#mina humming to herself and cooking

[sanarkeo]

don't stop, play your video game

mina finds it hard to focus when she’s getting eaten out.

alternatively: spying on your gf gives you some really great ideas! gamer!mina x f!reader smut - kinda fluffy kinda vanilla - established wholesome relationship - idk if it counts as voyeurism...

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having a girlfriend who’s never had to want for anything, who’s always been more of a giver than a taker, has made special occasions slightly difficult. your anniversary’s coming around again and you’re stuck on what gift you can get her next. another lego set you both can spend a night putting together? artisan yarn to add to her growing knitting pile?

you know that whatever you do give her, she’d love it regardless. last year’s was a home cooked meal with her favorite dishes followed by a movie marathon on that new monitor you got her (and of course she insisted on stepping in and helping you with the chopping, and was the one who did all the tech set up). you still remember how content she looked, her head resting on your shoulder as you snuggled under the blankets. this year though, you want to get her something extra special, and you’re willing to use any means necessary to find out what exactly it is that myoui mina wants.

standing outside the door to her study, you feel the lightest pang of guilt hit your stomach for observing her like this. mina’s always treasured her alone time and you surmise she’s probably just playing that one video game she, chaeyoung and tzuyu have been hooked on recently. you press your ear to the wooden door and hear a muffled buzzing noise. it’s oddly familiar.

curiosity got the better of you and so you turn the handle and open the door ever so slightly, as quietly as possible. peering in, you see mina slumped in her chair in nothing but her baby blue tie-dye hoodie pressing a vibrator to her pussy. you’re honestly glad she has those noise canceling headphones on because she’s making the softest, sweetest grunts and hums as she massages it onto her clit. it’s taking everything in you to not rush in and please her.

when you tear your gaze away from her trembling form and take a look at her monitor, it takes a while to register what’s on her screen, but your jaw drops. mina’s watching porn. of someone getting sucked off while they’re playing zelda on the switch. it makes you giggle a little - obviously, the nerdiest girl you’ve ever known would get off to something like this.

looking back at mina, you can tell she’s getting close by how tightly she’s screwing her eyes shut. yet, with one quivering hand keeping the vibrator steady, she reaches out and clicks on another video (this time with someone getting fucked with a controller in hand). as distracting as it is hearing the monotonous drone replaced by wet squelches when she abandons the vibrator and starts rubbing her clit, you think you might know what could be a good little surprise.

“a-ah- fuck…y/n...”

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you twiddle your toes on the lacquered hardwood and scrunch the hem of the hoodie you borrowed off of your girlfriend. the scent of her’s fading away, but still present on the plush cotton. you’ve seen mina naked a hundred times before (and you can’t help but stop and stare every single time). and yet, the image of her nipples, erect and rubbing against the inside of this same hoodie, of her touching herself, the cuffs of the sleeves gliding over smooth thighs - it makes you giddy.

“you can come in!” you hear her call out.

there’s this inexplicable psychic ability mina possesses that you haven’t yet gotten used to. but, the shock soothes the rising tension in your shoulders and you quickly let yourself in. it’s a quick clearing of your throat and a rubbing of your flushed cheeks before you allow yourself to meet your girlfriend’s gaze. she always regards you with a tender, sincere hue to her eyes, and it’s no different right now. she looks like she would give you the world, and in a way she has.

“i’m sorry angel, i’m in the middle of a game,” she apologizes with a pout, pulling a stool out from under her desk and patting the seat lightly. “but you can come and watch ‘til i’m done?”

if she hadn’t sneaked a look over to her screen and double clicked on something, you might’ve felt a tad bit sorry for what you’re going to do to her. you know mina as the kind of girlfriend who’s attentive to a fault; normally she’ll abandon everything to see that you’re well cared for. so it humbles and amuses you to watch her balance her attention between gawking at you and focusing on that convoluted game. tiptoeing her way, you quirk an eyebrow up as she examines what you’re wearing with darting eyes.

you throw out a rhetorical question: “playing league again?”

she’s played league everyday for over a week.

she sends you a nod and her signature gummy smile, then immediately snaps her head back to the monitor, her fingers fluttering over her keyboard as vivid circles form on the screen with a flurry of clicks. the sunshine rushes through her window to illuminate her silhouette. those bulky headphones look silly framed against her delicate features, but the way she clenches her jaw, the slope of it shifting up, makes you feel some type of way.

when her sight lands on you again, her mouth is set somewhat agape and she’s leering at your legs. “are you not cold, love?” after a couple more clacks of the keys, mina reaches out and strokes your bare skin with her knuckles. “you’re not wearing an awful lot,” she probes, and squeezes your thighs. she’s taking her time to skim the back of her hand over your knee, then to just under your hip. you shudder and the wool of her sweatshirt tickles you. you wonder for a second if she’s already clued into what you’re up to, or if maybe just this is enough to make her want to pin you down.

“you can warm me up then?”

she presses her tongue against her teeth while you pull her chair back. and for once, as you swing your leg to the other side and climb up on her lap, she looks at you for longer than a few beats. you slide your hands under her sweatshirt and wrap your arms around her waist, gripping onto the small of her back. at the expense of blocking her view for the slightest bit, you give her the lightest kiss on the lips, then sneak another on her nose, near her mole.

“love, it’s ranked…” she trails off, drawing a staggered breath. mina’s trying to ignore the heat that’s emanating from between your upper thighs, the wetness that spread since she layed her palm on you. she’s trying to pretend she doesn’t want to take your lip between her teeth and suck ‘til it swells, but she’s bad at acting and you love how visible restraint shows on her face.

“luckily, i don’t know what that means,” you joke and draw heart shapes into her skin like some lovesick fool. her eyes fall to somewhere between your thighs and her lap and the tip of her tongue peeks out of her mouth. your hearts become spirals thinking about how it’d feel on your heat. you clear your throat.

“focus on your game baby. don’t want you to lose, do i?”

you push her chin away and pause until you’re sure she’s got some of her attention back on her match. when you hear the clicking of her mouse and the striking of keys, you decide it’s a worthy distraction to begin bunching up the fabric of the hoodie and adjust yourself on her lap. mina stops muttering about minions in the game (when did she start, again?) as soon as she feels the warm, damp lace of your underwear pressed onto her thigh. you love how the curve of it arches perfectly to kiss your covered clit.

your girlfriend tries to gulp down her arousal: “honey…”

“yes?”

“i can’t… i can’t focus when you’re like this.”

mina has such telltale signs for when she’s turned on and you’ve memorized every single one of them. the way she starts breathing so hard with the erratic rising and falling of her chest, it nearly looks like she’s panting. the way she purses her lips, forming a little line. the way you can feel her contain and control her lust for you with how she doesn’t know what to do with her hands.

they’re trembling in mid-air.

you can feel the thumping of her heartbeat on your chest when you give her cheek a peck. “yes you can, baby. concentrate on it,” you’re trying to be encouraging, yet you grind down onto her thigh, feeling the muscles in her leg tense up.

“do it for me, babe?”

she gulps, feeling you stain her sweatpants. mina peers over your shoulder to wince at how badly she’s doing. she gives it another try, clicking and launching an attack furiously but is washed by defeat when she sees you strip the hoodie off, revealing a set of matching lilac lingerie.

“my mina’s said she’s been liking this color a lot lately, right?”

“princess, please…” with closed eyes, mina lifts her head, withdrawing her hands and gingerly placing them on your hips. her palms feel slightly cold, but it just sends jolts up your ribs. “i can’t- i really, i don’t know.”

abruptly, you get off mina’s lap, and her eyes pop open in surprise. “i think you know, you know what i wanna do.” you crawl on all fours to get under her desk, and situate yourself on your knees, right in front of her. you have the perfect view of her thighs, now squeezed closed. your eyes trail the veins along her arms till they stop at the smallest hint of her tummy peeking through.

“didn’t you hear me?”

she cocks her head.

“d’you rather me do this while you’re playing zelda?”

she blinks slowly then looks down but away from you. a hand moves up to cover her mouth.

“how many times have you seen me?” she asks, and her words are muffled.

“what? you’ve watched that kinda porn more th-”

mina whimpers and her fingers slide down her chin, and she strokes at her neck. you wet your lips as you notice her fingertips trembling, hovering over her throat.

“don’t, please,” she mutters.

you push up her sweatshirt and take in the glossy sheen of sweat over her abs, rising and falling, tensing up every time the pads of your fingers graze over her skin. you spread your hand over her abdomen, toned and smooth, and glide it up her sternum to prod at her bare tits. her breath hitches when you cup her breast with the palm of your hand and brush your thumb over her hard nipple.

"my prettiest baby."

you spare the torture and hook your fingers into the band of her sweatpants and tug. she arches her back, allowing you to tear her sweats and underwear down to her ankles. she’s looking down so intently at you, her knitted brows shading a firey gaze, eyelids fluttering. the sight of her, so very eager for you to be buried in her pussy, choked whimpers amid the slight soundscape of the game coming through her headphones - it makes your mouth water. you lean closer to her and give her a smirk.

her scent is unmistakable and intoxicating. it strains at your chest. her legs are milky but defined, and you slide your impatient hands between them to push them apart. mina’s inner thighs glisten with her arousal, and dew pools at her entrance, needy, ready. you wonder if making love with mina will always make you feel like this - like you’d do absolutely anything to hear her make those little sounds of satisfaction. and you look up at her again as if you’d even need her assurance to go on.

mina looks like she’s writhing in pain.

“love…”

she reaches a hand down to stroke your cheek. it’s gentle and saccharine and her gaze is burning you with want. the idea of the game dissipates somewhere in the middle when you stick your tongue out and sink its breadth onto her aching, soaking pussy. the taste of it is sharp and it’s sickly sweet as your mouth is swathed by her delicate folds. you try to keep eye contact but she screws her eyes shut as soon as your tongue reaches her clit.

“hnn- ah… ah-fuck!” she cheeps.

when your tongue dips into her hole, you feel the pressure of her thighs dig into your temples. you lap up her warmth, tease at her sensitive bud with the faintest licks, and ghost your lips over hers. her moans are music but frustratingly subdued, and you swallow her juices. nails scrape against your scalp and you feel your girlfriend’s fingers catch locks of your hair. mina twitches, drops her hips and tugs your head up slightly, shoving your mouth against her clit.

“please, honey-” mina throws her head back. “please.”

you leave kisses on her thighs to test her a little, but give into the force of her grip that makes your core throb with eagerness.

“only because you asked nicely.”

you suck her nub into your mouth and flick at it, the edge of your bottom lip beginning to feel her hole clench around nothing. her moans settle into whines, each one growing longer, higher in pitch with every stroke of your tongue coming quicker than the one before. your chin is coated in her wetness and your fingers are itching to slip into her. mina near crushes you between her thighs now, your mouth so unbearably hot and good on her cunt, she can barely think.

“i’m so close- so close, ah!-”

her hand in your hair moves to join the other with urgency to paw and claw into the armrests. you paint spirals over her clit, and the anticipation flowers in you when her whines turn to desperate groans. mina sees white first before the mounting pleasure bursts into ecstasy. when she cums, she grabs your head again and suffocates you in her pussy.

“oh my god… oh my f-”

without letting another word slip past her lips, you stand up and yank the collar of her sweatshirt up to tug it off her. then, kneeling once more, your hands find her lower back again, and you pull her chest closer to roll her nipples between your teeth, to give them as much attention as you did her clit for at least one moment. mina stares at you, bewildered, drool beading at the tip of her tongue. pulling away from her breasts, you crawl to your right and swivel the chair to have her face you again.

“you lost, didn’t you?”

immediately, mina whips her head to examine the text on the screen and her lips form into a pout. “and i got reported,” she mewls with a sluggish nod.

“and you got reported,” you repeat at her and she huffs at you. patting the floor beside you, you tell her: “come down here, babe.”

“why?”

“c’mon, minari,” you coo, and the corners of your mouth droop down as you furrow your eyebrows to get her to fold.

and mina crumples, her gaze softening while she slides down her chair to move to the ground. she doesn’t expect it when the caress of your hand massaging her shoulder changes to a grip, and she’s shoved down with a yelp, back to the rug. she blinks in disbelief. but your girlfriend, attentive and hungry for you, soon devours your lips, chest, waist, hips with her eyes. you straddle her. you trace her clenched jaw, the sweep of her collarbone, the wave of her overworked ribs, the slope of her abs.

you wonder if fucking mina will ever stop being this fun.

“what else do you imagine when you’re watching that kinda stuff?”

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it's finally up, no edits no proofreading just prayers!! 1000% done w this but mina today was sooooo 🤕 i just needed to do something about it. i think it says a lot about me that i take way longer to write about cute sweet loving than my usual pervy shit. had to cut it shorter than i wanted. well!!!

[ot9snumber1]

POLY!MISAMO POLY!MISAMO

im here!

yk me and bondage we just go together..

sub!momo getting tied to the bed bc she lost a bet of who could go the longest without touching themselves, sana and mina playing with her until she gets whiny and crying mess because of overstimulation..

I LOVE YOU!! always the first to save me <3

YES OMG :( misana intentionally made the bet with a drunk momo because they knew she would never ever last. even if sober momo swore she would never lose a bet (jihyo's competitiveness totally rubbing off on her), there were some things she just couldn't resist.

just as they thought things couldn't get any better (or worse, for momo), mina was out celebrating a friend's birthday and sana was out for another graff photoshoot.

in short, momo didn't even last a day.

sana was the first to tease her, sending her a selfie from the dressing room. she was only wearing the lingerie set mina bought her a while back with a very expensive necklace accentuating her cleavage. too bad you're not here, love. would do anything for you to eat me out rn :(

momo takes deep breaths and takes a cold shower. she just responds with a thumbs up emoji, making sana laugh. momo isn't a fool. she knows when she's being tricked. even if mina tried to get her to break the bet, too.

i don't think i ever sent this to you. thought you'd like it.

momo thinks she could implode at any given moment now. she stares at her phone, frozen as she stood still in the doorway to their shared room. mina was Evil. capital E.

the video mina sent seemed to be hastily recorded. the phone must've fallen over before mina hit record, because all she could see was the ceiling of the bathroom. not that she needed to see anything, anyway. she recognized the scene almost instantly.

"ah—fuck, fuck me right there!" mina moaned. momo felt herself blush, unable to click off the video. it was when momo had bought her current favorite strap and couldn't even wait until they got home to test it out.

momo takes another cold shower, but that didn't help either. her girlfriends were just far too stubborn to let her win just this once.

we'll be home soon <3 sana texted. momo felt happy at that, dreaming of being able to cook for them again, cuddle, kiss, et cetera.

until sana followed her message with a video of mina sucking on her tits.

that was momo's last straw.

"f–fu—ah!" momo whined as she inserted another finger into herself, barely being able to hold her phone. she tried to focus on rewatching the video over and over—but just the sound of sana's sultry voice commanding mina to do what she wanted was sending her into overdrive.

they wouldn't find out, right? if momo was just careful enough...

sana laughs maniacally when she steps into the bedroom. she didn't even need to walk closer to see the big damp spot on it. "mina!" sana calls out as she ran down the stairs to reunite with her girls. "i think our little momoring owes us something."

momo's heart drops. she'd never been more scared and turned on at the same time.

momo tries closing her legs again, the feeling of sana's fingers in her and vibrator on her clit just felt like too much. sana slaps her thighs lightly, forcing her to hold them open. "take it, slut. isn't this what you wanted? to be used?"

sana returns to overstimulating momo while mina pinched and sucked at her nipples. momo let out a high-pitched whine, tears streaming down her cheeks. "mff—fuck! please, i'll be a good girl i swear—"

"should've thought about that earlier, no?" mina teased. "you know how she is." sana hums, smiling in satisfaction when momo cums for the umpteenth time. "can't think about anything but fucking and being fucked."

both sana and mina laugh at that. "yeah. our baby is just a filthy–minded freak, hm?" mina coos as her fingers trail down to replace the vibrator sana held against her clit. "shit!" momo cried out, throwing her head back and wanting nothing more than to hold their wrists in place. (too bad her wrists were the ones being held in place. there was nothing prettier than sana's necktie restraining momo from doing anything but cry, in mina and sana's opinion.)

"answer." mina says lowly, slapping her cunt. momo whines again, her voice raspy from how much she's screamed so far. "y–yes! j–jus' a freak for you two."

sana chuckles again, curling her fingers in momo. "atta girl."

[antidiluvianobservatory]

Mina is about to open Pandora's Box and be buried beneath a ton of emails from our friend Jonathan. Hey! She'll finally get that recipe!

[emile-hides]

H*lding H*nds Imagines

I am once again making content for me and me alone because I have an unhealthy obsession for BNHA blond boys

BNHA Blond Boys X GN!Reader h*nd h*lding moments

Characters: All Might, Present Mic, Fatgum, Twice, Aoyama, Ojiro, Kaminari, Bakugo, Honenuki, Monoma, Mirio

All Might

Knuckle brush

You handed him things before

Stacks of papers to grade, coffee after a long day, a napkin when he goes into a coughing fit

But something about this time turns his face a deep red

He withdrew quickly, in a jerking manner that dragged more attention than you’re sure he meant it to

He cleared this throat and thanked you quietly before shuffling off

It took a few moments to really set on you

You’d made contact

Such little contact you’d barely even felt it

He was cold, his skin rough and calloused, wrinkled and dry

How you managed to notice so much with such brief contact is astounding

And also incomparable to how much he noticed

He’s thinking about it all day, glancing at where the contact was made, shuffling, flushing to himself, holding his knuckles to his lips

Do it on purpose next time you hand him a stack of papers and he’ll drop them

Present Mic

In a crowd

It’s LOUD

You and Hizashi are trying to get home after a live show

The crowd is huge and still hyped from the concert

The quarters are tight, the space is limited, and without his towering hair spike it’s hard to keep track of your loud blond

Eventually a strong clasp from a hand horribly decorated in rings, fingerless gloves, and black nail polish claps on your wrist as your continued to be pulled though a crowd

When the world finally starts to calm and you have room to breath his hand slides to connect to your palm

Fingers intertwine with yours as a series of “Y’all good?”s start, followed quickly by an excited narration of the chaos that just ensued

He’d taken your hand so causally you barely even noticed

The two of you walked in a much calmer crowd, hand in hand, as Hizashi randomly picked bystanders out of his vocal range and made up their life stories to tell you

Fatgum

Big hands

You laid idly on the couch in Fatgum’s office, the interns long sense gone home

A pile of paperwork blocked your view of your hard working hero as he sat at his desk

You slumped and slid off the couch, boredom rising as you phone lie dead on the table nearby

A loud groan drives a “Just a bit longer, gumdrop” from behind the piles of unfinished work, a bit longer could be years for all you cared

Sliding across the hardwood floor on your back, you found yourself beside Taishiro’s desk, looking up at him from an angle you were rather use to

He was focused, with a smile still on his face as he worked, writing with one hand, the other causually turning Takoyaki in the grill built into his desk

You sat up, watching quietly. He was typically pretty observant, but he may not yet have noticed your approach

When his hand stopped turning and released, you took your chance

Both your hands snatched his wrist, sitting up a bit to rest yourself on his lap, you examined his large palm

He chuckled, “What’cha doin’, cupcake?”

His hand was massive in your own, enough to make anyone feel like a child. It could engulf you, hold half your torso and still have a pinkie to spare

You pressed on his palm, he hummed and returned to work, leaving you to admire as you pleased

His knuckles were scarred, several gashes and scrapes from punching at materials harder than even his fat could handle

Old burns from cooking, white spots on his finger tips from a time before he learned patients

You leaned back on him, holding his hand in your own, and watched him work

He seemed much more blissed from your company

Twice

Not enough hands

Jin’s a very physical person

He hangs off you every chance he can get, coddling and loving on you

He finds it annoying

So it’s not surprise as you two settled down for a movie night he was instantly on your lap like a cat

He lays over you like a blanket, limbs tangled every which way, head on your chest, looking at you more than the movie

One of your hands lay idly by your head, that one he has his own over, fingers tangled messily, almost uncomfortably

His other arm trapped under you, a hug from below, resting also uncomfortably against your spine

Leaving your free hand to tangle in his hair, a rare sight to have his mask off, though it probably wouldn’t last the whole movie, it should be cherished until then

When you notice his staring at you more than the screen, you choose to join him

You slide your hand from his hair to his cheek, he leans into it with the most lovestruck puppydog look a man his age could muster

He then starts to fidget around, moving like he’s stuck

It doesn’t take long from there for him to start getting frustrated with himself, splitting an argument for two between just him

You gently lift his head to regain eye contact and ask what’s wrong

He nearly starts crying

“I want to hold your cheek too but I don’t have enough hands!!”

He’s not willing to remove your hand from his hold or pull his other arm out from under you to compromise his own needs

He does eventually start crying over his lack of extra limbs to love you with

Aoyama

Standing ovation

Roaring applause rippled thought the auditorium

It wasn’t a big show, or a big stage, but it was your first written play, and seeing it go over so well was enough to bring a tear to your eyes

You joined the audience in standing to applause as the actors took the stage for the final bow

Only the lead, your star, wasn’t there with them

You blinked once, twice, three times before panic set in

There’s no way Yuga Aoyama would miss the chance to stand center stage in a spotlight. If he wasn’t on stage something must have happened

You tried your best not to look around too fervently, not wanting to startle anyone else

When a hand clasped yours

“And let’s not forget the playwright~✨”

Before you could question how he said that with his mouth, you were dragged onto the stage by your previously mentioned star, with his own mic in hand you don’t remember giving him

He held your arm up above his head as he runway walked his way along the stage, you closely in toe

You were going to go on stage eventually but you’d planned to be a lot more quiet about it, when more people had left early not wanting to sit though the applause

But instead, here you were, center stage, hand held high like you’d just won a boxing match by your own and only Aoyama

How he could stand being this bright all the time way beyond you

For now though, it was rather nice 

Ojiro

Lost and found

You stepped out of your class stretching, ready for a well deserved lunch break when you heard your classmates muttering

“Isn’t he from the hero course?”

“What’s he doing?”

Being nosy wasn’t usually your strong suit, but the mutterings has peaked your interest

You followed the eyes of those speaking to find a blond boy sitting in the floor of the hall, knees pulled to his chest to keep his legs from disrupting the flow of traffic, with his tail resting over his feet to protect them from being stepped on

He smiled and gave a light wave to your class as the dispersed

You alone approached him, curiosity peaking. Why was he sitting out here in the hall?

When question he very sheepishly answered, “I, uh.. I got lost on my way to class”

There was several things wrong with that

Number one being, he’d been at this school half a year now. He has one classroom, a big classroom, in the hero course. It’s not easy to miss??

Number two, it was noon. Lunchtime. He has one classroom. How long had he been lost???

These questions had answers and he was, while slightly embarrassed, happy to share he had, in fact, been lost all morning. Not just in finding his class, but also in finding the exit to the building, any teachers he knew, or his phone to call for help

You began to feel sorry for the guy, as this seemed to be a common occurrence in his daily life

With a sigh, you offered your hand to help him up

It was lunch, for all courses, so surely he’d see his hero course classmates in the cafeteria. No one turns up Lunchrush’s food after all

He smiled and took your hand, lifting himself from the floor with a thankyou

“I’m Ojiro, by the way. You are...?”

He was rather polite to talk to the entire walk, his grip on your hand was soft, gentle, and his smile never seemed to waver

Kaminari

Swing yer partner round and round

“Oh this is my JAM!”

Mina excitedly turned up your shitty little radio before kicking herself up off the floor, grabbing Sero all in one quick motion

The two danced horribly off beat, you quickly guess Mina had never heard this song before in her life, just wanted to get moving

“Come on you two, it’s dance break time!”

You found yourself enraptured with her energy, already forgetting the homework you all were doing

Kaminari took your hand much like how Mina took Sero’s and began to dance just as off beat and spuratic as queen pinkie had

You laughed, stumbling with every step, same as the others, the giggling energy filling a previously silent room

Denki’s fingers dug into your knuckles as he smirked, suddenly spinning on his heel and dragging you with him

The two of you became a tornado in your tiny dorm room, barely keeping from knocking into your tea table as you spun like a couple of children

You could hear Mina cheer and laugh, a brief glanced told you Sero was recording this silly moment

You looked across the way at your dance partner

Spinning, laughing his head off like this was the most fun he’d ever had, eyes closed, caring not for his surroundings

You decided to let go

The momentum sent you both toppling, you safely into Mina, who was more then ready to catch you

Denki got the much less desirable aforementioned tea table, which sent him toppling backwards over the also aforementioned homework

If you all could have laughed any louder, you would

Bakugo

Sweaty hands

You always knew when Bakugo was going to hold your hand

He may think he’s smooth, wiping his hand on the pocket of his pants before reaching behind himself to grab at you

But you’d always notice

It was a good indicator you were walking too slow for his liking, or the area up ahead was crowed, or that he simply felt you were too far away

You couldn’t initiate holding hands, when he didn’t actively want to be in contact he’d keep his hands shoved deep in his pockets

So you just had to wait for him to wipe himself off and reach for you

You were free to wrap yourself around his arm whenever, though

He’ll look pissed, but won’t say a word

And if you move away, he’ll wipe his hand on his pants, and offer it to you, a silent plea for you to come back

Honenuki

Magic hands

You stretched out over the couch of the 1-B common room with a whine, the rest of your class in a similar state

Training was hell today, sparing with class 1-A was never a joke, and with Monoma egging the whole game up to be more than it should have been, it all just escalated to a point you all wish it hadn’t

“Alright, next.”

Honenuki, a godsend, your blessed angel, helped Tsuburaba off the second common room couch, his typically wide eyes closed and relaxed as he wobbled his way across the room

You happily took his place, stretching out on your stomach before your classmate with the magic powers of massage

His hands pressed into your back and you instantly relaxed, letting out a low hum as you snuggled the pillow under your chin

Honenuki returned your hum, his hands pressing into all your tenses spots, almost instantly releasing them from their knots

You’d probably have fallen asleep, if it wasn’t over so fast

He had the entire class to get though after all, though he hated to rush an art form

You took his hand as he helped you stand, the actual minute of his touch enough to wobble your legs

Kissing his knuckle and thanking him for sharing his magic, you found yourself plopped peacefully on the couch beside Tsuburaba

Honenuki chuckled at you as he called next, happy to be of service

Monoma

He’s showing off

You’d known for a while now Monoma didn’t know how to shut the fuck up

He’d brag about anything, over anyone, to everyone

He’d always loudly bragged about how much better his class was, how much stronger his friendships were, how absolutely amazing his partner was

You being said partner didn’t make said bragging less annoying

The two of you had been together less than an hour and he was already boasting about your perfection to all who would hear

Some genuine, loving, almost gaggingly sweet comments

Others just to rub it in the face of class 1-A as much as possible

A week into this relationship and people were starting to think you must be come kind of god with how Monoma spoke about you

You’d been on two dates with the guy

Now here you were, holding his hand on the walk to class, and regretting every step

As every single person who passed must take note of the fact you were holding his hand

And also must be aware how blessed he is to be holding your hand in return

And really you started to understand the concerned look Kendo gave you when you told her you’d agreed to date Neito Monoma

Still his words were genuine, no matter how they came across, and he truly had a million and one things to say about you

So you could hold though the embarrassment his overexcited bragging may cause

He just wants to show you off

Mirio

Quietly

You sat by his bed side, holding gently to his limp hand

Moments ago he was inconsolable, crying and screaming his lungs out

His quirk gone

His teacher gone

Everything he worked so hard for seemed to vanish in an instant

His grip, still so strong, had left your hand bruised, circulation cut off

It wasn’t a concern you really had

Sleeping, his pain was still so obvious

Bags under his eyes, dried streaks of tears still down his keeps

And your hand still tightly gripped in his

What would happen next, where he would go, who you all would become

They were all problems for the future

Tomorrow you could work on a solution

Tonight, you could hold his hand

[cabensonsgirly]

👼Think About Your Hero, When You’re At Ground Zero (Wilhemina Venable)👼

Wilhemina Venable x fem!reader

👼Posted on AO3: Read Here👼

Co-Authored with @billiedeannovak even though she'll deny it.

Apologies for typos, words are hard.

👼Wordcount: 5577👼

👼Taglist: @mrsdeanhoward 👼

👼Content: Fluff, lil bit of smooching, mentions of pregnancy, soft!Mina, very soft Mina, children, it’s just wholesome- thought y’all needed a break from my fucked up work👼

👼How could a woman like her think that you’re a role model? She’s so much more than you in every aspect, hell, you admire her as well… although you’re unsure whether it is as pure as your daughter’s admiration.👼 

The early morning sun shone through the gaps in the blinds, painting the walls into a white and gold zebra, the hues varying the more the sun rose in the sky. Your alarm had yet to go off so you were sleeping peacefully, rolling onto your side and hugging the blankets closer to you, that is until you felt a weight bounce onto your bed and start shaking you “Mama! Mama mama mama! Mama wake uuppp!!! MA-“

You groan and roll onto your back, cracking your eyes open slightly you make out the figure of your daughter. You yawn and stretch before rubbing the sleep from your eyes then move to sit up against the headboard, your daughter moving to sit on your lap with the biggest grin. “Mama is my birthday! Did you know is my birthday today mama?”

You laugh lightly, pressing a soft kiss to her forehead “I did indeed know it’s your birthday, beautiful girl. What does my precious Violet want for breakfast?” She hums and taps her chin, a gesture reminiscent of Winnie The Pooh, before looking at you like she just came up with a ground-breaking revelation. “Can I have waffles and fruits please mama?”

You smile softly and brush some hair out of her face before gently tapping the tip of her little nose with a finger “What lovely manners, of course you can. But first you need to put tidy clothes on because it’s your special day, so you’re coming to work with me, then I’ll put your glitter spray on your hair after braiding it after we’ve eaten. Off you go, Violet, I’ll start making breakfast.”

Violet kisses your cheek quickly before clambering off the bed and running to her room, you hear her singing her little heart out “Well I tumble outta bed and stumble to the kitchen.”  You can’t help the smile that spreads across your face, your daughter had been a constant joy since she was born and even though she could be a handful, you wouldn’t trade her for the world.

You get dressed in your usual business attire, black slacks, light lilac blouse, black blazer, and of course lilac shoes to go with the blouse. You slip your phone into your pocket then make your way out to the living room/kitchen where you start getting the ingredients together for breakfast. “Working nine to five whatta way to make a living. Barely getting- Mama can I help make waffles!?”

You laugh quietly, adoring how your daughter goes from singing to eagerness to help cook, stopping herself midsentence like she were a dog stopping walking because it spotted a squirrel, not that you see your daughter akin to a dog. “Of course, sweetie. Pull your stool up and you can put the fruit salad together, how does that sound?” Your daughter races into the kitchen, pulling her stool behind her making the wood scrape along the floor before putting it at the kitchen island next to you, climbing onto it before pulling the salad bowl close to her.

She had chosen a strawberry themed outfit, a light pink dress with strawberry images scattered over it with a delicate white collar, a white bucket hat with strawberries on it, and white slip-ons with bows on top. To put it simply, she was looking very cute and very tidy, you were hoping she would remain tidy so that your boss wouldn’t think you were a neglectful mother, although your boss wasn’t supposed to be in today. “Where’s your apron, sweetie? I’d hate for your outfit to get messy when you got dressed so well by yourself.”

Violet looks at you in shock before down at herself then gasps “I FORGOT APRON MOMMA.” She hops down from the stall, wipes her hands on a tea-towel before going to the pantry where she opens it to take her apron off the hook at her height. She slips it over her head then starts tugging at your one “Momma gotta put apron on too so boss lady don’t get upset if momma axdentally get stuff on her clothes.” You shake your head smiling “She mightn’t be in today, sweetheart but good idea. Better to be safe than sorry,” you wipe your hands on the tea-towel before heading over to where your daughter is, taking the apron off the hook you put it over your head. You tie your daughters one so that it won’t slip off before doing your own, you pick her up and carry her to the stool where you place her down gently.

“Right, now that we have our aprons lets get started properly.” Your daughter nods eagerly and starts tipping the fruit you had cut up for her into the bowl, occasionally popping one or two pieces into her mouth. “Violet, honey, if you keep that up you’re not going to have any room for the waffles.” She pokes her tongue out at you before mixing the fruit.

You chuckle lightly as you get the last of the waffles out of the press, stacking them onto a serving tray “You gonna put your salad on the tray too, honey? Good girl, what a beautiful looking salad. You go take a seat on the other side of the island and I’ll join you soon, okay? I’ll get some whipped cream and maple syrup as well as a drink of your choice, what would my princess like?”

Violet wipes her hands on her apron then fumbles at the bow at the back to untie it before she takes it off and places it on the island. She hops off her stool and races around to the other side where she then climbs onto one of the seats, a huge grin on her face “I like some strawbey milk please momma.” You nod and do a bit of a curtsey “Of course, your majesty” which earns a giggle from your daughter.

You pour her a glass and place it in front of her before getting the cream and maple syrup, placing them on the tray you move it closer to where Violet sits where you then press a kiss to her head “I’ll be right back, okay? Just sit tight.” She nods and thanks you for the milk before you disappear to head to your office where you stashed one of her gifts. She had been begging for a day pass to an arcade which you purchased and wrapped neatly in soft pink paper with a purple bow, there was also some money in there so she could either save it or have a mini-shopping spree in the weekend with you.

You return to sit next to your daughter “What’s that momma?” You wink at her and whisper “It’s a present for a princess. Have you seen one around here?” Your daughter giggles, her cheeks taking on colour “Right here momma!” You pretend to look confused “Where?” She whines, trying not to laugh as she points at herself “Meeee momma! Me the- I’m the princess momma.”

You gasp in faux surprise “Oh my goodness! There you are your majesty! I was wondering where you got to. I have something just for you” you reveal the gift from behind your back and hand it to her, she thanks you profusely- mainly just saying thank you over and over. She opens the wrapping carefully and lets out a squeal of excitement and hugs you tight “thank you momma for the bestest present ever.” You kiss her head “Anything for you, princess. How about we tuck into these waffles and that yummy salad you made?”

After you and Violet had your fill of breakfast you tidied everything up and put the leftovers in the fridge “Go brush your teeth please, sweetie.” Your daughter raced down to the bathroom while you packed her bag with things to keep her, hopefully, entertained while you were working. She comes skipping back to the kitchen where you’re waiting for her with a hairbrush, her glitter spray, and a couple of hair-ties with a strawberry on them. “Teeth brushed momma. See!” She grins showing off her teeth, you smile softly and kiss her head “Good girl. Righto honey, let me give you a hairstyle fit for royalty.”

Violet climbs back up onto the seat and sits still as you brush her hair gently, carefully brushing out any knots that had found their way into her hair before doing dutch-braids “Let me know if I’m pulling too tightly, honey, okay?” Your daughter giggles “Yes mama, I will. You’re always so gentle with me mama.” You smile and tie her hair before spraying it with her glitter spray, strawberry scented of course. “There we go your majesty, a style fit for a beautiful princess.” Your take your phone out and turn it to front-facing camera so she can see herself, a big smile breaking out on her face “Thank you!! It looks so pretty and nice and sparkly mama!”

You help her get down from her seat before you both head out to the car, locking the door behind you both. You unlock the car and help her into her car-seat, handing her backpack to her before you make your way into the driver’s seat “All set?” Your daughter nods “Yup!” Before you head off to work.

The ride to work wasn’t quiet to say the least, your daughter belting out every song that came on, kicking her legs happily against her car-seat. You pulled into the parking lot and parked before getting out to help Violet out of her seat “Ms. Venable shouldn’t be at work today, but I still expect you to be on your best behaviour, okay?” Violet nods and clings to you until her feet hit the ground, you hand her backpack to her then take her hand and head inside.

Violet looks around the place and points at everything asking “what’s that? What about that? What’s that one momma? Mama what’s that? What that do? Can I push that button? Mama what’s that?” You can barely keep up with her questions, laughing to yourself at how inquisitive she is, you can only hope she remains like this as she grows.

You make it to your desk outside your boss’s office and pull the seat in front of your desk next to you which Violet gladly hops up onto, dumping her small backpack on the desk. “I be just like you mama, going work all day. Oh mama! Just like in the song! Nine to five!” You laugh and sit next to her, pressing a kiss to her head after removing her hat “That’s right, sweetheart. If you do a good job, you can have an extra treat after dinner tonight.”

After that you both get into work mode, respectively, your daughter was busy connecting the dots occasionally asking for help to find the next number or to open her juice for her but otherwise working like a diligent worker bee. You must have zeroed in on your work because you failed to notice the sound of a cane hitting the ground with each step of your boss. Your daughter had moved to sit on your lap while she worked, seemingly more content to be closer to you.

“I thought I told you that you weren’t having a day off.” You look up to see Ms. Venable looking down at you, an indiscernible expression on her face. Your cheeks colour and you gulp slightly “You did. I’m still working, Ms. Venable but I couldn’t get anyone to babysit her and it’s her birthday… She’s turning five so I wanted it to be a special day for her and I know you don’t car-“ She raises a hand silencing you before she leaves without a word, heading straight to her office.

You slump back in your seat, turning Violet around to face you. You gently boop her nose with your finger, smiling brightly when she screws her nose up “The big five today, huh? What would you like for your special b-day lunch?”

Your daughter hums in thought before clapping her hands together in revelation “Sushi!! Pleeeassseee mama! Pleasepleasepleaseplea-“ You laugh lightly and hush her “Okay, okay, sushi it is for my little birthday princess.” You get out your phone and start looking for a sushi place that has delivery when out the corner of your eye you see your boss standing there. You put your phone down and turn to look at her, frowning slightly. “Have- Have I done something wrong, Ms. Venable? I know you don’t like kids being here but I really- Oh-“

She places a light purple box down on your desk with a deep purple ribbon. “For your daughter. Your lunch is one hour but only because it’s her birthday. Don’t go thinking you’ll get one hour breaks every day.” You stare at her unable to even process what she’s said, you blink in an attempt to.

Violet hops off your lap and rushes to Ms. V where she hugs her legs tight, looking up at her with big eyes that sparkled with adoration. “Thank you, Miss Mina for my birthday gift and so mama can have lunch longer with me. You’re so kind Miss Mina.” You blush deeply and stare mortified at your daughter, whispering frantically “Violet it’s Ms. Venable! Ms. Venable! Not Miss Mina! Ohgod.”

You dare to raise your gaze to meet Wilhemina’s, even more surprised to see a faint smile tug at her lips; she’s looking down at your daughter, a hand gently stroking her hair which surprises even herself. She doesn’t even know this child yet this- small human has seen her as human instead of something broken because of her cane. “Miss Mina, hm? Is this what your mother calls me when you’re at home?”

Violet giggles and nods, grinning brilliantly. “I see. Well, Little Miss Violet, you may call me that but only when it’s the three of us, understood? Otherwise you’ve got to address me like your mother does because if you’re here, you’re going to have to work too, hm? I have something very important for you to do, can you do that for me?”

Your daughter nods eagerly, letting go of Wilhemina where she all but bounces up and down in excitement. You watch the scene thoroughly confused by what’s happening. Wilhemina pulls out a small book from inside her blazer and a miniature set of colouring pencils; you notice her cheeks have taken on a deep pink hue and that her faint smile has become more noticeable. “I need you to finish at least one of these pages to the best of your ability. If you do really well, you might even get a bonus on top of pay. How does that sound?”

Violet eagerly takes the pencils and book, thanking Wilhemina profusely, although she only repeats “thank you” until she ran out of breath before running to her seat next to you, climbing up onto it and putting the book and pencils on the desk. She frowns in concentration as she starts work on the first page.

You look at her and smile, you were so grateful for having such a wonderful daughter in your life. You look back at Wilhemina “Thank you, Ms. Venable. I-“ She shakes her head, smiling shyly “You work hard, it’s the least I can do.” Before she turns to leave, you get up and walk after her, reaching out you touch her hand lightly to get her attention. She stops and turns to look at you, first annoyed then confused “Yes?”

You open your mouth to speak then look down before taking a deep breath you muster up the courage to meet her gaze once more. “I mean it. Thank you. I appreciate what you’ve done. Even though my daughter hasn’t met you before today she really looks up to you, admires you for what you’re doing. I’m glad she has such a wonderful role model. I couldn’t ask for anyone better.”

Wilhemina blushes and blinks a few time in surprise, both her hands gripping the top of her cane tightly, one atop the other. She nods slightly “Well- Well as I said… You’re a great worker, you only take days off when you’re dead, dying, on fire or unless I send you home. You’re efficient and you work to a high standard. Just think of it as an early bonus. And Yn?”

You blush lightly “Thank you, Ms. Venable. Oh- yes?” She takes a deeper breath, looking into your eyes “Your daughter already has a wonderful role model as her mother.” She smiles softly at you then leaves to enter her office, leaving you blushing deeply and very confused as to what just happened.

As the day drew on you noticed that Violet was getting increasingly sleepy “Hey sweetheart?” Violet looks up at you, struggling to keep her eyes open “Yes mama?” You stroke her cheek affectionately “I’m going to get grandma to come get you so you can get some sleep. We’ll open your special treats tomorrow morning, I promise.” She nods and rests her head on her arms on your desk as she dozes off. You give your mom a call and ask her if she would mind taking Violet home and looking after her until you returned, she said yes, so you pack your daughter’s things up.

“My little princess? Grandma’s here, come on sweetheart- there we go, good girl.” Your daughter clung to you, head lulling against your shoulder as she dozed. You put her in her car-seat and kissed her goodnight before thanking your mom again and returning inside.

You run a hand through your hair as you sat back down at your desk, filling out some paperwork and making sure that the accounts were looking balanced. You put the paperwork into a folio and looked up to see if Wilhemina was still in her office, which she was, so you stood up taking the folio with you and entered her office. “Ms. Venable? Here’s the paperwork you wanted done. I’ve also balanced the accounts and filled the orders you requested; they should be delivered by the time you arrive tomorrow morning.”

You hand her the folio and turn to leave when you hear her speak, almost nervous “Why- Why didn’t you tell me?” You turn back to face her, stepping closer to her desk slightly “What do you mean?” She still doesn’t meet your gaze “Why didn’t you tell me you had a kid? I don’t-“ She lets out a shaky breath “I don’t hate kids. They’re- They’re the only ones who look at me as me instead of someone broken.”

You take a seat in front of her, looking down at your hands in your lap “Ms. Venable I- I just… I didn’t want you to think I want special treatment and I… Did think you disliked kids. But… Seeing how you were with Violet today” you smile a bit “I knew that was far from the truth. You treat her better than some people I use to consider close friends. I… Would trust her alone with you. Not- not that I’d ever just-“ you trail off, blushing deeply. Wilhemina looks at you, biting her bottom lip slightly before speaking softly “Thank you.”

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The following day you return to work with Violet once more. “Okay sweetheart, just sit- Violet! No!” You drop your bag and chase after your daughter who had broken out in a full run straight towards Wilhemina’s office.

You catch up to her but it’s too late as she’s already made it around Wilhemina’s desk and clambered onto the woman’s lap, thrusting the invitation in her face. You open the door, your face a deep red from embarrassment and from running.

“Miss Mina I am cordel- cordal- cordel- Cordelia inviting you to my birthday party! Everything on the invitation and- and it’s going to be super pretty and fun. And seeing as you are royalty” she gestures to Wilhemina’s cane “You can be the special guest” she nods seriously “Here is the invitation and it has your name, see” Violet points at the big “MiSs MiNA” on the top “I wrote it all by myself too! With the purple pens and stuff you got me!”

You go over to her desk, opening your mouth to speak but Mina quirks a brow at you before returning her attention to Violet. “You’re cordially inviting me to your birthday party? As royalty?” Violet nods “Because you have a royal sceptre! Like they do in the movies!” Wilhemina blushes and smiles softly “I see. Would that make you the princess?”

Violet nods again “And mama is a Queen too! You can be a Queen with mama!” You go wide-eyed and stare in shock, looking between your daughter and boss. “Ms. Venable I-“ She takes the invitation from your daughter and looks at it before placing it on her desk “Yn, I’ll need you to reschedule my appointments that I have for this weekend. Tell them something more pressing came up, and that I will see them as soon as convenient. It seems I am going to a royal party that day.”

Your daughter squeals in excitement, throwing her arms around Wilhemina as she hugs her before sliding off her lap and running back to where your desk is, leaving you there dumbfounded. Wilhemina looks at you, laughing at your expression “Go on, you still have work to do today.” You nod and turn to leave, as you go to close the door you hear Mina say, “I could hardly say no to the daughter of a Queen.”

During the day, whenever you weren’t on a phone-call or talking with Wilhemina about business, your daughter would gush about how much she likes Wilhemina and how excited she is that the woman is coming to her party. You knew Violet admired Wilhemina for who she is and what she has done in life, but you also knew she still looked to you as her role model too and not just because you’re her mother- although you still struggled to believe that, more so when Wilhemina had pointed it out. How could a woman like her think that you’re a role model? She’s so much more than you in every aspect, hell, you admire her as well… although you’re unsure whether it is as pure as your daughter’s admiration.

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Violet was running around the house throwing bright purple streamers all over the place, the wee munchkin had decided last minute to have a purple princess party citing “It’s Miss Mina’s favouritest colour!” So, here you were blowing up a large number of varying purple balloons, making sure the tiara cake was iced with purple buttercream instead of strawberry red, every single thing had to be purple; you didn’t even know there were this many shades of purple but here you are.

“Mama!? Where’s Miss Mina’s crown!?” Violet calls out from where she’s standing on the couch in the lounge, you glance up at her from where you were now sorting the food out in the kitchen, seeing your princess standing tall with her own tiara on “It’s on the bench by the door, sweetheart, you put it there so you wouldn’t lose it.” She gasps loudly and hops down from the couch before racing to the entryway where she grabs the crown and runs back into kitchen putting it on the island “I put here so no one else touch. That means you too mama! This Miss Mina’s!” She gives you a stern frown which makes you struggle to hold back a quiet laugh, you throw your hands up in defence “Yes, your majesty.”

By the time midday comes around, your house has half a dozen or so children running around chasing each other in a game of tag where the rules seem to be constantly changing, “No Violet! You can’t cast a princess spell on me to make me the tagger!”

“But I just did ‘cause I was the tagger and so now you are!” You hear a loud whine before a smack then raucous laughter “Tommy went for a trip and hit the grass! The grass is now it!” You shook your head, baffled by this ever-evolving game knowing you had no hope of keeping up with any of the kids. Not too soon after Violet comes racing inside without shoes on “Sweetheart, where are your shoes?” She looks down and wiggles her toes before giggling and looking at you “The worms stole them, and we can only get them back if Tommy has a princess wand.”

You nod and give her a serious look “I see this is a very dire situation, your majesty. Just as well we have this princess wand right here” you take one off the island, crouching down to match your daughter’s height “I entrust you with this all-powerful princess wand that grants Tommy the ability to defeat the worms. Will you accept this responsibility Princess Violet?” Violet gives a firm nod “Yes” before taking the wand and thanking you as she races back outside to her friends.

As you stand up you hear the doorbell ring, wiping your hands on the apron wrapped around your waist as you make your way to the door. You unlock then open the door, immediately blushing when you see who’s standing in front of you “Ms. Venable you’re- I- Please, come in” you step back to allow her to enter before shutting and locking the door behind her.

“Let me take your coat” you help her shrug off her coat before hanging it on the coat-stand then lead her into the kitchen/lounge “You’re welcome to sit-“ you’re cut off when you hear an excited squeal “MISS MINA HERE” and before you know it, your daughter is standing in front of you both, jumping up and down “Miss Mina!! I got a crown for you!!” She climbs onto one of the seats to grab the crown from the island, standing on it carefully she turns to face Wilhemina. You hold your daughter so she doesn’t fall off the seat “Violet honey, you know you’re not supposed to stand on these.”

Wilhemina chuckles lightly which makes the rose on your cheeks darken “I am here, Princess Violet.” She places a gift bag on the island, her hand brushing against your lower back before she clasps both of them together in front of her. “I can put your crown on please Miss Mina” Violet says with the biggest puppy eyes you’ve ever seen your daughter muster. Wilhemina moves closer to the young girl, dipping her head slightly so that the crown could be placed “I now crown Miss Mina as Miss Queen Mina!” Violet declares as you help her back to the ground, a massive grin on her face as she looks up at you both.

“Thank you very much, Princess Violet” your daughter does a curtsey before racing back outside to join her friends. You turn to face Wilhemina, noticing how her cheeks have taken on some colour “Are you blushing, Ms. Venable?” The older woman rolls her eyes and scoffs “No- Not at all, it’s just rather warm in here, that’s all.”

You laugh lightly and step closer to her “Of course. Here let me-“ You bring your hands up to straighten the crown “I doubt you’d want it to be anything other than perfect” you breathe out quietly, letting one of your hands fall back to your side while the other ghosts against her cheek, “It’s fit for royalty now, your majesty.”

Wilhemina brings her hands up to cup your cheeks before capturing your lips in a soft kiss; you feel your cheeks heat up upon feeling her lips on your own, a soft gasp escaping you as you melt into the kiss, enjoying how soft her lips feel on your own and the faint floral taste of her lipstick.

“Mommy? Tommy’s crying again his mommy said he couldn’t have a princess wand- you have pwurpwle lipstick on your face.” You blush lightly wiping the corner of your mouth with your thumb to remove the lipstick. “Miss Mina your pwurpwle lipstick all messy. Mommy can Tommy have princess wand too?”

“Of course he can have the princess wand, they’re not just for girls, okay sweetheart?” Violet nods and bounces back outside again. You let out a sigh of relief before turning back to Mina, laughing lightly at her smudged lipstick “God, we need to be more careful, we’re a right mess.” You wipe the smudged lipstick from around her lips with your thumb, smiling shyly when she presses a kiss to it. She blushes and nods “We do. Until- never mind” she steps away and moves around the island to busy herself in the kitchen, even though she has no clue where anything goes or what she’s doing.

You follow after her and lean against the bench, picking up a small bowl of plain icing and eating it with a teaspoon, you hadn’t eaten anything all day. You notice Mina watching you when you go to lift another spoonful to your mouth “I’m sorry. Did you want some? I’m starving and-“ you gasp quietly when she cuts you off with a kiss, your lips parting as her tongue slips between them, delving into your mouth. She moans softly before pulling away, her eyes fluttering open slowly “That is some good icing, Yn.”

You stare at her in surprise, making her chuckle and shake her head, a faint smile tugging at her lips “How about we get you something healthy to eat? What would you like? I’ll order it for you and get it delivered.” She makes her way around the island, resting on one of the seats which her back thanks her for.

You sigh “I was just overwhelmed with prep, I can- I can take care of myself.” She snorts and looks at you with a raised brow in disbelief, almost like she’s trying hard not to chuckle at what you’ve just told her. “Mhmm… You can take care of yourself, yet you’ve been trying to eat from an empty bowl for the past five minutes since finishing off the very healthy lunch of icing.”

Your eyes dart to the now empty bowl of icing, you embarrassedly drop your spoon into the bowl before carrying it over to the dishwasher “I was just- making sure it’s empty. And-“ you turn around to find Wilhemina a lot closer to you than expected, when had she moved back over to you from sitting? “I was up all-night baking and wrapping gifts, putting together little party favours because my daughter expected a special guest and I would’ve hated to disappoint a five year old. She can be a handful, you know?”

Mina hums softly, swiping her thumb lightly over the corner of your mouth to remove some of the icing before licking it off her thumb. “I was just making sure it still tastes nice.” She smiles softly, cupping your cheek tenderly “Yn, look around you- look at the kids. I don’t think they’ve stopped smiling and laughing all day, except when Tommy couldn’t have a princess wand. Cut yourself some slack” she chuckles and lets her hand fall from your face “Which is coming from someone who very rarely does such a thing. Your daughter looks at you like you hung the moon and the stars. You could never disappoint her.”

She turns her head to look at the kids who were currently playing ‘duck duck goose’ before looking back at you “She can, I’m sure, but with a mother like you, I’m sure she’ll do well in life.” You wanted nothing more than to fall into her arms and give into the exhaustion, your shoulders slumping slightly, a sigh rolling off your lips “Thank you, Wilhemina.” Saying her first name felt so natural, it almost surprised you. Gently squeezing her hand, you gesture to one of the chairs in front of the kitchen island “You’re welcome to take a seat wherever. Maybe the living room is more comfortable for you. I just need to finish this up,” You nod to the dishes in the kitchen.

Looking at the time you couldn’t help the chuckle escaping you, “You know, five years ago I drove myself to the ER,” you shake your head as you continue to load up the dishwasher, “I had no one to take me, and I didn’t want to give birth by myself. My parents were in Beverly Hills at the time.”

Wilhemina moves back to the kitchen island where she takes a seat, resting her cane against it. “I remember you applying for your job not too long after that, you looked like hell, but I could tell that without this job you’d lose everything. It certainly puts things into perspective” she drums her nails of her right hand on the bench “even when someone hits the bottom” she smiles softly and shakes her head a bit “they’re capable of clawing their way out and becoming a wonderful person just like you. I meant what I said the other day, Yn.”

You look at her with a confused expression, your cheeks taking on some colour “What did you say?” Her smile brightens “You’re a wonderful role model for your daughter. She’s lucky to have you.”

“I’d be lucky to have you.”

[trashytummiez]

Story prompt: Izuku and Ochako are sharing a meal, but since they're both dorks, it gets rather awkward, so they try to distract themselves from the embarrassment by eating more food. This only serves to make them bloated and gassy, which makes the awkwardness worse, thus sparking a vicious cycle.

This one ended up being huuuuuuuge :o

Warning: contains arousal belly kink bloating burps burp kink tummy rubs

Since he first joined UA Izuku was always really close to Ochako. The two of them were of best friends ever since that first practical hero exam they took with all those robots. As their journey continued the two only became closer and closer. Both had made lots of friends within the school and had their own lives but they never lost touch with each other as their academic and heroic adventures progressed.

So when Ochako invited Izuku over to her dorm to cook together Izuku was thrilled to do so. They'd spent tons of time already cooking together at summer camp before the league invaded and ruined everything so this was like putting on an old glove for them. One that slipped on just as easily as when they first started.

Of course because the two of them were so lost in talking with each other and just hanging out as they cooked they ended up making a lot more food than they originally expected they would.

Well, at least they'd have plenty of leftovers right?

They both eventually sat at the table and put everything they cooked together at the center. Obviously there was way more food than either one intended to eat but at least they could just pick at whatever they wanted if whatever was on their plates wasn't enough.

The two teenagers quickly started eating and straight away their faces lit up at how good everything tasted.

“Mmmm wow this is delicious Ochako!” Izuku praised and took in another pretty big mouthful. After swallowing it down with a pretty hearty gulp Izuku smiled back at Ochako. “You're a really great cook!”

Ochako blushed and took a bite herself unable to gush at the flavor. She gulped and waved her hand modestly. “Oh I just followed the recipe. It was a lot easier than usual with how fast you prepped all the ingredients. I guess with all those muscles chopping meat and veggies is a lot easier huh.”

It was Izuku's turn to blush when he heard that which made him turn to his food. He instinctively ate more to mask his blush. Ochako couldn't help but notice the way Izuku ate. For such a gentle boy Izuku had one of the biggest appetites in the entire school. He could often eat more than most of his most gluttonous classmates. And as he ate here Ochako noticed that he was taking really big mouthfuls and gulping them so heavily that she could practically hear his throat squelching from across the table. Her eyes couldn't help but follow the sizable lumps that emerged and pushed down his throat before disappearing behind his chest.

For some reason that sight made Ochako blush a little more. So she in turn ate more as if to distract herself. Though even then Ochako noticed that Izuky had just the cutest smile on his face when he ate. It was absolutely adorable. There really was such an endearingly boyish quality to Izuku. An innocence and adorability no other student at the school had. Though why she was thinking about that now she didnt know. Which might explain why she once again started eating more to take her mind off of her wandering thoughts.

Izuku finished in record time. He leaned back and sighed contently. “Ahh that was so good,” he said rubbing his stomach contently.

Surprisingly Ochako finished shortly after he did. She huffed very softly and smiled back at Izuku. “You said it Deku! This tasted better than usual for some reason!” She said and patted her tummy happily with both hands. Suddenly she hiccuped making her blush and very quickly cover her mouth. “Oops! Heh excuse me. Think I ate a little faster than usual there.”

“I noticed,” Izuku said with a blush of his own. “Maybe you were hungrier than you thought?”

“M-Maybe,” Ochako conceded. Then she turned to the food still at the table and smiled innocently. “Well good thing there's still so much more right?” She quickly loaded her plate with more food to distract herself.

“G-Good point. No reason we can't enjoy a little more when everything's still fresh,” Izuku said and joined Ochako in reloading his plate.

There was noticeably more on both of their plates than the first go especially Izuku's. The two teens quickly started eating more and seemed to relax a little when they did so. Everything just tasted that good.

Once again when she ate Ochako couldn't take her eyes off of Izuku. He wasn't ravenous like so many other boys in school when he ate. But something about watching him eat so much gave her a funny feeling. She couldn't peg what it was though. The hums he gave were so cute as was his smile. But the way she could see each gulp send a lump protruding down his throat and get capped with a very soft and subtle huff from the boy only stirred Ochako in a way she couldn't describe. But it certainly made her blush which only led to her eating even more to distract herself.

Something else caught Ochako's eye.

Izuku was eating so much that after a while his normally flat and muscular stomach looked like it was beginning to stick out. It wasn't entirely noticeable but his t-shirt was definitely looking noticeably more snug around the middle than it usually did. Why was that detail making her cheeks so warm?

Izuku's thoughts weren't much better. He couldn't not notice Ochako as she ate or how fast she was eating. It was surprising that a girl like her could eat so much and so quickly. And something about that fact caused a stir in Izuku's tummy. Almost like butterflies. Especially when he noticed her own flat tummy beginning to poke out from how much she was eating at so fast a pace.

Why did that detail catch his attention so much?

To take his mind off of that Izuku plowed through his second plate and eventually polished it off. Izuku huffed to himself and rubbed his belly. He still looked satisfied but also had a hint of weariness when he rubbed. Something about seeing Izuku massaging his tummy stirred Ochako even further prompting her to eat faster. Izuku appeared strained for a moment which made his rubbing stop. Instead his fingers tightened against his stomach and he held a fist up to his mouth in time to give a deep closed mouth burp. Even muffled the rumbling sound was pretty loud.

Izuku blushed and smiled sheepishly at Ochako. “...E-Excuse me.”

Ochako giggled and said “You're excused” playfully. But even her giggle didn't hide the fact that the sound had her blushing even more. What was wrong with her?

To Ochako's surprise Izuku quickly loaded his plate with even more food.

“Wow Deku you really are hungry aren't you,” she said.

“M-Maybe a little,” Izuku lied.

Ochako finished her own plate and followed suit. Both teens quickly distracted themselves with more food. Something about eating together without Iida there felt foreign to them. Not unwelcome but oddly anxiety inducing. It was hard to really describe because they both loved each others company and cared deeply for one another. Yet being alone and dining together felt...strange to them. Especially the act itself of just seeing each other eat. Was there something the two had in common and didn't realize until now?

By the time they finished their third plates both were noticeably more full than the first and second go. “Whew. Oh wow. This stuff is almost too good not to keep eating,” Izuku praised as he leaned back and rubbed his belly. It was definitely more noticeably bloated than it was before.

Ochako huffed in a slightly more exhausted way when she leaned back in her chair and held her bulging tummy in both hands. “Ohh man you're not kidding Deku. I'm so full,” Ochako said. And clearly she was even fuller than she realized because without warning Ochako burped loudly. Her face turned as red as Red Riot's dyed hair when she clamped her mouth shut with both hands and went completely wide-eyed. “Oh g-gosh excuse me! I'm so sorry!” She sputtered with embarrassment.

Izuku looked genuinely surprised to hear Ochako of all people give such an impressive burp. But he nonetheless giggled with genuine amusement and said, “Don't be sorry that was a good one!”

“Yeah but that was so unladylike and gross!” Ochako whined in a humiliated way.

“It's only natural. We both ate a lot and ate it real fast. Of course you're gonna have a lot of air in your tummy,” Izuku explained blushing a bit at saying the word 'tummy' out loud which even Ochako smiled somewhat at hearing despite her embarrassment.

Just to prove his point Izuku leaned back in his chair and patted his belly which caused a loud echoing burp to roll out of Izuku's mouth. He normally held them in which was why his closed mouth burps always rumbled so hard . But when he let them out freely they were some of the loudest a person could give.

Ochako was naturally taken back since Izuku was so well mannered. But not only did seeing him let loose so loudly dispel her embarrassment it also had her cheeks blushing for a different reason.

Izuku blushed after. Clearly even he wasn't used to letting out an eruption like that but he nonetheless giggled and smiled back at Ochako. “See?”

She couldn't help but smile gratefully at him for doing that just to make Ochako feel less embarrassed. “Thanks Deku.”

He simply beamed preciously back at her. Then a thought occurred to him. “Can I ask you something Ochako? Don't you usually go off campus with Tsu and Mina most weekend nights to eat out together?”

“Yeah but we've both been so busy these days I thought it might be nice if we could catch up. Just the two of us,” Ochako replied.

Izuku smiled softly. “I'm really glad you did. I always love getting to spend time with you.”

Ochako smiled right back in a very fond and familiar sort of way. “Me too Deku.”

Then Izuku said the quiet part out loud when he scratched the back of his mop of hair and innocently said, “You know from an outside perspective this would almost look like a date!”

The silence between them was deafening.

But the freakout was hilarious.

“A w-w-w-WHAT?!?!” Ochako sputtered with eyes like baseballs.

“AHHH! I-I DIDN'T MEAN LikE-O-OF COURSE THIS ISN'T A DATE!!!” Izuku flailed hysterically while laughing nervously. “JUST TWO FRIENDS HAVING DINNER RIGHT?!”

“R-RIGHT! N-NOTHING ROMANTIC ABOUT THAT!!” Ochako insisted while laughing just as nervously and loudly as Izuku was.

“OF COURSE NOT! FRIENDS DO THAT ALL THE TIME DON'T THEY?”

“ALL THE TIME! JUST-A-ALL THE TIME! EVERY TIME!!!”

“EXACTLY!!”

“RIGHT!!! AND FRIENDS GET FUNNY FEELINGS WATCHING THEIR FRIENDS EAT ALL THE TIME TOO-” Ochako froze in place when she realized she said that part out loud.

Izuku was frozen in place mid-freakout. And in a hilariously deadpanned way he asked, “...What was that last part?”

Ochako's face looked like it was steaming. She sputtered in her inability to think of anything to say. So instead she turned to the food still at the table. “Y-You know I think I'm just really hungry! I'm just gonna go ahead and help myself!”

“G-Good call!” Izuku concurred and loaded his own plate with as much food as it could fit just as Ochako did. “It's still fresh after all! Tastes best going down when it's fresh right?”

“E-Exactly!” Ochako agreed and both immediately stuffed their faces with as much food as they could cram down their gullets at once. Absolutely anything they could do to shut themselves up before admitting anything else out loud.

It didn't matter how full either one was they just kept on eating and eating. Anything to get over the immense embarrassment both felt at admitting anything like romantic feelings towards one another. Such talk was absolute crazy talk after all. It had to be. At least that's what both teens convinced themselves in between swallowing one giant mouthful of food after another.

And the whole while they continued stuffing themselves their tummies continued to expand with the sudden rush of food going down their throats all at once. Both of their stomachs only continued to press and round out more and more with every few hearty gulps both took. Ochako's tummy was getting so big that her bare flesh was beginning to peak out from underneath her shirt. Izuku's tummy was even bigger revealing more of his pale stomach beneath his t-shirt and almost starting to ride up around his belly button. Their embarrassment was thus that they couldn't help just shoveling more and more food down their gullets without any train of thought to it beyond the same thought of “why did I say that?!” playing on loop in their heads respectively.

If these two were at a national eating contest they would win in a heartbeat at the rate they were eating.

The good news was that they had eventually gotten over their embarrassment in the midst of their flustered feeding frenzy. Unfortunately that only happened when the two of them had finished every bit of food they had prepped which left them both incredibly bloated and overstuffed beyond reason.

"Unnnngh...I can't believe we ate so much..." Ochako moaned scooting her chair back and rubbing her incredibly bloated tummy all over with both hands. She looked like she swallowed a beach ball with how round her belly had become in her embarrassment fueled binge.

Her big tummy gave a big grumble which caused an even bigger gas bubble to rush up her throat. Her cheeks puffed as she covered her mouth to try and hold it in but the force of it was so strong that she blew her hand back with a huge absolutely unladylike burp.

HHHHAAAAAAAAAAAAUUUUUUUURRRRAAAAAAAAHHHPPP!!!!!!

She blushed immensely and covered her mouth after that powerful eruption ripped past her lush lips.

"...Ex-cuuuUUUuu-se...m-me-eurp-oh god..." Ochako's embarrassment was made even worse when she tried to excuse herself but accidentally burped in the middle of it.

Fortunately her embarrassment was short lived. The immensely overstuffed Izuku held his huge pregnant looking belly with both hands and let loose a giant burp that somehow dwarfed Ochako's in length and volume and practically echoed throughout her whole living quarters.

BBBRRRRAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAUUUUUUURRRRRHHHRRREEEEEEEEEEEEUUUUUUUUUURRRRRRRROOOOOOOOOORRRRLPPP!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Ochako could seriously feel that record breaking eructation Izuku let loose rattle in her own bones. To say nothing of the blood it sent rushing both to her increasingly red face and her loins.

Izuku panted breathlessly. His huge belly rose and fell with his strained breathing after having so much air ripped out of him all at once like that. He tried to speak but grew strained. Instead he patted the side of his round bare belly hard and gave another burp. It wasn't as deafening as that monster he just let out but it still extended for a few seconds straight.

After Izuku leaned back in his chair and sighed while he ran his hands across his vast pale tummy. "Ohhhh man I'm ssssooo full..." Izuku moaned then brought a fist up to his mouth to give a deep closed mouth after burp.

He was so gassy and Ochako was loving it even if she wasn't faring any better.

The two teenagers struggled under the weight of their own tummies. But they fortunately managed to push themselves up and get themselves sitting down on Ochako's couch together. They sat down next to each other and their immensely stuffed tummies churned and grumbled noisily like washing machines.

Both them looked completely spent. They both groaned and massaged their overstuffed tummies which were gurgling heavier than they'd ever gurgled before.

"Ungh my tummy is killing me..." Ochako whined while she nursed her aching belly smoothly with her hands running up and down her tight bloated flesh. "...Why did we eat so much...?"

Izuku kneaded his much larger tummy until he gave another long throaty burp. Ochako blushed heavily at how she could feel it vibrate through the couch.

"...Wow you sure are burping a lot Deku," Ochako noted in a quieted tone of voice. Like she was doing her best to hide how much it was turning her on.

"Sorry I know it's gross but-"

"-I-I don't mind you can keep doing it!" Ochako blurted and blushed even more. She hoped she didn't sound too desperate when she said that.

Izuku scratched the back of his head whilst still massaging his churning tummy with one hand. "Well I was gonna say it's helping to ease some of the pressure in my tummy. You should let a few out too. It might make your own tummy hurt less."

To illustrate his point Izuku thumped his chest and gave another heavy burp that left him moaning after at how good it felt. Ochako watched Izuku knead and push down on his large round tummy really kneading his fingers into his flesh. And every time he did a really hearty burp would roll out of his throat so forcefully at times he'd even drool a little.

He normally would've been embarrassed about burping so much and so loudly around others especially Ochako. But he'd eaten so much that it was the only way he could settle his stomach down without getting sick.

Little did he realize how much Ochako was enjoying the show.

Ochako's blush wasn't going away anytime soon. She could've just sat there watching Izuku burp well into the night but she was still suffering a pretty bad tummyache herself. So she at least tried to take Izuku's advice to heart. Ochako kneaded her tummy trying to apply pressure that would force more gas out. After doing some kneading she was rewarded with a thick burp that tore out of her mouth.

HHUUUAAAAARRRRRRUUUUUHP!!!!!

It was pretty strong and left her huffing but didn't bring her the relief she was hoping it would. Especially when her tummy gave an even thicker grumble that made her cringe uncomfortably.

"There you go. Feel any better?" Izuku asked.

Ochako pushed down on her tummy again and managed to squeeze another burp out but it was a lot lighter and more strained.

"Ungh I think they're stuck..."

Izuku bit his lips and blushed himself. "...Can I...give you a hand...?" He suggested holding up his hand and gesturing to Ochako's belly.

His face was as red as hers in that moment. But Ochako quietly nodded and leaned back against the couch which made her big round tummy stick out more.

Izuku bit his lower lip and very hesitantly placed his hands on Ochako's belly. He almost whimpered at the way Ochako's bare skin felt beneath his fingers. Her flesh was smooth and soft yet as tight as his from how bloated they both were. He'd always fantasized rubbing ochako's tummy before but never imagined he'd get the chance to actually do so.

He was legitimately overwhelmed.

But once his nerves settled Izuku proceeded to rub Ochako's troubled tummy in smooth circles. Her stomach felt so warm from her natural warmth and the massive amount of fresh food she managed to eat all in one go like that. There was a light wobble to her tummy that caused everything inside of Ochako to slosh lightly with Izuku's hand movements.

Though Ochako's face was red at having Izuku touch her, she groaned at how good that touch felt against her utterly bloated stomach. That only made Izuku blush even more but he continued to rub. Izuku practically lost himself in the feeling of Ochako's tummy. He rubbed his hands across her tummy from the softer thicker bottom all the way to the rounded top of her stomach. The boy almost had to resist the urge to rest his ear against her belly and listen to it gurgling away.

While he rubbed he felt tense portions of skin where gas was brewing and pressed down on Ochako's belly carefully but firmly enough to dislodge the gas. His push was stronger than Ochako's meaning he got a larger portion of gas out. The result of which was a loud really deep burp that sounded like it came from the very depths of Ochako's stomach.

BWROOOUUUUUUUURRRAAAAHP!!!!!!!!

Ochako gasped heavily and covered her mouth out of instinct.

Izuku giggled softly and blushed himself. "Heh hey don't be sorry. A lot of the guys would probably be jealous if they could hear that. But did that at least help?"

"Yeah actually, it kind of relieved some of that tight painful pressure in my tummy," Ochako admitted.

Izuku couldn't help but smile at not being the only one who used the word 'tummy' in the room. "Should I keep going then?"

Ochako hummed and nodded a little more comfortably eager for Izuku's touch.

He continued rubbing her belly all over and using his fingers to push into her flesh. Izuku occasionally just got lost in marveling at Ochako's beautiful belly. The little freckles across her lower tummy and that unbelievably perfect looking belly button. He couldn't help placing his palm just over her navel and blushed furiously when he felt it up. Though when he applied pressure to it Ochako lurched with a sizable gas bubble working its way up her throat.

She instinctively covered her mouth and went wide eyed unsure if she was about to throw up at first.

Instead her hand was blown back as Ochako gave a massive burp that caused some drips of spittle to fly out of her delicate mouth.

HUUUUUUUUUAAAARRRRRRRUUUUUURRRAAAAAAAAHHHP!!!!!!!

As soon as that considerable gas pocket rushed out of Ochako another huge throaty burp followed almost instantly and jostled her tummy slightly in Izuku's trembling hands.

BBBRRRREEEEEEEEUUUUUUUURRRROOOOOOOORRRRAAAAAAAUUUP!!!!!!!

Izuku was kind of stunned. He'd never heard a girl burp so loudly or so frequently in his life, not even Mina. And the absolute last person he expected to hear such sounds from was Ochako.

It was incredibly surprising...and surprisingly hot at the same time. Especially the way her tummy felt like it was jiggling in his hands as the burps rolled out of her.

He smiled and gave the side of her tummy a few pats. "There you go just get it all out," he said.

And Ochako certainly didn't have any problem with that. The more Izuku kneaded her belly the more Ochako found herself burping frequently and quite loudly. There had to be a lot of pressure in her tummy to see her burping so much and so hard.

After a really long eruption rolled out of the girl she slumped back against the couch panting breathlessly. The relief she felt was incredible.

"Ungh...ohhh...w-ooOOOOOoooowwW!!!" Ochako blushed even more despite her decidedly crass onslaught of expulsions just a moment ago. She thought she got it all out but ended up burping the word 'wow' out unexpectedly.

But Izuku saw her embarrassment and grinned. He kneaded his own tummy and gave it a firm pat to burp his response right back.

GooOOod...

...ooOOOOOOOOOOONNNNNEEEE!!!!!!

UUUUURRRRrrrhpp!!!!

Ochako looked surprised to hear sweet Izuku burp talk the response "good one" back at her before just letting out a deep burp at the end. She managed a strained giggle but was blushing furiously.

"I did that on accident...you can burp-talk on command like that?" Ochako asked looking visibly flustered which Izuku didn't seem to catch onto.

"Heh yep! Trick I picked up on as a kid but I don't do it much these days since it's pretty childish."

Between the relief Izuku provided having his hands all over her tummy and her burping her brains out moments ago Ochako's thirst crept up and got the best of her.

"...Well it is just us...besides," Ochako reached over and sneaked herself a feel of Izuku's belly by giving it a playful pat making the much larger tummy ripple a little as everything inside sloshed around and gurgled. "It sounds to me like your tummy could use a little relief too."

Izuku hiccuped from the patting and then Ochako began to gently rub Izuku's much larger belly in a more sensual way. Her touch made him shiver. But it also made his tummy gurgle richly. He grunted and rubbed his chest tenderly.

"Nrf good point. Do you want me to say anything?"

She knew almost right away what she wanted to hear and nudged that large swollen tummy of his insistently when she answered. "...Could you try...burping my name?"

Her thirst was so palpable at that point that even sweet and oblivious Izuku finally picked up on what she was asking and why. There was a slight flicker in his big adorable eyes. Izuku grinned and took in some air until he couldn't take anymore in. Then he leaned in a little closer and gave Ochako exactly what she wanted.

OoooooooooooooOOooooooooo-

chAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAaak...

...ooOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOORRRRRRrrmmmph!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Izuku burped out Ochako's name straining in the middle until he massively burped out the last syllable in her name stretching it out for as long as he could until he intentionally closed his mouth at the end and let it turn into a big closed mouth burp that Ochako could hear rumbling right in her ear until it ended.

To say that Ochako's arousal reached a fever high would be the ultimate understatement.

Izuku subtly blew the gas out from the side of his mouth and gave his blushing friend a smile that was a cross between sultry and cheeky.

"We should do this again sometime," Izuku said and gently ran his hand over Ochako's burbling tummy.

Ochako leaned in and caught Izuku by surprise by planting her lips onto his. Clearly she couldn't agree fast enough.

[azucanela]

FIRST DATE HEADCANNONS + SCENARIOS

[FT. BAKUGOU KATSUKI, TODOROKI SHOUTO SHINSOU HITOSHI]

SUMMARY: Your first date with a few some of the first year boys[Bakugo Katuski, Shinsou Hitoshi, Todoroki Shouto].

WORD COUNT: 2.9k

WARNINGS: kissing, pretty pg, wholesome, perhaps slightly ooc oops, bad writing, just a tad of spice

A/N: someone send tik tok related requests they make me laugh

BAKUGO KATSUKI

when he asks you out on a date for the first time hes not actually asking

comes up to you and tells you, “get dressed im taking you out.”

you are just there talking to mina and kirishima in your pjs like ???

“with your quirk?” like you dead thought he was telling you he intended to kill you 

“no idiot...” now he’s embarrassed oh no

mina and kirishima are like 👀👀

“on a date?” they’re really trying to help him get his point across bc playing matchmaker is fun

“SHUT UP EXTRAS”

probably takes you to like some sort of outdoor thing on the first date

has to to involve movement

stroll through the park, or through like a mall if you don’t like more athletic experiences 

take him on a date to a trampoline park. do it. 

COOKS FOR YOU ON THE FIRST DATE!!!!!!!!

ITS AMAZING 

YOU HAVE BEEN BLESSED

is quieter during a date rather than his normal explosive self, he wants to listen to you, get to know you better

won’t kiss on the first date unless there’s a pre established friendship

your next date happens the same way, just tells you that you guys are going out, but you get it this time

lets you choose where you guys go that time

wants equal contribution to dates 

katsuki in street clothes is just beautiful, just ART, a masterpiece, he looks like a grumpy piece of ART

Katuski had just asked Y/N on a date, completely out of nowhere. Katsuki had asked Y/N on a date. It was difficult to believe, and considering his loud tone, the rest of Class 1-A also found it shocking, the student who claimed to have all his focus on becoming the number one pro-hero was now seeking a relationship. Ironic.

Though Y/N herself initially didn’t understand what he had been trying to say, she quickly got the message, and off they went. She was necessarily shocked by his feelings for her, they had discussed it in the dead of night, when she couldn’t sleep so he decided to forgo his normal grandpa sleep schedule. He fell asleep shortly after that conversation though, in her arms, he’d likely deny it if she ever mentioned it though.

Now, she sat on the counter in his parent’s kitchen, though neither of them were home, and the kitchen looked mostly unused. Y/N had tried to assist him but he’d brushed her off, “I asked you out. And you’re a horrible cook.” 

Y/N hopped off the counter and came up behind him, “whatever.” She mumbled, half expecting Katsuki to shove her away as she wrapped her arms around his torso as he sliced vegetables. He didn’t, though he did freeze momentarily before grumbling something about how dumb she was, Y/N knew he didn’t mean it based off the blush on his cheeks. 

Katsuki placed the vegetables into a pot of boiling water, covering it with a lid before tapping Y/N’s hand, signaling for her to let go. When she did, he turned around, and Y/N’s brow was raised. “C’mere.” He pulled her closer with one hand, and placed another on the back of her necks, bringing their lips together. 

She hummed in response, hand tangling into his hair, this wasn’t the first time they’d kissed. But it was the first time they’d gone on a date, he’d been sure to hide the dining room from her on the way inside, and she couldn’t help the excitement that bubbled up inside her. 

Y/N’s free hand found it’s way to his bicep, nails digging into his soft skin, courtesy of his quirk. Meanwhile, Katsuki’s hand found its way to the curve of her back, pushing her body closer to his only for Y/N to pull away, “pay attention while you are cooking.”

Turning to look at the pot, he’d realized that it was boiling far too much for comfort and cursed, releasing Y/N to salvage his food, she began to laugh. Katuski glared at her as he turned off the stove and put the put the vegetables into a nearby plate. 

With a smile on her face, she pressed a kiss onto his cheek, only for him to roll his eyes as he picked up the plate and moved out of the kitchen, Y/N trailing close behind as he headed to the dining room. “Can I see now?” She asked.

After a moment of contemplation, he nodded, and together they entered the dining room. It was a basic set up for a date, but it certainly set an intimate atmosphere that was rare when you lived in a dorm with several other students, and Mineta. There were candles lighting the room, and a rose in the center of the table, along with more food that he had already placed on the table. 

Grinning at him, Y/N spoke, “god you are such a sap.”

His cheeks flushed as he responded, “shut up.” 

SHINSOU HITOSHI

lol cutie, he asks you out on a date, you two are probably close friends and he just really likes your personality and attitude and stuff

“you don’t have to- well you know that but-”

“no, i’ll go out with you.”

“it’s fine i understand- wait what?”

did not think he’d get this far so he had no plans, he was expecting to plan a funeral for your friendship

ends up being the basic movie and food date

he picks a horror movie because he wants to protect you!!!

it makes him feel useful and bb needs validation

hold his hand during the movie

give him AFFECTION

you guys end up skipping dinner because you filled up on popcorn and other snacks during the movie so y’all just walk around

gives you his j a c k e t if its cold

he’s classy like that

unlike other people, he would kiss you on the first date

it would be an AMAZING experience that probably occurs at your front door, super adorable, he asks if he can kiss you

“can i kiss you?” fully expects you to say no

“yeah you can.”

“its fine, thanks for going out with me- wait what?”

same vibes as asking you out, did NOT expect this

walks you home because he is a GENTLEMAN change my mind, Shinsou brought back chivalry 2020

treats you RIGHT!!! the entire date, opens doors for you, pulls out your chair if necessary, pays for you unless you try to split the check but he might propose if you do that and pay for you regardless

When Shinsou asked Y/N out, he genuinely expected her to say no. His plans for the date included a funeral for himself and the friendship between the two of them. But, Shinsou was an honest guy and wanted to confess his feelings to her, secrets were a rarity between them, and this was no exception. They’d known each other for a while and his feelings weren’t something he could make disappear, no matter how hard he tried.

The last thing he expected was for her to agree to go out with him. 

She was still clinging onto his arm rather harshly as they exited the movie theater, having seen a horror movie, she exclaims, “I am never letting you pick the movie again.” 

Shinsou can’t help it when his heart skips a beat at her comment, looking over to her as he smirks, “again? So there will be a next time?” He asked, hoping that he hadn’t misunderstood.

Her cheeks warm, even though he asked her out, and Y/N looks away, “yes, if you want.” She mumbled, loosening her grip on his arm as they stepped outside. Cool air hits her, and Y/N can’t help the shiver that goes down her spine at the sudden cold. 

“I asked you out, of course I want a second date.” He replied, taking his arm from her grasp to remove his jacket, which he puts around her shoulders. “You still want dinner?” 

Y/N hums, taking his hand in hers and grinning as his cheeks turn red, “I’m not really hungry after all the snacks we had.” She replied, leaning her head onto his shoulder. “Let’s just walk.” 

They walked throughout the small shopping center, speaking with each other in regards to a variety of topics before beginning the walk home, when it started to rain. Thankfully, they were nearby Y/N’s home, and the laughs that consumed them as they ran didn’t stop as they ran up under the roof of Y/N’s porch. Shinsou’s hair was now matted onto his head thanks to the rain, their clothes soaked. 

Looking up at him, Y/N let another laugh escape her, “I like your hair.” She teased, bringing a hand up to ruffle it, though it had little effect.

Shinsou playfully glared at her, “yeah, yeah.” A smile found its way onto his face as he looked at her, the rain still hammering down on the roof, he found himself not wanting to let go of her hand as he asked, “can I kiss you? You don’t need-” He began to ramble, and Y/N was reminded of when he first asked her out as she watched him. 

Y/N’s hand released his and she grabbed his face, bringing his lips to hers, effectively silencing him as his hands fell onto her hips. They broke apart momentarily, only for Y/N’s arms to circle around his neck and pull him closer for yet another kiss.

“I’ll take that as a yes.” He mumbled as they pulled apart.

Tilting her head, Y/N smirked, “you’re cute.” Shinsou ducked his head to hide the pink in his cheeks at this comment. “Be here next Saturday around 2 in the afternoon. This time I pick the movie.”

Looking back up, he raised a brow. “I happened to enjoy the movie, particularly the parts when you-”

“I don’t have to agree to a second date.” Y/N threatened as she playfully slapped his shoulder before heading to her front door, looking back at him as she walked.

Shinsou hummed, eyes meeting hers as he grabbed her hand and yanked her back. “I think I liked the way you shut me up the first time around better.” He presses a gentle kiss to her lips before releasing her hand so that she can head inside. 

TODOROKI SHOUTO

THIS BOY

you probably don’t know its a date he’s like “so how was the date”

and you there like “im sorry how was the WHAT?”

asks his siblings for help because he’s clueless, also asks izuku and maybe even bakugo during their remedial course, though camie is 10x more helpful

this is because shoto always spends all of his father’s money on you

while you two are just best friends, he’ll see you look at something and then he’ll just buy it

you guys already act like a couple. like stfu we get it, you have Class 1-A’s resident pretty boy wrapped around your finger jeez no need to brag

it because he’s in love with you already but he doesn’t know that its not his fault he is oblivious to his own emotions

this just amplifies on a date

tries to take you to a ridiculously fancy restaurant and you’re like???

settles for a cafe

you get lost in the convo and forget to actually drink your drink so he just reheats it or makes it nice and cool again ya know

super useful bb

give him validation

listens to you super intently 

intellectual conversations EVERYWHERE he is literally so fun to talk to like discuss any and everything with him

First date at a cafe, he’s rich, he stole his dad’s credit card, and he happens to love trying new things since he was sheltered as a child so he will buy EVERY S I N G L E DRINK for you two to try them all together

50/50 chance he kisses you on the first date

100% chance a kiss happens if you initiate it

he walks you home, and depending on if you are feeling hot or cold, you’ll stand by his side, preferably away from the road because shoto is a gentleman who gets hit by cars for his partner 

When Izuku had suggested that Shoto take Y/N out on a date to help confess his feelings for her, he figured it would be a good idea. Except, he forgot the part where he asked her on the date.

Oops.

This didn’t really dawn on him as she led him away from the fancy restaurant he had tried to convince her to enter,  “we both know that neither of us would understand a thing on the menu because it’s probably all in french.” Though she had dressed for the occasion, and so had he. “Why do you even want to eat there?” Y/N asked, her hand still holding his as she dragged him along the side walk.

She knew very well how much he disliked such places. They reminded him of all the high end restaraunts he had been forced to go to as a child. And since his father was an infamous pro hero, and Shoto himself was one of the more popular Class 1-A students, it wasn’t uncommon for reporters to frequent areas he was seen in. Carrying their cameras as they tried to get a story about him or his father. He’d told Y/N numerous times how much he disliked the attention, which is why he avoided certain areas of the city. 

Shoto stared at their joined hands, that feeling of joy bubbling in his chest, “my understanding is that you take people to a nice restaurant for a date.” Came his response.

Y/N stopped walking, though Shoto didn’t, causing him to run into her and nearly trip her had he not grabbed waist to keep her from falling. “This is a date?” She asked, hands clinging to his arms as she tried to maintain balance. He’d been acting different, so Y/N felt as though she shouldn’t be shocked, but the fact that Shoto liked her?

He said nothing, releasing her from his arms before taking a step back, “I feel as though I should apologize-” Shoto began, realizing his mistake.

“I know a nice Café I’ve been meaning to visit that’s nearby, you want to continue this there?” She interrupted, extending her hand. Y/N wasn’t stupid, neither was Shoto, she knew he was inexperienced in the romance department and it was clear this was his attempt to woo her. 

It was cute. 

Looking up at her, he couldn’t help but give her a small smile, which she returned as he took her hand. Shoto was thankful that she hadn’t mentioned his poor preparation for the whole ‘date’ thing, since he failed to really ask her about it. Thankfully she was just going with it, “I really like you, Y/N.” It was blunt, but it was the truth, and it was Shoto, being himself. 

Y/N felt her cheeks warm as they approached the Café, “I really like you too, Shoto.” He moved in front of her to open the door, “and here we are.” She gestured to the small Café as they entered, it was a nice set up and she had been meaning to visit. The fact that it was Shoto that she was visiting with made it all the better.

“Why don’t you go find us somewhere to sit?” He suggested, small smile on his face. “I’ll save us a spot in line.” Y/N nodded, and it was clear that she had yet to notice that there was no line, and Shoto had Endeavor’s beautiful black mastercard in hand. 

Which is how they ended up with every possible drink on their table, some of which were going cold, and the cashier thanking Shoto for the $200 cash tip, laughing quietly side by side in their small corner within the Café. Y/N had chosen a more isolated part, though there were already very few people within the store. 

She looked up from her drink to find Shoto’s eyes on her, an unreadable look in his eyes, but she couldn’t help but smile at him, one that he returned. “I like this.” He said, his hand finding hers as he played with her fingers. 

“Me too.” Y/N replied, watching his movements. She found herself Y/N bringing her hand to Shoto’s cheek, and his eyes met hers momentarily, looking up at her in awe as she leaned forward and pressed a kiss against his lips.

Neither of them knew what they were doing, Shoto’s delayed reaction reminded them both of this fact as he finally kissed back after a few moments. The hand that had once been fidgeting with Y/N’s free hand, making its way to her bicep to rub circles in the spot. 

The moment didn’t last long, and when she pulled away, his lips were chasing hers, “we should do this more often.”

A small smile was on his face as he stared at her with what seemed like stars in his eyes, “yeah.” He pressed a kiss to her hand, “we should.”

A/N: when i tell you season 4 made me CRY

[hitoshisbabygirl]

Keys hit the table and the usual grunt of cuss words fill the living room of the shared apartment of Bakugou and his roommate [ ]. Hearing the angry blonde enter [ ] felt herself getting up as she entered into the shared living room of them “Bad day?” She asked as vermillion eyes glanced towards her concerned [ ] ones. “ ‘M fine'' The usual grunt filled the room as he pushed back past the worried girl. Frowning and used to this curt greeting of his from the last few days [ ] sighed and went back to their kitchen yelling to the blonde that she started a shower for him, getting no real response from him.

Bakugou and [ ] had an odd relationship. They started to live together because of the boys burning his kitchen on their day off when they all lived together. He told the others ‘She was the only smart one out of his dumbass friends and the only one he could trust to not burn his place down’ and with that the usual group of Sero, Denki and Kirishima moved out of his place and to the place beside him ,the group wanting to still be around the grumpy blonde. [ ] was used to coming over with Mina and the group being around before Bakugou asked her, quite aggressively one day ( Oi you're moving in with me, i'm tired of these dumbasses destroying my place on their days off of patrol) which is how they ended in this arrangement

Even with Bakugou being a handsome and very popular hero with ladies, he never had anyone over, no awkward run-ins with [ ] staying there, nothing at all. He rarely even left the house to visit the others unless he knew he had the time for it. Bakugou was dedicated , being the #2 hero he had little time for much outside of work. He refused to take brakes, no matter how much [ ] and the others tried to get him out hed huff and puff about work until he actually had fun at whatever function it was that he was dragged to so he could get fresh air

He'd been like this since highschool when she met him. Angry , confidence that was more like cockyness, a temper to be messed with, prideful and not afraid to speak his mind, good or bad. [ ] could remember from when she used to get paired with him how smart he actually was, but how he could also belittle you if you didn't realize he gave you backward compliments. She owns him over with taking him head to head on, in practice battles and in the work behind the scenes. Bakugou wouldn't admit it but [ ] kept him together, more than he let show on the outside. From bandaging him up after an intense fight, to letting him vent when he was angry ; [ ] was there for everything, his good , bad and ugly.

Hearing the showeer turn off [ ] continued to find them something to eat as the silence in the room was comforting. As dinner started she took his hero clothes to the washer, starting the load so he'd have a fresh outfit, even with him having multiples of the hero costume, he was quite fawn of the one that he had gotten during highschool, the measurements needing to be increased heavily for his now large size but that was nothing for [ ]. As a gift once he got his own agency she had repaired the old threads, even going far enough to bulking them up so they'd be less prone to ripping or shrinking. That was the one time [ ] had seen emotion flash through the stoic blonde before he thanked her, genuinely with a rare smile that blessed his face.

Soon though, she felt a presence in the room. Turing around she was met with those same vermillion eyes, this time the look in them unreadable as he stared his friend down “Yes Kasuki?” [ ] said as she turned back to the boiling pot of rice on the stove “What Are cooking?” He asked as he stood over the aisle to see what she was stirring. “Rice so far, do you want chicken, fish or beef to go with it?” She asked as she turned to the still staring blonde, his eyes wavering as she stared back at him “Are you okay Suki?” [ ] said again as he pushed himself up , crossing around the aisle before going to her side “You don't have to do this for me” He said as she ignored him “ So Chicken is fine?” “[ ], i'm not a child you don't have to keep treating me like one” Sighing the girl turned to him, seeing that he was hunched over the counter, stretching his back as she could see the pained expression as he pulled out the muscle “Sit down yeah? Consider this an early birthday present to you” [ ] said as he gave her a glare “That doesn't mean you have to constantly cook and do shit like this for me, I have two weeks before it anyway” “Katsuki, sit down and take the kindness i'm giving you and hush” Pointing with her stirring spoon [ ] shooed the now grumbling and fussing blonde away. Just a usual day in the apartment

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Hearing a loud cuss from the living room [ ] got up to see her roommate slump against the door, face tensed in apin as he ganced to the concerned girl “Shit, fix your face princess ‘m fine, just a bit of - fuck…- jsut soem pain is all” Reaching for the blonde [ ] helped him in, the larger male trying to hold up his weight as much as he could as she helped him to their bigger bathroom, sitting him on the toilet “Do you have any cuts or anything? Should we go to the doctor?” [ ] asked as a large hand sat over hers that went for his shirt “Im okay [ ], just some bruising and some little cuts here and there okay? Don't worry your pretty head about me” Feeling her face heat up she ignored what he said and started to help him out of his clothes, showing her a dark and slightly bloody mess of his rib cage. Wincing from the sight alone she started to lightly clean around the open wounds and surface scrapes around them. As she did he told her about the recent building that was destroyed from him using his blast too intense in one area like the villains he fought wanted him to. Another bad habit of BAkugous was beating himself up when he felt like he did poorly, which took a lot of trying to get him to let out. He would just overwork himself instead of relaxing and taking time to cool off and realize he wasn't the issue. “Any pain when I push here?” with a slight push bakugou hissed, eyes closing as she pressed deeper on his rib cage “Sorry sorry” Wrapping him up as tight as he could take [ ] stooped to look over his injuries, a frown on her lips “Stop it” Bakugou said, causing the girl to blink at him “ Stop what?” She asked as he met her eyes in the mirror “You're pouting. I'm a big boy thats what me being a hero is for i can take it , don't baby me” Her frown now deeping [ ] pushed his shoulder “Well you need a break , last week you were babying your shoulder now your ribs, im calling you in sick” Growling Bakugou went to sat something until he saw her face ; fear. She was afraid one night he wouldn't come home, that it would be the others telling her he was gone permanently. With a deep sigh he reached for her hand, pulling her back to him as he gave her a hug. Concerned and trying to come to her racing heart she looked up to those deep eyes of his, the same concert starting to fill them “ [ ]...i'll take the week off it makes you happy and rest, I’ll be okay alright? Just...please..I dont want to disappoint the one person who helps me even when im stupid and tells me what i need to hear without just agreeing with me” Shocked at his words all [ ] could do was rub his arm and bury her face in his warm chest, inhaling the smell of smoke and burnt caramel from his skin “Oi princess..” He rasped out as she just hummed , not moving from her spot. With ease the still injured blonde picked her up effortlessly and placed her on the sink, causing her to cry out. Slowly he let his hands trace her face, their eyes studying the other as he pressed his forehead to hers “Thank you..for dealing with me” He whispered against her lips as they slowly closed the gap between them, lips sealing in a soft peck. As soon as it happened it was over, Bakugou pulled away before he got too invested. Biting his bottom lip he gave her a lopsided smile, heading to his bedroom

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4/20, The day of the birthday boy Katsuki rolled in a lot faster than he thought it would. Sitting up slowly he looked around his dark room, the bright light of 2:00 am mocking him as he got up to go to his kitchen. Seeing [ ] humped over at the computer sparked the explosion heros curiosity. Finishing his glass of water she came over to her, seeing that she had one last piece of paper in her hands that strangely looked like….

“Are those my reports?” a deep voice rumbled out. Letting out a screech [ ] jumped, turning in the swiveling chair to an almost adorable sight. A shirtless and sleepy Bakugou was rubbing his eyes as he let himself focus on her “Uhm...well yeah they are. They're all done now!” [ ] said as she gave him a wide smile whined the blondes' frowns deeped “You did all of my paperwork?” He said in disbelief as she looked at her hands , picking at her hand “Well yeah...I wanted you to have a non stressful birthday” She admitted as he scoffed , getting closer to her as he wrapped his arms around her neck and the top of the chair “You're so sweet...too good for me….” He grumbled as he hid his face in the nervous girl's neck. Gasping as she felt his hot lips kiss the junction of her neck she couldn't help but lean over more . letting him absentmindedly kiss her all over her shoulder and neck, little ‘Thank yous’ spilling from the tired man's lips. Still following his same path he worked his way up to her cheek, basking in the little laugh she let out as he nuzzled under her chin. Slowly what happened a few days ago repeated itself, they were face to face as his still sleep swarming eyes stared back at her curious ones. Tapping her bare leg from her seat she moved as he took her by the arm to his room. Hearing her heart in her ears [ ] sucked in a breath as he flopped on his luxury bed, making grabby hands at the standing girl. Giggling [ ] crawled in the bed with him as he pulled her on top of him “[ ]....” He groaned as she looked at him. Licking his lips as whispering Bakugou spoke “ I really like you...You and shitty hair dont have to do much for me all i want is you…” He said as she gave him a wide eyed look, not sure she heard him right “Yeah im finally admitting it...ive had a crush on you for a while...i never noticed it until Shitty hair called me out for having a worse mood when that good for nothing vibrating little shit tried to steal you from me at the banquet” As the comfortable silence filled the room he spoke up again “ And i really...wanna kiss you….but im scared you wouldn't like me back...after all these years of dealing with my shit and how i can be...your like a godsend to me..” As he opened his eyes to her he was surprised to feel her lips press against his , full and warm. Slowly he wrapped his arms around her waist, holding her in his lap as they kissed more and more, the kiss becoming deeper as she pulled away, whispering a soft ‘ I love you’ as he kissed her again until they drifted to sleep in eachothers arms.

[violetarks]

Can you please make a happy end part 2 to Let Her In? I literally cried reading it 😭

Let Her In

Anime: My Hero Academia

Character: Bakugou Katsuki

Summary: A break was what they decided on, but it was more easy said than done. But somehow they weren't as confident as they were a few weeks ago.

Song: Certain Things — James Arthur (ft. Chasing Grace)

Part One | Part Two | Part Three

Y/N woke up, the sun shining towards her through the window. She shifted in her spot, sitting up and wiping her eyes. It was warm this morning, how ever shivers ran up her spine from the feeling of her body waking up. It didn't help that an arm laid on top of her waist.

It had been a week, maybe two, since Bakugou returned his copy of her apartment key. Since they last hugged and were a couple. They made no move to contact each other but didn't delete their numbers, nor try to ignore their social media.

Bakugou saw all the times Mina and Jirou came over to have movies or dinner, just to cheer Y/N up. Or Y/N when Kirishima and Kaminari took him out to drink or try to cook for him. It was nice to know the two of them were doing okay.

She glanced down to the person beside her. Y/N's apartment bed was big enough for at least three people to sleep comfortable in. She got this bed when she and Bakugou slept in the same bed for the first few times. He would toss and turn and squish against her because of their small space. So she got a bigger bed, although Bakugou got lonely and kept her closer to him. It was usually cold on Bakugou's side so he'd go over to hers.

It still smelt like him. The pillow beside her.

It was kind of weird, considering how he hasn't even set foot in her bedroom in the past few weeks.

The arm around her waist shifted as Y/N moved to stand up. She looked behind her and placed a hand on the arm. "I need to get up and make breakfast." She said, a smile on her face.

The arm pulled away from her, hearing a groan in return, "But Y/N, it's only like... 7:30!"

"No, Mina, it's 10:00." Y/N chuckled, standing up and stretching, "Why don't you just cuddle Kyoka?"

"We have separate rooms for a reason, Y/N." Jirou replied, on the other side of Mina with her eyes still closed. She then peeked over her shoulder to Y/N, who was getting a hoodie over her head. "What are you making?"

Y/N replied, walking towards the doors, "My famous omurice. I'll call you when I'm done."

She closed the door behind her before walking into the kitchen.

The girls had been staying with Y/N in her apartment for a while. At first, it was just check ins and such to make sure Y/N was travelling smoothly. And she was for a bit, until Jirou walked in on Y/N just staring at herself in the mirror in her bathroom, just playing with the ring around her finger. When Jirou touched her shoulder, Y/N began crying silently and made no move to stop. Mina and Jirou slept over from then on.

They were afraid Y/N would lose her mind over the 'break-up'. She was so excited to announce to all their friends that they were engaged and ready to be happily married.

The proposal was only three weeks before they separated. If you didn't know the two well, you would've thought they shouldn't have gotten engaged after six months of dating. But Y/N and Bakugou had been friends since UA. They'd been around each other since forever ago.

Bakugou's proposal was more of a spur of the moment decision. Of course he'd been thinking about it for ages, but it slipped out when Y/N was cleaning his wounds with alcohol. He just plainly asked 'do you want to marry me?'. And she replied with 'if you're serious, then I'd love to. But we should wait until we find the right time'.

The 'right time' being once Bakugou had free slots in his schedule, and when he confessed that he loved her. Needless to say, that would be postponed until further notice.

During breakfast at Bakugou's house, Kirishima and Kaminari barged through the door with takeout. They cheered for their friend, trying to lift his spirits.

Bakugou needed a distraction. Something to do. He took out his frustrations on the villains, nearly beating them to a pulp. He would also cook a lot. He was so used to cooking for the both of them so it was weird only cooking... so little. Kirishima and Kaminari picked up on that when they came over unexpectedly and Bakugou had set up two plates of curry. He didn't even realise until the boys asked if someone was coming over.

"Bakugou! We got you some ramen from the place you like!" Kirishima called, placing the meals on the table, "We were gonna' try and cook here, but we decided that it wasn't a good idea."

Kaminari pouted, pulling out chopsticks and napkins. "Y'know, I can make pretty good ramen too." He claimed, placing the bowls on each spot for the three of them, "You just never wanna' try it out."

Kirishima rolled his eyes and placed a hand on his hip. "That's because the last time you cooked, you somehow got your quirk involved and it electrocuted Sero's tongue." He stated before looking around the kitchen and living room, "Where is Bakugou? He said he had a day off today."

Kaminari shrugged his shoulders. They had decided to go check it out and see if Bakugou was anywhere inside the house. The two travelled towards the bedroom, seeing the door half-open.

On the bed meant for two, Bakugou was sitting on his side, flicking through his phone. He was hunched over, obviously stalking her and her friends' social medias. He gave a sigh before falling back into the mattress. It was then that he realised the two standing at his door.

"What the fuck do you want?" Bakugou questioned, wiping his face.

"Bakugou, I don't think it's healthy for you to check her page every few seconds." Kaminari said, rubbing the back of his neck slowly.

"I'm only checking to make sure of something, idiot." Bakugou said, tossing his phone onto his pillow as he closed his eyes.

Kirishima hummed, leaning against the door sill, "And what is that?"

Bakugou opened his eyes and glared at the ceiling. "That she doesn't give up on me." He sighs out quietly.

The last photo he check was the one Mina had posted a few minutes ago. Y/N was wearing a hoodie and shorts, standing in front of the stove with the egg on the pan. She looked at the camera with a soft smile as Jirou looked away. Y/N gave a small wave, letting Bakugou see the band still around her finger. It was still there.

He was worried that she'd give up on him. The first few days were Hell, all the anxiousness of Y/N taking off the ring was clouding his mind. Bakugou put all his trust in Y/N. He needed her to remember that she loved him and she said she'd wait for him.

Y/N hated to admit it but she was scared that Bakugou would never come back. Maybe he'd realise that the reason he never said those words was because he truly didn't love her. Or maybe he'd believe his statement that nobody would wait for him to be ready, and just leave. Bakugou was straight-forward. He wouldn't want to waste time.

Kaminari sat down beside Bakugou, Kirishima on the other side. His hand rested on Bakugou's shoulder as he sat up. "Dude. You sure you don't wanna' move on?" Kaminari asked warily, "You seem... stumped."

It's not that he didn't like Y/N, but Kaminari didn't like seeing Bakugou like this. Y/N and Bakugou were amazing and Kaminari loved their relationship. He didn't know where it was heading and if it should keep going. So he tried to make it better for Bakugou, as he knew the girls were doing for Y/N.

Bakugou glared at Kaminari. If looks could kill. "Fuck off, Dunce Face." He scowled, standing up and walking towards the bathroom, "I'm not gonna' move on from her. Even if I wanted to, I wouldn't. We're in this shitty mess because I couldn't just tell her that I..."

Fuck, he thought, too much.

Kirishima sighed once he stopped. He knew the situation. Bakugou had been beating himself up about it for days on end. He even once asked Kirishima for help, whilst saying 'hypothetically' to make it seem like he didn't really need help.

He couldn't leave her. Not when he was addicted to everything she was and is. She was the reason he hadn't gone mad yet and he'd be damned if he wasn't allowed to be in her arms again.

But maybe she'd get tired of waiting.

"What are you gonna' do?" Kirishima questioned, getting up and nudging Kaminari to do so.

"I'm hers." Bakugou whispered softly to himself, staring down at the sink. He wasn't going to cry with those guys in his room. "I don't want to be anyone else's. Just hers."

Kirishima and Kaminari heard it. They only smiled a bit before calling him to eat breakfast.

The first time they fought, like really fought, was after the Bakugou Rescue Mission. Y/N had gone with the group to save him. And he was a wreck on the way back. Y/N stayed with him at the station and walked home to his house before going to hers.

He was angry with her that she went. At the point, they were barely even friends. Well, to Bakugou, as Y/N viewed him as one of her best friends already. She had told him that she couldn't let him go. Y/N wasn't even in his class. She was in the Support Department, one of the students who worked on his suit. Which is how she met him.

He got even angrier. Why was this... person caring for him so much? He was going to yell at her when Y/N just placed her hands on his cheeks, holding his face in her palms. She glanced at him seriously before saying that she adored things and ignored others. She decided that Bakugou fit into one of those categories and it certainly wasn't the ones being ignored.

He was calmed down before heading inside.

A lot more weeks was all it took for Bakugou to finally realise that Y/N was still there.

Really, it had been seven months later. But it felt like just yesterday they had left each other.

At the supermarket, she was grabbing milk and butter. It was Mina's birthday soon and she wanted to practice making Mina's favourite cake. Y/N was determined not to mess up the recipe. Bakugou had turned the corner with his basket to get some yoghurt when he noticed her.

"Kyoka, are you sure she wants red velvet?" Y/N asked into the phone, the voice catching Bakugou's ears. He couldn't believe it. Y/N looked on the other side of the aisle and saw amounts of tubs. "Mina really likes ice cream. How about we make her something with that? What? Oh my God, Kyoka, she's 21, she want an ice cream cake."

She stopped a moment on the phone as people passed Bakugou. He was frozen in his spot, standing in the dairy aisle like a lost kid. Y/N then giggled, "Oh okay, she might. I'll try the velvet and then we can do the ice cream cake. You have sprinkles at home, right?"

He stopped on his tracks. His heart beat increased almost immediately. His eyes felt tired from staring too long. It wasn't until she turned the corner and out of his vision that he snapped back into reality.

He got his things and paid, heading home. He was thinking about Y/N, how she still looked good in her clothes and how she picked the same milk he got. A habit she got from him. Y/N was still so amazingly enchanting.

In his driveway, Bakugou hooked his fingers around the bags and pulled them inside into his house. He set the bags on the table and began to unpack them.

Y/N mentioned something about Mina's birthday party, which meant that he would have to go. It'd be the first time in months that he'd properly see her. She hadn't talked to him in ages. Would her voice still sound the same as it did that long time ago? Would she still light up when she saw him.

He would have to see her again, have to speak with her again. Maybe he would be able to say the things he never said. Bakugou's been working on himself. He really has. Just the thought of her was enough for him to drive forward.

"Was she wearing her ring?"

He mumbled it to himself. A question that drove him insane almost instantly. She was wearing. Of course! She never took it off.

Right?

So why couldn't he remember seeing the ring?

She's given up. Hasn't she?

Another two months and it was Mina's birthday. Also, by this time, it had been nine months since they last spoke or interacted. Nearly a year. It was amazing that he could last that long without talking to her.

The party was held at Mina's apartment. Jirou had reluctantly allowed it because of the last time they had one at their apartment, they spent the next two days cleaning up. Y/N offered to do it at hers, but Jirou declined. She didn't know how Y/N would feel having Bakugou at her place again.

Mina dressed Y/N up in a dress, much to her dismay as she wanted to wear jeans and a nice top. It was down to a few inches above her knees and the sleeves ran just off-the-shoulders. The dress was Mina's, and she said she wanted Y/N to look her best tonight.

Y/N knew Bakugou would be there. They were all friends, of course. She was... nervous.

Maybe Bakugou had made up his mind and said he would move on. He went out more with the guys, Sero even bringing him to the club every once in a while. Kirishima and Kaminari got him drunk a few times. Even more than he did before. But Bakugou was still himself, perhaps just more independent than before.

So he didn't need her, did he?

"Hey, Y/N!" Uraraka and Midoriya called, walking up to her, "It's been a while, hasn't it?"

Y/N chuckled, holding her drink to her chest, "Yeah, it has. The last thing I remember was helping Ochaco with her new upgrades." She smiled at the brunette before shrugging her shoulders. "How's it going between you two, anyway?"

Midoriya and Uraraka were married at this point. Midoriya had proposed and they got it sealed only two months later. To say Y/N was a little envious would be true. But she was happy for them.

Midoriya rubbed the back of his neck. "Actually, we're celebrating our one year soon." He claimed, making Y/N widen her eyes at him, "Ochaco said that she wanted to spend it with everyone, so we're planning to have people over to celebrate. You're definitely one of the top people on our list, Y/N."

Y/N giggled in return, covering her mouth a little to make it look convincing, "That's great! I'd love to come, we've been friends so long!" She downed the rest of her drink. "I'm so happy for you, Ochaco, Izuku."

Uraraka held onto Midoriya's arm closely. "Thank you, Y/N!" She laughed happily, rosy cheeks as she rings shone in the light, "Speaking of which, how are you and Bakugou?"

Y/N stopped smiling at that point. Truth be told, she hadn't tried to reach out to Bakugou mainly because of fear. The fear that he would ask why she was contacting him. The fear of Bakugou saying that he didn't want to continue this 'relationship'. The fear that he would... just let her go.

Her throat was tightening up and she felt her head spin. "Katsuki and I..." She began, fiddling with her skirt, "Well, I don't know how to say this—"

"Y/N! It's been so long!" Kirishima called out, walking towards her with his jacket on his arm, "How've you been? You look great tonight!"

Uraraka and Midoriya must've noticed the change in mood, because they quickly excused themselves as Kirishima dragged Y/N away to the balcony. He shut the door behind them, turning around to see Y/N already staring at him.

"Thank you, Eijiro." She said with a soft smile, breeze running through her hair, "I don't know how to tell the others. It's kind of difficult."

Kirishima shrugged it off easily. "It's okay. I know how you feel about Bakugou." He spoke, leaning against the balcony with her, "About that... You know he's here right?"

"Of course I know." She replied, watching the cars rush around beneath them, "You, Denki and Katuski arrived together. But don't worry, it's fine. He doesn't have to talk to me if he doesn't want to."

Kirishima glanced at her before looking away. "I'm pretty sure he does want to talk to you, Y/N." He states, tilting his head to the side, "He saw you already and made an excuse to go to the bathroom. I just think Bakugou won't know what to say."

"He should."

Kirishima looked down to her. "What do you mean?" He mumbled out to her.

A few minutes of silence passed through them.

Y/N stood up straight, hands leaving the balcony railing. She fixed her dress skirt and took a deep breath in, making sure the off-the-shoulder parts were comfortable. Walking towards the door, she looked over her shoulder.

"Because he knows that if he wants to get back together, he has to tell me something."

The door shut behind her and she walked back to get a refill on her drink. Whilst at the sodas, Jirou came up and tapped Y/N's shoulder. "It's nearly time for cake. It's in your fridge, right? Do you want me to get it?"

Y/N shook her head and gave Jirou her cup. "No, I'll get it. Just come and knock at my door if anything goes wrong." She said, making her way to the door. Jirou nodded her head.

Y/N opened the door, waving 'hello' to Yaoyorozu and Ojiro who were on the other side of the room. She failed to notice the vermillion eyes following her moves.

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samihyo pregnancy fluff part one !! there will be a part two so don’t worry !! it’s jut already four am and i want to publish some content before i fall asleep !!

sorry i’ve been taking so long to post stuff, school sucks. but i only have three more weeks left !!

“Baby you really don’t have to do that.” Sana couldn’t help but laugh at Mina as her wife opened the car door for her. It had only been two days since Sana had told her about her pregnancy, but ever since, both of her wives had been so careful around her. Sana wasn’t allowed to cook (it’s not like she was before, but they had laid down stricter rules now), she wasn’t allowed to do laundry, and every time she tried to clean Mina or Jihyo would take the cleaning stuff out of her hand. They always tried to offer her arms when she was going somewhere and  It was cute for a few minutes, but it got old quickly. She knew they had wanted this for so long and now that they had this they wanted to do everything they could to protect their baby, but it was getting annoying quickly. “It’s really okay. I like doing things for you.” Mina nodded.

“I know but it’s becoming too much.” Sana rolled her eyes. “You are adorable, and I love you, but please stop treating me like I’m made of glass. That goes for you too Hyo.” Sana turned to her other wife, who was grabbing their stuff from the car. “I know you two are just excited and a little scared, I feel the same. But really, I’m pregnant, not dying.” “Fine.” Mina couldn’t fight the smile on her face. “You win.” Jihyo mumbled. 

“Really though you two are so cute. You’ll both make good moms soon.” Sana giggled, intertwining her hands with both of theirs. “Let’s make sure the baby is good first before we start talking about this stuff too much.” Jihyo nodded. “We never know anything that could go wrong-”

“Shh.” Sana turned to Jihyo. “No bad thoughts today.” Jihyo rolled her eyes at Sana but smiled. “You okay Mina?” Mina had grown quieter as they walked inside the hospital, all their hands still together. Jihyo had noticed it when they first stepped out of the car, but didn’t comment at first. 

“I just- I don’t like hospitals.” Sana and Jihyo both knew this fact. They had tried to find a good doctor that didn’t work out of a hospital, but the only ones that met their standards were in hospitals. Mina had said she would be fine, but both of her wives knew to look out for her. “It’s okay. We won’t be here for very long.” Sana kissed her and Mina’s joined hands. “I’ll go check you in.” Jihyo smiled at the two. “Thank you babe.” Sana giggled, guiding Mina over to a chair in the waiting room. Mina unconsciously tightened her grip on Sana’s hand, and Sana swiped her thumb over Mina’s hand. “Hey, what are you thinking about?”

“If the baby will look anything like you.” Mina commented. “Oh yeah? Maybe it will. There's what, a fifty percent chance?” “I don’t think that’s how genetics works.” Mina giggled. “You are the science professor.” “Chemestry is dumb.” Sana rolled her eyes. “I think that’s biology.” “Biology is dumb.” Sana pouted. “I haven’t thought about either since I was what- a sophomore in college?” “You teach physics.” Mina pointed out. “Physics has nothing to do with chem or bio.” Sana nodded. “Maybe if we’re lucky the baby will be a science nerd like me.” “Or maybe they will prefer humanities.” Mina giggled. “Or who knows what if they want to become a pop idol or an artist?” “That would be pretty cool too! It’s kinda crazy to think how they could be anything- that they are this little ball of potential and we get to raise it.” Sana giggled. “Yeah…” Mina trailed off. “I can’t wait to find out what they love.” “Me too.” Sana smiled when Jihyo started walking back towards them. “They said it should be any minute.” Jihyo smiled at the two. Sana reached her arms out and pulled Jihyo down for a kiss, causing a blush to spread out on her cheeks. 

“Sana.” Jihyo whined. “So adorable.” Sana giggled. “Both of you.”

“Stop.” Jihyo whined, a blush on her face. “Okay.” Sana smiled. “Mrs.Minatozaki?” “Right here.” Sana grabbed both of their hands, both of them happily following her to the back area. After a preliminary examination Sana is taken to a back room while they wait for the first ultrasound. Sana’s leg is bouncing while she waits, her nerves making her quieter than usual. Mina and Jihyo both noticed, looking over at each other for confirmation before Jihyo spoke up. “It’s okay.” Jihyo nodded. “You really don’t need to be nervous.” “Really.” Mina kissed Sana’s cheek. “We are in this together love.” 

“Okay.” Sana took a deep breath in, slowing her leg. “I’m good.” “You sure?” Jihyo asked.

“Yeah.” Sana smiled. “I’m perfect.” When the doctor tells them the baby is perfectly healthy, they all start crying. Jihyo and Mina are able to hold it back until they are in the car, but Sana cries right there in the doctor's office. She blames it on the hormones, but they all know the real reason. They had all wanted this for so long. So goddamn long. They had watched all their friends have and raise kids. They had seen so many negative pregnancy tests. They had sat through the pain doctors visit when they told them Mina was infertile. They had sat through so many doctor visits. They had all lived with the thought in the back of their mind that maybe they couldn’t get pregnant, and had all debated giving up. They had even fought over this topic. But now, now they were having a baby. A healthy baby that right now was so tiny and fragile and it’s heartbeat was so fast and so, so perfect. They had wanted this for so long, and now that they were having it, they were so beyond happy. There was only one thought on all three of their minds as they all cried in the car, and that was that they couldn’t wait to meet their baby in a few months. 

xx 

Jihyo smiled when she saw the adorable look on Sana’s face when she first presented her with red bean mochi at three am. The cravings had started quickly with her pregnancy, they had only known about the baby for a week and Jihyo was already making a trip to the twenty four hour supermarket for one of her wife’s cravings. She was just lucky they had a pretty extensive Japanese section, Jihyo was worried she wasn’t going to find it. “Thank you.” Sana had the most excited adorable look on her face. Jihyo couldn’t help but kiss her. “No problem love.” Jihyo giggled. She was still tired, but she also had a bit of energy from the drive to the supermarket. Sana unwrapped her treat, trying to be as quiet as possible. Mina had an early morning class the next morning, so they were trying to let her sleep the best they could. “Is it good?” “Uh-hum.” Sana nodded with a smile as she took a bite. Normally they didn’t eat in bed, but Sana and Jihyo both knew they could make an exception today. “I have been craving red bean all night.” “Oh yeah?” Jihyo giggled. “Well maybe the baby really likes red bean.” “Maybe. It’s not my favorite food, but it’s all I could think about.” Sana took another bite. “What were you and Mina talking about earlier, when I was napping?” Sana had been extra tired lately, and had started taking after work naps before dinner. Mina and Jihyo were always supportive of these naps, they knew Sana was extra tired now. The doctor had even warned them Sana would be more fatigued due to the fact she was a bit older than most first time moms. “Oh, Mina and I think it might be a good idea to wait to tell our friends about the baby.” Jihyo commented, laying on her back and wrapping an arm around Sana’s waist. “The first trimester is unpredictable, and we never know what could happen.” “The doctor said the baby was healthy…” Sana trailed off, looking down at the bedsheets. “I know love. And I’m not doubting that the baby will continue to be healthy. We just need to be a little cautious, that’s all.” Jihyo smiled at her wife. Sana was halfway done already, and she had a bit of red bean on her cheek. “We can tell them soon. Just in a little bit.” 

“Fine.” Sana whined. “That makes sense.” “I know you want to tell them.” Jihyo sat up and gently brushed some of the red bean paste off Sana’s cheek. “And you can… Just wait a little longer okay?” “Fine.” Sana whined, but softened when Jihyo kissed her. “Now let's go back to sleep, we don’t want to wake Mina up.” They both smiled at their other wife, who was now starfishing on their bed. Mina tended to do that when she was by herself or Sana and Jihyo were in the corner like they were now. It was cute, but if they weren’t careful Mina would steal all the blankets and they would spend the night considerably colder than normal. 

xx Sana let it slip the next day. 

Ever since Sana moved to Korea, Sana and Momo had a tradition of getting Japanese food together once a week. It had started when they were kids, and as they grew up it never went away. It used to be every Friday, but when Momo had her kids Fridays became too crowded with sports practices and carpool duties, so they had moved it to Thursdays. They only ever really  missed it if one was on vacation or one was sick, and even then they tried to make it up to each other. They had been best friends since they were kids. They were a literal family. Meeting up every week bonding over their home food was something both of them absolutely adored. Sana had let it slip after ordering her second bowl of ramen. Momo hadn’t seen Sana do that much, so she was surprised when her cousin had decided to go for a second. She rarely ever even finished a first bowl when she ordered ramen, and here Sana was eagerly ordering a second. 

“Well you try being pregnant and nauseous all day. You would eat a lot when you felt better too.” Sana had argued, not even noticing her slip for a second. “Wait-what?” Momo paused mid bite, her jaw hung open while she looked at Sana. It was then when she saw Momo all wide eyed and slack jawed that it hit her what she had done. “You're pregnant?” “Oh yeah.” Sana took a deep breath. “Jihyo and Mina didn’t want me telling anyone, but yeah we just found out last week.” Sana had already predicted what Momo’s reaction would be when she told her. Momo had never been the type to get overly emotional, so Sana was guessing she would give her a warm smile and a simple congrats. She never would have expected Momo to burst into tears. It was so Un-Hirai-Im Momo. Sana had known Momo since they were born, they were cousins and they had always been close. And it was rare she had seen Momo cry. And all the times she had seen it, it was always related to Nayeon. She had cried a couple times when they had particularly bad fights, she had cried at their wedding, cried with her when they got approved to adopt the twins, and Sana had seen tears clinging to her eyes the night Kazumi was born but that was pretty much it. “W-What’s wrong?” “Nothing-god nothing.” Momo sniffled. “But Sana… Sana, you're having a baby.” Seeing Momo in tears brought Sana close to them herself. Momo knew about all the pain they had suffered by this years-long process trying to have a baby. All of their friends knew about it, but Momo knew it very well. Sana had called her stressed or in tears too many times for her to not understand how much mental anguish it had caused both Sana and her wives. Momo had been through it herself before they adopted the twins, though it was not nearly as long. She knew how hard it had been on all of them, but particularly Sana. “Yeah…” Sana sniffled, looking downwards at her stomach and putting one hand on it. “Yeah… I am Momoring.” Needless to say, they gathered some weird looks from the others around them, but they didn’t pay them any mind. They were both just so happy, they couldn’t hold back their emotions. Later after they left Sana made Momo promise she wouldn’t tell anyone and Momo agreed only after Sana promised not to tell anyone she had cried. 

xx 

Sana hadn’t meant to read Jihyo’s mail. She really hadn’t, but she had just found it and thought it was something else. 

Sana had been waiting for a letter from her boss with the official documentation for her requested time off. Since they rarely took any vacation time, she had a lot saved up. They had never needed to take much of their vacation time, most of them had a couple weeks of break in the summer to travel and they didn’t have kids so vacation days were rarely used, so naturally all three of them had a lot stored up. When Sana went to ask her boss for the next semester off and maybe even the one after, he readily agreed. Sana was one of the top professors in her department and had ten-year as well as a wealth of vacation days, so he really didn’t mind her taking an entire school year off to focus on her family. However since it was a pretty lengthy absence from work she would need some official paperwork from the university to document her year of absence. So naturally when she saw a piece of paper with the university's emblem at the top stuffed into one of their drawers she grabbed it, thinking it was for her and had gotten put there by accident. It was very Un-Mina like but sometimes Jihyo would forget to tell her she had mail and leave it in odd places. It usually wasn’t in a random drawer, but Sana hadn’t thought about it too much. When she read the letter, she quickly realized it wasn’t for her. “Park Jihyo, why didn’t you tell me about this?” The minute Sana read it, she knew she had to talk about it with her wife.

“Tell you about what?” Jihyo asked, turning from where she was playing Minecraft with Mina. “That you were offered to do research fall semester in Switzerland.” Jihyo put her control down when she heard that. She let out a long sigh, gesturing for Mina to pause the game as she opened her arms for Sana to come over to them. “I’m not going to go.” Was the first thing Jihyo said. “What- no I want you to go.” Sana nodded. “I’m sorry if I seemed mad- I’m just mad you didn’t tell us.” “I know, I’m sorry. I didn’t tell you guys because I don’t plan on going.” Jihyo told Sana, turning to Mina. Mina looked a little hurt as well, but she was remaining quiet. Sana had been very hormonal lately, and could get mad easily, so she knew Jihyo was trying to be calm with her.

“You’ve wanted to do research for so long though Hyo…” The architecture department was huge, so there were a lot of professors. Naturally as such, there weren’t many research opportunities for professors. Jihyo had always wanted to get one, but since she had started from the bottom she was never given the opportunity. “I would be gone for four months Sana…” Jihyo trailed off. “Four months at the end of your pregnancy. I couldn’t do that.” “The fall semester ends weeks before my due date, you would still be back in time.” Sana argued. “No-no I don’t want to be away from you then.” Jihyo nodded.

“I mean- Mina can take care of me. You really won’t miss much. Just me complaining about my back hurting and that I have to pee all the time. I think you should go.” Sana looked to Mina for help, Mina nodding.” “You have wanted to do research forever Hyo…” Mina pointed out. “You may not get the opportunity again for a while, and Sana’s right. I can take care of her.” “Or we could even go with you to Europe.” Sana suggested. “I got approved for the whole year off next year.” “No- baby do you know how miserable that would be? You would be very pregnant on an annoying long flight. Putting the many many dangers of that aside you would be so miserable the entire time. It’s okay. I can maybe talk to the lead and see if they do something like this again in a few years.” Jihyo nodded, grabbing one of Mina’s hands and putting the other over Sana’s stomach. There wasn’t much yet, but at two and a half months pregnant a bump was starting to form. “Besides, I want to be here. I want to listen to you complain about your back hurting and that you have to pee.” “We can do that over facetime. I can tell you every day over video call if that's what you want.” Sana offered. “No, I want to be here. I want to be with you for the last few doctors appointments and the rush of trying to get everything ready for the baby and all of the little complaints about your feet or your back hurting. I want to be here for nesting and all the little kicks the baby is going to do. I want to be here with both of you. It’s not the same over video chat. It’s okay. I can do research later, but this? This is something we won’t experience again.” Both knew she was right. After Sana gave birth there was basically no chance of her getting pregnant again. The doctors had already told them that and they were okay with it. They were just happy they were able to experience it once. “Are you sure?” Sana asked, putting her hand over Jihyo’s on her stomach. “Of course I’m sure.” Jihyo nodded, squeezing Sana’s hand. “I love all three of you so much, there’s no where I would rather be than right here.” 

xx 

As convincing as Jihyo had been in front of Sana, Mina could tell she wasn’t being completely obvious. The next time Sana went out with Momo for their weekly dinners, she comforted her wife about it. “Are you- are you really okay giving up the opportunity to do your first research?” Mina knew dancing around the subject wasn’t going to work, as much as all her instincts were telling her too. Truthfully, she didn’t understand what Jihyo was giving up as much as Sana. Her department really didn’t do research so it wasn’t something she had ever really thought about. Sana had been involved with three research projects before, and she had loved all of them. Even when she would come home exhausted she would always happily recount what exactly she had done and how exciting it was, even if Mina and Jihyo had no idea what she was talking about. They both liked seeing her so excited, and listening to her talk, so it worked out. “Yeah-of course.” Jihyo nodded, not looking away from her switch. “I will get another chance in the future. Maybe.” “Maybe?” “No. I will.” Jihyo sighed. “It just- it couldn’t have worse timing. If this had happened a year ago I would consider going but right now- right now I can’t leave.” “Hyo… I know you want to stay with Sana, but if you do something you’ll regret, it will just make you miserable.” Mina put a hand on Jihyo’s cheek, stroking it and forcing her to look her in the eyes. “And I know you don’t want the baby to see you miserable.” “Mina-I can’t.” Tears rushed to Jihyo’s eyes as she gazed into Mina’s loving ones. “We waited so goodman long for this- Years Mina. We’ve waited years. As fun as research sounds- I can’t leave now.” “Are you sure?” “Yes. And yeah maybe I’ll be a little scared I’ll never get the opportunity to do research again, but you and Sana and the baby are so much more important to me.” Jihyo couldn’t help but pull Mina into a kiss, her tears dripping down her cheeks still. “I love you three so much, you don’t even know it.” “Hyo…” Mina leaned in and captured Jihyo’s lips again. “I love you so much.” 

Needless to say, when Sana got back and found them in bed with nothing but the covers on, she whined about how they started without her. But, they both happily made it up to her.

xx 

After Sana’s first checkup of the second trimester, they all agree it’s time to tell their friends. Their friend group had a long standing tradition of having family dinners together on the second and fourth Sunday night of every month, and even when some of them started having kids this didn’t change. It was time for all of them to hang out and catch up, something they were always able to do during the week. They would rotate who hosted, so everyone would have to experience it at some point. The day they decided to tell everyone it was at Chaeyoung and Tzuyu’s. 

Mina, Sana, and Jihyo were usually the first to arrive. With Mina affinity for being on time and the lack of children they were usually the ones who got there first. So because of that one of them always got roped into helping cooking. This time, the minute Jihyo was through the door Tzuyu was basically pulling her by the arm to the kitchen. Tzuyu and Jihyo had always been close, Tzuyu had gone to the same middle school and high school as Jihyo and had always looked up to the older woman. When they first met, Tzuyu barely knew any Korean. But Jihyo didn't seem to mind. She was the first one Tzuyu met who really tried to understand her and put in effort. Tzuyu had loved it at thirteen, and she loved it now. “Tzuyu’s always looked up to Jihyo huh?” Sana asked Chaeyoung once they were out of the room. “Oh yeah. She’s been like her little sister since they met.” Chaeyoung giggled. “Oh, let me get Emi. I’m sure she will be happy to see you guys. She’s been a little grumpy lately but Tzuyu thinks it’s just puberty.” “She is about to be twelve right?” Mina asked, guiding Sana over to the couch and taking a seat. She wrapped her arm around Sana’s waist as Sana snuggled into her side.

“Right.” Chaeyoung nodded. “Anyway, let me go get her.” Mina and Sana nodded. Mina pulled out her phone while they waited while Sana looked at the framed pictures of Emi on the walls. Chaeyoung and Tzuyu had seemed like they would be the last of their friends to want kids, but once they had Emi they had fallen in love with her so hard. Neither kept too many pictures of themselves around, so they didn't used to have very much hanging in their house, but their walls were littered with photos of Emi. Emi’s first day of school in Korea. Emi’s school sports day. Emi’s first piano recital. Emi’s first trip to the zoo. All of those moments were arranged across Tzuyu and Chaeyoung’s walls. Looking at it made Sana a little nostalgic. Emi was growing up so fast. Sana remembered when she was younger. She had always loved Sana because Sana would speak Japanese with her. She liked Mina and Momo for the same reasons, but she was especially close to Sana. “Aunt Sana, Aunt Mina!” Sana wasn’t given much warning before Emi captured them both in a hug. “Hello Emi-chan.” Mina smiled at Emi, returning the hug with one arm awkwardly. “Hey Emi-chan! It’s been a little while since we’ve seen you!” Sana smiled at Emi, sneaking a kiss onto the girl’s forehead, which caused Emi’s face to scrunch up. “Aunt Sana stop. I’m not a baby anymore.” Emi whined in Japanese. “You’ll always be a baby to me.” Sana giggled. “What have you been up to lately sweetie?” Sana asked in Korean, so Chaeyoung could join the conversation. Chaeyoung and Tzuyu had both learned a lot of Japanese since adopting Emi. Both had taken the N5 exam a couple years after adopting Emi and Tzuyu had recently passed the N3. Chaeyoung had stopped after the N4, but they had both put a lot of work into learning Japanese for Emi. Their argument was if Emi was going to be putting in a lot of work to learn Korean, they should be putting in work to learn Japanese. But as much as they had learned both were conversational at best and couldn’t entirely keep up with native conversations. “Not much.” Emi shrugged. “Your soccer team won the last tournament you played in.” Chaeyoung commented. “Oh yeah?” Sana asked, Emi nodding. “That’s great Emi-chan!” Sana wasn’t used to Emi being so quiet, but she could tell she was being a lot more quiet than she usually was. “I heard you got really good grades this year.” Mina smiled at Emi, who nodded. “That’s amazing Emi.” “I still got a B in Korean.” Emi pouted. “A B is still a pretty good grade Emi.” Sana pointed out. “Korean is hard, I barely got B’s when I was in school in Korean. But you're doing amazing. We’re all so proud of you, you know that right?” “Thanks Auntie Sana.” Emi couldn’t stop a blush from spreading over her cheeks at the praise both of her Aunts were giving her.

xx 

The minute Hansol gets there, Emi’s attention is drawn away from the adults as she runs screaming to her friend about their latest math homework. Jeongho follows the two upstairs to Emi’s room while Seoyun briefly makes an appearance in the living room with the adults. Her face is buried in Dahyun’s side, and Dahyun mouths to the others she had a bad dream last night and had been reserved all morning. “Hey Seoyunie, Auntie Jihyo is in the kitchen and I’m sure she would love to say hi to you.” Sana pointed out to the little girl. Seoyun loved Jihyo like Emi loved her. Ever since they had met her for the first time, Seoyun had been attached to Jihyo. No one was entirely sure why, but Auntie Jihyo had always been really special to Seoyun. 

“Aunt Jihyo?” The eight year old asked, exhaustion on her face as she looked at Sana. “Yup. In the kitchen.” Seoyun immediately let go of Dahyun and ran off towards the kitchen. “Thanks Unnie.” Dahyun stood up straighter now that Seoyun was gone. 

“Of course, rough morning?” Sana asked. 

“I woke up a bit late this morning, so Jeong was the first to notice but she has been attached to one of us since we woke up.” 

“She was hanging off Hansol when I found her.” Jeongyeon nodded. “After that she switched to me for a bit and right before we left it was Dahyun.” “She’s weird about touch. Sometimes when she’s like that she wants to constantly be touched. We always just let her come to us though, we just want her to be comfortable.” Dahyun added.

“I hope she feels better soon. I might be a little much for her to be around everyone for so long.” Mina muttered worriedly. “I talked about it with her before we left, I might have to take her home early if she needs it. She does really want to see Jihyo though.” Dahyun giggled. “Anyway, you two are being particularly clingy today.” “They are always clingy.” Chaeyoung pointed out. “No they are partially on top of each other now.” Dahyun gestureed to how Sana was basically in Mina’s lap. “They haven’t been this bad since they were in their honeymoon phase.” 

“Hyun I’m going to have to go with Chaeyoung on this one. Those two are always on top of each other.” Jeongyeon agreed with Chaeyoung, the younger giving her a high five for agreeing with her instead of her wife. “Hey we are allowed to be affectionate.” Sana piped up. “No it’s not allowed.” Jeongyeon joked, Mina sticking her tongue out in response and holding Sana closed. She had one hand on Sana’s stomach, trying to be discreet about it as she adjusted their position. When they heard the door open followed by screaming sounds, they knew their group was finally complete. “Aunt Chaeyoung!” Kazumi burst into the living room. “Is Emi Unnie upstairs?” “Yup.” Chaeyoung giggled at the look on Kazumi’s face. Kazumi grabbed her brother’s hand before pulling him up towards Emi’s room, Haneul sticking back with her switch in her hands. “Sorry.” Momo apologized for her daughter as they joined the others. “They had some sort of bet and I think Zumi won.” “Nah Hansol did the same thing.” Jeongyeon laughed at the apology. “Now the other clingy couple is here.” “We aren’t that clingy.” Nayeon pouted. “You're holding hands right now.” “And?” Nayeon asked, not seeing the issue. “Whatever.” Jeongyeon sighed exasperatedly. “Does Tzuyu need any help?” “Jihyo’s been in there helping her for a while, but I can go check.” Chaeyoung nodded, standing up from where she had sat on the floor and went off towards the kitchen. Haneul took her spot, all of her attention on the game in front of her. 

“Hey Haneul.” Haneul let out a little hey as a greeting, not even looking up at Dahyun as she spoke. “Hey Haneul what are you playing?” Mina asked.

“Breath of the wild.” Sana immediately knew when her niece said that her wife was going to leave her side for the game. Mina squatted next to Haneul, and watched the game. “Momo said you guys had something to tell us.” Nayeon started a new conversation once everyone was settled. “Oh yeah.” Sana nodded. “Is it as good as I’m expecting?” Nayeon hinted with one raised eyebrow. 

“I don’t know about that.” Sana giggled. “But it is pretty big.” “Good, than I look forward to hearing it.” xx 

Lunch is served not much later. They are able to convince all the kids to come down and while they were eating someone had come up with the plan to start a super smash tournament in the middle of eating. Since the kids usually ate in the living room and the adults ate in the dining room, they didn’t notice this at first until they heard screaming and Jihyo went to check on them. 

They tell them on the rare break the kids were taking from their tournament after all their parents had told them to eat before they played. Most of them weren’t paying attention, all of their attention was on each other as they talked. They were at the age where hanging out with other people their own age was infinitely better than interacting with adults, so they weren’t paying much attention to them.

When Sana finally tells them, the room goes quiet right before they are bombarded with questions and congratulations. They are barely able to keep up with them as everyone talked at once, but once they get through them the overall mood of the room seems happier. Everyone seems happier. Well, except for one person. 

Seoyun was off pouting while her parents were excitedly talking to Sana and Mina. They were offering them old baby stuff they had in storage, asking about her due date, and talking about stuff like that when Jihyo went off to check on the kids, who had moved back to the living room for the smash tournament. Seoyun was sitting off to the side, her attention focused on Tzuyu and Chaeyoung’s dog butter. “Hey Seo.” Jihyo sat next to her. “What’s up? Why are you playing by yourself.” “I don’t like smash.” Seoyun pouted. “Oh that’s okay. I don’t love it either.” Jihyo smiled, reaching one hand out to pet butter. “Is something wrong?” “Auntie Jihyo is having a baby.” Seoyun said, curling herself into a ball as she continued to pet the dog. “That’s a weird thought.” “Oh yeah?” Jihyo asked. “Uh-hum. You haven’t had a baby before. It will be weird for you too.” Seoyun commented. It didn’t take long for Jihyo to pick up on the signals Seoyun was putting down. “Hey Seoyun… You know I will still have time for you right?” Jihyo asked. She took Seoyun’s silence for an answer. “Seoyun I’m still going to hang out with you. Just because I’ll have a baby I won’t suddenly not have time for you.” Jihyo explained. “Are you sure?” “Of course Seo.” Jihyo smiled at Seoyun. “I’ll always make time for you.” “You promise?” “I swear Seo.” 

And Jihyo meant it. Even if Seoyun wasn’t her daughter, she had always loved Jihyo. And Jihyo had always loved her back.

[uwuwriting]

Momo, Mina, Jirou and Uraraka with a soft, affectionate girlfriend

So there wasn’t only one request for my girls here, there were like five so imma just improvise with the summary here, Basically how the girls would be like with an affectionate and cute/soft girlfriend. Ya know my bi ass has had a crush on Mina since day 1 and Momo can like step on me. I haven’t written anything for our girl squad like ever and that should be a crime. Love ya. 💖💖💖

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Momo Yaoyorozu

-Soft girl herself. 

-Although she is a straight up dom, her soft girly and flustered side comes out while you two spend time together. 

-She loves your clothes, will literally have a stroke if she sees you in a soft baby pink outfits. 

-You look extra cute and soft and fluffy and oh so kissable. 

-Your bubbly personality scares her insecurities away. 

-Like if she starts doubting herself while you’re around you mind go into killer mode and roundhouse her ass for talking bad about herself. 

-She is really impressed by your emotional switch. 

-I mean she physically sees you being all lovey dovey with her and your friends, the sweetest brightest ray of sunshine that has ever graced this earth and the moment Mineta opens his mouth to say some shit your aura changes. 

-You can almost see the darkness that surrounds you while the grape talks. 

-A savage. 

-Although you are a really feminine individual no one should dare underestimate you. 

-She becomes an extra proud girlfriend when she sees you kick some Bakugou ass because he called you a girly extra.

-Low key scared of your berserk mode but she loves you. 

-Soft dates. 

-She knows you love colorful flowers and you are generally really closely connected with nature so dates to the park or to the cherry blossoms during spring are necessary. 

-Her family loves you. 

-They welcomed you with open arms the very first time you stepped in their home as Momo’s friend. 

-Her mom could see how much her daughter liked you and she shipped it. 

-Her and Mina are your number 1 stans. 

-Expect to be spoiled to death. 

-You glance at a dress while you two are out on a date? 

-Its in your closet the very next day. 

-You bake for her and she falls even deeper in love with you. 

-She’s weak for your cakes and more often than not she will sneak some into her room. 

-Your cuddling powers are out of this world. 

-She will come to your dorm after a long day and just lose herself in your embrace. 

-She only sleeps in your room if you ask her to stay the night. 

-Despite how tired she may be she will pick herself up and drag her feet to her room. 

-All in all a wholesome relationship.

-Soft babiesss 

Mina Ashido

-Ah yes my wife.

-I’m a freaking simp for her. 

-Crack heads.

-Periodt.

-She loves your soft girly aesthetic and even tries to copy your style so you could be matching girlfriends. 

-The pink becomes too much though so she settles for different colors. 

-You propose white and pale green. 

-She takes your advice and goes out the very same day for shopping. 

-Dragging you, Jirou, Sero and Denki along. 

-Your friend group is fed up with how clingy she could be. 

-Like legit she will hang from your arm constantly and will whine if you have to leave her behind because reasons. 

-Bakugou is this close ( -><-) to blasting her into the next dimension. 

-She is a scaredy cat and jumps at the smallest sound. 

-You take that in your advantage and take up the rule as the knight in shining armor. 

-Movie nights are usually horror nights for the two of you and you always puff up your chest in an attempt to appear tough. 

-The pink accessories kinda ruin it though. 

-She finds it funny how you talk about beating someone’s ass while you are wearing a unicorn onesie. 

-She has a matching one though so sh isn’t one to talk. 

-Just like Momo she is scarred of your berserk mode. 

-Not scarred for her life but for the rest of the class. 

-And god forbid Mineta says something about her. 

-She can see the raging flames growing around you as he continues to go on about how hot it must be to be sandwiched between you two. 

-She has to hold you back from bashing his face in. 

-Although if he pushes it too much she lets you go and mayhem ensues. 

-She really enjoys your cooking. 

-Always present when you are baking for two reasons. 

- A) to eat some of the batter because its delicious. 

- B) to tease you and make a mess.

-She tried cooking along side you once but it was a disaster. 

-Her excuse was that you were too pretty so you distracted her. 

-She used salt instead of sugar. 

- “They’re both white baby!!”

- “So is cocaine you dummy.”

- “We have cocaine?”

-Face palm. 

-She won’t leave your room if you begin to cuddle. 

-Begin is a strong word considering she won’t allow you to let her go. 

-So continue suits this situation more. 

-She doesn’t care how you two cuddle as long as she has you in her arms or vice versa. 

-Wrapping her arms around your waist while you study, placing you in her lap while she games with Sero, laying you on top of her so you can fall asleep after a long day or simply holding your hand. 

-She just wants to feel close to you. 

-The closer the better. 

-Says I love you at least three times a day.

-I want my Mina!!!!

Jirou Kyouka

-Music girlfriends.

-She has a whole song dedicated to you. 

-She even sang it during the UA festival. 

-You are really into lofi music and really soft, fluffy songs so she makes you a playlist with her favorite lofi songs. 

-She loves when you hum along with her. 

-She knows you have a good voice but since you don’t feel comfortable singing she doesn’t push it. 

-Stands there and sways along with the rhythm.

-Swears that when you do sing you  become an angel on earth.

-Blinding brightness. 

-Finds it funny how your aesthetics collide. 

-There you are the softy pink fairy full of flowers and sunshine. 

-And next to you stands Jirou, her dark clothes making a big contrast to your baby pink skirt. 

-You adore the difference and make it your mission to dress as brightly as possible making the difference stand out even more. 

-You make her bentos like daily. 

-Really appreciates it. 

-She doesn’t have to wait for lunch. 

-Plus your cooking is wow. 

-She doesn’t really like shopping but will come with you if you want her to. 

-Any time spent with you is enough for her. 

-She spends most of her time at the guitar store lol. 

-You bought her a new guitar for her birthday and you made her cry. 

-It had her initials on it too. 

-You walk to class together every morning and go back to the dorms holding hands. 

-Says a sweet little I love you when you part ways for your training. 

-Scared for her life when you get mad. 

-That sinister smile that spreads across your face when you hear Mineta say something about her boobs is the scariest sight in the whole world. 

-Screw Shigaraki. 

-You can be the new master of evil with that smile.

-You are not violent though so she doesn’t have to hold you back... physically. 

-Your words can be true venom. 

-She has to clam you down before you make Mineta cry. 

-Could kill for your cuddles. 

-Doesn’t like to admit it but she really loves being the little spoon and would just nudge you without speaking.

-You of course get the message and hug your girl. 

-She is surprised by how strong you are. 

-You can lift her while she clinges to your front or back like she weighs nothing. 

-Walks around with Jirou wrapped around your torso like a koala. 

-She loves it, you love it everyone else finds it kinda weird when they spot you but who cares? 

-Spends the night in your dorm regularly. 

-She doesn’t even ask she just falls asleep in your bed, taking all the space and making you squeeze between the wall and her. 

-Lovely little sweethearts. 

Uraraka Ochako

-Um you are being soft together. 

-Soft girlfriends™.

-You share clothes all the time since your aesthetics kinda match. 

-You two can be demons if provoked. 

-A third party has to intervene if someone insults you and you go into protective mode. 

-You both get that dark look in your eyes as you stare down at Mineta. 

-Really she’ll just through him up into the sky and you’ll use your quirk to send him to America. 

-Deku and Iida protect the class from you.

-In general though, when you aren’t being feral beasts sworn to protect the innocent, you are two little angels. 

-Your soft aesthetic completes her perfectly and your caring nature goes hand in hand with her mom-friend tendencies. 

-Caring girlfriends. 

-You babysit Deku together and take care of him when he starts breaking...everything. 

-She really likes training with you. 

-She finds it fun and oh so attractive when you are coming at her. 

-May have a small kink right there. 

-Power play maybe......

-Cooking.Dates!!!!!

-She likes to cook so when she found out that you are amazing in the kitchen she was hooked. 

-You might spend hours and hours just baking sweets and then passing them around the dorms. 

-Like Momo she only stays the night if you ask her or mention having a sleepover. 

-Otherwise she will gather her stuff and go back to her room. 

-Cuddles cuddles cuddles. 

-You are obsessed. 

-She is so soft to the touch and you fall asleep instantly.

-She loves it when you fall asleep on her. 

-You’re like her wittle baby. 

-Holding hands is a must wherever you are. 

-Walking to class? linked pinkies.

-Out on a date? Intertwined fingers.

-Hanging out in the common room watching a movie with the rest of the class? Linked elbows. 

-Chilling in your dorm? An arm around her shoulder. 

-Really touchy in general. 

-Not too touchy though because she respects the others around you. 

-Plus you are friends with Iida.

-He will push you apart if he sees you remotely kissing her cheek. 

-Class 1-A’s favorite couple. 

-So freaking cute omggggg.

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[tetsuskitten]

Could u wrote some ochako/Kirishima/bakugou?? Love that dynamic

Hey there! Thank you so much for this request! I had a lot of fun with this, I hope you like it!

every day is ours by tetsuskitten (on ao3)

The journalists gathered at the front of the venue like menacing cockroaches, the camera-men threatening with their flashing lights, blinking and blinding. Katsuki felt sick already, stomach turning at the thought of having to squeeze through the mass of strange bodies, people he didn’t know touching him so easily. He fussed with his tie, trying to let up the knot so he could breath.

A soft hand came up to his cheek and he closed his eyes to breathe in the saccharine perfume that wafted through the enclosed air of the limousine. A quick kiss was laid on him, followed by a thumb, which he assumed was Ochako cleaning away the lipstick she had just painted him with.

“Katsuki.” He opened his eyes, looking exhausted beyond his years. “I’m going to remind you again. If you feel like leaving, just come find us if we’re not there. I won’t have a repeat of last time.”

“Katsuki!” Eijirou piped up excitedly. “Eri will probably be there! You’ve been whining non-stop about how you never get to see her anymore, right?” Katsuki grunted, but he couldn’t help but smile at the thought of seeing Eri, grown up, healthy and happy. Aizawa-sensei and Yamada-sensei had really done a wonderful job of taking care of her these past few years. He and Izuku tried to visit as often as they could, but work never relented, and their own family life could be busy and chaotic.

Ochako and Eijirou both planted twin kisses on his cheeks before exchanging a kiss of their own. Lovesick disasters, the three of them.

As they left the car to face the crowds, a wall of noise hit them like a tall wave rushing from the sea. Katsuki was incredibly tempted to turn off his hearing-aids but past experiences have taught him it would only work to further confusion.

A loud person announced their arrival with all the fake excitement of a football commentator.

“And here comes pro-hero Uraravity! Draped in a long pinkish gown with strikes of flaring red, she looks fabulous! Her trademark bob is adorned with striking white flowers, she is a sight for sore eyes in the red carpet tonight! And on her right pro-hero Dynamight wearing a tight-fitting burgundy suit that has all of us on our knees! On her left, pro-hero Red Riot proving that he can indeed get bigger! Look at all those muscles, people. He’s wearing a flashy red get-up, not unlike his hero suit. We love to see it!”

They posed and took pictures as they walked slowly to the entrance of the venue. Thankfully, these people had incredibly short attention spans. They waved at the newly-arrived Hitoshi, and Denki who pulled up to the curb a few seconds later. Those two had no idea what being discreet meant, or more likely, they don’t care that much if they’re found out or not.

Denki jumped on Hitoshi’s arm the second he was close enough and the other made no motion to shrug him off. Yeah, this would be all over Hero Weekly come tomorrow. Lovesick fools, the lot of them.

Blessedly inside, the noise fell to a bearable thrum. There was chatter and up-beat orchestra music, but nothing too shrill. Katsuki let himself relax into the constant of it, getting used to the surroundings, looking for their friends.

Ochako was immediately attacked by a horned-devil, Mina jumping on her the second she arrived.

“You look amazing, Ocha! What’s that shade of lipstick?! Come on, Tsuyu and Jiro are here already and we’re doing shots ! Ei and Bakugou are coming too!” Mina didn’t wait long for the boys to say no, knowing they would most likely deny her anyway, as she bounded away with Ochako, who laughed whole-heartedly at her friend’s antics.

“She’s as lively as always, isn’t she?” Ei commented, smiling at the disappearing pair.

“I already have enough of that with you two.”

“Oh c’mon, you know you miss them!”

“Yeah, whatever.” Katsuki was barely finished with his sentence before an ear-splitting “Bakugou nii-chan!” warned him of the incoming blast to his chest.

Eijirou caught him with ease as he was propelled backwards from the sheer force of Eri’s running embrace. She gave him a devious smile, all teeth and childish glee. “You’re getting weaker, Baku nii-chan… Do you need the big strong Red Riot to save you?” She joked.

“Oh you-” He started, before Eijirou grabbed her and easily hoisted her on his large shoulders.

“Don’t worry, Eri-chan, I’ll save you from the big bad Bakugou!” He said, winking at a glaring Katsuki.

“Ei nii-chan…” She called, wonder in her voice. “I can see everything from up here!” she bounced excitedly.

“Oh. Daddy’s coming this way.”

Eijirou pulled her down and smiled sheepishly as Aizawa arrived.

“And what trouble are you three getting up to?” The man drawled, slow and sleepy as always, eyelids half-closed in the harsh lighting of the venue.

“No trouble at all.” Eri offered, smiling and blinking innocently between the two heroes.

“I hear Kota has arrived.” Aizawa said slyly.

“Kota’s here?!” Eri’s red eyes opened wide and she bounced excitedly. “Let’s say hi, please?” She pleaded, as if Shouta denied her much in life. Her young eyes were bright and full of life, Shouta couldn’t help but give her a soft look in return and smile.

“Of course. Say goodbye to Bakugou and Kirishima.”

She turned around to hug them tightly and pointed in a very commanding tone. “Stay right here. I’ll be back.” And skidded away in a flurry of limbs, looking for her next target.

“She’s a handful.” Katsuki said, shaking his head with a fond look plastered on his face.

“Remind you of someone, does she?” That earned Eijirou a glare, but all he did was laugh it off.

“Come on, he’s probably already here too. Let’s find him.”

They pushed their way inside the ballroom, stopping for short greetings and snacks, until they found Izuku in a heated discussion with Ochako about… carpeting? Those two were definitely on their fourth round of drinks.

The night passed them by rather quickly, to Katsuki’s surprise. He even felt a little disappointed to go home. He didn’t get to see everyone together that often anymore, or outside of a fight, which really wasn’t quality bonding time as far as he was concerned.

Eijirou draped his jacket over Ochako’s shoulders before they stepped outside into the cold night air and she was safely cocooned in his arms, swaying only slightly and dozing off as she walked.

Katsuki opened the door for them and as soon as they were inside, Ochako nested herself between them, seeking heat and comfort. Katsuki pillowed her head on his thigh and pushed the disarrayed mess of brown locks from her eyes before placing a kiss on her temple. She snuggled closer, but didn’t otherwise acknowledge her surroundings.

When he looked up Eijirou was looking at them with that doe-eyed look he saved for moments he thought were truly manly .

She’s cute when she sleeps, Katsuki signed and Eijirou agreed.

When they pulled up to their home, Eijirou carried a sound-asleep Ochako up the stairs and into their bedroom. They took her gown off gently, trying their best not to disturb her too much, before letting her slip under the covers in her underwear.

Eijirou pulled the bedroom door half-closed and followed Katsuki to the kitchen, where he was already preparing a late night snack for them.

“Want some help?” Ei asked, arms wrapping around Katsuki’s smaller frame, warm hands slithering under his vest and undershirt.

“Make some tea. She won’t sleep for long.” He answered, letting his head fall back into the sturdy support of Ei’s chest. Eijirou snickered.

“I like you like this.”

“What? Tired out of my mind?”

Eijirou shook his head. “No. Just… peaceful.”

Katsuki snorted. “You sayin’ I’ve gone soft?”

Eijirou turned him around, hands automatically coming to rest on Katsuki’s small waist.

“The softest.” He said, stealing a long kiss from the blond before he could start protesting.

The pitter-patter of small feet on the floorboards pulled them out of their quiet late night intimacy.

Ochako walked up to them and practically fell into their embrace, sleep-rumpled, an enormous black shirt covering her frame.

“Feelin’ regret yet?” Katsuki fake-mocked, free hand running through the knots on her hair. Ochako groaned as a response.

“You know, baby, I think this dress looks much better on you than all that pink nonsense.” Eijirou told her, appreciating the way his shirt fell down her body, stopping mid-thigh. She pulled her head up enough to glare.

“That dress was expensive, Eijirou.” He hummed and grabbed her at the waist, earning a gasp before he lifted her up to sit on the wide kitchen island.

“Yes, but there was not even a glimpse of your beautiful legs.” He told her, big hands squeezing her strong thighs. “Though it did hug you perfectly here.” He gripped at her waist. “Here.” He smoothed a hand over her breasts.

Katsuki came up behind her, kissing the side of her neck and whispering. “Don’t listen to him, you looked fucking perfect, but I would have ripped that dress off you if I could’have.”

“Boys…” She warned weakly.

They paused and smiled at her, kissing her skin gently and helping her back down.

“We’re making tea and pancakes, go lay down on the couch, we’ll wake you up soon.” Katsuki told her, but she shook her head.

“I’ll stay here. Watch you cook.”

Katsuki placed one last lingering kiss on her lips before going back to mixing batter. Eijirou put the kettle on and prepared their tea before sitting down and pulling Ochako into his lap, fitting her between his legs.

They ate in silence, the only sounds heard throughout the house were the ever busy streets outside. Tomorrow was entirely theirs and there were hiking plans in motion, picnics on mountain-tops and rolling around in the dirt, swimming in the lakes. Today though, there was nothing more to do than give themselves up to sleep, huddled up together, bone-tired and satisfied, content after a night well spent.

[untaemedqueen]

Little Prince or Princess

Jung Hoseok x Single Mom!Reader

WordCount: 7.7k

Genre: Smut, Fluff

Warnings: Impregnation Kink, Fellatio, Cunnilingus, Hair Pulling, Orgasm Denial, Multiple Orgasms, Cum Eating, Somnophilia, Degradation (Cum Slut)

Hoseok enters the practice room early in the morning, he was always so good at learning the dances but this dance was especially difficult. He flicks the lights on with a yawn as he takes off his beanie. There were pieces of garbage scattered across the ground and on the seats.

"Mina!" Hoseok hears as a little girl runs into the room. Hoseok raises an eyebrow as the little girl waves at him. 

"Hi!" Hoseok says with a confused smile, you run into the room before bending down to pick up your daughter. 

"Sorry." You murmur sheepishly as you pick up your four year old. Hoseok takes in your worn out sweatpants and your two times to big sweatshirt with the tilt of his head. 

"What're you doing in here?" He asks referring to you and your daughter in the Big Hit building.

"Uhhh." You bite your lip nervously, "Sejin, do you know Sejin? He told me to stay here because we had no where to go. So I clean up in the night time." Hoseok sucks a breath in between his teeth. 

"Yeah. I know Sejin, he's my manager. Alright, then. I'm Hoseok." "Y/N. Mina. Just pretend we aren't here." He looks at Mina, how naive she looked, such a sweet looking little girl.

That was two years ago, "Baby!" Hoseok calls to you as he steps out of the bedroom, his hands scratching roughly at his bare chest as he yawn throwing his head back. You hum to him as you pack up Mina's lunch. 

"What's my girl doing?" Hoseok asks rhetorically as he kisses your temple. His feet padding against the heated floor as he opens the fridge. 

"Mina's lunch." You say putting the kimbap you made into her lunch box. 

"And where is my princess?" Hoseok asks looking around, as he cracks open his water. 

"She's sleeping still. I haven't had time to do it yet." Hoseok notices the way you press at your back with a tender touch, you had bags under your eyes and your skin looks dull. 

"I'll get her. Take it easy baby." Hoseok mutters, rubbing your lower back before walking towards Mina's room. You moved in a year and a half ago. Hoseok had kept it a secret that you lived in the Big Hit building for a while, to not embarrass you. And, to your surprise Hoseok always showed up hours earlier than he needed to be at the studio to help you clean and to play with Mina. He had really fallen for you, so when you had moved in everything felt like it was falling into place. But, as of late Hoseok has found something missing, something he couldn't put his finger on.

Hoseok opens Mina's door gingerly. Who he considers to be his daughter is laid up in her twin bed, her face pressed into the pillow as she sleeps on her stomach. Hoseok snorts shaking his head as he walks toward Mina. With the bend of his knees he is shaking her gently. "

Princess, it's time for school." Mina groans turning her head away from him. 

"Princess." Hoseok calls again gently. 

"No Daddy. No!" Mina whines loudly moving into a fetal position.  Hoseok smiles putting his elbow on the bed and his hand under his chin. 

"If you get up like a good princess you can come to practice with Daddy later and see your Uncles." Mina blinks her eyes before turning towards Hoseok with a smile. 

"I'm up." Hoseok chuckles as Mina hops out of bed. 

"Let's brush those teeth and get your uniform on." Mina nods yawning and wiping at her eyes. Hoseok pulls her uniform off of the back of the bedroom door before looking at the room. Mina had picked out the room decorations herself and Hoseok was surprised that he liked them as much as he did. His six year old had great taste as he looks around the artistic room. It was basically just a bunch of rainbow paint splatters with the Disney castle in the background but to Hoseok it was pretty. It represented Mina well. She was indeed Hoseok's princess, he had love for her as if she was his own child. He felt so blessed to have her and Y/N come into his life. Hoseok lays the uniform on Mina's bed before heading back out to the kitchen.

Hoseok smiles as you scoop rice out of the rice cooker. 

"Mina's going to come to the company later after school. Just stay home and relax, you look so tired." Hoseok announces as he slinks his arms around you. You were so happy he was home from tour, you don't know how you survived before him. 

"Alright. Thanks." Hoseok kisses your cheek sloppily making you laugh, 

"Anything for my Queen." He slaps your butt before grabbing the bowls of rice and putting them on the table. 

"Where's my princess?" Hoseok calls loudly as you plate up the fried eggs. You smirk at his words as he grabs kimchi out of the fridge. 

"Coming!" Hoseok smiles to himself as he closes the fridge door, leaning on it as he surveys his apartment. Mina's toys neatly piled up in the living room, the way you cook breakfast as a family, Hoseok couldn't be happier and still there was something missing. Hoseok blinks before tilting his head. 

"Is something missing?" He asks quietly making you turn towards him with a raised eyebrow. 

"Missing? Like materials missing?" Hoseok shakes his head before puffing out his cheeks. 

"No, I just... I can't explain it. Nevermind." He sets the kimchi in front of Mina's plate. 

"Yah! Jung Mina!" It wasn't long ago she adopted his name and you secretly got married in the court office. Silence creeps through the house as Hoseok peaks down the hallway. His feet pattering quietly before peaking into the room. Hoseok laughs loudly as you set down the rice on the table. You begin to laugh due to his infectious laughter. Mina lays in bed, half her shirt on, her school tie on her forehead as she sleeps with her mouth wide open. 

"Princess!" Hoseok bursts out dying of laughter falling to the floor putting his hand over his mouth.

"Jung Mina!" Hoseok calls as he sits next to Yoongi as she jumps around to their new album. She turns to him, her hands on her knees as she giggles. Hoseok leans back against the wall with a smirk as he folds his arms. 

"I'm gunna get you!" Jimin yells making Mina squeal loudly as they run around the practice room. Jimin stepping behind her gingerly as she runs around 'chasing' her. 

"I'm proud of you." Yoongi says randomly as Sejin shuts off the comeback music. Hoseok turns his head towards Yoongi with a lazy smile. 

"Thanks, hyung." Jimin picks Mina up tossing her into the air making her scream with laughter. Hoseok chuckles as Jungkook walks over taking a seat on the floor next to his hyungs. 

“Hoseok hyung, when are you and Y/N going to have a baby of your own?” Hoseok tilts his head to Jungkook’s question. 

“We haven’t really talked about it.” Hoseok’s mind begins to drift, imagining you with his baby in your belly. He smirks closing his eyes, small dimples near the corners of his lips gracing his face as his cheeks bounce upwards. How beautiful you would look with his baby inside you, his thoughts remembering how gorgeous you looked in pictures you’ve showed him of when you were pregnant with your Mina. He gives a sigh of happiness as he pictures you combing your hair in front of your standing mirror your eye trained on you growing belly. Or even when you both lay in bed, how he could rest his cheek on your belly reading a story to his unborn baby. Hoseok groans loudly as Jimin throws Mina on to his lap, his eyes shooting open as he wraps his arms around her. 

“Hi Daddy!” Mina squeals happily hugging his neck. 

“Hi, princess.” Yoongi chuckles before looking back down at his lyric book. 

“I would like one.” Hoseok says to Jungkook and Jungkook begins to tickle Mina, her body thrashing around on Hoseok’s lap as she laughs loudly. 

“Mina! Come play with me!” Taehyung yells from across the room opening up his arms. Mina gasps happily before shoving herself off Hoseok making him wince as she steps on his foot. 

“Don’t run! You’re going to hurt yourself!” Hoseok calls out to her as she runs at Taehyung. She looks back at Hoseok before slowing her steps to a walk. 

“I mean, she is my daughter too. Y’know?” Hoseok lowers his voice hoping Mina doesn’t hear him, she hasn’t really put two and two together to know he isn’t her real dad and if she has, she never voices it. Which would be shocking because children are just basically drunk adults that say whatever they’re thinking and just trip and hurt themselves a lot, also they cry a lot like a lot of drunk people. 

“You and Y/N’s baby would be so cute though! Not..saying that Mina isn’t cute. She is. But-” 

“Stop talking or you’ll find yourself in trouble with her dad.” Yoongi says with a laugh to Jungkook. Hoseok chuckles before putting his hand on Jungkook’s shoulder. 

“I understand your heart. We should really talk about it, Y/N and I. I would like us to have a baby together.” Jungkook thrusts his fist up in the air. 

“See, that’s all I’m trying to get at.” Hoseok looks on as Jin and Taehyung dance with Mina in a goofy manner. Their limbs jutting out as they shake themselves to the rhythm of the song. Hoseok sits up putting his elbows to his knees as his fingers knit together under his chin. He stares at the floor thinking about you pregnant. Maybe that’s what is missing. His own baby with you. The practice room door flies open as you step inside, your face all smiles as you hold bags in your hands. 

“MOMMY!” Mina screams happily. 

“Hi my Mina bear!” You call sweetly as Jimin helps you with the bags, Hoseok stands up surprised. 

“Yah. I thought I told you to stay home and rest!” He chides walking over to you, you shrug with a smile as he wraps his arms around you and kisses you gently. 

“I brought dinner, I thought you would be working hard. But, I see that’s not the case.” You say eyeing as Jin and Mina dance together. Hoseok chuckles petting your head. 

“You didn’t have to, thank you baby.” 

“Y/N noona, is the best!” Jungkook cheers rifling through the bags of food. 

“Excuse me! What do you mean I’m not working hard! Look at this! I’m sweating! Dancing is an art! AN ART, Y/N. And, I am helping Mina become used to being an ARTIST.” Seokjin yells thrusting his pointed finger at Hoseok’s secret wife. You laugh before nodding. 

“Okay, oppa. Okay.” You pat his arm as you walk past him towards the table helping take out the boxes of food you’re been cooking all day for the members and Hoseok. 

“Mommy! I want soondubu jjigae.” Mina whines sitting on a chair at the table, her little legs swinging back and forth making Jimin and Taehyung squeal at the cuteness. 

“You do?! Well I must be the best mom ever then. Because guess what you get to eat?” Mina claps happily as you set down the bowl of stew in front of your daughter before taking off the lid. Hoseok kisses your cheek before grabbing two chairs for you and him.��

“Sit. Relax.” He says to you as he grabs the box of stir fried chicken. He watches as you talk to Mina, his eyes glancing over your whole body. He was a very lucky man, God really smiled down on him the day he met you.

You lay in bed as Hoseok practices a few dance moves in your mirror before tilting his head. 

“I don’t know, it looks weird. I’ll have to talk to hyung tomorrow about it.” He jumps onto the bed with a loud groan, you look up from your phone with a smile as he puts his cheek on your breast. 

“I wanna talk to you about something.” Hoseok looks up at you, his eyes alight with happiness, you lock your phone giving him your full attention as he sits up straight. 

“Can we have a baby of our own?” You look down at him surprised. You hadn’t really thought about it, everything has been so perfect that you didn’t think of things like this all too often. he’s made your life so amazing and meaningful that you would do anything for him. 

“Yeah, of course we can. I didn’t know you thought of things like this.” You whisper as Hoseok drags his fingers over the skin of your thighs absentmindedly. 

“I haven’t thought of it too much but recently it’s like something is missing you know? And today Kook brought up a kid of our own and I love Mina, I mean she’s my princess but a child of my OWN y’know? I want that, I want us to have a baby.” You sit up resting against the light grey wall. 

“I get that. I want us to have a baby, too.” Hoseok leans in and kisses you gently. 

“You should stop taking your birth control then, let’s get prepared for it.” The aura between you and Hoseok was always a natural thing, there was never any weirdness or ill words spread between you. You were each others rocks, both leaning against each other in case one would end up falling. The most intimate things talked about between you both were held with such confidentiality and were toned with such comfort. Hoseok rubs your flat stomach putting his head on your shoulder. 

“I want a boy. Will you do that for me, Y/N? Will you give me a boy?” Your lips sputtering into a giggle as you lean your head on top of his, “I can try.” 

The sound of Hoseok’s return chuckle making you smile, “Whatever we have, I’ll love.”

The morning spring air rises over Seoul in a gracious sweep as Hoseok steps out of the rental car coming from the airport. It was always nice to be back home, especially when he was away from his wife and daughter for two months. The rest of the boys piling out behind him as he gives a large stretch of his arms. 

“See ya! Yuna made me breakfast!” Taehyung calls with a smile as he diverges off to his own apartment. 

“Come on, hyung. Singletons like us should eat together, no?” Jungkook says to a sleepy Jimin as he swings his arm over his shoulder. 

“Give Mina a kiss for me.” Yoongi says to Hoseok as he pulls his hoodie over his head, heading in the direction of Taehyung’s apartment building. Hoseok had been thinking of different ways to bring up making the baby, of course the obvious way would be to just initiate sex but he wanted something romantic. He wanted Y/N to feel as if she was being transported to cloud 9. 

“I’ll see you and Mina later?” Jin calls to Hoseok pointing at him as his feet carry him to the adjacent apartment building to his left. Hoseok gives him a thumbs up ripping him out of his thoughts. The plans for tonight were a weekend getaway, just Hoseok and Y/N. It was blatantly obvious how they needed a vacation, especially Y/N with how hard she works to take care of Mina while Hoseok is pretty much always busy. He finds time for his family but tonight, just him and his secret wife would be going on a weekend getaway. 

Hoseok grabs a bag throwing in some of your clothes as he peaks quickly at the shut bedroom door, you never shut doors in this house and if you were to see it Hoseok knows you would get suspicious but he was counting on you getting Mina ready for school. Hoseok grabs a bra of yours and a few random pairs of panties before stuffing them into the bag. His eyes constantly shifting nervously to the door. He could hear you talking to your daughter out at the breakfast table, your melodic voice creeping through the walls to grace his ears. 

“Shirts, pants.” Hoseok mumbles quietly to himself before he hears your footsteps. 

“Babe?” You ask confused knocking on the door. Hoseok lets out a sigh as he slings the bag on to the bed as the door opens. 

“Yes?” He asks quietly trying to look normal, your head peaks in and you look around the room before spotting the bag on the bed. You nod to it, an eyebrow raised. 

“What’s that?” Hoseok pouts before sitting on the bed. 

“I wanted it to be a surprise.” Hoseok sighs loudly before throwing himself back on the bed, his bottom lip puffing out as he pushes out his cheeks in sorrow. You laugh entering the room and shutting the door behind you. 

“A surprise?” You sit on his lap and his hands on instinct rise up to hold you steady not to fall. He looks up at you before letting out a cute whine. 

“I was trying to do it quickly but you are too good at knowing when someone’s trying to be sneaky.” He sits up rocking you back and forth as you pull his face mask off his ears with a chuckle. 

“That’s called mom instinct.” Hoseok snorts hooking his chin into your shoulder. 

“When we have a baby will I get dad instinct?” You purse your lips before nodding. 

“Probably. So, what’s the surprise?” Hoseok closes his eyes, he didn’t want to tell you but if you didn’t know you probably wouldn’t go with him. 

“I’m taking you on a weekend getaway.” He whispers leaning his forehead onto the shell of your ear. You gasp happily before turning towards him. 

“Really?! It’s been so long since we’ve gone on a date.” He hums in agreement kissing your forehead. 

“Mina is going to stay with Jin and Eunbi this weekend, is that okay?” You tilt your head before looking towards the closed door. 

“This is the first time she’ll be without me.” You feel guilty leaving your daughter but sometimes you want just you and Hoseok time and that doesn’t count when she goes to bed and you lay with Hoseok in bed for two hours talking and then falling asleep. 

“You deserve some get away time, my wife works so hard to take care of our princess. No? Let’s just take this weekend to get away and relax.” And make a baby, although he wasn’t telling you that. He has been tracking your ovulation after your last period, even having an app on his phone letting him know when you would be fertile for his baby. It was hidden away in his schedule planning folder in case you went into his phone. “Alright, one weekend wouldn’t hurt.”

“Let’s go Mrs. Hoseok.” Hobi whispers putting on his black bucket hat and his sunglasses as he steps out of the company car. Sejin looks back from the drivers seat before giving you a wave. 

“Have fun!” You wave back at him as Hoseok grabs your carry on bag. It was a weekend trip to Japan, you had gone only once with him and it was troublesome. You couldn’t enjoy your stay when Mina got sick with the flu on that trip. Hoseok was out with the guys filming for most of it while you stayed holed up in the hotel room with Mina, getting sick yourself from taking care of her. But, this time you would get to experience Japan brightly. 

“What part of Japan are we going to?” You ask quietly as Hoseok pulls your wrist quickly as girls wait for whatever kpop group would be leaving Korea today. You look over Hoseok’s attire, it was incredibly plain. No special name brands to speak of as he ushers the both of you off to the side of the entrance. Hoseok clears his throat as you get inside, his feet padding over the floor quietly but with urgency. Him being so cautious was normal to you, especially since you both were a secret. Camera’s couldn’t be everywhere all the time but if one camera could capture him perfectly, you were both screwed and you wouldn’t want that for the man you loved so dearly. Screams echo behind him and Hoseok jumps out of fright. 

“Aish.” He whines putting his hand over his heart as his grey hoodie sags forward with his body. 

“Pick up the pace, babe.” He whispers lowly as you reach the check in desk. 

“Good morning.” Hoseok bows handing her both of your passports and tickets. 

“Very good, Mr. Jung we’ll take you back to VIP.” Hoseok was happy that the attendant was an older woman, gives less of a chance to know who he is, although she didn’t indicate anything by looking at his passport photo. She comes out from around the desk before escorting you to the VIP lounge. 

“Fuji, Japan.” Hoseok clarifies your earlier question, you squeal happily making him chuckle as you clutch onto his waist now that you both were out of sight walking through the VIP hallway of the airport. He ruffles your hair pulling down his face mask with a smile. “Anything for my Queen, hmm?”

Fuji, Japan was beautiful in the spring. Cherry blossom petals falling all around you as you sit on the deck of the cabin over looking the Fuji mountains. The sunset was incoming and it brought the most gorgeous pinkish hue to the landscape in front of you. All of the trees clustering together in uniformity brings a calming sigh to your lips as you stare off into the vast distance of Japan’s wondrous views. Hoseok leans against the door frame of the cabin’s balcony taking you into his sights as he holds a glass of wine in each hand. Your body shielded by your black night gown. 

“You’re so beautiful.” Hoseok announces to the open mountains as you turn to look at him with a smile, your elbow landing underneath your chin as he walks out shirtless. 

“Is this everything you wanted?” Hoseok asks handing you a glass of red wine, his arm snaking around your waist as you look over his six pack abs. 

“Everything.” Hoseok smiles widely, his eyes shutting in the process as he shows you his perfect teeth. 

“Good.” He was such a happy virus you could never feel down when he’s around. 

“This is gorgeous.” Hoseok says taking in the view, the wind blowing through the distant trees as the fireplace on the balcony begins to crackle as logs of wood catch fire. Hoseok leads you over to the two woven chairs in front of the fireplace. You sit down before throwing your feet over his lap as he takes a sip of his wine. Hoseok lets out a groan of happiness loudly before hearing it echo.

“Oh! My God!” He says in English before you two sputter off into laughter. Hoseok begins to rub your calf putting his wine glass down on the small square table in between your chairs. 

“It’s been two years but it feels like forever.” Hoseok says as he watches the flames engulf the wood, watching embers burning and rising before falling flat. You nod to his words before drinking the wine in hand. 

“So much has happened but it feels like it’s always been this way.” 

“Right?! Wah. We’re something else, huh?” You giggle at him before folding your arms. 

“I have a wife and a daughter now, that’s so crazy. And soon we’ll have our own baby.” You didn’t really talk about it after that night Hoseok had asked you for a baby of his own but you knew it would happen when you were ready. Hoseok’s fingers begin to massage at your skin, the warmth of his fingertips radiating into you. 

“Sometimes I think about what would have happened if I showed up to the company an hour or two later. How disappointing my life would be if I never got to meet you. God really knows how to smile on those when they’re going through a rough time.” 

“It’s true. I was in a really ugly place when I met you and look how happy our life is now.” Hoseok nods before picking up his glass, watching as the legs of his wine run thickly back into the glass. 

“Come on, let’s go inside, it’s getting chilly.” He says patting your calf as the breeze blows your hair around, chilling you thoroughly to the bone.

Hoseok was on you in seconds as soon as you step inside, the alcohol fueling the raging fire deep in his heart and in his loins as he wraps both arms around you. His lips kissing you fervently as he pushes you towards the bed, you whimper against him feeling the urgency of his steps. 

“Give me.” He says grabbing the wine glass out of your hand before discarding the glasses on to the side table of the room without a second glance. Your hands beginning to roam over his toned abs as the back of your knees meet the edge of the bed. You wobble for a second before pulling Hoseok down with you, your hand hooking around the back of his neck. 

“I love you.” He whispers against your lips as his fingers begin to lay with the hem of the night gown he loved to see you in. You mutter out an, “I love you.” As Hoseok begins to lift your night gown, his tongue peaking out and licking his lower lip as you gaze up at his flushed face, whether it was the alcohol or his arousal you wouldn’t know. It was a good kind of strange knowing you wouldn’t have to worry about your daughter waking up in the middle of your sex to ask for water or to tell you she has to use the restroom. Something which Hoseok alerts you of as well as he takes a sharp inhale of breath when he sees your already damp panties. 

“You can be as loud as you want tonight, baby.” Hoseok’s fingers begin to run circles around your inner thighs, his thin pajama pants beginning to rise to the occasion as you whimper out for him once more calling his name. 

“I love to hear my name fall from your lips.” Hoseok whispers before capturing your lips with his as he straddles you, one knee pressed down into the cabin room’s bed on either side of you. His hips grinding down on you making your head lull back as his lips trail down your neck. Hoseok’s tongue lavishing over the heated skin of your neck as he gives gentle sucks, his hands coming up to fondle your clothed breasts. 

“You’re so beautiful, baby.” His touch is needy but romantic all the same as begins to roughly shove up your night gown. His bottom lip now tucked in between his teeth as his pupils blow out with lust as you lay under him naked. Your breasts swaying as you lay back down as he throws the night gown across the room. 

“Oh Christ.” He whispers before his head dips down, his tongue flicking at your nipple before enveloping it into his mouth giving harsh suckles. Your moans ricocheting off the walls for Hobi as you try to press your thighs together. 

“Open.” He whispers above your breast smacking at your inner thighs before giving your nipple a playful nip. Your chest begins to rise and fall unevenly, like the wind has been sucked out of you leaving you lifeless. Hoseok’s fingers begin to rake over your panties, feeling your arousal through the thin fabric. 

“So horny for me. I love it.” His lips trailing sloppy kisses down your stomach before reaching the top of your underwear, his teeth capturing the band before pulling them lower. Hoseok never takes his eyes off you, loving how completely undone you become underneath him. 

“Look at how hard you make my cock.” He says pulling down his pajama pants, his cock springing back leaving a spot of pre-cum against his lower stomach as it makes a small thud against his body. 

“So fucking hard for me.” You whisper palming at his two-toned cock, the lighter half becoming red with anticipation. 

“Everything you do feels so good. Fuck.” He whispers before taking off your panties fully and discarding them elsewhere. 

“Let me see my pussy.” He shoves your legs open, prying at your knees before coming face to face with your swollen, needy cunt. He licks at his lips before pulling your body down towards him, although his frame was thin he was strong. His muscles defined in all the right places as hooks your legs over his shoulders. 

“How sweet do you taste?” His brown eyes staring up at your face as he gives a flat swipe with his tongue, licking up your spilling juice. You moan loudly as his lips encase your clit.

Hoseok pays attention to what you like, which is why whenever you’re in bed together you’re on cloud nine, giving you multiple orgasms. Hoseok wasn’t a show off while you were in bed, he says all the right things and gives you a good fucking and you could never be mad at it but tonight something was different. His urgency, the willingness to please you, he had something up his sleeve. His tongue licking quick circles around your clit as he shoves a finger inside you without warning. His own lips letting out a moan against you at how tight and sopping wet you were for him. His finger grazing over that one rough patch inside your pussy that had you weeping underneath him. You tasted so sweet, you must be fertile for him today. He wouldn’t stop tonight until you were pregnant with his child. He slips in another finger before pulling back from your clit, his mouth, chin and cheeks coated in your arousal. 

“You taste so fucking good baby.” You moan Hoseok’s name once more as he begins to finger you quicker, the veins in his arms bulging out as he watches from above with a cocky smirk. 

“You love when I finger fuck you, don’t you? How about when I do this?” Your eyes roll back as he gives constant taps and stokes against your g-spot. 

“Oh Fuck!” You cry out gripping at his shoulders, he hums in agreement before going down on you once more. His tongue doing the classic spelling of Hangul against you as he works you towards your orgasm. A deep ache working its way into the pit of your stomach as you pull at Hoseok’s black hair. His face looking divine as he scrunches his eyes up loving the way your body twitches at his actions. 

“Hobi!” You cry out, your body beginning to crest at the peak of your pleasure, Hoseok gives a harsh suckle to your clit and just like that. It was as if fireworks had gone off, your thighs shaking as you squirt over his face and neck. He chuckles darkly pulling away from you, thrusting his fingers in and out gently letting you ride out your high. 

Hoseok had done a lot of research for tonight, looking up the best position to be in to get pregnant, the best motions for his cock, everything. So when he picks your arousal up off your pussy lips and taste it, he doesn’t find it odd how stringy and how candy-like in sweetness it tastes. 

“You made a mess of me, lick it up.” He says pulling you up into a sitting position, your mind still swimming as you feel boneless. 

“Come on, baby.” Hoseok goads you caressing your cheek as you watch as your cum drips down his collarbone towards his chest. You blink rapidly collecting yourself before pushing him down onto the bed, he smirks as you take charge. His hands bunching up your hair into his fist as you lick up your cum. 

“You taste how sweet it is for me?” You moan in response licking over his neck and his collarbone. 

“It’s so sweet because you’re fertile.” You stop your licks before pulling back and looking down at him, Hoseok’s hands begin grazing over your hips. His tongue pushing into the indent of your hip bones making you groan. 

“You’re fertile to have my baby inside you. I’m going to fuck my baby into you tonight.” You go wide eyed as Hoseok grabs your hair once more. You furrow your eyebrows as he smiles up at you. 

“You’ve been keeping track?” You ask almost embarrassed. 

“Of course I have, I want nothing more than to see my baby inside you.” You press your legs together, your lower body beginning to thump in pleasure at the realization. 

“Don’t you want that? My baby making you all pretty and swollen? Getting to rub your big belly with my baby in there?” You let out a whimper at his words, he was fueling your fire for the second time tonight as he pulls at your hair. 

“Suck on my cock baby and I’ll tell you how badly I want to see you impregnated with my baby.” You comply to his request, taking his long cock into your hand. You give a few good pumps before kissing the tip of his head, Hoseok groans happily as you pull back his pre-cum stringing from his cock to your lips as you lick it up. Your mouth encasing the head of his cock, tongue swirling circles around it making Hoseok throw his head back with gritted teeth. 

“Oh fuck, you’re so sexy. You suck such good cock.” You hum in agreement as you dip your head down his length, pumping whatever doesn’t fit in your mouth with your hand. 

“I can’t wait until you suck my cock with my baby inside you. How sweet you’ll look rubbing your belly for me as you take a load in your mouth.” You moan as you feel arousal dripping down your bare thighs, Hoseok’s eyes catch sight of this and he bites his lip. 

“You like it too? The thought of being so heavy with my baby? I love picturing you like that.” He begins to pull at your hair, taking a deep breath in through his nose as your flat licks begin to send his cock throbbing in your mouth. 

“Stop, I don’t want to cum in your mouth.” You lift your head off of him slowly, his mouth opening slightly as he watches you lick at the tip. 

“I said stop.” He mutters pulling at your hair making you bite your bottom lip. He takes your face into his sights, the way your pupils are blown out and how red and swollen your lips are makes him weak to you. 

“You look like a sexy little cum slut, right about now.” His thumb and index finger opening your mouth as he thrusts his thumb in, you give his thumb gentle suckles as he sits up, his free hand rubbing at your breast. Hoseok lays you down, pumping his cock as you spread your legs for him. 

“I’m only cumming inside your pussy until you are pregnant with my baby.” He waits until his orgasm goes back to lying in wait before aligning the head of his cock to your pussy. His cock wasn’t the thickest but it was long and pleasurable in it’s own right and by God, did he know how to use it. 

“Fuck, you’ll look so pretty with my kid in you.” Hoseok rolls your nipples between his fingertips as he prods the head of his cock into you, once again you become a moaning mess underneath him for the second time tonight. 

“Yes! Hoseok! Fuck me!” 

“What do you want, baby? Tell me what you want.” He teases you pumping just the head in and out. 

“Fuck! I want you to fuck your baby into me.” Hoseok smirks before pushing his hair back off his sweating forehead. 

“Good girl.” With one thrust he’s deep inside you, the head of his cock ramming into your cervix entrance making you moan loudly. 

“Oh my fu-” Hoseok bites out a moan as he thrusts into you, the heaviness of his balls slapping against your ass with every thrust as he moans loudly for you. 

“Y/N! Oh, fuck, baby.” Hoseok’s forehead pushing into your neck as he begins to plunge his cock deep inside you with every thrust. His hips changing from straight thrusts to rolling his hips around. Your throat going dry from your moaning as you grab at his back, scratching your fingernails into his tan skin. 

“I can’t wait till my baby is deep inside you, Y/N.” He whispers into your ear lovingly, his hips rolling against you gently letting his bare pubic bone graze against your clit. 

“Hoseok.” You moan wantonly grabbing onto his arms. 

“You’re going to take my cum like such a good girl, aren’t you baby? Going to let me swell up your belly and make your breasts filled with milk.” Your eyes rolling back into your head as he grits his teeth once more pulling your knees up to your chest. 

“I want you put your baby into me so badly.” Hoseok’s head falling back as he feels his orgasm coming on stronger than before he denied it before. “I have a big load of cum for you too. So much of it for you.” 

Your take your breasts into your hands as Hoseok fucks you roughly, his eyes watching as you flick at your nipples begging for his cum. The bubbling feeling in the pit of your stomach comes in full force as Hoseok spits on your pussy, his fingers rubbing at your clit. 

“I want to watch you cum again, become a moaning mess under me.” The room was stagnant with heat as the over pornographic sound of your wet pussy fills the room. 

“Hoseok!” Your eyes squeezing shut. 

“Fuck, Y/N. You’re so tight. Jesus Christ!” Hoseok curses, his body developing that sheen layer of sweat you love to see knowing he works so hard at pleasing you. 

“I want your baby so badly! Please fuck a baby into me!” Hoseok moans lowly as he pulls up the hood of your clit, the bubbling feeling in your stomach reaching the precipice and fizzling out as you cum loudly practically screaming for your husband. Your pussy clutching at Hoseok’s cock, trying to siphon Hoseok’s cock of his cum. 

“Oh-ho, fuck!” Hoseok opens his mouth before groaning loudly, cumming without warning as he gives one last harsh thrust into your pussy. His body falling onto yours as the head of his cock makes contact with your cervix opening. His cum coating the inside of your womb and your cervix as you whimper out feeling the warmth of it. Hoseok breathes heavily picking himself off of you, you giggle as he lets out a large sigh before smiling. His cheeks bouncing upwards as he pulls your knees up to your chest. 

“Stay like that for a bit. Don’t let any come out.” He pulls his cock out slowly before grabbing some tissues from a box by the bedside table and wiping his cock off. He throws himself down next to you before kissing you gently. 

“I love you, baby girl.” You kiss his cheek before letting out an exasperated sigh. 

“I love you too.” Hoseok sputters his lips before kissing your flat tummy. 

“I can’t wait until my Jung Prince or Princess is in here.” He rubs at your stomach before putting his head on your breast. His eyes shutting in comfortable delight as he listens to your fast heartbeat begin to level out.

Hoseok wakes up before looking around, it was pitch black outside in Fuji, Japan. “Oh right, we’re in Japan.” The dream that he had that sent his mind into overdrive waking him up lingers in his thoughts. 

You were helping Mina with her homework, sitting on the couch comfortably as you supported your heavy belly with your hand. One arm underneath the engorged skin and the other rubbing comfortable circles as Hoseok’s baby squirms around inside you. Hoseok watches on at the scene from the kitchen as he grabs a pepper out of the fridge to get ready for dinner. “Baby?” Hoseok calls out before holding up the pepper, “Okay for our little one?” Hoseok asks making sure spiciness was okay for the baby. You look over before giving him a smile and a thumbs up. 

“It’s a boy.” Hoseok mutters before looking at your sleeping figure. Your hand on his chest with your leg thrown over his as you sleep peacefully beside him. Hoseok could feel his cum leaking out of you onto his leg and he raises his eyebrows. 

“Fuck, it’s all coming out.” He whispers panic stricken, his fingers trying to shove the cum back inside of you before whining quietly. 

“What if our boy doesn’t come?” Hoseok pushes your leg off of him slowly before inching down the bed at a slow pace to try and keep you sleeping. He situates himself sitting back on his knees as he pries your legs open watching as globs of cum begin to relieve itself out of your pussy. 

“No.” Hoseok whines as puts a disappointed hand to his forehead. Maybe he should fuck you again just in case. He begins to pump at his cock watching how his cum trails down to your perineum. How would it taste? Your cum and his mixed together deliciously, he begins to lap it up with his tongue. His eyes rolling back at the musky yet sweet taste of it. 

“Oh shit.” He whispers prodding his tongue into your cunt trying to grab it all on to his tongue for a quick swallow. You stir in your sleep as Hoseok keeps the cum on the flat of his tongue, swiping it up and down your folds letting it froth up white on your pussy lips and clit.  He swallow what is left on his tongue before pulling back to admire his work. 

“Shit. Look at that.” He whispers pumping his rock hard cock to the way your pussy looks deliciously coated with his seed. 

“Baby?” Hoseok calls to you quiet, the sounds of nature slipping into the room as Hoseok aligns himself trying not to wake you. 

“I’ll fuck you awake then.” He whispers, he enters you holding back a moan, your pussy wet from all of his cum. He gives short strokes rubbing at his own chest and arms. His eyes watching as your eyebrows furrow in your sleep. 

“Good girl.” Hoseok whispers as he begins to pluck at your nipples with your fingers. 

“How gorgeous you’ll be with my so inside you. So fucking sexy.” He lets out a small moan as his hips begin to pick up speed, a whimper leaving your mouth as Hoseok bends over you taking your nipple into his mouth as he rolls his pelvic bone against your clit grinding down on it. Little flicks of the tip of his tongue against your nipple stir you awake, you blink confused before pleasure takes over your bottom half as you wake up. 

“H-Hoseok?” You whimper out looking out the window at the pitch black sky. Hoseok lifts his head off your breast to groan at the feeling of your pussy. 

“It was all coming out, I have to put more in for our baby.” He announces noticing that you’ve woken up. You moan as he begins to thrusts deeper and harder all the while clutching at your hips. 

“I have to put another load into you, you need to get big with my son. Like in my dream.” He rambles like a mad man, your eyes shutting as mewls roll off your tongue. Your fingers dipping down between your legs as you rub at your clit. Hoseok grabs at your tits pumping you full of cock.

“I can’t wait to taste your sweet milk from your breasts. How puffy and dark your nipples will be for me and my baby.” You moan at his words rubbing quicker circles on your clit as you feel his cock beginning to throb inside you. 

“I can’t wait to be big with your baby. I want you to fuck me rubbing my big belly.” Hoseok groans just thinking about how nice and big you would be on all fours in front of him, his chest meeting your back as he rubs your belly while pummeling his cock into you. 

“You’re going to look so beautiful.” You work towards your third orgasm of the day, your moans beginning to get louder and louder as you mind finds itself fully awake from sleep. 

“I’m so close!” You whimper out putting your head back into the pillow. 

“Me too, baby. So close to giving you more cum.” Hoseok’s teeth grinding down as he raises your legs over his shoulders giving him the perfect angle to have both sets of eyes rolling back. 

“H-Hoseok! I’m gonna cum!” Your orgasm imminent as Hoseok begins to pre-cum deeply inside your pussy. 

“Oh fuck, yes. I’m cumming, babe. I’m- Shit. Y/N. Fuck!” Hoseok orgasms loudly putting his head back as his orgasm rips a sob from his chest. Tears almost spilling over his cheeks from the pleasure. 

“Yes!” You moan loudly, the warmth of his cum setting off your own orgasm as your pussy sucks his cum deeper inside of you. 

“Oh shit!” Hoseok groans out, his eyes alight with wonder as your pussy clamps and pulls at his softening cock. 

“Good girl, baby. Take all of my cum in your fertile womb.” He pulls out of you slowly being mindful of your twitching legs on his shoulders. He lays back down next to you, pulling your body into his arms as he kisses at your cheek and forehead. 

“It’s going to be a boy. I was it in my dream.” He whispers as you cuddle yourself into his chest. 

“Really?” You ask with a giggle. He hums in agreement rubbing his large hand on the soft skin of your back. “It’ll be a boy.”

There was silence as Hoseok throws the onions into the heated up pan. The sizzle of the pan draws your attention as you look up from the couch.

“I’m putting peppers in the pasta.” He alerts you as he throws the peppers into the pan. You hum to him in agreement as Mina jumps onto the couch, her face coming to rest on your belly as you lean back into the couch.

“He doesn’t want to play with me.” She whispers before poking your bloated belly button. Hoseok peeks out of the kitchen before chuckling as he watches Mina rub your belly. 

“I think your brother is sleeping.” You tell her, running your fingers through her hair. Hoseok grabs the handle of the pan before picking up and flicking his wrist to move the vegetables in the pan as they seer. 

“Why does he need to sleep? He has to play with me!” Hoseok chuckles before putting the vegetables in the pot for the sauce. He lowers the burner to a simmer before wiping his hands on the towel and heading out of the kitchen.

“Dinner will be ready in a little bit.” He whispers before picking Mina up and placing her on his lap to sit next to you. His arm snakes around your shoulders before putting his hand on your belly. 

“Daddy, the baby won’t play with me.” Hoseok gives a big smile, his perfect teeth shining in the living room before kissing her forehead. 

“Your brother needs to sleep to become big and strong like his big sister, prince-” As he whispers to her, a small flit of movement happens within you making him stop short.

“He’s moving now, he’s awake.” Mina gasps before putting her face to your belly, her legs swinging on Hoseok’s lap as he wrinkles his nose at the sight. 

“Daddy, is little brother your little prince just like I’m your princess?”

Hoseok hums before hugging her tightly and kissing the top of her head. His eyes find yours before relaxing and pulling you into his side.

“Always. Your both my little prince and princess.”

[alitaimagines]

“I can show you everything, yeah, and we're on our way to glory, where the show won't ever end and the encore lasts forever and it's time we're due to spend.”

BAKUGOU KATSUKI (ft TODOROKI SHOTO) ☆  MY HERO ACADEMIA

☆ previous imagine: ♡  ☆ masterlists: ♡ ♡

“do you think we’ll be best friends six years from now?” you asked Bakugou as he shrugged, “dunno, if you don’t annoy me enough, probably,” you rolled your eyes before throwing him a piece of milk bread you were eating. 

he gave you an annoyed look before going back to studying. you were both were studying for hero laws and while you knew you were going to do fine, Bakugou had asked to revise your notes to see if his compared. 

“that’s impossible! you get annoyed when someone drops a pen,” you complained making him laugh, “see! you’re probably annoyed as it is,” you stuck your tongue out jokingly as he went back to studying. 

you remained on your phone until Bakugou finished up with your phones. you had been friends with him since middle school and although you were one of his closest friends, he treated you like anyone else in the class. 

there was other days when he completely ignored you. ever since you started at U.A., the first year was just the same. being idiots together and being even bigger idiots when Kirishima and the rest of them were around but as the beginning of your second year started, you knew that Bakugou had started hanging around a girl from the business department a lot more frequently.

in a sense, you felt like you were losing your best friend. you did have other friends as you hung around Shoto, Midoriya, Iida, and Uraraka whenever Bakugou was busy with the girl. it wasn’t that you harbored any feelings for him but drifting away from your best friend was like a punch in the gut. 

“what are you doing after?” you asked as Bakugou looked down to his phone, “Kirishima wants to workout, why?” he asked not bothering see your fallen expression. 

“uh, no reason, just wanted to see if you wanted to watch a movie or something but if you’re busy, we can just do it this Friday or whenever you’re free!” you exclaimed trying not to make it seem as though you were jealous, “yeah, Friday or something,” he responded, ruffling your hair as you noticed his red-haired best friend.

you waved at Kirishima before pressing the elevator button. you felt a gut feeling inside of you. you couldn’t quite pinpoint what the feeling was but a feeling was stirring inside of you and you didn’t like it and for a split moment, you felt as though he was lying about hanging out with Kirishima.

two months later: 

you sat with Midoriya and Shouto as the three of you waited for Uraraka to get out of the bathroom to head to lunch. you kept looking down at your phone, hoping that Bakugou responded. 

you had asked him if he wanted to hangout for the weekend. you had a few bucks lying around and knew the two of you could get dinner or something. it would be the first time in a few weeks that you knew he wouldn’t be busy.

“is something wrong?” Midoriya asked as he noticed you continuously looking down at your phone, “no, I’m fine. I just asked Bakugou to hang out this weekend since he was free but he hasn’t responded,” you tried to say as normal as possible.

Midoriya shrugged, “I’m sure he’ll get back to you,” he replied as Todoroki nodded in agreement. you put your phone in your back pocket, not bothering to fret on the situation anymore. 

once Uraraka got out of the bathroom, the four of your walked to the lunch room. you had packed yourself a lunch as you were getting sick of the lunchroom food everyday. 

“hey, Bakugou is by himself, you can ask him now,” Midoriya pointed out as Bakugou was waiting at the entrance of the lunch room, “right, I’ll be back!” you pointed out. 

as you walked towards Bakugou, you noticed the girl walking up to him. you stopped dead in your tracks and paused for a moment before taking a deep breath and walking back to Todoroki and the rest of them. 

“what happened?” Uraraka asked as you gave her a shrug, “I think he’s with his girlfriend. I don’t want to intrude on anything,” you whispered as you grabbed your bag and took out your lunch, “lets go eat. I don’t want eat in a rush and I know all of you are starving,” you added on as you walked in front of the group, trying to fight back tears that you had no idea as to why they threatening to come out. 

as you walked ahead of everyone, you had missed the concerning looks of all your friends. Todoroki more than anyone. he had developed a small crush on you but since you hung around Bakugou a lot, he thought that you might’ve liked him but seeing how you were slowly distancing yourself from him, he knew you probably needed a shoulder to rely on. 

“are any of you free this weekend? I don’t really feel like staying in my dorm all day,” you asked as Todoroki spoke up, “I’m free,” you were surprised the the half-n-half boy actually took up the offer, “awesome! we can get dinner or something!” you quickly mentioned making him smile. 

you couldn’t help but look to Bakugou who had brought his girlfriend over to his group of friends a little later during lunch. the rest of the your friends had gone up to ask Aizawa a question as you stayed behind and threw away the remnants of your lunch.

after shoving your bag into your lunch you tried to make a bee-line to class but you heard Bakugou’s rough voice call you out. 

“what’s up?” you asked as you eyes remained fully on him, “I wanted to introduce my girl friend to my best friend,” he replied as you shook your head dismissively. 

“I don’t think it’s appropriate to call me your best friend, Bakugou but regardless, I’m ( your name ),” you quickly said, “I’m a friend of his,” you added on as Bakugou stared at you in confusion.

after his girlfriend introduced herself, you noticed Bakugou’s very angry expression, “what?” you asked a bit confused, “what do you mean I can’t call you my best friend?” he asked. 

you couldn’t help but laugh as you ruffled his hair in the same way he would with you, “Bakugou, you have a girlfriend. she’s going to be your best friend and as a girl, I know how it feels when another girl calls your boyfriend his best friend, it’s not fun,” you said with an eerily serene voice, “but regardless, ignore my text. I’m going with Todoroki. just text me when the three of us could hang out, I’m game!” you added on as you gave his girlfriend one last smile before running back to class before you were late. 

two weeks later: 

you were sitting with Todoroki as the two of you had finished making a visit up with his mom. you knew this was a big step into your friendship. his mom meant the world to him and although the two of you had just became friends, something in him wanted for you to meet her. 

“hey, I’ll be back, I need to get something from my room,” Todoroki said as he placed the soup spoon down and walked to the elevators, “alright, just don’t expect me to be down here cooking down on my own,” you mocked as he laughed before leaving. 

you were putting the last remaining seasonings in the soup when you saw Bakugou walking inside of the dorms. you waved at him and went to wash your hands when you noticed he was walking towards you. 

“hey,” you said with a semi-forced smile, “hey,” he replied, a bit lowly. 

you stood in front of him, wondering why he was just standing in front of you, not saying much, “how are you and ( his girlfriends name )? I knew the two of you are inching near the three month anniversary,” you tried to say as happily as possible. 

“yeah, it’s on Saturday. we were planning on celebrating it with Kirishima, Mina, Kaminari, and Sero at an arcade. she wanted to know if you’d be interested in coming along,” you shook your head sadly, “I can’t. I’m helping Todoroki study this weekend. maybe next week?” you asked. 

Bakugou nodded as he started walking away. he stood in the middle of the hallway, before looking back at you again, “do you think we’ll be best friends six years from now?” he asked as you couldn’t help but laugh at the same thing you asked him a few months ago. 

“dunno, if you don’t annoy me enough, probably.” 

he laughed as you noticed Todoroki coming back with a blanket and one of his sweaters. Bakugou could see the same twinkle in your eye that you had when you used to hang with him, however, this time, it was a bit different. almost as if you liked Todoroki in a romantic way. 

a year later: 

you were reaching winter break for the last time at U.A. you had been dating Todoroki for a little more than a year now and the break, you were going up to visit Rei for a week before he went back with you to visit your family the following week. 

the day never came when you got to hang with Bakugou and his girlfriend. you knew the two of them were still dating but since that day you were making soup, that had been the last time you spoke with him. 

there was times you obviously had to talk to him during class and all of that but other than that, you never went out of your way to talk to him again and vice versa. 

you woke up with a yawn as you noticed your hair was sprawled out all over Todoroki’s face. the two of you had a movie night and you ‘forced’ him to sleep in dorm last night. not that he didn’t mind it though. whenever he slept with you, he slept his best and with the events from last night, the two of you slept better than ever. 

he had gotten you a golden band for your one year anniversary. he said ‘it wasn’t necessarily a promise ring but it wasn’t an engagement ring either’. he left it for you to decide, however, he hoped you took it as a promise ring as he wanted your engagement to be a lot more elaborate. 

“get up,” you whispered in his ear, “we need to eat and make it up to the city before the hotel reservations go void.” Todoroki laughed as he snuggled closer to you and hummed, “ten more minutes,” he whispered as he closed his eyes again. 

ten minutes was actually half an hour until the two of you got up. you pulled your hair up and told Todoroki that you would make him a quick breakfast before he met you downstairs with both your bags. 

“come on you stupid blender!” you screamed a bit too loudly for your liking, “finally!” you said as the blender started work. 

as you were pouring the smoothie into the bottles, you saw Bakugou and his girlfriend walk into the kitchen. you gave them a smile as he took out a few things from the fridge to make his breakfast. 

the feeling in the air was oddly calm as you watched him talk quietly his girlfriend. you waited for Todoroki on the couch, sipping your smoothie until he finally arrived. 

he noticed how engrossed you were in your phone and hugged you from behind, making you squeal loudly from laughter before he bent over to give you a kiss on the cheek. 

“ready?” he asked as he chugged his smoothie back quickly, “ready as ever!” you said enthusiastically, “I’m so excited for your mom to open up her Christmas gift and see the promise ring you got me.”

Todoroki smiled as he gave you a peck on the lips before grabbing his bag, “well, let’s go! our car is in the front!” you grabbed your bag and held Todoroki’s hand with the other. 

you looked to Bakugou and his girlfriend, giving both of them a smile as they returned them before going back to the conversation you were having with Todoroki and how excited he was to see his mom again.

you knew the look both you and Bakugou gave each other was one almost of closure. it wasn’t sad or upsetting. it was one of acceptance. almost as if the two of you silently told each other that the other was in good hands with their partner. 

ALITA

[mor-beck-more-problems]

What is the best day your character can imagine having?

// Hope springs eternal for Morgan, so her best and sappiest visions are all of the future. Also, this got long. Peace, love, and friendship dreams under the cut. So...

Deirdre wakes up from the glare of the sun pouring through their bedroom windows. She smiles, having had no nightmares, and looks up into Morgan’s eyes because Morgan, for a change, is holding her in their bed. 

After sexy enjoying one another’s company with no rush at all, the two of them go downstairs to the kitchen, and Morgan starts making breakfast. Deirdre sits on the counter, watches, admires, and occasionally licks the spoon. Before they finish, Bex and Mina come down, and there’s noise all over the room while Bex helps Morgan finish cooking and Mina and Deirdre confound each other with conversation. 

The dishes can wait. Morgan kisses her family goodbye and goes to work, where she takes upper-division students on a deep dive through contemporary supernatural literature, and then does a big lecture event where she does a presentation about existential dread and immortality in zombie media. Because as a newly-minted tenure track professor, that’s stuff she gets to do now. Later, she visits Leah at the library, where the supernatural education scheme has grown into a large underground operation with mentorship and mutual aid between supernatural species thrown in. As a treat.

As the sun sets, Deirdre comes to pick her up, and Morgan delights in greeting her, being seen with her, in this peaceful community space. As they leave, she sees Griffin and Miriam going inside with the rest of the undead reading group she’s started. It’s only Griffin’s second time, but when their eyes meet, they both smile like they’re more okay than they’ve been in a while.  Deirdre drives them up Hambry Park for a picnic, and Morgan savors the bite of too-sweet wine on her teeth and the burn of spicy fried brains. They talk until the stars come out, and then they talk some more, and when they get tired of the ghosts snarking at their happiness, they go home and join the girls for part of their umpteenth movie night, and then excuse themselves smugly to their room so Bex and Mina can do what Bex and Mina like to do. 

And for once, Morgan doesn’t resent the sharp clarity of her mind as she hears Deirdre’s slow banshee breath grow into sighs only she knows the rhythm of. For once, Morgan is grateful for the chance to play it all back in her head: the glare of the sun, the hum of a packed lecture all, the smiles of her friends, the butterfly tickle of her partner’s lips. And so, bundling herself into Deirdre’s arms, that’s just what Morgan does. ​

[sleephyuns]

mihyun domestic fluff please!

The sunlight was bright in Dahyun’s eyes as she woke up. Squinting, she turned over to face her girlfriend, who was stirring lightly in bed. Her eyes darted to the clock to see it was close to noon. She hoped that meant Mina got a good night’s sleep.

Finally, after a bit more tossing and turning, Mina’s eyes opened. Her eyes scanned the room before landing on Dahyun’s, a gentle smile spreading on her face.

In seconds, Mina shuffled closer to her side, wrapping lithe arms around her. She tucked her face into Mina’s neck as she started to rub her back.

“Good morning,” Mina greeted sleepily.

“Good morning to you too,” Dahyun replied. “You sure were moving a lot in your sleep. No nightmares right?”

"None.” She placed a kiss to the side of her head.

Dahyun smiled against the other woman’s skin, just letting herself melt into Mina, taking in her warmth, her scent. Something like lavender with a twinge of sunshine. Hard to describe. But it was Mina all the same.

She listened to the little, content sigh from her girlfriend as they just laid there. And she hoped... no, she knew it meant Mina was just as happy as she was.

"How long do we plan on laying here like this? It’s almost noon, you know,” Dahyun teased.

She felt the rumble of a giggle in the woman’s chest, her hand coming up to card through her hair. "As long as you want to," she said so kind, so sincerely that Dahyun’s heart fluttered.

"Thanks," Dahyun whispered, somehow snuggling even closer. “But what I really want is something to eat. Want to go out to get brunch?”

Mina closed her eyes in thought for a minute, before humming when she made her decision. “Let’s stay in. That way we can brush up on our cooking skills together. How’s that?”

Dahyun pressed a kiss to Mina’s lips before sitting up. “Sounds perfect.”