Baby, Baby 2.5k

baby, baby 2.5k

— bakugou katsuki x reader

seeing your boyfriend hold babies does something to you.

cw: minors don’t interact, female reader, talk about having babies in the future, fingering, penetration, kissing, in a bathroom, in love couple :), haven’t proof read hahah

you’ve never been one to see yourself as maternal. you do like babies and children. sweet chubby faces with cute giggles that bubble up when one bounces on your hip or chatting with kids at your feet and answering one of their many why’s about the world. but you didn’t think much about motherhood, nor did you think men with babies really did anything for you.

well, you were wrong about the last part. greatly. what you had failed to consider is the love of your life, the most gorgeous man you know, holding babies.

you and bakugou katsuki, your boyfriend, were invited to your shared friend’s kirishima’s son’s first birthday party. in his back garden was a green deku themed bouncy castle, a long table of finger food snacks and another table with piles of presents. babies were everywhere. sitting with their parents, playing on one of the many colourful mats on the ground or gnawing on a sausage roll.

you were doing your best to help out. picking up half eaten carrot sticks and wrapping paper. bouncing between mothers and introducing yourself to kirishima’s family members you’re meeting for the first time. it’s only when you glance over to where you know your boyfriend is, your heart squeezes and twists.

bakugou is currently bouncing two babies at his waist. mumbling with them at a low tone as little hands palm at the stubble on his chin and another pair of hands tug at his gold chain. an adorable sight. a sight that tickles at your ovaries and itches at your brain to demand him for a child. he’s being a dream, helping out also. which mostly includes chatting with babies that end up at his feet and here he goes, picking up another to sit on his shoulders.

is it crazy to think it’s sexy? his muscled arms usually made to hurt and push buildings off bodies, now cradling chatty babies. his outfit so simple like always, a black tee that hugs his body and highlights the curves in his arms. then a comfy dark pair of jeans. he’s got three gold rings across his fingers and you told him earlier it’s probably best to take his earrings out incase a baby tugs them out. he’s not got a noticeable smile but to you, you can see the lift of his eyes and the relaxed droop of his shoulders. you don’t even think he’d say he’s good with kids but he’s definitely proving everyone wrong. especially when you look over to the mothers staring down your lover.

but when you look back, katsuki locks eyes with you.

“you good?” he mouths, bouncing the babies in his arms.

you bite down on your bottom lip. you were nervous to come since you only knew kirishima and nobody else. bakugou as god father and uncle to his son had much more to do than you did.

you nod, eyes soft.

he smirks back until a baby grabs at his nose and he looks at the child in shock.

you laugh to yourself, making way to the snack table.

now free from babies, a warm presence comes up behind you. not too intimate since this is the most pg gathering to ever exist.

“hey baby,” he mumbles, chin resting on your shoulder. he pops a cucumber chunk from your plate into his mouth.

“baby? you’ve remembered me?” you smile.

a grin floods his face as you spin around to face him. “i didn’t think i’d be so popular with them. they keep findin’ me.”

“all the mums here keep finding you too. everyone seems to love you holding a baby.” you don’t sound jealous, more amused as you break a carrot stick into your mouth.

“does that include you?” ruby eyes flutter to your lips, one hand holding your waist. usually at this point you’d be chest to chest, breathing in each other’s breath when his tone becomes like this. deep and gravelly.

you cock your head, “nope.”

bakugou huffs a laugh, “gonna go piss. wanna come?”

this might sound odd but it’s typical for you both to follow each other to the toilet. like two girls about to gossip in the bathroom. or two lovers about to share a private kiss.

“sure,” the words barely out before he takes your hand, strolling to kirishima’s upstairs bathroom.

bakugou shuts the bathroom door behind him as you push yourself up onto kirishima’s bathroom counter.

“you don’t really need to piss, do you?”

“no, just want to check in with you. missed you all day.”

large palms land at your knees to seperate them so he can slot his body in between. you shuffle since you’re wearing a skirt but bakugou keeps his eyes on your face, trying to judge how you’re feeling without words.

“missed like you missed me or like you wanted to talk to me and i was elsewhere?”

bakugou smiles, hands moving to your hips. you rearrange his chain so it’s symmetrical around his neck.

“both. that’s why i dragged you up here.” he kisses your mouth, not allowing you anytime to respond, “everyone keeps talkin’ my ear off about you.”

you frown, “me? saying what?”

he sighs, looking away from you while tonguing his cheek, “apparently i was the last person anyone would think to bring a girlfriend. kirishima’s friends sayin’ how i’m punchin’ which is true. then his aunties and grandparents sayin’ how lovely you are.”

your eyes gleam at the comments.

“sayin’ you’re so beautiful and talented after talkin’ to you. how we match. i agree, obviously.”

you’re overwhelmed from the compliments, you were just being yourself and who doesn’t love a great first impression.

“oh wow,” your hands land at his neck.

“yeah,” he mutters, giving into his gaze as his lips find yours again and he kisses you for longer. sweet pecks that have him chasing after you, hands squeezing your hips as if he wants more. he doesn’t thrust you into him though, just brushing his tongue against yours in a slow relaxed pace. your lower stomach heats.

though, you pull away, “ah, let’s not forget how adorable you’ve been today. playing with the babies and talking with them. you’re so good with kids.”

finally, he glances away with your lips, swiping across your bottom lip with the pad of his thumb. “did you think i’d be bad?” he whispers curiously.

“no! didn’t really think about it before now.”

bakugou hums in reply, “but back to you, made me proud to call you my girl. some of kiri’s cousins were askin’ about you and i got to tell them to fuck off.”

you laugh loudly, covering your mouth after but immediately he pulls your hand away. “you’re so childish.”

“fittin’ for the party.”

you both grin at each other, “but back to you. you’ve been sexy. i want you to pick me up and bounce me on your hip.”

bakugou throws his head back in a chuckle.

“also thought about how you’d look with our child.”

“you wanna have babies with me?”

your heart squeezes and you wonder how a man can make you feel so electric. hormones and endorphins pumping just through conversation and kisses. you’d give him anything he asked for, you think.

bakugou would give you anything you asked for. if you want a baby he’ll make it happen now.

“too soon, ‘ki. but one day would be cute.”

you hug him to you, bringing his body closer to press against yours. your arms hang at his shoulders as his hands sneak up your top on your bare skin.

“okay, just let me know,”

“that’s it? i just need to let you know when i want kids?”

bakugou is mindful not to mess up your makeup though he so badly wants to touch your face. instead, he kisses down your neck thrice, “does it have to be complicated?”

his words switch something inside of you as you stretch your neck, “i guess not.”

you already sound out of breath, skin hot and buzzing. you can tell bakugou is the same yet more composed. usually, it’s the other way around, getting you in a room alone is always inevitable for something to go down.

he drags you to him closer by the thighs, releasing a restless moan in your neck.

“i gotta say it baby, but can i get you off? then fuck you when we get back.”

you’re sure your body moulds to him, everything in you is dragging you to him. you kiss the corner of his mouth, along his jaw. bakugou squeezes your sides, palms burning into your skin. then he sneaks a hand up your skirt, finger tips running along the lace of your underwear.

“i feel like they’re already looking for you since you’re the godfather.”

“which means they’re lookin’ for you too. where else would i be if not with you?”

“don't be poetic or i’ll get on my knees.”

another chuckle rumbles through him and you tug at his shirt. he’s easy, pulling off his shirt and placing it by the sink.

“lemme get you off first. deal with me later,” then he grins all toothy when your hands press at his chest like it’s your first time seeing him half naked. “i can get you comin’ quick.”

you can’t even disagree with him, instead lightly pulling at his ear lobe. “all this talk from you. hurry up and prove it to me,” you try to sound harsher but a pout comes out along with a tilt of your hips for him to start.

“okay, okay princess.”

he’s quick to yank off your underwear. dragging the mint and white lace down your legs and placing the fabric on his tshirt. “already wet for me,” he whispers, eyes twinkling, “pull up your skirt for me.”

you do so in a rush, pulling up your skirt so your bare ass sits on the cold counter. it’s enough access for bakugou to pull your knees apart to see your pussy.

a groan leaves him without hesitation, muttering as if he’s being tortured, “so fuckin’ gorgeous.”

to be able to make a man like bakugou katsuki into this… yearning, close to begging, completely at your whims? it’s enough to inflate anybody’s ego.

there’s a second two of staring at each other, your hand curling around the back of his head when without warning, two fingers slide into your centre.

you’re already soaked so it’s easy, a high pitched moan escaping you. you bring him to you by his neck, your hand resting behind you to thrust into his fingers.

“oh katsuki,” you breathe, his fingers making a noisy squelch inside you. it’s truly divine, his fingers curling and brushing against your walls. then the beautiful harshness of the movement, moving like he would with his dick. “oh my— urgh.”

“i got you, baby,” he grips your hip, dragging the inside of his bottom lip up your neck. he’s so hard it’s almost painful.

you huff, pleasure blooming all through you. your hips jolt for more and more. “fuck me, katsuki. we can be quick.”

he flicks his eyes to you and he almost melts from your pleading stare. his dick is calling him stupid for what he’s about to say.

“i like taking my time with you,” he speaks behind his teeth, studying how your head throws back and your eyes squeeze shut with every thrust. “not in a bathroom. i want you on my tongue.”

you whine, “but i want your dick.”

can he deny you? fuck, he’s crazy for giving into you right now.

“you control me.” he snaps, pulling out of you to rub at your clit as his other hand yanks at his belt. “i was so sure and now i’m givin’ into you.”

your eyes widen like you’ve struck gold, the metal of his belt jingling and your mouth almost waters at the sight of his underwear band.

“thank you, katsuki,” you sing with all intentions to be annoying but it only makes him grab his cock out his underwear and squeeze for some relief.

“f-fuck,” he’s rock hard against his chest now his belt is out the way. the top of his dick leaks a little precome that makes you brush your thumb across it and pop it into your mouth. bakugou twitches at the contact, eyes lazing at the light of you.

“fucksake, with you lookin’ like that,” he positions himself at your entrance before sinking in.

glorious. he feels heavenly inside you, your hands grabbing at any part of him. you know you’re gonna have to apologise for the scratches on his back later. he stretches you out beautifully and you let out a moan as he pushes your thigh into your chest, making him lean in even deeper.

it’s just moans and whines between you both. thrust after thrust and you’re barely in the room as lips lay over yours.

“i love you,” you manage to get out between kisses until you gasp with a particularly hard thrust.

“love you with my life,” he strains, his thumb circling around your clit. it’s like a dance between you move. as he moves back, you come forward and vise versa. he moans after you and he knows when you push your thigh higher so you moan louder.

“come for me, baby,” he whispers, his thumb circling faster, with the friction from your wetness.

“yes, yes, just—,”

your pleasure takes over you, rippling through your body as you hold one of his biceps for grounding. the electricity becomes lightning inside you as for bakugou it’s thunder. booming through him in a growl as he comes right after with two jolts.

there’s heavy breaths as he pulls out of you. you’re empty all of a sudden and you’re reminded why you do usually prefer a bed. the desire to cuddle and hug him into a slumber. though you’re still at an event.

“shit,” he speaks, resting a hand under your chin, “you good?”

you bite down on your bottom lip at the sight of him. sweat along his hairline, shine across his arms. there’s even a pretty flush along his cheekbones as his eyes study you. just you.

“i’m good. let’s clean up and go back down.”

bakugou nods, opening up a cupboard to grab some wipes.

“when we get back i want a bath with you.”

you smile, as he swipes at your thighs, “okay.”

“wanna eat birthday cake in the bath with you.”

“okay, babe,” your smile widens.

he takes your underwear to pull it up your legs again. “this is why i say no to having sex with you like this. makes me all fuckin’ soppy.”

“loving your girlfriend isn’t soppy.”

“i think that’s the definition of soppy.”

you laugh, hopping off the counter.

“maybe it is.”

i have a very fluff request for our very beefy ari<33

very much domestic!ari & domestic!reader, doing home chores together, cleaning, organizing, daily grocery shopping, ordering some new clothes, etc, planning meals, planning child friendly abroad holidays, both looking after your new born, looking after dodger, taking dodger on a walk with ari wearing the buckle baby carrier on his bare chest (skin to skin touch) going on a picnic afterwards, playing with your new born & obvs dodger, watching new movies/series together, SELFCARE TOGETHER<3, starting the fire place, both of you doing your baby’s night routine preparing him or her to sleep, cuddling in each other arms, with blankets wrapped around your both talking very lovingly to each other in the moonlight :D

sorry if this is too much🤍

𝐡𝐢! 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐧𝐤 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐬𝐞𝐧𝐝𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐢𝐧! 𝐈 𝐝𝐨𝐧'𝐭 𝐤𝐧𝐨𝐰 𝐡𝐨𝐰 𝐠𝐨𝐨𝐝 𝐢𝐭 𝐢𝐬 𝐨𝐫 𝐢𝐟 𝐢𝐭 𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐧 𝐢𝐬 𝐠𝐨𝐨𝐝, 𝐬𝐨 𝐬𝐨𝐫𝐫𝐲 𝐢𝐧 𝐚𝐝𝐯𝐚𝐧𝐜𝐞 𝐢𝐟 𝐢𝐭 𝐢𝐬𝐧'𝐭! 𝐈 𝐡𝐨𝐩𝐞 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐝𝐨 𝐥𝐢𝐤𝐞 𝐢𝐭 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐢𝐟 𝐧𝐨𝐭, 𝐈 𝐚𝐩𝐩𝐫𝐞𝐜𝐢𝐚𝐭𝐞 𝐜𝐫𝐢𝐭𝐢𝐜𝐢𝐬𝐦 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐟𝐞𝐞𝐝𝐛𝐚𝐜𝐤!

summary - just the inside of ari's life with his wife.

gif I use isn’t mine and divider is by @newlips

𝑻𝑯𝑬 𝑳𝑰𝑭𝑬 𝑶𝑭 𝑫𝑶𝑴𝑬𝑺𝑻𝑰𝑪 𝑨𝑹𝑰 𝑨𝑵𝑫 𝑯𝑰𝑺 𝑮𝑰𝑹𝑳.

-𝐂𝐋𝐄𝐀𝐍𝐈𝐍𝐆-

The sound of music fills the room as the couple move around each other, scrubbing the dishes, mopping and sweeping the floors, and dusting. Ari watches as Y/n is trying to vacuum in areas that are too tight or are blocked by something. Walking over, he lifts the couch, receiving a smile from her as she can reach the dirt underneath. 

They go around cleaning the whole house until it is completely spotless.

-𝐆𝐑𝐎𝐂𝐄𝐑𝐘 𝐒𝐇𝐎𝐏𝐏𝐈𝐍𝐆-

Their food shopping is the best. Ari is always piling food and drinks into the trolley. Making sure your favourites are in there and everything you need for the baby is fully stocked. Half of the time, you tend to lose him, heading down the aisles looking for your tall beefy husband only to find him bounding towards you with a massive grin on his face and his arms stocked full. Ari will always insist on paying, not taking no for an answer. 

You both end up at home with too much food that lasts a long time.

-𝐎𝐑𝐃𝐄𝐑𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐍𝐄𝐖 𝐂𝐋𝐎𝐓𝐇𝐄𝐒-

Well… Let’s just say you and Ari had to get a new house with an extremely huge closet. When Ari finds something he thinks would look gorgeous in or wants to see her in, he buys many pieces of clothing in every colour. His favourite is seeing her in sundresses or pretty flowing skirts, always ensuring there are over a hundred of the same item. And when you order new clothes, it’s mostly clothing for your cute baby and the one on the way. Sometimes buying Ari some new clothes as he seems to only buy you things and spending your days bare as you both have kids now wouldn’t be a good idea, and you can never buy yourself clothes, seeing as Ari already bought it for you.

-𝐏𝐋𝐀𝐍𝐍𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐌𝐄𝐀𝐋𝐒-

You like to be organised, and you have a little list of what meals to have for breakfast, lunch and dinner. Ari finds it adorable, but he’s also grateful when he has to rush off to work, and the food is already prepared and ready to eat. And he notices how less stressed you are when it comes to dinnertime.

-𝐏𝐋𝐀𝐍𝐍𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐂𝐇𝐈𝐋𝐃-𝐅𝐑𝐈𝐄𝐍𝐃𝐋𝐘 𝐀𝐁𝐑𝐎𝐀𝐃 𝐇𝐎𝐋𝐈𝐃𝐀𝐘𝐒-

You and Ari, make sure to sit down and sort out where you can go. It was a struggle at first from years of not having kids and not planning everything, but you’ve learnt to make a list. Making it easier when it comes to these types of things, Ari still insists on paying for everything, saying that he wants to spoil his family and won’t take no for an answer.

-𝐋𝐎𝐎𝐊𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐀𝐅𝐓𝐄𝐑 𝐍𝐄𝐖𝐁𝐎𝐑𝐍-

It’s fun but stressful the first time doing it. You both ended up a mess. Tears and laughter were shared. You swore to Ari that you wouldn’t have more kids. But watching Ari hold the child you both created, the love he bears, and how he gently but protectively holds the baby. You’d give him a hundred if it meant you’d get to see this picture again and again.

The crying, dirty diapers and the loss of sleep wasn’t exactly fun, but they both wanted a family, and that’s what they got.

-𝐋𝐎𝐎𝐊𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐀𝐅𝐓𝐄𝐑 𝐃𝐎𝐃𝐆𝐄𝐑-

You both love him. You and Ari went looking for a dog before you even got pregnant, and you chose to rescue one, and when you both walked in. Dodger instantly connected with Ari and fits well with your little family. While you were pregnant, he was protective, and once you had the child, Dodger was your baby's best friend.

Looking after Dodger isn’t that hard. You guys mostly just play with him, feed him, run around with him and cuddle while watching movies as a family.

-𝐓𝐀𝐊𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐃𝐎𝐃𝐆𝐄𝐑 𝐎𝐍 𝐀 𝐖𝐀𝐋𝐊 𝐖𝐈𝐓𝐇 𝐀𝐑𝐈 𝐖𝐄𝐀𝐑𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐀 𝐁𝐔𝐂𝐊𝐋𝐄 𝐁𝐀𝐁𝐘 𝐂𝐀𝐑𝐑𝐈𝐄𝐑 𝐎𝐍 𝐇𝐈𝐒 𝐁𝐀𝐑𝐄 𝐂𝐇𝐄𝐒𝐓-

It’s a warm day, and Ari decides to take Dodger for a walk while wearing a buckle baby carrier against his bare chest as he hears skin-to-skin is good for his newborn. Many women tend to stare, and some try to start a conversation by either trying to pat his dog or touch his baby while smiling. Usually, before they can, he snaps and tells them to fuck off as he doesn’t like strangers touching or being near his family.

-𝐆𝐎𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐓𝐎 𝐏𝐈𝐂𝐍𝐈𝐂 𝐀𝐅𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐖𝐀𝐑𝐃𝐒- 

After the long walk with Dodger and getting enough time with his child, he makes his way to the agreed spot for the weekly picnic. He loves to have them as they make you extremely happy, and it’s one of those times he can appreciate you in one of the sundresses he spoils you with. You all have a feast while enjoying nature, photos are taken with a polaroid camera, and many memories are made there.

-𝐏𝐋𝐀𝐘𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐖𝐈𝐓𝐇 𝐍𝐄𝐖𝐁𝐎𝐑𝐍 𝐀𝐍𝐃 𝐃𝐎𝐃𝐆𝐄𝐑-

On days off, you all go to the playroom, outside or the lounge room and sometimes your baby is in the mood to play, and they love it when you all get down and pretend with them, especially when Dodger comes and licks their face, coming around and playing all the games you are.

-𝐖𝐀𝐓𝐂𝐇𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐍𝐄𝐖 𝐌𝐎𝐕𝐈𝐄𝐒/𝐒𝐄𝐑𝐈𝐄𝐒 𝐓𝐎𝐆𝐄𝐓𝐇𝐄𝐑-

You and Ari set a movie night, mainly so you don’t watch something without the other. You grab the snacks and set up a table, grabbing all the blankets and pillows. Snuggling up on the couch, wearing your pyjamas and ensuring you and everyone are comfortable. Sometimes Ari builds a fort, and it makes your kids happy, they invite you guys in but not without your fake money, and you all watch the newest Disney.

-𝐒𝐄𝐋𝐅𝐂𝐀𝐑𝐄 𝐓𝐎𝐆𝐄𝐓𝐇𝐄𝐑-

Well, Ari was the one who got you into self-care. You only used to do a small amount, sometimes too lazy to do anything, but Ari decided he wanted to do what he saw others doing, saying it looked cute and made you both closer. He enjoys applying everything on you, you repay him by doing the same with him, and he’s even bought baby/child safe self-care products, even something for Dodger, so he doesn’t feel left out. 

You both do all the other self-care things he’s seen, and it’s become one of your favourite things to do together.

-𝐒𝐓𝐀𝐑𝐓𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐅𝐈𝐑𝐄𝐏𝐋𝐀𝐂𝐄-

This is Ari’s task, and he enjoys doing it. The warmth entering his body when he does and watching his family also feel that warmth. He likes to go out and cut for the wood, come back and light it, and it’s become a sort of enjoyment.

-𝐁𝐎𝐓𝐇 𝐃𝐎𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐁𝐀𝐁𝐘𝐒 𝐍𝐈𝐆𝐇𝐓 𝐑𝐎𝐔𝐓𝐈𝐍𝐄, 𝐏𝐑𝐄𝐏𝐀𝐑𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐓𝐇𝐄𝐌 𝐅𝐎𝐑 𝐁𝐄𝐃-

You and Ari take turns reading your kids a bedtime story and making funny impressions and voices for the characters. You both make sure their nightlight is plugged in and on. You’ll check under the bed and in the closet for the pretend monsters they see, but always tell them that while mummy and daddy are around, no monster could get them. You’ll help them take a bath, wash their hair with the best-smelling shampoo and conditioner, helping them brush their teeth and warm some milk for them as it helps them sleep. 

You and Ari came up with an idea of placing nightlight footprints on the floor if they need to use the potty and want to feel like a big kid for once. 

-𝐂𝐔𝐃𝐃𝐋𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐈𝐍 𝐄𝐀𝐂𝐇 𝐎𝐓𝐇𝐄𝐑'𝐒 𝐀𝐑𝐌𝐒 𝐖𝐈𝐓𝐇 𝐁𝐋𝐀𝐍𝐊𝐄𝐓𝐒 𝐖𝐑𝐀𝐏𝐏𝐄𝐃 𝐀𝐑𝐎𝐔𝐍𝐃 𝐘𝐎𝐔 𝐁𝐎𝐓𝐇 𝐀𝐍𝐃 𝐓𝐀𝐋𝐊𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐕𝐄𝐑𝐘 𝐋𝐎𝐕𝐈𝐍𝐆𝐋𝐘 𝐓𝐎 𝐄𝐀𝐂𝐇 𝐎𝐓𝐇𝐄𝐑 𝐈𝐍 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐌𝐎𝐎𝐍𝐋𝐈𝐆𝐇𝐓-

This one is big, and sometimes when the kids have gone to bed, and you and Ari haven’t had your weekly date night, you make this your date night. You pack a small basket full of savoury and sweet foods and some wine that you save for these exact nights. 

When the moon is full, you and Ari head outside, your backyard big enough to feel like you aren’t home. Ari finds the perfect spot before setting down blankets and pillows, a small light in the middle of you, chatting away, sharing laughs and eating while looking up at the stars. When the food is gone and your stomachs are full, you both wrap yourselves in each other's arms and whisper sweet nothings. You would look into each other’s eyes and just tell each other how much you love them.

Being so thankful and happy that they chose you and gave you such a wonderful life and the most adorable kids anyone could ask for, and the best dog in the world. 

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Warnings: Rough sex, rude and horny interns, Izuku’s praise kink.

Credits to @cafekitsune for the divider!

I’ve been thinking about this for a while and it’s been plaguing my mind ever since.

Just imagine:

After a long day at the agency, Izuku just wants to go home and unwind with you. Cuddling as you both lay on the couch, scarred arms wrapped around you as you lay on his chest watching some cheesy rom-com that you’ve seen over a thousand times.

Just as he was about to leave his office to go find you, he heard a few of the younger interns walking down the hallway talking rather loudly.

“She’s a total package. She’s smart, hot, and has a nice rack.”

“And that ass? Who wouldn’t want to grab at it?”

“Not to mention her hero suit, it’s like she’s asking to be fucked.”

“I’d hit that.”

And that’s when he knew. They were talking about you. To be fair, your hero suit did show a little too much skin. More than what Izuku would’ve liked but he understands why. You wanted to look confident in what you wore, not to mention your quirk required having some skin shown.

But the anger and jealousy he felt wasn’t soothed by that. They talked about you as if you were an object to their sick horny fantasy, a piece of cunt to use to get off to. You were his, his fiancée.

—

“F-fu..ck! Izu!”

You moaned out, face smooshed against the pillow as you felt the thick girth of his cock pounding into your already abused pussy from behind, his tip hitting your cervix relentlessly.

“That’s it baby,” he groaned out, his large hand smacking the already red flesh of your bottom that pulled a yelp from you. “Such a good girl for me.”

His body was on top of yours, one arm wrapped around your middle while the other played with your clit. His lips placing gentle kisses against your neck while the touch of the calloused pads of his fingers circled ‘round your needy bud.

“That’s it princess..doing so well for me. No one can fuck this pussy better than I can, right?”

All you could do was give a nod as an answer, your whines and moans being the only sounds you could make at the moment as he fucked you.

You secretly loved seeing him like this, seeing how the large green haired man could easily turn from the softy he is to a beast in the sheets.

18+ hoes

Eddie’s hand is clamped down on your mouth firmly as he pounds into your soaked pussy. Not only is Uncle Wayne home but his entire college D&D party is seated outside in the small living room waiting for Eddie to join them.

Eddie knew they were coming but he couldn’t stop. Not once the two of you had started. What was supposed to be a quickie before his campaign night was now coming up on an hour.

Your moans are muffled by his large hand as you struggle to keep your eyes open. You want to watch him. You love seeing his face as he loses himself completely. Fucking into you like an animal. His brown eyes half lidded, drunken mumbles of praise falling from his lips, the sound of your slick coating his cock every time he enters you.

“So fuckin good. Feels so fuckin good.” he murmurs, slowing down his thrusts. He looks down, watching as he pulls his long cock out, glistening with your cum. He pulls out almost completely before slamming back into you with a force so rough you scream into his hand.

Eddie chuckles darkly as nothing but a squeak escapes through his fingers. “Gotta be quiet, princess. We’ve got company.” he teases cruelly before he’s back at it. Shoving his cock deep inside, making your eyes roll. He loves every second of making you lose your mind beneath him.

You struggle to speak, mumbling a single word against his palm multiple times before he finally removes his hand.

“Harder.” you finally breathe out and Eddie’s eyes darken as a beautiful smirk appears on his lips.

“I fucking love you.” he moans before fucking into you with every ounce of strength he has.

Sugu’s so mean, his hips fucking into you relentlessly all while you cry n pull at the bedsheets. You cry n cry for release, but all he replies with is “hold it, baby,”

Usually, he prefers you finishing first, but after you’ve been actin like a brat all day, he jus can’t let that slide!

“Daddy first, sweetheart,” Suguru grunts after the tenth time you’ve begged to cum. You’re clenching around him so tight, your legs wrapped around his waist while he drills his cock into your poor cunny <3

“But I said ‘m sorry!” You huff, acting dramatic and bratty again, acting just like how you were earlier which doesn’t please Suguru.

“Uh-uh, no more crying,” Suguru groans and pinches your puffy clit between two fingers. “Keep actin like that and you won’t get to cum at all.” And of course, you don’t want that! So you roll your eyes and keep your mouth shut, taking everything your generous boyfriend gives you. “Attagirl,” He praises proudly, pressing a kiss to your forehead.

Suguru’s hips are so mean, pushing you to release but he just won’t let you!

“Daddy first, got it?” Suguru throws his head back, his hip thrusts getting sloppy. “Gna cum, princess, take it all, okay? If you wanna misbehave, we’ll just do it all again.” And you nod in response, not wanting to upset your dear Sugu any more than you already have.

College Boy!Sukuna accidentally knocking you up

A while ago, I saw a post that asked which of our faves accidentally knocks us up, and I answered it with "CollegeBoy!Sukuna." So here is the fic about that ;)

Modern!Sukuna x Reader (female). Fluff. College AU. Light angst with a happy end. 2k words. Pregnancy, mentions of Sukuna smoking a cigarette. All characters are of age. Minors don't interact. Divider@/plutism + dollsciples

"Damn, princess, how long does that shitty thing need?"

Sukuna has dropped his usual act of aloofness. For once, there is no teasing comment coming out of his mouth, no arrogant smirk, no flirty wink, and no charming look out of those beautiful maroon eyes. Your usually so arrogant and tough bad boy is scared shitless.

For the last few minutes, he has been playing with his tongue-piercing continuously, driving you almost insane with the constant noise of the metal barbell connecting with Sukuna's teeth. But you can't blame him. You are even more nervous than Sukuna.

You lean closer to the old couch table again, looking at the pregnancy test that's lying there, and your stomach twists painfully. There's a change now. A second line has appeared on the little test strip. You feel your heart drop.

The alarm on your phone goes off right at that moment, making you jump as you grab the test with shaky fingers. Holding the sheet with the instructions in the other hand, you read them feverishly as if you haven't already learned them by heart. As if you don't already know what the two lines mean!

Sukuna leans across the table, too,

"What does it say?"

But you only hear his voice muffled as if you are underwater. You stare at the two lines on the pregnancy test, feeling your head spin. Sukuna's large hand darts out and wraps around your trembling wrist, pulling your hand and the test towards him while repeating his question more urgently this time.

But you can't say anything and just throw the test in Sukuna's lap. He grabs it and stares at it, his maroon eyes going wide as comprehension dawns on his beautiful, tattooed face.

"Fuck."

That's all he says, and then he looks at you with wide eyes, shock and fear written all over his face. He looks younger somehow, like a scared little boy. His lips open, but no words come out. He closes them again and gulps hard.

And then Sukuna gets up from the couch and practically bolts from the small living room, walking so fast that he has reached the apartment door before you even realize what he's doing.

His large hand is already on the door handle, pushing it open when your mind finally catches up with what is going on, and you feel like tumbling into darkness.

Sukuna is going to run, isn't he? Of course, he's going to leave! Of course, a guy like him is only interested in having fun but no responsibility! Of course, he will always stay the bad boy who just likes to party and fuck and do whatever the hell he wants! And a pregnant girlfriend is the last thing he needs!

Your hands ball into fists. You're about to scream at him or cry or break down.

But before you can do any of that, Sukuna stops in the doorway.

He is standing there with his back to you, so tall that his hair is almost brushing against the doorframe. You watch him fumble ungracefully with his cigarettes in a way that is completely untypical for him, nearly dropping the pack and needing several tries to light a cigarette before he brings it to his lips with a shaky hand and takes a deep drag.

You let out a slow breath, slumping back against the couch.

He didn't leave.

Sukuna turns his head slowly to look at you over his broad shoulder. Suddenly, his eyes widen, and he bangs the door shut and quickly strides back to the small living area, bending down to hastily stub his cigarette out in the ashtray on the couch table.

"Shit, I forgot that I shouldn't smoke when you are...," he stops mid-sentence, and his eyes wander to your belly, "when you are... ah fuck..."

Sukuna runs a trembling, tattooed hand through his pink hair. You both stare at each other for a long moment, both unable to say the words out loud. But your mind screams them at you:

Pregnant. You are pregnant with Sukuna's baby!

You have no idea how it even happened. Were Sukuna and you not careful enough? Maybe too horny and too drunk after one of the various parties you went to? Did a condom rip, and you didn't realize it? Maybe if it was any other month, things would have gone differently, but you had exams and were in a constant state of stress. You simply didn't have the mind to worry about anything else but studying and then fucking like bunnies for stress relief!

You feel so stupid. You were always so sure that something like this would never happen to you. An accidental pregnancy was something that only happened to those girls in those trashy reality TV shows!

Well, now look at you.

Pregnant from your college sweetheart, the bad boy with the face tattoos. The guy you are head over heels in love with but who you didn't even dare bring home to your parents yet because they took one look at a picture of the two of you, saw Sukuna's tattooed face and his pink hair, and deemed him a troublemaker who will only drag their sweet daughter into the gutter with him. And now he even managed to accidentally knock you up, and it will just be the cherry on top!

Finally, the tears spill over, and a sob escapes your trembling lips. Instinctively, you hug yourself, but your arms get pushed away just a second later, when Sukuna is pulling you to your feet and into his strong, tattooed arms, pulling you against him, holding you so tight you find it hard to breathe.

His lips press against your forehead, leaving little kisses and murmuring against your skin,

"I am sorry for almost running out that door like a fucking coward. I'm sorry, baby."

"It's ok, Kuna. You stopped and came back. That's what counts. But... I... I am so scared."

You sniffle and press yourself against Sukuna's tall, muscular body, seeking the comfort of his broad chest and his strong arms, which feel like home, letting your tears soak Sukuna's t-shirt that smells like him, like cigarette smoke and cherry blossoms and his typical sexy cologne.

Sukuna's arms tighten around you, and he makes a choked-up sound that you have never heard from him before. You feel him gulp hard, and then he speaks up in that low, velvety voice that sounds so much more serious than ever before,

"I promise I won't run. We're in this together. I got scared, too, because I am not the dad type of guy. I don't even have any idea how a dad is supposed to be because I've never had one. I mean, fuck! I am a mess! I don't even know what I want apart from living in the moment, having fun, being with you, and spending time with my brother. But you're my girl, and I'll be damned if I leave you alone with this! I won't run, princess, I promise."

You hear a strange noise, only to realize that it is coming from your own mouth, a strangled sob. You snuggle closer against Sukuna's chest, hiding your face in his t-shirt, clinging desperately to him, overwhelmed with the situation. But he is there for you. He rests his chin on top of your head and holds you, swaying you slightly from side to side.

His low voice is calm when he asks,

"Do you want to keep it?"

"I... I didn't even have the right mind to think about it yet."

Sukuna nods, and his arms tighten around you,

"It's ok. Take your time. If you want to get rid of it, then I will drive you to the hospital and take care of you afterward. And if you decide to have the baby... then I will be a dad. I never imagined myself with a kid, but this is different. This is our baby. And I know what it's like to grow up without parents. I don't want that for my child. My grandpa did a pretty good job with Yuuji and me before he became sick, but it's not the same as having a mom and a dad, I think. I won't let that happen to our kid."

You let out a shaky breath, feeling a huge weight leave your shoulders at Sukuna's reassurance. You can see things a bit clearer now. And maybe it's not as hopeless as you thought.

Technically, you are old enough to be a mom, and you could just pause your studies for a semester or two and then return to your classes. Of course, things won't be as carefree anymore, and you will have a huge responsibility. On top of that, you really have no idea what life with a baby will be like. But you know now that you won't be alone with it.

You will have the boy you love by your side. No, you correct yourself, not the boy you love, but the man you love. Because the way Sukuna reacted so maturely and responsibly showed you that he isn't a boy anymore. He is a man. Your man. And you are even beginning to be able to imagine him as a dad. He is doing a pretty decent job as Yuuji's brother, too, after all, isn't he? Sure, Yuuji is the same age as Sukuna, but Sukuna still always acts like the big brother. So protective and caring, in a grumpy way, but sweet nonetheless.

Suddenly, the thought of a miniature version of Sukuna running around doesn't seem so scary anymore. You catch yourself wondering what your baby would look like if you decide to have it. Will it have Sukuna's eyes?

You lift your head to look up at him, and Sukuna's gaze meets yours. He looks deeply into your eyes, almost making you nervous with how intense those beautiful maroon eyes look at you,

"If you want to keep it, I will make damn sure you and the kid have it good. I promise you, princess. I am not going to run like some loser. I will learn everything about taking care of a child and how to be a dad and get my shit together. I will even stop smoking. I just... I love you, and this will be our little family, and I will fucking protect it with my life! We will make this work. We can move in together. We can ask Yuuji to babysit, and I can take the little gremlin to classes with me. I had someone do that in my history class, you know? Had his ugly little brat in a baby carrier. I could do that, too. Only difference is that our baby will be super pretty, of course."

You chuckle softly despite the shock, a mix of a sob and a laugh, feeling lighter now that you know your boyfriend will be there for you.

"I love you too, Sukuna. Thank you."

"No need to thank me. We will get through this together, no matter what you decide."

You snuggle against Sukuna's tall, muscular body and smile shakily up at him, sure that your pupils must have transformed into little hearts from the way your chest feels as if it's overflowing with love for your boyfriend. Your arrogant, rude, bad boy of a boyfriend, who, deep down, is such a good guy for the people he loves.

You smile and get on your tiptoes to press a kiss to Sukuna's tattooed jaw, a tender lingering touch, before you tell him softly,

"Let's sleep over it for a night or two, and then we'll decide what to do. But either way, I want you to know that you sound like you would be an amazing dad. I guess having your baby would be quite nice."

You can see Sukuna's gaze soften, and then he smirks that attractive smirk at you and pulls you even closer against him, leaning down so his lips brush over yours when he says,

"Let's see if you will still say that when the little brat turns out to be anything like me. I wasn't an easy child."

And you laugh and reach up to ruffle Sukuna's pink hair affectionately, tangling your fingers in the soft, pink strands,

"Well, how lucky that I have you by my side to look after Sukuna Number 2 then."

You feel Sukuna grin against your lips, and then he kisses you, slow and tender, and you practically melt against him.

You are still nervous but not as scared anymore. Sukuna is right: You are going to do this together. No matter what, you have Sukuna by your side. And, even though he doesn't look like it, your bad boy is actually a good man.

And maybe your decision is already made because the mental image of Sukuna going to class with a baby carrier strapped to his broad chest just won't leave your mind anymore.

SIGHHHHHH I think I would want his baby 😭

Thank you so much for reading! I love the mess that CollegeBoy!Sukuna is. He is very dear to me 💗 I am so proud of him for being so mature about this!! A good man and a good soon-to-be daddy.

In my head, I was singing "Papa, don't preach" the whole time while writing this ;)

Comments and reblogs would be very sweet.