#Shoto x reader

[sugarwarachan]

thinking about shouto todoroki and his raging breeding kink. this man is desperate to give his own children the childhood he always wanted, and it’s made even worse when he sees you interact with his siblings’ kids. you’re so naturally at ease with them that he can’t help his mind wandering to a family of his own, one he’s created with you—a toddler asleep against his neck, another one swelling in your belly. literally feels his whole body flash hot, has to grind his teeth together to keep his composure so he doesn’t bend you over the couch. silent the entire drive home, hand clamped possessively on your thigh. pins you up against the door the second you’re inside, hands hot and firm on your hips, “I wanna start trying, love, can we? need to see you full of my baby.” makes you cum on his fingers and tongue, praising you, “my gorgeous fucking girl, you can cum for me again, can’t you? let me make you feel good, darling, the least I can do as the father of our child, right?” has you begging and dripping before he slides his cock inside you. babbling out nonsense, can barely think around the driving feral need to have you full of him. presses down on your lower belly where he can feel his cock kissing your cervix. “keeping you on my cock until you’re pregnant, understand sweetheart? need everyone to take one look at you and know you’re fucking mine.” cradles you in his arms afterward, kissing your forehead and musing about baby names

excuse me being disgusting the spirit possessed me this evening

[yukioos]

shoto is such a loser back in season 2-3, like bro… he’d be the type to feel so lost when he upset his s/o and would question himself LMAOAOAOAOAOOA

shoto is clueless when you are upset in your relationship

ever since mina pointed out something odd about shoto, you’ve been thinking about him and your relationship differently. during a late-night sleepover with her, she asked about how the two of you were doing romantically, concerned about something. eventually, after you said you and shoto were doing okay, she noticed how he never seemed to compliment you, and how he would rarely look at you when you were showing even a little bit of skin.

so you began to show more skin to see if mina was right, wearing clothes with less coverage on weekends whenever you went out. of course, the girl was right. shoto would always avert his gaze, sometimes not even sparing you a glance as he was talking to you.

did he not like your body? did he think you were trying to gain attention from other men? it was eating up at you, maybe he didn’t love you anymore.

on the other hand, when shoto saw you became more distant, he was confused. he asked a few of the guys in your class why you may be acting this way, but never received answers, as he didn’t believe he was doing anything wrong. however, he knew the only ‘romantic relationship’ he saw was with his parents, and they were not good models. maybe he was doing something wrong and he didn’t realize it.

so when you walked up to him one day in jeans shorts and a tank top, as it was a summer day, he as usual looked away. you needed to confront him. why could he never keep eye contact or even look at you?

you asked, “can we talk?” and fidgeted slightly with your hands.

he nodded and led you to his room, then sat down on his bed. he asked, “what do you need to talk about?”

you paused for a moment, your heart dropped, nervous to ask him about what was on your mind, “do you think i’m ugly? or is something wrong with my body?”

his eyes still weren’t on yours. it was as if he tried to look anywhere besides you. he shook his head, then questioned, “why do you think that?”

“you never look at me or give me compliments. whenever i wear more revealing clothes, you look everywhere and at anyone but me. i just don’t know why you would be with me if you don’t think i look good.” you shyly spoke, your leg anxiously bounced.

he stared at the ground for a second before speaking, “i do think you look good, y/n.”

“then why do you never look at me or compliment me?”

shoto shrugged, “i thought girls don’t like being stared at because it makes them feel uncomfortable. i’ve heard stories that when men ogle at them or give them compliments on the streets, they feel gross and bad about themselves.” he paused, “i don’t want to be like mineta.”

you also paused momentarily, eyes widened as you placed a hand on his back. you rubbed it up and down and finally smiled. he was freaking out about nothing, and so were you.

“sho, it’s different because you’re my boyfriend. you’re allowed to give me compliments and look at me even when i’m wearing something like this,” you referenced to your outfit, a tank top and jean shorts, “you’re not being weird, and you’re not like mineta. i would be freaked out if a random man started commenting on my revealing outfits or stared at me scarily, but not you. it’s different with you.”

he stood silent, still a bit afraid to keep his eyes on you. you brought your hand up to his soft cheek and rubbed it with your thumb, bringing yourself closer to his face. you mumbled, “can you look at me?”

shoto slowly turned his head toward you and still attempted to focus on only your eyes, your face. you smiled at his gentleness, how nervous he was to look at you. you slowly leaned into him, and he did the same, closing his eyes as you pressed your lips together.

you missed his soft, sweet lips for so long. it’d most likely been weeks since the two of you had kissed or even held hands. you slickly climbed into his lap and placed your hands on his broad shoulders, and he hesitantly placed his hands on your back, trying to not let them slip.

once the two of you pulled away, shoto’s breath was heavier, and he could now look at you. his hands still lay on your back, and you mumbled, “there’s my boy,” causing him to blush.

you ran your hands through his hair and spoke, “don’t feel ashamed to look at me, sho.”

he nodded, “is it okay if i compliment you?”

you chuckled and nodded as well, and he paused, then mumbled, “i like how you look in that tank top.” he stared down at it, messing around with the material, still trying to avoid looking at your chest area. you giggled and thanked him.

he was trying so hard to be respectful.

hope you guys like this one! i really agree with what you said though, he would be confused about so many things in your relationship because he’s inexperienced

[bumlyn]

may this love fuck me 🙏

thinking about a beach vacation with shouto.

he is distractingly handsome in his well-fitting board shorts, and even more so when he shucks his shirt and wants you to put his sunscreen on him yourself. then he promptly falls asleep in the sun, only rousing when you nudge him to rotate so he doesn't burn too badly on one side. he's unbearably beautiful, all that taught muscle stretched out in the sunlight, long lashes fanning the tops of his cheeks, his breath coming as slow and steady as the waves.

he wakes long enough to decimate all your beach snacks and let you reapply his sunscreen, before following you into the water and floating contentedly next to you. he falls back asleep on the towels when you come back in, his wet skin glittering in the sun, droplets sliding enticingly into the divots of his adonis belt before evaporating in the heat. you're ostensibly reading, but you keep getting distracted by the sight of him, marveling at how one person could be so lovely.

he helps you pack up when it's time to go back up to the hotel, his long fingers gently brushing sand from your skin. when you want to shower off the sand he follows you in and fucks you against the cool tile, kissing you slow and sweet beneath the shower spray. he takes you again when you insist on applying aloe, groaning under your hands and hitching you up over his waist.

you manage to leave the room just long enough to scrounge up a meal, but you're unwrapped and pressed down into the mattress as soon as you're back through the door again. shouto's skin is hot, almost feverish, and yours is too with the beginnings of a sunburn despite your best efforts, and it's a searing contrast against the cool of your room's air conditioning. shouto tastes fruity, like the drink he had at dinner, and he makes your head spin exactly like a cocktail himself.

you're slick with sweat by the time he's done with you, shivering as it cools against your skin and you think you should shower again. but shouto pins you against him with a strong arm over your waist, and falls asleep with his face tucked into the crook of your neck. you can't bear to disturb him, then, and the heat of him against you lulls you to sleep too.

[ohlawdthevoices]

HIII!! i just discovered your blog recently and I absolutely love your writing style 🫶🏻🫶🏻i was hoping we could get a bnha fic where the reader shaved her head a couple months ago because of hair damage and they feel self conscious about it?

If you can't its totally fine but Id be SO happy if you could

Byeee!!

Hiii !! tsym for your request i think this would be so cute so i tried my best ! :]

tags : bakugo , shoto, kirishima x reader (separately), fluff and comfort !

Bakugo notices the second you start acting different. you’re quieter, ducking your head more, tugging at your hoodie like it can hide you. and yeah, he might not be the most delicate guy in the world, but he’s not stupid.

“you been actin’ weird since the haircut,” he finally mutters one night, eyes flicking to you across the couch. you try to brush it off, say it’s nothing, big mistake. cue the aggressive affection.

next thing you know, he’s calling you “gorgeous” in the most pissed-off tone possible. glaring at you like it’s your fault he’s so in love. “I don’t care what your hair looks like. you think I’m with you ‘cause of that? tch dumbass.”

he’s not always good with soft stuff, but every now and then, when you’re half-asleep on his chest, he’ll grumble something like, “y’know, I actually like it,i can see your face better now s’cute.”

Shoto doesn’t say much when you first show up with your head shaved just tilts his head slightly, takes you in like a painting he’s trying to understand, and goes, “you look different. I like it.”

simple. honest. no fluff, no faking.

but he notices. the way your fingers linger on hats or how you suddenly start avoiding taking pics sometimes. he’s quiet, but not oblivious.

so he starts saying things. not often, and not loud, but always when it counts. like brushing your hair used to be a part of his routine with you, and now he just places his hand gently on the back of your head instead, thumb stroking soft circles.

“you’re beautiful,” he says one night, eyes fixed on yours while the glow of your phone screen lights the room. “you know that, right?” you try to deflect with a joke—he doesn’t laugh. just leans in and kisses your forehead like that’s enough to silence every thought in your head.

when you tell him you feel less than, he stares at you for a long second, then says, “you could shave it again tomorrow, or dye it green, or never grow it back at all. I’d still look at you the same.” there was a small silence as you could see him clearly thinking about something “okay maybe don’t do green…i don’t wanna feel like im kissing midoriya.”

Kirishima’s the type to be all “woah, that’s hot!” when he first sees your shaved head. his eyes light up, like you’ve just done the most badass thing in the world. he’s so hype about it, you almost forget why you’re self-conscious in the first place. almost.

but then he notices the way you start covering up more, or how you look away when he’s complimenting you, and he realizes—something’s up.

he’s not gonna let you slip under the radar, though. “hey, come on, you’re still the most awesome person I know,” he’ll say, making sure to keep his voice upbeat. “you’re literally the definition of sexy, so if anyone’s staring at you, they’re just jealous!”

and yea he’ll keep throwing in compliments like, “looking sharp as hell, babe,” and “can’t believe I’m dating someone as cool as you.” but when it seems like you’re still struggling, he gets a thoughtful look on his face.

the next day, you’re sitting on the couch, and Kirishima casually walks in with a freshly shaved head. “I thought I should join you,” he says with that signature grin. “we’re both gonna be rocking the bald look together.” he pats his head and laughs. “what’s the point of being the toughest guy around if you don’t support your partner?”

[heartz-for-de]

OKAY!! so usually I only write requests but this so like rotting in my brain. I wanted to write Kiri for this but I couldn’t think of a reason any body would ever break up with him lmao

Imagine!! You and katsuki break up, Let’s js say the two of you broke up because of frequent arguments and js like stupid immaturity on both parties. It was a heat of the moment argument and neither of you wanted that outcome but you were both too prideful to face each-other.

BUT one day while they are just chilling in the dorms, you bust in, and you’re standing there just staring at katsuki.

“I’m never ever going to love anybody the way I love you.” You blurted out. The whole room is frozen, especially Katsuki. His friends snap their heads towards Katsuki, awaiting his answer.

Then all the sudden your friend comes running in, “AH! sorry guys! Some little kid hit her with their truth quirk!” She quickly apologized for your intrusion and then tried to drag you off, but you stood very still.

“I’d follow you blindly, even if you were blind aswell. I’d let you drag me down that pit with you.” You stammered out, it seemed as if you were trying to hold it back. Your friend nearly let out a sob as you spoke, you were going to kill her when this wore off.

“Wow. That’s some poetic shit—“ Denki tried to add before Katsuki spoke up.

“Shut the fuck up, fuck face.” He grumbled at Denki.

He then looked back at you and your friend hopelessly trying to drag you away. To save you from the embarrassment of when the quirk wore off.

I’m getting to into this lolol but idk like js was thinking abt this. Also this thought came to me while I was listening to “I’d have to think abt it” by leith ross <3 great song but it makes me want to gauge my heart out! Lmk if I should write this as a whole fic:)))) ANDDD lmk if I should write it with a diff character :^

[heartsforkatsuki]

lucky ｡°✩ s. todoroki

pov ; sleepy , cozy mornings with your boyfriend.

implied fem!reader, reader called ‘princess and girlfriend’

it was around 8am, the sun just shining through the thin curtains and blinds, though you were still deep into sleep.

that was, until your boyfriend woke you up by stroking your cheek one too many times.

your eyes fluttered open slowly as you yawned, “sho?”

you were met with your favorite, warm smile and mismatched eyes. shoto was laying right next to you, one hand cupping your cheek, staring at you in admiration.

“ah.. did i wake you? i’m sorry.” he said, tucking a stray strand of hair behind your ear.

“yes.. but it’s fine. what’s wrong though? ” you responded, smiling.

“no no, nothing.. i didn’t mean to wake you. you just look.. so peaceful when you’re asleep.” he said, with the most serious, yet loving face ever.

every little moment like this really made you realize just how lucky you are.

“i’m so lucky. i don’t know how we ended up here.”

“no, i’m the luckiest man in the world to have ended up with the best girlfriend ever.” he pressed a kiss to your forehead. “we ended up here because i fell in love with you at first sight.”

“it must be my irresistible charms!” you batted your lashes.

“it just might be, princess.” he chuckled, and moved you closer to hug you to his chest.

“i love you. so much, and i don’t know where i’d be without you, y/n.” he murmured against your head.

“i love you too, sho.” you smiled softly, nuzzling into his chest.

you guys spent another hour in bed, too cozy to even consider getting up anytime soon. shoto spent the morning kissing all over your face, neck, and body, making you feel just as pretty as he said you were.

as he stroked your hair, you couldn’t help but tell him your exact thoughts.

“i could stay here forever,” you sighed.

he kissed your scalp, “i’ll take today off.”

and stay there for seemingly forever, you did. shoto got up briefly to make you both tea, which you guys drank right before settling back into bed.

“i really am the luckiest guy ever.”

@heartsforkatsuki all rights reserved. do not cross-post, translate, copy in any way, etc. (without contacting me first.)

[socialobligation]

i beg pls do a shoto x reader smau just like cutesie things and theyre already dating i need it for my daily serotonin intake ^^ like where he just does the most boyfriend things without noticing...

w2e, the marias, beabadoobee, laufey typa romance i beg 🙏

everything he does | s. todoroki

in which loving you comes naturally to him—even if he rarely says it out loud

[canesugarinmytea]

Thinking about taking Shoto to the gardening center. You keep handing him things then taking them away, rearranging as you internally debate what you want and what you don’t want, and each time he uselessly wipes his damp hands on his pants, sighing quietly when you place another container into his hands a second later. You ask him if you should start garlic or onion and he’s confused because he thought every plant just used seeds. He pouts pissily the whole time you tease him about being a princess over slightly dirty hands and the misting system he follows you under with a heart full of regret. No one talks about how HE’S the one who really advocated for a garden in the first place. He wanted to eat breakfast with you in the garden, like a romantic, he’s raw husband material. But he usually gets over himself quite quickly when you clasp your hands and coo over some flowers, or kiss his cheek gratefully in the check out line.

[lokissweater]

miss pretty

{single dad!katsuki bakugo x kindergarten teacher f!reader}

summary: katsuki bakugo has never liked mess and always made sure his son and his life reflected just that. with years worth of a sparkling clean and organized home, toys put away and not once scattered about, and a barking knack over any calls of disorder in his life— meeting you, his sons sweet and sugary kindergarten teacher who was the definition of pure and who was for some reason turning his fiery heart into complete goo— was altering his boring strict cycles of no messes around… and for the better.

warnings: cursing, FLUFFF GALORE MY GAWD??, no smut but a lil steamy something, slight angst, afab!reader, katsuki thinks you are an ANGEL, sunshine x grumpy trope, mentions of abandonment, WHOLESOME AFFF, use of y/n, all characters are aged up.

word count: 11.4k

authors note: THIS MAKES ME WANT TO BE A MOTHERRRRR omg this one is sickeningly sweet and i’ve gotten a few requests to do sunshine x grumpy with sir katsuki and i WAS ALLL OVERRR ITTT i hope i fulfilled!!! <333 THANK YOU THANK YOU AS ALWAYS FOR ALL OF YOU BEING SOOO SWEETT TO MEEE I LOVE YOUUUU MWAAAHHH :] <33333

katsuki bakugo hated messes.

“oi!” he grunted, his son’s little head turning to look at him as he munched on his gummy fruit snacks from the backseat. “you better not leave that wrapper in here. take it outside with you when i drop you off.”

“kaaayyy!” his son dragged out happily, completely unphased by his dads snappy personality as he contemplated on which color fruit gummy to eat next.

“and wash your hands too. ask your teacher.”

“mhm!” he chirped.

“and don’t be a brat. pay attention.”

“yup yup!”

and for the most part, his life reflected that almost entirely— raising his son to always clean up after himself and not make bombastic huge messes around the house, begrudgingly understanding that he’s a small growing human, that a little spill of apple juice or two is basically guaranteed… but he just hated mess, and he’ll be damned if he doesn’t raise his son right to be a clean and organized man even at five years old— katsuki keeping everything in his life practically spotless.

that was of course, until he met you.

katsuki shoved through the other parents in line as he went up to the front desk in the main office with a grip on his sons little hand, not giving a damn about the glares and huffs of bewilderment he got as there was no way in hell he was gonna wait like an idiot with the rest of them.

the lady at the front desk raised a quizzical eyebrow.

“can i help—”

“where the fuck is room twenty four.”

her eyes bulged open as the rest of the parents in line softly gasped and murmured.

“e—excuse me?—”

he rolled his eyes.

“room twenty four.” he pushed. “where is it?”

“sir— if you need me to help you i’d like you to wait in line until—”

“hah?! absolutely not.” he spat. “if i wait in that fucking line my son’s gonna be late why can’t you just tell me—”

“uh sir if you could—”

katsuki’s son giggled as he continued to spout profanities at the poor front desk lady.

“—sir please no foul language there are children around—”

“i don’t give a shit! just tell me where room twenty four is what the hell is so hard about that?!—”

“oh! that’s my class!”

katsuki snapped his head over, fiery red eyes shooting towards the voice until they landed on yours.

“is he one of my kids?” you smiled sweetly, eyes coming down to look at his son.

“oh—” he let his shoulders relax just a tad as he watched you fix the strap of his sons backpack on his shoulder. “i mean— if your class is twenty four—“

“it is!” you beamed, nudging your head. “i’ll show you where!”

“hiii miiiissss!” his son greeted, happy and silly as he followed you down the hall.

“hi honey!” you gushed, just as excited as he was as you patted over his blonde scruffy hair. “what’s your name?”

“milo!”

“nice to meet you milo! are you excited for your first day?”

“yeaaahh!” he cheered, smile bright as he grabbed your hand.

katsuki’s eyes widened.

“milo!” he snapped lowly. “what’d i tell ya? you can’t grab her hand like that you have to ask—”

“oh it’s alright!” you dismissed, smiling. “i don’t mind it at all! the other kids do it too.”

milo snickered and stuck his little tongue out at his dad, and katsuki rolled his eyes.

“is he yours?” you asked kindly, tilting your head.

“who else would he be…” he grumbled.

“i guess you’re right!” you giggled. “he looks just like you.”

katsuki’s eyes flickered to yours before dropping back down, a permanent furrow in his brows as you all rounded the corner.

“here we are—”

“ooo! ooo!” milo hopped up and down. “miss you have race cars?! dad can i please go?!”

he looked over, a mountain of toys scattered about in the classrooms play area, little kids already making a damn mess and the school day hadn’t even officially started yet.

“the hell you asking me for? ask your tea—”

“miss miss can i please go play with the race cars?!—”

“of course my love! go! go have fun.” you smiled, gently ushering him on before milo zoomed over to the play area and crouched down with the rest of the kids.

“oi!” katsuki barked. “put them away when you’re done!”

he huffed under his breath as he watched his son give him a thumbs up and fucking dump the entire bucket of race cars down on the ‘abc’ play rug, taking one in each hand and dragging them across floor.

“he’s so cuteee.” you grinned. “i’m glad he’s not afraid being it’s his first day.”

“oh fuck no.” he mumbled. “milo doesn’t care. the little runt doesn’t have a filter and does whatever the hell he wants without askin’ sometimes.”

he leaned against the doorsill as he watched milo converse with another kid and share a car, satisfaction in his chest that his son was sharing and being nice.

“but i guess he gets that from me.” he finished off.

you nodded. “but that’s a good thing, isn’t it?”

he pursed his lips.

“in my experience, not really.”

you hummed.

“i think it’s definitely a good thing… i’d rather be assertive of things and not be afraid of what the consequences will be.”

katsuki looked at you, properly this time.

“what’s a kindergarten teacher afraid of?”

you shrugged, a slow playful grin spreading across your face.

“parents.”

he snorted, crossing his arms over his chest and you quickly had to look away, a pink buzz to your cheeks at the way his big built arms flexed.

inappropriate inappropriate inappropriate—

“i don’t know how you do it..” he spoke lowly.

“do what?”

“take care of little shits all day.”

you laughed loudly, reeling over a bit as he watched you out of the corner of his eye.

“i don’t take care of them! i teach them.” you quipped cutely. “they’re small, but this is when their brains drink up the most knowledge… and i love to see the progress from the beginning of the year compared to the end! i love it all really.”

pure.

katsuki curtly nodded, your sweet positive ambiance throwing him completely off, as he doesn’t think he’s ever met or surrounded himself around someone who’s directly emmitted the feeling of sunshine and rainbows and candy as much as you did.

and his cheeks flared up for some reason.

“oh!” you looked to the time on your little wrist watch and walked inside your classroom. “it’s almost time to start! i have to wrangle them all in their seats heh!”

katsuki swallowed and nodded.

“milo!”

he turned and upon seeing his dad wave him over, milo dropped his toys and bounded to him.

“don’t give her a hard time alright?” he spoke sternly, nudging his head over at you for emphasis. “listen. listen and learn and be the best one in there.”

“kaaayyy!”

“and you let me know if any of the other kids mess with you or you deal with it yourself. you already know how—”

“beat the crap out of them!” he cheered loudly and katsuki’s hand flew to clasp over his sons mouth before his frantic eyes looked at you.

the last thing he needed was someone to call up fucking child protective services on him.

“he’s joking! he’s joking… fuck.”

you giggled hard and clutched your stomach, your pretty smile sending katsuki for a loop.

“no you’re absolutely right!” you waved your hands in front of your face, reassuring. “treat others the way you want to be treated, so if someone’s being mean to you, bite back milo, okay? and also let me know first though!”

katsuki gave you a wobbly tiny smile amidst his branded serious face, looking at his son then and ruffling up his hair.

“okay, go.” milo ran off. “and don’t let me pick you up with dirt all over your clothes ya hear me?!”

“byeee daaaddd!”

you could tell that behind his harsh exterior— the slight purse of his lips, stiff frame and bouncing leg gave away that he was only worried about his kid and his first day of school, a sight you’ve seen time and time again since you started working as a kindergarten teacher, and one that never failed to warm your heart.

“don’t worry!” you sweetly smiled, and katsuki switched his gaze over to yours. “i’ll watch him especially… okay? to ease the nerves.”

he softly snorted, attempting to play it off but internally relieved as he pushed himself off the doorsill and nodded, thankful that the teacher milo got was as kind as you.

“um…” he mumbled. “katsuki.”

you tilted your head. “katsuki?”

“it’s my name idiot.”

“oh!” you giggled, a blush rising in your cheeks again as you tried to simmer it down. “nice to meet you katsuki! i’ll see you after school then with milo?”

he stiffly nodded, the way his name sounded so sugary off your tongue something he’d never heard before in his life or was used to at all.

“…ya gonna tell me yours or what?”

“sorry!” you sputtered, laughing nervously. “sorry it just— flew! you know—”

you stuck your hand out and offered it to him.

“y/n!”

katsuki untangled his arms and firmly shook it, grip strong and one that nearly made you stumble forward as you caught yourself and smiled.

“i’ll see you katsuki!”

out of all of the kids you’ve taught, milo was by far the cutest one.

the little man was like your personal assistant— a little bee buzzing around as he followed you everywhere in the classroom and helped you clean up after the rest of the kids that didn’t, ‘yelling’ at some of them to and cutely scolding them whenever he’d catch them leave some things behind, and was always on watch for you like a security guard with his little balled up fists on his hips, surveilling the classroom for any misbehaving kids or messes that you’d missed throughout the day.

all traits you no doubt knew he got from katsuki, even if you had just met him. it was pleasantly obvious.

“thanks for helping me out today, milo!” you gushed, pushing another students chair in as they all sat down and chattered for lunch. “you made my job a lot easier!”

“really?!” he squealed, big glimmering eyes beaming up at you before he happily chowed down on some apple slices.

and you noticed then milo’s lunch was insane, peanut butter and jelly sandwiches cut up and molded neatly into the shape of panda bears, his watermelon and apple slices shaped like stars with carrots and celery lined up with a little wedge of lemon if he wished, tiny rice balls on the side for a little snack you figured in case what he had didn’t fill him up— all so considerate and careful…

“wow!” you exclaimed, kneeling down next to him. “your lunch looks so yummy my love! did your mommy make this?”

“nuh uh!” he shook his head, cheeks filled with watermelon. “my dad did!”

you faltered.

“katsuki made this?”

“who’s katsuki miss?” he asked curiously, sipping on his little juice box after swallowing the fruit in his mouth.

you giggled. “nothing! nothing. enjoy your lunch okay?”

you went to stand, but milo’s hand shot out and caught your wrist.

“can you— can you eat lunch with me?” he mumbled shyly, fiddling with some carrot pieces in his hands. “please.. i always eat with my dad but he’s not here…”

your eyes softened and you quickly nodded.

“of course! let me just go grab my lunch and ill bring it over! sounds good?”

“yaaaayyyy!” he cheered happily, arms up as you scooched a tiny chair over from a nearby table and sat with him, laughing at his cute expression.

you knew you shouldn’t use a little kid to pry… but you were guiltily curious as to know if katsuki was married or not for reasons that made you ridiculously flustered and red in the face over.

and you wanted to be respectful in case he was… since the ogling you did at his muscles this morning through his black ribbed tank was the most embarrassing moment of your career and one you hadn’t seen coming at all, it catching you off guard and feeling horrible if katsuki indeed had a wife.

but he didn’t have a ring on his finger…

“milo?” you spoke up softly.

he smiled big. “yes miss!”

“does your mommy make you lunch as well or just your dad?”

he shook his head. “just my dad! i don’t have a mom.”

your shoulders deflated.

he didn’t have a mom… at all?

you slowly reached over then and patted his blonde hair, smiling warmly as his cheeks went pink. “that’s alright! i’m sure your dad makes you lunches like this every time huh?”

“yeah!” he gasped excitedly. “yesterday he made pizzas and cut them into dinosaurs! it was so cool! and then!— and then this morning for breakfast i had waffles that looked like dynamite blasts!”

“oh my goodness!” you giggled, your heart absolutely thumping over the fact that katsuki was so dedicated to his son like that. “man, i wish my lunches were as cute as yours!”

his little eyes snapped to yours.

“i’ll tell him!”

your brows furrowed confusedly. “wha—”

“to make you lunch! i’ll tell my dad to make you lunch!”

your eyes widened and you frantically shook your head, cheeks blazing as you laughed. “oh no my love! that’s totally okay don’t worry about me silly—”

“i’ll tell him i’ll tell him i’ll tell him!—”

“milo it’s okay! i’m a big girl.” you grinned. “i’m supposed to make my own lunches.”

milo grumbled and plopped a carrot in his mouth, begrudgingly chewing as he sat there in thought.

“…will you at least let me share some of mine?”

you pouted at his generosity, wondering how a kid could be so sweet as you nodded and held your hand up.

“of course sweetie! whatever you wa—”

milo plopped all of his peanut butter sandwiches in your palm and grinned, earning a gasp from you.

“milo this is too much i can’t—”

“eat it! eat it! eait it!—”

by the end of the day, you managed to get milo to take back his sandwiches in exchange for one singular watermelon star piece, him still doing his regular duties of being your little assistant and helping you clean up after everyone before the final bell rang signaling the end of class, you carefully making sure each kiddo got their designated backpack (as there was often a mix up) and art pieces they made for their parents to take home— a permission slip for the end of the year field trip tucked away inside their bags.

and the minute you stepped outside with the rest of the kids, you were surprised to see that katsuki was one of the first parents there as he stood directly across from your classroom with crossed arms, an angry usual scowl on his face that made you laugh to yourself as you led your kids to sit down on a bench in a single file line until their parents physically came to get them or their vehicles pulled up.

“milo!” you tapped his shoulder gently. “your daddy’s over there!”

“DAAADDD!!”

milo jumped up and ran across the grass, his tiny arms out as katsuki smiled softly and crouched down to pick his son up and settle him on his lower abdomen, you wringing your fingers behind your back and walking up to them.

“were you a brat?” he grunted.

“nope!”

“did any kids mess with you?”

“nope!”

“did you leave a mess?”

“nope!”

you giggled, and katsuki’s eyes snapped in your direction.

“how was he?”

“he did so good!” you gushed, patting milo’s back as he grinned. “was my little helper and everything! didn’t leave a single mess behind and helped me clean up after everyone else… he even made sure everyone was paying attention and not misbehaving.”

“yeah! yeah! see dad?” milo poked his dads cheek. “i didn’t lie!”

“never said you lied you little runt.” he scowled. “…but good job.”

“thanks!”

katsuki set him down after milo started kicking his legs and saying something about the swings, him instantly running towards the playground and to the slide.

“did he actually do all of that?” he spoke up.

“oh yes!” you quickly nodded. “i’ve never had a kid do that before so it was really nice of him to!”

you detached your fingers from around your back and fiddled with them.

“you teach him well katsuki.”

he scoffed and turned his head, cheeks pink as he tried to regain his composure.

“damn right i do.”

you giggled then, the memory of milo telling you he didn’t have a mother suddenly popping into your mind as you watched him happily slide down the blue slide head first.

“hey i don’t mean to um..” you timidly began. “i don’t mean to pry but—”

katsuki raised a brow at you and you snapped your mouth shut.

“nothing! nothing nevermind—”

“spit it out.”

“no it’s alright! sorry i—”

he glared and you cowered, smiling bashfully as you bit your bottom lip.

“milo… milo mentioned that he didn’t have a mommy? i was just— wondering if that was true…”

“tch—” he shook his head. “that’s what you were afraid of askin’ me?”

“i told you i’m scared of parents…” you slumped cutely, and he chuckled.

“it’s just me and him.” he answered. “his mom’s never been a part of our lives.”

your heart sunk a little, eyes sad as your gaze shifted to milo playing and racing around with another kid.

“don’t do that.”

you jumped and looked at katsuki.

“do— do what—”

“look all sad and shit.”

he hesitantly reached over and planted an index finger to the crease between your brows, the feeling rough as he tried to gently drag it down and smooth over the lines.

“it’s fine.” he grumbled, letting his arm fall to his side. “it doesn’t bother him. at least i don’t think it does.”

“no!” you spoke quickly, a crazed blush on your cheeks. “it doesn’t! and milo speaks so highly of you… especially the lunches you make him.”

his brows furrowed. “his lunch?”

“yeah!” you nodded excitedly. “you prepare it so so well! how do you get his sandwiches to look like little bears? and his fruit?! every time i try to cut mine into stars they always break in half…”

he huffed out a laugh, finding your little whine funny as he reached over and ruffled up your hair, you smiling cheekily in response.

“do you use molds?” you asked politely. “to shape out the bear?”

“fuck no.” he scoffed. “i do it myself.”

your eyes flew open.

“what?! so that’s really just you? and the dinosaurs too? the pizza dinosaurs? and the waffles? the ones that looked like dynamite blasts—”

“jesus christ how much did that kid tell you?”

your face grew hot as you smacked a hand over your mouth.

“sorry!” you giggled. “i just was thinking— that his lunch was really cute and thoughtful…” you took your hand away from your face. “i’m really glad that you do little things like that for milo to make him happy.”

katsuki stared at you, your swarm of compliments and sweetness and sunshine and butterflies almost suffocating as you looked at him with those pretty doe eyes, his throat oddly closing up the longer he stared right back and allowed you to pull him into your world of wonder and abc blocks and puzzles.

but it wasn’t suffocating in a bad way, not at all.

and… maybe he did want you to pull him in.

“dad dad dad!”

milo ran over, sweaty and red faced as he reached the two of you.

“there’s a dead lizard in the slide!”

“a dead lizard?” you laughed, surprised as you reached for his little water bottle from his backpack on the ground and uncapped the lid, handing it over and ushering him to drink.

katsuki didn’t know why the domestic sight of you doing that made him melt a bit.

a bit.

“yeah miss! it was big and gross.” he breathed out after gulping some of his icy cold water. “but i buried him!”

his dads red eyes snapped down to his and narrowed.

“don’t tell me you touched that thing milo.”

“i did!” he giggled.

“oh my fucking god—” katsuki snatched his hand and started pulling him to the car as milo giggled and stuck his tongue out.

“it’s a prank! some other girl in my class did… but i helped with the dirt!”

you chuckled softly as you watched katsuki stop and roll his eyes, coming back over to you with a hyper milo.

“say bye to your teacher ya little runt. and you’re still taking a shower when you get home!”

“but i don’t wanna take a showeerrr!” milo whined, letting go of his dads hand and running to you, you crouching and extending your arms big with a pretty smile.

“bye my love!” you hugged him tight as he giggled. “i’ll see you tomorrow okay? and give your daddy a break. no more digging up dirt and playing with dead lizards.”

“kaayyyy!”

you both let go and he stepped back, pressing a quick kiss to your cheek before bouncing back to his dad.

katsuki choked on his spit.

“oi!” he barked. “you can’t just kiss her cheek milo the hell is going on with you?!—”

“it’s okay don’t worry!” you smiled kindly. “he’s just being sweet is all! i don’t mind.”

“you sure?” he pushed, milo snickering. “i—”

you waved him off and wrung your fingers behind your back, leaning forward.

“i’ll see you tomorrow morning kats!”

and he froze, nodding hard as he quickly took milo’s hand and backpack before walking to the car, his heart completely aflame in his chest and cheeks red as he led his babbling son further into the parking lot and inside the car, buckling him up in his car seat before hopping in himself and starting the engine, unbelieving that he had barely just met you and he was already thinking and acting like a fucking dumbass.

“and then we learned the days of the week! oh!— and we learned numbers! i can count to fifteen dad!”

“that’s good milo.” he responded, pulling out of the schools parking lot and craning his neck to see if he could catch a final glimpse of you and settling once he did, you so pretty and conversing so nicely with another kid until he was out of the lot.

“did you eat all of your lunch? y/n tells me ya shared with her.”

“i did! i did share with her.” he grinned. “she liked my lunch!”

“good.” katsuki gave him a thumbs up through the rear view mirror. “that’s good that you always share. especially with her.”

“yup yup! she’s preeettyyy.”

he rolled his eyes, but a small smile grew at the corner of his lips as he nodded curtly.

“that she is.”

katsuki continued to drop off his son personally at your classroom every morning before school.

even when it had been a couple of months into the year, at this point many students already used to their route to and out of class and their parents just dropping them off and leaving— them not even allowed on campus as security rounded every corner and told any parents who wished to go in that they weren’t supposed to, as per policy.

but not katsuki.

katsuki didn’t give a fuck as he stormed through the main office and ignored the calls of the front desk lady, her already used to the rude asshole who came through the building every morning as he strode by and down the hall to class twenty four… wanting to see you— his son’s pretty kindergarten teacher that was sweet and joyful and someone who was everything he wasn’t, his mind curious and filled with your giggles and smiles throughout the time that he’d gotten to know you and chat with you in the mornings and the afternoons, loving the way you were with milo and treated him like he was literally your own— always watching over him and making sure he had had enough to eat and drink and that his hands were washed when he wasn’t around.

and even katsuki himself— you bringing him candy bags from their classroom parties or donuts that were passed to faculty in the mornings and saving yours for him, treats he always took and ate with no questions asked even though he wasn’t a fan of sugary shit and junk food, always making the exception for you.

he had never experienced honest help like that… he’d never experienced someone caring enough about him and his son like the way you did so perfectly every single day…

and katsuki feared that he was a little obsessed.

“oh! miss y/n!”

“yes honey?” you responded kindly, opening a juice pouch for another student and handing it to them carefully during lunch.

milo dug into his lunch pail and pulled out a small container, sticking his hand up and offering it to you.

your brows furrowed, taking it from him.

“what’s this milo?”

“it’s from my dad!”

you stopped, heart dropping to your ass as you recounted his words.

from katsuki?

“your— your dad?”

“mhm!”

you shakily popped the lid of the container open, eyes widening and filling with hearts once you saw a mix of star shaped strawberries and watermelon and papayas, drizzled over with sparkling strings of honey and singular little blueberries scattered about.

“for me?” you asked softly, crouching down next to milo. “my love— are you sure this isn’t for you? i think your dad cut these up for you—”

“nope! for you!” he gave you a big toothy smile before stuffing his mouth with crackers. “he told me not to eat it and to give it to you.”

he swallowed and reached up, you tilting down your head so he could pat it just like you always did for him.

“i hope you like it miss! they look like the ones you told me looked cute!”

“i— i love them milo.. thank you!”

you picked up a papaya piece and ate it, entirely dazed and love struck as your tastebuds savored over the sweet velvety thick honey, literally blinking back tears at how thoughtful and kind katsuki was.

he didn’t have to do this at all… yet he took the time anyways out of his morning to do this for you.

and your heart nearly fucking gave out.

after school once you got your rowdy kids to sit neatly on the bench and wait for their parents, you extended a hand for milo and he hopped off the bench and took it, you both walking up to a waiting katsuki as he stood there with a soft smile on his face.

“hi kats!”

“hey.” he picked his son up and settled him over his abdomen, milo’s arms clinging around his neck and chin propped up on his dads shoulder as he was exhausted from a days worth of playing and learning.

“i wanted to um—” you peered up at him. “i um—”

his brows furrowed, and just as he was about to bark about you stumbling over your words, he stopped.

your bottom lip was trembling.

you hurriedly wiped your eyes.

“i wanted to thank you—” hic! “f—for the star shaped fruit this morning—”

“why are you crying dumbass?” he mumbled, reaching over and wiping some tears with his rough fingers.

“because it was so nice!” you sobbed, shoulders shaking as you let him wipe your cheeks. “and— and you put honey over it too! you didn’t have to do any of that for me!”

“tch—”

he flicked your forehead softly, not enough to hurt you but enough to get you to snap out of your hiccups as you sniffled.

“it’s just fruit y/n—”

“but it’s not.” you wiped your eyes again. “not to me anyways…”

katsuki slowly lowered his arm, gaze tracing over your pretty face and perfect hair and the way you cried over something so stupid, his brain unable to process the fact that an act as simple as cutting fruit up for you could make you this happy, and it made him want to see what you saw for once— how you saw the world for exactly what it was and appreciated it regardless of how big or small things were, not snippy or angry or spiteful over everyone and thinking everything was out to get him and his son.

“crybaby…” he grumbled. “i’m glad you liked it though.”

“i did kats.. a lot. thank you.” you wiped the last of your tears and smiled. “i’m sorry i cried.”

what a pretty sweet girl…

he shook his head and hoisted milo up, him completely knocked out with drool coming out of his mouth as katsuki felt it run down his shoulder, barely even noticing that though as his entire focus was trained purely on you.

was it okay if he… asked you out? would it be weird? would you tell him to fuck off?

katsuki internally rolled his eyes at his stupid fucking high school boy thoughts, though it didn’t alleviate the gnawing feeling that if you did tell him to fuck off… that he’d be angrily mortified at his fail and probably lose the right to talk to you since it’d be too awkward to.

but you were just so fucking sweet. all of the time.

“listen uh—” he cleared his throat, face growing hot. “i was wondering if ya wanted to eat dinner with me… sometime.”

you stared, eyes big and shocked and katsuki took it defensively and entirely the wrong way.

“forget it.” he snapped. “forget it i didn’t say shit—”

“no! no no—” you quickly shook your head. “no it’s okay i would!”

he stopped.

“you would?”

“of course!” you expressed sweetly, cheeks hurting from how big you were smiling as you tried to simmer down your giddy squeals. “i’d love to have dinner with you…”

his tense shoulders slowly relaxed, an eventual small smile growing on his face.

“a—alright uh…” he sighed. “i’d prefer to take ya somewhere nice but i don’t really have anyone to watch milo—”

you shook your head again, brows pinched. “oh no kats— we don’t have to go anywhere at all! we can order something in at your place and eat with milo? or— or my place?”

“my place.” he replied. “and i’ll cook.”

he cooks?!

“okay!” you giggled, your hand reaching up and patting over milo’s sleepy head gently. “sounds good!”

katsuki and you agreed on the details of the date after and bid each other bashful goodbyes, swooning as you watched him walk away into the parking lot with a sleeping milo in his arms and feeling like none of this was fucking real, for you couldn’t believe someone as handsome and cool as katsuki would ever be interested in someone like you.

and funnily enough, he felt the complete opposite, stressed and extra snappy as he cleaned the house from top to bottom (though it barely needed it), unnecessarily fixed the positioning of the furniture and made milo put away his toys, him not even whining or protesting like he usually did solely because the little man knew you were coming— pretty miss y/n with the pretty smile and the nicest lady he had ever met, and one he secretly hoped would be his new mommy every time he saw you and his dad converse before and after school, thinking you would fit the role perfectly.

especially after his dad had given you those fruits as a present!

“milo!” katsuki called. “come ‘ere!”

his son ran into the kitchen, toy race car in hand. “what!”

“be good today, ya hear me?” he pushed, face stern as he flipped a kitchen towel over his shoulder and sautéed vegetables in his frying pan. “please milo. don’t try to be funny and do somethin’ to scare y/n off.”

milo gave him a look.

“scare miss y/n off? dad you’re gonna scare her off not me!” he giggled. “silly.”

“yeah..” he grunted. “you’re probably right but i’m just sayin’. i’m thinking of the time grandma came over and ya put that fake rat in her purse to try and be funny.”

“ohhh yeeeeah!” he doubled over in little fits of laughter, holding his stomach as he did. “i did do that!”

“see what i mean?” katsuki grumbled, snatching the kitchen towel from his shoulder and throwing it down on the counter top, stepping back to peek in the oven. “you better not do that with y/n please.”

“i won’t!” he grinned. “not when she’s about to be my new mommy!”

katsuki choked as his spit went down the wrong pipe, bending over and coughing uncontrollably in his elbow before spinning around and looking at his son with wide eyes and pink cheeks.

“the hell you just say?”

“what!” milo tilted his head. “that y/n is gonna be my new mommy?”

his eyes grew even wider as he dropped the pan he was holding on the stove and leaned back, running his hands over his face.

“oh you little runt please don’t say that in front of her, alright?”

he pouted. “why not?”

“you’ll scare her off! worse than when you put that fake rat in grandmas purse!”

“boooo!” milo stuck his tongue out and crossed his little arms over his chest. “whatever.”

“oi!”

“what!”

katsuki’s doorbell chimed and milo booked it to the front door.

“missss preettyyyy!!—”

“milo get your ass back here!—”

katsuki swung the door open and swooped his son in his arms just as he was about to pounce on you in midair, you giggling and covering your mouth as you watched the scene unfold before you.

“i’m sorry—”

“hiii misss y/nnn!” milo greeted happily, dangling off of his dad as katsuki tried to stop him from wiggling out of his grip. “i’m so exciteeeddd!—”

“hi my love!” you gushed warmly, smile wide as you extended your arms and walked forward, taking milo in your arms and setting him on your hip. “how are you? you excited to hang out with meee?”

“yes! yes!” he vigorously nodded. “i wanna show you all my race cars!”

“oh i can’t wait to seeee!” you bounced him on your hip and he giggled, you turning your attention and smiling at katsuki.

“hi kats!”

“the little brat is hogging—”

milo blew a silly raspberry at him before wrapping his arms around you and shoving his face into your neck.

you laughed and ran a soothing hand over the little man’s back, katsuki rolling his eyes before stepping to the side and letting you in, shutting the door behind him and leading you over to the kitchen.

and jesus christ you looked beautiful, him noting that pink was what you mainly wore on the day to day as he eyed your small rosy cardigan, you walking through his home and looking around and oblivious to the way he was staring at you like a fucking creep.

katsuki bit the inside of his cheek as he watched your eyes scan your surroundings, stupidly nervous about what you’d think of his house and furniture and minuscule decorations, and annoyed with himself that he’d even give a shit about something like that, trying to occupy himself and ignore it as he looked in the oven and lifted lids of various pots and pans, checking over tonight’s dinner.

“i’m sorry i’m behind…” he grumbled and waved his hand around. “had to clean the house and shower milo since he decided to play in the fuckin’ mud this morning.”

“oh you don’t have to apologize for that kats!” you looked at him worriedly. “you don’t have to apologize for anything i totally understand…”

you hoisted milo further up your hip and grinned. “i’m just happy to spend time with the both of you.”

katsuki felt smoke puff out of his red ears as he nodded and scratched the back of his neck, turning slightly and lifting the lids from his pots and pans again.

“miss preettyyyy!” milo whined. “when can i show you my race cars?!”

katsuki scowled and you laughed.

“now honey! but how about we move some of your toys to the living room so i can spend time with both you and dad? how does that sound?”

“yayayay!!” milo cheered, bouncing on your hip as you smiled cutely and set him down, him running off down the hall and you quickly following after him.

milo talked you through his entire collection of race cars as you both sat down on the living room rug— telling you the model of each and every one, what they did, how fast they went, they places they’d gone, and which were his favorites as you excitedly talked to him about his cars and shifted conversation between him and katsuki, a task he was surprised you did so efficiently, but then quickly realized that that was literally your fucking job everyday dealing with little brats talking your ears off and you attending all of them at the same time.

and when it came around to dinner time, you helped katsuki set up even through his snapping and huffing that you absolutely shouldn’t, you giving him a silly little face as you assisted anyways and set up milo’s booster seat, picking him up and sitting him down before buckling him up while katsuki placed your dishes on the table—

and gourmet fucking dishes at that.

you were bewildered. absolutely bewildered as you gawked over the lasagna platter he set before you, it delicate and fancy looking as he had even draped sauce on your gray ceramic plate in gourmet intricate designs, knowing that katsuki had mentioned to you he was a chef over the several months you’d gotten to know him, but you didn’t know exactly to which extent that chef occupation stretched to.

“kats…” you murmured. “what do you do for a living.”

“i told you idiot.” he passed over a couple of napkins and you gratefully took them, taking one then and wiping down milo’s mouth as he messily ate his cut up pieces of lasagna. “i’m a cook.”

“yeah but what kind? where?”

“why?” he gruffed. “does it look like shit?”

“no!” you giggled. “absolutely not the opposite actually! this is probably the most beautiful lasagna i’ve ever seen in my life.”

“duh.” he responded, but sent you a small smile as he ate. “i’m an executive chef down at a restaurant in the city.”

your jaw dropped. “the city?! you’re so cool kats! oh my goodness!”

his face flushed.

“my dad says his boss is a piece of—”

“don’t say it!” katsuki snapped at his son, eyes wide as you slapped a hand over your mouth to keep yourself from laughing, not wanting to encourage the little man any further.

“milo i told ya not to cuss until you’re ten—”

“ten?!” you giggled loudly and let your hand fall, sticking your fork in your lasagna and eating. “as long as he cusses with you and not at you… i think it should be fine!”

katsuki stopped.

you get it. or you rile up his bad cussing habit. either or he might as well have found his fucking soulmate.

“miss pretty!” milo called.

“yes my love?”

“do you have a boyfriend?”

katsuki smacked a hand on his forehead and you snickered.

“i don’t!” you grinned. “why milo?”

“because i want you to be my new—”

“milo if ya shut your mouth right now i’ll buy you two new race cars tomorrow.”

his son gasped dramatically and pursed his lips shut, eyes big and excited as he tried to contain himself and do as told.

“his new what?” you tilted your head cutely, katsuki’s heart hammering against his rib cage as he stuffed his mouth with food.

he shrugged. “the fuck should i know?”

“but i wanna know!” you pouted, taking your final bites of your yummy dinner.

he swallowed.

“do you want dessert?”

you gasped. “oh my god yes! i do!”

“then i suggest you shut your mouth too.”

you laughed over the table, quickly nodding as you pursed your lips like milo and pinched your thumb and index finger together, running it across your mouth and twisting your wrist like a pretend lock before dropping your hand in your lap, giddy and excited over dessert.

katsuki playfully rolled his eyes and stood, collecting all of your plates and stacking them on top of each other before taking them over to the sink.

“dad!” milo called as he bounced in his seat, katsuki grunting in response.

“what’d you make for dessert!”

“mochi.”

“yaaaayyyyy!” he cheered happily. “can i eat it with y/n in the living room?”

katsuki’s brows furrowed. “the living room?”

“yeah!” milo exclaimed. “so i can keep showing her my race cars!”

he struggled for a moment before eventually nodding. “alright… but don’t make a mess i just cleaned—”

you and milo ended up building a fucking fort once he gave you the all clear, you both saying something about it adding to the ambiance as you used the couch cushions for makeshift walls and milo’s choo choo train sheets for the roof and tent, katsuki before he knew it his entire living room a fucking mess as the three of you sat amongst the scattered about pillows and blankets eating your bits of mochi, milo mainly inside the little tent you made for him as you and katsuki were too big to fit inside with him.

his living room was a mess… but he didn’t mind.

katsuki didn’t mind the mess.

your way of living was entirely different from his, as yours had everything to do with mess due to your full time job with kids— paint all over your hands and face, marker stains on your clothes and sticky glue residue and pieces of cut up construction paper somehow in your hair, all things katsuki despised for years and made sure his house never reflected any of that.

but in that moment, with his living room in complete disarray and the positioning of his couches utterly fucked up? the dishes still in the sink and the table still set?

katsuki didn’t fucking care.

because he had never seen his son so happy. he had never seen him so excited and hyper as you helped him set up and somehow tie fairy lights that katsuki had somewhere up in his attic for holiday seasons around the fort, you looking fucking gorgeous under the dim dark lightning as you read milo one of his favorite children’s books you got from his little shelf in his room— ‘the very hungry caterpillar,’ one of your favorites too as his son followed along with you and giggled whenever you’d make a silly joke only a five year old would find funny.

and katsuki felt warm… that’s all he ever felt when he was around you.

is this what it was like to be a family?

“oh my goodness i almost forgot!” you quickly sat up and handed milo the book, him taking it as you crawled over and reached for your bag. “i brought something for you honey!”

milo gasped and sat up. “really?! what?!”

you pulled out a ceramic cream colored globe with hollowed out stars, a small bulb inside as you scooched on your knees back over to a curious katsuki and milo.

“woah..” his son whispered. “what is it?”

you smiled and reached for the nearest outlet, plugging in the little globe and flicking a switch.

the darkened room illuminated itself then with the soft murmur of a lullaby playing, star shaped shadows slowly shifting around the entire living room as milo gasped and stood, frantically pointing at each moving shadow and gushing while his little mind was trying to process how cool and fascinating this was.

and all katsuki could do was stare at you.

stare at the way you sat back on your ankles and pointed with milo, counting how many stars you could see before it shifted and repeating that for fun, stare at the way both of your eyes glowed with wonder and curiosity, and stare at the way you smiled so gracefully and looked unreal now under the starry lights, his heart on overdrive at how gentle you were and how much you cared about his son.

about him.

and katsuki was sure then he was absolutely sick over you.

you all settled after a while of playing games and eating more mochi, especially milo, the little lullaby knocking him out as he snored next to you in his fort, you and katsuki laying down next to each other as you stared up at the shifting stars.

“i’m sorry i made such a mess in your living room..” you whispered bashfully. “i promise i’ll pick everything up before i leave.”

he shook his head. “don’t worry about it i can pick up. it’s fine.”

you smiled at him warmly before looking back up at the ceiling, feet planted on the blanketed flooring as your mindlessly moved your propped up knees side to side.

“was it hard raising milo on your own kats?” you asked softly, fingers wrung together neatly on your tummy.

“it was at first.” he mumbled. “but i got used to doin’ it on my own.”

you frowned, not particularly happy with the idea that katsuki had to raise a human being on his own without any help or guidance, wishing that he would’ve had someone there to help him every once in a while, or just be there for him.

“you did an exceptional job, okay?” you began. “you should know that... milo is such an honest kid… and he’s so precious too.”

katsuki’s eyes softened, and he couldn’t bring himself to look at you in fear of you noticing his stupid flustered face as he opted for keeping his gaze glued to the starry ceiling, your sugary peachy perfume not fucking helping as he decided to sit up instead.

“he is.” he grunted softly. “don’t know how his mom didn’t see that.”

you faltered and sat up with him.

“what do you mean?”

katsuki eyed you before looking down, hands flat behind him propping himself up as he thought.

“ah… milo happened because of some random hookup i had in college.” he mumbled. “didn’t love her or anythin’, i barely knew her but still told her i’d support her and the baby obviously.”

you nodded, encouraging him to continue.

“i was there through her entire pregnancy and when milo was born… but the minute she got discharged from the hospital and took him with her, i woke up at four in the mornin’ with a knock on my door and milo left abandoned on my doorstep.”

you gasped, hand hovering over your mouth.

“are you— are you serious?”

katsuki nodded.

“she wouldn’t answer my calls, my texts, nothing. i went to her house and found out she took the first flight she could to fuck knows where.” he shook his head bitterly. “but i didn’t give a shit about me i’ll raise him i don’t care. it was never about me.

he looked at you. “it was about milo. i didn’t want him to know that his ‘mom’ left him behind like that, and i didn’t want him to think it was his fault or anythin’… shits ridiculous.”

katsuki shifted his gaze back up to the ceiling. “still don’t know how she could ever do something like that.”

the sound of a hiccup make his eyes widen and snap back to you, your eyes filled with fat tears as your bottom lip wobbled, hands coming up to cup over your mouth and nose as you tried to keep it in.

“you’re crying?”

you nodded, squeaky slight sobs slipping past your throat as you strained to keep everything down.

“that’s so cruel.” you cried softly, embarrassingly drowning in your tears in front of him yet again. “you didn’t deserve that at all kats… milo didn’t deserve that you both should’ve had such a good mommy and— and a good support system—”

katsuki pushed himself up and wrapped his big arms around your shoulders, pulling you in and rubbing a hand up and down your back comfortingly.

“you cry over everything y/n.”

“s—” hic! “—sorry—”

he laid the side of his head on top of yours as you shook, somehow feeling guilty of what he told you just because of how much you were crying.

more than when he gave you those star shaped fruits.

“oi…”

katsuki pulled back and looked at you, reaching up and wiping your tears with his thumbs.

“don’t cry baby…”

baby?!

you funnily sobbed even more and shoved your face in his chest, him chuckling as he wrapped his arms back around you and gently swayed side to side.

“stop it idiot.” he mumbled. “it’s fine. it happened years ago n’ milo and i have always been alright on our own.”

…but he wanted you now.

now that he knew what it was like to be softly cared for by someone precious like you, to feel what it was like to be warm and fuzzy and sunshine and rainbows and candy all of the time… and katsuki wanted you so. bad.

“i know..” you hiccuped. “and i’m really glad but i just wish you had someone.”

you pulled away and quickly wiped your wet cheeks. “m’sorry i cried all over your shirt—”

“don’t give a fuck.”

you breathed out a laugh and dropped your hands in your lap, looking at your fingers as you sniffed.

you were always crying for him.

“y/n.”

“yeah?”

he looked to the side with a blush to his cheeks.

“thanks for comin’ today.”

you smiled brightly and nodded.

“of course kats! how could i not?” you looked behind you to a sleeping milo, reaching over and pulling his blanket a little further up his shoulders. “i want you to know that i wanna be there for you and milo…”

he shifted his gaze to you as you turned back around.

“whether— whether you wanna keep seeing me or not—” you gnawed nervously at the inside of your cheek. “which i hope you do! but— but if not that’s totally fine i just want to be there for you both…”

how were you so pure? so thoughtful?

“why the hell wouldn’t i wanna keep seeing you?” he huffed, grumbly and embarrassed as he pursed his lips. “i’d be stupid as fuck not to…”

you blushed, happy shiny eyes looking at him eagerly like he was everything and more, and he wasn’t used to people looking at him like that whatsoever as your gaze flickered down to his lips and back up.

and you were so pretty.

“y/n.”

“mhm?”

he slowly leaned closer.

“would you be mad if i made a move on you—”

“of course not—”

katsuki lunged and planted his rough lips on yours, you tasting like straight sugar and honey as he placed his big hands on the sides of you head and held you like a piece of delicate glass, kissing and sliding your tongues in each others mouths rather quickly and breathy as he moved one hand from your pretty face down to your waist to grip it.

you placed your hands on the blanketed floor and slowly crawled over to him during the makeout, him reaching and wrapping the rest of his built muscly arms around your waist and pulling you to straddle his lap as he ran his hands up and down your sides and back, wanting to feel you as much as he possibly could and squeeze you tight as he gulped your little self down, brows furrowed and lips red.

katsuki pulled away and ran his fiery wet mouth across your jaw and to the spot right below your ear on the side of your neck, your hands gripping his broad shoulders as he bit and sucked and still squeezed you, manhandling you in a way and eating you up.

your eyes fluttered open once you heard a slight rustle, your line of sight catching milo shifting a little in his sleep.

“k—kats—” you breathlessly whispered, pushing a little at his shoulders.

he grunted.

“milo—” you pointed. “he’s waking up—”

“the fucks that gotta do with us—”

“kats!”

he groaned and pulled his mouth from you, scowling over to see his son only shifted positions and was now directly facing the both of you, tiny eyes closed as he drooled and was probably dreaming about race cars and his dads shark shaped pb & j sandwiches.

“the little runt is fine—” he shoved his face back in and gnawed at your neck again as you gasped.

“nooo!” you whined and giggled softly. “now i’m scared he’s gonna wake up…”

he huffed and officially pulled away this time, red eyes dilated and half lidded as he looked over your pinky cheeks and shy face, the purple and blue mark he made on your neck making the right side of his lips curve up into a little prideful smirk, you too distracted to notice over the way he clutched and loosened up the hold on your waist repeatedly.

katsuki kept you on his lap and scooched himself down, laying on his back and head on the pillow as he nudged you to lay on him completely over his chest and body, you more than happy to do so as you settled your head on his pecs and got comfortable with his strong arms around you— feeling so safe and looked after.

and you hadn’t expected to sleep over… but you just didn’t wanna leave, and katsuki sure as hell didn’t want you to either as you softly and quietly talked over the small tinkling of the lullaby and milo’s soft breathing, shadowy stars still slowly shifting around you as you easily switched between various topics— ranging from serious to silly as you ran a loving hand over his chest and his on your back, the both of you subconsciously lulling each other to sleep until you were just as passed out on the floor as milo.

since then, katsuki didn’t wanna let you out of his sight.

as if he wasn’t already involved enough with milo’s school activities because of you, this man became a fucking member of the pta and volunteered himself for every single event so as long as you were there, helping you out especially with fundraisers and bake sales as his desserts always sold out quicker than anything else and made bank as he snickered and boasted at the other parents that weren’t selling as much, you giving him a silly glare that never failed to shut him right up as he wanted to be good for you and not upset you.

the front desk lady even went from hating him to loving him, katsuki grumbling and chucking her a bag of leftover fundraiser chocolate chip cookies on her desk as he passed by to drop off milo in the mornings, serving as a ticket way in and to get her to shut up now instead of yelling at him from down the hall.

and he continued to give you yummy star shaped fruits.

except now some days they looked like hearts or little flowers, and he always made his fruit assortments different so you wouldn’t get tired of them and added different dippings like caramel or chocolate hazelnut, you gushing and nearly bawling literally everyday whenever you’d open the container and milo giggling at you during lunch.

you also never went a day without stopping by or staying over at katsuki’s house since your first initial date, your days so much fun and filled with love as you ate lunch or dinner with the two of them, laughing at milo’s sporadic comments or katsuki’s barking and scolding while you either played with milo, helped katsuki clean up the house and him the kitchen or you the kitchen and vice versa, or simply cuddle on the couch with kisses shared amongst you and katsuki— the three of you with milo seated peacefully and comfortable in the middle while you watched a movie or lulled the little man to sleep.

and katsuki had never felt so complete as he started leaving messes behind without even realizing or stressing about it, and he didn’t know when the fuck it was that he turned so soft and sappy— the change a bit strange to those who knew him as he was just a teeny weeny less explosive and angry over small things, and more so when it came to you and his son.

“make sure you keep your little bucket hat on honey, okay? it’s hot today and i don’t want you to tire yourself out milo.”

the end of the year field trip for the kindergarteners this year was a voyage to the local wildlife sanctuary, a gorgeous exhibit that sat right next to the national science museum in your city, its main attraction being the 25 foot koi pond and butterfly wonderland that housed various butterfly species and their little habitats— the kids field trip assignment being to count how many they see throughout the day and pick one koi fish and butterfly to draw on their journals.

katsuki, of course, volunteered as a chaperone.

“single file line please my loves!” you called, hand by your mouth. “and don’t seperate from your friends okay?! everyone stay where i can see—”

“oi!” katsuki barked, snapping and pointing at a rogue kid who decided to break free from the line and run across the grass. “the fuck do you think you’re doing!—”

“kats!” you breathed out a shocked laugh. “you’re gonna get me fired if you talk to the kids like that—”

“shit! sorry— i’m sorry baby hold on—”

katsuki booked it across the grassy lawn and caught up with the running kid on the other side, the rest of your class giggling and cackling as katsuki swooped him up with one arm and dangled him upside down while he kicked and swung tiny punches to his abs, katsuki not even flinching.

“do that again and see what happens brat.” he spat, the little kid not having a single care in the world as he giggled with the rest of the class, all of them deviously planning to piss katsuki off as much as possible since his outbursts were just funny.

“okay okay—” you smiled apologetically at him before taking the dangling boy from his arm and setting him back down, fixing over his clothes and backpack before patting his head and standing upright.

“no more running alright?” you placed your hands on your hips. “don’t we wanna see some cute little fishies and butterflies?!”

“yeeeeaaaahhhh!!” the babies cheered excitedly, each of them immediately returning to their designated spots in two lines as you grabbed your line leaders tiny hands and started the walk down the grassy field to the sanctuary.

“lemme help ya with one line baby—” katsuki went to grab one of your line leaders hands until they burst into a crying fit.

“no! no! i wanna hold miss y/n’s hand!”

katsuki’s eyes narrowed. “what’s so bad about me hah?”

“you’re ugly! miss y/n is pretty!”

the rest of the kids ruptured, laughing as katsuki sent death glares to a literal child, about to spout something nasty until his eyes flickered to your pleading face, his muscles instantly relaxing as he casted his gaze to the ground with a grumble.

you giggled and gave him a sweet kiss to his cheek in gratitude, his face flushing as he eyed your deep blue overalls and pinky shirt and the way your sunglasses sat pretty in your hair on top of your head.

“what honey?” you tilted your head.

“none of your business.”

you snickered and nudged your shoulder with his, looking over at milo from somewhere in the line to make sure he was okay before walking up the front gates of the sanctuary.

the wildlife guide met you once you all were cleared and inside the greenhouse, your kids absolutely restless as they ‘listened’ to whatever the guide had to say and just wanting to break free and run around to look at all of the fishies and butterflies like you had promised, and you not even listening either as you drooled over the way katsuki’s muscles looked under his t-shirt.

“any questions sweetheart?”

“huh?” your eyes snapped to the guide, cheeks pink as you quickly shook your head. “oh! no not at all! thank you ma’am!”

“alrighty then! just please make sure to tell your students—”

suddenly your two perfect lines broke apart as the kids started running around and pointing at fluttering butterflies and screaming, the guide looking like she’d seen a ghost as the usual quiet and serene sanctuary was now the epitome of noise.

“i’m sorry! i’m sorry—” you guiltily apologized. “my kids will settle down they’re just excited is all…”

the guide kindly waved you off before walking back to the main office, you turning and expecting to see katsuki standing next to you, but faltering once you saw he was on the other side and pulling one of your kids down that had climbed up the gates of one of the sanctuaries closed off exhibits.

“oh god..” you mumbled, about to make your way over until you spotted milo in a corner alone, staring at one of the koi ponds.

“milo?” you called softly, walking up to him.

your heart sank once he turned and you saw his little tear filled eyes and wobbling lip.

“oh no!” you gasped, crouching down and taking his tiny hands in yours. “what’s wrong my love? are you okay? is it too hot?”

you pushed some of his spiky blonde bangs back from his sweaty forehead as he shook his head.

“i can’t draw!” he sniffled. “and the koi fishies keep moving…”

your shoulders relaxed in relief.

“that’s okay!” you took his journal and pencil, wiping his wet cheeks as you smiled sweetly. “as long as we’re patient with the fishies, they’ll swim back and you can draw them again!”

you opened his journal and flipped to a new blank page, the both of you waiting quietly until a big chubby koi fish swam by.

“there!” milo whispered and pointed, and you quickly drew what you could, just making out the shape of the body before it disappeared again.

“and now we wait!” you grinned up at him. “the fishy will come back around and you’ll be able to draw it again.”

“kayyy!!”

“and you can draw milo. i’ve seen your artwork in class, remember? you always get a gold star!”

he giggled. “i do miss pretty!”

you ran a soothing hand over his back before passing his journal back.

“now you try honey—”

“i love you.”

you froze and looked up, katsuki standing there with a sincere and vulnerable look in his eye.

you stood from your crouched position and looked at him wide eyed.

“i’m not— i’m not good at this kinda shit at all and i always say somethin’ dumb but i do.”

“kats—”

“and i’m sorry it took me so long to say it but i tried to make it obvious with my stupid shaped fruits n’ shit… and i always thought you kinda just knew…”

milo was too busy focusing on catching glimpses of the koi fish to draw with his tongue peeking out to even realize what was going on next to him.

“you’re so patient baby. the way you are with me… the way you are with my kid. i need that in my life and i can’t live without it at this point…” he spoke genuinely. “your fuckin’ fault.”

you giggled and covered your face with your hands, face hot to the touch and bashful at everything he was telling you.

“come here.”

you listened and walked forward, dropping your arms as you wrapped them around his abdomen and his around your head, squishing you in his big chest as he propped his chin up.

“do you love me too or what.” he frowned. “cause if not this is shitty and embarrassing—”

“no i do!” you giggled, pulling away and giving him a cheeky smile. “i do kats you know that… i love you. so much.”

he smiled and pecked your lips. “good, miss pretty.”

katsuki had heard the entire conversation you had with his son, your words seeping with such tenderness and care, and he almost passed the fuck out when he thought about how much of a blessing you were, something he’d be a fool not to snatch up and take as he nearly fucking proposed to you in the middle of the sanctuary like an idiot, not knowing at all how a person that pissed people off for a living was loved by a woman who was the definition of pure.

because how the fuck did an angry dunce like him, get lucky with an angel like you?

“oh my god that dumbass kid is climbin’ the fence again— oi!”

katsuki quickly kissed your cheek before flying to the other side of the sanctuary, you doubling over in laughter as you watched him fight and tug and pull, your student not budging at all whatsoever and the rest of the kids laughing at how red katsuki was getting in the face.

“miss pretty!” milo tugged at your overalls, and you looked down to see him holding up his open journal, a cute wobbly sketch of a koi fish on the page as he smiled big. “i drew it! do you like it?!”

“wow milo!” you gushed, crouching down to his level and taking the journal, examining his artwork. “this is beautiful my love! see? i knew you could do it!”

“thank youuu!” he responded sweetly, his little cheeks blushing as he looked at you like he had another thing he wanted to say.

you tilted your head. “do you wanna tell me something else?”

“yeaaahhh.” he dragged. “please love my dad… i know he’s mean but— but he doesn’t mean it!”

your eyes softened as milo looked down at his shoes.

“and love me too… because i want you to be my new mommy…”

you quickly blinked back tears as to not alarm milo, surprisingly successful at preventing them from slipping down your face.

“i do love your dad honey… and you. the both of you i love so so much.”

he beamed. “really?!”

you nodded, pressing a gentle kiss to his cheek. “and i thought i was already your mommy milo!”

the little man gasped and flung his arms around your neck.

“YAAAYYY!” he yelled. “miss pretty is my mommy! i have a mommy now!”

ever since you came into katsuki’s life, his way of living materialized into something completely different.

because now instead of his house being plain and boring and organized from top to bottom without a single thing out of place— it was warm now… happy. and never went a day without smelling like cookies and vanilla as you and katsuki baked with milo any chance you could, set up more pillow forts and tents with starry ceilings, and slept with milo in his room as he snored content in his little bed, you sprawled directly on top of katsuki like he always had you as you both every day intended to leave after putting his son to rest, but ending up falling asleep on the floor each time.

the three of you were a little family.

and katsuki didn’t know why he hated messes so much in the first place.

because mess signified that something had been there, something sunny and tender, something that signified family as you peppered kisses over both your boys’ faces everyday and katsuki drowning you in his rough ones— your man squeezing you so tight all of the time and anywhere, as milo wasn’t just his son now but yours too as you took him to the park or to the aquarium on your days off, the three of you gently living as both of milo’s small hands were occupied now instead of just one.

katsuki’s life looked like it had been generously cherished and lived in for a change.

and katsuki bakugo loved messes.

so as long as they were from you.

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Can we get like gf reader x bf shoto todoroki who has been dating eachother since third year and now their young adults just smth smutty w/ that? 👀

i love your fics btw <3

LOOK, ALL CLEAN | Shota Todoroki

synopsis: On a lazy Sunday designated for chores, you don Shoto’s oversized shirt and enters the laundry room unaware of the silent storm she’s about to unleash. Since high school, Shoto’s transformation has been quiet but seismic: once distant and clipped, he now moves with an unspoken confidence, speaks only when necessary, and lets his touch convey everything he means.

content: smut.

Shoto swears he hasn't changed since high school.

But oh—how he had changed.

Not in the gaudy manner of others who dress their transformation in jewels and noise, who parade their growth for claps and gasps. No, his metamorphosis was quiet—like winter melting into spring. A subtle thing. The kind that blooms behind your back and only shows its face when you turn and find yourself breathless.

For one, he spoke a little more now. Holds your gaze longer as though it were something precious, not a thing to be feared. Touched with intention, not like the hesitation of a baby deer.

He was still quiet—always had been. Now, it made your breath catch when he looked at you from across a room. Now, he didn’t pull back when he wanted you. He was just bold.

Just like now.

You were barefoot on the laundry room tiles, the dryer vibrating softly behind you, humming warmth against your calves. His shirt hung off your frame—big, soft, barely buttoned—and you weren’t wearing anything beneath it.

You hadn’t meant to tempt him. It was cleaning day. You were supposed to be folding towels. But when he passed by the open doorway and saw you stretched up to reach the top shelf, the shirt riding up just enough to bare the curve of your thighs—he didn’t say anything.

He just walked in. Calm. Silent.

Shoto’s arms wrapped around you, strong and steady, pulling you closer until your back pressed against his chest. The warmth of his body felt like an anchor, grounding you as the quiet hum of the dryer and your racing heartbeat filled the space.

His chin came to rest gently on your shoulder, his breath warm against the soft skin of your neck. For a moment, he just stayed there, silent, his presence comforting and suffocating all at once. But then, without a word, his lips brushed against your skin, soft, slow kisses that trailed down your shoulder, each one deliberate, tender.

You shivered at the sensation, the gentle pressure of his lips like a promise, his breath warm and steady against your pulse. His hands moved to your waist, holding you tighter, and he nipped at the skin just beneath your ear, the sensation sending a wave of heat through your entire body.

"You smell like laundry detergent," he murmured, his voice low and teasing, though his lips never stopped their path of affection, kissing your neck now, lingering just a little longer than the last.

You turned your head slightly, feeling his lips ghost over your skin, and caught a glimpse of the smirk tugging at the corner of his mouth, even as his eyes softened, the heat in them unmistakable. “Do I?” you whispered, your voice barely audible, struggling to maintain control, to stop the way your body was leaning into his.

As Shoto’s hands roamed lower, the air between you thickened with unspoken desire. His touch was methodical, like he was trying to memorize every curve of your body, every dip and rise. His fingers traced the outline of your waist, skimming the sensitive skin beneath your shirt, sending jolts of heat through you. Each touch, each brush of his fingers, feather-light, and you felt the weight of it, the way he claimed you without saying a word.

He continued to kiss your neck, the pressure of his lips firm, possessive, as he made his way down, leaving small hickies in his wake—each one marking you, making you gasp, the sensation both sweet and stinging. His breath was hot against your skin, every kiss deeper, more urgent, as though he couldn’t get enough of you.

“Shoto,” you breathed, your voice trembling as his fingers slipped under the hem of the shirt, teasing the soft skin of your stomach.

He didn’t respond with words. Instead, his hand slid around your waist, pulling you even closer, your body now pressed fully against his. He could feel every inch of you, your heartbeat a rhythmic pulse against his chest.

With a quick movement, his lips found the sensitive spot beneath your ear, and he kissed it softly, his teeth grazing your skin, the hint of a bite making your breath catch. He knew what he was doing—knew exactly how to push you to the edge, how to make you ache for him.

“You’re mine aren't you?” he whispered against your skin, his voice low . “Every inch of you.”

His hands slid lower, deliberate and slow, anchoring at your hips before pulling you back against him—flush, breath-stealingly close. You felt him then, hard and unyielding, the evidence of his desire pressing against the curve of your ass.

His lips didn’t falter. They trailed fire along your neck, marking you with heat and hunger, each kiss blooming into another bruise of want. His other hand wandered higher, fingers brushing over the swell of your chest, teasing the soft curve through your shirt like he meant to memorize the shape of you.

You shifted—instinctively, desperately—just enough to pull back from the ache building low in your belly. But the movement only made him hold you tighter, drawing you deeper into the cradle of his body.

A sound escaped you. Soft. Unintended. A moan that trembled on the edge of surprise and something far more dangerous.

Shoto stilled.

Then, like a tide pulling in, he leaned close—his lips brushing the shell of your ear, his voice low, calm, threaded with something far more intense than curiosity.

“Feeling good?”

Your breath hitched.

You dipped your head, eyes cast down, shame and desire warring beneath your skin. Your fingers curled tighter around the warm body of the humming dryer, like it could anchor you. Shoto’s hand, still steady on your jaw, coaxed your gaze back to the mirror.

And there it was.

Truth, laid bare in your reflection: eyes glassy, lips parted, a flush blooming across your cheeks like a secret you couldn’t keep. You looked wrecked—bewildered by your own surrender, but too far gone to feign resistance.

One of his hands remained still between your thighs, heat pooling where his palm rested, unmoving yet unbearable. The other cradled your jaw, fingers soft but firm, guiding you to watch—to see. To feel.

He didn’t rush. Didn’t speak. Just stood behind you, pressed close, his presence a silent weight you could feel in your spine, in your breath. He hadn’t moved, not really—but you were surrounded all the same. Cloaked in him.

Your breathing came shallow, the quiet hum of the dryer a distant murmur beneath the drumbeat of your pulse. The mirror didn’t lie—this was no innocent moment, no chance encounter. This was deliberate. Intimate. Inevitable.

“You didn’t answer me,” he murmured, voice thick and low, brushing your ear like smoke curling around the wick before the flame catches. “Are you feeling good?”

You tried to swallow, but the words caught like honey at the back of your throat. You gave the smallest nod, almost imperceptible—but not to him.

He saw everything when it came to you.

“Use your words, baby,” he said, softer now. Like a promise. One hand slipped higher, skimming the inside of your thigh, pausing just where it ached most. The other still held your face, eyes locked with yours in the glass. “Or I’ll stop.”

The thought made your grip tighten, knuckles blanching as you clung to the edge of the dryer like it might save you.

Your voice came out breathless, a confession whispered through parted lips.

“Yes, Sho,” you said, barely more than air. “I feel good.”

The smirk in the mirror widened, but his eyes—they stayed molten. He dipped his head, pressing a slow, open-mouthed kiss to the curve where your neck met your shoulder. Your body arched into him instinctively.

“You make it hard to be patient,” he whispered, his teeth grazing skin that already felt scorched from his attention. “Walking around like this…”

“I wasn’t trying to tease you,” you murmured, even though your voice shook with want.

“I know,” he said, kissing lower, tongue flicking against your collarbone. “That’s what makes it worse.”

With that, his fingers finally slid between your thighs, gentle but deliberate. You gasped, body jolting from the contact, and he groaned against your skin—a real, guttural sound that made your knees buckle just slightly.

His free arm wrapped around your middle, keeping you upright, his chest pressed firm against your back as his fingers moved—lazy, tormentingly slow over your clothed clit . He was teasing you now, and he knew it.

“Shoto,” you whimpered, voice trembling like a taut wire, “please—”

“You don’t even know what you’re asking for,” he murmured, voice husky with restraint.

“I do,” you whispered, turning your head just enough for your lips to brush his jaw. “I want you.”

Something cracked open in him at that. Not fast—not violent—but with the slow certainty of melting ice. He spun you gently, pressing you back against the warm machine. His hands settled on your hips, and he looked at you like he was trying to memorize you.

“Then you’ll have me,” he said, voice barely above a whisper. “Every way you want.”

He lifts you up onto the dryer, near its edge his warm palm adjusts your legs, and he dropped to his knees in front of you, hands trailing down your thighs, fingers spreading to grip them softly—like he was anchoring himself. His breath was warm against your skin, and his eyes were on you, half-lidded, dark with intent.

He blinked slowly, lips parting like he’d just realized he was kneeling in front of something holy.

“You’re…” he started, voice a little too quiet, like it might break if he spoke too loudly and then he smiled. “Can't believe, you’re not wearing anything under this.” he dragged his fingers against your pussy.

You felt the heat rise to your face, but you didn’t look away. Just clutched the fabric of his shirt tighter, your knuckles brushing the top of his head.

His tongue dragged slowly across his fingers, collecting every trace of your slick with a soft, guttural hum in the back of his throat. His eyes never left yours, and the second his tongue made contact—your whole body shuddered.

A sharp gasp escaped your lips, unfiltered, as heat flushed down your chest and pooled low in your belly. Your knees buckled slightly, only held up by the firm grip he still had on your thighs.

Out of character. Unrecognizable eyes accustomed to his own fevered lust. The way he licked his fingers—deliberate, like he was savoring you—had your breath catching hard in your throat.

“Shoto—” you whispered, barely able to find your voice, your grip on his shirt tightening, bunching the fabric against your chest like you needed something—anything—to ground yourself.

Your thighs instinctively pressed together, but he was already between them, spreading you open again with just the weight of his palms and the gravity in his gaze.

“You—God, you can’t just do that,” you managed to say, your voice trembling.

His lips curved into something soft but sinful, a slow smirk dragging at the corner of his mouth, even as the blush stayed painted across his cheeks.

“Why not?” he asked quietly, voice like silk and smoke. He almost resembled a pouting puppy. “You taste too good not to.”

Your breath hitched. His words were so calm, but there was a tremble behind them—like he was holding himself back. Barely.

“I felt how wet you were just from my fingers,” he murmured, leaning in closer, the heat of his breath ghosting over your thighs. “What do you think’s going to happen when I use my tongue?”

Your eyes fluttered shut for a second, overwhelmed by the promise in his voice, the hunger on his tongue.

“Shoto,” you whimpered, softer now—needy, exposed.

His movements didn’t slow. In fact, Shoto’s pace quickened, as though he couldn’t get enough of the way you moaned, the way your body responded to him. Every stroke of his tongue was relentless, like he was marking you, claiming you in ways words couldn’t.

You couldn’t hold back the sounds that escaped you—soft gasps, whimpers, your hips instinctively rolling toward his mouth, urging him closer. Every flick of his tongue sent a jolt of pleasure so powerful, your head fell back against the dryer with a soft thud.

"Shoto..." you whimpered again, voice strained, your fingers gripping the edge of the dryer so tight you thought you might bruise.

He paused just for a second, pulling back to look up at you, eyes glazed with desire, his face slick from the way he’d been tasting you. He looked wrecked, like he was barely holding himself together.

“You feel so good, baby,” he breathed, his voice hoarse, almost desperate. His hands slid up your thighs to your waist, lifting you slightly to change the angle, and the shift made your body tremble in anticipation.

Without warning, he dove back in, his tongue working you over again with renewed intensity. He was hungry—for you, for the way you tasted, for the way you were falling apart in his hands. Each flick and swirl of his tongue brought you closer to the edge, your pulse quickening, your body buzzing with every breath.

“Shoto,” you gasped, a strangled cry slipping from your lips as the pleasure intensified, that tight coil in your belly tightening with every second.

He didn’t answer, but the way he sucked at your clit, his tongue circling in slow, torturous strokes, was more than enough to make you writhe beneath him. You couldn’t keep still—your body demanded release, and Shoto was determined to give it to you.

His hands gripped your hips now, holding you steady as he increased the pressure, making your back arch, your fingers scrambling to find something to hold on to. His hair, your hot face. the machine? The sounds you were making were desperate now—slutty, less controlled—and it only seemed to drive him wilder.

“You’re close,” he murmured against you, his lips still pressed to your core, the sound of his voice vibrating through you, “Come for me, baby.”

That was all it took.

With a sharp gasp, your entire body tightened. The coil inside you snapped, and you came—hard. Your back arched of wall you collapsed to, your legs trembling as the waves of pleasure crashed over you. Shoto didn’t stop, didn’t hesitate. He held you through it, his tongue working you through the orgasm, each movement sending shockwaves of sensation through your already overstimulated body.

You could barely catch your breath. The echo of your orgasm still pulsed in your limbs, leaving you loose, pliant, and aching all at once.

But Shoto wasn’t done.

His hand didn’t leave you—it only shifted. Gentle at first, coaxing you down from the high, his palm cradling the soft, trembling space between your thighs. Then, with a quiet inhale against your skin, he slipped one finger inside you.

You jerked—a soft, startled cry escaping your throat as overstimulation bloomed like fire through your belly.

"Shh," he murmured, brushing his mouth against the curve of your jaw, featherlight. "Just one. Let me."

The pad of his finger pressed deeper, finding that spot again—so effortlessly, like your body was made to respond to him. And then the other hand returned, thumb tracing lazy, torturous circles, not too fast, not too hard—just right. Just enough to make your hips twitch.

“No—Sho, I can’t,” you whispered, voice cracked and breathless, one hand reaching down to still his wrist.

Your fingers curled around him, weakly trying to halt the flood building again—but he only leaned closer, pressing a kiss to your open mouth. Not forceful. Not rushed. Just a kiss, slow and grounding. One that turned your protests to whimpers.

You melted into it, your grip faltering, falling away.

That’s when he crooked his finger.

The reaction was immediate—your whole body tensed like a bow drawn taut. Your head tipped back, he cushions it with his own hand, your mouth falling open with a soft, desperate gasp. Heat curled low again, impossibly sharper this time, like lightning crackling through soaked skin.

And then—

You broke.

It was different this time. Harsher. Deeper. A wave that ripped through you and dragged you under. You felt it before you even understood it—the wet gush, the tightening of your core, the way your hips bucked helplessly against his hand.

You squirted—loud, wet, unstoppable.

Your legs gave out, barely held upright by the wall at your back and Shoto’s arm at your waist. He held you steady, fingers still coaxing every last shiver from you, his lips at your temple, murmuring quiet praise like scripture.

“There it is,” he whispered. “That’s it, baby. Let it out.”

You collapsed into him, chest heaving, face flushed, the aftershocks still trembling through your limbs. "Sho" you moaned, as he slowly smoothing over your twitching pussy.

He drew back just enough to look at you—his eyes dark but gentle, his thumb wiping a stray tear from your cheek. He kissed the corner of your mouth, his breath mixing with yours.

“Did so well for me,” he said, voice hoarse with restraint and reverence. “Didn’t think you could—but you did. You gave it to me.”

And all you could do was nod, dazed and breathless, as he gathered you into his arms like you were something precious.

Because to him—you were.

“You okay?” he asked, his voice soft, almost tender, as he gently stroked his thumb along the inside of your thigh.

You couldn’t form words for a moment. You were still coming down from the high, but when you finally managed to catch your breath, all you could do was nod, your fingers reaching for him, pulling him up to your lips.

And without a word, you kissed him. Deep. Hot. As though you were trying to pull him into your very soul, desperate to feel him close after everything he’d just done.

A/n: Sorry for the late response to this request. Its exam season I am imprisoned.

[sugarwarachan]

mornings with shouto - mdni

is this a format yall would want more of? bakugou here. domesticity kink going brrrrr

nothing makes shouto todoroki happier than lazy, sleepy mornings with you. seeing you enveloped in his sheets after he wrenched orgasm after orgasm from you the night before makes his heart practically ache it feels so good

he’s already an early riser, but he makes it a goal to wake up before you anyway. he likes being the only person to see you like this, sleeping so soundly your cheeks have creases from the pillowcase. smoothes back your hair and kisses your forehad before padding off to the kitchen to watch YouTube tutorials on how to make pancakes

wakes you up with a full breakfast platter and a soft, “morning, love” before pulling back the covers and settling in beside you. is actually the clingiest man alive and cannot fathom why you wouldn’t want to be pressed skin-to-skin whenever the chance presents itself

uses the back of his thumb to capture syrup on your lip, groans into your mouth when you swirl your tongue around the digit

“sweetheart,” he laughs, hand on the back of your neck, tugging you closer, “i’m supposed to be feeding you breakfast,” before covering your mouth with his

lays down and drags your hips up to his face, “time for my breakfast, sweet girl” nosing your clit and licking through your folds with a desperate, drawn-out groan

pushes your pajama top up to play with your tits while you cum on his face, lapping up your juices with a feral-like glee, “yessss, love, fucking perfect for me. keep rocking your hips like that, sweetheart, good fucking job, see how good you feel?”

puts on something soft to listen to while cleaning you up, raining down praise as he kneads your tired muscles back to life

[dollyfetti]

“kiss me.”

“i’ve never kissed before.”

you roll your eyes with a small giggle. “shoto,” you start warmly, scooting closer to him on your bed. “you don’t need to know how..” you pause, trying to find the right words while the boy blinks back at you with a blank expression like always.

“it’s easy! like.. just..!” you demonstrate with a little pucker of your lips and squeeze of your eyes, bringing a very tiny smile onto shoto’s lips. he has to admit to himself, he’s a little nervous. he wants to be good, but how can he be good at something he’s never done?

“will you kiss me kindly?” he murmurs, white lashes kissing his cheeks as he blinks at you like a curious cat.

your toothy smile widens and you nod immediately. “sho, i will kiss you so kind, midoriya will seem like a jerk.”

he frowns, shaking his head a bit. “he could never be-”

“i know, i know,” you cut him off with a soft grin.

you look down, watching his hand press flat against his knee, like he’s unsure of what to do with it. you hum, taking it into yours. he follows your gaze, frown melting into his little smile once more as your fingers roll over his skin.

when he looks back up, you’re already admiring him. it’s a thing you do, where you silently take in every inch of his face.

your eyes flicker to his lips and you lean just a little closer. you hear his small inhale, and internally coo at your shy boy. “i’m going to kiss you now, okay?” you mumble, still caressing his hand with utmost care.

“yes.” he murmurs back, closing his eyes. “go ahead, sweet girl.”

the nickname brings a pitter patter to your heart, and that’s the push you need to press your lips against his. they’re soft, not that you expected anything less. they’re hesitant and awkward, but filled with love anyhow, and you find yourself giddy at the fact that he’s taking his time.

his lips rub against yours in a nervous manner, but his hand squeezes yours a bit before bringing his other up to cup your cheek. he even opens his eyes for a few seconds to see the happy look on your face before pulling back with an exhale of relief.

“good, right?” you say with a coo, leaning your face against his hand unconsciously.

his face softens more, if that’s even possible, and he nods gently. “yes. very good, i think.”

[isenkus]

YOU GET NAILS INSPIRED BY THEM

☆ izuku midoriya, katsuki bakugo, shoto todoroki, hanta sero, hitoshi shinso, keigo takami. fem! reader. implied post timeskip for everyone except keigo!

© 21280. please do not copy, translate or repost! rbs appreciated.

[kitkat13001]

⊹₊⟡⋆ 𝚘𝚑, 𝚒𝚏 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚖𝚎𝚍𝚒𝚊 𝚌𝚘𝚞𝚕𝚍 𝚜𝚎𝚎 𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚖 𝚗𝚘𝚠…

⤷ mha x f!reader (use of she/her pronouns, fem. relationship labels)

⭑ number-one hero deku, sitting on the couch across from his girlfriend in his pajamas, applying matching green face masks and giggling at the mess they’re making

⭑ cold and formidable pro-hero shoto, cross-legged on the wood-paneled floor with his wife as they share a bottle of wine, despite the large vacant table and long vacant counter, laughing quietly about the most recent scandal at work

⭑ great explosion murder god dynamight, begging for mercy as his fiancée sits atop his chest grinning triumphantly and tickling him without remorse, his eyes watering and lungs burning because she knows exactly the spot that makes him unravel 

⭑ fashion icon pinky, known for her model-worthy looks, bundled up in blankets and stolen hoodies and mismatched socks and sweatpants with her girlfriend as the two of them binge-watch all five seasons of riverdale 

⭑ charming and dashing hero chargebolt, sitting in front of the tv at seven am, sharing a blanket with his fiancée and watching cartoons and eating cereal because neither of them wanted to cook and definitely not resembling two responsible adults whose wedding is in two months

⭑ the ever cool and composed ingenium absolutely losing his shit because his wife was unaware that the dominos pasta containers are aluminum and cannot go in the microwave, as they found out the hard way, the pair now staring at a crispy microwave and charred countertop

⭑ sweet and kind uravity who becomes an absolute menace when up against her girlfriend at mario kart because they agreed the loser would do the dishes and she refuses to even touch that mountain of plates after tamale night 

⭑ the manliest of all heroes, red riot, who swears there is no manlier thing than going for drive-thru at one in the morning with his fiancée in the passenger seat because they had a fry craving

masterlist — dividers by @/cafekitsune

[heartz-for-de]

Fluffy shower with todoroki??? Just fluffiness and kisses!!!

Tysm for the request!!

I’m still working on characterization for all of them mha boys so this might be straight dog ass but ofc!!!

WARNINGS- naked bodies, eludes to smut, not much lol

Summary- after a long day, all shoto wants is to shower with his pretty little wife.

———

You sat on your shared bed reading a book that had been recommended by a friend. You couldn’t help but miss your husbands presence, thoughts of him breaking your concentration.

You sighed, laying the hard cover book on your nightstand.

You knew he was supposed to be home soon, there was no need to fret over the pro hero.

Just as you were about to pick up your phone to check his location, you heard a door open. You jumped out of bed, the phone long forgotten, as you ran to the main entry way.

“Sho! You’re home!” You nearly shouted out of excitement, seeing your very dirty husband by the front door.

He smiled at you, watching you quickly walk up to him to hug him.

“Baby, I am so terribly dirty. I do not think you want to hug me right now.” He sighed, slightly stepping back from you.

“I don’t care, jus’ wanna touch you.” You mumbled out throwing your arms over his broad shoulders.

He smiled into your neck, letting a small Huff of air through his nostrils.

“ missed you so much, sho.” You said into his chest,

“Mm, I know. I missed you just as much.” He returned.

You pulled back and looked at the hero’s clothes.

“Good gosh, you weren’t joking about the dirty thing sho, you are filthy!” You laughed out, pulling completely away from him.

“I’m aware, I can feel the dirt covering my cheeks.” He said, softly brushing off his cheeks. He examined his own unirform, scoffing at the stains littered throughout the fabric.

“Mhmm—y’know, I think my dirty boy needs a shower.” You teased through a smile.

His eyes snapped up to your own.

“Are you insinuating that you want to take a shower with me?” He asked, still frozen in place.

You let out a soft giggle.

“Yes, sho, I want to take a shower with you.” You looked through those pretty eye lashes that almost had his knees giving out on the spot.

He did nothing but nodded and took off his shoes, waiting for you to lead the way to your shared bathroom.

You did just that, taking his hand and almost jogged to the tiled room.

Once inside shoto let out a sigh.

You wrapped your arms around his slim waist and looked up at him.

“Want me to help you take this off, handsome?” You asked, feeling the tension leave his frame.

“Yes, please.” He mumbled out, his eyes closing slightly.

You slowly helped him remove the dirtied uniform, laughing at the skin discoloration from his face to his chest.

“Sho, you look like you got a bad tan!” You nearly cackled at the sight of your doe eyed husband.

He didn’t quite understand why it was so funny, but he let a smile crack just from watching you giggle at him. He didn’t need to understand. As long as you were laughing, he’d think it was the funniest thing in the world,

Once he was completely freed from his clothes he watched your own form remove your clothes, taking each item off slowly with grace. He sat for a moment and admired your body, even as the two of you were married he felt the red hot blood rush to his face—and other places— at the sight of you.

You had already turned the water on, sticking your hand in to feel the temperature. Once you deemed it the right one, you stepped in carefully.

As you did, shoto was broken from his trance. He followed behind you.

For a moment the two of you just stood in the shower, letting the water soak your frames.

You then turned around to face him.

“Here, let me clean you off.” You said softly. Shotos eyes softened at your acts of love.

He allowed you to rub the soot off of his face, watching the concentration fill your features. Your hands gently worked all over his face and hair, trying to rid it of the darkish tint.

“What even happened, sho?” You asked him, you knew exactly what it was. You keep a very sharp eye on the news whenever your husband is out. You just wanted to hear his velvet voice ring through your ears.

“Jus’ a villain attempting to rob a store, he controlled dust. Looked like a sandstorm.” He recalled the young boy sending dust flying all over him.

You laughed slightly. Shoto by no means was considered funny, but when he made you laugh? He felt like he could’ve been the funniest comedian there ever was.

“Right, checks out with your hair.” You said, grabbing shampoo off of the shower shelf to start washing his hair.

Before you did you looked up at him.

“May I?” You asked.

“You can do whatever you want to me, don’t have to ask.” He said, his voice almost a whisper.

You froze, just looking at him in awe. For a moment shoto thinks he said something wrong, quick to quirk his eyebrow up.

“It’s so unfair..” you grumble out while beginning to scrub the shampoo into his partially clean hair. He looked at you with more confusion.

“What is unfair, did something I do make you upset?” He questioned, His eyes filled a tinge of worry.

“The opposite sho. You always know exactly what to say, but you don’t even know it! You just have such a natural charm.” You responded. He groaned at the feeling of your nails scrubbing his scalp, the water slowly washing all the remaining shampoo out.

“Mm, thank you? I am going to receive that as a compliment.” He said, his eyes closed. His hands found their way to your waist.

You smiled and let out a small laugh again, and shoto pulls you closer from the sound.

Once the soap was gone he opened his eyes, looking back into your own.

He felt the tension change, what was once simple domestic love turned quickly into thick desire. You wrapped your arm arms around his neck, slightly pulling him down to meet your lips.

He had zero restraint as he craned his neck, his lips merging with your own to create a sensual and messy kiss.

One of your arms broke form his neck, instead moving down to trace his stomach and muscles. He let out a gasp from the sensation. He felt his heart pick up pace as he deepened the kiss, his thoughts turning into nothing but you and your soft lips.

He pulled away slowly, causing you to whine.

“I love you, I just wanted to let you know that.” He muttered, out of breath from the heated kiss.

“Sho, we are naked in the shower and making out. I know you do, baby.” You smiled, his favorite lopsided grin you gave him every once in a while.

“I love you too.” You finished, bringing your lips back to his, this time it didn’t hold any type of lust or heat behind it, it was just love. His favorite kind of kisses form you, the soft ones that led to nothing more than sweet whispers under blankets. Don’t get him wrong he loved every type of kiss though, especially the messy make outs.

There was just something so raw about the way you showed your entire heart to him through those soft kisses that made his heart swell in adoration.

You pulled back and blinked slowly.

“Not to ruin this moment or anything, but I can feel your dick against my stomach sho.” You gave him a teasing smile, his now hard dick sticking up against the two of you.

“It is a natural reaction when I see you, I apologize.” He muttered, although his eyes held no true shame or embarrassment.

“It’s alright sho, I’ll handle it for you.” You said seductively.

Shoto pulled you in for another kiss, the steam of the shower surrounding you two.

“I’d appreciate nothing more.” He said in between kisses.

———

This is longer than I thought it was going to be oops….. lololol but I hope you like it! ALSO did not proof read very well so I apologize now for grammatical errors!

[kurokawaia]

BABY, YOU UP? 彡 Bakugou, Shoto, Dabi, Aizawa

| MDNI - 18+ | WARNINGS :: bakugou x fem!reader, hawks x fem!reader, dabi x fem!reader, x fem!reader, shoto x fem!reader, slight somnophilia!, pet names 'doll' 'baby' 'good girl' 'slut', voice kink, hair tugging, implied d/s in aizawas, praise, oral -> male recieving, possession + more? MINI ONESHOTS. total wc :: 2.7k

⋆·˚ ༘ *REQUEST :: Could you please write a headcannon about you wake the mha boys in the middle of the night because u are horny and wanna fuck but they have a mission in the morning. But reader is being a needy slut and they cant resist her. (pls with dabi,katsuki,Aizawa and maybe shoto or anyone you like). Could u please write is very nsfw/suggestive👉👈🙂‍↔️Thaaank u so muuch! - @carokitten

DABI

This man is knocked out, when he says he is going to sleep, he is going to sleep and not waking up unless it's important. What's important right now for him? Waking up for his mission tomorrow which (to him) is an ungodly time in the morning (7am). What's important to you? Quenching that heat that's blooming in your lower abdomen as you had just woken up from a particularly nasty dream with Dabi. He's dead asleep—sprawled shirtless, half the blanket kicked off, scarred chest rising and falling steadily.

You couldn't help yourself crawl over him, straddling his waist, kissing his neck and tugging at his pants, whispering, "Please, Dabi... I need you."

He groans, cracking one eye open with a lazy smirk. "You’re fuckin’ serious right now, doll? Got a raid at 7 AM."

Your hips grind against him and your voice turns breathy, whispering, "Can’t help it… you’re so warm and I just wanna be full of you…"

His hand grabs your throat gently, lips curling up. "Tch. You’re lucky I like when you beg."

He flips you over, mouth hot on your skin. "Guess they can wait a little longer for me, huh?" And his didn't waste a second longer pulling up your black silk night gown and pulling your thong to the side, arousal connecting to the cotton. The smirk on Dabi's face deepens, "Needy slut, you are," he murmurs against your neck. "Good thing you're all mine."

All you could do was helplessly nod as a whimper spills past your lips when you feel scared hands tightly hold the backs of your thighs, pushing your legs up beside your head, folding your body into a tight mating press. It didn't take him a second longer to take his semi hard cock out. and to push it into your sopping cunt. 

A loud moan emits from your throat from the sudden contact, and feeling his cock grow hard inside you, pressing immediately against that soft spot inside your cunt, making your silky walls clench tight around his length. "Fuck," you whimper, trying to squirm away but you couldn't, you were to tight under him.

Your poor body being folded in such a position this early in the morning was not ideal.. but you did ask for it, so you can't do too much complaining. "Ah ah ah," he tuts, slowly thrusting into your pussy, a lewd squelching noise sounding through your shared room. Your knees were already beginning to ache but you can't move, not until he gets off you. "You're going to take all of it, doll. Every single inch of me."

"M'kay," you mumble, whines spilling in with your words, your hair sprawled out on the bed as you could feel a coil tighten in your stomach as he continued to make an absolute mess of you.

Dabi lowers down to your trembling body, tingles were getting sent all throughout your body from the kiss, he was being so rough yet deep. The breath was stolen from your lungs every time he moaned into your own, and you had the same effect on him.

"Such a good slut," he hums against your skin, inhaling your naturally sweet scent.

"Feels s' full though, Touya," you sob. "Don't think I can anymore."

"You asked for this, so you're going to take it all."

BAKUGOU

Bakugou is out cold, his face buried in the pillow and his hair is a mess as he snores very softly, only just a little bit. While you have tried to get yourself to finish, twice, but you haven't even gotten close to how your man does it to you, your fingers don't compare to his own and you weren't going to come down from your pleasure. You weren't, not until you had your release. Katsuki has ruined that pleasure for you because now you can't even do anything yourself anymore, you need to have him help you.

You couldn't take it anymore as a frustrated whimper softly escapes your lips, pressing your bare chest against his back, hand slipping under the covers to palm him.

He jolts awake, confused as he rolls onto his back. "The fuck you doin’? It’s—" Katsuki checks the digital clock on his bedside table and he lets out a sigh. "—3 in the fuckin’ morning, baby."

Two of your fingers hook around his boxers, a pout rising on your lips as you tug gently on the cotton. "I’m sorry... I just... need you... so bad, Kats'."

His breath stutters when your fingers move from the hem, going lower, and trace his semi hard cock causing sparks to flow through his veins at your gentle touch. "You tryna kill me before this goddamn mission?" he says before letting out a deep breathy sigh, his dick fully hardened under your hand.

You were about to say something in reply before you were quickly grabbed by the hips, throws you under him, your breasts squished up against the bed and your legs spread my Katsuki's knees, leaving you completely immobile as you couldn't even attempt to squirm out the position. "Hope you’re ready to take responsibility then, baby."

If there was one thing you knew, it was that Bakugou is rougher when he's tired, less patient with you and he will not stop until you're crying out his name. And that's exactly what he was doing.

Fat, hot, tears stream from your eyes and all Bakugou could do was smirk at the sight. If you wanted to be needy and get fucked, that is exactly what he was going to give you. The only gracious thing he had done so far was putting a pillow under your hips before letting your body rest fully down on the bed. This was more so for him rather than you... he needed a good angle to fuck you good. 

Bakugou's mass pressing down against your back. His abs were flush against your back, hands gripping the backs of your own, pressing them into the bed. Bakugou's breath tickled your ear and you wiggled your head at the warm sensation, your core getting wetter, your body trying to squirm away from the imposing hold that he had on you.

Bakugou's hands moved slowly, changing his grip so that one of his hands held both of you over your head, being cautious not to get your hair entangled within the movement. A content sigh leaves your mouth when Bakugou raises his body ever so slightly, trailing his free hand down the expanse of your smooth back before his fingers meet your slick entrance, filled with his cum from previous rounds.

"I'll make sure you're filled up real nice," he mutters against your ear before taking a nibble at the collagen, you let out a gasp at the sudden action.

Then you felt a heavy, throbbing tip press against your clit once more and you moaned from the small touch. You tried to squirm away from the pleasurable cause but couldn't as Bakugou knew your body more than you did yourself, he knew you were gonna try to run from his body due to the pleasure. So, he pressed his weight against you once more.

You held your breath when Bakugou sank his throbbing cock into your spongey walls, his length getting squeezed by every ridge within your soaked cunt. A moan left both of your mouths as Bakugou's length nudged the deepest spot within you.

"That's it, your cunt knows me so well," Bakugou moans, relishing in the way your walls clench him, how could he not want to cum inside, you feel so good. "Still taking me so good, baby." The praise makes your brain go fuzzy, numb from the pleasure. Yes, this is exactly what you needed. 

SHOTO

If Shoto is anything, he is 100% a light sleeper, so you can't even get out some enjoyment, so the second you shift from his hold and place your hands onto his chest, he doesn't miss it, slowly he blinks open his eyes. The first thing he can register, is the lusted gaze that has coated your face and the arousal soaking his body, yours and his own.

"Is something wrong?" he asks groggily. You look up at him with flushed cheeks and teary eyes.

"No, I just… I can’t sleep. I need you so bad, Sho'…"

His breath hitches, and his hand instinctively cups your cheek. "You… want to do that right now?" You lean down closer to him, lips barely grazing his own as you nod, grinding hard against him through your panties. Moans string from your moan when you feel him grow beneath you and Shoto closes his eyes, strewn in pleasure an his thoughts about the mission he has tomorrow.

His cheeks tint a soft red as he pauses his thoughts—mission? what mission?—he thinks sarcastically as he pulls your hips down harder. Number 2 heroing can come later...

"Okay. I’ll take care of you. Just try not to scream too loud… we still have to wake up early."

Shoto flips you around, pinning you to the bed with your arms and spreading your legs with his knees before capturing your lips into a deep and heavy kiss. He can feel your chest stuttering against his own with every breath he steals from you, along with the whimpers that escape your lips. Whimpers not only from the kiss but how his clothed cock perfectly slots against your bare cunt.

You didn't know how long you were going to hold out for...

But lets just say he definitely didn't disappoint you. 

AIZAWA

With Aizawa, you have to be careful around him, or else it wouldn't be a surprise, you have to be sneaking around to catch him off guard. So here you are, carefully straddling him, pressing slow kisses to his chest while he breaths deeply, still taken over by sleep, completely unaware of your advances.

You suck gently over his abs, then go lower, peppering kisses around and on the tuffs of his happy trail. A sigh of satisfaction leaves your mouth, if you had to do anything for the last time, this would be it because lord, you love his cock (and him).

A shift is felt beneath you and Aizawa's cock jumps beneath your throat before you felt fingers lacing through your hair. Aizawa tugs your hair, lifting your head up from his lower abdomen to meet his eyes, a moan falls past your lips at the gesture, your panties getting further soaked with arousal.

"And what are you doing?" he asks slowly, his voice rough and slightly scratchy from sleep which just made the heat grow bigger. Gods, you love his voice.

A sweet, sinful smile coats your lips and your hand trails down to his sweats, palming his semi-hard bulge through the fabric, "Just want you. Just for a bit. I’ll be good, I promise."

He sighs, already getting hard at the sight of you kneeling between his legs, eyes wide and needy. He desperately wanted to say he had a mission in five hours but he couldn't because he can't resist you, not at all. Aizawa lets out a sigh, mumbling, "What am I going to do with you?" before sitting up, back resting against the headboard. 

A sharp tug of your hair from Aizawa caused you to let out a pained moan, sending a pleasured shock to your heated core. Your face only a few mere inches away from his clothed, hard cock.  "Fine. But I'm using you. You started this—so you better not cry when I ruin that pretty throat of yours."

"I won't," you say, thighs clenching together, trying to relief the ache in your pussy, arousal slicking your thighs. As your doe eyes stare up into Aizawa's deep slate iris' you couldn't help but a pout befall your lips. "I promise," your fingers playing mindlessly with the hem of his sweats. 

Aizawa lets a gentle smirk rise before his free hand cups your jaw, thumb rubbing your bottom lips sensually before slipping his digit inside your mouth. Your tongue immediately wraps around his thumb, sucking slowly. "Such a good girl."

"Now get to work, sweetheart," Aizawa huffs, removing his thumb from your mouth.

Lowering your head, per your control and Aizawa's as his grip tightened around your hair, you pepper slow kisses over his hard cock, feeling the twitch come from his length after every kiss. "Don't tease," he grunts.

The roots of your head began to sting softly but it made you feel so good, and pleasuring Aizawa was more than you could ask for. Taking one last glance up, you watched him swallow the lump in his throat, eyes shut, waiting. You knew that if you pushed his too far, he'd use you in a way that have your neighbours worried from your screams.

The position you were in now, though, is perfect to suck him dry. You tug down the hem of his pants just enough to let his cock loose, long and thick, hitting just at his belly button. Gently, you grip his base, your free hand cupping his heavy balls, squeezing softly causing a a deep groan resonate from him. 

Angling his throbbing length towards you, you place a wet kiss on his tip, making sure your saliva drips down, wetting his cock. "That's it, good girl," Aizawa praises, and it only fuels your desire, your lower abdomen fluttering in response, pleasuring him makes you feel pleasured as well, because your oral fixation goes crazy. 

Dragging the flat of your tongue up the underside of his shaft, feeling the veins that sprung up to the head of his cock, deep groans are the only noises you hear, along with the wet slicking noises from the contact between your mouth and him. You spread the pre cum spilling from his slit before taking his throbbing length into your mouth. Your tongue swirled around his swollen pink tip before you took his cock further into your mouth.

"Deeper, sweetheart," he says, his hips trying not to thrust into your face. Aizawa was trying desperately not to fuck your mouth, wanting to see your lashes well with tears. A hum is muffled by his dick, the vibrations causing him to let out a deep moan. "Shit," he sighs, fuck.

Aizawa couldn't handle it anymore. If you're going to wake him up in the middle of the night, then you're getting what he gives. You gag on his length when he pushes your head down all the way to his base, your nose tickling his hair around his cock, your hand quickly makes contact with his thigh.

"That's it," he praises, moving your head at a pace he enjoyed, letting him take control. Aizawa started moving more quickly, which made you start crying even more. When you hollowed out your cheeks, he let out a stifled sigh that made him hesitate to approach further. He pulls away from you, his load spilling into your mouth. "Let me see."

You lift yourself up from his cock and stick out your tongue just for him, he lets two of his own fingers massage his cum on your tongue. "Good girl," he praises. "Swallow."

You nod, doing what he says.

"Are you feeling better?" Aizawa asks and you nod.

"Yeah!"

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honey's a/note:: i hope this was okay lmao, there def is grammar and punc mistakes in this but oh well, 3am is peak writing time for me, i should be working on my presentation thats due in a fornight but oh well. if anyone has any other characters for this idea lmk :) or maybe the reverse role 👀 i know that some of these were half asses but ill get back to them i swear