

You’re beginning to think your blond is Cerberus in disguise with how gluttonously devours your pretty little cunt. You can’t stop whining and moaning. Your fingers are tangled in his hair and tugging at it every time he sucks extra hard on your clit. You call out his name into the void, and all you receive are his hungry slurps and the squelching of your wetness.

Your orgasm builds rapidly, reaching a crescendo as you scream out. You hear him chant into your folds, “Cum for me, mama. Please. Please cum.” You yank hard at his locks as your back arches so deeply, like you’re possessed. You are, by the intensity of your climax. It crashes down over you, swallowing you up whole like a tsunami. You scream out his name, the only word on your lips like a prayer, as his tongue doesn’t stop.

He drags your orgasm out of you, leaving you a shuddering, whimpering mess. Your thighs are clamped tightly around his head, threatening to squish his brains out, but he welcomes it. Hell, he even encourages it with the way he continues lapping at your juices like the famished dog he is.

You cry out, “Suki! Suki, that’s enough now! ‘M really sensitive.” Your voice is the only anchor in this sea of pleasure. He pulls off your clit with a groan and rests back on his haunches, his erection so fucking obvious in his black track pants it makes you whine, “Just a minute, baby. Just-just g-give me a minute to recover.” He nods slowly, eyes on your curves as his tongue licks his drenched lips.

Katsuki leans back down, hovering his body over yours. Your hands paw at his chest as your teary eyes find his. He presses the softest kiss to your nose tip before capturing your lips with his. You moan loudly, tasting yourself all over him and inside of his hot mouth. It’s enough to send fresh slick gushing from your twitching pussy.

You tilt your head back, lips separating from his as your noses brush. You exhale, “Suki… Fuck.” He chuckles, face glistening in the low light. You continue, “Suki, I-I need you.”

He pecks your lips before murmuring against them, “How do you need me, mama?” You take a moment to catch your breath, closing your eyes as your chest rises and falls heavily; the last little tremors of your orgasm leave your body. Your nipples brush against the cotton of his shirt, hard and a little sore.

You find his gaze once more, holding it steady as you whisper, “Need you inside of me, Suki. Right now.” His smirks, that lopsided grin doing everything to you. He swiftly pulls off his shirt, track pants, and underwear. The darkness consumes them as he hurls them off the bed, large veiny hands coming to stroke his equally veiny cock. You moan, watching him spread his pre-cum down his shaft.

You sit up and tug him down to you, whispering in his ear, “Come on, baby. I won’t last another minute without you in me.” He chuckles, his hot breath fanning your ear as his hand finds its place beside your head. His other hand continues to pump his cock. You both gaze at it, slightly blurred by the shadows. You lick your lips in anticipation and whimper as he drags his tip through your folds.

“Fuck-that feel so fucking good, Suki. Please-fuck, please put it in me, baby,” you whine. He leans down, his lips on yours as he prods your entrance. You cry out at the burning stretch of him, causing Katsuki to pull back with wide eyes.

He murmurs, his movements still, “You okay, angel?”

You nod and pout, “I’m not an angel.”

He presses his forehead to yours, cursing cockily, “You scared the fuckin’ life out of me, angel. Can I keep going?” You hum in agreement, letting his little pet name for you slide. You’ll tell him off for it later.

The stretch stings so bad from your months of celibacy. All you can do is grit your teeth and squeeze your eyes shut as you suck him in.

Katsuki notices your discomfort. He grabs your clenched fist with his free hand, forcing it open and intertwining his fingers with yours. The gesture makes you giggle, but as he bottoms out, that giggle turns into the most heart-wrenching whimper.

He gazes at you with furrowed eyebrows and a tight jaw, saying harshly, “Fuck, just tell me to stop. I know it hurts—”

“’M fine, Suki.” You cup his cheek with your other hand, meeting his intense eyes as you quietly reassure him, “It’s just been a while, m’kay? I’ll be fine.” He huffs, his nostrils flaring as he dips his head back down and kisses you tenderly.

Breaking the kiss, he grunts, “Just tell me when I can start moving, yea?” You hum and lean up, catching his lips again with yours. His tongue slips into your mouth, swirling and sucking yours as his body presses firmly into you. He doesn’t lay on you because he knows just how fucking heavy he is. But he shifts impossibly closer, the slightest movement of his hips sending yours bucking and your head tilting back with mewls spilling over.

You whine, “Please, baby. It’s okay now for you to move.” He grips the back of your neck and carefully guides your head back to face him, his gaze locked on yours as he slowly draws out of you and thrusts back in. You swear that simple, agonisingly slow movement has knocked the air out of your lungs. For so damn long you’ve been waiting for this moment, and now that it’s arrived, you’re in euphoria.

The sounds that his bucking hips tear from your throat are inhuman (as you are). He can’t get enough of it, his weight sinking into you as he clings to you for dear life. His muscular arms are wrapped tightly around your frame, his back hunched as he passionately drives his cock into you. His lips are by your ear, the sweetest whimpers falling from them. One of your hands entangles in his hair while the other caresses his shoulder blades (and occasionally squeezes and scratches them).

The lewd sounds of your sex fill the suddenly hot air. Your bodies, now one, shine in the blue hues of the moon. The shadow of your joint form is cast on the carpet, a masterpiece that will be gone once the sun rises. Pleasure shoots through your body as Katsuki thrusts into you particularly hard, earning a breathy moan from you. It prompts him to go harder, beginning a cycle of louder whines torn from both of you.

He mumbles in your ear, “Fuck, mommy. Y’feel so fuckin’ tight.” You grin cockily, only for it to be stolen once his hips snap into yours.

You groan, “Fuuckk, Kats. Right there, honey! Right there.” He thrusts into you harder and deeper, massive hands grabbing the back of your thighs and wrapping your legs around his waist to get the perfect angle. You’re winded as his tip hits that spongy spot deep within you. You can’t remember that last time you’d been fucked this good.

His goddamn thrusts shake every thought out of your mind, leaving you solely capable of moaning his name and praises. You mewl, “So fuckin’ good, baby. Love it when you fuck me like that-fuck! You’re so good to me, aren’t you?”

He groans in your ear before biting your earlobe, “’Course I am. God, you’re so perfect, mommy.” Your breasts bounce against his chest, the friction sending even more waves of pleasure down to your throbbing cunt. You clench around him, spurring him on. His lips embrace yours in a deep kiss, with your exhale becoming his inhale. As you pull back, you see the sheen of sweat dusting his tanned skin in the gentle light. You smile softly before tugging him back down into another soul-stealing kiss.

He mumbles into your mouth, “What’re you smilin’ about?” You giggle, a string of saliva connecting your tongues as you peer at him beneath thick lashes. It snaps as you grin, “You say I’m perfect but-you’re just as perfect.” He shakes his head, his hips stuttering from your compliment.

He grunts, “Whatever.” You chuckle airily as you bury your face in the crook of his neck.

You moan into his skin, “Please, don’t stop, baby. It feels so good.” He groans low, resuming his impassioned pace. His hands trail up your forearms, and his fingers intertwine with yours again. He pins both of your hands beside your head and licks his lips as he gazes at you, panting wildly.

You swear that this is the closest you’ll ever get to salvation as he continues fucking you. The pleasure goes straight to your core, growing until it bursts with a shriek.

Your eyes glaze over as your orgasm consumes you whole. It claws up from the pit of your tummy, ripping cries and screams out of you, all for the man buried balls deep inside of you. You can’t help but clamp down so fucking tightly around him till the point where he can’t not cum inside of you. You thrash beneath him, moaning and whining as he spills his hot load into you.

Katsuki sinks into you, keeping you steady as he falls apart on top of you. He gives you the fill of a thousand, satiating your ravenous hunger. But not for long. Soon enough, you’re hips buck up into his, rocking slowly as the overstimulation hits. He hisses at you about being sensitive right now, but you couldn’t care less. You need more. So much fucking more.

Until dawn, you’re on his case. You put his pro hero stamina to the test, barely giving him more than five minutes of rest before you’re climbing back on top of him, pushing his thick cock back inside of your snug walls and drawing orgasm after orgasm out of him.

By the time chiffon light streams into his bedroom, you’re both utterly spent and sleep-deprived. You lie there, bodies soaked in sweat and each other’s fluids, cuddling and whispering sweet nothings to one another. He begs you not to leave as the sky grows warmer, but you have to. You’re not meant for the light. He knows that. And he lets you go, reluctantly. Very reluctantly, after drowning you in his kisses and marks and demanding that you visit him again soon.

You place one last tender kiss on his lips before vanishing into the sun-soaked clouds.

A love so sweet yet cruel; utter bliss when together, only for a parasite to feed. Not that you want to, but that’s what you are. The demon in you, the demon you are, can’t tell the difference between the man you love and the man you fuck for survival. But you hope that one day, it will.

what lurks in the dark pt.1

sub!bakugou x soft dom!succubus!reader⋆｡°✩ — nsfw, titty fuck, reader is obsessed with suki, kinda dubcon, mommy kink, reader is curvy, she talks him through it hehe, 3.9k words

pt.2

a/n: had to watch porn as a reference, i hath been scarred by “SiR lOok AT aLL tHAt CUM FoR Me.”

Once darkness envelops the world, you rise. It’s your time. Time to feed upon the lewd desires festering in the human world. And there’s one man who’s caught your attention.

In silence, you’ve been watching him. You’ve memorised his daily routine; the way he groans and scrunches his eyes when he wakes up in delirium, to the little ‘ahs’ he releases when pushing till failure in the gym, and the thud of his black duffel bag landing on the floor after a long day at work.

Such a delicious treat, you can’t help but lick your lips and purr every time he gets in the shower. The steam leaves far too much to your imagination as water pelts down his hard body.

Your fellow succubi call you odd for your fascination. I mean, your purpose is to get what you need and get out. There’s no time to linger, always moving on to the next victim. But, you feel so drawn to this one man. His lopsided grin is so charming, and his crimson eyes are the shade of your wings. And those veiny hands and forearms— You feel as though he’s meant for you. Meant to be ruined by you, that is.

It all started when you caught a glimpse of him on your travels all those months ago. Sweat-soaked to the bone, clad in his hero costume with blood smeared down the side of his face. What a sight, you had thought. You lurked in the shadows, edging closer and closer to him. Your eyes were trailing the taut pull of his muscles as he delivered blow after blow to the poor villain. You giggled, excited by the violence.

After the villain was taken away, the blond stalked off, shouting about how this sudden incident had interrupted his plans. Intrigued, you followed him home. Much to your surprise, there were no such plans after work. No, all he did was go home, clean himself up and grumble, eat leftover takeout, and go to bed.

Since then, you’ve been visiting him and over time, your abstinence has only heightened your obsession. Now, you are nearing the point of madness. So desperate for his seed, yet too nervous to take it.

You’re a succubus! A demon so seductive men can’t take their eyes off you. They obey your every command, pliant to your desires. Why would this time be any different? Did you want it to be?

You resolve that tonight will be the night you’ll finally have your fill. With a sweet chuckle, you hide in his wardrobe just in time for when the bedroom door clanks open. In walks a muttering Katsuki (as you’ve learnt, that’s his name), his brows are furrowed and his eyes narrow as he strips off his black tank.

You hum quietly in delight, the blond oblivious to your presence. He throws his top on the floor before unbuckling his belt (your favourite sound) and shimmying out of his jeans. He groans as he kicks his clothes into a crumpled pile in the corner.

You suck in a sharp breath, eyes glued to his rolling contours of muscle and exposed skin. His slight tan, those scars and veins all for your enjoyment. Your heart rate picks up and tingles disperse throughout your body as your mind conjures the most unholy images of your shared night to come.

He hastily turns off the bedroom light and flops into bed, grumbling something about hero rankings. You wait until he’s settled beneath the blankets, drifting in a dreamless consciousness, to make your move.

You creep out of the wardrobe and tiptoe to his huge window. Moonlight pours into the room, illuminating a half-asleep Katsuki. The blue glow settles on his face, making him look ethereal, even with that small crease in his brow.

Bobbing down, you rustle the curtains. He stirs instantly, causing a smirk to rise to your lips. You knew he was a light sleeper due to his line of work. Always ready for a threat, he sits up, scrunching then rubbing his ruby eyes. They look iridescent in the low lighting. You brush your hand through the curtains again, drawing his shrewd gaze.

He blinks wearily, trying to discern whether something was there or if he was really losing it. You’re lost to the dark crevices between his bed and side table. He stares at the window for a moment before grunting and crashing back down, throwing the blankets over him.

You crawl to the edge of his bed, grinning from ear to ear. Your eyes feast upon his figure, making out all of his limbs. You lean down and pinch his toes with precision. He shouts and sits up, his pretty eyes wide as he stares at you in shock. A winged creature, beautiful, dangerous, and in the skimpiest little clothes.

You giggle, enjoying his gaze. He shakes his head and stares at you, questioning if this is all a dream. You grab his ankles and tug at them, dragging him partway down the bed.

He shrieks, “WHAT THE FUCK?!” The blond claws at his sheets as you release him. He quickly moves into a low crouch with his hands outstretched. The pale light catches the beads of sweat dotting his palms. You smirk.

He shouts, “WHAT’S GOING ON?! HOW’D YOU GET IN HERE?!” You place your pointer finger on your lips, shushing him. He glares at you as you sway your hips, slowly walking to his side of the bed.

“DON’T COME NEAR ME, FREAK!” He shuffles back, afraid of what you might do if you come too close. You giggle as you place your knee on the mattress, sitting down so the slit of your skirt shows off your thigh’s tender flesh.

You pout, “Freak?” Cocking your brow, you say smugly, “Wouldn’t you like to know?” You lean forward, both hands pressing into the blankets as you approach him.

“I’LL PUT YOU ON YOUR ASS!” He yells at you, small sparks flaring from his palms. With lightning speed, you launch at him. Your soft body slams into his hard one, pushing him down onto the bed. He shouts in fright at the force; you pin his wrists by the sides of his head. You hum playfully, revelling in the sight of his eyes blown wide and jaw slack.

You coo, “What’s wrong, Katsuki?” His chest heaves, a contrast to your steady breathing. He groans as his gaze accidentally drops to your full chest. Fuck. Why did you have to look so delectable?

You lick your lips, ready to devour him whole. You lean down, pressing your chest against his while your lips ghost his ear. You nibble on his ear lobe, earning a choked-up sound from him.

He grumbles, “The fuck you think you’re doin’?” He knows he could probably throw you off. I mean, he is a foot taller than you and a literal wall of muscle. But he’s paralysed. Even if he wanted to, he couldn’t move. Not a single inch without your command.

You whisper teasingly, “Aren’t you gonna put me on my ass?” He tenses up as you let go of his wrists, your hands stroking down his forearms. You squeeze them, groaning in his ear, “These drive me insane.” Your grip then shifts to his biceps. “And these,” you exhale hungrily.

He gulps as your hands slide to his bare pecs, your fingers circling his hard nipples. You suck on the sensitive spot beneath his ear, eliciting a groan as you pinch his nipples. You pull back with a sloppy sound and admire the fresh red mark you’ve left on his skin.

Your eyes find his as your hands slide up and wrap around his neck. You feel his Adam’s apple bob beneath your stroking thumbs. Giggling, you apply the lightest pressure and observe as Katsuki’s breath stammers.

He mutters, “Whaddya doin’ now, woman?”

You click your tongue at him, tutting low, “Don’t use that tone with me, baby.” He rolls his eyes at you. Fuckin brat. You grab his chin harshly with one hand, your long, cherry-red nails pressing into his cheeks. You tilt his head back, his lips parting just how you want them to.

Keeping a firm grip on his throat, you lean forward and brush your lips against his. You state against them, “You should know better than to sass me, Katsuki. I am a demon after all.”

Hearing your words, he lets out the quietest little whimper; music to your ears. You smirk against his full lips, “That’s it, honey. Now open up for me.” He’s obedient, letting you tip his head back and part his lips just as you requested.

Katsuki swears his heart misses a beat as you spit in his mouth. He stares at you, eyes dark as the clouds shadow the moon, unmoving. Your saliva spreads like wildfire across his tongue, so sweet. And as you push his mouth closed, he has no choice but to swallow it.

You praise him, “Look at you, being such a good boy for me, huh?” He opens his mouth to speak, but no words escape. Because there are no words.

He’s never been treated like this before. Never had a woman take control like this. His mind is racing just like his heartbeat, an anomaly in the quiet calm of the night. You chuckle before pressing your lips to his, kissing him tenderly. Your lips are even sweeter, unlike anyone he’s ever tasted before. Your kiss provides him with much-needed clarity, while your wandering hands have blood rushing to his neck and ears… and other places, too.

He yearns to touch you, yet a phantom still pins his hands next to his head. He tries to move them, but he can’t. Frustrated, he gently nibbles your lip, causing you to pull back in surprise. Your lips are slightly swollen, and your gaze is soft, twinkling in the renewed moonlight. You look so sumptuous in these small strips of fabric that dare to be called clothes.

You coo, “What is it, Katsuki?” You thumb the crease in his brow as you lean back down, your lips caressing his. “What’s got you all worked up?” You say far too innocently.

He huffs, “You do.” And now it’s your turn to roll your eyes.

You exhale, “Well, obviously.” Your gaze flickers to his lips for a moment before you continue, “It’s something else, though, isn’t it?” You kiss him once more, hoping that’ll soothe his nerves. But it seems to have the opposite effect. He grumbles into your mouth, “Fuckin’ pervert. Comin’ into my room, pinnin’ me down like this—”

You chomp on his bottom lip, making him yelp. He curses, “Like a fuckin’ piranha you are!” You chuckle, sitting back on his hips. Your mouth makes the cutest ‘O’ shape as you feel his bulge poking into your ass. You rock slightly on it, and Katsuki groans in response.

Your hands splay on his strong chest as you slowly grind your core against his hard-on through his trunks. You moan as his clothed tip brushes against your bare clit. You remark, “Already leaking for me, huh?”

He grunts, “Shut up.” You can see his flush and the red tips of his ears. It looks good on him. Really good.

You smirk, “You like that, baby?” You press down harder on him, earning you a delicious moan.

He chokes out, “G-get fucked!” Bakugou Katsuki, stuttering? In the past six months you’ve been watching him, he’s never stuttered. Not once. Not as he stubbed his toe. Not as he stitched his own wounds together because he’s stubborn shit who refuses to go to the hospital. Not even as his ultimate rival (and now “friend”), Deku, announced that he would be getting married before Katsuki could find a fucking girlfriend.

You giggle as you lean forward, seductively dragging your lower lip up his chest till you kiss his jaw. All the while still grinding on him. You purr in his ear, “Believe me, I’m trying to,” as you press your soaking entrance against the growing wet patch on his underwear. A groan is torn from his chest. It’s so yummy, you savor it.

As you lift your chest from his, you catch his wild eyes. They’re frantic, and his pupils are nice and big. You chuckle, the sound ringing in his ears.

He utters, “C-can I touch you?” You stop moving, half on his body, your clit against his heavy balls. You tilt your head to the side, watching the sea of emotions churning in his eyes.

You coo, “What was that?” You angle your ear toward him as he clears his throat. He hesitates, disdain filling him up at the thought of repeating himself. Of making such a desperate request.

He mumbles, “Can I touch you? Please.” He adds that last part as an afterthought. You hum as you lower your chest back to his, your noses brushing.

You stare at him dead on as you say cockily, “Do you think you deserve it?” He’s gagged by your words. Every muscle in his jaw has ceased to work as he tries to comprehend your words.

Eventually, he stutters, “D-do I? Of course I do I-I…” You slightly suck in your cheeks and pout your lips, thoroughly unimpressed by his answer.

You say bluntly, “That’s not good enough.” You cross the empty space between your lips, whispering against his, “Beg for it.” As you pull away, you can’t help the smirk curling on your lips from his doe eyes looking up at you; those soft kissable lips parted and so damn tempting.

You chuckle as you thumb his bottom lip, “Come on, honey. You do wanna touch me, don’t you?” He licks his lips, the tip of his pink tongue brushing your finger. You lean back down, grazing your noses softly as he takes a shaky breath in and inhales your sugary, velvety musk.

He closes his eyes as he exhales, “Please, let me—”

“Like you mean it, Katsuki,” you cut him off.

He grumbles, “I do mean it, fuckin’ hell!” Neither of you speaks for a few seconds. The only sounds permeating the silence are the distant honks of cars and the shaking of train tracks. He whines, “Please just-just let me feel you.”

You shrug, “Keep going.” He tries to avert his gaze from yours but he doesn’t have many options (your tits are the most appealing one).

He sighs heatedly, “It’s driving me fuckin’ insane not bein’ able to touch you. So please fuck, just let me.”

You like how pathetic looks on him. Giggling, you cup his cheeks and give him a chaste kiss.

“Maybe next time, Suki,” you chirp. “Can I call you that? Suki?” You tease him.

He grumbles, “Whatever,” as he watches you with lidded eyes pepper his jaw and neck with kisses. You work your way down to his pecs.

He moans shamefully as you take one of his nipples into your mouth and suck on the little peak. Your mouth is so hot, a welcome contrast to the cool night air. He wishes he could thread his hands through your hair, maybe tug on it— especially tug on it as you nibble on his nipple, causing him to cry out. You can’t help but feel cocky, his sounds spurring you on.

You latch onto his other nipple now, sucking it much harsher, which makes him curse beneath his breath. Your fingers play with the hard peak you can’t pleasure with your mouth, pinching and twisting, much to Katsuki’s (denied) delight.

Once you’re satisfied, you lick a strip up from the waistband of his trunks to his sternum. The blond can’t take his eyes off yours. You look so pretty like this, staring up at him all smiley. He notices just how long your tongue is, how it narrows with its length. He feels this overwhelming urge to kiss you. To have your tongue lapping at his own. To suck on it.

Your hands grip his ribcage and squeeze gently, more so to feel his bones than anything else. His heart rate picks up once more as you kiss each rung before easing down his abs to his underwear. Your fingers slide past the waistband and wrap around it before you yank them down with both hands. His cock spills out, hard and thick, with precum spewing down his length.

You chuckle, “Look at you, baby. So needy.” Katsuki frowns at your words, but the expression quickly fades as you wrap your hands around his cock and start firmly jerking him off. You spit on his tip, priding yourself in how your saliva drips down your fingers and mixes with fresh precum. You listen to his breaths grow more shallow and watch as his cock grows even harder in your grip.

You lower yourself down, face close to his length as you stroke it. After a few more jerks, you finally suck on his tip. His taste explodes all over your tongue like popping candy. That flavour. You moan, unable to hide how fucking good he tastes. You’ve been starving yourself for far too long, anxiously awaiting the moment you would have him in your mouth. And now that he is, you’re ravenous.

Slick oozes from your hole as you take more of his length into your mouth. Your eyes gaze up at him as you bob your head, your hands still working his shaft.

Katsuki starts to think he might be in love. Maybe the pleasure is getting to his head (it is), but you’re a sight for sore eyes. He’s drunk on the hollow of your cheeks, on your captivating eyes staring up at him, and on how magical your mouth feels. He swears he’s ascended to heaven from how pleasurable your mouth feels wrapped around his cock. He grunts as you deepthroat him, praying to the Lord for one chance. For one fucking chance to buck his hips and fuck your face.

He’s losing it, his eyes fluttering closed as you gag on him. He whimpers from that, the sound triggering even more arousal to slide down your inner thighs. You pull off his cock, just stroking it as you catch your breath.

You giggle, “Do you fuck mommy’s titties, Suki? I see you staring at them.”

He groans, “Ngh-no, no I don’t, mommy.”

You raise your brow at him, a teasing “Oh?” falling from your lips. “Is that right?” You tease. He nods frantically as if the last thing he wants you to do is titty fuck him. But you know better.

Sitting back on your haunches, you smooth your hair back and pull your little bralette to the side. Your breasts fall out and bounce together, making Katsuki spill even more pre-cum.

He grunts, “Fuck please, please don’t!”

“Why not?” You say sweetly, climbing off the bed to kneel on the floor. You grab his ankles once more and pull him toward you, making him cry out. You grab his cock and stroke it a couple more times before squishing your tits together around it. The softness of your breasts unleashes an unholy growl from his lips.

He grunts, “For fuck’s sake, I told you not to!”

With a creased brow, you retort, “Speak to me like that again and I’ll edge you until you’re crying, is that clear?”

The blond goes to grumble about how you can’t tell him what to do when suddenly, you glide your tits up his length. He hisses, silenced as you slide your chest down and then back up. The movement has Katsuki’s head tipping back, his lips parted as soft groans fall past them. Your soft skin, now wet from his cock, feels unreal. He can’t hold in his little cries for much longer.

You pant, “Look at me.” His body responds before he can, cock twitching and head snapping back to look down at you.

So perfect. You look so fucking perfect like this. On your knees with his cock between your tits.

You squeeze your breasts tighter around his length and start bouncing faster, making him whine uncontrollably. Never in his life did Katsuki think a woman would turn him into a mewling mess, but here you are, doing exactly that. And as frustrating as this whole situation is, he wouldn’t have it any other way. At least, not for tonight.

He can feel himself nearing his end, his cock twitching more and more violently as the seconds pass. You’re aware of just how close he’s getting. A grin is plastered across your face as he whimpers loudly, “Fuck mommy! Fuck ‘m gonna cum.”

You purr as you press your breasts even harder into his length, “Then cum f’me, baby. All over my tits.” That’s all it takes. His cum spurts all over your chest, the hot ropes searing into your skin as he groans loud.

Katsuki’s lying on clouds, watching the birds whirl past him with a drink in hand. Bliss. Pure blinding bliss as he rides out his orgasm. But his pleasure soon turns to stinging pain as you show no intention of stopping.

He whimpers, “Please-fuck, please, mommy, I’m done.”

“Be a good boy for mommy and take it, yea?” You coo, your tits still squeezing his length up and down, milking every last drop from him. He can feel tears pricking at the corners of his eyes from how overstimulated his cock is right now. He tries to tough it out and suck them back in like a man. But his body betrays him again as a few tears slip down his cheeks.

The soft lighting catches on those small streams, and you stop moving once you see them. Pulling back, you admire his work. You don’t try to wipe his cum off as you fix your bralette. You let it rest there, wearing his seed like a badge of honour.

Slowly, you stand up. You’re eye-to-eye, watching each other intently as the tension between you crackles and flares. What’s next? You wonder. You raise one of your hands to your mouth and make a show of licking his cum off your fingers. You see stars behind your eyelids as you taste it. A guttural moan tears up your throat. This is what you’ve been living for. What you’ve been craving for centuries. No one has ever tasted as good as he does.

Fuck.

Your slick has dripped down to your knees and your clit pulses with need. But you can’t fulfil those desires. Not tonight. Because for a split second there, you wanted to climb into his lap and brush his tears away and then shed some of your own. You wanted to cling to him as you tell him you’ve never felt this way about anyone else before.

But that’s not what succubi do.

In the blink of an eye, you’re gone. Katsuki stretches his hands out to where you were standing, confused and sombre. He calls for you, but he doesn’t even know your name. His voice is strangled as he yells into the darkness, ordering you to come back. Pleading for you to come back.

For the rest of the night, Katsuki questions whether that was real or not. But when he wakes up the next morning with the darkest, ugliest hickey he’s ever had, he knows that he’s been visited by a demon.

but eijiro as your gym crush and he helps you do those fuck ass bulgarian split squats like the manliest man he is.

it was another day at the gym. you usually go around midday when it’s the quietest, so you can focus solely on your workout. yea, that’s the only reason why. not because of a certain tall, handsome, muscular, red-haired sweetie pie you’re totally crushing on. i mean, not crushing on, obviously. ahem.

you gulp as your eyes find the pump of his biceps while he curls them with ungodly large dumbbells. you’re not ovulating. but seeing how fucking juicy those muscles look, especially in that forbidden muscle tee, you might as well be. the low lighting casts shadows that play hide and seek in the crevices of his arms and veins.

you gaze down, bright red spreading across your cheeks as you internally scold yourself for checking him out. an innocent man, just tryna get through his workout. as you’re tryna get through yours. shit! was that four or six? you do three more reps, just in case. you lick your sweaty lips while wiping your nape, unceremoniously rolling out of the leg press.

little did you know that the redhead you’re crushing on has had his soft eyes trained on you in the mirror for the entirety of his set.

a light blush dusts his cheeks, flattered by your excessive staring (but he’ll blame it on lifting so heavy). he sees the fitting booty shorts you’ve got on today, a stark contrast to the sweatpants or flares you usually wear. the curve of your muscles, the way they’re visible as you stand up, your quads and glutes looking so plump — he can feel the saliva pooling in his mouth.

you grab your towel and drink bottle before heading to the benches, right where your gym crush is placing down his dumbbells. your heart beats rapidly in your chest, your face heating up even more as you walk to the opposite end of the dumbbell rack and grab a pair of 4kgs. returning to your bench, you exchange a smile and a small wave with him.

you place your foot in the centre of the bench and start your set of bulgarian split squats, trying to ignore his presence just a couple of benches over. you train your eyes on the spot in front of you, willing yourself to keep a straight spine. but as you hear him grunt, you can’t help but gaze up.

your redhead’s doing shoulder presses. your favourite. you bite your lip as you drive your hips forward, ogling at every flex of his muscles, especially those veiny forearms and hands. fuck! you keep losing track of your reps. you add on an extra two but lose your balance as you’re coming back up.

awkwardly, you hop forward on one leg, dropping the dumbbell as you try to centre yourself. your sudden loss of composure doesn’t go unnoticed by a certain someone.

as you pick up the dumbbell and chuck it on the bench, he softly calls to you, “hey, are you okay?” you whip around and gaze up, looking into his crimson eyes. for a second, you forget to breathe, in awe of his beauty. he has such a nice jawline and cheekbones, and those long eyelashes are too kill for. you could swoon at any moment.

you stutter as you point at yourself pathetically, “m-me?” he nods, grinning warmly.

“yea. you had a bit of fall. are you feeling alright? do you need a hand or?” he stretches his hand out to you as if to steady you but you’re already steady. on the outside that is. on the inside, you’ve become a swirling mess of half-finished sentences and pounding heartbeats. you stare at his calloused and scarred palm, blood rushing to your cheeks.

you mutter, “o-oh no. that’s okay. i’m fine. um, yea thank you. thanks for checking up on me.” you slowly meet his eyes once more. he shakes his head, still smiling wide with those sharp teeth. they’re kinda cute, you think.

he says, “you don’t have to thank me. it’s my duty as a man to make sure you’re okay.” you blink at him dumbly as you chuckle, taken aback by this sentiment. he continues, “can i give you some pointers?”

your eyes widen as you utter, “y-yea, sure!” you watch as he shifts slightly closer to grab the dumbbells and demonstrate a few things you need to be mindful of.

as you listen, you’re torn between interpreting this as a mansplain or a helpful explanation. but as he continues on and answers your questions about form, you decide that indeed, he is just trying to help you.

as you try his technique, he stands there, observing your movements and gently guiding you to do better. shivers run up and down your spine as he carefully grips your shoulders, angling your body more forward to shift the focus of the split squat onto your glutes, rather than your quads.

by the end of his mini pt session, you’re feeling more confident about this movement than you are about your future. grinning, you chirp, “thanks for your help! i really appreciate it.” you stretch your hand out as you introduce yourself, “my name’s y/n, by the way.”

his much larger hand envelops yours as he shakes it firmly. you take note of how he doesn’t squeeze the life out of your hand. instead, he just holds it, not too tightly or too loosely. your heart stammers. “eijiro,” he smirks.

“eijiro,” you repeat, feeling his name in your mouth, tasting it and memorising the flavour for weeks to come. you exhale, “it’s nice to finally talk to you. i’ve seen you around a lot.”

“yea,” he chuckles.

you ask him, “so, what do you do for work?”

his jaw slackens and his short brows raise as he stammers, “uh just, you know, the usual.”

you giggle in disbelief, “the usual?” you’ve since let go of each other’s hands. now, he rubs the back of his neck, his eyes averted to one of the nearby squat racks. he’s thinking about how to tell you he’s a pro hero without telling you he’s a pro hero.

“i, uh, work in the justice system,” he mutters. your features soften with a sense of knowing.

you grin, “oh, the justice system? i see. that’s pretty cool. must take a toll on you, huh?” you gently elbow his arm, finding it to be much harder than you were expecting.

he laughs nervously, licking his lips before saying, “yea, it can sometimes. but i wouldn’t have it any other way.” just then, his phone rings obnoxiously in his pocket. he gives you apologetic eyes as he pulls it out. reading the name lighting up the screen, he hastily answers while giving you a thumbs up and walking off.

while you’re grabbing your gym bag, you bump into each other again. he apologises, sheepishly remarking how unmanly that was of him to take a phone call mid-conversation. you shrug it off and reassure him it’s fine, even suggesting he can make it up to you with a coffee date. he enthusiastically agrees and you two exchange numbers, intent on arranging a time soon.

you stride out of the gym with the biggest grin plastered on your lips and scream like a teenage girl once you shut your car door. for the rest of the day, you’re in a good mood, all because of the ten minutes you spent talking to this one man. your future man.

a/n: SEARCHING for a gym crush rn but I workout in the morning with all the millennial moms and dads and oldies😔 love all of you but why can't guys my age workout in the morning😭😭😭

after he proposed, you became a stay-at-home fiancé. and now, you’re getting into your ✨baking era✨.

you’ve been waiting for the bananas to get just ripe enough to make banana bread. the other day, when your beloved reached for one of those golden arches, you panicked and yelled at him to put it down.

shoto's beautiful eyes went so wide and his jaw slack as he took in the wild sight you were. he merely chuckled and placed the banana back in the fruit bowl as you ran over to him from your spot on the couch, apologising for raising your voice and reassuring him that his abstinence was for the good of your future baked treat.

you remember his sacrifice as you pour wholemeal flour into a large bowl and mix it with cinnamon and baking powder. you had a cute little apron on; the one you sewed from the vintage fabric shoto bought you for your birthday.

you hum softly as you mash the bananas in a separate bowl before adding the whisked eggs and vanilla extract. you’re determined to make him the best banana bread ever!

the sweet aroma fills the apartment as you rest your feet on the coffee table, allowing your creation to come to life in the oven. you check the time and sigh with relief as you calculate that you’ve still got an hour before shoto finishes patrol and retires to his agency to finish the banana bread.

once it’s golden brown, you take it out of the oven. you squeal in delight, seeing the swirly pattern you made with cinnamon and walnuts perfected. you let the banana bread cool for a good half an hour before taking it out of the pan, cutting it into thick slices, and popping a few in a container. you make sure to pack some butter, almond butter (his fav), and honey before leaving the apartment.

after getting off the train, you walk to his agency. you greet the receptionist who informs you that your hero just got back. with a ‘thank you!’, you take the elevator to the top floor.

you gently knock on his office door and push it open as you hear him call out from inside. he gazes at you with tender, mismatched eyes as you enter, shaking the banana bread container from side to side with excitement. 

you chirp, “i made you some banana bread, honey!” he hums as you walk further into the room. he’s got papers stacked in the corner of his desk and a mellow smile on his full lips as always. you pull up a chair and sit across from him, popping open the lid and letting the smell curl deliciously in the cold air. you fish around in your bag for the paper plates, cutlery, and toppings you brought. after setting them down in the middle of his wooden desk, you scoop him out a slice.

he mutters, “looks good, darling.”

you gaze at him, quirking a brow as you grin, “yea?” he hums and thanks you quietly as you push the plate toward him. he happily listens to you yap away as he spreads almond butter on his slice.

seeing you struggle to spread the butter across your slice, he gently takes the little container from your hands and heats it in his palm before buttering it for you. your heart melts as the butter does into the baked good while you watch him swipe the knife on the crust, getting all of that sweet-saltiness onto your treat.

you two eat quietly, just basking in each other’s presence. shoto breaks the silence with a quiet moan followed by, “this is really nice, babe. still warm.” you nod enthusiastically, overjoyed to hear his praise.

you giggle, “i made it just for you.” he looks at you, eyes full of love and cheekies full of yummy goodness. following a gulp, he licks his pink lips and thumbs the corner of yours, claiming you were a bit messy (you were, really). your heart spikes as he brings his pale thumb back to his lips, sucking off the disobedient butter.

it pains you to leave him, all glowy in the afternoon sun streaming through the windows, left to his mountain of reports and paperwork. but, he promises you that he’ll be home soon enough. after all, he can’t keep his hands off his beautiful fiancé for long.

imagine katsuki’s reaction to bunny fem!reader being clingy after sex.

he’s taking you from behind, his tip hitting that perfect spot inside of you. at this point, you’ve lost count of how many times you’ve cum.

as you feel that familiar tightening in your tummy, your moans become strangled.

katsuki groans with each rough thrust, “fuck—c’mon on, baby. c’mon on. cum f’me.” your moans reach a crescendo, building until you’re whimpering and shaking. your short nails dig hard enough into your palms to leave little marks.

you fall forward, face down on the bed, with your knees bent toward you. you're mewling from the pleasure your boyfriend’s cock ignites in you.

he rocks forward with you, your hips glued together and fluffy tail fluttering against his abs as he releases into you. he can’t help it (and he's stopped trying to), especially not when you’re clenching around him so tight.

the twitching of his cock and loud moans only make you tremble and whimper harder. your orgasm lasts longer than usual, little cries still escaping your lips as katsuki slowly draws out of your sopping cunt.

he rasps, “i’ll be back in a minute, baby.”

your eyes widen as you half push yourself up and twist back to look at him. you exclaim, “no!”

he’s got one leg off the bed when he stops, staring at you slack-jawed.

he quickly regains his composure, grinning, “i’ll just be a minute, doll—“

“no!” you grab his forearm and whimper as you pull yourself up onto your knees, edging closer to him.

seeing how shaky you are, katsuki climbs back onto the bed and wraps his arms around you. he tugs you into his chest, leaning to the side for a moment so he can wipe his sweaty palms on a pillow before stroking your long, floppy ears and hair.

he grumbles, “what’s gotten into you, brat?” you wince at the name and his tone, whimpering softly as you squeeze him tighter.

you mumble into his sweat-soaked neck, “please. need you.” you pull back and gaze at him, your eyes glassy.

katsuki’s heart misses a beat. all of a sudden, it’s like he can’t breathe. seeing his little girl all emotional and so damn cute has him in a chokehold.

he nods and lets you pull him down onto the bed with you. he holds you close and manoeuvres you so you’re lying together with your legs entangled.

your arms around around his neck as you press your tits against his (d^2 cup btw).

you sniffle, “need you ch-chest to chest, s-suki.” any cocky remark he usually would have cooked up is long gone as he holds you.

your body shudders as you sob into your boyfriend. he yanks the blankets up to your chin before running his fingers up and down your spine beneath them.

his eyes go wide as he feels the cocktail of his and your cum dripping onto his meaty thigh; the exact thing he was trying to prevent.

he grumbles, “yer makin’ a mess, bunny.” (shoot me the nickname is appropriate for the context it’s cute in my opinion if you don’t like it then scroll). his comment only makes you cry harder, a choked up “sorry” escaping your lips.

he draws you impossibly closer, earning a yelp from you as his wet thigh brushes your swollen clit.

“suki!” he kisses your soft ear, mumbling an apology into it.

after a few minutes, you calm down. sniffling, you pull back to gaze at him. your pretty eyes meet his as you stutter thickly, “p-please don’t le-leave me.”

katsuki’s brows knit together as he opens his mouth to tell you off for thinking he would ever consider it. but hearing your little whine from his scowl and seeing your cute little red nose twitching, he softens.

he sighs as one of his large hands pushes your face back into the crook of his neck. he mumbles into your hair, “'m not goin’ anywhere, alright?”

you whimper, “suki—"

he grumbles, “i mean it.” exhaling deeply, he says more gently this time, “i mean it, baby. ‘m not gonna leave you. nothing can ever take me away you, yea? ‘m all yours.”

you nod, your small palms pressed against his nape. you lean back and draw him into a delicate kiss.

katsuki whispers sweet praises and reassurances into your ear, making you feel safe and secure. after cuddling for a while, he coaxes you into letting him clean you up before you two fall asleep together.

a/n: i'm pretty sure this has been done before, but i hope you still like it!

okay but like bakugou x seamstress fem!reader. you’re a fashion designer and have your own small label. for every event your husband goes to, he’s in one of your designs that was, of course, made by you.

he groans as you sit on the floor, one knee bent as you push up your glasses. you’ve got your tape measure wrapped around katsuki’s lower leg.

he thinks you look absolutely adorable as you concentrate on taking his measurements. he still finds odd that you insist on always re-taking his measurements every few months, but he's learned to shrug it off and let you have your way.

“i wanna make sure your clothes look good, suki!” you chime. you pushed him back by the shoulders, leading him to the centre of the living room where he now stands, peering down at you.

tingles erupt underneath his skin as your delicate, pin-pricked fingertips run up his shin to his thigh, tape measure gliding through his blond hair. and when you gaze up at him with those pretty lined eyes, he comes undone.

his heart beats calmly as you say, “you’re thighs have gotten bigger.” tch.

he huffs, “what’s that supposed t’mean?” you poke his thigh innocently, meeting his crimson eyes with a similar look.

you grin, “probably because it’s winter.” you gaze back at the tape measure before recording his new measurement in your trusty notebook. you can feel him glaring at you, but you know it’s in jest. you then measure his other leg and hips.

coming to his waist, you giggle, “and your waist has gotten bigger too.”

your husband grumbles, “yea, well, don’t get used to it. by summer, it’ll all be gone.” you look up at him, your palm cupping his cheek as you guide his gaze to yours.

you say sweetly, “but i like you like this.” with your other hand, you poke the fresh fat of his tummy. there’s not too much. just enough so he’s more cuddly now.

“oi! quit it, brat!” he steps back, evading your wandering hands.

you pout playfully, “oh come on, suki! let me finish my measurements, please.” he gives in after a minute of staring down at you, feigning irritation whilst utterly entranced by your soft gaze.

once you finish, you peck him on the cheek and skip off happily to your sewing room to start designing his new suit.

…⊹₊⟡⋆…

at the annual pro heroes gala, no one can take their eyes off your husband. you really outdid yourself this time, sewing his suit to perfection.

you only finished it a few hours ago as you had been making some last-minute alterations. all of the sweat and tiny pricks and screaming as you seam ripped was all worth it as your husband looks delicious. you could take a bite out of him the way the fabric falls over his skin, hugging his 50 pounds of ass and meaty biceps. you can’t decide which one you want to devour first.

seeing your dazed expression, katsuki comes back to you, eager to rid himself of old acquaintances and false pleasantries. he wraps his arm around your waist, drawing you into his side tightly as he mutters into your hairline, “everything okay, sweets?”

you hum, snapping out of it and gazing up at him. you say quietly, “just thinking about how good you look tonight. everyone keeps staring at you.”

katsuki chuckles gruffly, the sound pure ecstasy to your ears. “all because of you, doll.” you shake your head in protest, but your husband grabs your chin and tilts it back. your lips brush lightly, teasingly.

he whispers against them, “why don’t cha let me show you how grateful i am?” you bite on your lower lip as you think over his offer that you’re bound to accept. the little movement drives him crazy. crazy enough to smash his lips onto yours as photographers rapidly snap pictures.

the next morning, you’re sore. there’s no doubt about that. you groan as you roll over, taking in a grinning katsuki as he pulls you close, hand in his phone as he scrolls through twitter.

there are a million comments about you both: your kiss, your incredible design and sewing skills, how hot pro hero dynamight is, how lucky you are to be his wife.

you tilt your head up and kiss his jaw, mumbling into it a sleepy “good morning”. he hums as he tightens his grip on your hips.

after bellowing about a comment he read, katsuki draws you in impossibly closer and kisses your forehead. the heat of his lips lingers on your skin as he peppers kisses down to your ear. he grumbles, “love you.”

you sigh, curling your toes from the warmth spreading throughout your body. “i love you, too.”

the bird in me

hawks x fem!reader⋆｡°✩ — bird mating drabbles, throwing up, you're a barista, fluff, sexual implications at the end, 3.5k words

a/n: this has to be one of my favourite works so far

regurgitation

it’s bad. every time he sees you, he can feel the churning in his stomach. something as simple as a smile or wave is enough to have his fist pressed to his lips, loudly clearing his suddenly tight throat.

every time you talk, he’s trying hard not to make a fool of himself (and failing miserably). he’s constantly ahem-ing or coughing, anything to push the rising bile back down his oesophagus.

he wills himself to be a man, to take the acidic burn with pride because he’s fortunate enough to be acknowledged by such a beautiful and intelligent girl. but by the five-minute mark, he’s excusing himself to the bathroom and throwing up this morning’s breakfast.

you thought he was just shy at first, but as it continues to happen, you begin to think he doesn’t like you.

the bell chimes as the café door swings shut. you gaze over the coffee machine, spotting those bright red feathers against the gloom of the night.

you take a deep breath in, rolling your eyes as you drawl, “we closed ten minutes ago, mr hawks.” a nervous laugh, your interest is piqued.

“i know, dove, but i wanted to see you,” he says confidently, only to clear his throat right afterwards.

your brow furrows, and you say more bluntly than intended, “well, i don’t know. you’re always trying to run away from me. your usual?”

“yes please,” he says, waltzing over to you. he rests his weight against the bench, watching you brew his double-shot cappuccino. ahem. he continues. “and i’m not trying to run away from you. never have—”

“doesn’t seem that way to me,” you cut him off. he coughs ostentatiously into his elbow, his face heating up from the sheer strength it’s taking to not throw up right now. he can’t help it!

you continue as you pour the thick foam into the takeaway cup, “you’ve only got few minutes for me before you’re dashing off. i mean i know you’re busy, but do you not have any better excuses? like, for a pro hero, you sure are shit at lying.” you’re glaring holes into the creamy milk as you shake chocolate powder on top of it.

you mumble, “if you don’t like me you can just say so.” the snap of the lid on the little paper cup echoes through the empty café. hawks hears his heart crack a little at your words. not like you? how could he not like you?! wasn’t it obvious—ahem!

he gasps, “bathroom?” you roll your eyes.

“at the back. hey!” your arms are raised as you glare after him, watching as he rushes to the bathroom.

you whisper-yell to yourself, “what the fuck?!” you slide his hot coffee to the edge of the bench and huff, fed up with his perplexing behaviour. if the night wasn’t so still, and the streets surrounding your tiny café so quiet, you wouldn’t have heard him violently throwing up in the men’s bathroom. but you do.

your eyes widen and then crinkle as you wince, wishing that such disgusting sounds weren’t ricocheting off the walls. you pull the bow of your apron loose and shrug it off, leaving it on a nearby table as you make your way to the bathrooms.

you hear the toilet flush as you body slam the heavy, olive green door open. white lights sting your eyes as you search for any sign of your most loyal customer. you find him resting against an open stall door, eyes closed, lips chapped, and forehead beading with sweat.

“mr hawks?” you say gently. his golden eyes shoot open and find you immediately. he smiles incredulously, and his voice is thick as he rasps, “this is the men’s ro—”

“shut the fuck up. are you okay?” you shift closer to him, but he moves back, calves hitting the toilet seat. you stop in your tracks, caging him in the small stall. his eyes dart to the side as he weighs up how to get out of the corner he’s backed himself into.

seeing his nervousness, you sigh. you turn and begin to walk out of the bathroom. he catches your elbow by the sinks and pulls you into his chest. you yelp as you hit his solid frame, utterly bewildered. his large hands gently squeeze your upper arms as you tilt your head up, gazing at him.

you mutter, “what is it?” he shakes his head, eyes dropping and unintentionally resting on your collarbone peeking out of your uniform. great, the pro hero thinks. that familiar sensation is reignited at the base of his throat.

he chokes out, “i-just give me a minute.” he let’s go of your arms and wanders back into the stall, shutting the door and bolting it this time. you groan, wrapping your arms around yourself as you listen to him throw up again, his chunky symphony amplified by these fuck ass tiles.

interjecting the flush of the toilet is the stall door slamming open. out strolls a lazily grinning hawks. he chuckles, “don’t tell me you have to clean in here.”

you sigh, “of course i do.”

he stops in front of you and shrugs, “then give me the mop and bucket and i’ll take care of it, alright?”

you shake your head, muttering, “look don’t worry about that. are you okay? what’s going on? you just threw up like twice. do you have food pois—”

“i feel great, actually. now, about what you were saying earlier,” he reaches out and takes your hands in his awfully clammy ones.

your shoulders slump as you huff, trying to pull your hands back. “hawks—”

“ya know, i really wish you would stop calling me that, dove.” he draws you in close, his body heat seeping through his clothes into you.

you retort, “and i really wish that you would stop interrupting me.” he opens his mouth, sucking in a breath as though he’s about to speak, and then he doesn’t.

the stifling air is quiet for a moment before the pro hero mutters, “sorry.” you shake your head as your mouth draws into a hard line. but you inevitably soften as he jerks away from you, coughing.

quietening down, he rasps, “i really like you, okay? i’m not trying to run away from you. quite the opposite, actually.” he rubs the back of his neck sheepishly, concerned that you can feel his heart jumping out of his chest. at least his stomach isn’t lurching anymore. he really did need that release.

seconds pass in tense silence as you wait for him to explain. he sighs, “i swear, y/n, i like you.”

“but,” you say, emphasising the ‘t’. he looks away from you, gathering his courage for what he’s about to say.

he breathes out, “don’t laugh, okay?” you nod, about to tear your hair out from the suspense. this man really knows how to dodge questions, you think.

“every time i see you… i wanna throw up.” he mutters that last part at the end as he gazes down at the minute crevices between your bodies.

your eyes widen as you exclaim, “you what?!” he grip tightens on your hands as he shakes his head fervently.

“because-um-it’s a bird thing. i wanna throw up because i like you, okay?” your mouth hangs half-open as you try to register his words.

he brings your hands to his lips and chastely kisses your knuckles. you stare at him in disbelief, stuttering, “i-it’s a bird thing? you-you wanting to throw up every time you see me?”

he nods, “technically, i want to regurgitate every time i see you. the bird part of me wants to prove to you that i’m a good partner.”

that night, you make sure he’s had some food and electrolytes before drinking his cold cappuccino.

preening

ever since you two started dating, it’s become a routine for kei to preen his feathers just before bed, and for you to simply sit across from him on the sofa, reading a book, scrolling on your phone, or watching him.

but tonight as you take up your usual spot on the couch, kei plops down next to you. he gently nudges your arm, catching your attention.

you mumble, “what is it, babe?” as you lock your phone. he kisses from your cheek to your jaw, earning an airy giggle from you.

he mutters into your skin, “will you preen my wings tonight?” your eyes widen as you let out a stuttered breath.

you pull back, saying nervously, “k-kei, honey, you sure? i’ve never preened anything before.” he hums as he slides off the couch and sits on the floor in front of you. he holds up a bottle of oil and you take it from him while explains how to preen his feathers.

you start with the feathers closest to his body and work your way out, from top to bottom. as your fingers work over his feathers, pulling debris from them and realigning the barbs, your bird boy hums.

you drop another piece of tarmac on the coffee table, saying, “you could hide a fucking road in here with how much rubble i’m pulling out right now.” kei chuckles and sighs, feeling you remove yet another remnant of today’s battles.

“are they always this dirty?” you question. your hero nods. it takes longer for you to preen him than if kei were to preen his feathers, but he appreciates your delicate and loving touch.

and the next night, he asks if you can preen his wings again. and soon, your routine has changed to you preening his feathers every night before bed.

gift-giving, scent marking, nesting

the cold winter nights warm and scrawny branches bloom with flowers, signifying that spring has arrived.

it was subtle at first, kei would bring home flowers for you every few days, claiming that his perfect girl deserved to be spoiled. and he claimed the same when he started making the most delicious dinners for you two every night, and when he started gifting you the most luxurious necklaces and shoes and bags you’ve ever owned.

when you woke up this morning, your bed sheets smelt of citrus. so fresh and divine, you sighed and rolled around, cocooning yourself in the quilt to get another whiff of that scent. you liked the smell so much that you got out of bed still wrapped up in the quilt, and dragged it around home with you all day (it’s your day off).

as kei closes the door behind him after another long day, you rush up to him, quilt left lonely. you throw yourself into his awaiting arms, sighing as his zesty scent washes over you. you sigh, melding your body against his as you inhale his musk.

he chuckles softly, “hey, dove. missed me, huh?”

you hum and mumble into his compression shirt, “you smell so good. since when did you smell like citrus though?” pulling back and pointing to the quilt on the sofa, you continue, “i thought you just bought some new laundry detergent or something.”

kei shrugs it off, claiming that he bought a new cologne (lies). but not before he draws you back into his arms and rubs the side of his face and neck all over your face and neck. sighing, you let him off the hook but resolve to keep an eye on him.

rummaging through his duffle bag, he says excitedly, "d'you wanna see what i got you, dove?" you press your lips together, disappointed by kei's spending habits lately. but not for long as he hands you a sealed box of the perfume you've been eying for years (it's vanilla2 by maison tahité for me).

you squeal in delight and thank him profusely, smothering his cheeks and lips and stubble with kisses before skipping off to your room to try your new perfume (kei rocks you gently as you have a cry over how blessed you are to have such an attentive partner).

for the next week, you swear you can hear shuffling in the early hours of the morning. as soon as you lift your head off the pillows though and search the dark room for some kind of movement, everything stills. you usually fall back asleep, but tonight is a bit different.

again, you wake to muffled sounds emanating from somewhere in your apartment. groaning, you bury your head into your pillow, only to rise from it a minute later when you hear a loud thud. roused from your sleepy daze, you get out of bed and caress the door frame for wayyy too long before you eventually find the light switch.

your eyes adjust to the sudden brightness quickly, and everything looks the same as it usually does. but something is missing. or rather, someone.

you step out of your shared bedroom and stare down the hall, seeing a familiar glow curling its fingers beneath one of the doors. as you approach it, you realise that the light is coming from kei’s office.

but it’s not just the light that is coming from his office. this sound, like something sliding against the floorboards, resonates from behind the wooden door.

you stand outside his office, leaning your ear against the door to eavesdrop. but the noise stops abruptly, as if kei (who you assume is inside) knows you’re right there.

you turn the doorknob and push the door open, revealing a dishevelled-looking kei amidst a heap of blankets. you blink at him dumbly, sleepily, and confused.

“kei,” you drawl. “what’re you doing?” he chuckles nervously as he stands from his crouched position and comes over to you, tripping on a blanket’s edge in the process. you catch his upper arms and help him to steady himself.

he gazes at you frantically, muttering, “’mnotdoinganythingchickpea. whydon’twegobacktobed?” his hands encircle your wrists and gently push you back toward the door. you shake your head.

“keigo takami,” you say in that serious tone parents reserve for when their child misbehaves. “what’re tryna hide from me?”

“nothing!” he exclaims far too loudly and quickly. you raise your brow at him while your eyes trail over his messy hair and half-unbuttoned pj shirt. you catch a glimpse of his toned muscles and golden-brown snail trail beneath the soft cotton. you gulp and avert your eyes to the mess behind him. he side steps, blocking your view.

you groan, “keigo.”

“please dove, promise i’ll show you later, okay?” he pleads.

you roll your eyes, sighing, “you cooking up a grand masterpiece or something back there?” he nods and hums. you let him have his way, following him back to bed and curling tight into his chest, hoping he won’t be able to get away without waking you.

for the next week, you’re banned from entering kei’s office. he claims that he’s working on a big surprise for you, which melts your heart and makes you laugh.

one night after dinner, he takes you by the hand and leads you to his office. dramatic as ever, he makes you close your eyes before he opens the door and guides you inside. when you open your eyes, you see the fruits of his efforts.

before you lies a little nook crafted out of throws and cushions. you giggle as you take in his little nest. it looks so cosy and inviting. 

you exclaim, “kei, this is so sweet!” you turn around and warmly hug him, content to nuzzle into his zesty scent. he kisses your forehead and nudges you closer to his nest. he holds your hand as you sit down in the centre of it, relishing in his overpowering musk. he sits next to you and cuddles with you, peppering your face and neck with tender kisses as he mumbles against your hot flesh how much he loves you.

interpretive dance and singing

it’s the peak of spring; the flowers are in full bloom, the skies are blue, and the temperature is just right for you to wear all your favourite dresses.

tonight is like most other nights. after preening kei’s feathers, you take a shower. you’re soothing moisturiser into your skin as your boyfriend comes into view. you gaze at him in the mirror, smiling brightly. he wraps his arms around your waist and pulls you close, ignorant of the damp towel enveloping your body.

pouring body oil into your palm, you tell him to move. but he doesn’t budge an inch. instead, he wipes the oil out of your palm and warms it in his rough hands. he caresses your shoulders, briefly massaging them before rubbing the oil into your back. his fingertips dip below the towel’s edge, earning a sigh from you.

you tilt your head back to look at your lover. he grins down at you and gently kisses you while wrapping his arms around yours and pulling you back into his firm body.

craving his sweetness, you turn around in his hold, cupping his cheeks and deepening the kiss. tongues swirl and ignite a buried fire in the pits of your stomachs.

kei’s hands roam your body as he sucks on your lower lip. such teasing touches have your towel slipping and eventually pooling on the bathroom floor. he grips your hips, squeezing them as he groans into your mouth.

you two separate for a brief moment, catching your breath and each other’s eyes. he gazes at you lustfully; he’s desperate to mould your body to his all night long, to make you his in the most intimate of ways.

your fingers trail up his exposed biceps before you wrap your arms around his neck. you draw him down to you, smirking as you whisper in his ear, “i know you want me, baby.”

he chuckles gruffly against your skin, the sound doing unholy things to you. his citrusy scent is intoxicating up this close. you breathe in deeply, his thick musk filling your lungs.

he rasps, “yea, i do. i want you so bad, dove.” you hum before nipping at his ear lobe. the small gesture sends a thrill of pleasure shuddering throughout his body.

kei should know this by now, but nothing comes for free. he’s seen the cruelty of this world, and even though you’re his escape from it all, he shouldn’t be as wide-eyed and breathless from your next words.

“oh yea? show me,” you whisper seductively. it’s like everything was dark before you spoke. and now that you have, the lights have been switched on. your words are like the gospel, true and calling him to action. and yet, they’re so impure. kei has been enlightened.

he steps back from you, the cool air wafting over your bare skin. your nipples harden as you bite your lip, looking at him nervously. your lover shakes his head, saying lowly, “meet me in the living room once you’re done.” you hum as you nod, rather intrigued by kei’s sudden change in mood.

when you’ve finally finished your post-shower routine, you head to the living room. your jaw slackens, and your brows raise as you enter, seeing the coffee table moved and couches pushed back to create space in the centre. you blink dumbly as he comes over to you.

he wraps an arm around your shoulders and leads you to one of the sofas, saying cockily, “take a seat, chickpea.” you follow his instruction, making yourself comfortable on the sofa while your boyfriend steps back. he catches your eyes, the look in his awfully serious.

you ask confused, “kei, what’s going on?” he shakes his head.

clearing his throat, he begins to sing. you blink at him dumbly as you register his sweet praises that are surprisingly on-key. he spreads his arms wide before rolling his wrists and body in time with his words. you grab the nearest cushion and hold it tight as your mouth hangs open.

your eyes are trained on his quick, rhythmic movements. he spins around and jumps, his voice never faltering. you shriek playfully as he locks eyes with you. his wings spread out to his sides, his beautiful feathers on full display. you can feel your face heating up, cooking beneath the heat of this moment.

you can’t stop staring at him, drinking in how good he is at interpretive dance. you shriek again as he slaps his thighs in a wide stance. your laugh is stuttered as you raise the cushion up, blocking your view of him.

his singing stops and in a moment, the cushion is snatched from your hands and hurled across the room.

he pants, “’m not done, dove. watch me.”

you stutter in disbelief, “n-not done?” he hums as he steps back, ready to continue his performance.

shaking your head, you exclaim, “kei, kei, it’s okay! you don’t have to keep going.”

he pouts, “don’t you like my dance? or my song?” you’re rendered speechless as you stare at him. he tilts his head toward you expectantly, but you can’t speak. you’re far too stunned by his musical display to say anything. the air shifts as he chuckles softly and steps toward you. he plops down on top of you, squishing you against the sofa.

he mutters into the crook of your neck, “did i show you have much i want you?” you groan from his weight as you thread your fingers through his hair.

you kiss his damp forehead, saying amusedly, “oh yea. i, uh, i liked that song you sang. what’s it called? ‘the bird in me’?” he bites your shoulder lightly, but the sudden sensation makes you gasp.

your hands are already shoving at his chest as he grunts sarcastically, “yea, it’s called ‘the bird in me’. i wrote it just for you, chickpea.” he raises his head and pulls off you a little, giving you a bit of breathing room. your chest rises high, grazing his as you take in the mischievous glint in his eyes.

“now, let me have my reward.”

Hellooo, i really love all your bnha fics! And i was thinking that if you could write a little something about like class 1-A as a pack, maybe? Any dynamics you want in any kind of genre. I just really lack bnha pack fics and i want some😅😭

(most of) 1-a pack dynamics

alphas: bakugou, kiri, shoto, izuku, mina, tenya, momo betas: hanta, jirou, asui, tokoyami, shoji omegas: denki, ochaco

domestic setting, fluff, sexual implications at the end

bakugou is the designated cook ⟶ when he's not training, he's in the kitchen cooking up a storm

always piling heaps of food on the omegas plates

"why're you not eating?! i made that fresh just for you, ungrateful brat!" (affectionate)

who gets to sit at the head of the table? the alphas had a brawl a few hours after moving in to settle the issue

shoto, bakugou, and izuku were left standing, bruised, bloody and ready to rip out each other's throats for that seat

hanta and asui insisted on a truce ⟶ a daily roster where one alpha gets to sit at the head of table for one day and then a different one sits there the next day

any slightest disagreement between the alphas = brawl outside

i think baku would also shove izuku any chance he gets ⟶ izu's just tryna hang up some laundry while chatting with asui when he gets pushed into the linen sheet rippling in the wind

the culprit walks away with that lopsided grin

honestly, i think baku would shove everyone but he just shoves izu extra hard (and then baku would brawl with anyone who shoves izu because only he gets to shove izu, duh)

one time, kiri accidentally shoulders ochaco in passing ⟶ man is on his knees begging for forgiveness as hanta and denki give him shit for being unmanly

ochaco just stands their rubbing her sore shoulder and insisting that she's fine

on hot summer days, asui, denki, and shoto would make snowcones ⟶ denki coaches shoto on current slang while asui cooks the syrup on the stove and shoto shaves the ice

kiri helps them distribute the snow cones to everyone

for the rest of the afternoon, shoto says the most out-of-pocket things ⟶ "these snowcones are so good! what flavour is this one?" "chat, is this skibidi rizz?"

denki gives him a thumbs up before cackling and choking on his snowcone

i'm sorry (i'm also cackling), i think tokoyami would try to imitate the alphas (biting off more than he can chew, a bit brash, physical ⟶ so like baku basically)

tenya calls a family meeting one night when tokoyami isn't home ⟶ baku thinks it's funny, ochaco feels bad for tokoyami, and izuku thinks someone needs to tell him

and then tokoyami just opens the door and all eyes are on him

"WHAT'RE YOU DOIN' BACK ALREADY?!" bakugou yells at him

izuku invites him to have seat and starts with, "you're not in trouble, we just noticed that [heroic inspirational speech about accepting yourself]."

tokoyami's blushing so hard from embarrassment and so grateful that no one can see it

he would lean on the other betas for direction in his life and self-acceptance ⟶ looking back, he's really grateful that everyone said something and didn't let him continue to make a fool of himself

i think shoto would be the family credit card ⟶ any purchases 1-a wants to make has to go through him

denki cries when shoto rejects his request to buy a $400 anime figurine (shoto gets it for him for his bday)

on that note, shoto would also track all of the pack's expenses ⟶ sitting at his desk late into the night, reading glasses slipping down his nose (gnawing at the bars of my enclosure)

izu convinces him to come shower with the rest of the alphas arkjnwjnfnwqfbj

yes, the alphas shower together ⟶ tenya was very hesitant at first, especially since mina wanted to join, but with some convincing (a pros and cons list), he was in

the testosterone levels are suffocating when more than one alpha is rutting ⟶ like imagine baku + shoto + kiri all rutting at the same time

betas would be working overtime neutralising those pheromones

orgys are definitely on the table (there's no such thing as monogamy in this household) ⟶ alphas n' omegas supporting each other😁

and on that note, rut + heat cycle calendar on the fridge

denki and ochaco bonding when one of their heat's is approaching ⟶ painting each other's nails while gossiping, cute lil bunny and bear headbands, doing their skincare routines together, cuddling together in their respective nest's and watching romcoms

but when their heat arrives... i would imagine it's like a frothing at the mouth control yourself situation for the alphas

like... who gets it first? who does the omega want to soothe their heat?

i think ochaco would obvs go for izuku, but she has a sweet spot for baku🫣🫦

baku brat-tamer when denki's in his heat convince me otherwise

a/n: i hope this has fed you well, dear nonnie. i really liked this request. it's different to anything i've written before. sloppy kisses for you mwah!

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shinsou hitoshi x fem!reader ⋆｡°✩ — nsfw, porn link below, spanking, bondage, shinsou's a pro hero (and a freak), implied penetrative sex, oral sex f!receiving, 3.3k words

twitter porn video mentioned in the fic here (watch and read at your own risk; please be responsible; you have to login to watch it)

inspired by @missdynamighttt's 'bakugou twitter porn links'

You were scrolling through Twitter mindlessly until you came across a rather… lewd video. You haven’t been on Twitter in ages and were oblivious to the kind of sensitive content circulating on the app until now.

Curiously, you click on the ‘show content’ banner and watch with wide eyes as a woman gets pounded by her lover. What catches your eye is the white strap binding her ankles to her hands. It’s tied so prettily, almost like a bow around her wrists. You tilt your head, letting the video replay as you get a better look at the bonds.

Unbeknownst to you, your lover has strode into the living room, utterly bewildered by the foreign moans rippling off the warm walls. He’s dripping wet, fresh out of the shower. He clears his throat and you look up, seeing him standing tall above you. He smiles lazily at you and leans over to glimpse your screen.

“Whatcha watching, doll?” You turn your phone around, and he takes it from your hands. Your eyes rove over his frame, relishing the clear droplets beading his lavender locks and defined contours.

You laugh nervously, “Y-yea I was just scrolling, and this came up.” He gazes at you briefly, a smirk lingering on his full lips.

“Oh yea?” His voice is raspy, just the way you like it. You nod enthusiastically, feeling a familiar heat crawling up your cheeks. He shrugs and hands your phone back to you before walking off.

You call out, “Yea u-um, yea that was weird.” He stops near the TV, noticing the high pitch of your voice. He half-turns back to gaze at you.

“Yea,” he says, smiling. You can hear your heart thumping in your chest as the seconds pass in silence. What were you doing?! It’s just a video you usually wouldn’t have bat an eyelash at. But now that your boyfriend is here, looking so delectable… Your mind is a mess; any coherent thought left leaks out of your ears.

“Anything else, kitten?” He asks cockily. His brow is raised slightly as he glances you up and down. You gulp.

“N-no, ugh, well…” You start. One of your favourite parts about dating Shinso is that he is more than willing to try anything new and different in the bedroom. You sigh quietly as you consider asking him if bondage is something he’d be into. It’s not something you’ve ever considered before, scared off by all those images of women bound by rope and hanging from ceilings. But maybe something tame, like you saw in the video, would be a good place to start.

Your boyfriend knows the words dancing across your tongue. He’s amused as he watches you fight yourself. He loves that little furrow in your brow whenever you think too hard.

Seeing you gnaw on the bottom of your lip, he realises that you are indeed overthinking what asking him to tie you up would entail. He comes over and sits next to you on the couch. His body brushes yours and his calloused palm clasps your knee.

He squeezes it as he says, “Is there something you’d like to ask me?” You squeak like a mouse, hearing his words, and shake your head. He sighs from how you’re testing his patience. He loves it when you’re shy, but goddamn, is it annoying sometimes. He gently pinches the fat of your thigh and rolls the flesh between his fingertips.

You remain quiet for a few moments before mumbling, “Toshi.” He hums, attempting to contain the cocky smirk spreading across his face as he waits for you to continue.

You say hesitantly, “Would you, um, consider t-tying me up like that?” You burn holes into the back of his hand on your leg, not daring to look up. Your cheeks are aflame, and you can hear your blood rushing in your veins. Seconds stretch on for eternity as you frown. This was a stupid idea, you think. I shouldn’t have said that. He must think I’m such a frea—

Your boyfriend chuckles, “As if I wouldn’t want to.” Your eyes widen and you turn your head, meeting his purple gaze. His eyes are narrow from his laughter, crinkled in the way you love.

You playfully slap his chest, exclaiming, “Don’t laugh at me!” The gesture causes him to bellow, your anxiety about such a request the funniest thing he’s encountered to date. You pout, but soon, you’re laughing with him, intoxicated by his joy. Your body leans into his subconsciously as you get out the last giggles.

He wraps his arm around your shoulders and draws you close, tenderly kissing your forehead. You sigh as your noses brush, his lips ghosting yours. They are so supple, compelling you to lean in and seal them.

Your kiss is slow, the both of you testing the waters before your hands entangle in each other’s hair. Hot bodies press together with carnal need, tongues licking and seeking purchase within the other. You moan into his mouth as his teeth graze your lower lip. Your fingers curl and tug his locks, needing him impossibly closer.

He smirks, your tongue sliding over his teeth before he bites down harshly on your lip and then sucks it. You mewl deliciously, one hand rubbing the flushed skin of his nape. He trails kisses down your jaw, his hand pulling your hair back so your neck is exposed to him. You cry out as he sucks on your tender flesh. He pulls off your neck with a wet squelch, smirking lazily at the red mark he’s seared into your skin.

Hands roam and grasp, anxious to feel more and more of one another. You mumble his name into his wild locks, the strands tickling your nose, as he claws at the neckline of your shirt (which is actually his). He groans, nose flicking your jaw as he tilts his head back. His gaze is hazy, filled with lust and adoration. He urges you to continue.

“C-can you-Are we gonna go to bed now?” You breathe out. Grinning, he kisses the corner of your mouth and adjusts his grip on you. He whisks you away to your bedroom. Leaving the door ajar, he stalks over to the plush white bed and drops you in the centre of it. You yelp as your back collides with the thick quilt. When you rise, your hair is dishevelled and your eyes frantically search for your lavender boy.

He waves at you from the bedroom door and instructs you not to move. You nod, albeit confused. He returns with your phone in hand. He plops down on the bed next to you, bouncing a little from the springs.

You take your phone from him as he points at your lock screen and asks, “Can I get another look at that video, doll?” You hum as you unlock your phone and go to the Twitter app. Luckily, the video is still open. You show it to him, the volume turned down this time. His dark brows furrow as he carefully scans the bindings like they’re a potential villain. He watches the video like he’s waiting for a crime to happen, alert and analytical.

After a few minutes, he gets up and heads over to your closet. Sliding the door to the side, he starts searching for something on the top shelf. You tilt your head to the side as you observe him.

“What’re you looking for, baby?” You say sweetly.

Your lover chuckles low, “You’ll see.” He pulls down a black shoebox. It’s your shoebox. The one your black kitten heels came in that Toshi bought for you last month. He drops it next to you and pops off the lid. The contents make your eyes pop out of your skull.

You knew that your boyfriend was a bit kinky. And you knew that he kept certain… items on hand for when you two had kinky sex. But what you didn’t know was how he kept this on hand without your knowledge.

Inside the box was a hardware store range of ropes in various colours and sizes. You blink dumbly, your mouth half open like a dead fish as he starts pulling them out one by one to examine them.

You stutter, “T-Toshi. W-why do you h-have so many?” He grins as his gaze flickers to you.

He shrugs, “I’ve gotta be prepared for your curious mind, kitten.” You close your dry mouth and stare at him as he continues going through the ropes. Picking up a shiny, red rope, he hums and places it on your lap.

He points to it, saying, “This is bamboo rope.” He gently grabs your wrist and places your hand on the bundle. You sigh as your skin makes contact with it. It’s so soft and smooth. You finger the rope as you gaze up at him.

He continues, “It feels nice on the skin, meaning that if you wriggle around—” He smirks arrogantly, “When you wriggle around, it won’t hurt as much as some other kinds of rope. What do you think?” You nod and hum.

You say softly, “Can we test it?” He chuckles as he leans down and kisses your forehead.

He murmurs against your skin, “Sure.” Pulling back, he takes the rope from your hands and unravels it. With his guidance, you raise your wrists, and he loops the rope around them. He pulls it taut and confirms with you that the bindings aren’t too tight before tying them.

He rasps, “And now, struggle.” You hum as you try to wriggle out of the rope. You huff as it glides over your skin, silky smooth, condescending. You end up sticking your foot between your wrists in an attempt to get it off, but your lover’s laughter makes you halt. He scolds you lightly for potentially hurting yourself as he unpicks the knot easily. He unwraps your now slightly red wrists. You point at the spot with pouty lips.

Setting down the rope, he cups your cheeks and kisses you passionately. Pulling back, he rests his forehead on yours. He chuckles breathily, “Not my fault you were struggling like a hostage.” You shift back and stick your tongue out at him. Smiling, he kisses the tip of your nose and informs you that those marks will be gone within an hour.

“Now,” he starts. “Take this off.” He gestures to his shirt that you’re wearing. You stare back at him for a few seconds, computing what he just said. You nod awkwardly, get up and strip off your clothes while he puts the other ropes back in the box.

Once you’re bare, he commands, “Lay down on your tummy.” You obey, jolting slightly as he slides the rope box onto the floor with a thud. You feel the bed dip with his weight, that familiar crawling sensation cascading across your skin as his eyes rake over you.

All is quiet as your boyfriend stares at you, the gears turning in his mind. You can almost hear them as you wait in anticipation.

“To—” You start.

“Actually,” he says while his hands wrap around the backs of your knees. He pushes them forward, folding your legs in a v underneath you (like a child’s pose) while he continues, “Just bend your knees, yea, just like that pretty girl. And give me your wrists.” You lift your arms and he grasps your forearms, bringing your hands together behind your back.

You flinch as you feel the cool rope wrap around your ankle, his fingertips caressing your hot flesh and sending tingles up your spine. He coos at you to relax, and you hum, closing your eyes as he loops the rope around your ankle a few times before tying it off. The intimacy of this moment has heat pooling in your stomach and arousal oozing from your cunt. Next, he binds your wrists together. You wriggle as he fastens the knot, earning a low chuckle from him.

Your voice is squished from this position as you remark, “I thought she was lying flat.” Shinso hums as he circles your other ankle with the rope. After he ties it, he grabs your phone.

You can hear his smirk as he says, “Password still my birthday?” You hum affirmatively. He leans over your body, warm skin on skin. He’s propped up on his elbows, caging you in as he positions your phone in front of your face.

As the video plays, he points to the rope bunny, saying, “D’you see how her hips are raised slightly? If you lay down flat and then I tie you up, you won’t achieve the same effect. But if I tie you up like this, I can stretch you out. Make sense?” Your hum sounds more like a whine as you nod enthusiastically. Your lover doesn’t miss how you’re chomping on your lower lip as he eases off you. He places your phone on the bedside table before sitting on his haunches behind you.

You wriggle beneath his gaze, anxious for him to stop staring at you. But he can’t. He’s in awe of how beautiful you look right now. The way the red silky rope gently digs into your skin, making your flesh appear so soft and supple. And speaking of supple, your ass looks so round right now.

Shinso licks his lips like a hungry predator, sizing up his prey. You gasp as you feel his large hands cup your ass before squishing it.

You stutter, “B-baby—”

He shushes you before sighing, “Be quiet, doll.” You hum in agreement, but the soft sound is shattered by a sudden cry as your lover slaps your ass cheek. You lurch forward, pulling at your restraints.

You say wide-eyed and breathy, “Toshi, what’re you doing?!”

He chuckles cockily, “I’m taking care of my girl. What else would I be doing?” He slips his fingers through your gooey folds, groaning at how wet you are for him already. You moan pathetically, your eyes closing instinctively as you enjoy feeling his fingers trail over your clit. His other hand rubs a couple of soft circles on your ass cheek before he slaps it again.

You jolt away, your eyes snapping open as you whine, “Toshi!”

He grunts, “A bit forgetful, huh? I asked you a question, kitten.” You whine as he grabs your hips and draws you back to him. Those teasing fingers thread through your slippery cunt, rubbing small circles on your clit. You squeeze your eyes shut tightly as you try and think of what he asked you. But you can’t remember. The waves of pleasure emanating from your heat have your brain all foggy. Your boyfriend smacks your ass again.

You cry out his name as you try and move away, but his fingers that were on your clit now dig into your hip bone, holding you close.

He says amused, “You worried ‘bout what I might do if you answer me?”

You shake your head vigorously, gasping, “Anything but that, Toshi. You know that.” He laughs shortly, gently patting your now-red cheek.

“I know, baby,” he coos. He leans down and kisses your buns. He grips both sides of your hips and pushes you forward. You turn your face to the side as your cheek presses into the plush quilt. Its fresh scent lingers in the air as you mewl, Shinso’s tongue sliding through your slit. As he sucks on your clit, you moan loudly. His mouth is so hot, his tongue melting all the tension in your body and replacing it with pure pleasure.

He eats you out like a depraved man (because he is). Air means nothing to him when he’s got your slick saturating his tastebuds. He groans against your cunt, making you mewl at the deep vibrations.

He mumbles into your folds, “Taste so good, doll.” You cry out as he sucks harshly on your clit, struggling in your bindings.

“Fuck-fuck, Toshi!” He pulls off your clit with a pop, leaving you panting and mewling softly. He pecks your sensitive bud before returning to drinking your juices like they’re the elixir of life.

Once he’s satisfied, he comes up to the surface and takes a few deep breaths. His lips shine like the bamboo rope, but instead with your arousal. He shifts, wincing at his painful erection before taking off his sweat shorts and trunks hastily. He chucks them across the room and looks around dazed for the lube.

You whine, not feeling his hands or mouth on you for the last minute, “Baby, what’s wrong?”

Licking his lips, he grumbles, “’M getting the lube.”

You laugh airily, the sound heavenly to his ears, “I don’t think we need that, babe. You should know how wet I am right now.” He curses beneath his breath. You do make a good point, but—

“I don’t wanna hurt you, doll. Now be quiet, or I’ll smack your ass,” he grunts.

You hum and say cheekily, “I wouldn’t mind that.” He sighs, running his slick-soaked fingers through his slightly damp hair as he stalks over to the bedside table.

As he enters your line of vision, you chirp, “You look so hard right now. That must hurt. You know, I can help with that.” He grabs the bottle of lube harshly, squeezing it so tight his knuckles turn white.

He turns to stare at your folded frame, grumbling, “Feeling chatty all of a sudden, aren’t we?” You giggle as you return his gaze. His heart stammers, breath catching between his lips at your beauty, all bound for him and oh-so playful.

Your boyfriend hastily climbs onto the bed. You grin, hearing the snap of the bottle lid, and sigh as his hot hands glide the cool lube across your skin; a rather delicious combination. He groans as he spreads it through your folds, excited by how sweet and tasty they look glazed. Even more so when that glazing is his cream.

You rock your hips back as much as you can (which isn’t much), desperate to feel his hands on you again (they’re pumping his cock right now). He gives your ass cheek a light smack and chastises you for being so impatient.

You whine, “C’mon, baby. Just fuck me already.” He chuckles gruffly. The sound curls around your toes and licks its way up your legs, causing more slick to gush from your hole.

He shifts closer, thighs brushing against yours in a wet press. His tip is at your entrance. You mewl as you attempt to shift back but, Shinso grabs your hips and keeps you right there.

“Patience, baby,” he clicks his tongue. Sighing, he pushes his cock through your folds, rejoicing in how delicate they feel around him. He draws back and pushes his hips forward, threading his cock through your lips again. The sensation of his tip against your clit is godsent. You moan loudly and clench your fists, trying to keep yourself together as he teases you relentlessly.

The sun’s chariot is drawn across the sky, descending into the depths as the moon is pulled high overhead. The constellations gaze upon the unholy things your boyfriend does to you that night, bound by silence as you are by ropes. By the time he’s done with you, the sheets are filthy with your sweat and slick, the scent of sex stifling.

In a waste of water, you two shower together, basking in each other’s presence and whispering sweet-nothings into one another’s ears. You sigh into your lover’s hold, content to feel his steady grip, those meaty arms curled around you just tight enough to make you feel protected and safe but not uncomfortable.

He kisses up the length of your neck, mumbling into your skin insincere apologies for all of the hickeys he’s engraved into your flesh. But you forgive him, you always do.

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?"

imagine long-term bf katsuki being hung up on what engagement ring to buy you. he’s gnawing at his cheeks, constantly sighing and running his fingers through his hair for a couple of months, trying to find a ring that’s good enough for you.

after patrol, he browses every reputable jewellery store in tokyo, searching for your engagement ring. he takes pictures of every one he thinks might suit you and sends them to eijiro.

shitty hair: idk about this one man. diamonds are nice but y/n gives more garnet or ruby vibes

explosive: the fuck you mean? i have to get her diamonds

shitty hair: nah bro, you should get something that suits her. not every girl wants diamonds.

explosive: stfu i know what she wants better than you do

shitty hair: 🤷‍♂️ just my opinion man

you noticed immediately that katsuki was coming home later than he usually does. you didn’t say anything at first because maybe something came up, and he did seem really exhausted.

but as weeks turn into months, you become suspicious. what is it that your boyfriend's doing after work that you can’t know about. he hasn’t changed how he treats you. if anything, he’s been even softer and sweeter with you lately.

you decide to confront him about it.

you sit at the kitchen table, waiting for him to come home. as 8pm fades into 10pm and drips into 12am, your anxiety ramps up. your palms are all sweaty and your heart beats erratically in your chest.

you’re on your feet as soon as the lock eventually clicks and the front door is forced open. you stalk up to a sleepy katsuki, who flings his duffel bag on the floor with a sigh.

when he turns around, you’re looking at him angrier than ever. there’s fire in your eyes as you stare up at him, your brows knitted together and jaw tight.

you spit out, “where have you been?” katsuki blinks slowly, too tired to register your words and respond. he moves to throw his arms around you, but you step back, dodging his embrace.

this time, you repeat yourself with more venom, “where have you been?” you sigh, “i’ve been waiting for you since eight.”

he grunts thickly, “why’d you stay up, babe?” you roll your eyes and slightly suck in your cheeks.

you say exasperatedly, “because i was worried about you. you’ve been coming home late from work for the last two months now.” you fold your arms beneath your chest as you scold him, “so where have you been?! seriously, like, where the fuck have you been wandering off to while i make you dinner and do your laundry?”

katsuki shakes his head, whispering, “baby, s’not like that.”

you catch his words and scoff, “so then, what is it like? i clearly don’t know so why don’t you tell me?”

his full lips draw into a hard line as he huffs, contemplating whether to tell you he’s been hunting for the perfect engagement ring for his perfect girl… and that he’s finally found one. it wasn’t easy, especially since he has just put up with yappertron 3000 chargebolt, skateboard freak elbows, and shitty hair for the past three hours while acquiring this ring.

he bites his tongue, mumbling, “look, i’ve just been busy, yea?”

you chuckle derisively, “you’ve been busy? right, okay.” you turn around and begin walking away from him when he catches your elbow. his grip is firm but considerate.

he tugs you back, making you stumble into his chest. you try to shove him away, but he doesn’t even budge as he draws you into his arms, wrapping you up tightly.

you shout, “just fuck off, katsuki!”

wincing, he rests his chin on the top of your head and murmurs, “no more late nights, baby, i promise. at least not for a while.” his body is so warm against yours, and his musk is so strong. you give up your assault on his concealed but delicious muscles and still in his grasp.

you grumble, “it’s not about the late nights, katsuki. it’s about you keeping things from me.” he kisses the top of your head and rubs circles on your back with his calloused palms.

he mutters into your hair, “i’ll tell you soon, okay?” you shake your head before tilting it back, returning his soft gaze with your harsher one.

you murmur, “so you’re not cheating on me? or are you cheating on me but intend to come clean?” your boyfriend’s mouth falls open as he stares at you, his blond brows raised slightly. regaining his composure, his usual scowl is back on his face.

he grumbles, “cheating? why the fuck would i be cheating on you?!” he licks his lips and gazes past you for a moment, sighing, “for fuck’s sake, babe. god, why the fuck would i be cheating on you? d’you really think i’m a cheater?!” you shake your head, taken aback by his sudden frustration.

he shouts, “I’VE NEVER CHEATED! NEVER! NOT LIKE FUCK-ASS DEKU WHO DIDN’T EVEN HAVE A QUIRK AND THEN—”

you gently pat his chest as you try to soothe him, “okay, okay, honey, it’s okay. i know you’re not a cheater.” after a few minutes, he calms down (for the most part).

he grunts, “d’you really think i’d do that?” a droplet of his spit hits your eyebrow. you go to wipe it away but he beats you to it, apologising all the while. you reassure him it's okay as you stroke his well-defined back up and down.

you say softly, “of course not. but if you’re not cheating on me, then what else are you doing? i just don’t understand, suki.” he shakes his head before settling back into the crook of your neck; his resting place.

he murmurs into your hot flesh, “just give me a few days n’ i’ll tell you, alright?” you pull back, cupping his cheeks with your hands while his fingers clench the back of your shirt.

you shake your head, saying, “you can tell me now.”

he huffs, “babe—”

“no,” you cut him off. “tell me now. i deserve to know why you’ve been coming home so late.” he gazes down momentarily as his fingers curl into your shirt even more, close to tearing the fabric with how tight his grip is.

he mumbles, “stubborn brat.”

it’s like something snaps. he releases your shirt from his killer grasp and smirks. he reaches into his pocket and pulls out a velvety red, ring box.

he grabs your wrist and places it in your palm, saying, “that’s the reason.” he gazes at you expectantly, waiting for you to open the box. but you’re in shock.

your wide eyes bore into his narrow ones as you blink dumbly. your lips are slightly parted, open enough for the flies to make a home in your mouth. and they could with how little you’re registering right now. you can’t think or speak or move. all you know is that your long-term partner just placed a ring box in your hand.

katsuki rolls his eyes, attempting to hide the pain in his expression as you continue staring at him. he huffs, “well, are you gonna open it or not?”

you nod, your mouth awfully dry. you seal your lips as you shakily open the box. inside is the most beautiful ring you’ve ever seen. leaves protrude from the band and petals encircle a bright ruby glistening in the golden living room light; a rose. your gaze flickers up to him before switching back to the ring, and then back up to him.

you stutter, “a-are y-you, u-um, a-ask-asking m-me t-too—”

“yes,” he says solemnly. “you’re everything to me, baby. s-so, yea, will you be my wife?” you nod furiously. smirking, he takes the little box from your hand and slips the ring onto your finger. all the tension pent up in his body dissipates as he embraces you once more.

you squeeze his slutty waist tight as you begin tearing up, trying to process that your boyfriend just became your fiancé. katsuki sweetly kisses your forehead before resting his against yours.

he mutters, “i don’t tell you how much i love you enough. clearly like fuck. i fuckin’ love you, baby girl. more than you’ll ever know.”

a/n: link to the engagement ring design here (please lmk if it doesn't work); just imagine that it's a ruby and not a diamond.

insecure

bakugou, izuku, shoto x fem!reader ⋆｡°✩ — reader and her bf went to the beach yesterday and took some photos, she feels insecure about her body, comfort/fluff, smau

imagine ex-boyfriend katsuki who is desperate to show you how much he’s changed. who is sitting in your living room late into the night waiting for you to come home. and when he finally hears the jangle of your keys, he’s uncertain if he’s ready to plead for your forgiveness.

you flick on the light and drop your bag by the door, sighing. as you turn around, you run your hands through your hair. sad, red eyes meet your wide ones and you scream in fright.

“KATSUKI!” your hand clasps over your erratic heart as your chest rises and falls. you shake your head in disbelief.

you stutter, “w-what’re you doing here?” he looks away, gathering his courage.

he grunts, “why’re you home so late? you never get back this late.” you stare at him in shock, blinking dumbly as you try to register his words.

“katsuki what the fuck?! it’s none of your goddamn business! now get out!” you yell at him. he sighs, hearing your words and seeing that furrow between your brows. you stalk over to him, hands on your hips as you stare down at him.

you grumble, “how did you get in here?!” tch. he pulls something out of his pocket and holds it up to the golden light. your spare key.

you exclaim, “you still have that?! katsuki.” you gaze to the side, noticing how your cushions are positioned neatly on the couch, a contrast to this morning.

you huff, “you can’t be here, katsuki. we’re over. that’s it, okay? i know it’s hard but what’s done is done—”

“i’m not done with you,” he grunts.

you shake your head, “well, i’m done with you. so get out!” he sighs. you gaze at him harshly, seeing the dark circles beneath his eyes and the mess that is his hair.

he mumbles, “ya know, i texted you every day. every single day. why didn’t you ever respond?”

you scoff, “because i blocked you, katsuki! god, can you just get out, please?” you step back as he stands up. you gulp nervously as he steps toward you. you forgot just how tall he is.

“katsuki—” he pulls you into his arms and holds you firmly. you wriggle in his grasp, shoving at his chest and cursing at him to let go. but he doesn’t budge an inch.

he mutters in your ear, “i missed you, baby. missed you so much. i know you need me right now, so let me take care of you… the way i should have when you were still mine.” his grip on you tightens, hands pressed flush into your back. you give up on trying to escape him.

if you’re being honest with yourself, you’ve missed him too. these past few months have been hard for both of you. but it would have been harder if you let him continue taking you for granted.

you sigh as you rest your head on his chest and listen to his steady heartbeat. you let your mind drift back to those good times before everything fell apart. waking up to the familiar warmth of his body next to yours, his delicious cooking, his soft eyes only for you. you breathe out shakily.

you mumble, “it doesn’t work like that, suki. you don’t just get a second chance.” you feel his arm muscles flex around you.

he clears his throat before saying low, “i know, honey. i know i just… fuck. there isn’t one day i don’t think about you. i regret losing you. i promise you that i’ve changed. that this time i’ll—”

“katsu—”

“just!” his voice cracks as he continues, “just give me tonight then. to show you how much i love you. please.” you inhale his musk, letting it fill your lungs and burn them. you pull back and gaze up at him. his gaze is so sad and vulnerable, like an abandoned kitten left out on a rainy winter night.

you gulp before whispering, “just for tonight.” he nods solemnly as he leans down and presses a soft kiss to your forehead, sealing all of his unsaid emotions inside it.

time stills for the next few hours as katsuki makes your favourite dinner (he stocked up your fridge) and showers with you. his touch is gentle as he soothes moisturiser into your face (he’s got your skincare routine memorised).

just like old times, you cuddle up in bed together. you sigh into his warmth for the nth time tonight. he holds you close and strokes your hair, lulling you to sleep.

and when you wake up, he’s still there, just like you always wanted him to be.

if he wasn't a hero

denki, baku, tenya, shoto

wc: 530

kaminari denki

he would be a vet!!!! i feel like he and yoosung from mystic messenger are very on par

i think he would love taking care of the animals and talking to them about brainrot content and tiktok trends

would probably get attached to the animals up for adoption and be upset when they’re bought

found it really hard to do euthanasia at first ⟶ he’s learnt to trust himself and his decision to relieve the suffering of the animal this way

sometimes though, i think it would really get to him, and he’d be a shell of himself until you remind him he’s okay

you’d pull him into your arms and cuddle on the couch, suffocating him with your affection until he’s whining and pleading with you to let him shower (he smells like dog all the time)

bakugou katsuki

mechanic, ice hockey player, chef, all great professions for our fav man

i think he’d be such a hot mechanic, covered in soot or whatever and fixing up cars

he’d show you how to change a tyre, change your engine oil, the best car wash products, etc

if he was a hockey player, you’d go to every single one of his games

he’d make sure you were all layered up before stepping foot into the ice rink

and when his team wins, he’ll skate over to you and give you lots of kisses, showing everyone who his girl is (the fangirls are super envious of you)

chef katsuki… need i say more? makes you the most gourmet yummy food, packs you gorgeous bentos with the little squid sausages and star-shaped fruit

iida tenya

robotic engineer

i imagine him sitting at his desk late at night, a single lamp illuminating his technical drawings and endless pages of equations

his hair is dishevelled and he pushes up his glasses every so often

you wake up in the early hours of the morning to him pulling back the covers and climbing into bed with you

you like watching him work ⟶ you’ll sit on the couch, watching him out of the corner of your eye as you scroll through your phone

he’ll be sitting on the floor, building a robot on your coffee table

of course, he’ll test them all at home, leading to quite a few accidents and minor explosions

todoroki shoto

hear me out… news reporter (its giving kole, ya know who i’m talking about???? shibuya street interviews)

he’s a gossiper at heart change my mind

i think he would make the best documentaries by representing both sides nonchalantly

he wouldn’t be first on the scene, but he’d get the most valuable information and outshine any other news broadcast on the issue

he’s very pretty, which makes him quite popular on tv

you try to tug him back to bed whenever he gets those late night/early morning phone calls for work ⟶ he’ll give you a kiss on the forehead, murmuring for you to go back to sleep while he stumbles in the dark to put on his suit

you’ve never missed one of his broadcasts ⟶ if you miss it on tv, then you’ll watch it online before he gets home so you can compliment him

make it up to you

newlywed!denki kaminari x fem!reader ⋆｡°✩ — nsfw, non-penetrative sex, body worship, thigh riding, gentle femdom + mommy kink, angst, 3.7k words

a/n: if you like newlywed!denki (as much as i do) then you might like this

Your keys jangle as you slip the right one into the lock of your apartment. Twisting your hand to the side, you nudge open the door. Inside, it’s warm from the rays of your sunshine boy and the heater.

But you’re not smiling all giggly as he bounds over to you. You purse your lips together as he throws his arms around you and hugs you tightly, enveloping you in his heat. Your hands press firmly against his clothed chest as you inhale his refreshing scent. You try to push him back, but he groans and tightens his hold on you.

“Denki,” you sigh. You push him back more forcefully this time, and he lets you go. Stepping back, he meets your gaze tentatively as he chews his bottom lip.

He chuckles nervously as he rubs his neck, “Heyyy baby, how are you? How was work?” You raise your brow at him as he curls in on himself under the intensity of your stare. He clears his throat awkwardly, flicking his eyes down to his house slippers.

You scold him, “Don’t give me that, Denki Kaminari. Not after the stunt you pulled this morning. Or should I say last night?” He winces hearing your words (especially his full government name), but you don’t care. You walk past him to your bedroom and set down your bag before throwing open the doors of your wardrobe.

As you take off your blazer, you hear him say, “I was drunk, baby. I didn’t mean it!” You scoff as you throw your blazer on a coat hanger and roughly hang it on the valet rod.

You turn around and yell at him, “You threw up in my car, Denki! And you didn’t even clean it or tell me?!” You’re huffing as you burn daggers into him with your stare. He hovers in the doorway, pouting in the cutest way. The sight ramps up your anger to level 100.

“For fuck’s sake, Denki, that’s the last time I let you use my car for boys’ night. For real, like, you couldn’t throw up before you left? Or at least put the window down and hurl outside my car?” You sigh as you turn back around and fumble with the buttons of your blouse.

You continue reprimanding him, “Seriously, Denki, you’re not some frat boy anymore. I thought that marriage would help you realise that.” You can hear his heart creaking beneath the weight of your argument. All is quiet as you strip off your blouse and bra and throw on a tank top before unzipping your pants. Your husband watches you pull them off your legs with sorrow and regret in his golden eyes.

He mutters, “’M sorry, honey.” He trudges to you slowly, stopping just behind you while you’re tying a bow on your lounge shorts. You slam the doors of your wardrobe shut and start walking to the vanity, but he grabs your wrist and tugs you close to him.

You grumble, “Fuck off.” He shakes his head as he pulls you into another cuddle.

“I’m serious, Denki. Fuck off!” You squirm in his arms, trying to shove him off you, to no avail. You mentally curse that stupid gym membership you got him for his birthday last year.

He murmurs in your ear, “’M really sorry, mommy. I—”

“Don’t you fucking start. Can you just be serious for once?” You grunt. He shakes his head as his palms slide up and down your back.

He mumbles, “I am being serious.” Your sombre boy shifts to rest his forehead against yours, his palms cupping your tense jaw.

He says earnestly, “I’m trying, mama. I am! I’m trying to be a good husband, and I’m sorry that I keep fucking up. I don’t mean to! You know that. I just… I love you. I love you so much and—”

“Denki,” you say, cutting him off. You sigh, “I know you’re trying, but… Denki.” You tilt your head back and gaze at him. He wishes you wouldn’t look at him like that. With all this tightness between your teeth, that furrow in your brow, and hardness in your eyes. He’d do anything to make them go away.

“Please, let me make it up to you. I’ll-I’ll make you feel good, mama! Even better than I usually do, I promise!” He exclaims.

You shake your head and sigh, “Sex doesn’t fix everything, Denki. You’re gonna have to do more than that to account for your poor behaviour.”

He stares at you like you just grew a second head, repeating your words beneath his breath, “Doesn’t fix everything?” He stutters, “Th-then I’ll… I’ll do the dishes. Yea, every day, baby, for the next week.”

You roll your eyes and say, “That’s not good enough.” You wrap your hands around his wrists and pull his warm hands off your jaw. You step around him, pull out the chair to the vanity, and plop down in it. You grit your teeth as you take your hair out of an updo.

Your husband walks over to you and palms the top of your plush chair. He watches you watch yourself in the mirror, braiding your locks.

He says lowly, “I’ll do whatever you want, mommy. Anything to make it up to you. I’ll let you dress me up in a maid costume as I deep clean your car. And I’ll sleep in the spare bedroom for as long as you want. I’ll stay sober; no boys’ night for a while. I-I’ll even wear a condom for you. Anything, baby, just please, give me another chance.” By the end, he’s pouting and staring at you with pleading eyes.

You chuckle as you tie off your braid. “Really? You’ll even wear a condom, huh? Want me to forgive you that badly?” He nods, gnawing at his full lower lip.

He hums and says, “If that’s what you want, mama, then yes, I will.” You suppress your laugh as you nod. You gaze at his reflection in the mirror for a little while, thinking over what kind of punishment seems fit for how much he’s upset you these past few weeks (newlywed life, amirite?).

At last, you say, grinning, “Alright, I’ll take you up on wearing a maid outfit as you clean my car. And I want you to give the alcohol a rest. You can do as you please; see your friends, don’t see them, just stop drinking every week, yea? And I don’t want to see a single one of your filthy ass socks lying around this house, do I make myself clear?”

He nods, “Crystal.” His lean arms snake around your chest as he leans down. He buries his face in your neck, inhaling the sweetness of your perfume. You thread your hand through his silky locks, massaging his scalp as he softly kisses your skin. You hum at the sensation while his arms tighten that little bit more around you.

His lips are so delicate as they trail across your flesh, from your ear lobe to your jaw, and then down your neck to your collarbones. You hiss quietly as he nips at your skin. The sound sends tension rippling throughout his body, and he stops immediately. He kisses the little red spot and mutters an apology against it. You tug at his roots as you tilt your head down. His golden eyes swirl with concern as they stare into yours. You close the distance between you, planting a soft kiss on the tip of his nose.

He shakes his head and whines, “Let me, mama. I need to show you how much I love you.” You chuckle quietly as you nod. He pulls back and stands up before turning your chair around to face him.

Palming the armrests, he leans down again and gently kisses along your cheekbones. Your husband then kisses your eyelids, your jaw, temples, and brows. He kisses down your nose before capturing your lips with his. You sigh into him, allowing yourself to relax beneath his touch.

His hands cup your cheeks once more, the pad of his thumbs stroking your cheeks lightly. You revel in the roughness of his skin against yours, which is much smoother. His hands travel down your neck and squeeze your shoulders while his tongue slides across your bottom lip. You moan, and his tongue slips into your mouth. He explores it slowly, tasting your teeth and the thickness of your cheeks. You grip onto his shirt, drawing him closer to you. His kisses trail from your lips, across your cheek to your hairline.

He whispers into your ear, “Want me to take you to bed, honey?” You hum as you wrap your arms around his shoulders. One of his arms holds your back while the other loops around your knees. He carries you to the plush bed in the centre of the room and sets you down carefully. You sigh as he bunches the fabric of your tank top in his fists. He pulls it off and throws it to the side.

Next, he fingers your waistband and makes the mistake of trying to tug your shorts off without loosening the bow. You laugh at him, stroking the hair back from his eyes as he pouts and undoes the sturdy little knot. He takes off your shorts successfully and caresses your thighs before pulling off your panties, too.

Denki fixes the pillows, so you have more back support when lying beneath him. He starts at your shoulder and kisses down the curves of your muscles. He licks across the bend of your elbow, golden eyes watching your every stuttered intake of breath. He continues down your arm and takes the time to pepper your fingers with kisses, even sucking on your fingertips. You shiver as his tongue laps at your nail bed. You mewl as he works his way back up your arm and moves across to the other.

You’ve never done anything like this before. Even when you and Denki have tender sex, he’s never taken the time to appreciate your body like this. Sure, he knows your folds like the back of his hand, but every inch of your skin? He’s sure about to learn.

You moan as he sucks on your inner arm. He pulls off your reddening flesh, nipping at the spot before kissing up the rest of your arm and beginning his descent to your breasts. He shows them the utmost care. Not a single bite, he kisses them so delicately. He’s obsessed with how soft they are. He sucks on your nipples gently, rolling his tongue over the sensitive peaks before sucking and then licking again.

When he pulls off them, the cold air sets your skin alight, making your hot flesh burn icily. You whine as his tongue slides over your ribcage before peppering soft kisses on the ridges. Your fingers twirl his locks and pull on them as he licks up your tummy from your navel. You coo his name as your back arches. He shushes you, reassuring you that he’s gonna take good care of you before staining your waist and hips with his lips.

Down the contours of your calves and ankles, he showers you with affection. You sigh as he drags his lower lip across your flushed skin, kissing your inner knee and thighs. When his hair tickles your cunt, you take a sharp breath in and steady yourself. Your arousal is gushing from your sopping hole, your clit so swollen and red it’s begging for attention. Sensing your need, he kisses up your folds but never dips into them.

You whine as he stares at you, slowly rolling you onto your stomach. He climbs back up your body, his heat melting into your skin. His skilful fingers undo your braid and brush your hair to the side while his lips work down your shoulder blades and spine.

In the same painstaking way, he memorises every part of you. More often than not, he’s simply caressing you. He’s in awe of your soft, supple flesh. Of the beauty of his wife.

The feeling of his lips against your ass cheeks makes you gasp. They’re so delicate. Denki can’t stop himself from taking a bite of your buns. You cry out as his teeth bite down on the tender flesh. He pulls off, leaving a beautiful mark before nipping along the curve of your ass more gently.

He mumbles into the fat, “So perfect.” You chuckle, feeling an intimate connection between your ass and your husband.

You breathe out, “I thought you liked my tits better, baby.” You cry out as he smacks your ass cheek, revelling in the sight of it rippling and reddening beneath his hand.

He mutters, kissing the spot better, “I like both, mama.” You moan pathetically as he grips your inner thighs and spreads your legs nice n’ wide. He gazes at your cunt for far longer than necessary, licking his lips and trying not to drool at the sight of your dripping pussy.

He whines, “You’re so wet for me, mommy.” You moan as you try to shift your hips back, but his strong grip stops you. His hand slides down the back of your thigh and bends your knee, pushing it forward so that you’re deliciously exposed to him. He shifts so that his chest is against your back, long, wet digits sliding through your folds from your hole to your clit. His other hand is wrapped around your chest as you mewl, back arching most stunningly.

His fingertips circle your clit, making your hips buck. But he keeps changing the pace. You grab his fingers and pull them off your clit as you twist to gaze at him. His golden eyes are wide, and his brows are raised.

He blinks, stunned, before pouting, “W-what’s wrong, mama? Didn’t that feel good?” You hum as you grab his forearm and bring it over your hips, angling his hand between your thighs. You guide his fingers through your folds before rubbing your clit with them, showing him exactly how you want it.

One thing about your husband is that he’s a fast learner concerning intimacy. He craves to please you in every single way possible and has no issue taking commands. At first, you were nervous about telling him how you want things. But now, you live for it.

“Just like that, baby. Right there,” you coo. He groans in your ear, pressing his body against yours harder as he keeps a steady pace on your clit. You can feel his erection through his sweatpants. You moan as you press your hips into his, feeling his bulge right between your ass cheeks.

He grunts, “Mama.” His finger slips into your hole, stretching you out. You moan as you stare at his hand on your pussy, more slick drooling in his palm.

“Take it off, baby. I wanna feel you, too,” you whine. He fingers you slowly, curling his finger so it presses into your gummy walls just right. Your husband mumbles, curses and praises against your ear while feeling the pre-cum oozing from his cock, making a mess in his trunks.

You grind on him, desperate to feel him. He chuckles lowly as he slides his fingers out. They’re coated in your juices, dripping down his wrist as he holds his hand to the light.

“Fuck, mama,” he murmurs, admiring just how wet his wife is for him. He kisses you on the cheek before getting up briefly and stripping off his clothes at the speed of light. Once he’s as bare as you are, he kneels on the bed and hovers at your side. You cup his face with your hand and bring his lips down to yours. You two kiss passionately as his hand slips between your folds once more.

You let go of his cheek, your tongues and shared breaths connecting you two sufficiently. Your hand slides down his body and wraps around his cock. You thumb his slit and spread his pre-cum down his shaft. You jerk him off just the way he likes while he alternates between rubbing your clit and fingering you.

As you draw back from your soul-exchanging kiss, you’re both panting heavily. You rest your foreheads against one another, basking in each other’s presence and pleasure. You moan loudly as he slides a second finger inside you. You whimper his name as his fingertips press hard against that perfect spot. Your grip on his length tightens as you jerk him off faster. He whines in your ear, letting you hear how good you’re making him feel. His sounds make even more slick dribble from your sopping cunt.

Your thighs tense around his hand as he rubs your clit fast, your head spinning from the knot building in your stomach. You nudge his cheek with your nose before kissing him sloppily. His saliva spills down your chin as he slides his hand up your tummy to grab one of your tits. You sigh at the moment of relief.

He murmurs on your lips, “One sec, mama.” You hum, annoyed, as he draws back from you. As he gets off the bed, you grab his forearm. Your brow is creased as you stare at him with big eyes and pouty lips.

You whine, “Where’re you going?”

He chuckles softly, “’M getting the lube, honey.” You chew on your lower lip as his arm slips from your hold. You lie back against the pillows, watching as he grabs the bottle of lube from the cabinet. He climbs back onto the bed, sitting up and resting against the pillows with his legs outstretched. He motions for you to straddle him with his glistening fingers (y’all know what I’m talking about😏). You grab his shoulders for support as you lift your leg and throw it over his, but he grabs your hips and manoeuvres you so that you’re hovering over one of his toned thighs. You gaze at him with confusion in your furrowed brows and tight jaw.

He whispers, “Just trust me, mommy.” You hum as he squirts the clear liquid onto his hands. After rubbing them together, he paints your slicked-up pussy and inner thighs with the lube. Much to your surprise, he then rubs the lube on his thigh, just beneath your frame.

You whine as you watch him, “Baby, what’re you doing?” He shakes his head and throws the bottle to the edge of the bed before grasping your hips and lowering you onto his thigh. You gasp as your skin makes contact. It’s heavenly. And so fucking wet. You mewl his name as he rocks you back and forth on his tense muscles. You stare into his half-lidded golden eyes with your wide ones. You grab his upper arms as you start riding his thigh on your own.

Soon enough, you’re hunched over, your head resting on his shoulder as you alternate between bouncing on and riding his thigh. Your breaths are stuttered, and your skin is coated in sweat. His fingertips dig into the delicate flesh of your hips as your pace becomes sloppier. You tilt your head back, moaning loudly from how hard his muscles are against your soft, puffy clit. You chant his name, quietly revering the man that is your husband as you near your orgasm.

He groans, “Fuck, mommy. You’re riding me so good. Knew you’d like this.” You moan particularly loudly as he starts bouncing you on his thigh even harder than before.

“Look at those tits… and that ass. I swear you have a level 1000 gyatt back th—

“Shut up,” you breathe out as your hand covers his mouth. He licks your palm, causing you to recoil in disgust. He chuckles as you stare at him scoldingly.

He whispers, “Love you, mama.” You hum and kiss him, whimpering against his lips that you love him too; the sound of your slapping skin is the only interruption. When you pull back, he can’t stop staring at you. He’s got hearts in his eyes, obsessed with how sublime you look right now, how you’re all hot and sweaty and whining for your husband.

The fact that he can make you feel this good— that he even has the privilege to do so… He gulps, reminded of just how precious you are to him.

He grunts, “You gonna cum for me, mama?” You nod, biting your swollen lip hard. Little whines escape your throat as your body starts to tremble; your orgasm crashes down on you. You shout as you cum, moaning and swearing loud enough to be heard from down the hall of your apartment complex. His name is on your lips like a prayer as you shake, hot release gushing from your syrup folds onto his equally syrupy thigh. He keeps bouncing you until you’re begging him to stop; your clit is far too sensitive now.

You slump against him, holding him lazily while he rubs your back soothingly. Denki groans, feeling your cum splattered across his skin. Your chest rises and falls with his as you pant, trying to calm down from your high. Minutes pass as he reassures you how well you did. You tilt your head back and place a sleepy kiss on his jaw.

You murmur against the bone, “That felt so good, baby. So, so good.” He hums, the vibration in his throat helping you relax. You sigh as you rest your head on his shoulder.

He chuckles, “You really liked that, huh?” You nod as you gently kiss his neck. He mutters as he pats your back, “Why don’t we take a little break, honey? D’you want some water?” You pull back and stare at him in disbelief.

You mumble, “The fuck you mean ‘little break’? We’re not done yet?” He shakes his head, laughing at how adorable you look when you’re mad.

“Just getting started,” he says, grinning. He leans down and kisses your salty forehead before murmuring against it, “’M gonna make you cum so many times tonight, baby, you’ll still be feeling my tongue all over your pussy tomorrow.”

And oh, does he deliver on that promise…

valentine's day with the boys

shoto, denki, katsuki, shinsou, shiggy, kiri, izuku, tamaki, tenya, touya, hanta x fem!reader⋆｡°✩ — fluff, college au, 2.7k words

a/n: happy valentine's day!! sloppy kisses for all of you mwah. i have over 200 followers now which is actually insane. thank you so much for all of your support! i hope this feeds you well.

todoroki shoto

⭑.ᐟ he has been eyeing you for a few months now and makes an effort to speak to you most days, even though you do most of the talking.

for valentine's day, he gets you an expensive perfume and lipstick he thinks compliments you so well (pays with his dad’s card ofc).

the day before valentine’s, he catches up with you after class and asks you to take a walk with him. he leads you to one of the quiet gardens and presents you with the gifts he bought for you.

“can i be your valentine?” he says quietly. he's blushing a little as he stares at you. you nod, thanking him and reassuring him that you’d love for him to be your valentine.

on your valentine’s date, you wear the perfume and lipstick he got you (they suit you so well!). he surprises you with a beautiful bouquet of red roses and takes you to his favourite noodle place. he gets their signature yakisoba (duh) and makes recs for you. you try his soba and moan in delight, stunning the poor boy who’s so nervous rn that he’s actually going out with you. he listens to you yap with stars in his eyes, more than content to get drunk on your voice

the night ends with a tender hug and a promise to go out again sometime.

kaminari denki

⭑.ᐟ he has been stuck in the friend zone for the past year. literally trying to rizz you up every chance he gets but is rejected every time (he cries laughs it off).

the day before valentine’s, you enlist denki’s help to make some goodies for your uni’s bake sale tomorrow.

he confesses his love to you via a heart-shaped jam cookie, telling you how he’s been in love with you since you met and that all those times he asked you out weren’t jokes. his feelings just spill over as he holds the warm cookie in his hands, gazing at it with rosy cheeks.

“i just-fuck-i really like you y/n and i want to be your valentine. can i—” you pick up the cookie from his palm and take a bite. your eyes widen because it tastes good. you bring the other side up to his half-open mouth and shove it in. he chews on the delicious cookie but, almost chokes on it as you giggle and tell him that you like him too, that you’d love for him to be yours.

on valentine’s day, you two help out with the bake sale. afterwards, you two walk around campus, handing out the leftover goodies to anyone in sight. you then book it back to your place for the night and make dinner together (as if he cooks).

after dinner, you two cuddle up on the couch and watch a rom-com.

bakugou katsuki

⭑.ᐟ he’s been tolerating you for a while. it’s only when hanta suggests asking you to be his valentine that bakugou realises how much he wants you.

the day before valentine’s, he waves you over during hockey practice (arf arf arf for hockey player bakugou omfg yummy yum bark bark rawr rattling my cage). you point to yourself, mouthing “me”. he just smirks and saunters up to you.

once you’re within reach, he tugs you close and smashes his lips on yours. you meet his rough kiss with wide eyes before softening and melting into his warm embrace.

when he pulls away, he demands that you be his valentine, “this shit is for losers but, you’re my valentine, alright?” he grunts. you blink at him, unable to think straight. seeing that dumb look on your face, he tugs you back into another passionate kiss. when he pulls back this time, you nod and whisper that you’ll be his.

on valentines day, you two go to a museum together (because you think history is cool or whatever) and have lunch afterwards.

the date ends with a sweet kiss as you have a new bf now hehe.

shinsou hitoshi

⭑.ᐟ he’s been working on a new song for valentine’s day (inspired by you ofc). he asks you to come over to his place a few days before valentine’s so he can show it to you. toshi knows how much you love hearing him play.

he’s peeking out his bedroom window, watching for any sight of you at least ten minutes before you agreed to meet him. when you show up, he rushes down the stairs and orders everyone not to open the door.

he invites you inside while running his hands through his hair and leads you to the garage. you sit down on the chewed-out sofa and watch him excitedly as he plays his latest song on his guitar, singing with a delicious rasp. he keeps his eyes on you the entire time. when he’s finished, you ask him what inspired him.

“you did, kitten. i want you to be my valentine… n’ maybe something more. how does that sound?” he says, smirking. you’re stunned by the fact that he feels this way about you. you giggle and stutter nervously about how much you would like that.

on valentines day, you spend the day in toshi's garage. he teaches you how to play the guitar on one of his older ones. he ends up tickling you and lying on top of you on his sofa, peppering you with kisses and whispering sweet-nothings.

congratulations, you have acquired a hot lead guitarist bf.

shigaraki tomura

⭑.ᐟ holy moly has this man been pining for you for far too long. he’s been overthinking asking you to be his valentine since the start of the year.

a week before valentine's day, you offhandedly mention that you like snake/spider bites when chatting with toga on the way to class. shiggy – being the loser that he is – was trailing behind you two, eavesdropping.

after class, he finds touya and asks to take him to a good piercer. that afternoon, he’s gritting his teeth as he gets his lip pierced with touya standing in the corner, filming (like the little shit he is).

the next day, you block shiggy from entering class. you stand in front of him, rocking to the side when he tries to get past you. he hides beneath his cap but you grab his chin and tilt his gaze toward you, taking in his new piercings with a creased brow.

you tell him that you saw touya’s instagram post and needed to know for sure if he got it done. shiggy grumbles and tells you to go away but you grab his wrist and tug him to a nearby bench. plopping down on it, you ask if he’s okay, and he mutters that he’s fine. avoiding your gaze, he asks if you like them, if you like him.

“you like these, right? cause… i-i got them f’you. cause i like you… or whatever.” you give him the biggest cuddle and reassure him that you love them and that you really like him.

you two spend valentine's day at shiggy’s apartment playing video games. you gently kiss his face after he smashes through so many levels, careful to avoid his fresh piercing.

kirishima eijiro

⭑.ᐟ he's liked you for a few months now; he’s enraptured with your presence and personality, your beauty, your everything.

eiji buys you a gorgeous bouquet of your favourite flowers and surprises you with them at your place. he tells you straight out that he likes you and that he wants you to be his valentine.

“i’ve liked you for a while now and i want you to be my valentine. maybe even my girlfriend if you’ll consider it," he says, gazing at you intensely. you tell him that you’ll start with being his valentine and kiss him on the cheek, taking the bouquet from his arms.you’re blushing hard as you ask him how he knew what your favourite flowers were (he asked your friends).

on valentines day, he’s got a boxing match. he gets you a front-row seat, and you cheer so loud for him the entire time he fights. emerging victorious, you stand up and clap, causing the people around you to do the same.

you meet him out the back and pepper his face with sweet kisses before catching his lips in a tender one. you two go out for dinner that night (his treat ofc).

over ice cream, you talk about your greatest fears and biggest ambitions.

he drops you back at your place that night and kisses you goodbye, promising you that he’ll become a man who’s worthy of dating you.

midoriya izuku

⭑.ᐟ he's probably pining for you since middle school or something. he writes you a four-page love letter detailing his love and admiration for you.

izu slips it in your bag during a study session a week before valentine's day. he gets really nervous the next day when you see each other but is immediately disheartened when you don’t say anything about it.

it’s only the day before valentines you find the letter (it slipped out of your bag as you were searching for a hair tie). you read it with tears in your eyes and a lump in your throat.

after calming down, you head to his place. opening the door, izuku is met with you clutching his now tear-stained love letter in your hands. you throw yourself in his awaiting arms and apologise profusely for not finding it sooner. he shushes you and reassures you that it’s okay.

“don’t be sorry. i should have just told you that i liked you. d-do you-um feel that way too, y/n?” you nod enthusiastically and kiss him with shaky lips, his freckled cheeks cupped in your wet hands

izu takes you on a picnic for valentines day near the river. over sandwiches and cheesecake, you laugh about how long you’ve both been crushing on each other.

tamaki amajiki

⭑.ᐟ he's been crushing on you for years. he tries three times in the lead-up to valentine's day to ask you to be his.

the first time, you find him sitting in a corner at the library. you whisper to a very quiet tama about the upcoming assignment for one of your courses. when you finish speaking, he opens his mouth to ask you to be his valentine but, the librarian shoots you two a dangerous look and tells everyone to be quiet.

the second time, you’re walking out of class with nejire yapping away when he catches sight of you. neijire knows how much he likes you and tells you that he needs to talk to you about something. you hum and go up to tama, asking him if everything is okay. he starts mumbling that he likes you when mirio shows up out of nowhere and pulls you two into his burly frame, asking if you’re excited about the game tonight.

the third time, you’re catching the train home together after choir practice. you sit next to each other, you yapping away and tama listening nervously (he can’t stop staring down as he picks at a loose thread on his pants). as the train draws nearer to your stop, he starts panicking.

he looks up with wide eyes and quietly confesses to you, "s-sorry y/n i-i l-like you. a lot. please be—consider— being m-my valentine.” he scrunches his eyes shut, afraid of your reaction. you press the softest kiss to his cheek and whisper in his ear that you’d love to be before getting up and waving goodbye.

on valentines day, you go to a food market and spend the day sampling all of the different foods (the grilled octopus is your favourite).

your date ends with you giving him a warm hug and telling him to text you when he gets home. after texting you, he collapses on his bed, overthinking everything that just happened.

iida tenya

⭑.ᐟ who is the top student in every single one of his courses, and who has no time for dating outside of his busy study, extracurriculars, and work schedule. but then he meets you during a tutorial, and boy is he smitten.

it’s the day before valentine’s when you two sit with each other in the library for your weekly study session. the librarian kicks you out at 9pm and tenya walks you to the train station.

you’re about to head off to your platform when he catches your hand. it’s silent except for the distant whirring of cars and the trembling of train tracks. no one else is around to witness how gently he holds your hand, his finger intertwining with yours. you ask him what’s wrong but he shakes his head.

he clears his throat and pushes up his glasses before asking you, “would you like to be my valentine?” you chuckle and nod, drawing closer to him and grabbing his other hand. you kiss his jaw tenderly and skip off to your platform before you miss your train.

on valentines day, tenya takes you to the ballet. by the end, you’re in tears, clutching his hand. you’re one of the last to leave the theatre, tenya wiping your eyes and rubbing your back.

that night, he promises you he’ll make time for you in his busy schedule and gives you a big cuddle before parting ways.

todoroki touya

⭑.ᐟ he's actually been obsessed with you since you were kids and plotting to make you his since the moment you accidentally threw a building block at his head on the first day of kindergarten (he still has a little scar near his hairline from your attack).

this is finally the year that he’s gonna do it (he tells himself).

as part of his therapy, he does recreational candle-making. he knows how much you love candles since you’re always adding a new one to your collection, texting him pictures of them and claiming that this one is “different”.

he chuckles as he pours different oils into the boiling wax, thinking about how he’ll give you something you’ve never seen before.

a few days before valentine’s, he’s got your candle all wrapped and tied with a pretty bow (fuyumi’s work). he's standing near the garden on your route to your favourite coffee shop (he knows that you'll be getting hungry around now). as soon as he sees you, he's suddenly the same five-year-old boy who’s giddy from the blood rushing to his head and the apologetic mumbles from your mouth as you sobbed.

you notice him and wave as you walk over to him. you're grinning as asking him how he is. he tries to act cool (as per usual), but his heart rate is off the charts. he’s breaking out into a sweat, about to start panting from his nervousness.

those icy blue eyes widen as you press the back of your hand to his forehead, claiming he has a fever. he shakes his head; a moment of clarity.

he thrusts the candle into your hands as he blurts out, “willyoubemyvalentine?” you accept and throw your arms around him, reassuring him that you’d like nothing more.

that night, you blow up his phone with how much you love your new candle.

on valentine’s day, you two make it your mission to try every flavour of slurpee from your local seven eleven. with belly aches and rainbow tongues, you two lie on your couch and confess your long-held feelings for one another.

sero hanta

⭑.ᐟ he’s been crushing on you for a few months now.

at eijiro’s house party, he gets dared by the bakusquad to ask you out for valentine’s day. with shaky hands and an even shakier resolve, he comes over to you and asks if he can take you outside.

the cool breeze provides the reprieve you two need from the heap of sweaty bodies, scent of alcohol, and endless making out inside. you ask him if everything’s okay, but he shakes his head.

stuffing his hands in his pockets and avoiding your gaze, he mumbles, “y/n, I really like you, okay? do you wanna be my valentine?” you playfully shove his shoulder, telling him that, obviously, you do.

you two spend the rest of the night sitting in hammocks and drunkenly chatting over your feelings and the latest gossip at uni

on valentine’s day, hanta teaches you how to skateboard at your local skate park. it’s embarrassing wearing all of these pads to protect your joints, but oh-so-necessary with the number of times you fall over. he holds your hands and laughs at you when you rock side-to-side, but he always encourages you to keep going.

afterwards, you two grab some ice cream and sit at the back of the parlour. like all cute couples, you feed each other your different flavours and hold hands as you walk home.

you ask a red-faced hanta if he wants to be your boyfriend, and he says yes.

downpour

bakugou katsuki x fem!reader ⋆｡°✩ — medieval fantasy!au, size difference kink, age gap (he's mid-thirties, she's late teens early twenties), nsfw, smut, p in v, oral sex fem!receiving, dubcon? (she's known him since she was a kid), unprotected sex (don't be like them!), 4.8k words

a/n: despite what i've said here, he's not the best thing that's ever happened to you ladies

You groan, hearing the thunder roar from the pouring heavens above. The cold rain soaks into your most modest dress, making the embroidered pale yellow fabric cling to your skin. Your hair sticks to your forehead, wild like a bird’s nest. But wet. Your bones ache with the chilly dampness, and your toes squelch in your boots.

As lightning blankets the sky, you ask yourself why tonight had to be like this — the night before you’re supposed to get married. You look behind you with wide eyes, positive that you’ve lost the guards chasing you. Their princess.

You slow to a walk and tighten your grip on the heavy fabric of your dress, hiking it up to your ankles (wench). You’re breathing erratically from running and from your fear of being caught. You already miss the warmth of the castle and the comfortable life you led with your parents and siblings.

“Get it together, y/n,” you whisper. The thunder screeches over your pathetic attempt at self-motivation. With a huff, you look up from your mud-covered boots and gaze at your surroundings. You’ve been wandering through this forest for a long time now. You’re cold, wet, and tired. You need a rest. You whine, seeing the pitch-black forest all around you. At least no animals would try to attack you, right?

You trudge on for a little longer, grumbling to yourself about how maybe you should have just sucked it up and stayed in the castle. But when you think of your betrothed, you remind yourself that this is a good decision. For the first time in your life, you’re choosing your future happiness and freedom. And that’s exciting. It would be even more exciting if you weren’t shivering and sniffling and stumbling every ten feet.

There’s one thing you need right now — well, not just one, but the main one — shelter. You need somewhere to rest for the night. You gaze up, analysing the dense trees and shrubbery. In the distance, you can see the faintest light. With renewed energy, you set off in that direction. As you draw nearer, the light becomes brighter. It’s warm, golden-orange like egg yolks. Like fire.

Feeling both hungry and invigorated, you walk faster. Ducking beneath a tree branch, you see that the light is emanating from a cabin. It’s more like a shack, really, with how small it is. But it looks sturdy, safe, and, most importantly, dry inside.

You run the last few steps to the cabin, panting as you reach the door. You knock on the door loudly, hoping that whoever is inside will show you mercy. No response. You knock again, louder. Still, no response. Growing impatient, you turn the door knob and press your body against it to push it open.

As you stumble inside, you call out, “Hello. Hello! Sorry for intruding, um—” It’s empty. You slam the door shut and rest against it as you gaze around the cabin. A fire burns in the fireplace. The scolding tongues lick the base of a heavy pot hanging above it, casting shadows on the walls and across the furniture. You rush over to it with your hands out, eager to feel the fire’s heat. You sigh as it tickles your skin.

You close your eyes, allowing the warmth to seep into your soul. Your dress soon becomes hot yet damp, a most uncomfortable combination. You kick off your boots and place them by the door before reaching for the back of your dress. You pull at the lacings, loosening them and shimmying your dress down to your ankles. You bend down and grab it, grimacing at the mud splattered on the hem and the deep golden colour of the gown from how wet it is. Draping it over the arm of a nearby chair, you hear the door rattle.

You stand there, paralysed by fear, as the door swings open, revealing a huge, shadowy figure. You scream as the lightning cracks and the figure stalks in. Your hands cover your mouth as you stare at the brute of a man in front of you. The cloak he’s draped in doesn’t conceal his muscular frame, and he carries a pile of wood on his back. Sharp red eyes glare at you, and his full lips are twisted into a scowl.

He growls, “WHAT’RE YOU DOIN’ HERE?!” Your mouth is dry as he comes over to you. His shadow casts your frame in darkness as he drops the wood on the ground. You flinch at the thud, stepping back slightly. Your heart thumps in your chest so hard and loud you feel like it’s about to burst.

You stutter, avoiding his harsh gaze, “I-I’m sorry I-I had nowhere else t-to go. I-I saw your cabin, and I—”

“Made yourself at home, huh?” He grunts. You nod frantically as you watch him untie the heap of wood and throw a few into the fire lazily. The flames crack and pop at the new addition, dimming and then brightening.

“Get out of my cabin!” He grumbles, staring daggers into you. Suddenly, you feel so bare beneath his gaze. You realise that you’re only wearing your undergarments. No proper way for a princess to dress, especially around a man who wasn’t her husband. But you don’t care as you invade his personal space and cling to his arm.

You plead for him to let you stay the night, but he pushes you off and yells at you to leave. Shaking your head, you drop to your knees. You stare up at him with big eyes and quivering lips as you beg, “Please! Please! Don’t make me go back out there, please! I’ll do anything! I’ll be good. I promise. I won’t get in your way. You won’t even know that I’m here. Just let me stay the night! Please!”

He gazes down at you with raised brows and a slackened jaw, unsure of what to make of your sudden outburst. He gulps and looks away from you. Tch. You sniffle as he walks over to the door, expecting him to throw it wide open and force you out.

Instead, he shrugs off his cloak and hangs it on a hook next to the door. Holy moly— Your eyes rake over his toned back. The shadows illuminate his juicy muscles, and you can feel the saliva pooling in your mouth as he turns around.

He grunts, “Only for tonight.” You nod enthusiastically as you try to tear your eyes away from his godly frame. Even the scars marring his skin look heavenly. You wanna take a bite of those biceps with the way they flex and—

“STOP LOOKING AT ME, WOMAN!” He yells. You hum and avert your eyes, getting off the floor. As a princess, you’ve never had to beg anyone for anything before. And you hope that you don’t have to ever again. You shift to standing in front of the fireplace, sighing as the heat sinks into your pores.

He grumbles, “Could you move?” You gaze up at him, confused, as he looms beside you. Nodding, you shift to the side. You hope he thinks the redness of your face is from the fire and not your embarrassment. He takes this opportunity to stir the stew, filling the pot. You watch with curious eyes as he slurps from the spoon.

He orders you to sit down, and you do as you’re told, planting yourself down on the same chair your dress is drying on. You’re delighted to watch his delicious muscles at work as he takes the pot off the fire and dishes out the stew for you to eat.

He hands you a bowl and spoon, which you take, thanking him. He sits on the chair beside you and starts downing his soup at an alarming rate. You stir the hearty goodness, identifying some veggies and meat of some sort. You slurp a mouthful and moan in delight.

The spiky blond stares at you, his cheeks full of stew. You can hear the blood rushing in your veins, somehow flowing more to your face as you gaze at your bowl.

You mutter, “It’s really good.”

“It’s just stew,” he grunts. You hum as you resume eating your dinner in silence. Once he’s finished, he starts cleaning up the dishes. Your cheeks are aflame as your eyes roam his body, content to gaze at him doing domestic chores.

With a deep breath in, you ask, “So, what’s your name?

He grumbles, “What’s it to you?” You shrug, blowing on a spoonful of stew.

His back is to you, washing his bowl as you say, “Can’t I know the name of the man who’s letting me stay in his cabin on such a dreary night?” He’s quiet for the next few minutes, so you assume that he’s not going to tell you.

As he wipes the cooking pot dry, he mutters, “Katsuki.” You hum, your mouth full of stew. That name… There was something familiar about it. Shaking your head, you push the feeling aside. That’s ridiculous, you think. Of course, you don’t know him, right? How could you forget someone so… handsome rough?

You swallow before chirping, “It’s nice to meet you, Katsuki. I’m y/n.” His eyes flicker to you before darting back to the pot. When you’re finished, he stalks over to you and grabs your empty bowls. He avoids your gaze, seeing something he hasn’t seen in a long time.

He’s about to step away from you when he grabs the neckline of your dress. You gaze at him with a crease in your brow until it clicks. You snatch the damp gown from him, but it’s too late. He stares at you with wide eyes as he asks, “Why do you bear the royal crest?” You shake your head.

“It’s nothing, really.”

He grunts, “Don’t lie to me.” He grabs your dress and yanks it out of your hands, dragging you to the edge of the plush chair.

He spits out each word harshly, saying, “Why do you bear the royal crest? Are you from the castle?” You’re screaming at yourself internally to lie despite how awful you are at it.

You ramble, “It’s not what you think it is! I’m-I’m a maid. A maid for the royal family!”

He scoffs, “A maid? Only the royal family is permitted to wear the royal crest.” He discards the dress and bowl on the floor and steps the slightest bit closer, positioning himself between your legs. He palms the armrests as he leans over your quivering frame, glaring at you.

“So, cough it up, woman. You’re either a dirty thief or a runaway royal. So, which is it?” You gulp as you avert your eyes from literally anything other than his perfect body hovering so close to yours.

He grunts, “Said your name was y/n?” His large hand falls to your knee and pushes up the sheer fabric coating your thighs.

“What’re you doing?” You exclaim with wide eyes. He clicks his tongue at you as his rough fingers run across your soft skin. His thumb traces your birthmark from memory. The look in his eyes is soft, reminiscent as he captures yours.

He smirks, “S’been a long time, your highness.” You gulp. What?

He chuckles, “I don’t expect cha to remember me. You were a tiny thing back then.” You blink at him in confusion. Those red eyes, that lopsided grin, and deep voice. A sense of deja vu.

“Sir Bakugou!” You blurt out, staring up at him in disbelief. He eases off, removing his warm palm from your thigh. He nods as he rises to his full height, towering over you. You stand up as he steps back, cautious but excited.

“I can’t believe it’s you! I could barely recognise you with all this,” you say, pointing to his scars and buff physique. “The last time I saw you, I was what… ten?” He hums lowly, his eyes trailing over your matured figure.

He grins, “You’re all grown up now, eh?” You giggle and slap his bare chest playfully, earning you a scowl.

“What was that for?!” He says, his chest rumbling. You laugh, unable to hold yourself back. It’s been so long since you’ve seen each other. So long since you could just be yourself around someone else.

Calming down, you breathe out, “It hasn’t been the same since you left.” He hums and picks up your empty bowl, walking over to the kitchen area.

You follow him, saying, “Everything’s gone downhill since then. Father is always stressing over the constant conflicts between lords, and Mother won’t speak to him most days. And he keeps marrying off my sisters to foreign princes, trying to establish political ties. But how can you try to ally yourself with other countries when yours is falling apart?”

Katsuki grumbles, “S’that why you ran away?” You hum, watching him rinse the suds off the bowl and then dry it off.

You mumble, “I can’t marry someone I don’t even know, Sir—”

“You don’t have to call me that anymore, yea?” He grunts. You’re stunned for a moment before humming in agreement.

He continues, “N’ I’m not just talkin’ about getting married off. Looks like yer finally using that brain of yours.” You scowl at him, earning you a hearty bellow. He puts the bowl away and guides you to one of the two rooms at the back of the cabin. He opens the door and ushers you inside.

In the corner sits a large barrel bathtub, and there’s a stone sink jutting out from the wall. You gulp as you turn around to face the blond.

He mutters, “Water’s already hot. I’ll get you something to put on after, alright?” You nod and hum.

As he turns to leave, you reach out and grab his forearm. You don’t know what compelled you to do something so inappropriate, but you can’t help yourself as you gaze at him.

You say quietly, “I missed you, Katsuki. I miss my favourite guard protecting me and taking care of me. It’s… I wish you didn’t leave.” Your gaze falls from his eyes to his arm and finally rests on your hands wrapped around him. He can’t take his eyes off of your pouty lips.

He grumbles, “I had to leave—”

“But why?” You cry out. “I thought you liked being my guard—”

“’Course I liked being your guard, doll. S’not about that,” he sighs.

“Then—”

He grunts, tugging his arm from your grasp, “I don’t wanna talk about it. Just bathe, for fuck’s sake, will ya?” He stalks out of the room, leaving you all alone. You obey, stripping out of your undergarments and soaking in the water. True to his word, it’s hot. The perfect temperature, actually. The heat penetrates your clammy skin, warming up your bones and muscles.

You sigh, relaxing in the bath. Moments of the past fill your mind. Your days were spent learning how to fence, running around and playing in the gardens, and having picnics by the nearest river. All with your head guard, Sir Bakugou.

You chuckle softly as you remember the day you told Katsuki about your birthmark. You had just learnt what it was from your mother and skipped off to show your favourite knight. You remember how warmly he laughed at you and patted your head when you showed it to him. And how you pestered him about any birthmarks he had.

Feeling too hot, you rise and climb out of the barrel. You wrap a thin linen towel around yourself and dry off. When you’re done, you open the door and peek your head out. Katsuki notices you immediately and comes over to you, thrusting one of his long shirts in your hand. You thank him as you take it from him and shut the door.

After you get changed, you walk out of the bathroom into the main area where bedding has been laid out. Your eyes rove over the glistening waves of a fur blanket; your heart rate picks up. You gasp as callous palms cup your shoulders and gently squeeze them. You gaze back at the man behind you.

He mutters, “You take the bed. I’ll sleep out ‘ere tonight.” You shake your head.

“No, it’s okay. I can—”

“M’not letting my princess sleep on the floor,” he grunts.

You start, “But—”

“Quit being such a brat. Do as yer told n’ go to bed,” he growls. Against your better judgment, you shake your head again. He groans as you turn around. Your bodies are close. Too close for comfort. It’s like lightning strikes between you two with the way your chests ghost each other.

You gulp, your heartbeat growing to be as loud as the thunderstorm overhead. You utter his name, earning a gruff “What?” in response.

“Can I… do something a bit improper?” You ask tentatively. He chuckles lowly, red eyes drifting to the bed before looking back at you.

He smirks, “When do you not?” You hold your tongue, hesitant to ruin the tension between you two. You shuffle that much closer to him, your hands flat against his pecs. He shivers at the feeling of your delicate skin on his.

Katsuki grunts, “You done yet?” You shake your head before tilting your chin up. You gaze at him with big eyes, puffing at your lips ever so slightly. Your hands trail down his abs before roaming up his chest and to the back of his neck.

He groans, “The fuck you want, doll?” You draw the side of your lip between your teeth as you pull him down to you.

You’re on your tiptoes, your lips brushing his ear lobe as you whisper, “You.” His hands are on you in an instant, pulling you into his solid torso. He grabs your chin, forcing you to gaze into his eyes before he kisses you.

You moan into his mouth, thrilled that this is finally happening. That your fantasy is becoming a reality. You tug at his locks as he kisses you roughly, teeth-gnashing and tongues swirling. He groans as he explores every corner of your mouth, his hands roughly grabbing your hips.

He pulls back, both of you panting hard. You grin as you catch your breath, staring at him awestruck.

You whisper, “I can’t believe this is happening.” He rolls his eyes at you.

“Don’t fucking start,” he huffs. He’s kissing you again, much more sweetly this time. His grip on you loosens as he strokes up and down your back, feeling every curve and dip beneath the fabric separating your bodies.

You sigh into his lips, enjoying this change in pace. This time, he sucks on your bottom lip, making you gasp before he nips at it. He gently walks you back until you’re stepping on the makeshift bed, the fur luxuriously soft between your toes. You mumble his name, encouraging a groan from him.

Your bodies part for a moment as you both sit on the fur blanket. One of his hands wraps around your knee while the other grasps your cheek. He pulls you into him and lays you down. Your hands grip his shoulders as he kisses down your jaw and neck. You squeeze the muscle there as he gently bites your soft flesh, gasps falling from your lips.

You whimper, “Kat-suki. I’ve been in love with you since—”

“Shut up,” he grunts into your skin, nipping at your flesh harder. You moan, and he pulls back.

He shifts up, his lips brushing yours as he grumbles, “I don’t wanna hear it. Want you to show me, princess. Think you can do that, f’me?” You whine, nodding furiously.

He chuckles, “Good.” He returns to kissing your neck. You moan loudly as he nips at your collarbones and shoulder. Your hands tangle in his spiky locks, massaging and tugging and then massaging again.

You whine as he sits back and peels his shirt off you, leaving you bare beneath him. He groans at the sight of you, his hands wrapped around your wrists and pulling them down to your sides before you can even attempt to cover yourself up.

“Suki!” You gasp as he grabs both of your breasts, one in each hand, and squeezes them. He smirks all cocky as his eyes drink you in. He lowers himself back down, tongue licking the fat of your tit. You bite your lip as he pinches your nipples, rolling them between his fingers deliciously.

Letting go of one, he replaces his fingers with his mouth and sucks on it. You moan, pulling at his roots. Once satisfied, he moves onto your other breast, licking and sucking on it until you’re whimpering and whining his name mindlessly.

Smirking, he kisses your ribcage, your tummy, hips, and stretch marks. He then grabs your wrists one at a time and kisses them before working up your arms with his lips. Even your ankles, calves, and thighs receive his tender affection.

By the time his head dips between your thighs, you feel utterly worshipped from head to toe. You moan his name as his tongue rolls over your clit, your back arching delightfully as he sucks it. His tongue works wonders between your folds, making you feel like no man ever has.

You cry out as his fingers brush your clit and gently rub circles over it while his tongue laps inside of you. With slick-coated fingers, he eases one into your hole, making you gasp and call out his name.

He returns to sucking on your clit; his mouth is so fucking hot, like the heat of the flames prickling your skin, as he fingers you slowly. He curls his finger when he’s deep inside, making you moan even louder.

His other hand grabs yours and intertwines your fingers. He gives you a gentle squeeze, his eyes watching your every gasp and whimper. Your head falls back as he curls a second finger inside of you, hitting that perfect spot.

You moan, “K-Kat-suki. Please, baby. Please.” He hums against your cunt, the vibrations making you buck your hips against his skilful tongue. He pulls off your sopping pussy, keen to hear more.

He groans, voice hoarse from how well he was just eating you out, “What is it, princess?” You mewl as his fingers press into your gummy walls.

You pant, “Need you, Suki. In me-please fuck!” He slowly pulls his fingers out of you, admiring your syrup dripping down his wrist in the firelight.

He chuckles, “Fuck, you really do need me, huh?” You nod enthusiastically.

“Please, baby,” you whine. He shushes you and shifts to pull off his shorts and underwear. You push yourself up on your elbows; legs spread wide lewdly as you watch his huge cock spring free. Just the sight of it, you moan as even more slick gushes from your pussy.

He comes back to you, large hands pushing you back down and grabbing the back of your thighs. He grumbles at you to wait while he grabs a pillow and places it beneath your hips. He then brings your calves over his lower back, his cock running through your folds. Your back arches as his tip slides over your clit, making you moan.

He coats himself in your arousal, his pre-cum mixing with it before he finally slides in. He goes slow, letting you stretch to accommodate his girth. Your arms tighten around his neck as you pull him down to you, your head resting in the crook of his neck. You whine as he pushes in further.

“Fuck, baby,” you whimper into his skin.

He gently kisses your forehead, whispering into your hairline, “S’okay, baby girl. You can take it.” You cry out as his balls press against your ass, his cock so fucking deep inside of you.

You murmur, “You’re so big. Just give me a minute, kay?” He hums into your forehead, sweetly kissing it and working down to your lips. You sigh into his kiss, your noses brushing as he pulls back. His eyes find yours, mesmerised by the warm glow of your skin from the fireplace, that rosy flush.

He mutters, “You ready now?” You hum, nodding. He pecks the tip of your nose before drawing himself out and rocking back into you slowly. You both moan at the feeling, the stretch of your hole wrapping around him. Your eyes gaze at the point where he’s lost inside of you. You look back up, finding him already staring at you.

He fucks you so tenderly you’re uncertain if that term can be used to describe what’s happening right now. The sounds of your sex rival that of the downpour outside. You squeeze his hand as he hits that pleasurable spot, your eyes rolling back from how good it feels.

He lets go of your hand to tilt your head back to him, needing to see that open-mouthed, lust-hazed look on your face. You sigh in pleasure as the light and shadows dance across your bodies, painting your love-making on the cabin walls. You whimper his name pathetically.

He presses a soft kiss to your lips, groaning, “I know, princess.” He draws out of you completely, earning a whine from you. He tuts at you and manoeuvres your bodies so that you’re sitting on his lap.

You lean down and kiss him, wrapping your arms around his shoulders. You moan into the kiss, stretching up as he aligns himself with your entrance. You slowly lower down onto him, whimpering into his lips while he groans.

You bounce up and down at him at a leisurely pace, taking your time to feel every inch of his length. You sigh as his cock twitches, pre-cum spilling into you. Katsuki cups your cheek in one hand while the other tightens around your waist.

He grunts, “Doin’ so good f’me, baby.” You moan, fists clenching as more pre-cum leaks into you.

“I’m so glad-I found you, Suki,” you mewl. He groans lowly against your jaw, leaving tender kisses there. You drop your hips a little harder, a little faster than before.

“Fuck,” he growls in your ear. Your tits bounce as you do, the most beautiful sight your knight has ever seen. He grabs a handful of one of your breasts and sucks on your nipple before moving both hands to your hips and helping you ride him.

“I-I m-missed you,” you whimper. Your back arches as you feel those tingles gathering in your cunt, your orgasm building every single time your clit slaps his scarred skin as you bounce on his cock.

You cry out, “Katsuki! Fuck, Katsuki! Baby, I’m gonna cum-fuck!” He pulls off your nipple and pulls you into a passionate kiss. You mewl into his lips loudly, squirming in his hold as you feel the knot in your stomach tighten.

Pulling away, you scream out as you orgasm. Your back arches so deeply you know you’re gonna feel it in the morning, but you don’t care. The pleasure shuddering through your body is unlike any other. And it’s only heightened as your love groans loudly, his hot seed shooting into you. It coats your walls thickly, forming a ring around your hole from him fucking his cream into you.

You’re panting hard as you sink down on his cock. Your forehead presses against his as you both catch your breath, trying to process what the fuck just happened.

After a few minutes, you chuckle lazily before kissing Katsuki sloppily. His saliva dribbles down your chin when you part, red eyes full of so many emotions (surely mirroring your own). You call his name softly, but he shakes his head and presses another soft kiss to your lips.

He lays you two down and holds you close, pulling the warm blankets up to your chin. You sigh into his side, so happy you could purr from just being with him. From experiencing such intimacy with the man, you’ve been yearning for for a long time.

You murmur, “Suki, I love you. Please, don’t leave me.” Your hold on his torso tightens, and you nuzzle the side of his pec with your nose. He laughs lightly, the sound reverberating warmly in his chest.

“M’not going anywhere, alright? N’ neither are you. You’re all mine now,” he mutters. You hum into him, soaking up his heat and affection and the knowledge that you’re all his.

He chuckles lowly, “Let’s take five, yea?” You nod, peppering his skin with sweet kisses. You close your eyes; no other words or actions are necessary at this moment. You ease your body into him, shifting slightly and getting comfortable.

Running out into a storm was not your best decision, but the man it led you to is.

their omega

જ⁀➴ epilogue

alpha! bakugou, kirishima, denki, sero x omega!fem!reader⋆｡°✩ — angst, fluff, hurt/comfort, reader is 3-4 months pregnant, smau + fic

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a/n: '🌽⭐️s' gc from denki's pov + thank you at the end

fic underneath smau

You’re sitting on the floor, hiding behind a cart of pumpkins. Your arms are wrapped around your belly as you try to take deep breaths. You shudder as a villain’s footsteps thud nearby, and they cackle. The sound is as sick as you felt this morning.

Three villains have taken hold of your local grocery store. They’re dressed in black and strutting around, guns glittering on their belts. You’re one of the lucky ones (not for long, though). Two rather troublesome hostages have already been knocked out. You whine softly as you catch the scent of the villain closest to you. An alpha. They smell so sour to you, nothing at all like your alphas.

Your little noise catches their attention. With a derisive laugh, they round the cart and yank you up to standing by your hair. You shriek out in fright, your hands grasping their wrist. The villain stares at you with twisted eyes and a blood-curdling smirk.

They grunt, “What do we have ‘ere, huh?” They grip your chin harshly and tilt your head back, gazing over your mating marks.

“Little slut, aren’t cha? Don’t mind being shared around, do you?” They laugh bitterly. You whine, unable to respond. All you can think about is your small bump, your growing baby. If anything were to happen to you, to your baby— The thought is too cruel to finish.

They chuckle before shoving you back. You fall into the arms of another villain. They curl around you like thorns, pricking you with disgust.

“Get off me!” You shout as you struggle forward, wriggling in their strong grasp. The second villain presses their gun to the side of your throat harshly, making you whine.

You still, as they say, low in your ear, “You move, you die. Is that clear?” You gulp and gaze down at the floor, trying to steady your breathing as you still. The second villain bellows, causing an uproar of laughter from the first villain in front of you, gazing at you hungrily.

“So pretty, right?” The first villain mocks. “Such a shame she’s taken,” they continue. The second villain shakes their head as they press the gun harder into your neck, making you whine loudly. Their hold on your upper body tightens, too. You just wanna knee them in the stomach and make a run for it, but you don’t want to end up like the other bold hostages or even worse off.

The second villain suggests, “I don’t mind. We could still have some fun with her.” They whisper in your ear, “How does that sound, omega?”

…⊹₊⟡⋆…

Dynamight watches with grit teeth and tight fists from outside as the two villains speak to his mate.

He grunts, “What’s taking so long?!” The angry blond stomps up to Ingenium.

Jabbing a finger into his chest plate, he yells, “YOU SAID YOU HAD IT UNDER CONTROL!” A tanned hand clasps Katsuki’s shoulder, pulling him back.

“Calm down, Bakubro—”

“DON’T TELL ME TO CALM DOWN, SHITTY HAIR!” Dynamight yells.

Red Riot says low, “You’re not the only one who’s worried about her.” Turning to a stone-faced Ingenium, Riot continues, “We will be moving in soon though, won’t we?” Ingenium nods while pushing up his glasses.

He says, “We’re planning to enter through both the front and back doors. Rescue efforts will be concentrated in the back while a diversion is created at the front.”

Riot nods and says, “I’ll take the back then. Bakubro, you bait the villains.”

The angry blond mutters, “I’ll do a lot more than that.”

Ingenium clears his throat before saying, “I hope you don’t mind my saying this but, is it really a good idea for you to be aiding our rescue efforts?”

Dynamight barks, “WHAT’S THAT SUPPOSED TO MEAN?” Riot pulls the blond back by the shoulder again like he’s a rabid animal on a leash.

Ingenuim responds, “Your emotions will cloud your judgement. Wouldn’t it be better to sit back and let us handle this?” The explosive hero does as his name suggests and goes off at the speed hero, yelling about how he’s the best hero here and that he should be leading the rescue efforts instead. The commotion catches the attention of Cellophane and Chargebolt, who are watching everything unfolding inside the store, as well as the police on site. Riot ends up dragging the foaming blond away for a quick timeout.

After he’s calmed down (enough), the pros gather around and discuss their rescue plan.

Within a few minutes, the front window of the grocery store is shattered from Dynamight’s explosion. The hostages scream and duck while the villains release you with wide eyes. They were too busy discussing the 101 (repulsive) ways they wanted to have some ‘fun’ with you to notice the heroes spreading out around the store.

Broken glass crunches beneath Dynamight’s boots as he stalks forward and blasts the fumbling third villain. The first villain opens fire while the second cocks his gun and drags you toward the pro hero.

The villain laughs manically, “This what you’re ‘ere for?” Dynamight’s brows furrow deeply as he takes in the sickening sight of his omega in another’s arms, the gun barrel bruising your tender flesh. You squirm in the villain’s hold as you whine, trying to wriggle free and run to your alpha.

Your angry blond grunts, “Take your filthy hands off her or you’ll lose ‘em.” The villain cackles and tightens his grip on the trigger. You can hear the creaking of the gears, ready to fire at any moment. You whine loudly, gazing at Dynamight with big eyes and a pout on your lips.

“Please,” you cry out as the villain slides the barrel down your neck, resting it on Denki’s mating mark. Revulsion builds in your stomach, bile threatening to rise in your throat from how disgusted you are right now. Your scent turns rotten. No one but your alphas are allowed to touch your marks.

You scrunch your eyes as you hear the creaking become louder. If this is the end—

BANG!

Warm, familiar arms grasp you tight as your eyes shoot open. Dynamight holds you close, his sputtering heart pressed against yours. Behind you, Cellophane’s tape snaps from the ceiling as he body slams the villain to the floor. The gun skids across the floor. A missed shot.

Dynamight says quietly, “Let’s go.” He loops an arm beneath your legs and runs you out of the store, your face buried in his neck and hands curled into fists, clutching his costume. He passes you to someone else. Someone who you’ve missed dearly.

His lean arms hold you tight as you open your eyes. Your sunshine boy stares down at you with knitted brows and slightly parted lips.

“Are you okay, mama?” He asks, concern lacing his voice as he sets you down. You nod frantically and wrap your arms around his solid torso, smothering yourself with his refreshing scent. Unable to hold back any longer, tears slide down your cheeks as you sob into your alpha. He coos to you that you’re safe now as his large hands rub your back soothingly. You lay your soul bare to him in the way you choke on your tears, letting all of the fear and pain rise to the surface.

You stutter into his shirt, “I-I wa-was s-so scare-scared.” The words come out muffled from how hard you’re pressing your body against him. He shushes you and rocks you gently from side to side.

“Honey!” You turn around, sniffling, as you see your redhead running toward you. Denki eases his grip on you as Eijiro halts in front of you.

“Eiji!” You cry out, throwing yourself into his open arms. He squeezes you tight into his bare muscles, the sight and feel of him heavenly. He gently strokes your hair as you sob, your tears streaming down his abs.

“We were so worried about you, baby. I’m so sorry that I wasn’t there to protect you,” he mutters into your locks. You shake your head and pull back slightly. You stare up at him, sniffling. He thumbs your cheeks, wiping away your tears before placing a soft kiss on your sweaty forehead.

Your voice is thick with sorrow and regret as you mutter, “N-no. I-I should ha-have jus-just w-waited. I-I—” Eijiro leans down and hugs you even tighter as you sob hard into the side of his neck.

Soon, your other alphas come over and give you cuddles. They reassure you that you’re okay and apologise for not being by your side when all of this happened. You choke on your sobs as you shake your head and reassure them that it was your mistake, not theirs.

When the sun’s chariot is pulled closer to the horizon, Hanta carries you home while your other alphas stay back to take care of everything. He sets you down on the couch and tenderly kisses you before running off to the kitchen to make you some tea. By the time he returns, you’re curled up in the corner of the sofa beneath a blanket you made a couple of months ago. You grasp the mug of steaming tea with both hands and thank him as he sits beside you.

He asks you worriedly, “You sure you’re okay? Not even one scratch you need me to take care of.”

You shake your head, saying sadly, “Not even one.” You steady the mug in one hand and grab his with your other. You place his palm on your belly through the blanket, gazing down and then back up at him with a small smile on your lips. Hanta sighs and gently rolls his thumb across your small bump. He laughs softly, smiling as he looks at you with kind eyes.

“Anything you need, love?” He asks gently. “Are you having any cravings right now? You must be hungry. The little one too.” The lazy grin on his mouth and soft gaze on your tummy melt your heart.

You hum and say, “Peanut butter… and takoyaki.” Your mate chuckles and shakes his head. He rises from the couch and gives you a quick peck before heading back to the kitchen. As he heats last night’s takoyaki in the microwave, he hears the front door thud open. You place your mug down in your lap as you listen to your alpha’s muffled conversation and their feet thumping on the wooden floor.

After a minute or two, Denki pokes his head into the living room. His face lights up as he sees you.

He squeals “Mama!” as he runs up to you. He grabs your mug and sets it down on the floor before wrapping his arms around you. Your alpha squeezes you nice n’ tight before easing off and sitting beside you.

He rambles, “You okay now, mama? That must have been so scary for you. It was kinda scary for me, too. Are you feeling better now? Where’s Hanta? Did he disappear on you?” You shake your head as you giggle.

“It’s okay, baby. I’m okay,” you say quietly. Your eyes flicker to Eijiro as he comes up to you and hugs you briefly. He places your mug back in your hands, and you thank him. He then sits next to Denki. With a hand on the blond’s shoulder, he asks if you need anything. You point to Hanta as he walks into the living room holding a tray.

You thank him as he sets it down on your lap. You grin as you pick up your chopsticks and grab one of the fried balls. You dip it into the peanut butter in a separate, small bowl and nod your head happily as you pop it in your mouth. You moan in delight as you taste the perfect salty-sweet crispiness of the combo.

Hanta chuckles as he leans against the arm of the couch, watching you fondly. You gaze at the alphas in front of you and ask about what happened after you left. They inform you that the villains have been taken into custody and the other hostages are safe. Luckily, no one was severely injured during the rescue efforts. The boys had stayed back to write up a report.

You hum as you munch on your takoyaki, listening to Denki yap away. As you take a bite of a particularly crunchy ball, Katsuki stalks into the room. He’s changed into his usual black sweatpants and t-shirt, and his blond locks drip on the fabric. The room quietens at his arrival.

He grunts out, “You shouldn’t have gone out alone.” You hum and nod submissively.

“I know—”

“What if we couldn’t save you? Did you think about that?!” He crosses his arms tight as he glares at you, yelling, “GOD YOU’RE SO DUMB SOMETIMES—”

“Bakubro,” Eijiro gets off the couch and stands between you two, blocking your angry blond’s view of you.

“Move,” Katsuki says scathingly. Your redhead doesn’t even flinch.

He says calmly, “If you’re looking for someone to blame, then blame me. You said you would, anyway. It’s my fault. I wasn’t cautious enough, and our little bee got hurt.”

“DAMN RIGHT!” Katsuki shouts. He leans over Eijiro, exploding about how fucking stupid the redhead was by letting you go out unprotected and whatnot. His yelling makes you whine and pout. Hanta notices the sour notes of your scent and the way you clutch your little bump (Denki’s too busy egging on the fight).

He shouts, “Alright, alright, enough. You’re upsetting our mate.” He leans down and kisses the top of your head, earning a sigh from you. You tilt your head back and gaze up at him, thanking him softly. He hums and pats your head, putting you at ease.

With a grumble, Katsuki stalks past Eijiro and comes over to you. He grabs your empty tray and shoves it in Hanta’s hands. Your angry blond then grumbles about how the others should get changed. As they leave the room, they cast concerned glances your way. You give Denki a thumbs up as he sticks his head back in.

Hearing their footsteps fade, Katsuki plops down beside you. He mumbles, “Y’such a brat, ya know?” You hum and pull the blankets up tighter, desperate for comfort and warmth. Your mate doesn’t miss you curling in on yourself. He places his hand on your knee and thumbs it soothingly.

He grumbles, “Missed ya. A lot.” You nod as you place your hand on his atop your knee. You catch his gaze, seeing his narrowed eyes and furrowed brows. His breathing is so shallow. You whine at his frustration, gently squeezing his wrist.

Katsuki grunts, “C’mere,” as he leans over and sits you in his lap, blankets draped across the both of you. You melt upon feeling his heat, relaxing into his body with a sigh. You bury your face in his neck, revelling in his scent as you breathe deeply. His strong arms hold you tight like he’s afraid you’ll be taken away from him (because he is).

You giggle as he wipes his palm on the blanket before cupping your small bump through the delicate fabric. He sighs and kisses your brow, muttering against your skin how you shouldn’t scare him like that again. You continue to hold each other even as your other alphas drift back into the living room.

That night, each of your mates cuddle with you on the couch as you watch your favourite animated film. When it finishes, you sigh and smile lazily as you snuggle into Eijiro’s chest. He chuckles deeply, the sound so calming and reassuring to your ears. You softly purr as he caresses your belly and peppers kisses across your forehead and cheeks.

“Eiji,” you say quietly. He hums as he kisses your temple sweetly. You sigh, “M’tired.” He squeezes your shoulder before whispering for you to hold on. He lifts you easily and whisks you off to your bedroom.

As he approaches your door, you whine, “I don’t wanna sleep alone tonight.”

Your mate says in that gentle voice, “Who do you wanna sleep with tonight, princess?” You hum as you think, your grasp on his neck tightening.

“Youuuuu,” you coo. “Or Kami,” you add as an afterthought. “Orrrrr Suki or Hanta.” Your alpha laughs at your uncertainty.

He says lightly, “D’you wanna sleep with all of us?” You hum, nodding.

Your boys would do anything for you. Even rearrange the living room and break out the emergency futons at 10pm because you want to be with them all tonight. You clap happily as you walk back into the living room (you were ordered by your angry blond to get ready for bed while they took care of the rest).

Hanta wraps an arm around your shoulders as he leads you to the centre of the fluffy white futons. He points and says, “You lay down here, okay?” You nod before pressing a brief kiss to his jaw. He holds your hands as you sit on the futon (cause bub makes everything so hard😒). You watch amused as the boys proceed to fight over who gets to sleep next to you.

Your quiet voice catches their attention as you say, “It doesn’t matter. I just wanna be with you all tonight, m’kay?” Their arguing ceases, and eventually, you all lie together beneath fuzzy blankets and fresh linen. Denki turns off the light and collapses on top of Katsuki next to you, making the angry blond grunt and shove him off in the dark. You laugh, feeling the rocking of their bodies beside you.

You curl up into Katsuki’s chest as your heart and mind slow. He rubs your waist tenderly, his nose nuzzled into your messy locks. When you roll over, Eijiro pulls you into him. Katsuki grumbles behind you, and you laugh tiredly. Your hand rests on your redhead’s heart, rising and falling with his chest. One of his large palms caresses your belly while the other strokes the hair back from your face.

Their presence lulls you into a deep sleep. One of those rare ones where you feel so safe and free, floating upon the highest clouds.

You may have been unsure in the beginning, but looking back, you wouldn’t have done things any other way. You’re exactly where you want to be. And with your alphas beside you, there’s nothing you can’t survive.

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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).

their omega

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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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

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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 nine: ruined leggings

alpha! bakugou, kirishima, denki, sero x omega!fem!reader⋆｡°✩ — nsfw, handjob + blowjob, kinda femdom, kiri's rutting, bit of a blood kink, emphasis on consent and boundaries, smau + fic, 4.2k words

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a/n: texts to eiji from your pov + '🌽⭐️s' gc from denki's pov + on my femdom campaign + no, omega's aren't like snakes + reader mentions stress around maintaining her appearance

fic underneath smau

also i give zero fucks about how humungous his cock is like… idfc if it’s the girth of a soda can and the length of a truck. i don’t need it that big and i don’t think that's a topic i’ll really be discussing unless the fic is specifically focused on size kink. average cocks are okay ladies and twinks and everyone in-between!

You’re at the grocery store in the snack aisle. Eijiro pushes the shopping cart as all real men do. He stands behind you as you look at all the snacks on the shelf.

You turn to gaze at him and say, “There’s so many. Which ones do you wanna get?”

“Get whichever you like, baby,” he says as he smiles at you gently. You nod and turn back around, focusing on your snack selection. Somehow, the household has already finished the bajillion boxes of pocky Hanta bought for you during his rut. So, you grab a couple of boxes of your favourite flavours and some others you know the boys like. You walk down the aisle, searching for anything familiar.

Eijiro watches as you pick up a bag of rice crackers and turn them over. He finds your curiosity heart-warming. It makes him relax, and he gets lost in his admiration of you.

And, of course, his rut is not making it any better. He wants to wrap you up in his arms, hold you tight, and not let you go until everything returns to normal. He’s so absorbed in his thoughts he doesn’t realise you’re calling out to him until you rest a hand on his shoulder.

“Eiji,” you pout. “Everything okay?” He stares at you dumbly, seeming to wake up from his daze.

He nods frantically and stutters, “Y-yea yea baby, I’m fine. Is that all you want?” You hum in response and walk down the aisle. His red eyes latch onto the holy sight of your rounded buns in those leggings. It makes him gulp nervously. He tries to tear his gaze away, but he can’t. Not when you’re walking so far in front of him, looking so delicious.

When you get to the checkout, you start piling the snacks onto the conveyor belt. As you bend over to reach your pocky, Eijiro looks down. He swears he doesn’t mean to! But good lords, does he need to get out of this grocery store and get you out of those leggings.

You put your pocky on the belt as it moves and greet the shop assistant. You look back at your alpha as he stiffly pays for the snacks and grabs the bags, not letting you carry a single one, of course.

On the ride home, he’s very quiet. Once you pull up to your home, you notice how hard he’s gripping the steering wheel from his white knuckles. He turns off the engine and just before he gets out, you place a hand on his bicep.

“Eijiro,” you say gently. “What’s wrong, honey? Are you feeling alright?” He glares at the dashboard with a tense jaw. He’s clenching it so hard you can see the veins popping out. You lean over to place your other hand on his cheek but he grabs your wrist mid-air.

He turns his head rigidly and says through tight teeth, “Please, y/n. I’m fine.” You whine at his harsh-sounding words. You nod and draw your hands back, getting out of the car. The boot pops open and you walk to the back of the car. You lift one of the shopping bags out but Eijiro’s already beside you, prying it from your hands.

“Go inside,” he says coldly. Much more coldly than he intended to. You hum-whine in response and let go of the bag. You power walk up the driveway, eager to give him some space. As you step inside, you kick off your sneakers and run up to the entrance hall. You head to the bathroom and freshen yourself up before going to the kitchen.

Entering, you see Eijiro putting the snacks away. You come behind him and help him unpack the snacks. He gazes at you with a creased brow and tight jaw every so often. Because, unfortunately for him, you’re still in your activewear. It only takes dropping a box of choco pies and you bending over temptingly to pick them up, which drives him over the edge. He snatches the box from your hands and throws it off to the side.

You squeal as he grabs your hips and pulls you into him, smashing his lips on yours. You cup his cheeks and arch your back as his thick, muscular arm encircles your waist. His other hand captures the squishy flesh of your ass. You moan into his lips as he presses his body firmly to yours, his erection flush against your lower tummy.

His sharp teeth graze your bottom lip and gently nip at it, causing you to moan louder. You melt into his hold as his tongue pries your mouth open and takes ownership of it. You move to his rhythm, however he wants it.

The way he dominates you… you know that he’ll keep you safe and make you feel good. Your fingers slip into his gelled-up hair and mess up the locks at the back of his neck. You mewl his name into his lips as both of his hands squeeze your ass.

You’re breathless by the time he pulls away. Spit connects your lips, making your alpha grin as the little strings snap. You look up at him with big eyes as you pant. He licks his lips and gently kisses you from the corner of your mouth to your hairline.

He whispers, “Sorry, baby. I just—”

You cut him off with a hum. “No,” you breathe out. “It’s okay. I understand.” You smile as you brush your nose against his ear lovingly.

He chuckles low in your ear, “No, baby. I don’t think you understand.”

You hum and challenge him, “What don’t I understand?” You pull back so that you can see his face. With his eyes on you, you look down, gesturing to the bulge pressing into you.

He clears his throat and says, “What you don’t understand is that you shouldn’t wear these tight fuckin’ leggings when I’m rutting. I’m like a fuckin’ predator, right now.”

You giggle, “Tell me something I don’t know.” You tilt your head to the side sweetly, encouraging him to go on. Eijiro looks away from you and takes a deep breath. As his kind eyes settle on yours again, he leans down and presses his lips back on yours.

This time, you kiss tamely. His large hands have finally moved on from your ass cheeks (for now); one now cups the back of your neck while the other rests between your shoulder blades. You moan as he has another soft nibble on your lower lip. The feeling of his sharp teeth biting down into your flesh like that unleashes something primitive within you. A desire that could be yours, or exist solely because you’re an omega.

As the flesh rebounds from his nip, you pull away. Lips ghosting his, you whisper, “Please, do that again.” No further instruction is needed as Eijiro kisses you and bites your lower lip once more. This time, he bites a little bit harder. At the pressure, you moan and grip onto his locks, pulling his head back slightly.

With a groan, he pulls back. His strong hands trail down to your hips and grip them tightly. He draws you impossibly closer so that your forehead rests against the crook of his neck. He lightly kisses the shell of your ear before nibbling down on it. The sensations have you mewling in his hold as his teeth pull on your earlobe before letting it go.

He whispers, “Need you so fuckin’ bad, babygirl.” You hum below his ear. He continues with desperation lacing his voice, “Can I?”

“Can you what?” You mumble into his skin. He sighs and squeezes your hips extra tight. You squeal at the tightness of his grip, calling his name. He lets go and gently rubs your sides up and down.

“Can I have you? Right here, right now?” He asks low as he sways your hips. You don’t respond for a little. As you think, you rest the side of your head down while your hands release his hair and wrap around his shoulders. You can hear the thumping of his heartbeat and feel the eternal heat of his body. You sigh into his embrace, moulding further to his solid frame.

At last, you say quietly, “It depends on what you want. And besides, we’re in the kitchen. Anyone could walk in right now.”

Eijiro chuckles, “They won’t. Well—” He shrugs. “Maybe Denki will. But the others will be repelled, trust me.” You laugh and lift your head off his pec.

“So,” you say as you raise an eyebrow. “What do you want from me?” He grumbles at your words and shakes his head.

He says low, “It’s not a transaction, sweetheart—”

You hum and chime in, “Of course not! I just mean, what would you like to do together?” He groans and thumbs the delicate skin over your cheekbone. He leans down and kisses the spot softly like you’re made of porcelain.

He draws back and says, “Honestly, I wanna bend you over that bench and have my way with you.” He nods to the side, signalling to the kitchen bench. You hum in response.

You take a deep breath in and say, “I don’t really feel like doing that right now.” And it’s true. With how worked up Denki had you just a few days ago, you were not ready for a part two to that. And definitely not one that involved penetrative sex.

Eijiro tries to hide his disappointment, but you feel the slump of his shoulders and see the velvety pink coating his cheeks. You cup his cheeks and pull his forehead down to yours. You close your eyes and enjoy having him close for a moment before breaking the silence, “But I’m happy to do other things like pleasure you.” He hums low.

“And I want you to mark me if you want to?” You say smiling. Your alpha pulls back and nods.

He kisses your forehead and sighs into your skin, “’Course I want to, babe. Is it really okay though, if we just focus on me?” You hum and nod. You smile wide and press a soft kiss to his lips.

You whisper sweetly, “I’d like nothing more.” Your alpha draws you into a passionate kiss. Your hands roam each other’s bodies as he pushes you back against the kitchen bench. You moan into his mouth as his tongue swirls around yours.

Soon, his lips are trailing down your jaw and neck. You bite the side of your lip as he nibbles on your soft skin. It drives you insane with how good it feels. Who knew you’d enjoy his sharp teeth marking you up like this? Your hands grip his shoulders as he sucks a particularly brutal hickey among the constellations left by your whimpering blond. You sigh with pleasure.

Eijiro’s lips brush over your freshly healed mark, and you moan. He drags his tongue across your neck just above the scar, making you squeal excitedly. He nips at the side, relishing in the sound of your pleasure.

Finally, he bites down to mark you. The squelching sound of his razor-sharp teeth piercing your skin has you screaming out in pain. And then, you moan in ecstasy. Your blood overflows and drips down his chin as he quickly pulls away. Your alpha licks his lips quickly before licking your bleeding wound. You chew on your bottom lip as you attempt to stay quiet.

Every lap of that metallic-tasting substance has you gazing at the heavens above. You’re so close. Just one more and you’ll be mated to all of your alphas.

Once your blood begins to clot, Eijiro stops licking and sucking on your mark. He gazes into your eyes and cups your cheeks, whispering to you how well you’re doing right now. You giggle and wipe off the streaks of blood staining his chin and neck.

“Here,” he grunts. He pulls off his shirt and wipes your hands with it (he’s such a fucking gentleman arf arf arf). Tossing it to the side, he asks, “You alright, sweetheart?” You hum and nod as a grin stretches across your lips. You press your forehead to his and you two take a moment to breathe.

His chest heaves with yours as he wraps his arms tight around you and pulls you into his embrace. All is quiet while you bask in each other’s presence.

You hum happily and gaze up at your mate. He grins down at you, and you lean up for a short kiss. You can taste your blood lingering on his lips. But rather than killing the mood, it only adds to it. Tasting the iron, you moan and swoon into him.

He kisses you in a way that’s so consuming and deep yet so tame; lips and tongue intertwine but don’t force. It’s a mutual kind of kiss where both of you are as hungry yet calm as each other. You both know that you have as long as you’d like to explore one another.

You gently push him back by his chest and say, “It’s my turn, okay?” He caresses your cheek while his brows slightly furrow.

“You sure you’re alright? You okay with doing this?” You nod enthusiastically and place the most tender little kiss on the tip of his nose.

You giggle, “Just relax. I know what I’m doing.” With his hands on your hips, he shifts your bodies so that he’s leaning against the kitchen bench. You smirk and stroke his chest and abs up and down.

You meet his eyes as you say, “Did I ever tell you how much I love your home gym?” He chuckles and kisses your cheek.

“Oh yea?” He mutters into your skin. You laugh and lean into him for a moment before drawing back. You stretch up and kiss his sharp jaw, your lips setting his skin on fire. He groans as you kiss down his Adam’s apple and suck on the tip of his collarbone. The little choked-up noises he makes for you make you grin all cocky.

You suck on the spot right below his ear, making him moan. Your hands glide down his firm abs one last time before you grip the waistband of his sweats. He grunts pathetically as you bite his neck harshly while your hand dips and grabs his stiff cock through his briefs.

You moan against his neck as you feel just how fucking hard and leaky his cock is for you right now. You’re embarrassed to admit it, but you love having these very attractive men whining like whores just for you (or is that just me😁).

You slide your hand up and down Eijiro’s length while you continue sucking hickeys all over him. Once you’re content with how purple his neck and shoulders are going to be tomorrow, you get down on your knees. You pull down his sweatpants and squeal as you see his bulge through those dreadful briefs. But you wanna keep them on for now.

Sucking in your bottom lip, you trace the outline of his heavy cock with your fingertips. He whimpers like the little slut he is as you apply pressure to his tip. You continue stroking him through his briefs until he bucks his hips into your hands, desperate for more friction. You remove your hands from him and pull off his your hoodie. You gaze up at him as you unclasp the hooks of your sports bra and slide it down your arms, releasing your breasts.

Your mate groans as you take off his boxers and throw them in a heap with your other clothes. You moan as you gaze at his dripping cock. He’s leaking so much pre-cum, and his head is so red and angry-looking. And his balls look so heavy. You cup them in one hand while your other hand grabs his tip. You squeeze the head of his cock as you lean in and suck on one of his balls.

Seeing you on your knees like this for him has Eijiro groaning and subconsciously clenching the edge of the kitchen bench. You take his other ball in your mouth before pulling back and spitting on his cock.

Grinning, you mix the pre-cum and spit and spread it down his shaft. Once you’re satisfied, you start jerking him off with both hands. Such rouses a delightful array of sounds from your mate.

You look up at him as you say, “Do you like that, baby? Want me to go faster?” He groans and bites his lip as his crimson eyes gaze into yours.

“F-feels so good, princess. Just k-keep doing that for me,” he grunts. You hum in response and continue your pace.

If you’re being honest, the sight of his weeping cock and the sounds of his pants and groans make your panties pool with slick. Right now, his pleasure is everything to you. You’d do anything to keep him moaning and spilling pre-cum. As long as he likes this and feels good, that’s all that matters to you. You do wish though, that you had taken your leggings off before you started jerking him off, as your hands are far too sticky right now to touch anything but your alpha’s cock.

You shift up on your knees and bring his cock to your mouth.

As soon as your lips are wrapped around his leaky tip, Eijiro rasps, “Fuck! Baby, fuck!” Your mouth is so fucking hot and wet it makes his eyes roll back. You suck on the tip before sliding down his shaft.

You take as much of him into your mouth as you can (which admittedly isn’t as much as you thought it would be) before pulling back. With both of your hands wrapped around his base, you bob your head up and down on his cock.

Your mate moans loudly, feeling your searing tongue pressing hard on his underside. The stimulation makes his knees feel weak. But he’s a man, and after resting back on the bench for a minute or two, he stands unsupported on his two feet.

His hands thread into your hair while he praises you, “Such a good fucking girl for me, baby. Taking me so well.” You moan on his cock. The vibrations from your mouth trigger a fresh batch of pre-cum to spill down your throat. Being the good girl that you are, you suck even harder on his cock and gulp down his pre-cum.

“Fuck, baby,” he groans. “Tryna milk me, aren't cha?” You moan even more around his length, desperate to make him drip even more. He curses as even more of the salty cream spreads across your tastebuds.

You keep sucking him for a couple of minutes before he grunts out, “Fuck, baby! Stop! Stop!” Confused, you immediately stop and pull off his cock. You crane your head up and gaze into his lust-hazy eyes.

You tilt your head to the side and ask, “What’s wrong, Eiji? Did it not feel good or—”

“No,” he cuts you off. You stay quiet as he takes a few deep breaths. As he does, you notice that you’re panting too. You take the time to calm down with him.

“No, baby, you’re perfect. You’re so perfect,” he sighs and smiles down at you. You nod, and he continues, “Just wanna try something else. That okay?” You hum in response.

Eijiro grabs his shaft and motions with his finger for you to come closer. You obey and he slides the tip back between your lips. You suck on it hard and he moans. One hand tangles in your locks and pulls you off his cock.

“Just let me, yea?” He grunts. You hum and take his head back in your mouth. He lets go of his base and curls his other fingers into your hair. Holding your head, he slowly bucks his hips, fucking his cock into your mouth. He pushes in until his balls hit your spit-soaked chin. You choke on his length and gasp, causing him to draw himself out completely.

“You okay, bub?” He says, concerned. His brow is creased as he stares at you with wide eyes. You nod, and he pushes all of your hair back before bringing his hips closer to your face. You grab his cock and guide it into your mouth. This time, he eases most of it into your mouth before drawing back out. And then pushing back in.

Your mate builds up a steady rhythm of fucking your pretty mouth with his cock. You rest your hands on his thighs and focus on breathing through your nose so you don’t choke.

When Eiji’s eyes aren’t on your pouty lips wrapped around his shaft, or rolling to the back of his skull, he’s gazing into your doe eyes. They look so big and innocent, deliciously contrasting the rather unholy things you’re doing to each other right now.

His hips rut faster as he feels that tight coiling in his stomach. He pants and groans as he hits the back of your throat over and over again with the tip of his cock. You moan around him as he keeps fucking your mouth.

Suddenly, he pushes your head down until your nose tickles his neatly trimmed pubes. You choke on his cock, but he pushes his length in slightly more. Your eyes water as you stare up at him, watching his sharp teeth grit. He then fucks your throat with quick, rough, and small thrusts. Your fingers press into his toned thighs as you gag on his cock.

He grunts out between thrusts, “Yea, fuck-baby that’s it. Good girl. Just a little more f’me, yea? Almost there, pretty girl.” You whine on his cock as tears drip down your cheeks.

Eijiro pulls out slightly as his knot swells. At once, you feel his hot seed shoot down the back of your throat. Your squeal is muffled as you pull off his cock and jerk him with your hand.

His cum spills down your chin and chest, and you cover your mouth with your other hand as you cough from the thick cream coating your throat. He groans your name loudly as he watches his cum drip down your beautiful tits and tummy.

By the time you’re jerking those last little dribbles of blazing white seed, you’re absolutely covered in it. Luckily, you’ve stopped coughing and now, you’re just crying a little. With a whine, you stand up.

Your alpha pulls you into his arms. He rubs your back with his wide hands and brings your face to nuzzle into his neck. You hold each other as you both calm down. He gently cups your cheeks and pulls your head back so he can look at you.

He thumbs your under-eyes, wiping away your tears. He then wipes the seed from your lips and chin with his fingers. You laugh sweetly as he looks down at his fingers. You lean forward and brush your nose against his.

“So messy, aren’t you?” You tease him. He chuckles and kisses you tenderly. You moan into his lips and move your hands to his chest, feeling the sticky mess of his cum covering the both of you.

He can taste himself all over your lips and tongue. The saltiness makes him groan. He nips your lower lip just the way you like it, making you mewl.

He draws away and nuzzles your neck, asking softly, “Let me clean you up?” You giggle and rest your head back on his shoulder.

You hum and say, “Okayyyyy. But no fooling around in the shower. Denki’s already tired me out for the next month.”

He chuckles low and grumbles, “Fucker.” He grabs you beneath your knees and carries you across his body.

As he walks to the bathroom, you ask, “But what about the kitchen? I think we made a mess there too.”

Eijiro hums, “Don’t worry ‘bout it, princess. I’ll clean it up after I put you to bed. You must be exhausted.” You nod, noticing how easily he carries you with one hand while he slides the bathroom door open.

You mumble into his warm, tanned skin, “I am. That’s so embarrassing.” He sets you down in the shower and turns on the water.

Shaking his head, your mate says, “No, it’s not. You have to handle all of us. It’s not a surprise you’d be tired.”

You hum, “But I’ve barely done anything.” He steps forward and gestures to your leggings. You bite your lip as you look down, seeing how ruined they are from his cum.

You nod and say, “Yea, go ahead.” Eijiro steps close to you and crouches down, shimmying your leggings down.

As he does, he says, “Don’t be so hard on yourself. You’re not used to this yet.” You hum in response while your hands thread through his wet, red-leaking locks.

“Hey Eiji,” you say quietly. He hums as you step out of your leggings. “You owe me a new pair. You know that, right?” He throws them out of the shower in the corner of the bathroom. He then wraps his strong arms around you and draws you under the water with him.

He chuckles above your ear, “Sure do.”

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જ⁀➴ chapter eight: bathroom shenanigans

alpha! bakugou, kirishima, denki, sero x omega!fem!reader⋆｡°✩ — nsfw, thigh riding, handjob, femdom, sub!denki?, denki's rutting, smau + fic, 3.7k words

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a/n: 'household🏡' gc from your pov + how tf did this go from ‘ride my thigh bbg’ to ‘such a slut for mommy’? might just be my fav chapter of the story tbh

fic underneath smau

With Denki rutting, Hanta was no match for the “fake blond”.

After delivering a brutal shock to the tape hero’s stomach, Denki stalked up to you (ignoring the two alphas next to you ofc) and grabbed your wrist.

Despite your confusion, he dragged you into the house. His grip on you was tight as he led you down the twisting hallways, all the way to the bathroom. He shoved the door open and tugged you inside behind him.

Now, you’re dabbing the cut on his eyebrow with a cotton ball dipped in disinfectant. He’s sitting on the bathtub's edge and you’re standing between his legs. He can’t keep his eyes off your slightly parted lips and the way your tongue darts out to wet them every so often.

He coos your name, and you remove the cotton ball from his brow to look at him. You hum, urging him to go on as you move back to the sink. You grab a fresh cotton ball and return to standing between his legs.

Denki says quietly, “Did I look cool, baby?” You chortle softly and nod.

You say warmly, “You looked so cool, honey.” You move back to the sink a few more times while cleaning his wounds. They’re only minor and you reassure him they’ll be gone in a week.

You go to dab his bloody lip but he grabs your wrist.

Gazing up at you, Denki says low, “Don’t worry about that. You can just kiss it better, right?” You chuckle and pull back from him. He lets go of your wrist with ease. You place the cotton ball down and clean up the mess you’ve made around the sink.

As you wash your hands, you feel Denki’s lean arms wrap around your waist. He rests his chin on your shoulder and presses his body into yours. You catch those golden eyes in the mirror while wiping your hands.

He smirks and turns his head to the side, planting a kiss on the side of your neck. His long fingers curl in your locks and sweep them from your shoulder, giving him access to your supple skin.

You gasp in pleasure as his tongue slides up your neck. The wet trail it leaves behind cools with the breeze entering through the ajar window. You tilt your head to the side and back as he continues to kiss your hot flesh sloppy style. His spit-filled kisses turn into licks and bites as he nears your other scent gland — your unmarked scent gland.

Rough hands bunch up your shirt and expose your stomach to the cold air. You moan loudly as he grabs handfuls of your tits through your lace bra. His canines nip at your scent gland as his fingers pinch your erect nipples. You throw your head back as a soft mewl passes through your lips.

Denki groans into your sensitive spot as his fingers play with your breasts. The vibrations from his chest and throat, and the euphoric feeling of his hands on your body make you arch your back. Your whine turns into a gasp as your ass hits the blond’s hips. You can feel the stiff base of his cock pressing into the ripe flesh of your peaches.

This coaxes another groan from Denki and he squeezes your boobs. You mewl his name as your back arches further.

He mumbles into your skin, “You gonna let me mark you too, mama?” Once that name slips from his lips, you moan pathetically.

Suddenly, Denki removes his hands from your chest and spins you around by your hips. He grips the edge of the sink bench, trapping you underneath him.

Your arms wrap around his neck as you tug him to your lips. As you kiss, he whines about it being too hard. You can taste the iron of his blood on your tongue. It makes you moan into his lips.

His fingers tangle in your hair and pull gently on your roots, tipping your head back. He laps at your neck again, relishing the flavour of your delicate skin.

Your eyes scrunch shut as he sucks harshly on your scent gland. The act has you moaning uncontrollably while your hands squeeze his firm shoulders. He pulls off your skin with a popping sound and smirks at the redness rising to the tender flesh.

He coos, “Come on, mama. Let me claim you as mine.” You bite your lip as you whine. You’re like a puppet and he’s your master, pulling the strings with the way he manoeuvres you. And he dares to call you ‘mama’ as he does so.

Your alpha tilts your head forward and captures your lips in another rough, whiney kiss. Tongues swirl and air is exchanged, his spit drips down your chin. As he pulls away, your lips are connected by the clear, stringy fluid.

He smirks as you whimper, “Please mark me, baby.” He chuckles at how breathless you are. Those hazy eyes and spit-stained lips unlock something carnal buried deep within him. Not like you’re the same or anything.

Panting, the blond leans down with his hands on your mid-back, pulling you flush against him. You take a deep breath as he bites down on your scent gland, releasing pleasure within you unbeknownst to man. Tingling sensations spread like wildfire through your body as his bite is engraved into your skin forever. You wouldn’t have it any other way.

The intoxicating mix of pain and ecstasy doesn’t affect you like it did the first time. It’s much more bearable, and your mind is clearer.

When Denki finally releases you from the clutches of his jaw, you’re still able to stand upright (with a bit of help). You rest your forehead against his shoulder as his arms wrap around you. You can hear your heart beating rapidly in your chest. Over the next few minutes, you both hold each other and calm down from your highs.

It’s only now that you realise how goddamn fucking wet you are. You squirm in Denki’s arms as you feel the slick dripping and pressing against your sopping cunt, ruining your lace panties.

Your mate notices your discomfort. He cups your cheek and lifts your gaze to his golden eyes.

He says softly, “What’s wrong, babe?” You shake your head and look down, a fresh blush gathering on your cheeks from your embarrassment. The blond connects the dots as he takes a deep breath in, the scent of your sweet slick burning his nostrils and throat in the best way possible.

He groans in your ear, “Come ‘ere, mommy. Let me make you feel good.” You gasp as he bundles up the sides of your shorts in his fists. The movement pushes your soaked panties right up against your pussy; you stare up at him with wide eyes. The little ‘o’ shape of your lips and pretty doe eyes makes him smirk.

Denki crouches down and pulls your shorts and panties off together. Once you step over them, he hurls them to the side.

“Always in such slutty shorts, babe,” he teases you. You laugh in embarrassment as heat rises to your cheeks. He stands back up, hands trailing up your divine curves, and moves beside you. He turns on the tap and washes his hands.

Your alpha says, grinning, “Wouldn’t wanna touch my girls’ pussy with these filthy hands, would I?” You shake your head vigorously as your thighs clutch at the thought of his fingers between your folds. He dries them off and returns to standing in front of you.

“Where were we, mama?” He asks with a lewd look in his eyes. You whine and grab his hand, placing it on your lower tummy. He chuckles breathily, “So eager for me.” Your alpha splits your legs with his knee, making you mewl as your slick drips onto his clothed thigh. He curses beneath his breath. Those delicious fingers down your cunt, making your back arch and dirty moans fall from your lips.

“Fuck, mama. Give me a sec,” Denki grunts. He removes his hand from your pussy making you whine. The sight of your whimpering frame and pouty lips makes his cock painfully harder. He kicks off his sweatpants and boxers, erection springing free. Seeing his hard cock oozing out pre-cum has your mouth and cunt drooling.

Mindlessly, you palm your heat before wrapping your silky hand your alpha’s length. He groans loud as your wet hand grips his shaft so fucking tight and begins jerking him off slowly. His sunshine eyes flicker between his cock and your face; he watches you watch yourself giving him a handjob.

His sticky hand returns to your sloppy cunt and his fingers circle your clit. You moan, your ecstasy echoing off the bathroom walls as he circles your clit faster and harder.

You whimper his name as you look up into his eyes and notice the sweat beading across his forehead. Pleasure jolts up your spine and has you moaning again as Denki continues his ministrations.

You do your best to jerk him off but, you don’t know if it feels good as you are continually distracted by your pleasure. And the entire time, your slicks gushes from your hole onto his milky thigh.

At this moment, your alpha can’t stop staring at his wet skin; it glistens in the late morning sunlight. He licks his lips, a grunt escaping them as you drag your finger through his creamy slit.

He slides his fingers out of your sopping hole and smacks your clit, earning a strangled moan from you. He then grabs your hips and pulls you onto his soaking thigh. The skin-to-skin contact is heavenly. It has your eyes rolling to the back of your head, moans spewing from your mouth as your free hand grips his t-shirt.

Denki begins rocking you back and forth on his thigh, making you moan even louder. You wrap your arm around his shoulder for stability as you start bucking your hips on his toned thigh. You jerk your hand even more frantically, trying to match the pleasure that your mate is making you feel right now.

You gaze up into his eyes, squealing at the squelching sounds from below. Your lips are trapped between your teeth as you try to quieten yourself down, but he isn’t having any of that.

Your alpha switches to holding you by the waist with one arm while his free hand comes to pry your lip out from your teeth. Once the plump flesh pokes out, he pulls you into a tender kiss. His mouth muffles your mewls perfectly, and his tongue explores every corner of your mouth.

He groans as your pussy becomes even more soaked. Your arousal is now dripping down the back of his thigh and onto the bathroom floor. He pulls away from your lips but keeps his forehead pressed against yours.

The intimacy of this moment is unlike any other. Never before have you been so vulnerable with another man. And not in an “I’m a virgin” way. There’s something about how erratically you’re riding his thigh, how fucking syrupy your cunt is for this man, how close you are, the twitching of his cock beneath your fingers, the streams of blood crying from your fresh mark. You’ve never felt so connected to another being as you do to Denki right now.

You smash your lips back on his as you feel your orgasm build. Your thighs tense just like your pussy as you rub yourself against him faster and harder.

At this point, you start bouncing on his thigh. The slapping of his saturated thigh against your equally soaked clit makes you squeal and whine in ecstasy. You nibble on his lower lip and taste his blood on the tip of your tongue. With a moan, he pulls away from you and stares at you pouty.

“Zoinks! You’re so fuckin’ mean, mommy” Denki grunts out. You suppress a laugh as he grips your waist even tighter and bounces you on his thigh even harder and faster. His only wish is that he had enough time to take your shirt off so he could see your tits bouncing too.

The mirror behind you is foggy from your intimacy; the air is filled with the sounds of smacking, slicked skin and pornographic moaning and whimpering.

You scream out, “I’m gonna cum! I’m gonna cum!” Your mate groans as your thighs clamp tightly around him, shaking. Your frame trembles as you moan and scream from how fucking good your orgasm feels. You grab onto him even tighter, pulling yourself into his chest as your climax surges throughout your body.

You let go of his leaky cock to grab onto his hips, fully unable to support yourself right now as you shudder through your high. You moan his name over and over as you slowly rub your clit on his cum-soaked thigh.

Denki presses you back into the sink top and holds you close as you calm down. Your body shakes and you moan loudly every so often from the final tremours of pleasure.

Once you slow to a stop, he rubs your back and whispers in your ear how good you are for him. He holds you until your breathing calms down. Sighing, you look up at him with ruddy cheeks and a glowy smile. He chuckles and presses a sweet kiss to your swollen lips. You moan and cup his cheeks, leaning into his loving touch.

He kisses you tentatively at first, uncertain of how you need him right now. But with your guidance, the kiss feels natural and romantic in a way that only such a vulnerable and pleasurable experience can draw out. Sighing, you pull back and gaze at him. He gently smiles and pecks you on the cheek, earning a giggle from you.

He moves to your ear and whispers, “You okay, mama?” You nod and kiss his jaw.

You sigh, “M’fine baby. Y-you okay? You need me to—”

“Later,” he grunts, shaking his head and moving his slick-covered thigh. You shudder and mewl, gripping him tightly. He shushes and reassures you before straightening his leg and standing on it, leaving you with no upright support other than his arms around you. You mumble his name into his neck, and he groans.

Denki strokes your hair and says, “I gotta clean you up, omega. Wanna take a shower together?” You hum in response. He grabs you by the underarms like a cat and lifts you, setting you down on the bench you’ve been leaning on. You sigh as he sets you down, still very sensitive down there. He grabs the hem of your tee and pulls it over your head.

As soon as it’s thrown to the side, your alpha is admiring your breasts. If you weren’t so tired, he would bury his face between them and kiss and nip and suck your soft flesh. He cusses quietly as he pulls his shirt off, telling you to wait for him while he turns the shower on.

You stare at his delicious back muscles, grateful for being blessed with such a spell-binding sight. It sends new waves of pleasure shooting through your body like little electric shocks. Slick starts pooling on the wooden sink top as he comes back over to you. You moan softly as your eyes flicker from his cock to his face.

Denki carries you to the shower. Setting you down, the warm water sprays on your body. You take his hand and lead him under the water with you. You both sigh and cuddle in the shower, eventually sudsing your bodies up and rinsing it off.

Now, your back is pressed against Denki’s chest. He’s kissing your neck and shoulders, leaving bites along your collarbone. His cock is still as hard as a fucking rock; it presses into your lower back.

You shift back into him slightly, causing him to groan and bite down on the soft flesh of your shoulder tip. You whimper as he peppers the reddening spot with kisses.

He mutters into your skin, “Don’t do that.” You moan and chuckle.

“Why not?” You tease. His grip on your hips tightens as he sucks a hickey near your fresh mating mark, making you moan and your back arch.

“Denkiiii,” you mewl. He pulls off your neck and turns you around, just like how this all started. He cups your face and kisses you. His lips are on yours with bruising pressure and he coaxes your tongue into his mouth to suck on it.

The sensation makes your eyes shoot wide open. You squirm in his hold for a few seconds before you begin enjoying how it feels. Relaxing back into him, you trail your fingers up and down his chest.

You’re feeling a bit brave right now.

Your mate yelps and pulls away from the kiss as you pinch his nipples. His hands wrap around your wrists as his gaze flicks between the smirk on your lips and your fingertips curling around his erect nipples.

You coo, “You like that, baby?” He whines and nods. You take one of his nipples into your mouth with a grin, making him moan beneath you. You circle your tongue around his nipple before sucking on it harshly, repeating the process a few times before moving on to his other.

As you do, his fingers twirl in your locks while his other hand squeezes your hips. Pulling back with an even wider smirk, you plant a quick peck on his lips.

“You gonna let me help you finish?” You say with a raised brow. Denki gulps and nods, grabbing your hand and wrapping it around his stiff cock. He groans as your fingers get a good grip on it, a tight grip.

You fuck him with your fist, watching every little expression he makes. You don’t miss a single time his eyes roll back, or his tongue drags across his busted lip (and then the little wince afterwards from his forgetfulness). You bring your other hand to the back of his head and pull his face back to your neck.

You whisper in his ear, “You’re such a slut for mommy, aren’t you?” He moans into your damp skin while you pick up the pace, jerking him off faster.

He whimpers, “Y-yes, mommy.” You pull his head back by his hair and look into his golden eyes. You grin at how lust-filled they are, at the parting of his lips and pink dusting his cheeks. You brush your lips against his and moan against them. Then at the last second, you move back to avoid his kiss. The little game makes your golden boy whine.

“Do you want me to suck on your cock, baby?” You say sweetly. If only your tone knew the words they laced. Your alpha shakes his head, but you can feel a new stream of pre-cum leaking down his shaft. You gaze down for a moment to confirm, and the sight of his creamy tip widens your grin.

You look back at him and say, pouting mockingly, “Why not, baby?” His little helpless whine makes you moan and you lean that much closer to him, your tits brushing against his chest.

He stutters, “P-please don’t, mama. If you do, I-I-fuck-mama—” He drops his head back down on your shoulder. You suddenly stop pumping his cock and he becomes a whining, moaning mess against your skin.

“No! No, mama! Why?” He says as his body shudders.

You gently rub his back as you coo, “Why can’t I suck you off, honey?”

He whines, “’Cause if you do, I-I won’t be able to s-stop myself.” You chuckle at his words as they seem to imply some kind of self-restraint you doubt Denki has. “It’s not funny,” he pouts.

You tease him, “Like you’re holding back.” He pulls back from your shoulder and looks you dead straight in the eye.

He says seriously, “I’m holding myself back so fucking much right now, baby. Don’t make it worse, please.” You hum in response and kiss him softly.

“Fine,” you relent. You wrap your hand back around his cock and fist-fuck him until he’s trembling. He’s leaking so much fucking pre-cum right now, cock twitching with the pressure of his orgasm. You get down on your knees and pump his cock with both your hands toward your chest.

You look up at him and say, smirking, “I want you to cum on my tits, baby. I know you like them.” He moans so fucking pathetically. You giggle as you watch his knot swell, and you urge him on.

With a shout, he cums all over your breasts. The searing ropes of his seed shoot out and coat your chest. It’s like glazing a cake the way it drips thickly over your nipples and coats your tummy.

You jerk him off through his orgasm, moaning as his cream spews all over you. You love that fucked out expression on his face, the sight of his eyes rolling to the back of his skull and seeing the whole universe there, those little whimpers and grunts clawing out of his throat.

He spills so much cum on you, it drips down to your gushing pussy. You moan in pure ecstasy as his cum coats your folds. One hand comes down to your cunt and you rub his seed in between your lips, bucking your hips against your hand from how good it feels to be covered in your mate’s cum.

At last, you stand back up. Denki’s eyes are on you as he watches you rub his cream into your skin and lick it from your fingers.

He grabs your wrists with a lazy smile on his face and says, “You’re such a freak, mama. Had no idea.” You giggle and bite your lip as you nod. He takes your cum-soaked finger into his mouth, moaning as he tastes himself all over you. You moan as he sucks hard before pulling back.

He sighs, “Looks like we need a second shower.”

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their omega

જ⁀➴ chapter seven: how the tables have turned

alpha! bakugou, kirishima, denki, sero x omega!fem!reader⋆｡°✩ — hurt/comfort, fluff, denki plays you a song, cuddles n kisses with katsuki, smau + fic, 3.7k words

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a/n: '🌽⭐️s' gc from denki's pov + texts from eiji are from izuku's pov

fic underneath smau

It feels like that moment all those weeks ago when you first arrived at your alpha’s residence. But since then, so much has changed.

As the car rolls to a stop, you stare out the window. You take in the sight of the jet-black gate, trees swaying overhead, and the sun’s blistering rays. You feel Midoriya shift next to you, his eyes watching and waiting for you to move. You spare him a glance and a small grin before hopping out of the car.

As soon as your feet hit the pavement, the gate is sliding across with a quiet hum. You lock eyes with red ones and see the radiance of his tanned skin in the afternoon light. You shut the car door behind you and begin walking towards him, Midoriya by your side.

The redhead meets you two. He breathes out, “Hey.” You give him a small smile.

“Hey, Eijiro,” you say quietly. Midoriya stands beside you, looking between the two of you awkwardly.

You turn and look up at him, saying, “I’ll be fine. Thanks for dropping me back. I’ll see you around?”

He nods sheepishly and Eijiro shakes his hand. The redhead thanks Midoriya for taking care of you. With one last smile at the both of you, broccoli boy leaves. You observe him drive away and let out a breath you didn’t know you were holding in.

Once he’s out of sight, you turn your attention to the alpha in front of you. He looks down at you and sighs.

He says, “I’m sorry, baby. I really am.” You shake your head and place your finger on your lips, gesturing for him to be quiet. Your manliest man opens his mouth to speak again but you reach up and cover it; his words come out muffled.

You say, “Let’s go inside.” You remove your hand from his full lips, your palm slightly damp from the heat of his breath.

He starts walking towards the gate and you follow him past it. He shuts it behind you two before trailing behind you to the house. You inhale the scent of your alphas, so strong and mixed. Something sweet, earthy, tangy, spell-binding.

You’ve missed this.

Eijiro opens the front door for you and you thank him as you head inside.

“So,” he starts as he slips on his house shoes. “Are you okay?” You hum in response.

He continues, “Do you wanna talk about it?” You step up onto the platform and start walking down the entrance hall, giving him no response. It’s not that you don’t want to talk about it. You just don’t want to talk about it yet. He follows close behind you.

You’re passing the living room when you hear rustling from inside. A twang of guitar strings. You stop immediately. You look at Eijiro wide-eyed before sliding the living room door open. You peep inside, golden eyes meeting yours.

“Denki?” You say, confused. He’s sitting on the floor, his back resting against the kotatsu and yellow guitar in his lap. Cords flow from his guitar somewhere off to the side. He laughs nervously and avoids your gaze. You tip-toe towards him, careful not to trip on any of the cords.

“What’re you doing?” You say as you sit in front of him.

He stutters, “U-um, well, I’m gonna p-play you a song. Y-yea.” You watch with wide eyes as he strums the guitar strings. You’re enraptured by the way his fingers move and the song's rhythm.

he only distraction is the heat of Eijiro’s body beside you once he sits down. You listen intently as Denki plays. It’s bright and slow yet powerful. You’re enchanted by his abilities.

When he finishes, you clap and exclaim, “That was so good! I didn’t know you could play like that.” He rubs his neck as he looks down.

“It was inspired by you,” he says quietly, flicking one of his guitar strings.

“What?” You breathe out in shock. You? You inspired his song? Your mind ceases to function as normal. ERROR ERROR ERROR. His words play on-loop in your mind. It was inspired by you.

Denki shrugs and gazes at you finally. He can see the confusion plastered on your face.

He nods and says, “You’re a great muse, you know?” You shake your head. You don’t know. You’re a great muse is added to the frenzy of your thoughts. You take a deep breath in and will yourself to calm down.

You ask quietly, “I’m a great muse?” The blond nods enthusiastically. He sets his guitar on the kotatsu behind him. When he turns back around, he gives you a cheeky grin.

The redhead from beside you pipes up, “You mean a lot to us, y/n. And we’re really sorry about keeping info from you. We hope that you’ll choose to stay with us and forgive us, someday.” You look down at your lap as you feel the lump swell in your throat and tears well in your eyes. You whine. The sound has the two alphas looking back and forth between you and each other, confused.

The emotions overflow and so do your tears.

Mindlessly, you grab onto Eijiro’s shirt and curl into his chest. The intimacy of your touch has his red eyes wide and jaw slack. He quickly recovers and wraps his arms around you, one motioning for Denki to get in on the action.

The blond approaches tentatively and places a hand on your shoulder. You turn your head and gaze up at him with teary eyes. His soft puppy eyes make you cry harder, and you shift out of Eijiro’s gentle hold to cling onto Denki.

You don’t mean to be so goddamn sensitive, but you can’t help it. They’re your alphas, and even though their actions have hurt you, you care about them so much. You love being with them even though they drive you insane sometimes. And you wouldn’t want it any other way.

Your sadness connects to something deep within Denki’s heart, and as the minutes pass by, he finds himself becoming as upset as you are. He holds onto you tight as the tears trickle down his face, creating a wet patch on your shoulder. You don’t notice until you hear him quietly sobbing just beneath your ear.

You nuzzle the side of his face with your nose and he tilts his head to gaze into your eyes. Glassy reflects glassy and you smile at him sadly before returning to your cuddle. Eijiro rubs your back. His touch is so warm and soothing, you relax beneath it even as your chest heaves.

You continue holding each other until you calm down. The sunbeams stream through the light curtains of the living room, casting a warm glow on your bodies. You pull back from Denki’s grasp, your hands on either side of his face as you look at him. You wipe away any stray tears from beneath his golden eyes and he does the same for you.

After a moment, you rest your forehead on his and close your eyes. You breathe slowly and gently while Denki shoots Eijiro a panicked look.

Fortunately, you miss Eijiro’s thumbs up and silent encouragement as Denki removes his hand from your cheek and starts motioning to the redhead to shut whatever the hell is happening down. Your pretty lips are far too close to his right now and he’s not ready for them to invade his personal space any further.

You whine softly and your brows furrow as Denki gestures particularly enthusiastically, the movement causing your bodies to rock ever-so-slightly. You whisper his name and suddenly, all of his attention is back on you. At this moment, he realises just how fucking tightly you’ve got him wrapped around your finger.

“What is it?” Denki means to say sweetly but it comes out as a nervous squeak. A grin spreads across your lips upon hearing him.

You sniffle before asking him teasingly, “What’s wrong? You seem on edge.” He short circuits not only within himself but the entire house. The living room light stops working, as does every other object powered by electricity in the house. You pull back from him and call his name, but he’s got the dumbest look on his face (you know the one I’m talking about).

Eijiro gently squeezes your shoulder and you turn to look at him. You gesture to the blissed-out expression Denki’s wearing and Eijiro shrugs.

“He does that sometimes,” the redhead smirks. He nods his head to the side, gesturing for you to come over to him. You obey, leaving Denki where he is and climbing onto Eijiro’s lap. You wrap your arms around his neck and bury your face into the crook of his neck. You breathe in his masculine scent. It puts you at ease and has you purring in his arms.

He chuckles before returning your purr with one of his own. He strokes your hair with care and rubs circles on your back. You could fall asleep from how relaxed you are right now.

“Baby,” he coos softly. You tilt your head back and stare back at him, a small smile on your lips.

About now, Denki has come to. He groans as the light flickers back on and rubs his face with his hand. When he looks up, he sees you and Eijiro locked in a slow kiss. The blond pouts and calls out, “Hey!”

Eijiro pulls back from your lips. His hand cups the back of your neck and holds you close to him as he looks back at an upset Denki.

“Hey,” the redhead smirks.

Denki whines, “You stole my kiss, bro!”

Eijiro chuckles low, “Not my fault you short-circuited, now is it?” The blond groans. He wraps his arms around you and pulls you out of Eijiro’s grasp. Denki sets a wide-eyed you down on his lap and sticks his tongue out at Eijiro.

“It’s my turn now!” The blond exclaims. You laugh at his enthusiasm and tilt your head back to look at him. You gently kiss his jaw with a grin. The softness of your lips has Denki bordering on malfunctioning again. You chuckle at how cute he is and brush the tip of his nose with your own. In a brave move, he closes the gap between you by pressing his full lips to yours.

You moan quietly into his mouth as your hand cups the back of his head, pulling him further down to you. The kiss is short and sweet as Denki is far too nervous for anything more (like about to shit himself kinda nerves rn). He pulls back and rests his forehead against yours momentarily, his eyes closed. Once he opens them, he stares into yours. You give him a quick peck before shifting in his lap and looking back at Eijiro.

The rest of your afternoon is spent talking with the boys. You’re strumming Denki’s guitar the way he’s shown you when Hanta comes home. Seeing you on the floor makes his heart pound. You’re finally home. He gives you a big cuddle, apologises some more to you, and admires your mark, which is healing well. Hanta joins you in sitting all together on the floor, poking fun and saying whatever comes to your mind.

As the evening wears on, you all migrate to the kitchen. Hanta and Eijiro are busy making dinner while you and Denki sit at the kitchen table. Seeing your wandering eyes, your golden boy informs you that Katsuki will be on patrol until 9pm. This information makes you pout. You yearn to see him after last night. Not having him here didn’t feel right, especially since you’ve made up with the other boys now.

When dinner is ready, Denki jumps up and helps set up the table. You want to help as well, but he insists that you stay seated and allow your alphas to take care of you. You chuckle at his chivalry and abide by his wishes (for now, anyway).

You all take your usual spots and eat dinner together. The meal tastes good and you let the boys know that you like it. And you swear you do like it. But, part of you greatly misses Katsuki’s cooking. It’s been too long (it’s been four days) since you’ve tasted his fluffy rice, tender salmon, and perfectly chewy fish balls. You have to stop yourself from moaning mid-bite as you reminisce about your stubborn and protective chef-alpha.

Next time you see him, you just wanna grab his cheekies and pepper his face in aggressive kisses. Ahem. You mean that the next you see him, you want him to be on his knees begging for your forgiveness… and then youjustwannagrabhischeekiesandpepperhisfaceinaggressivekisses.

After dinner, you offer to help with the dishwashing but are again rejected. Accepting defeat, you follow Hanta and Eijiro out of the kitchen, leaving a stuttering blond with the mountain of plates and pots and pans from tonight’s cooking.

You thank them for taking such good care of you before you go your separate ways. As you shut your bedroom door behind you, you sigh. You flop down on your bed and whine and roll around in the comfy blankets. You grab your phone and open Tumblr. You scroll for a while but stop once you hear the front door click open.

The second it thuds shut, you’re up on your feet. You sprint from your room. The thumps of your footsteps have an already-tired Katsuki on alert. He whips around, expecting a fucking boar or something to be charging at him. But then he sees you.

You run down the couple of steps and jump into his arms. Your sudden appearance has him reacting on instinct. He bundles you up in his arms and holds you tight. You breathe in each other’s scents, and his warmth makes you sigh despite how clammy his skin is.

After a few moments, he sets you back down. You can’t resist the temptation in front of you. Grabbing his cheeks, you plant hard kisses all over his face, from his sweaty forehead to his soot-stained cheeks and, finally, his awaiting pink lips. You melt into his embrace as he pulls you flush against his solid body. Your kiss is passionate, with both parties excited that this moment has finally come and eager for so much more.

He groans as you tilt your head back and tug his roots. Your back arches as he kisses you harder, a moan sliding from your mouth into his. He nips harshly at your lower lip, causing you to cry out in pleasure. The sound sets him alight. He pulls away from you quickly and pushes you back as his hands spark.

With big eyes, you gaze up at him as you wipe your spit-stained lips with the back of your hand. Katsuki looks to the side, avoiding your gaze as he wipes his hands on his black track pants. He then walks past you and puts his house slippers on, muttering a low “Sorry.” You turn around and grab his wrist, confining him to the entryway (he lets you do so).

“What?” He mumbles as he faces you. You pout as you stare up at him with furrowed brows. You let go of his wrist to fold your arms beneath your chest. The position pushes your braless breasts up slightly which does not go unnoticed by the frowning alpha.

You say annoyed, “I couldn’t hear you.” You take a step closer to him and continue, “It sounded like you said ‘sorry’ but I don’t know.” He scoffs and rolls his eyes as he stuffs his hands in his pockets.

When he looks back at you, he says between tight teeth, “I’m sorry.” You cup your ear with one hand, leaning the side of your head toward him.

“What?” You ask loudly. He mumbles something beneath his breath. “I can’t hear you,” you say in that voice used by camp rangers or at sports carnivals when all the kids are supposed to chant louder in response.

He pinches the bridge of his nose as he sighs, “For fuck’s sake I’m sorry, alright? You happy now?” You shake your head as a pout returns to your lips.

“You don’t sound very sorry,” you say, frowning. He grunts and takes his hands out of his pockets. He grabs your upper arms and pulls you back into his chest. You whine at the force he uses as your head collides with his bazongas. He wraps his arms around you and sways you gently from side to side while his hand caresses your hair.

You try to push him away, but he continues to hold you. You whimper his name as you slap his chest. He doesn’t even flinch at the pressure. You continue to try and escape his awfully muscular arms but relinquish control after a few more unsuccessful attempts.

Katsuki mutters into your hair, “I’m sorry, y/n.” He hugs you even tighter for a moment before easing up a bit. “Fuck,” he grunts out. He pulls back and cups your cheeks, tilting your head back to look into your eyes. You whine at the sad look in his sharp, crimson eyes.

He continues, “M’just so fucking bad with my words, baby. You know, yea?” You nod as you bite the side of your lip. His eyes dart to the soft flesh, and he licks his own hungrily. He leans down and rests his forehead against yours, your noses brushing.

“Wish I could show ya,” he sighs and kisses you so delicately. You moan into his lips as he angles your head just the way he wants.

You two stand there for who knows how long, kissing and whispering to each other and kissing again. At some point, Katsuki picks you up and leads you to the bathroom. He sets you down just outside the door and tells you to get ready for bed.

You beam up at him, “Why?” He plants a kiss on your forehead and then one on your nose before saying, “’Cause you’ll be sleeping with me tonight.” You nod excitedly, no objections entering your mind whatsoever, and watch him walk down the hallway.

You do as he says, brushing your teeth and doing your skincare routine before scampering off to your bedroom and changing into your favourite t-shirt of his (skulls💪💪💪🧎🧎🤭).

You walk nervously to his room as the panic sets in. Okay, so you’re sleeping together tonight. But did he mean sleeping or sleeping wink wink? You pray that he meant the former as you slide his door open. You find the room to be empty.

Eternally grateful, you exhale the breath you’ve been holding in and wander around his room. Like earlier today, you feel a sense of deja vu as you look at his All Might posters and figurines.

But this time when the door slides open, you’re greeted with a half-naked Katsuki. The towel wrapped around his hips shifts lower as he walks over to a dresser in the corner. You gulp and stand there, staring at his ripped-back muscles and delicious shoulders and the little dimples above his ass like some kind of pervert... No comment.

He catches a glimpse of you in the mirror as he opens the first draw. A short chuckle tears from his throat as he makes out the drool beginning to drip from the corner of your mouth.

Pulling out a pair of trunks and throwing them over his broad shoulder, he barks out, “The fuck you lookin’ at you little perv?” You blink in shock. When did he notice you? You think. And how long has he watched you stare at him so lewdly?

He smirks as your jaw slackens and more spit drips from the corner of your mouth. You catch his red eyes, but their colour doesn’t compare to the heat bubbling in your cheeks. You look down, thoroughly ashamed of your ogling.

Upon closing your mouth, you feel the wetness pooling at the edge of your lips. You wipe up your drool, even more embarrassed than you originally were. You turn around in your shame, determined not to embarrass yourself any further.

Katsuki stares at you in the mirror as he drops his towel and changes into his trunks. By the time you turn back around, he’s flicking off the lights and climbing into bed. He grunts at you to “Get over ‘ere” and you comply, pulling back his covers and lying down promptly. He pulls the covers up to your chin and pulls you into his chest.

His hands grab at your shirt as he mumbles in your locks, “Been lookin’ for this.” You giggle and tilt your head up, placing a kiss on his sharp jaw. He groans at your affection and wraps his arms around you tighter.

You mumble into his neck, “Did you eat?”

You can hear his smirk as he says, “’Course I did since you were taking so fucking long in the bathroom.” You whine and wriggle, causing him to grunt.

He traps your legs in his as he chuckles, “Probably could’ve bought another house while you were in there.” You hum in response.

“So you own this house?” You ask him, curiosity evident in your tone. He hums and plants a soft kiss on the shell of your ear.

He says low, “What’d you expect? These extras are just freeloaders.” You laugh, your breath fanning across his skin. You two talk for a little longer until you feel your eyes become droopy.

You whisper, “Hey, Suki.” He hums, waiting for you to continue. “Will you purr for me?” He chuckles at your request, but the sound doesn’t have its usual harshness. It’s light and carefree. He squeezes you tight and draws the covers up slightly more before the soothing vibrations begin in his chest. You moan and purr, snuggling even closer to him.

Katsuki watches you fall asleep. All of these emotions are flooding through him. Sweat beads down his neck and pools on his palms; he wipes them on his your shirt. He feels so fucking warm right now, but he doesn’t dare pull away from you because he knows that it’s not just from your body.

Your alpha doesn’t dare to stop purring until you’ve been sleeping for a good while. And even then, he purrs as he falls asleep with his cheek squished against the top of your head.

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their omega

જ⁀➴ chapter six: turmoil

alpha! bakugou, kirishima, denki, sero x omega!fem!reader⋆｡°✩ — angst, hurt/comfort, hanta marks you, deku appearance, smau + fic, 4.4k words

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a/n: '🌽⭐️s' gc from denki's pov + texts to hanta from your pov + sorry for how choppy the different texts are, i wrote them at the same time

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When you return to the house, pharmacy paper bag in hand with Hanta’s rut suppressants, you see that the front door is ajar. You push it open and gently close it behind you. After removing your shoes, you head to the entrance hall.

Your eyes are peeled for your alpha. His scent is overpowering. It fills your lungs with every inhale you take. You’re unable to tell where it’s coming from, where he might be. You call out his name and soon, you hear footsteps thudding on the wooden floors, drawing closer to you. You turn around.

Hanta skids to a halt. He’s panting and sweat is dripping down his brow. You notice that he’s in a loose pair of sweatpants, no shirt. You avert your eyes from his sweat-drenched muscles and hand him the pharmacy bag.

He snatches it from your grasp with a breathless “Thank you”. You watch as he tears the bag open and fumbles with the annoying white lid on the orange jar. Taking it off, he brings the jar to his lips and tilts his head back, pouring a few of the pearly pills into his mouth.

Instinctively, you reach out to him but stop short. You say, “Hanta, be careful! You could overdose.” He dry swallows the pills before roughly screwing the lid back on the bottle. He sighs and shuts his eyes, squeezing them tight. You take the bottle from him, your fingertips brushing his ever so slightly, which sends shivers up your spine.

You walk around him, towards his room as you say, “I’ll just put these in your draw, okay?” He follows you like a lost puppy and keeps a short distance between you.

Once you enter his room, his scent overwhelms you. You stop at the door, frozen on the spot. A whine escapes your throat. You look behind you to see Hanta standing close to you, his bare chest almost brushing your back. You gaze into his dark eyes, a pout on your lips.

He grunts, “I know.” He grabs the bottle from your hand and moves around you, heading into his room. You linger by the door, observing him. The sunlight filters through the window and catches on the rippling contours on his back.

The mere sight of him like this, the way his scent surrounds you, and even his voice threaten to do something to you. The omega in you makes you whine again as you see his muscles flex while opening the draw.

You shift uncomfortably under his stare as he comes back over to you. As soon as you’re within reach, he grabs you by the waist and pulls you into him. The force of his pull makes you gasp as you collide with his chest. Your hands press against his damp pecs as he holds you tight, face buried in the crook of your neck. You whine in his ear, making him growl. The chesty vibration turns your legs to jello, making you wrap your arms around his toned torso as you struggle to hold yourself up.

“Just stay with me, yea?” He murmurs into your ear. You nod as your hand finds the back of his neck and rubs the sweaty skin there.

For the next little while, Hanta holds you. He prays earnestly that soon, the rut suppressants will take effect. It requires every last bit of his strength to just hold you and not do anything more. Unfortunately, he can’t stop thinking of all the other things he would rather be doing with you right now. His self-control is teetering on the edge, about to snap any moment. He’s silently begging you to stay quiet as even a gasp from you could send him into oblivion.

He squeezes you even tighter, causing you to yelp into his ear. He groans, hands sliding down from your back to harshly grip your hips. He growls into your neck, “You should go.”

You shake your head and whisper into his ear, “I can’t leave you like this.”

He chuckles harshly as he says, “If you know what’s for your own good, you will.” You shake your head again and press your body closer to his, drawing out a low groan from his throat.

You know you’re playing with fire. Choosing to stay with him when you should be running might result in you getting hurt. But what you said was true. For some reason, you can’t leave him. You feel compelled to remain by his side.

You draw in a sharp breath as you feel his lips press against your neck; a soft kiss. You mewl out his name as one kiss turns to a shower of them raining down the length of your neck. At the feeling of his lips brushing your scent gland, you moan and tilt your head back. He kisses the sensitive skin, causing emotions — foreign — to course through your veins. You yelp out his name as his hot tongue darts out across your warm flesh. The cool air running over the spot sends shivers tingling down your spine.

He continues to lap at your scent gland like a depraved man. He takes a little nip at the tender skin, causing your head to snap back. Your nose-tip is against his hair and hot breath ghosts his moist forehead. You whine out his name as your hands squeeze his shoulders.

He keeps one arm wrapped tight around your hips, steadying you, as his other hand trails up your body. Over your stomach, between your breasts, and finally, it snakes up your neck. His grasp is gentle, with no pressure on your neck.

He tips your head back and keeps his hand there as he nips at your scent gland again. You moan at the sensation as both of your hands intertwine in his black locks. You hear him curse into your skin, his lips pressed flush against the spot. Momentarily, he remains still as he contemplates.

At this point, you’re panting. Your chest heaves up and down, and you can feel the erratic pace of your heartbeat. You lick your dry lips and close your eyes, doing your best to calm down in these few moments of reprieve.

You can tell it’s over when you feel Hanta’s fingertips press into the side of your neck. His hand manoeuvers your head even further back while his tongue drags across your skin from your collarbone to your jaw. The cool wetness left behind makes you moan.

And then, you scream out.

Hanta’s teeth sink deep into your scent gland. Red pools around the wound, a line forming around where his lips meet your skin. He sucks as he bites, tongue swirling and tasting that metallic taste of your blood.

Your hands are back on his shoulders, trying feebly to push him off you, only for him to tighten his grasp on you. The pressure of his hand on your neck increases and all you can feel is pain. Tears well in your eyes and fall onto your cheeks as you yelp and cry.

Suddenly, pleasure unlike any other floods your senses and transforms you into a moaning mess. You are floating. No longer grounded to this plane of existence, you drift along waves of peace and ecstasy. You can’t hear yourself anymore. You are high above it all. Fairy floss clouds tickle your toes as the sun’s heat permeates your untethered body.

Hanta pulls away, ripping you out of unexplored spaces in your mind. Your blood coats his tongue, staining it red as it stains his lips and dribbles down his neck. Your mind is foggy and your eyes are unfocused.

You can’t hear Hanta calling out to you, and you barely notice what’s happening around you as he carries you to his bed. He sets you down and wipes his mouth with the back of his hand. He then leans over you and calls your name again, hoping you’ll give him some sign of consciousness.

You shake your head to the side as your eyes close. As the fuzziness dwindles, you’re left with pain radiating from your scent gland. You groan as your brow creases. Hanta’s hand envelops your shoulders and gives you a little shake.

With your eyes still closed, you grumble, “What?” You hear him curse before you feel the press of his body against yours.

His lips brush your ear as he whispers, “You scared the fucking shit out of me, do you know that?” You nod weakly, and he continues, “I’m sorry, baby. I don’t know what came over me. You alright?” You hum in response as your hands gently rub his upper back.

You murmur, “Lay with me.” He hums in response and shifts to lay beside you. He wraps his arms around you, drawing you into his chest. Your head rests in the crook of his neck. You breathe his scent in and out, sighing in relaxation. His fingers push your hair back to leave your fresh mark untouched.

You two snuggle into each other, his warmth and soft murmurs sending you into a deep sleep.

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You wake up to the sound of yelling. The angry shouts blare in your ears as you groan. You turn over as your eyes scrunch and then open. You notice that it’s dark out and you’re alone. You get up and leave Hanta’s room, following the loud noises to the living room.

You stop short, just lingering behind the ajar screen door. Peering inside, you notice Katsuki jabbing his finger into Hanta’s chest while Eijiro and Denki watch from the couch.

“DID YOU FUCKING THINK, TAPEFACE?! WHAT’RE WE GONNA DO KNOW, EH?” Katsuki shouts. Tch. The angry blond steps back as he glares daggers into Hanta. As much as you want to watch from your comfy spot, you know that they’ll realise you’re there soon. You push the door open and all eyes flicker to you. You close the door behind you and meet their gazes with a gulp.

Katsuki makes a beeline to you. He grabs your forearm and pulls you into his chest. As you crash into him, his hand is already on your jaw and he pushes your head back and to the side. His grip is firm but not painful. You can feel the anger rolling off of him in waves. Hearing his little grunt, you whine.

You don’t see it, but Eijiro comes up behind Katsuki to observe your mark. And soon, all of the boys are crowding around you. You whine again, this time louder. You don’t enjoy them staring, examining you like a rare artefact.

You mumble, “Is it bad?”

Katsuki grunts out, “No.” He lets go of your jaw and grabs your wrist.

He drags you out of the living room saying, “Have a look yourself.” He forces you into the bathroom and flicks the light on, making you squint. His hands grasp your shoulders as he positions you in front of the mirror.

You take in your dishevelled appearance from having just woken up. And then you notice the wound on your scent gland. For a better view, you lean forward and tilt your head to the side. Instinctively, your hands come up to touch it but you’re stopped by Katsuki grabbing your wrists in one of his hands.

You glance at him briefly before looking back at your reflection. There’s dry blood covering and dripping from the mark. Despite being bitten a few hours ago, it’s already scabbed.

You can see Katsuki’s crimson eyes burning into you. You gaze at him in the mirror, taking in his familiar frown.

You say quietly, “I need to wash it.” He drops your wrists and grabs a nearby towel. You shift back as he wets a patch with warm water. He then grumbles at you to stay still as he gently wipes the blood away.

You notice your other alphas lingering by the door, whispering to each other. Eijiro gives you a thumbs-up when he catches your gaze. You nod slightly and watch as he shifts back behind the screen and whispers something.

Katsuki pulls away and starts rinsing the towel in the sink. You look back at yourself in the mirror, seeing how the scabs pull taut and relax with your movements.

“Thanks, Katsuki,” you say. You place a hand on his bicep. It’s like your touch sends a jolt of electricity through him the way he flinches.

“S’fine,” he mumbles. He wrings out the towel and throws it over his shoulder. You pout as he steps back, your hand falling from his scarred skin.

You look up at him with doe eyes, saying, “Are you mad, Suki?” Tch. He looks away from you toward the door. You motion with your hand to Denki, who’s hovering by the door, to come in. Tanned fingers wrap around the door frame and push it back as Denki shifts in, revealing Eijiro and Hanta.

Hanta mouths to you as he points at his neck, “You okay?” You nod.

“So,” you start.

All is quiet for a few moments until Katsuki grumbles, “Do you like it?” You make a confused noise.

“Like it? The mark?” You question.

“’Course the fucking mark,” Katsuki says harshly as he rolls his eyes. You fold your arms beneath your chest as you turn to him. But he avoids your gaze and chooses to death stare at the sinktop instead.

You pout and say, “Don’t be a dick to me. Yes, I like the mark. It’s fine?” You shift as you speak, looking at the other boys. Hanta sighs and comes up to you.

He rests back on the sink as he says to you sheepishly, “It’s really okay?”

You nod enthusiastically. “It’s fine. What’s the big deal?”

Maybe the post-mark seriousness hasn’t hit you yet. This is a big deal. You, like all other omegas, have dreamed of the day you would find an alpha you loved and become their mate. Whether that’s a good thing… You’ve always looked forward to it.

Even if you haven’t wanted the traditional domestic life of an omega in the past, you’ve wished for your mate every single day. And now that it’s happening, you are unbothered by Hanta being your mate.

Hanta stares at you with wide eyes as you shrug and continue, “I mean, it’s not like I have a choice, right? You kind of own me.”

A groan from beside you catches your attention. Katsuki grunts out, “Mating has nothing to do with ownership.” He stalks closer to you and comes chest-to-chest with you as he continues, “Denki might have paid for you but that doesn’t make you my mate.” You whimper at his words, the harshness taking you off guard.

Quickly, Eijiro squeezes between you two. He faces you and clarifies, “What Bakubro means is that you don’t have to mate with us just because of your circumstances.”

You shake your head with furrowed eyebrows. You say confused, “But isn’t that the whole point of buying an omega? To mate and breed them?” Tch.

Eijiro shoots Denki a look before gazing back at you and saying, “Did Denki not explain?”

“Explain what?” You say, looking between the two. Denki’s blush doesn’t go unnoticed.

Eijiro sighs before saying, “Okay. Don’t be mad but Denki purchased you by accident.” Your mouth falls open from the sheer shock those words instil into you.

Denki chimes in, “I was drunk! That’s why Tsukauchi was here. I’m doing undercover work in Shibuya and I was at an omega auction and I got drunk and I bought you and that’s illegal obviously and—”

“So then what?” You cut him off. “You just… went along with it? All of you?” You stare at them in turn before walking up to Denki.

Your jaw is tense and glare killer as you yell at him, “So you lied to me? You didn’t feel any kind of sympathy for me?! You could have just told me the truth from the start! Taken me to the station or whatever. I could be home right now!” You can feel the tears well in your eyes as your voice quietens and becomes shaky.

“But I can’t now. I-I can’t. I’m s-tuck with-with all of you. I—” You choke back a sob. In that moment, Denki’s heart shatters in two as he stares into your eyes and sees you fall apart. He goes to wrap his arms around you but you shake your head and tell him no.

“Please,” he coos softly. You shake your head and dash out of the bathroom. You hear them call out for you but you don’t care. You rush to the front door, yank it open, and dart out, not bothering to take anything with you (not even your phone gasp). You slip out the gate and sprint down the street.

At this moment, you could care less where you go or what happens to you, you just have to get away. You run for what feels like forever (which in reality, is like five minutes).

By the time you stop, you’re doubled over, huffing and puffing heavily. The moment of cardiovascular rest has tears welling up in your eyes. You choke on your sobs as they overwhelm you. You’re lost in a foreign country, shocked and sad and winded. You swerve down the footpath, crying and looking for a place to pour out your heart.

Luckily, you spot a park up ahead. You stalk over to it and plant yourself down on an isolated bench. You rest your elbows on your knees, face in your hands, as you sit there and sob. Your pain is unlike any other. The pain of losing something you didn’t know you lost. That you haven’t really lost. A passing opportunity. A different decision. If only the truth had come to light sooner…

You cried over the ‘what ifs’. But the damage has been dealt. You’re bonded to that alpha now, to all of them sooner or later.

You had resigned yourself to enjoy this new life of yours, forced into complacency by the lie of ‘this is what you were bought for, this is what was expected of you’. To find out that a bunch of jerks were just fucking around and finding out was soul-crushing. Your purchase was a mistake.

So, you asked yourself, was all of this, therefore, a mistake?

Up until now, it all seemed genuine. All of the moments you spent together, the level of care the boys showed you, all of it had felt sincere. You refused to believe that it wasn’t. But Katsuki was right, mateship is different.

Being their mate is different to being owned by them. To be their mate is much more intimate. Is that something you want? You don’t know.

You continue to cry all alone, under the park lights as you contemplate everything you’ve learnt and everything that’s passed. It’s when the moon rises higher in the sky and the night air begins nipping at your skin that you become painfully aware of how much you don’t want to stay out tonight. But how can you return?

In another outburst of tears (this is the nth tonight), you don’t notice a tall, well-built man walking up to you.

“Um, Miss.” You look up and lock eyes with a green pair. They stare at you with concern. You sniffle and blink away your tears, hand wiping your nose and eyes.

He clears his throat and asks, “Is everything alright?” You nod frantically, noticing his green jumpsuit and refreshing scent.

He gazes at you with a small smile, saying, “Everything doesn’t look alright. Can I?” He points to the spot beside you on the bench. You hum in response, the sound weighed down by your sorrow. You take a deep breath in as he sits down next to you, desperately trying to calm yourself.

“Sorry for prying, Miss…”

“L/n,” you say, staring at him. He repeats your last name, feeling the foreign word in his mouth.

He continues, “It’s just, uh…” He smiles sheepishly and rubs the back of his neck, looking away for a moment before gazing back at you. You sniffle, waiting for him to keep speaking.

“You uh, smell like some heroes I know. And you’re marked. Is everything okay?” He asks. His tone is gentle and his voice fairly quiet — he’s afraid of making you cry again.

You shake your head before really looking at him. Curly green hair, vibrant green eyes, sweet freckles peppering his nose and cheeks, and pale. You feel a sense of deja vu.

Your voice is thick as you say, “D-do I k-know you? Wha-what’s your n-name?” He smiles softly and you get a brief glimpse at those pristine whites.

“My name is Midoriya, but you might know me by my hero name ‘Deku’.”

Deku…

“Oh!” You say. You point at him as you explain, “I know you. You-You’re on the r-rut calendar.” He laughs and it soothes your nerves.

“I am?” He asks with a raised brow. You nod, sniffling.

“Y-yea,” you mutter. “K-Katsuki talks about you-you sometimes.”

“Ah,” Midoriya says knowingly. He grins at you as he continues, “I’ve heard about you too. You’re his omega, right?”

You look away from him and swallow back a fresh set of tears. “Some-thing l-like that,” you whisper. Midoriya watches as you sniffle and try so hard to hold it all in. He knows it’s not his place to get involved, but he can’t help but feel curious about you, and sorry that you are so upset.

“Something happen between you too?” Broccoli boy asks. You shake your head, attempting to shake away the sadness that question sparks in you. He says carefully like he’s treading on eggshells, “Kacchan’s my friend. If he’s bothering you, then maybe I can help offer some perspective or advice.”

You whimper as you choke on your sob. You tilt your head downward as your tears flow uncontrollably. You cry for a little before coughing it up. You tell Midoriya everything and I mean EVERYTHING. From what happened to you during your kidnapping — that you haven’t told anyone — to when you were sold to Denki and everything that has occurred since. You didn’t intend to divulge so much of your personal life to him, but as soon as you started, you couldn’t stop.

You sniffle as you say, “S-sorry. I’m r-really so-sorry for talk-talking t-too mu-ch. I-I just need-need a f-friend.” Midoriya rubs gentle circles on your back as you sob, hunched over your knees.

He hums and says, “It’s okay, so don’t apologise. I’m sorry that all of this has happened to you. It’s okay to let it out. I’m here. And being Kacchan’s omega automatically makes you my friend, okay?” You laugh sadly as you cry even harder.

You two stay like that until you have no tears left. By now, the crisp night air has you chilled to the bone. You’re shivering as you calm down, your lips pressed together hard to stop your teeth from chattering. Midoriya notices the goosebumps cascading across your skin and your trembling.

He suggests, “Why don’t you come back to my place tonight?” You look at him with glassy eyes, and it takes everything within him to refrain from ‘awwing’ at how cute you look with that red-tipped nose.

“Rea-lly?” You say sombre.

He nods and says, “Yea. I’ll text Kacchan and let him know you’re with me once we get back.” You hum in response and let him help you stand up. He keeps a warm, muscular shoulder wrapped around your shoulders as he leads you out of the park and down the street. The lamplights illuminate the softness of his features as he gazes down at you every so often.

You’re not dumb. You know about stranger danger. But you’ve seen this man on a calendar and heard your alphas speak of him occasionally (mainly Katsuki, of course). You know that you can trust him to keep you safe. That’s his job, right?

Soon, you two reach his car and he drives you to his apartment complex. He guides you inside and up to his apartment. After fumbling with his keys, he unlocks the door and leads you inside. It’s cosy, you think. But his scent is so strong. You had an inkling he was an alpha from his pro-hero status, but coming into his home, you knew it for sure.

He chuckles nervously from behind you, “Sorry for the mess.” You shake your head and reassure him that it’s fine. You walk around the living room, admiring his furniture and the bookshelves before plopping down on the couch. He asks you if you’ve eaten and you tell him you haven’t.

Once he’s changed out of his hero costume into something more comfortable, he starts making dinner for both of you. You ask him if you can help, but he shakes his head at you and reassures you that he’ll take care of things. He makes you omurice, a dish you’ve never had before.

You smile happily as you take a bite, giggling and telling him how good it tastes. Your compliments cause pink to dust the apples of his cheeks. The sight makes you giggle even more and you tease him for how easy it is to make him blush. He laughs with you and lets you tease him; he likes seeing you smile.

That night, you sleep in his room while he sleeps on the couch. As you stare up at the ceiling, you can’t help but feel the stares of the bajillion All Mights surrounding you. They peer at you intensely, that grin stretched wide across his face.

Spending time with Midoriya was a breath of fresh air amid your emotional turmoil. You feel lighter and freer after speaking with him. To be away from the boys for a short while feels so good.

This small taste of separation is sparking ideas in you. Ideas about putting yourself out there. Sure, your daily walks are a nice break, but maybe you could start doing the grocery shopping or going to workout classes. You could even make some friends.

The boys just want you to be happy, you know that much. You don’t think they would be against the idea of you getting out there, as long as it’s safe.

Lots of things have been on your mind tonight. Lots of emotions were felt. You sigh and close your eyes, somehow falling into a deep sleep.

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their omega

જ⁀➴ chapter five: WHO TOLD THE COMMISSION?!?!?!!

alpha! bakugou, kirishima, denki, sero x omega!fem!reader⋆｡°✩ — angst, tsukauchi appearance, hanta's in pre-rut, smau + fic, 2.7k words

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a/n: 'household🏡' gc from your pov + '🌽⭐️s' gc from denki's pov

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You set the tea on the kotatsu and sit opposite Tsukauchi. You notice the lines etched into his skin, that tired smile. You pour his tea and then your own. You both sit in silence for a few minutes, sipping your warm beverage and avoiding each other’s gaze. You see him looking around the house, though you’re uncertain what for.

At last, he clears his throat and says, “So, tell me, how did you happen to meet four of Japan’s most prestigious pro heroes, Miss…?”

“L/n,” you fill in for him. “Y/n L/n.” He nods and pulls out a notepad from his chest pocket. With a click of his pen, he scribbles down your name.

You chuckle nervously as you say, “Is this formal questioning or?”

“Yes,” he says sternly. He looks up from his pad at you expectantly.

You take a deep breath in and say, “I’d like to wait until someone gets home before answering your questions if that’s okay.” He nods and leans back, taking another sip of his tea. You continue, “They shouldn’t be too long.”

For the next ten minutes, you try to make light conversation with the detective, but nothing seems to stick. You don’t watch the news or care for the latest hero updates, he doesn’t know much about the books you're reading. Luckily, the rattling of keys and clicking of the door saves you from bringing up the weather.

You ask him to wait as you leave the warmth of the shitagake and head to the entrance hall. You watch Denki fumble with his boots and trip up the platform.

“Are you okay?” You say as you come close to him. He nods frantically and gives you a quick hug.

“Sorry about all of this,” he mumbles into your ear before pulling away. You reassure him that it’s okay and lead him to the living room.

Upon entering, Denki bows to Tsukauchi who is now standing. The two men shake hands before sitting around the low table. You duck off to get Denki a teacup, leaving them alone.

Denki stutters, “S-so, what are you doing here, Tsukauchi-kun?” The dark-haired man looks at the blond with an unrelenting eye.

He clicks his pen and says, “I was hoping you’d be around. I’m here to investigate your involvement with the Shibuya underground omega auctions.”

The blond chuckles nervously. He looks up at you as you place a cup down in front of him and start to pour him tea. He thanks you before returning his gaze to Tsukauchi.

“Um,” he starts. “Yea, I was investigating the Shibuya omega auctions for work, you know?” Tsukauchi nods as he writes that down. You place the teapot down and take a sip of your tea. It’s gone cold now.

You contemplate brewing more tea, but you can see the tension in Denki’s shoulders. Maybe you should stay, you think. You place a reassuring hand on his knee beneath the table. He gazes back at you with wide eyes. You give him a small nod and see the slightest relaxation of his posture.

The detective interrupts your moment by saying, “I’m afraid I don’t know. What kind of investigative work were you doing, Chargebolt?”

Denki rubs the back of his neck as he says, “Just the usual, you know? Reconnaissance.” Tsukauchi nods.

“No engagement from you?” He questions, pen tip paused.

Your alpha shakes his head. “No. Monoma, uh, Phantom Thief and I were undercover. Just observing.” You watch as Tsukauchi scribbles and then takes a sip of his tea.

You’re about to apologise for it being too cold when he says, “And so is that how you met Miss L/n here.” He points to you with the end of his pen. Denki chuckles shortly as he leans over and wraps an arm around you. He draws you into his side protectively. You whine a little at his sudden affection and look up at him with big eyes. He gazes at you briefly before sighing.

He says, “Unfortunately, yes. There’s no use in denying it.” Your alpha squeezes your shoulder before continuing, “I met Miss L/n when I first started investigating the auctions.” Denki looks down at you with pleading “play along eyes”.

You nod and say, “Yes.” You place a hand on the blond’s chest and pout as you continue, “I was kidnapped only a few days after landing in Japan by omega sellers. My time with them was… regrettable.” You look down as those memories flood back to you.

With a sharp inhale, you say, “I met Chargebolt when I was being prepared for auction.”

Denki hums in response and says, “You have to understand, the little bee was so frightened and afraid. She had nowhere to go. And when the opportunity came up, I decided to take her in. Who knows what those other alphas would have done with her, you know? She’s safe here.” You’ve shifted even closer to Denki as he spoke. Now, your head is resting on the side of his chest, nestled beneath his arm. You sniffle as you build on what the blond has said.

“Yes. Yes, I am. The thought of being bought by someone else I—.” Partially fake-partially real tears well in your eyes as you raise your hand to your face. “S-sorry,” you mumble. Denki wraps you in a warm hug, rubbing your back and muttering into your hair that it’s going to be okay.

After a couple of minutes, you gently nudge Denki’s chest with your hands. He moves back, giving you some space to breathe. He thumbs your tears away and tenderly kisses you on the forehead. The gesture makes you smile a downturned, sad smile.

You take a shaky breath in and continue, “Denki an-and all the guys have-have been s-so supportive of-of me. A-and I’m-I’m proud to be t-their omega.” You tear up at the end, burying your face back into your alpha’s chest. If you could only see the expression on his face… He’s smiling so warmly, sincerely hearing your words. He hopes that you aren’t lying about that last part. And you aren’t. And you intend to tell him that later.

“I see,” Tsukauchi says quietly. You can hear the scratching of his pen tip on paper permeating the spaces between your tears and sniffles.

Denki kisses your hair and then says, “If it’s okay, Tsukauchi-kun, I’m just gonna take Miss L/n out to get some fresh air.”

The detective shakes his head and drawls, “No that’s fine. This interrogation is over. I hope your future reconnaissance proves successful. I don’t expect any further direct intervention from you though.” He gives Denki a pointed look to which the blond nods.

He laughs nervously and says, “Of course not. I’ll see you out.” He mutters to you something about being right back and you nod, choking on a sob. He quickly kisses your cheek and gets up with Tsukauchi. You watch their figures become smaller as they near the entrance hall. You take some deep breaths, calming yourself down from your emotional performance.

You wish you could say that was all a lie… But it wasn’t. You really do enjoy being the boys’ omega now and you wouldn’t want it any other way. Sniffling, you place the tea cups back on the tray and take them to the kitchen. You place them in the sink and rinse them, leaving the kitchenware to the side for washing tonight.

You’ve just finished blowing your nose when Denki waltzes into the kitchen, a shit-eating grin plastered across his handsome face.

“That was great!” He exclaims as he walks over to you. He lifts you and twirls you around in his arms, making you giggle and shriek. Denki puts you back down but keeps his hands on your waist.

He continues, “Seriously, I didn’t know you were such a good actor, babe.” You playfully slap his chest as you laugh. He draws you back into his warm embrace and nuzzles your ear with his nose. His head dips into the crook of your neck, getting a good whiff of your sweet scent. You do the same. His tangy scent makes you purr. Without thinking, you begin to rub your scent glands against his, scenting him. The action draws a purr out of his chest, soothing you.

He whispers into your ear, “You are proud to be ours though, right?” Your purring becomes louder with his words.

You say into his skin, “I didn’t lie, Denki. I’m happy and proud to be with you all.” He hums and kisses the shell of your ear.

You two hold each other for a little, just enjoying the other’s arms and presence. You spend the rest of the afternoon making lunch together — don’t think for a second that this grown man can cook, you are 100% doing all of the work — and cuddling on the couch. You even go on a neighbourhood walk together, holding hands and talking about whatever comes to your mind.

That night, Denki brags like there’s no tomorrow about his refined lying skills and your epic crying. His “eat shit” enthusiasm makes you laugh. You’re giggling to yourself as you fry mushrooms, turning them every so often. Their fragrance is like curling tendrils wrapping around the beams and benches of the kitchen.

At last, dinner is served. You are proud of yourself as you set the meal down on the table. This is the first time you’ve cooked for the boys since arriving.

You take off your apron and come back over to the table, finding your plate and bowl already full of food. The sight makes you chuckle softly. Hanta tugs you down beside him by the wrist. He’s been awfully on edge these past few days, and his scent has become even more intense, letting you know his rut will be soon. Admittedly, you’re nervous for when it hits.

You eat mindlessly, not paying attention to what you’re putting in your mouth as you think over what it might be like when it finally happens. He’s been incredibly restrained and respectful during his pre-rut, and you’re hoping that behaviour will continue. The boys notice your daze. Under the table, Hanta squeezes your thigh (not your knee pookie, not your knee). He groans at the soft flesh so tender and pliable beneath his grasp. His sudden touch makes you jump, catching everyone’s attention.

He clears his throat and says with a strangled voice, “You right?” He points at your meal with his chopsticks. “That’s the third time you’ve dropped the same piece of tofu.” You shake your head, still very much aware of how Hanta’s hand hasn’t moved an inch. Your eyes are wide as you flick your gaze up and down, signalling to the cause of your surprise.

You say, “I’m fine. Just thinking.” You bob your leg once, hoping that he catches your meaning. But he seems completely oblivious to what’s set you on edge.

Sighing, you lean over and whisper into his ear, “Your hand.” He grunts and turns his head, your cheeks brushing.

“Sorry,” he mumbles as he removes his hand from your thigh. You pull back, your eyes are on him for a few moments before you return to eating your meal. The peace doesn’t last long, though. You can feel the vibrations of Hanta bouncing his leg up and down next to you. It begins to irritate you because he’s so close to you. Closer than you he was when you first sat down.

“Hanta,” you say. He looks up at you mid-slurp of his miso soup. You continue, “Can you stop moving your leg? It’s annoying.” He hums in response and stops bouncing his leg.

“Sorry,” he says again, quietly. You shake your head.

“It’s fine,” you reassure him.

After dinner, Hanta helps you clean up the table. He washes the dishes while you dry them. You can make out his taut muscles beneath his loose-fitting shirt. The way these flex, the veins in his clenched jaw. Maybe you should have asked Eijiro to help you out instead.

“Sorry,” you say suddenly. He drops the plate he’s washing in the sink, making you flinch. He glances at you, his brow creased.

“For what?” He almost growls.

You start strong but end up mumbling, “For making you so uncomfortable.” You avoid his gaze, focusing on his gloved hands caressing the suds off of the plate. He chuckles derisively. The sound is harsh to your ears; it has you biting the side of your lip as you take the plate from him.

He grunts, “It’s not your fault.”

You shake your head, towelling the wet ceramic. “I can go if—”

You barely register as Hanta moves and traps you against the kitchen bench. His hands are planted on either side of you. Only the plate you hold against your chest separates your bodies. He leans down and rests his forehead against yours.

“The last thing I want you to do is go.” You whine as his nose brushes yours. He’s so close, you can feel his warm breath fanning across your lips. Your eyes are wide open as you stare at him, unsure of how you want things to play out. Is he going to kiss you? You think. If he does, would you be opposed to that? You don’t know.

“Hanta,” you say, pulling back from him. You shake your head at him. “I don’t want to.” He groans at your words and backs off.

“I know I know,” he mumbles. “Sorry, babe.” You laugh it off and let him know that it’s okay, that you understand.

As you walk out of the kitchen, you notice the boys lingering in the hallway. Denki admires one of the wall paintings while Eijiro squeezes an irritated Katsuki’s bicep. You raise your brow at them as you stop behind Denki.

“Were you spying on us?” You say, trying to conceal your smirk. Denki and Eijiro feign ignorance but Katsuki is as blunt as ever.

“Just making sure he doesn’t try anything funny,” he grumbles. You nod and thank them for looking out for you before skipping off to your room, a big grin on your face from their protectiveness. That’s one of the nice things about having several alphas. They’re all so protective of you. Ready to intervene the moment you feel uncomfortable. You giggle as you shut your door behind you.

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their omega

જ⁀➴ chapter four: stray kitty

alpha! bakugou, kirishima, denki, sero x omega!fem!reader⋆｡°✩ — talk of ruts and heats, they take care of you, smau + fic, 3k words

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a/n: texts to eiji from your pov + '🌽⭐️s' gc from denki's pov + this chapter is written from personal experience (unfortunately)

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Smiling, you put your phone in the pocket of Eijiro’s hoodie and finish lacing up your sneakers.

The boys all left this morning so it’s just been you since eleven. These neighbourhood walks of yours have become something of a habit. They aren’t very long, around 25 minutes. Just enough time to get some fresh air and breathe before you start to feel unsafe or miss the boys. You’ve grown much closer to them over the past month. Now, you are comfortable with their affection and protectiveness, which used to scare you.

You put on your cap before stepping out the front door and locking it. You walk down the driveway and slip out through the gate. Hitting the street, you stick to the footpath as Eijiro always advises.

As you walk, you wonder what the boys want to talk to you about tonight. If it’s about babies, you might lose it. But you don’t think it is. You might be closer to them, but you aren’t that close just yet. Maybe they want to talk about new sleeping arrangements, you think. Or someone’s birthday is coming up.

You’re back home before you realise it. Shutting the gate behind you, you begin walking up to the house when you spot a small, white figure on the path. You take tentative steps toward it, unsure of how to proceed. Upon nearing it, you see that it’s a stray cat. Somehow, it got into your front yard. You crouch down a foot away from it.

The small cat watches you with big green eyes. It then returns to licking its paw, not paying you any attention.

“What’re you doing here, kitty?” You coo to it as you extend your hand toward it. It looks up at you, the space around its eyes twitching. The cat’s nose bobs up and down as it sniffs the back of your hand.

And then, you scream as you pull your hand back. Blood pools to the surface of your soft skin, torn by such a vicious predator. You choke out a sob as you look down at your hand. Your mind is blank. Only the pain of this sudden attack throbs throughout your body.

You watch in a daze as the cat perks up and suddenly darts past you. The space on the path where the cat was sitting is replaced in seconds by black house slippers.

You tilt your head back and watch as Katsuki crouches down to you. He grabs your wrist harshly and brings your wound close to his face. You yelp out and begin to sob as he examines the bite.

He lets go of your wrist and your hand falls in your lap. You sniffle as he helps you up and leads you to the house, his muscular arm wrapped tight around your shoulders. He squeezes the tip of your shoulder as you stumble into the house.

You’re not too sure what’s happening around you. All you know is the stinging pain shooting up your arm. It burns, blazing hot, filthy. You can’t focus on anything else.

And then a searing pain, wet and cool. You hiss out as you blink, tears falling down your cheeks. Katsuki’s holding your hand in his much larger veiny one. He’s holding a wet cotton ball with tweezers and dabs your wound.

You whine at the stings following his dabs. He looks up from your hand, red eyes staring into your teary ones. He puts down the tweezers and grabs a box of tissues on the kitchen table. He holds the box for you as you pluck out a couple and wipe your eyes.

He continues to clean your wound, grumbling every so often about how dumb you are to try and pat a stray cat. You’ve calmed down now as he bandages your hand. His skin feels rough to the touch, a shock to your fairly delicate hands.

You whine a little at the pull of the bandage. And then he’s grabbing all of the supplies and telling you to stay seated. You nod and your eyes follow his figure out of the kitchen. You gaze at your bandaged hand. It aches. Twinges of pain stutter down your forearm as you raise your hand to your face, admiring Katsuki’s handiwork.

He’s done a really good job, you think. Being a pro hero must mean you get used to this. He stalks back in and comes to stand beside you.

He looks down at you as he says, “We’re going to the local clinic.” You shake your head and start to protest, but he cuts you off. He leans down and wraps his arm around your torso, hands in your sweaty armpits, and pulls you up.

You whimper as he lifts you and sets you down on unsteady feet. You fall forward into his hard chest as he releases you from his hold. He catches you with an arm around your back and one on the back of your neck.

“Gonna need a shot after getting bit by that thing,” he grumbles. You shake your head against his chest and wrap your arms around him. You appreciate how Katsuki doesn’t push you away or yell at you. He just holds you and lets you hold him for the next few minutes.

Several stray tears prickle your eyes and soak into Katsuki’s skull t-shirt. You inhale his sweet-smoky scent and it puts you at ease. The tension in your muscles gradually fades as you stand there.

At last, Katsuki nudges you and tells you again that you have to go to the local clinic. You nod reluctantly and obey as he drives you to the clinic and puts your name down. He sits with you as you wait, furiously typing away on his phone.

Within a few minutes, your phone is blowing up with text messages from your alphas. You gently tap Katsuki on the arm and ask him if he told them. He mutters that he had to, and you hum in response. You pull out your phone and respond to their worried messages, letting them know that you are fine and that Katsuki has taken good care of your wound.

By the one-hour mark, he’s absolutely restless. You watch his foot tap the floor for a few minutes before you point it out. He grumbles something about the doctors taking too long as he stops tapping his foot. His concern makes you smile. His phone buzzes and he looks down at it.

“Shitty hair is on his way. Dunceface finishes in 20 so he’ll be over soon. And tapeface is on till 7 but he’s tryna get out of it,” Katsuki grunts. You nod and reassure him that they don’t all need to come to see you. He shrugs and mutters under his breath, “I’d be worried too if I wasn’t with you.” You nudge his shoulder playfully and grin.

He grumbles, “The fuck?” You shake your head, still smiling.

When Eijiro arrives, you’re resting your head on a flushed Katsuki’s shoulder. Your eyes are closed and your breathing has slowed down considerably. The redhead runs over to you two.

Seeing you resting so peacefully, he whispers, “Is she asleep?”

“No,” you groan as you crack a smile. You scrunch your eyes shut before fluttering them open, revealing your worried-looking alpha peering down at you. You sit up properly and tell him that you’re fine. He nods and asks if you need anything. You cast a glance Katsuki’s way and see that familiar frown on his face.

You look back at Eijiro and ask him if he could get you some water. He nods and asks the blond if he wants anything.

“I’ll get the water. You sit,” Katsuki grumbles as he stands up and points to the now-empty seat. Eijiro nods and takes a seat. He wraps a warm arm around you and pulls you in close.

You look down reflexively, noticing that he’s still in his hero pants. When you gaze up, you catch the back of your angry blond stalking out of the clinic.

As you wait for him to return, you show Eijiro your hand. He grasps your fingers like they’re made of glass and places delicate kisses on your bandage. The gesture brings heat to your cheeks; a recognisable redness.

It’s not long before Katsuki comes back with a few bottles of water and snacks in hand. He dumps the haul on the redhead’s lap before twisting the cap of a water bottle and giving it to you. You take it with your good hand and thank him. You bring it to your lips and saviour the refreshing liquid.

Katsuki sits down on your other side and hand-feeds you pocky sticks. You insist that you can do it yourself but he’s not hearing any of it, shoving the tip of another pocky between your open lips.

Shortly, Denki rushes through the front door of the clinic, stumbling and almost tripping over a young child. Katsuki groans and motions the klutzy alpha over to where you’re sitting. He comes over to you and pulls you into a big cuddle.

He rambles, “Are you okay? Oh my God, I was so worried about you! I wish I could have come earlier but there was this old lady and—”

“Denki,” you cut him off. He pulls back and looks down at you. His eyebrows are furrowed and a pout is on his full lips. You shake your head and tell him that you’re fine. He nods and sits on the floor, just in front of your legs. It makes you giggle, the way he’s perched in front of you like a guard dog. You breathe out, smiling, and accept another pocky from Katsuki.

You don’t have to wait much longer for your name to be called out. The boys follow you into the consultant room and stand awkwardly in the corner as you take a seat and explain to the doctor what happened. They prescribe you a course of antibiotics and tell you to wait for the nurse to get a tetanus shot.

You shuffle out of the room and walk down the hall, sitting opposite the nurse’s room. The boys start arguing over who gets to go in the room with you and hold your hand when the blue door in front of you opens and the nurse calls you in.

You stand up and start walking toward them, very much aware of your followers. Once you get to the door, you turn around and reassure the boys that you can get the injection on your own.

They seem sceptical so you give them your biggest pleading eyes and softest pout as you say, “Please.” Katsuki nods reluctantly and backs off, your other alphas following suit. You sit down on the chair and greet the nurse.

They confirm with you that you’re getting a tetanus shot before grabbing it from the fridge at the back of the room. They say to you, “Protective, huh?”

You sigh, “Yea, but they mean well.” The nurse nods and places a kidney dish with the injection on a nearby overbed table.

“They must love you very much,” they say as they prepare the needle. Their words make you gulp. Love? You didn’t think so. Not yet anyway. The nurse tells you there will be a sting and there is one, but you grit your teeth and tough it out.

Stepping out of the room, your alphas come bolting up to you. Hanta arrived at some point and now holds your unharmed hand. Denki grabs onto your elbow while Eijiro squeezes your shoulder and Katsuki pats your head. They ask you if you’re okay and you purr at their tender affection.

You can’t help it! It just slipped out, honestly. Your bandaged hand — that happens to be your dominant hand, most unfortunately — flies up to your mouth as your eyes go wide. You can hear the blood rushing in your veins, the lively race you’ve just kicked off to heat your cheeks.

You stutter, “S-sorry.” You cast your gaze downwards as you leave the clinic, too ashamed to lock eyes with any of your alphas. You miss the way they glance at each other, smirking proudly that you’re warming up to them. The drive home is uneventful and Katsuki the boys make you dinner that night, and every other meal for the next week.

Their care is the créme de la créme of any care provided by a partner. Anything you need — and I mean ANYTHING — it’s right there. Glass of water, a book to read, help to change your socks. Someone is always at home to keep you company and make sure that you’re alright.

They even offered to help you shower at one point, which you turned down (sadly). The boys treat you like a baby as you recover from your injury.

Today is the final day for your antibiotics (yay!). Right now, Katsuki has your elbow propped up on the kitchen table as he removes the bandage from your hand. You look down at the wound, seeing scabs dotting your skin.

You smile cheerily at him and ask him if you can stop bandaging it. He inspects your wound one last time before sighing and agreeing. You chortle and lean over the table, cuddling him. The sudden display of affection has Katsuki’s sharp eyes soft and round with surprise.

At first, he pats your back hesitantly. But after a few seconds, his calloused palms relax into the fabric of his skull t-shirt you’re wearing. You release him and quickly peck him on the cheek before running out of the kitchen and grabbing your phone. You snap a pic of your mostly-healed hand and send it to the group chat.

That night after dinner, Eijiro asks you if you can have that talk you were meant to have earlier that week. You nod and he asks you to remain seated at the table with your other alphas.

Soon, Eijiro comes back holding a Deku calendar. You point to the hero of choice, and he groans about it being the only one left on the shelf. You giggle and shrug.

“So,” you start. “What’s this all about? You didn’t call a family meeting to show me a calendar, did you?” Eijiro laughs nervously, eyeing the other alphas.

Katsuki mutters, “Yea, he did.”

“Oh,” you say. You look up at Eijiro expectantly. He hesitates for a moment before flicking it open to March.

He explains, “We wrote in here our rut cycles so we can keep track of it.” He points to the writing in the little boxes. “This is Hanta’s pre-rut week,” he continues. His finger trails across the glossy page. “And then this is his rut week.” Eijiro then flips the page to April.

“So in April,” he starts. His gaze flickers to your face, trying to gauge your initial reaction and failing miserably. “U-um yea, in April, Denki and I both rut.” He flips the page before continuing, “And then in May, Bakubro ruts.”

Eijiro then flicks the pages back to March. He says, “And you can add your heat cycle in here too.” You hum in response.

Rut cycles and heat cycles, you think. Not what you wanted to be thinking about right now. But with Hanta’s coming up in a few weeks, you must know. It’s not an easy topic to talk about, but you’re getting so much closer to them now. They’ve been nothing but good to you. And you don’t have to return that favour in that way until you’re ready, right?

You exhale as you say, “Thanks for telling me, guys. Yea, if you have a pen, I’ll add mine in.” You chuckle dryly as Denki fumbles with a pen from his pocket. You thank him as you take it from him and slide the calendar from Eijiro toward you. You flip through the months, flicking the pen between your fingers.

When was the last time you were in heat? You ask yourself. You flip to the end of the calendar and take note of the date you came to Japan. You were kidnapped merely days later and you went into heat during that time. It was the worst heat you’ve ever experienced.

You push those thoughts away, eager to avoid talking about that time in your life for now. You hum as you do the math.

Finally, you say, “My last heat was when I was still… with the dealer and um, the girls. It could be anywhere from early April to May.” You drag the pen across the scribbled squares, taking note of how the final days of Denki’s rut crossover with the beginning of Eijiro’s. You glance up to find their eyes on you. You can see that they want to know more from the curiosity burning in their eyes.

You draw a bracket from early April to May, not missing how Katsuki’s rut is supposed to start bang on the 1st of May. You say quietly as you label your heat, “I’ll tell you more about it later.”

Denki chimes in, “Promise?” You laugh nervously and promise him. You then place the pen down on the table and close the calendar.

You clear your throat before saying, “And just to clarify, you don’t… expect anything from me, do you? Not until I’m ready to…” You give Eijiro wide eyes and he chuckles. They all do.

Hanta places his hand on your arm and gives it a gentle squeeze. He says, “Of course not. Don’t worry about us. We’ll wait until you’re ready.” You give him a smile at him, grateful for his reassuring words. They all nod at you and Eijiro hangs the calendar on a wall in the kitchen.

Later that night, as you lie in bed, you think over the dates the boys had marked. You think over how it could all play out. Even though they don’t expect anything from you, would you want to do something for them? What will they be like when rutting? Could they control themselves during that time? Such questions lingered in your mind, lulling you into a dreamless sleep.

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their omega

જ⁀➴ chapter three: shopping!

alpha! bakugou, kirishima, denki, sero x omega!fem!reader⋆｡°✩ — fluff, hurt/comfort (the boys make it up to you), mentions of pornographic moans in jest, smau + fic, 2.3k words

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a/n: '🌽⭐️s' gc from denki's pov

fic underneath smau

You wake up to knocking on your door. Groaning, you stretch and roll out of bed. You stumble over to the door while rubbing your eyes and yawning. You open it, revealing your favourite alpha. He grins down at you with those sharp whites. You blink and smile lazily up at him.

“Hey sleepyhead,” Eijiro says.

“Hey,” you mumble. You step back and open the door wider for him to come in. It still amazes you how he towers over you. You notice he’s in a red hoodie with a sleeveless jacket over the top and track pants. He looks so cosy, and he smells so good.

He hovers by the door and says, “How are you after last night?”

You shrug, “Fine.” Eijiro steps closer to you but you step back reflexively. You don’t want him close to you right now, even if he’s nothing but kind since you met. You wonder whether he would ever get angry at you the way Katsuki had.

Your step back doesn’t go unnoticed. Upon seeing it, Eijiro stops moving forward. It hurts him that his omega is still afraid of him. He clears his throat and says, “I’m really sorry about Bakugou’s behaviour yesterday. He was really worried about you-we all were. He’s just not very good at expressing how he feels.” You nod and look down at your feet.

“Are you hungry?” he asks. You gaze up and see the little crease between his short brows. You’re open your mouth to say ‘no’ when your tummy grumbles. Your eyes widen at the sound and you can feel the blood instantly rushing to your cheeks. Eijiro laughs and it’s the most precious sight. He laughs so whole-heartedly, it puts you at ease. You laugh a bit with him, your embarrassment evident in your flaming face.

He chuckles, “Come on. Why don’t we get you some food? And then after we can go shopping, how does that sound?” You calmed down as he spoke. Now, you tilt your head to the side.

“Shopping?” You question.

Eijiro nods and says, “Yea, the guys and I took today off so we could all spend some time together.” Seeing your pout, he quickly continues, “To shop. Because you don’t have anything.” You hum in response. You tell him you’ll meet him in the kitchen and he nods, shutting the door and giving you some space. You freshen yourself up in the bathroom before heading to the kitchen.

When you walk in, you see your alphas leaning over the kitchen table, whisper-shouting at each other. They look up at you with wide eyes upon seeing you. Denki immediately stands up and comes over to you.

“Y/n! We missed you at dinner last night!” He exclaims. He wraps his arms around you and pulls you into a tight hug. Your hands press against his surprisingly solid chest as he squeezes you tight.

You whine quietly, “I can’t breathe.” The chirpy blond pulls back and smiles at you with his hands firmly planted on your upper arms. He leans down and quickly kisses the side of your forehead. You can hear your heart thumping loudly at his sudden affection.

You almost whisper to him, “What’s all this for?”

He pouts, “We missed you! We don’t want our omega to still be upset, okay?” He wraps one arm around your shoulders and leads you over to the kitchen table. Hanta shifts over and pats the cushion next to him. You give him a small smile as you sit down next to him, and Denki sits next to you so you’re sandwiched between them. Opposite, Katsuki and Eijiro sit.

You look at them and see Eijiro smiling at you encouragingly while Katsuki frowns and avoids your gaze. He suddenly grunts and glares at the man across from him.

“The fuck was that for, tape face?!” He growls.

“Don’t be such a dick, Bakubro,” Hanta shrugs.

“No swearing at the table,” Eijiro scolds them as he places a plate and utensils in front of you. You thank him and look down at your plate. You then gaze at the mountain of pancakes in the centre of the table. It smells heavenly, triggering a low grumble from your stomach.

Denki giggles, “Did you hear that? It’s like a little lion is roaring.” You pout at him as he laughs.

“Don’t be so mean,” you mumble. He’s wiping tears from his eyes as he apologises.

You watch as Eijiro starts dishing out pancakes. He places two on your plate and goes back for a third.

You raise your hands, palms towards him as you say, “No no, that’s okay. I’m not that hungry anyway.” His red eyes go wide for a moment before he cracks a smile and places another pancake on your plate.

Hanta points to your plate as he says, “You don’t have to pretend.”

You laugh nervously and whisper an “Okay” before looking at the toppings on the table. You grab the maple syrup and shake it before opening the lid and watching the sweet syrupy goodness drizzle onto your pancakes.

You’re shocked out of your thoughts by a moan from beside you. You look at Denki who's chewing happily on his pancakes. He swallows and licks his lips before looking over at you.

He smirks, “They’re really good. You should hurry up and give them a try.” You grin at him and nod, closing the cap of the maple syrup. You continue adding toppings to your pancakes as Denki sighs and moans every so often.

He catches your eyes mid-sigh and says, “You know, Katsuki makes the best pancakes! He actually made these for you.” You glance over to Katsuki who is hunched over the table, devouring his pancakes. He doesn’t pay any attention to you (he’s actually focusing solely on you but he doesn’t want you to know). You nod at Denki’s words, seeing Katsuki’s standoffish behaviour.

You start cutting into your pancakes when once again, the peaceful morning atmosphere is interrupted by another one of Denki’s loud moans.

Hanta sighs, “Denki, bro. They’re not that good.”

The blond pouts and says, “Shut up, doofus. They are that good.”

Hanta chews as he says, “You sound like you’re in a porno.”

Your eyes widen as you take your first bite of your pancakes. You sigh in pleasure. The fluffiness melts on your tongue while the sweetness nips and tickles your insides. It inundates your tastebuds.

You haven’t tasted anything this delicately divine in months. The table has their eyes on you. Even that stubborn one opposite you. You look up, redness returning to your face.

You raise a hand to cover your mouth as you say, “They really are that good.” They laugh at you, Denki calling “I told you so” as they do.

You continue to eat in silence (except for Denki’s pornographic moans). Once Katsuki finishes, he grumbles as he starts cleaning up the table. You’re the last to finish. When you do, the angry blond is by your side grabbing your plate.

You gaze up at him, syrup glistening on your lips as you lick it away. You thank him for making you pancakes and he grunts in response, never looking at you once. Maybe he really is bad at expressing how he feels, you think.

After breakfast, Denki gives you a pair of his track pants to wear (cause he has the most slutty hips out of them all). They fit well enough besides from being too long on you. You then change into another of Eijiro’s shirts and fix your hair.

You meet your alphas in the entryway, and you slip on your shoes from when you first arrived. You all pile into Katsuki’s car and he drives you to the mall.

You can feel your mood lifting as you walk around the shops. How long has it been since you’ve done this? It feels so… normal compared to what your life has been like lately. You find yourself smiling more and more as you walk into various shops, and the boys gossip about your change in mood when you’re not looking.

At first, you mainly stick with Eijiro or Denki as you’re unsure of browsing alone. In every clothes store you walk into, your alphas fight over what they think you would look best in, seldom agreeing on one garment. The sight freaks you out at first but you soon learn that that’s how they are. And it starts to make you giggle.

You end up leaving them crowded around a table of jeans to look at a display that caught your attention. You look at the shirts and shorts sprawled out on the table, picking up those you like one at a time to admire them.

You hum to the song playing in the background as you continue browsing, picking up pieces that you think would look good on you. At some point, the boys realise that you’ve wandered off and go into panic mode. They spread out in the huge store to look for you.

They find you fairly quickly, being pro heroes n’ all. Eijiro takes your armful of clothes and heads to the fitting rooms with you. He places the clothes in the stall before telling you he’ll be waiting outside. You nod and start trying on the clothes. 

You don’t like most of them. They fit funny, the mirror makes you look fat, and the puffy sleeves give you man shoulders. You sigh after taking off another shirt that’s far too tight on the chest area. You sit down on the little stool provided and groan at the thought of putting all of these clothes back on their hangers.

After two hours of clothes shopping, you end up with one bag of a few clothes that Katsuki paid for and is carrying.

You walk together, Katsuki in front, Denki by your side, and Eijiro and Sero behind you. Your legs are aching from all of the walking and standing you’ve been doing. You don’t have the pro-hero stamina the boys do. Denki leans down slightly as he points to the bag Katsuki’s carrying.

He says, “Don’t you want more?”

You shake your head before replying, “Most of them fit weird.” He hums in response. Without thinking, you gently tug on Denki’s long sleeve.

“Can-Oh, um,” you start. His nervous chuckles cut you off. He quickly reassures you that it’s fine, and you continue, “Can we sit down for a bit?”

Denki claps happily. He turns around to the pair behind you and says excitedly, “Ladies! Guess what time it is?!” Hanta shrugs while Eijiro sighs.

“It’s time to get manicures!!” Denki exclaims. You giggle at his enthusiasm.

On the way to the nail salon, Hanta groans about how embarrassing this is (but secretly, you think he likes it the most). Once you arrive, you are split up. You hum as you sit at the little counter, watching the nail technician clip your cuticles away.

As they start filing your nails, you look up and around the quaint salon. You notice how relaxed the boys seem. Except for Katsuki. Kinda. You can see him scowling and staring intently as the nail tech trims his nails. The sight warms your heart and makes you feel all fuzzy for some reason.

He doesn’t seem so bad, you think. You two aren’t exactly best buds, but you feel more comfortable with the prospect of getting to know him now.

When you get up to wash your hands at the basin, you run into Denki staring at the nail polish wall. You come up beside him and ask him what colour he’s going to choose.

“I always do black but, I’m thinking of doing silver this time,” he says. He grabs a dark grey-silver polish from the wall and asks you what you think. You tell him that you like it.

He grabs your hand, his touch warm. His skin is so milky, you think, as you stare at your hands. He places the bottle of nail polish next to your pointer finger and looks up at you expectantly.

He beams, “Look! We should get matching!” You chuckle and take the bottle from him, observing it and thinking his proposition over.

In the end, you two get matching polish. You’re giggling dumbly as you walk out, looking at each other’s hands and saying you should take a photo. The suggestion seems to set off light bulbs in Denki’s mind.

“A phone!” He exclaims. You shrug, and he turns around. He starts rambling to the other alphas about how they should get you a phone. Naturally, you protest this idea because you don’t want them to spend so much money on you (it makes you feel bad), but they insist. Something about keeping in touch or whatever.

You relent and let them take you to one of those enormous and overly bright tech stores. You wander around the store, following the boys to where all of the phones are. You see that they’re selling the phone you’ve been eyeing for months before you were kidnapped.

You signal to your pick and soon, you’re strolling out of the store with your new phone in your hands. You thank them for being so generous and kind to you before heading back to the house.

When you get back, you flop down on your bed and shut your eyes for a few minutes. You feel content to just lie there and think over everything that has happened today. How sweet everyone — even Mr Grumbles — has been to you. The thought of them arguing and of your manicures brings a smile to your face.

Eventually, you convince yourself to sit up and unpack everything Katsuki bought for you. You save your new phone for last. Giggling excited, you grab the box and begin carefully opening the packaging. You slot your SIM card in and of course, groan as you have to go ask someone for the WIFI password. Shortly, your new phone is all set up. You grin wide as you look down at it and ‘Hello’ stares back at you.

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