Their Omega

they see you in lingerie for the first time v.1

ua boys x gender-neutral reader⋆｡°✩ — implied smut, fluff, swearing, 680 words

pro heroes, villains

midoriya izuku

⭑.ᐟ he's blushing hard; whole face red asf, tops of his ears are red, chest, back of his neck, all red. his mouth is open slightly as he looks at you dumbly.

you laugh at him and he just shakes his head, nervously. you come over to him, swaying your hips. his complexion gets impossibly more red and he starts looking around. you pull his face back to look at you as you straddle him. his hands lightly rest on your hips whilst his eyes continue avoid yours like the plague.

you end up peppering his face with kisses and he starts rambling how hot his honeybear looks, looking down and then back up at you.

bakugou katsuki

⭑.ᐟ he's literally eye-fucking you with that shit-eating, possessive grin on his face as soon as you come out. he's got a slight blush in cheeks, palms beginning to sweat as he wipes them on his clothed thighs.

his obvious enjoyment of looking at you causes you blush hard and hide your face behind your hands as you laugh from embarrassment. when you put your hands down, he’s coming over to you.

you close the distance between you two reflexively and he grabs you by the waist, pulling you into a rough kiss, smirk still plastered across his face as he tells you how fucking sexy you are and how you’re all his between kisses.

I’m sure you know the reason behind why you wake up sore and sleep-deprived the next morning.

kirishima eijirou

⭑.ᐟ eyes racking up and down you, trying to take in if he’s seeing what he thinks he’s seeing. he's not even blushing; he’s used the lack of clothing you wear at home by now.

you do a little spin and he gives you that pointy smile you love so much. he leans back, running his hand through his spikey hair.

you stand right in front of him now and he’s leans forward now, hands starting at your outer thighs and running up to your waist. he pulls you down onto his lap so you straddle him now. he looks you up and down for a moment and then tells you that you look so good for him.

you two kiss… and do much more that night.

todoroki shoto

⭑.ᐟ he just stares at you, brows slightly raised, mouth ever-so-slightly open, betraying his surprise.

you giggle, happy that you’ve been able to surprise him. seeing you in such a good mood places a small smile on his face.

he doesn’t move until you’re close to him. he stretches his arms forward, hands capturing yours and guiding you to his lap. he smiles softly at you at you, groaning when you let go of his icy-hot hands and run your fingers through his hair. he tilts his head back slightly, enjoying the feeling. you begin leaving little kisses on his jaw and just below until his icy fingers are on your cheek, bringing your face to his and lips together.

you two lay down on the bed, making out for a while before moving into something even more slow, passionate, and intimate.

shinso hitoshi

⭑.ᐟ he has this lazy look in his eyes until you come out. and then suddenly, it’s like he’s been jolted back to life the moment he sees you.

he chuckles, voice slightly gruff, hand coming up to cover his mouth. with the other, he motions with his finger for you spin. and you do so, enjoying seeing that satisfied smile he gives you.

he stands up just before you get to him, hands stroking up and down your upper arms. “well, this is a surprise,” he raises his brow at you. you giggle in response, your hands finding his chest. he brings you into a sweet kiss, smirk still on his lips.

he asks you about the lingerie; when you bought it, if it’s comfortable, if you like it.

you end up going back into the wardrobe and taking it off, changing back into one of hitoshi’s shirts before you two return to the living room and watch a movie, cuddled up together on the couch. he says something about “enjoying you later”.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“i’m not done with you,” he grunts.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“katsu—”

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

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

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

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

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

why do y'all assume that virgins are innocent? as a fellow virgin... i know stuff. i clearly don't have experience with others but i know how it works. and like i'm pretty sure that virgins have done some wack sexual things by themselves cause they haven't done those things with anyone else... or is that just me?

i'm tired of all these fics with a virgin reader where the male lead is like "this is your clit and if i do this, then it feels good". yes, sir, i'm aware of what the CLITORIS is, where it is, and what it does. i'm not a child. you do know that i'm not a child, right?

idk that's what it's giving idk.

i need to write a fic now about "impure" virgin reader if you will x bakugou or some hottie. i hate the concept of purity i really do. and i hate this idea of virginity being "taken", specifically through penetrative sex.

you're not "taking" anything from me because i'm not an object. you can't have my virginity it's not yours.

virginity, in my opinion, is about a lack of sexual experience. it's going to look different for everyone. of course, once you've had sexual experiences then you're no longer a virgin and that's fine. like you don't need to be a virgin to be worthy of love from a man. and if a man cares about how many men you've slept with then he's not a man he's a piece of shit.

like if you're not a heterosexual, your first sexual experiences might not look like penetrative sex and that's okay. why is it that virgin sex fics focus so much on the act of penetration as the key divider between being a virgin and not? it's not that straightforward. and it doesn't matter that much, in my opinion (i'm clearly not religious).

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

(most of) 1-a pack dynamics

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

domestic setting, fluff, sexual implications at the end

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

always piling heaps of food on the omegas plates

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

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

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

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

any slightest disagreement between the alphas = brawl outside

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

the culprit walks away with that lopsided grin

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

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

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

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

kiri helps them distribute the snow cones to everyone

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

betas would be working overtime neutralising those pheromones

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

m.list

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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self-care day with the boys

denki, katsuki, kiri, shoto x fem!reader⋆｡°✩ — fluff, 2.1k words

kaminari denki

⭑.ᐟ it’s your day off, and your bf comes over to your place. you are exhausted from work lately, so you’re looking forward to spending the day with denki and relaxing.

you two try to bake a cake together. the kitchen looks like a bomb went off. a bomb of batter and flour. you’re both covered in it once you finally get the cookies in the oven.

after cleaning the kitchen up, denki convinces you to shower with him and wash all of the goop off of you two. you lather each other up in body wash. once you’ve rinsed it off, you two stand there and cuddle.

denki peppers your face with sweet kisses and tells you how beautiful you are. once you get out, denki wraps you in a fluffy towel before dashing off to your linen closet because you forgot to grab a second one.

after drying off, denki lets you tie his hair into pigtails and lather your favourite charcoal face mask onto his soft skin. he complains about how hard it is to talk with the clay mask on, the grey cracking around his mouth, eyes, and forehead creating wrinkles which you laugh at. he draws you back into his arms, bare bodies pressing together once more. he whispers into your ear what he’d like to do with you in such a vulnerable state. you can feel your face heating up beneath the clay.

you tell him off and rinse your face mask off. you then apply toner, serum, and moisturiser to both of your faces. denki sighs in relief feeling your delicate fingertips soothing the cream into his skin.

once you two get dressed (denki keeps a few shirts and shorts at your place for situations like this), you check on the cookies. entering the kitchen, you can smell the stink of burnt sugar.

denki turns off the oven, grabs the mitts and pulls the door down, revealing completely charred cookies. you two laugh and you playfully slap denki, scolding him lightly for taking forever to apply his face mask because he wouldn’t shut up. denki ends up trying one but immediately coughs it up and spits it into the bin. you heat instant ramen instead and have that for lunch.

afterwards, you two sit on the floor on opposite sides of the coffee table. denki lets you paint his nails black as you rant about work drama.

“what a bitch,” he gasps.

“i know right,” you say as you look up at him. he’s focused on your hand painting the glistening polish onto his nails.

you blow on his nails after you’ve finished and tell him not to touch anything (he knows the drill).

that night, you two cuddle up next to each other on the couch as you play animal crossing.

bakugou katsuki

⭑.ᐟ you’ve been super stressed out by work lately. you just finished getting dressed and were about to start on your makeup when you get a text message from your boss. he asks if you are okay since your bf had called in sick for you. you immediately text katsuki, asking him what the fuck was up.

you: suki

you: why did you call in sick for me?

suki pooki: cause your work sucks balls

suki pooki: i’ll be over in ten

and he was. he came barreling through your door. you meet him with a stern look, your hands on your hips. seeing your mood, he rolls his eyes and pulls you into a hug, rubbing your back and kissing your forehead. he tells you that today, he’ll be pampering you since you need a rest.

he tells you to get out of that hideous uniform as he starts to raid your kitchen, whipping out ingredients for the fire breakfast he’s about to make you. you protest at first, but quickly let him take care of you. you know how determined he can be once he sets his mind on something.

katsuki makes you the most yummy breakfast that you both enjoy together. afterwards, you two cuddle on the couch and watch the next episode of the series you recently started together. katsuki then carries you off your bed and tells you to strip. you look up at him in confusion but he just gives you that sharp, cocky grin. he leaves and you do as he says, already bare under the covers when he returns holding a bottle of body oil.

you stare at him even more bewildered until he tells you that he’s going to give you a full body massage. the tension in your muscles instantly dissipates as you let him coax you out from under most of the blankets.

he gives you the most relaxing massage. the scent of coconut is divine and the sensation of his hands pressing into your skin takes you to heaven. at first, he checks in with you to make sure that the pressure is okay, which of course, it is since he was being gentle with you. now, you’re about to fall asleep when he grumbles.

it makes you laugh and you stretch, your fists opening and closing towards him in grabby motions. he lets you wrap your arms around his neck and you pull his body onto yours. the oil seeps into his clothes and he groans, trying to push you off. but you won’t move.

you two cuddle in your bed, katsuki asking you every few minutes if you’ve fallen asleep to which you mumble that you haven’t.

the rest of the day goes by in a blur of katsuki’s gourmet cooking skills, his grumbles, and his cuddles.

kirishima eijiro

⭑.ᐟ kiri knows that you’re exhausted because of a major project due at work. the day after it’s finished, you call him in the morning and tell him that you’ve got the day off from work.

within the next half an hour, kiri is at your doorstep, telling you to grab your gym bag and put your activewear on cause you’re going to the gym. you groan but oblige, throwing on a baggy gym fit (baggy gym fit superiority, am i right?) and trudging out of your apartment with his arm around your shoulders.

he works you hard, motivating you every rep to keep pushing and going harder, perfecting that form every time. afterwards, you two walk to a nearby café and get some breakfast.

you two sit outside, enjoying the beautiful weather as you munch on your brekkie. kiri listens as you rant about how stressful work has been lately, especially since your colleagues weren’t cooperating with you. but it was all over now, and that’s what mattered. he reassured you that you did the best job you could of given the circumstances.

“you’re so strong, baby. makes me so proud to see how well you did,” he says as he wipes your lips with a napkin. you giggle and nod, taking a moment to appreciate your bf.

in your sweaty gym gear, you two walk back to the car. but instead of taking you home (which you thought he was doing), he drives you to the aquarium. you scold him for not letting you get changed first. he apologises and pulls you into a warm hug, kissing you on the cheek. he holds you the entire time that you’re at the aquarium, first holding your hand and then your waist when your palms become sweaty. he takes candid photos of you gawking at the ginormous string rays, chuckling to himself about how cute his girlfriend is. you point to one of the sharks and tell him that it’s him and he laughs, pulling you close.

afterwards, he finally takes you back to your place and you two shower together. kiri kisses almost every inch of your body after rinsing the suds off of you, worshipping his gf’s divine body. your hands tangle in his hair, feeling his lips all over you.

he finally stands up and wraps his arms around your waist, pulling you into his chest. you ask him if you can return the favour. he shakes his head and gives you a deep kiss, saying on your lips something about this being your day.

once you get out of the shower, kiri dries you off and lathers moisturiser into your skin, placing kisses on any part of your body that he can reach.

you then curl up on the couch and cuddle, kiri doting on you and satisfying your every need until you fall asleep in his arms.

todoroki shoto

⭑.ᐟ it’s the weekend and you wake up to your phone ringing. you pick it up groggily. your bf’s voice hums in your ear, asking you what your plans are for the day. you groan as you tell him that you just woke up.

he’s quiet for a few moments before telling you that he is going to pick you up in an hour. you hum in response, rubbing your eyes and muttering an ‘i love you’. shoto returns your sentiment and ends the call. you get up and brush your teeth, opting for a comfy outfit.

in an hour, shoto is knocking on your door. he’s holding the most beautiful bouquet of your favourite flowers and tells you that they’re for you. you smile, tears gathering in your eyes as you take them from him and dash off to grab a vase.

once you put the flowers in a vase and set them on your dining table, you run over to him and give him the biggest cuddle. he returns your hug hesitantly (this touch-starved boy😭), his hands light on your back. you pull back and thank him, blinking back your tears. it’s been such a hard week at work and for him to surprise you like this meant everything to you.

shoto tells you not to hold back as he draws you back into his arms, this time with more confidence. for the next little while, you and shoto cuddle on the couch as you cry. his thumbs caress the delicate skin beneath your eyes, wiping away your tears. he gives you a small smile and tells you that you are one of the strongest people he knows.

after you’ve calmed down, shoto suggests getting some food to help cheer you up. you nod and you two head to the mall together. you sit down at one of the cafés and get tea and a pastry. the flavour explodes over your tongue, so sweet and the pastry is so crisp.

you look up and see cream on the tip of shoto’s nose from his cream puff. giggling, you wipe it off his nose with the tip of your finger. but before you can draw your hand back, he grabs your wrist and licks your finger. the gesture has you blushing hard.

once you finish your pastries, you two walk around the mall together. you head into many different stores, shoto by your side the entire time. he holds any clothes you grab to try on and even waits outside the fitting room for you as you get changed. he usually tells you that the clothes look “nice” or “good” but, when you come out in something that he really likes, he freezes up. he can’t stop staring at you.

“shoto,” you call. he’s been looking at the dress you have on for the last minute in complete silence. “do you like it?” you ask. he gulps, adams apple bobbing. he opens his mouth, but no sound comes out. you cross your arms under your chest, wondering if you look so hideous that he’s been rendered speechless.

you sigh, “is it that bad?” at your words, shoto shakes his head vigorously.

“no!” he says enthusiastically, surprising you. “no, it looks—” he pauses, trying to find the right words. he mumbles, “you look very pretty.” his words have you giggling and blushing an instant.

you motion with your finger for him to come over to you, and he does. you shut the fitting room door behind him and give him a gentle kiss, surprising your poor boyfriend who watches you peck his lips with wide eyes and a stiff body. you pull away, trying to contain your laughter. he pulls you back in and captures your lips in another kiss. this one is far more passionate.

shoto buys you whatever you want with his dad’s credit card. he carries your bags around as you shop. by the end of the day, you go home with far too many bags.

you used to be very shy about shoto spending all of this money on you, but you know that he wants to. you know that even if you broke up tomorrow, he wouldn’t regret any of it because that’s how much he loves you.

y'all, should i change the look of my blog? my fingers are itching rn.

options:

visual ⟶ more headers for my posts and graphics, cute borders (like the ones with the bows n stuff idk how to make them but i'll figure it out🤷‍♀️)

colourful but simple ⟶ more gradient text, colour-coded hcs for characters and their names and dialogue like:

bf!katsuki is cute or whatever and says, "you're such a fuckin' brat, you know that right?"

maybe not this colour maybe like a solid colour but you get the jist. also more indents like above

cosmic ⟶ my name is star so maybe i should do like a star/celestial-themed page. like silver glitter and star borders, that 𝐜𝐨𝐨𝐥 𝐛𝐨𝐥𝐝 𝐟𝐨𝐧𝐭.

if you have any other ideas, especially colours like if you like the current blue and a bit of yellow or if you think something else would look better, send them to me in my inbox🤭

you text them that you're in heat pt.2

alpha! aizawa, keigo, shinso, tenya x omega!fem!reader⋆｡°✩ — swearing, suggestive

pt.1

their omega

જ⁀➴ chapter ten: birthday boy

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

m.list

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

fic underneath smau

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Please—”

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

“Yum!” He exclaims.

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

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

“Not my choice, baby,” you say.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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nom nom nom this ate so trucking hard please say it louder katsuki for the people in the back

a/n. once again, i have been inspired by a random instagram reel. i didn't even watch it, really—i just saw the keyword and was immediately spurred into writing this. enjoy <3 (0.9k)

you feel his gaze on you before you even think of meeting it.

“what,” you state more than ask when he doesn’t let up after a minute, not bothering to look up from the book you’re reading.

a scoff resounds from his direction. then: “too lazy to even move your shitty eyes?”

“don’t have to,” you retort as you finally close the paperback, shifting in your bed to regard him. “you’re boring holes into my face with all that staring.”

from where he’s seated at your dining table, bakugou grumbles, although he doesn’t deny the allegations. your face softens when you realize belatedly that he’s being awfully quiet—a jarring juxtaposition to his usual brashness.

something’s up.

but you know better than to pry it from him.

you mentally sigh. the roundabout way it is.

“what, am i extra pretty today?” you joke out of your ass, and that catches him off guard because he chokes on his own spit. that wasn’t part of the plan but you can’t help it—you laugh as he coughs his lungs out, somehow managing to throw in a curse or two in between rasps.

“shitty fucking—” he hacks some more, and when he finally recovers: “i don’t know why i fucking put up with you.”

you shrug, not at all hurt by the otherwise scathing statement. he’s said that to you too many times to count and yet, he’s still here. hanging out with you in your apartment on a friday night, no less.

you don’t point out any of that, though, confident that said knowledge is true enough for the both of you to leave it unspoken. so instead, you continue down the jesting route. “you wouldn’t know how to talk to girls without me, that’s why.”

“fuck off,” he tosses without missing a beat. “i can get the fuck by without your shitty ass guidance.”

that makes you grin, because no, he definitely can’t. how can he when he refuses to do the very first step? as in, choose a girl to talk to?

you know, someone who isn’t you.

his reluctant (best) friend.

and as if he read your mind, he shoots you a pointed look. “and i told you,” he hisses, “you use up all my fuckin’ tolerance. can’t have another girl around because you drive me crazy enough.”

“thanks, kats. i love you, too.”

“whatever,” he answers petulantly as he looks away, although you catch wind of the faint tinge of pink spreading across his cheeks like it always does when you shower him with affection—to his chagrin.

“so…” you start when neither of you says anything for a moment, “am i extra pretty today? or do you wanna share, i don’t know, something.”

“if i spit it out, will you fucking stop badgering me about how you look? you haven’t even showered today, for fuck’s sake.”

a pillow is flung across the room before you can think against it.

“wha—” he gets out instinctively before dodging it with ease. you roll your eyes as he flashes you a victorious smirk. of course. of all the jobs he could have in the world, he had to be a pro-hero and have the signature pro-hero reflexes.

his countenance then morphs as he stares at you expectantly, waiting for an answer, and you have to bite back the fuck you that’s dangling at the tip of your tongue. instead, you give him a curt nod, feigning nonchalance to further coax him into spilling whatever’s in his mind.

“go on,” you press when he doesn’t follow it up immediately after.

“i’m getting to it, alright? jesus.”

a pause.

then, another.

and when you’re finally convinced he’s just playing with you and won’t reveal whatever secret he’s got hidden behind the vault he calls his lips, he says it.

“i’m getting a vasectomy.”

you blink at him.

that was not what you were expecting.

“wh—what?”

you can only watch him in utter bewilderment as he flushes, covering up his fluster with a glare. “you heard me.”

“but, kats,” you begin, not knowing how to say the next bit, “…you’re a virgin. and you’ve never been with anyone romantically.”

the pink from earlier instantly deepens into a scarlet. “so what, hah? you’re the one to talk!”

“no, no,” you manage to respond, slowly shaking your head. you have no idea what’s happening. “that wasn’t meant to be a roast. like, at all. it’s just…why?”

bakugou doesn’t answer right away, instead choosing to press his lips into a thin line.

“you said it yourself, didn’t you?” he says after a while, voice uncharacteristically hushed, as if he doesn’t want you to hear him. you lean in ever so minutely, straining to listen from a few feet away.

“said wait?” you ask, matching the stillness of his tone.

“that birth control fucks you up.”

at that, you barely manage to school your shock into a neutral expression, although it’s definitely your heart that’s suddenly hammering wildly against your chest at his admission. you open your mouth to say something, but nothing comes out. his gaze is dizzyingly penetrating as you struggle to get your words out, until you finally manage a warbled “y-yeah.”

he probably meant that birth control fucks you—women—up, and not you you.

yeah, that’s definitely it.

with this new strand of knowledge, you’re able to muster a genuine smile his way. “that’s very thoughtful of you, kats.”

and just because you like to be sure of things, you throw in the next thing for good measure.

“she’ll be very lucky to have you.”

silence.

“hah?!”

(the keyword was vasectomy lol) (petition for more birth control methods for men)

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