Upgrade Pt.2
upgrade pt.2
pro hero! midoriya izuku x fem!reader⋆｡°✩ — most of izu's arm has been amputated, hurt comfort, swearing, 6.7k words
pt.1, pt.3, epilogue
feat. todoroki shoto + bakugou katsuki
It’s 8am and you’re in the elevator riding up to level 3. You’ve taken the next week off to see your pookie. And you’re anxious to see him, but not yet. There’s someone you need to speak to first. The elevator dings and the doors slide open. You walk down the white linoleum corridor, eyes peeled for that tall, lanky doctor. There! He has his back to you, speaking with a nurse outside of the recovery room.
You come up behind him, keeping a respectful distance of course, and wait patiently. The nurse acknowledges you with a nod. Once she leaves, Dr Kita turns around and gives you a lazy smile.
“What can I do for you, Miss [l/n]?” You notice how dark his under-eyes are and wonder if he’s been here all night. Wouldn’t be much different to you, for you’ve been up the whole night drawing up plans that you’re about the show him, if he gives you the time of day.
“I’ve been thinking about Midoriya’s surgery and I wanted to know what kind of prosthetic you were going to give him.”
He raises a thick, black eyebrow, “I don’t choose, Miss [l/n]. Mr Midoriya will choose his prosthetic from a list of accredited providers.” You gulp. Okay, not exactly where you were hoping this conversation would head. Your palms begin to get sweaty. You open and close them, hoping to loosen up some of your nerves over what you’re going to ask.
“Miss [l/n].” Your heart pounds. You can hear it thumping. The blood rushing. “Mhmm.”
“I’m rather busy, so please, just ask me what you want to ask.” He stares at you shrewdly over the rim of his metal frames.
“Okay, so, I’m a biomedical engineer and I was thinking that because Izuku’s amputation was open, then I could build him a cybernetic arm and we could attach it surgically.”
He sighs, “Miss [l/n].”
Fuck. He thinks this is really weird, doesn’t he? “Cybernetic arms work by—”
“I know how cybernetic arms work.” His mouth is pressed into a hard line as he stares you down.
“Izuku is Japan’s Number One hero. Give this man a regular bionic arm and he could never be that again. Look at all the heroes that lost their limbs in the Final War. Replace what’s missing of his left arm with a cybernetic arm and he could continue his hero work. Maybe not as number one anymore, but he could still make a difference in society as a hero.”
Dr Kita just looks at you and you stare right back. This isn’t the first time a man has looked down on you and your ideas as an engineer because you’re a woman. You know that you just have to stick it out. Be confident in your argument, your design, and keep pushing until he relents and takes you seriously.
Just when it looks like he’s about to tell you to get lost, he surprises you with, “Can you build a robot?”
He doesn’t mean it sarcastically. He means it genuinely. Fair question. Most of your colleagues can’t. “Of course I can build a robot. I did mechanical before specialising in biomed.”
“Have you ever built a prosthetic arm before?” He’s got a half-smile on his face, perfect teeth barely visible.
You have to look away momentarily from that intense gaze, “I’ve built a robotic arm before. I built Izu’s current hero suit. And, I know how One For All works. How hard can it be?”
Dr Kita sighs again and looks down at his clip board. It’s quiet for a few moments before he speaks again, “I assume you’ve got the designs.” You automatically reach for your bag on your shoulder, pulling it down and grabbing out your folded and coffee-stained designs. You begin opening them up to show him when he places his slender finger on the folded edge.
“I finish in thirty. You’ll be in Mr Midoriya’s room, I assume. I’ll come over and you can show me then.” You nod in response and smile.
“Thanks, doctor.”
You bow and turn to leave, but he adds, “Run it by him first, yea?” You hum in agreement before returning to the elevator and taking it up to level 5, where Izuku’s been moved to for his stay at the hospital.
You knock on his door (as they’ve given him a room to himself) and let yourself in once you hear his permission. He’s sitting upright, stocking and drainage tubes on his left, cannula on his right. The sunlight kisses his pale skin, illuminating his freckles and bringing out those flecks in his dark green hair and eyes. He smiles once he sees you, inviting you to come over to him. You pull out the bento box you made for him this morning, setting it on the table next to his bed before you grab a chair and sit at his side.
“I missed you. How have you been holding up?” You place your hand just above his knee that’s covered by the thin blankets. He gives you a small smile. You can see how the skin around his eyes are puffy and red. Not well, you take it. “I brought you some of the curry I made. Do you want some?” He hums softly.
You grab the travel case from your bag, whipping out a pair of wooden chopsticks and a rice spoon. You place the bento on your lap. It’s still warm from the fresh rice you placed in it before leaving for the station. You open the lid, slipping it beneath the box. “Mhmm, it smells good, honey.”
“I got you some curry,” you say, pointing to the little compartment with the curry, “some rice, pickled onions, strawberries, and some hard-boiled eggs.” You grab one of the egg-halves with the chopsticks and bring it to Izuku’s mouth.
“Honey, I can feed myself,” he says quietly.
“Shhhh, here comes the aeroplane.” You begin winding and swerving the egg through air. Izuku chuckles and lets you feed it to him. He smiles warmly as he chews on the egg.
“Mhmm yummy. You want another one?” You’re already grabbing another egg. He stares lovingly at you and let’s you feed him this one too. Actually, you end up feeding him the curry and rice too as you don’t want them to get cold before he’s tried any.
You place the bento back on the table and look down. Sensing your sudden nervousness, Izuku rests his right hand on top of yours, on his thigh. It’s scarred from years of pro hero training and work, warm, and large, enveloping your own baby hands. He smiles gently at you, silently urging you to tell him what’s on your mind.
You let out a shaky breath. “Izu-chan…” He gazes back at you with those puppy eyes, humming at the sound of his name from your lips.
You look down, focusing on the back of his hand. “I want to replace most of your left arm with a cybernetic one.”
You trace the scars on his hand. The peaks soft beneath your fingertips. You can feel hardness of the tendons just beneath the delicate skin. “So, I’ll be like… part robot?”
You look back up, seeing the confused look on his face, “Um, yea, pretty much. I’ve already spoken to Dr Kita about it. He’ll be coming in shortly and we’ll go through the designs I’ve drawn.”
“You already drew designs. Don’t those take hours hours, love? Don’t tell me you stayed up all night.” You bite the side of your lip before laughing a bit, more to yourself.
“I thought you could tell now when I’ve pulled an all-nighter, pookie.”
Izu moves what’s left of his left arm, groaning in pain once again. You’re immediately on alert, leaning over him. “You okay?”
“Yea, I just keep forgetting… about that.” You sit back down, grabbing his right hand with both of yours. You smile at him reassuringly, seeing that sheepish look on his face. A comfortable silence hangs in the air for the next couple of minutes. You both thinking over what’s just been said.
You start to think that he doesn’t like your idea when he pipes up, “Okay, I trust you, honey.”
You’re literally gob-smacked, jaw open wide, eyes even wider. “What? You mean,” you fumble your next words as you stare at him, dumbfounded. “You mean, you’ll actually let me build you an arm? And like, attach it you? Like, ‘you can’t easily get rid of it’ attach it to you? Seriously?”
He chuckles at your rambling. “Of course I will. You know a lot more about this kinda thing than I do, sweetheart. If you think it’s for the best, then I trust you. But…”
You’re on the edge of your seat, anxious for that objection. “But?”
“I’ll be able to be hero again, right? With a robotic arm, I mean.” He looks at you curiously, hand squeezing yours again.
You sigh, “Izu-chan, you are a hero. Even with a robotic arm, you’ll still be a hero.” He nods, hand leaving yours to rub the back of his neck. “Thanks hon—” You’ve already leaned over him again, and this time, you cut him off mid-sentence with a brief kiss.
Well, it was supposed to be, but it became much deeper once he cups your right cheek, angling your head just right for him to slide his tongue over your bottom lip. You moan into him, granting him access. Your hands come to the nape of his neck, fingers tugging at the stray curls. Tongues swirl in a flurry of longing and ecstasy. How long had it been since you two kissed? Like, kissed.
You’re already straddling him. Saliva beginning to drip down from the corners of your mouth. Izuku groans as you tug harder at his curls, his large hand slipping to hold the back of your neck, beneath the curtain of loose [h/c] locks.
The sound of throat-clearing catches your attention. You’re pulling away from each other instinctually. The culprit stands at the door, long fingers still wrapped around the door knob.
“I hope I’m not interrupting anything.”
You quickly get off of Izuku, sitting back in your chair at his bedside. You fiddle with your hair and wipe the saliva from your lips. Dr Kita sets a second chair next to yours. You shuffle so that you can easily look at him and Izuku.
You notice Izuku’s cheeks have gone red, as well as the tops of his ears and his chest. You giggle, realising how embarrassed he must be. You’re pretty embarrassed too, but it’s to be expected. You’re both pretty touch starved after being separated for a month.
“So, where are these designs you wanted to show me?” Dr Kita begins, seated, calm and poised as ever. You grab your bag which lies against the hospital bed, pulling out your designs and laying them on top of Izuku’s legs.
You begin explaining them to Dr Kita, not holding back as you get into the nitty gritty of what materials you’re intending to use, estimated costs, mechanics, electrode implantation, as well as having transformative features if you’ve got time like a cannon or rifle. You pause a few times to look back at Izuku. His blush goes down fairly quickly and, he just nods as you speak. He’s probably got no clue what you’re on about.
“And how are you going to test this arm?” Dr Kita asks. You look at Izuku, the same train of thought passing through you. He nods gently, urging you to continue on.
You take a deep breath in, “You do know about my quirk, don’t you?”
And now it’s your turn to raise your eyebrow at Dr Kita. He just stares back at you, seeming mildly perplexed. “Am I supposed to?”
You chuckle, “You seriously don’t know? The media couldn’t shut up about it when they found out.” You look back at Izuku and he’s just staring at you with that content expression on his face again. You turn back to the tired doctor beside you.
“My quirk is called ‘quirk stealer’ but it’s more like ‘quirk borrower’. But that doesn’t sound very cool, does it? My quirk allows me to ‘steal’ the quirk of others for up to 24 hours at a time by kissing them. I intend to steal Izuku’s quirk, One For All, for a day so I can test how the arm holds up against his quirk and make any necessary adjustments.”
Dr Kita just stares at you disbelief. His mouth hangs slightly open, browheads sloping upwards. It takes him a few moments before he chuckles. He shakes his head as he does so, sunlight catching on loose black strands slipping from his low bun.
“Of course you do.” He re-adjusts, crossing one slim leg over the other. “Fine. Your design sounds good. Plan is thorough enough. Your only issue is that we can only keep his wound—” His boney finger points to what’s left of Izuku’s left arm, “open for a week, maximum. You’ll be, well not you, Mr Midoriya will be very lucky if his wound hasn’t become infected by the time you’ve finished construction and final testing of the arm.”
Your brows furrow at this. It was something you’ve considered but had avoided thinking about. You lean forwards slightly towards Dr Kita, saying in a low voice, “Realistically, how long do you think I have before infection sets in?”
“It all depends really.” Dr Kita pushes his glasses up, from resting on the bump of his nose to the space just before that. He looks over at Izuku, studying him carefully. “Some patients’ wounds become infected within hours. For others, it takes days.” His gaze flickers back over to you. “You’ll want to get him back in theatre and attach the arm as soon as possible.”
You nod. “Umm,” Izuku starts, his voice is quiet and hesitant, “just to clarify, honey, you’re not attaching it, are you?”
You tilt your head to the side, pouting, you say in a serious and saddened tone, “I thought you trusted me.” Your boyfriend shakes his head as he says, “I do—”
“I’m kidding. Of course I’m not?” That wasn’t supposed to be a question, but it turns into one as you look back to Dr Kita and he nods.
“You think I’d just let you operate without any qualifications or training? I hope you know what you’ll find beneath that dressing.” You laughing nervously, unable to tell if Dr Kita is joking or if he’ll actually make you operate on Izuku.
“Of course I do.”
Dr Kita agrees to speak to one of the orthopaedic surgeons to arrange Izuku’s prosthetic attachment, clearing up that you in fact WILL NOT be performing surgery on your boyfriend (as you shouldn’t be). You both thank him profusely and soon, it’s just the two of you again.
You two settle into a comfortable conversation, talking about everything that’s happened over the past month. You find out that it wasn’t until last week that Shoto and Ingenium had been brought onto the mission because of how close they were getting to the organisation orchestrating the sale of young women for quirk breeding.
“I still can’t believe that that still exists in this day and age.” You’re utterly discussed by this and it’s apparent in your voice. Izuku nods in agreement.
He continues on, telling you how he’s been rooming with Dynamight in this abandoned apartment overlooking a series of night clubs since the mission started. It’s been filled with lots of teasing and arguing. Getting older, going off on their own, Midoriya and Bakugou’s relationship isn’t as… explosive (like what I did there?) as it was at UA. Being high-ranking pro heroes now, the competition between them is friendlier. Not friendly. But, friendlier. There was a healthy rivalry between them now.
“If I’m being honest though,” Izuku lowered his voice to a whisper as he leaned closer to you, “I’m glad that it’ll be back to the two of us from now on.”
“WHAT WAS THAT DIPSHIT?!”
You turn in shock as Dynamight bursts into the room, door slamming into the wall, hinges shaking. He’s in a hospital gown, bandaged arms peaking out.
“Kacchan!” Izuku says, surprised by his visit. You were surprised that Dynamight could still hear Izuku despite how loud his explosions are. You thought he would have hearing aids by now. Or does he? Fuck, his spiky ass hair is in the way so you can’t see clearly.
“The fuck happened to you?” Bakugou questions, stopping right next to you and pointing at where Izuku’s left arm should have been.
Okay, you’re not having that. “Hey!” You stand up, puffing up your chest and getting in the ash blond’s face. Not that you can cause he literally towers over you, but you get an A for effort girlie. “None of this would of happened if you weren’t such a hothead!”
Fun fact, you’ve actually met Bakugou. You met him last year at the annual pro hero conference afterparty. It was brief, but you already knew from Izuku’s stories that this man was quite… rough. Your meeting then only confirmed such beliefs when he was shouting at Izuku for having a girlfriend and not bringing her around to meet his friends sooner.
“OI, WHO DO YOU THINK YOU’RE TALKING TO, PIPSQUEAK?!” He yells in back in your face. His breath is hot as it hits your face.
“YOU FUCKFACE! You’re the reason my boyfriend lost his arm.” Your fingertips jab his chest. Holy fuck he’s hard. This man is built like a fridge.
“Tch. YOUR BOYFRIEND IS THE REASON HE LOST HIS ARM! IT’S NOT MY FAULT HE CAN’T EVEN CONTROL HIS QUIRK.” Bakugou’s hands grab your upper shoulders, gripping them tight. They’re sweaty and stick to your baggy graphic tee.
“HEY! GET YOUR HANDS OFF ME before you start going off.” Your fingers grasp his wrists. They’re hotter than you’ve ever felt before. You can feel his pulse beating.
“Kacchan, that’s enough,” Izuku says like a primary school teacher scolding a child.
“I’LL DECIDE WHEN IT’S ENOUGH!” Bakugou’s fingers squeeze into the flesh of your biceps. You yelp reflexively.
“Kacchan!”
“ALRIGHT ALRIGHT.” He releases you from his grasp. Now leaning close to you, almost touching, to point at Izuku.
But before he can get a word out, Izuku tells him off, “Can you at least apologise for hurting my girlfriend?”
“FINE.” Bakugou looks down you, not moving an inch. “I’m sorry, okay?” You just nod, leaning slightly backwards to keep you two from touching. This man really has no hold on personal space, does he?
Bakugou energetically points at Izuku, yelling “LOOK AT WHAT YOU’VE DONE DEKU! HOW ARE YOU GOING TO BE A HERO NOW?! Tch. And I thought you were my equal. I WOULD NEVER GO N’ GET MY ARM CUT OFF LIKE THAT!”
You end sitting back down once Bakugou leaned even further in. This isn’t really any better though. His hips are very close to your face so, you’ve settled for just turning away from him to look at Izuku. And broccoli boy just takes it. He doesn’t try to stop Bakugou from having his little tantrum. It’s probably better this way anyways. Bakugou can just get it off his chest and be done with it.
I guess he made a good choice for his hero name though, ‘Dynamight’, cause this guy really explodes. Sorry. That could of been sexual if I made it sexual. I meant his anger. Anyways…
After a while, Bakugou just stops hurling insult after insult. He finally huffs and sits down on Izuku’s bed.
“You’re such a dumbfuck, you know that?”
Izuku chuckles, “Yes, I know.”
“WHOSE GONNA BE MY COMPETITION NOW, HUH? WHAT? WHAT ICYHOT? IS THAT BASTARD REALLY GONNA BE MY RIVAL NOW?” Don’t tell me he’s gonna go at it again, you think. He really is just angry, like, limitlessly angry, isn’t he?
“Kacchan, you should keep your voice down. Shoto might—”
“YOU THINK I GIVE A FUCK IF THAT HALF N’ HALF BRAT HEARS ME—”
“I care, Kacchan,” Izuku sighs. He looks tired. Really tired.
You gently touch Bakugou on the arm. He looks at you with hostility as if you’ve just committed an offence.
“Bakugou, Izuku’s exhausted after everything that’s happened last night. Why don’t we give him some space so he can rest?”
The blond scoffs and shrugs you off, “Tch. As if. YOU.” He points at Izuku again as he stands up. “YOU BETTER FIGURE THIS SHIT OUT. I’M NOT LOSING MY NUMBER ONE RIVAL SO YOU BETTER GROW ANOTHER ARM OR SOMETHIN’!” He grabs you by the elbow, dragging you out of the room. You wave back at Izuku before sticking your thumb up and smiling, letting him know that it’s going to be okay and he can just rest. Izuku nods at this.
Bakugou doesn’t just take you out of the room, but continues to ‘guide’ you by the elbow, taking you down the hallway with him. You turn a corner and a café comes into view.
“Um, Bakugou, where are we going?”
“Tch. Are you actually that dumb?” He drags you into the café and you just let him. You considered fighting back, at least just for your elbow, but it didn’t seem very promising given the ripples of muscles that are exaggerated by the bandages around his arms. He’s leading you to a table at the back where you see a head of half red and half white hair. OMG! IS THAT SHOTO?!
Of course, you were Izuku’s number one fan, but before meeting Izuku, you were actually a huge Shoto fan. Not that you didn’t like Izuku, but the half and half boy had caught your attention. You didn’t have a shrine dedicated to Shoto like Izuku has to All Might, but you would always stay up-to-date with his interviews, any new missions he’s on or news buzz he was involved in. He was quite popular back in your home country so it wasn’t too hard to find translations of media he was in. Actually, watching his interviews in Japanese had been revolutionary when you first started learning the language.
And now, you were about to meet him.
“Wait!!”You stopped suddenly, a few steps from the table, causing Bakugou to stumble-stop with you.
“WHAT?!” He turned back to you, frowning hard. He’s gonna get some seriously deep wrinkles if he keeps making such expressions, you think.
You say, “I’m nervous, okay? Are we really going to go sit with Shoto?”
He barked out a laugh. “OF COURSE NOT. WOW, YOU REALLY ARE DUMB. I don’t know how Deku puts up with you.”
“Hey! That’s just mean,” you pout at him.
He scoffs, “I’M ‘JUST MEAN’! GET OVER IT!” Bakugou’s face lowers down to yours just to yell at it. People were starting to stare. You could feel your cheeks beginning to flare up.
“Bakugou,” you say as you put your hand on the arm that was still holding onto your elbow. This draws another look of absolute offence and disgust from the blond. “People are staring.”
“Tch. OF COURSE THEY ARE. I’M DYNAMIGHT.”
“Uh, I don’t think that’s why—” He continues on, dragging you over to the table Shoto’s seated at. He shifts to make room on booth seat, seeing you two coming over. Bakugou throws you down onto the booth side of the table. You fall onto Shoto clumsily, repeating how sorry you are as you push up from him.
He grasps your forearms, helping you sit upright, muttering, “It’s fine.”
Your [e/c] eyes meet his heterochromatic ones and for a moment, you forget to breathe. Wow… he’s so pretty. Those long lashes, clear skin, full lips. Even his scar is perfect. You notice the bandages wrapped around his head like a zumba headband. They loop through his dual-coloured locks. They look so soft from this angle. You giggle nervously once he draws his hands — one hot, the other icy — back to himself.
Your admiration of the hero is interrupted by the ear-scrapping sound of Bakugou pulling out the chair opposite and sitting in it unceremoniously. None of you speak for the next few minutes, and you notice that in this time, most of the onlookers return to what they’re doing.
“So…” You start, tapping your fingers on your clothed thighs.
“Deku told me you were ‘n engineer or somethin’. You’re gonna fix his arm, right?” Bakugou’s red eyes pierce through you with their intensity.
“What’s wrong with Izuku’s arm?” Shoto’s voice is so smooth. Honestly. It’s even nicer than in all of the interviews you’ve seen. You stutter on your inhale, hearing him speak. It’s low and fairly quiet, but confident at the same time.
“Tch. That bastard—”
“Oi,” you cut in, “that ‘bastard’ is my boyfriend. You better con—”
“Deku,” Bakugou glares at you, “got his arm ripped off.”
You sigh, turning slightly to Shoto. Oh my gosh! You’re heartbeat is pumping like you run up a flight of stairs. Are you about to talk to your favourite hero? Ahem, your second favourite hero.
You defend your boyfriend with, “Izu-chan didn’t ‘get his arm ripped off’. The surgeon amputated most of it as the damage was beyond his healing capabilities.”
“Oh.” Shoto looked down momentarily.
“Tch. What a baby. IF THAT WAS ME—”
“I KNOW BAKUGOU! Oh my god I know, we all know. You’re the fucking best hero ever. You would never let anything stop you or hurt you or whatever. We know, okay? Can you please give it a rest?” Your brows are knit together as you glare at him. He glares back.
“Tch.” Bakugou leaned back in his seat, looking off to the side now, face in a scowl.
The table fell into silence again. You didn’t mean to go off at him, and now you must look really bad in front of Shoto. Fuck. You only had one chance and you blew it. You probably can’t even ask for his autograph anymore. Jeez, this is embarrassing. But you were feeling really stressed out by Bakugou and his attitude toward this whole thing. You’re pretty sure that if Izuku were here, that he would tell you that this is just how Bakugou is dealing with his emotions. But seriously like, does he ever shut the fu—
“You didn’t answer my question. Are you gonna fix ‘is arm or not?” Bakugou addresses you with less aggression this time. At least he’s trying. That’s really nice of him.
“Y-yea,” you mutter, looking down at your hands. It takes a few moments for you gather up some confidence, but when you do, you look back up at him, meeting his fiery gaze. “I’m going to build him a cybernetic arm which we’re going to surgically attach to his wound.”
“The fuck is ‘cyber… cyb… cyb’ fuck I DON’T KNOW. WHAT IS IT?”
“Cybernetic?” You raise your eyebrow at him, smirking slightly. “Yea, hurry up n’ spit it out already.” He’s glaring you down softly this time.
“Cybernetic is the same as bionic or prosthetic. Basically, I’m going to build him a robotic arm and replace what’s missing of his left arm with it.”
“So,” Shoto says, “Midoriya-kun will be part robot?”
You notice how perfect his posture is, how stoic the expression is on his face. Amazing… You nod, “That’s the plan. We don’t have much time, so I need to build and test it as soon as possible.”
“Then get the fuck out ‘ere. Seriously,” he’s leaning over the table now, “go build that shit.”
“Baku—”
“YOU HEARD ME! I’M NOT HAVING THIS—” Bakugou points vigorously to Shoto, “AS MY SOLE COMPETITION. YOU BETTER FIX HIM! ROBOT, NOT ROBOT, I DON’T CARE.” He’s standing at this point, palms on the table, leaning over mockingly to Shoto. “YOU AIN’T SHIT COMPARED TO ME ICYHOT!” Shoto turns to you, unfazed by Bakugou’s outburst.
“Please excuse Bakugou’s behaviour. He’s upset over Midoriya-kun’s inju—”
“I’M NOT UPSET! WHAT THE FUCK IS WRONG WITH YOU PEOPLE?!” Bakugou’s hands begin to spark on the table, leaving scorch marks in their midst. He quickly wipes his palms on his hospital gown, muttering about how he’s going to have to pay for that.
You sigh, his words resonating with you. “You’re right. I need to get back to my place and start now. Thanks Bakugou.”
You stand up, ready to leave when Shoto catches you off guard. “We should at least get you a coffee then. I assume you’ll have a long night ahead of you?”
Oh my gosh! Is THE pro hero ‘Shoto’ offering to buy me, ME, a coffee? Oh my gosh! Yes! Yes sir!
You laugh nervously, trying to play it cool but you obviously fail, “O-oh, um, yea, okay, yea, that sounds good. Yea…” You meet his gaze. It’s soft. You might actually pass out from how excited you are right now.
“Tch. FINE. I’m not paying though.” Bakugou crosses his arms, shifting his weight onto one leg. Shoto dismisses the blond’s lack of enthusiasm with a wave of his hand.
“I’ll pay.”
“Really?! Like, you-you’ll actually pay for my coffee?!” Fuck. That sounded so fangirl-y didn’t it? Shit. He’s gonna know.
“Of course," Shoto replies. He places his credit card on the circular table. Where did he get that from? “What would you like?”
You think for a moment. Maybe he brought his wallet. That makes sense. From what you’ve seen of Bakugou’s behaviour, he didn’t seem to be the type to pay for the date. Not this was a date. Concerning the coffee, you usually get a double shot oat milk cappuccino but you know that the answer that won’t make you seem like even more of a weirdo is probably an iced coffee.
“Um, I haven’t seen the menu.” A safe choice.
Shoto chuckles at this, shaking his head slightly. “Of course, sorry.” He rises from his spot on the booth and you notice that SOMEHOW he’s even taller than Bakugou. Oh… so is this why Bakugou’s so mad? Height is pretty sensitive subject for men, right? He’s also in a hospital gown with a few bandages wrapped around his arms at different sites. He motions for you to start walking and so you do. He follows you as you walk over to the counter.
You notice that they have oat milk and cappuccinos on the menu. What you don’t notice is that Bakugou ended up following you two over to the counter and was standing just behind you, off to your side, watching you intensely. His sudden “tch” alerts you to his presence.
“One large cappuccino with oat milk. And one egg salad sandwich. And a three of the ichigo daifuku. You want anythin’ else?” Bakugou looks down at you.
You lean up, whispering close to his ear, “Can you make it a double shot?”
“Make that a double shot for the cap. OI! ICYHOT, what do you want?”
Shoto’s heterochromatic eyes widen for a moment before he chuckles softly. “I’ll have an iced coffee. Medium please.” He looks back at the explosive blond who clicks his tongue.
Bakugou rolls his eyes, telling the server, “Two iced coffees. Both Medium.”
Bakugou ends up paying for your order and shooing you and Shoto back to your seats while he waits for it to be ready. You laugh and Shoto smiles lightly, seeing your good mood.
“What is it?” He asks, looking at you curiously.
You giggle, “He’s such a softie, huh?” You playfully elbow Shoto’s side. His brows furrow slightly, revealing his confusion.
“Bakugou?” He questions. You nod in agreement, still smiling stupidly.
“He’s all—” you puff up your chest and curl your arms like a tough guy, “rawr I’m Dynamight I’m so tough when really, he’s quite caring, isn’t he?”
Shoto nods slowly, “Sometimes.”
You two stay quiet for a minute or two before Shoto says, “Midoriya-kun talks a lot about you.” You look back at him like he just grew a second head.
“Really?” I mean, it made sense. You two had been together for about three years now.
Shoto nods, “He could talk about you for hours. He could barely contain himself during the mission.”
You giggle, “You make it sound like he loves me as much as All Might.” At this, Shoto gives you a small smile.
“Maybe he does.”
“Ahh don’t start putting ideas in my head or I won’t be able to concentrate.” You dramatically place the back of your hand on your forehead, sighing in feigned distress.
“My apologies…” He regains this neutral-curious look on his face. “I hope you don’t mind but, he told me that you were a big fan of mine.”
Oh fuck. Okay, it’s not funny anymore. “He what?” You stare wide-eyed at Shoto. He meets your gaze with a slight smirk. “You knew? Like, this entire time, you knew?” He offers you another nod. You let out a sigh, seeing Bakugou returning with your coffee and food. “That’s so embarrassing,” you groan.
“Why?” Shoto tilts his head at this.
You whine, “Because, I’ve made a fool of myself in front of you. Did he tell you that I’ve seen ALL of your interviews? Like, every single one? Even when you were still at UA?”
Bakugou places the coffee tray on the table before setting the sandwich and daifuku in front of you. He distributes drinks. You have to admit, yours looks so good! The foam is so fluffy, just the way you like it.
“Thank you, Bakugouuuuuu.” You draw out the last syllable of his name. You take a sip, moaning softly at how yummy your coffee tasted. The two heroes just stare at you. One slightly embarrassed and the other pleased.
“Yea, I know right. The barista here makes a mean as fuck coffee,” Bakugou says through his smirk.
“Mhmm, this is so good! They don’t disappoint.” Bakugou watches you as he sips on his own coffee, a shit eating grin on his face. Provider Bakugou unlocked?
You look down at the food in front of you, tearing the paper bag that the daifuku came in into three pieces. As you put one of the snacks on each piece, you say, “Yea, I’m like seriously a huge fan. I have a lot of your merch too. BUT, my number one hero is Izuku. You’re my number two hero.” You wink at Shoto as you slide the daifuku over to him.
Bakugou chokes on his sip. He starts coughing furiously. On instinct, you stand up and are about to go to his side and pat his back when he holds up his hand.
“I cough I-I’m cough fine cough.” You sit back down, watching him ride out the wave that is his coughing fit. Seeing him coming to the end of it.
You ask, “You okay?”
“LOOK AT ME! OF COURSE I’M FINE.” Shoto laughs, watching Bakugou trying to shake off the blush of embarrassment creeping into his cheeks.
“Are you surprised that I’m her second favourite and your not?” Shoto says in his usual monotone. Was Shoto provoking Bakugou? You never thought the day would come when you would see this holy sight.
“OI! DON’T START SOME SHIT YOU CAN’T FINISH YOU HALF AND HALF BASTARD!!” You start laughing hard as you slide Bakugou’s daifuku over to him. “OI! WHAT’S SO FUNNY?” You start laughing even harder, leaning back in your seat, arms wrapping around your belly.
“Y-you are,” you laugh out. Your tummy begins to hurt, tears of joy gathering in your eyes. You watch through glassy eyes as Bakugou shoves the dessert whole in his mouth angrily.
“Oi. Shut it.” But it sounds more like “Shuf ip” as he speaks while chewing.
You salute, giggling, “Yes sir.” At this, Bakugou rolls his eyes.
You have a moment of clarity. Or delusion, you decide. Actually, he’s quite handsome too. You couldn’t really see it before because of his rather… energetic personality. But, there’s something quite attractive about the sharpness of his features. You can see why so many of your friends like him so much.
“I’M WAY BETTER THAN THIS FUCKWIT—”
“Hey! there could be kids around—”
“I should be your second favourite instead.” Bakugou crosses his arms again, with one large hand enveloping at least half of his drink.
You shake your head, giggling again, “Oh yea.” You meet his gaze. “Prove it.”
Shoto looks with wide eyes between you two.
“PROVE WHAT?” Bakugou’s leaning forward and so do you.
“Prove that you’re a way better hero than Shoto.” He barks out his laughter once again in your face, it’s sharp and short.
“HAVE YOU SEEN MY TRACK RECORD? Tch. AS IF I HAVE TO PROVE ANYTHING TO YOU, PIPSQUEAK.” He rolls his eyes, leaning back and sipping his coffee down inhumanly fast.
“You right? You’ll get a tummy ache if you drink it that fast," you say. You look down at his quickly emptying drink before looking back up into his red eyes. He stops sipping, only ice left.
“SHUT UP.”
You decide now that you’ll stop riling him up. Dynamight is a pretty cool hero. And to be honest, you do wear his merch because Izuku owns a significant amount of it. Being a pro hero, Izuku usually got discounts or free merch from other heroes. Being his girlfriend, he usually got you any merch you wanted. You feel kinda bad for pissing Bakugou off after he’s been so nice to you. Well, as nice as Bakugou gets for a someone he’s just met (the first time doesn’t really count as it was so brief).
“I’m sorry for suggesting that you’re not a cool hero, Dynamight. You are a cool hero and I’ll tell Izuku how nice you’ve been to me,” You say with a grin. But this seems to have the opposite intended effect of soothing the tension.
“SHUT UP YOU DUMMY!” He looks away from you, getting up abruptly to throw his cup in the bin. He takes the torn pieces of the paper bag with him as you pop the daifuku into your mouth. Mhmmm, it’s so yummy too! The fresh strawberry is so sweet!
“He’s flattered,” Shoto chimes in.
You look at him confused and ask, “Are you sure?”
He nods before asking, “Do you really own my merch? That must make Midoriya-kun uncomfortable.”
“Hmm,” you think about it for a few seconds, hearing Bakugou scrape his chair against the floor again. “Not really, I mean, have you seen how much All Might merch he owns?” You raise your brows in exaggeration.
Giggling, you add, “I should be uncomfortable.” Shoto just looks at you, wating for you to continue while Bakugou begins picking at the chips of the table.
“We actually talked about it when we started dating. Izu-chan knows that I’m your fan. I’m not like in love with you or something, you know? I like what you stand for, I think you’re pretty attractive, and I admire how hard you work in your career. I do wear your merch a lot though. That makes Izu-chan jealous sometimes.” You ramble on mindlessly.
Shoto looks down, “O-oh.”
It’s true. You couldn’t fathom the idea of being in love with a man you’ve never met, like you know some girls are with the respective objects of their affection. I say object because what they’re in love with is a commodity, an image, not a person. That would be super awkward if you were infatuated with Shoto. Especially since Izuku and Shoto work together sometimes.
“Stop talking and eat your sandwich.” Bakugou points to the untouched egg salad sandwich on the table. He’s right, if you’re gonna be up all night building a cybernetic arm, you had better eat up.
“Thanks Bakugou!” You squeal. He rolls his eyes.
“Don’t thank me, just hurry up and eat before I make you.” His voice was gruff as he stared hard at you. You giggle one last time before unwrapping the sandwich and taking a bite.
This place has seriously good food.
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I may ot may not have found the ruby ring to your long term katsuki bf proposal fic from under th same pin-
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actually screamed at the second image omg they're so pretty!!!!! i wish i saw those sooner!
i had this one in mind as well when i wrote the fic, super similar to the ones you linked above.
you text them that you're in heat pt.1
alpha! izu, kiri, katsuki, shoto x omega!fem!reader⋆｡°✩ — swearing, suggestive
pt.2
a/n: my first ever smau!!
their omega
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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their omega
જ⁀➴ chapter one: good purchase
alpha! bakugou, kirishima, denki, sero x omega!fem!reader⋆｡°✩ — angst, hurt/comfort, you get dropped off to your new home, smau + fic, 1.7k words
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a/n: '🌽⭐️s' gc from denki's pov
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You open the passenger door of the dealer’s car, looking out at the beautiful house that you will soon call home. Not willingly of course. The dealer grunts at you to get out of the car, and you obey. Your skin is like porcelain it’s so flawless and delicate looking. That is of the skin revealed by your basic dress. The dress that is worn by all of the omegas when they’re taken to their new ‘home’. But beneath that dress was bruised skin and aching muscles.
You shut the door beside you and do your best to remain expressionless as you walk to the black-coloured gate. It slides open, revealing a blond man. He looks sheepish and you can smell him from where you are. His scent is overwhelming. Something sharp, tangy, citrusy even. It makes you gulp.
He comes over to you both and shakes the dealer’s hand.
“Hey,” he says, drawing his hand back. He turns to look at you, his golden eyes focused on your own. He holds your gaze, making you whine. At the high-pitched sound, he chuckles nervously and looks back at the dealer.
“So,” he starts. “Do I need to sign anything or?” The dealer nods and pulls out the contract. The contract signing your life away to this alpha. You notice how agitated the blond seems, tapping his foot as he reads over the agreement.
“Didn’t I sign this last night?” he asks with a creased brow.
The dealer replies, “That was for the buying price and handling fees. This is the terms and conditions of your purchase.” The blond nods and signs the paper, officially taking ownership of you. The thought, the sight has you crying out internally. You want to scream and run; escape. It doesn’t matter if you get caught later, you have to try now.
You gulp and start looking around with wide, frenzied eyes. You notice the neighbourhood isn’t busy. You have no idea where you are, of course. You are fairly new to Japan, and then you happened to get kidnapped and well… Even if you run for it right now, there’s no way you can make it down the street before the dealer drags you back here.
“You’ve made a fine choice, Mr Kaminari,” the dealer grins. He shakes the blond’s hand again before giving him his copy of the contract. The dealer then turns to you and says, “You.” He grabs your elbow tight and pulls you into his side. You yelp out in pain. Your eyes are even wider than before as you stare at the blond before you. He watches this interaction with a frown.
The dealer whispers in your ear, “Be good. Just like we practised, yea?”
The blond clears his throat and says, “She’s mine now, so you can back off.” The dealer lets go of you and leaves. As you watch his car drive away, the man in front of you stares at you. His eyes trail over you, taking in how god-awful that dress looks on you. Maybe it’s their marketing scheme, he thinks. Present wrapped so terribly you gotta tear it off immediately.
He laughs nervously as he says, “So…” You gaze back at him, expecting him to grab you and force you into his house just like all the other girls told you the alphas would once you were sold off. He has such sweet features, you think. Most alphas had sharp features, but he looked very boyish even though he would have been what? 25? 26?
“Do you, uh, wanna come in?” He finally says. You nod falsely. You want nothing more than to NOT go inside that house but you don’t have a choice. He owns you now.
You two walk through the gate and up to the house. You stay behind him, watching him carefully before looking at the exterior. The garden is overgrown but the house up ahead is quite nice. Minimalistic yet stylish.
Your quads cry out as you walk up the few steps to the front door. He opens the door and the scent inside washes over you. Like a riptide, it drags you under until you’re surrounded. And you realise it’s not just his scent but a mixture of them. You’re silently praying to the lords as you take a step inside that he had friends over last night or something. The last thing you want is to be owned by an alpha, let alone be shared between alphas.
You’re choking back tears as you take off your shoes, following the blond’s lead. You can hear the thump of footsteps drawing closer, confirming your suspicions. You gulp and look up at the blond with big, glassy eyes. And he looks back at you dumbfounded.
Your gaze flickers to the red-haired man who walks down the entrance hall towards you two. He’s tall and is wearing an apron with the words ‘MAN APRON’ on his chest. He smells earthy, you note. As he comes to the edge of the main level, the blond turns back to look at him.
The blond whines, “I told you to look presentable.”
The red-haired man laughs and says, “Like you look any better.” The blond grumbles as the other man chuckles.
“So,” the redhead says as he looks at you. “Where’re your bags?” You choke back a sob and you shake your head. You don’t think you’ll be able to stop yourself from breaking down if you speak. His short brows furrow as he stares at you. He gazes back to the blond and says, “Where the fuck are her bags?”
The blond exclaims, “Oh shit! I think the dealer drove off with them. Hang on—” He pulls out his phone. “I’ll call him now.” The redhead groans.
“No!” You cry out. Their attention snaps to you, both staring at you with wide eyes. You gulp and say, “You don’t need to do that. I-I don’t have any-any bags.” You got real quiet at the end there as your thin control over your emotions ceases to exist. All of it comes rushing forward at once and swallows you whole. Tears prickle at the corners of your eyes as you look down at your bare feet. You sniffle and wipe your nose with your hand.
Someone clears their throat and you look up, catching the end of a glance between the two men. The redhead looks at you and motions you forward with his arm. You obey, stepping onto the platform. You sniffle as you slip on a pair of way too big house slippers.
He wraps a muscular arm around your shoulders and guides you into the house. He says softly, “I’m sorry. This must be very frightening for you, huh?” He rubs your shoulder as you walk. You keep sniffling and cry into your hands, paying zero attention to where you’re going.
He continues, “Why don’t you sit down, and I’ll get you some water?” You rub your eyes with your hand and look down at the table and cushions. You nod and sit down on the first cushion, placing your elbows on the table and sobbing into your hands.
You feel a warm hand on your back and you flinch. You look up and see the blond kneeling next to you. His gaze is gentle, and his full lips are in a pout. You return to crying into your hands. Your shoulders tremble as your chest heaves from your sadness. You’re too focused on the fear and anxiety wracking through you to notice the red-haired man place a glass of water in front of you.
As you cry, the two alphas stare at each other and mouth their confusion. The redhead points to you while the blond while the blond shrugs. You stay like this for a bit, just getting out all of the feelings you have locked up deep within for the past month.
Once your sobs become quieter and trail off into jolty sniffles, you look up and reach for the glass of water. You gulp down the entire thing in one go before going to wipe your eyes with your hands. You whimper as a large hand catches your wrists. You see the redhead looking at you, gaze soft as he holds your hands.
He shakes his head at you before nodding to the tissue box the blond is holding. The redhead grabs one and starts dabbing your cheeks and eyes with it. His touch is careful and light like he’s afraid of breaking you. Like you’re so delicate, he doesn’t want to leave a mark behind if he’s too harsh.
The gesture has you on edge. A gesture so sweet and caring that has you second-guessing your impression of him. You were expecting them to tell you to shut up once you start crying, not be so patient and attentive. Did you misjudge him? Both of them? Or was this all an act to gain your trust and then breed you against your will?
Such thoughts trigger more sobs from you. The redhead lets go of your hands as you pull them back and return to your former position to cry.
The blond leans over to the redhead and whispers, “I think you made it worse.”
The redhead scowls at him. He stares the blond down before eventually sighing and saying low, “You should give up your room then so she can have some privacy.”
The blond scoffs. He whisper-shouts, “As if! Why don’t you give up your room, manliest man?” The redhead frowns at this but thinks it over. If it would get you to stop crying… But maybe it would make it worse since it smelled of him so strongly.
You sniffle particularly loudly and shift back, wiping your eyes with your arm. Your voice is heavy with sadness as you choke out, “Wh-where’s t-the bath-bathroom?” The alphas look at each other before the blond helps you stand up and leads you down the hall. He slides open the door and gestures for you to enter. You scramble inside, and he shuts it behind you.
You jump up onto the edge of the sink and sit there, crying and crying for what feels like forever.
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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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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
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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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nsfw = ★
bakugou katsuki
boobs too big ⟶ bakugou designs new underwear merch for you but unfortunately, it doesn't fit as your boobs are too big
birthday gift ⟶ bakugou wants to buy the perfect gift for his sanrio-loving girlfriend, but he doesn’t know what to get her
katsuki with the pet he didn't want ⟶ katsuki would do anything for his kitten which makes you feel left out
you bake muffins for katsuki's colleagues ⟶ bakugou doesn't like it when his housewife focuses on anyone but him, especially on his colleagues (cough eijirou cough)
★ downpour ⟶ you're a princess running away from the castle the night before you're supposed to get married. you happen to stumble upon a cabin during a thunderstorm and reunite with your previous guard, bakugou.
just for tonight ⟶ bakugou wants to show you how much he's changed since you two broke up
engagement ring ⟶ for the past couple of months, katsuki's been coming home late so, you decide to confront him about it
katsuki's seamstress wife ⟶ you make him a new suit for the annual pro hero gala
★ clingy ⟶ katsuki's bunny gf just wants him to stay close after sex
★ what lurks in the dark | pt.1, pt.2 ⟶ you're a succubus who's had your eye on katsuki for a while. and now, you're desperate to get your fill of him.
kaminari denki
eloping with denki ⟶ deciding to elope and your elopement ceremony
★ make it up to you ⟶ denki makes up for his poor behaviour last night by making his wife feel good
kirishima eijirou
★ dumbification ⟶ but he's the one going dumb
gym crush ⟶ you finally talk to your gym crush
midoriya izuku
upgrade | pt.1, pt.2, pt.3, epi ⟶ izuku gets severely injured during a rescue mission. as a result, most of his left arm is amputated. you, being a mechanical and biomedical engineer (and his loyal girlfriend), decide to build him a cybernetic arm to replace the arm he's lost.
sero hanta
spider monkey ⟶ you recreate the iconic spiderman kiss with your bf
shigaraki tomura
truth or dare ⟶ you’re playing truth or dare with the lov when you get dared to kiss one of the members...
shinsou hitoshi
★ shinsou is kinky asf ⟶ hc
★ twitter recreation ⟶ you're scrolling on twitter when you come across a sensitive video and end up recreating it with your bf
takami keigo
★ mission prep ⟶ kei's going away on a mission so you two decide to film yourselves together having a bit of fun
the bird in me ⟶ being part bird makes kei do some pretty weird things once he finds a suitable mate (aka you)
todoroki shoto
★ rut suppressants | pt.1, pt.2 ⟶ you find out that shoto's been taking rut suppressants ever since you've been together. you take them off him and get to see a new side of your husband.
banana bread ⟶ you bake him some yummy banana bread and bring it to him at work
todoroki touya
★ "you're my girl, aren't you. forever mine." ⟶ everything was fine until one Halloween, people who have annoyed you start dying. are you cursed? or is someone else responsible for their deaths? (hint: it’s someone else. someone you know very well.)
various
what they would be like drunk ⟶ hcs
how they eat food ⟶ hcs
they see you in lingerie | v.1, v.2, v.3 ⟶ you bought some lingerie online and now, it’s arrived in the mail. you go to your shared bedroom and try on the lingerie, telling your man to wait on the bed. how does he react?
self-care day with the boys ⟶ what they would do for you when you're stressed out from work
you text them that you're in heat | pt.1, pt.2 ⟶ smau
if they were househusbands ⟶ hcs + drabbles kinda
★ their omega | m.list ⟶ you are an omega who has been kidnapped for underground auctions. while investigating these auctions, a drunken denki buys you. but you don't end up with one new alpha. you end up with four.
valentine’s day with the boys ⟶ how they would ask you to be their valentine and what you would do on the day
if he wasn't a hero ⟶ hcs
insecure ⟶ smau where reader feels insecure about her body after a beach day with her bf
class 1-a pack dynamics ⟶ hcs
you didn't realise they had a gf ⟶ smau
okay so I'm thinking of writing an omegaverse fic where the reader (omega) is sold to the bakusquad (alphas). it would be about how the reader is scared at first but then begins to feel more comfortable cause the guys reassure her that she's safe with them (maybe eventual smut? idk). I'm thinking of adding a bit of smau as well but idk.
they see you in lingerie v.3
lov x fem!reader⋆｡°✩ — implied smut, 770 words
ua students, pro heroes
todoroki touya (dabi)
⭑.ᐟ you don’t get a chance to walk out of the wardrobe as dabi barges in. he was getting impatient with how long you were taking. as soon as he lays eyes on you, his usual smirk stretches across his phase. his gaze is filled with pride and lust at how sexy his girl looks for him. you’re in blue, the set matches his sharp eyes.
“well, what do you have here?” he teases. you giggle as he slowly steps forward, charred fingers slipping from the doorknob.
“you gonna spin for me?” he asks in the lazy drawl. he’s standing a little way in front of you, hands slipping into his pockets. he stares at you expectantly. you nod and twirl slowly for him. you love the feeling of his undivided attention on you.
dabi can’t resist it when you wear blue. makes him feel something when he sees how much you adore him, enough to drape your body in the colour of his eyes and flames.
he can’t take it anymore. he closes the gap between you and grabs your roughly by the waist. you’re giggling coyly as you fall into his chest. his hand is already on your jaw, fingers pressing hard into your flesh and forcing your head back and up to look into those ocean eyes.
that night he claims you for himself in more ways than just physical.
shimura tenko (shigaraki tomura)
⭑.ᐟ when you step out, you catch sight of shigaraki. he’s sitting on the edge of your bed, fully engrossed in the video game he’s playing. he got impatient and decided to resume his game as you were taking your sweet time.
he doesn’t notice you step out cause he’s about to win. you couldn’t care less though. in fact, you’re a bit annoyed that he couldn’t just wait until you were done showing him the lingeries set you had got for him, to resume his game.
you stalk over to him, coming to stand right in front of him, blocking his view of the TV. your arms are crossed over your chest. your boyfriend glares at your frame momentarily before putting the controller down with a sigh and looking up at you. you’re staring down at him harshly.
“what?” he huffs. you narrow your eyes at him. “really? you couldn’t wait.” you say, your pretty forehead creased. at this, shigaraki looks away for a second before focusing back on you. “no," he says as he leans forward, eyes trailing over your curvaceous figure. he does so for a few moments before standing up and heading to the drawer beside your bed. he pulls out a pair of black drawing gloves and you know that tonight’s gonna be good.
he used to fumble a lot in the beginning, when you two were becoming more intimate. but, he’s a fast learner. the gloves are there just in case shigaraki’s control over his quirk falters.
bubaigawara jin (twice)
⭑.ᐟ when you come out, there’s at least six of jin’s clones crowding the bedroom while the real jin sits on the bed. you can tell it’s him as he’s just staring at you, silently appreciating the breath-taking sight that is you. he’s still in his villain costume.
jin’s clones start coming up to you, telling you how gorgeous you look. one takes your hands while another wraps their arm around your waist. you giggle, flattered by all of the attention. you look over to the real jin, tilting your head to the side as he continues to stare at you.
you wanted it to just be you two tonight, as usually his clones are always around.
jin just keeps looking at you beneath the white sockets of his mask, admiring you. confused as to how such a perfect goddess could possibly be interested in him.
as another clone fingers the lace of your panties, you turn slightly and whine at it. looking back at jin, you run slightly to him, wrapping your arms around his neck and coming to straddle his lap.
“jin,” you pout. “jin, can it just be us tonight?” his covered hands come to your waist and upper back.
“just us?” he questions softly into your ear. you nod, leaning back and cupping his face in your hands. you stare into those white sockets, searching for his gray-blue eyes beneath.
“just you and me,” you say smiling at him. he gently rubs your upper arms with his thumbs. you can here the incessant chatter of his clones cease as they melt, dripping onto the carpet to disintegrate.
you give him a kiss through his mask, knowing that it’s too much to ask his to take it off. he’s doing enough right now, choosing to love you like this.
i have been SEARCHING for this fic again since i read it last year. a true masterpiece i am so blessed that it came up on my feed again🥹
❥ KATSUKI BAKUGOU X FEM! READER
❥ WORD COUNT: 2.3k
❥ WARNINGS/TAGS: a/b/o dynamics (alpha Katsuki/omega reader), knotting, age-gap (Katsuki is in his grumpy 40s, you're in college), he calls you "kid", fucking in a pool, some mention of sex toys, degradation, creampie
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God, he’s too fucking old for this shit. Too god damn tired of the animal that kicks against his ribs whenever the slick smell of a willing cunt passes his nose.
“ ‘m sorry,” you whisper, rolling your hips to suck his cock deeper in your drooling pussy. He grinds his molars at the too-tight feeling.
“Fucking brat,” he hisses and clamps his hands to your doughy ass, jerking you up and down his cock. “Knew you were trouble. Fucking told you to stay away from me.”
Katsuki knew he would end up fucking the bright-eyed and bushy-tailed college girl the day you moved in next door. He tried to stop it, he really did, showing you his teeth and growling any time the sweet stink of your omega scent greeted him.
Yet he’s the one who couldn’t help himself. Humid summer air brought your pathetic smell right to him, had him peeking over the fence that separated his house from yours like a fucking perv.
The sight of you in your little pool, desperate to cool your too-hot skin, bikini bottoms floating next to you as you shoved a dildo into your aching hole was his breaking point.
And now here you are, stuffed full of throbbing, thick alpha cock. Because you begged him, all fat tears and plump pouts as your heat clawed at your insides.
He might be too old for this, but he’ll never get tired of how fucking stupid omegas get for dick.
“The t-toys just weren’t…weren’t good enough.”
You’re pinned between him and the pool wall, lips of your cunt dragging along his length over and over again as you try to find release.
Copious amounts of slick gush from you, making his thrusting easier. Pearly strings of your cream float around the pool, lost to splash of him fucking into you.
But even still, he’s so engorged with blood and hormones ready to knot that his fat cock struggles against your gummy walls. You hiss, not from pain, but from relief, so happy to be full that no amount of stretching will detract from your pleasure.
“You’re fucking pitiful.”
Shame briefly shines in your blown-out eyes, a bit of humanity peeking through the haze of animal instincts. Shit. This is why he hates this, why he’s tried to avoid all the breeding nonsense. Omegas are so emotionally squishy.
Not that he’s any better. One pout from you as you locked eyes with him across the yard made him jump a fucking fence and plunge his cock into your weeping hole at two in the afternoon.
“Just can’t help it, can you, kid?”
Red eyes trace over the body he’s been trying so hard not to imagine. The triangle fabric of your swimsuit is peeled away from your tits, your nipples puffy from how hard you were tugging on them before he got his hands on you.
A little mhmmmm-mhmmmm sounds from lips pressed too tightly together, your head lolling back as you keep bucking against him with your eager, exposed pussy.
You’re a mess, all swollen and gooey and desperate.
“Such a dumb omega,” he groans and wraps his arms around your back, pressing your soft body all the way against his, “fucking yourself out in the open. Wanted me to find you? Wanted the old man next door to fuck you stupid.”
“N-no,” you lie so easily. “Too hot, was too hot and couldn’t get off and—”
“Bullshit. You started splashin’ around out here just praying I’d catch your scent.”
“C-can’t help it, pr-promise. You just always smell so fucking good, alpha.”
Makes sense now why you always seem to be out on a walk when he gets home from work, and why you always seem to need something from him. He was a nice neighbor and gave you his number when you moved in all on your own, a little omega lost in a big college town. You would message him for help around your place at least once a week—changing light bulbs, fixing a leaky faucet, even opening a goddamn jar a few nights ago.
He told you several times to stop bothering him, yet you never could catch the hint that fooling around with an alpha was going to get you bitten.
Relentlessly he pounds his hips, the buoyancy of the water making it effortless to hold you and fuck in deep. His thighs barely feel any strain, his back muscles rolling like a true predator as he starts to use his arms to pull you up and down.
Katsuki slides his fat cock until it’s barely in your pussy, mushroom tip caught by the suctioning ring of muscle inside of you. Then he bottoms out, balls connecting with your ass under the water with a muted thump.
“God, fuck, that’s good, so good,” you’re fucking loud, “feel so fucking good in my pussy.”
“Christ, you wanna let the whole neighborhood knowing I’m fucking you?”
The fuck-drunk little smile on your face tells him that maybe you do.
And he thought he was the perv.
“You’re such a fucking slut,” he whispers furiously, kissing you with so much force it makes your back arch in his strangle hold.
A thick hand wraps around your throat. He doesn’t squeeze, just leaves it there possessively as his tongue forces its way between your lips. You unconsciously moan, your own tongue meeting his, but he presses it down, not wanting it in the way. You give in, letting him encircle your tongue with his own so he can taste you. He pulls back to suck your bottom lip into his mouth, teeth roughly dragging against it.
“Like feeling my cock spread you apart, hm? Maybe I’ll get you a dildo my size for next time you wanna put on a little show.”
You purr and it makes him want to scratch you to pieces.
The burning stretch of your omega cunt is bliss. The smell of sex and chlorine sting his nose, make him lose it a bit and press so hard inside of you that his cock nearly meets the resistance of your cervix. Not that you seem to mind it—your nails are sinking into his wet shoulders, holding on for dear life as he fucks you in the heat of a summer afternoon.
When Katsuki shifts his hips down, heavy cock sliding out of your tight hole, you bare your teeth and growl at a man nearly double your age.
“Easy, tiger,” he tuts and drops you in the warming water, “turn around and let me hit it from the back.”
He loves that your instincts are to obey.
You turn your back to him with an indignant little huff, bending over the edge of the pool and waiting. Katsuki locks his arms around your thighs, pushing up and letting the water do the work. Your legs float open easily, spreading wide as he spears his way back into your slutty hole.
“Ever been knotted before, kid?”
Looking over your shoulder, you shake your head, hiccuping as he works his shaft in and out of you.
“Please, please, ah, knot me. Wa-wanna know what it feels like.”
He’s toying with an ancient fire, he knows that. One fat knot from an alpha and you might be begging to move in with him, but it’s worth it. Your pussy feels too goddamn good and he’s too worked up not to plug you full.
Katsuki works you into an absolute frenzy, waves of water splashing onto the edges of the pool as you mewl and focus on how effortlessly he fucks you. Your walls meld to him, each thrust hasty and claiming, scented sweat steaming from the heat of your body and the blistering of the sun. His dick curves just perfectly inside you, cockhead purposefully brushing against the most sensitive, spongy spots within your depths.
“Surprised none of your stupid boyfriends knotted this tight cunt before.”
“Wouldn’t,” your fingers are gripping the edge of the pool for dear life, like you’re gonna drown any second, “wouldn’t let them.”
“And you’re gonna let me? Just a slut for older men?”
“Slut for you,” you correct him with a bounce of your ass against his pelvis, “love a big, strong alpha.”
He rolls his eyes at the shameless flattery, yet still the ego inside him flares to life.
“Young, stupid omegas always think they can get whatever they want,” he growls, all while keeping a rough pace inside your body, watching how the water parts for the two of you grinding into one another.
You give him a knowing gaze over your shoulder, sultry and coy.
You are getting exactly what you want. All you had to do was get his attention, pry at his most basic instincts and now here he is losing his mind over the tight squeeze of your omega cunt.
Maybe you aren’t so stupid after all.
But he’ll fuck you stupid, he’s sure of that.
“I’m too old for silly games, kid. You have no idea what you’ve gotten yourself into.”
He proves his point by pawing at your belly under the water, pressing in until you can both feel how deep he is in your guts. The realization makes you whine, pushing hard back against him.
“You think I’m just some toy to use during your heat?” Katsuki tuts, licking at one of his canines. “Just wait until I knot this stupid cunt and you beg me to keep coming back.”
A symphony of sex is ringing in your backyard, sounds of primal grunts, shrill little screams, balls slapping against your ass, water gurgling and splashing.
Any animal nearby knows what’s happening, that nature is running its course and you’re both nothing but senseless bodies looking for the simplest relief.
Katsuki slides the hand on your stomach lower, pinching your aching clit before he starts swirling it under the pads of experienced fingers. You start thrashing, cunt sucking so tightly he’s sure you’re hurting with the need to cum.
“Pleasepleaseplease oh god please!”
You shatter and his pride nearly bursts with you. Your cunt clenches, so pleased to cum around a thick alpha cock. You babble absolute nonsense, beg for his knot and a string of thanks yous and pleases and alpha alpha alpha dripping from your mouth into the wake of the pool.
The way your pussy squeezes him tells him you’ve been looking for this orgasm for hours, walls so swollen and pulsing. You must’ve been fucking yourself with useless toys since morning and finally got desperate enough to make a scene and get him to fuck you the way you needed.
“Poor thing,” he coos, watching your cream float to the surface of the water.
You’re totally mindless now as he continues to fuck you, body sloshing in the pool as he manhandles you to take what he wants.
“Don’t even know if you can handle a knot, kid. You’re too tight.”
That stirs you, makes you flatten your hands against the edge of the pool and push back to meet his rhythm. Over and over, you keep up with him, so fucking fraught to finally feel an alpha swell in your guts.
“Please don’t stop, please. Need to feel it, been in heat for d-days.”
“Oh omega, have you been fucking yourself silly with all the wrong toys, hm? Been stuffing yourself all alone in your room? Should’ve, ah, just asked me to come fix it.”
“You told me to stop b-bothering you…”
“You’ll annoy me when your sink’s leakin’ but not when your pussy is? So fucking stupid.”
Only he’s starting to go dumb at the wrap of your cunt around him. The beast in his belly is raging, alpha instincts boiling in the summer sun.
“C’mon, slut, milk my cock,” he pants and slams into you, lost in the way the water reflects around your curves and how your thighs are locked around his waist. He swears your body listens, some reflexive instinct that has your pussy clamping around his shaft until he can feel the veins of his cock squishing into your walls.
The orgasmic build starts rushing up his spine, inflating the base of his cock inch by inch.
“Holy shit, fuck~” you whimper at the first stretch of his knot. “Kat–Katsuki, ‘m so fucking full!”
Finally he bursts, knot bulging into your gumminess until you’re plugged with him. His cum spills into your tight channel, filling you whole.
Your sweet, stupid omega brain can barely comprehend the stretch. Another orgasm wrecks your body, has you falling face first into the pool. Katsuki scrambles to grab you, hoist you up and into his arms as you gasp and crest and cum all over him again.
He can’t help but chuckle, easily maneuvering his back to the pool’s edge. He lets you calm down in his hold, your head falling against his shoulder as you try to breathe.
“Get what you wanted, brat?”
Katsuki pats your bloated belly, making you squeal as he rubs the heel of his hand against his knot.
You nod dumbly, eyes closing to focus on the feel of him. He smirks realizing you’ll never forget him, your first knot. Omegas really are so emotional.
Yet he’s taunted by the stupid bikini bottoms still floating in the water, mocking just how easy it was for you to boil him down to his base instincts.
He’s too old for this shit. Especially as you start grinding down against his knot, cooing, reminding him you’ll be fucking him until your heat decides it’s done with him.
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