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3wishesgenie · 7 months

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stubborn - izuku x reader

cw: infidelity as a topic, escalating mind games, jealousy, tbh toxic behavior but it’s okay cuz uwu, fem!reader, smut (oral female receiving, use of the word ‘brat’, penetrative sex). 5.6k words. summary: izuku is as good at playing games as you are, or is he? a/n: a repost!

Izuku is far too placid when in the midst of an argument, you blurt out that you’re officially done with him.

In fact, there’s the ghost of a smile that flickers on his features, and you know that smile. It’s the same smile he gives you when he teases you, especially when he’s balls deep inside you and you’re whining about how little more you can take while he coos and reminds you that you can give him just a little more room, the same way you’ve done many times before, right?

It’s the smile that signals that he is in no way taking you seriously, that he knows you are completely and utterly wrapped. Your teeth clench and so do your fists.

“Midoriya.”

His eyebrows raise. From his vantage point, you look as cute as usual, eyebrows knit together and lips twisted into a snarl. It reminds him somewhat of an angry prey animal, he thinks, and he’s resisting the urge to pat you on the head.

“Yes, baby?”

He makes the mistake of widening his grin as he says this and defeated, you let out a cry of frustration, blood rushing to your ears and heart thumping as you rush out of the living room. There’s a loud slam that sounds once you’ve reached the bedroom and the hero is left alone to consider his actions.

Izuku tolerates a lot from you, he thinks. It doesn’t mean he thinks he’s always right and does manage to begrudgingly accept his shortcomings, but the jealousy, the mood swings, and the neediness can sometimes get to him, even if they’re flaws you wear cutely. Giving you a moment to simmer down and letting the argument replay in his head, he lets out a sigh and settles on the couch to take off his boots. If you were out here, you’d complain about getting his sweaty suit off your furniture, but you’re not here, are you?

Izuku doesn’t think too much of the situation until he’s fully showered and knocks on the door to change into comfortable pajamas, only to find that the door is unlocked, you are laying on your stomach with your feet kicking, positively giddy, and in deep focus on your phone. Thinking that the argument has dissipated - you’re never mad at him for more than a couple hours anyway - he lets himself approach and decides against laying his entire weight on top of you, instead choosing to lay behind you, eyes on your form. You’re pretending you don’t even notice him.

“What’s got you giggling so much?” He finally asks, curiously turning to the side and resting his head on your shoulder. You don’t move sharply, instead allowing yourself to support the weight.

“I’m finding my replacement.”

He holds in a sigh that nearly rattles his bones.

“You can’t be serious.”

At that, you turn immediately, eyes wide, classic crazy look in your eyes. He purses his lips.

You are definitely serious.

Before he can even begin to reason you, you excitedly show your phone to him, scrolling through a list of matches you’ve already procured for him, despite the fact that you could not possibly have been working on this for more than an hour.

“You’re quite popular, Mr. Number One Hero!” you chirp.

He rolls onto his back and grabs a pillow and screams lightly into it for a moment, before turning back to face you calmly.

“Please delete this.”

“Why? I have three dates lined up for you over the next two weeks.” You pout. “You wouldn’t want to disappoint these lovely women, would you, Mr. Midoriya?”

There’s a nervous tick in his jaw at the polite appellation but he can see the glint in your eyes. Two can play this game.

“You’re right, and I trust you, darling,” he says, lips curling into a teasing grin. He rolls over onto his belly, pulling off the small towel that wraps around his waist and tosses it to the side, a motion that engages the muscles of his back just enough that you can pretend you don’t see them ripple. You try not to look at his ass because you’re angry. You are so, so angry.

“Give me the schedule and I’ll go. I don’t think they’ll manage to be as lovely as you, but I’ll try my best.” His green eyes twinkle as he watches you not look, then places a hand on the small of your back, and the contact almost shocks through your spine.

You get up immediately and leave the room, ignoring his low chuckle as you hide the warmth blooming in your face.

—

Midoriya cannot believe he’s actually seated at a mom and pop restaurant at the end of the week with a woman he’s never met in his entire life. You had actually called his bluff at calling your bluff, and had even gone so far as to lay out his clothes in the morning and adjust the collar of his shirt.

“Can we not do this?” He had asked right before leaving the house. You’d simply smiled sweetly, venomously.

“Real love awaits, sir!” You flashed him a thumbs up and the genuine way in which your teeth gleamed almost struck fear in his heart. “Go get ‘em, tiger!”

His entire way to the location, he had been considering what manner of trap this was. Would there be cameras? Kirishima, who was like an older brother to you waiting to beat his ass (even though he wasn’t completely sure what he did wrong and arguably may have done nothing wrong aside from being extraordinarily busy for the past two weeks)?

But alas, rather than a trap, or you in a different outfit, there was an admittedly beautiful young woman who smiled shyly back at him as he took his seat.

The first thing he does is tell the truth.

“Hi, um, yeah so…” he scratches his head. “Let me explain a couple things first before there’s any misunderstanding…”

His voice trails off as he notices the slight distress in her features, but decides it’s better to hurt her feelings now than later.

“I was not the one managing my Tinder profile. Whatever may have been said to you was not said by me and-”

She nods emphatically and he stops. “Wait, you know what I’m about to say?”

“Yeah, your profile says it’s managed by your ex-girlfriend and we chatted a bit through messages.”

There’s a little bit of heat that reaches his ears, not pleasant heat at all, but mild irritation. He presses his lips together as she continues.

“She said something about wanting to make sure she set you up with someone better than her since you won’t accept your breakup.”

Izuku’s eye twitches but he smiles peacefully and takes a sip of his coffee.

“She said you were a very sweet guy though so I’m assuming you’re on good terms?” The young lady laughs coyly, a hand covering her mouth as she does. Coquettish, he thinks, then he remembers how you literally said you’d set him up with someone cute and coquettish and his heart starts to race.

“We’re on excellent terms,” he says finally, breathing through his nose, then takes a look at the menu.

She giggles a bit and it annoys him because none of this is funny. Not for a second.

“She chose really good pictures,” the woman says softly, who Izuku recalls from the schedule you had the nerve to send him is named Sachiko, reaching for her glass of water. Izuku mirrors the action because his throat is suddenly terribly dry.

He clears his throat. You’ve gone too far.

“What would you like to order?” Izuku asks in his most charming voice.

—

“You didn’t take her home?” You ask, voice dripping of malice, curled up into the bedsheets of your California King. He considers shooting you a dirty look but he doesn’t; rather he strips painfully slowly and again you avert your eyes. This time he doesn’t laugh at your ridiculous attempt to pretend you don’t find him attractive, and instead, he stands stark naked in his underwear, arms crossed and feet squared as though you are an actual adversary. Maybe you enjoy being the villain in his story for once.

You look up from your book, noticing his stillness in your peripheral vision. He looks good when he’s angry, you think, his face twisted into a scowl and breathing a little heavier than usual. You watch the rise and fall of his chest, then bid him to speak.

“What?”

He shakes his head, like he can’t believe he’s really saying what he has to say next.

“First of all, I don’t fuck on the first date.” You tilt your head ever so slightly with a mock inquisitive look that bids him to go on.

“Don’t look at me like that, if I did, we absolutely would have,” he replies flippantly. You pretend to disregard that sentence. Then it hits you. We, as in you and him or we as in, he and her?

“Second of all, you’re going to regret this. Good night,” he insists before finding his way beside you in bed. You dramatically scoot over to the very edge of the bed, but he’s annoyed enough that his back is turned to you.

Good, you think, and turn the page in your book. The plot thickens deliciously.

—

Izuku doesn’t bother explaining himself on the date the following week. Rather, he treats it like a business meeting and speaks politely, diverting any flirty comments to other topics. He wishes you hadn’t picked such an expensive restaurant but the truth was, the food was good enough to match the price.

The woman today is not Sachiko - while Sachiko was petite and sold the moe angle quite well, Natsumi was a bit more direct and businesslike. Still, not quite like you and frankly a little bit too talkative. According to you, who were having the time of your life swiping right and left with his likeness, Sachiko had wanted a second date, but any time you broached the subject, he simply refused to respond and you, despite all of your ability to push buttons know when to stop. Now faced with Natsumi who was giving him his life story and testing his patience while he was trying to get through his Hamburg steak, he realized Sachiko might have been better.

“So why did you and your ex break up?”

Izuku swallowed another piece of meat quickly.

“We did not.”

Natsumi gave him a quizzical look.

“So why are you on a date with me?”

“To indulge her.”

Natsumi leans back in her chair then picks at her fingernails.

“Wow, you really are in denial, like she said.”

In Izuku’s eyes, this date is even more over than it was when it began.

When he comes home this time, you are talking and laughing animatedly on the phone to your mother as you cook a late dinner for yourself and rather than interrupt your conversation, he slips past you and puts the entrée he’d gotten for you in the front of the fridge.

You give him a glance then look away. Your mouth twists to the side, now that you realize you’re testing more than a little of his patience.

When you finally hang up the phone and put away your hot food to reheat the one he’s brought back for you, you ask in a small voice:

“Did you enjoy the food?”

He’s staring at the TV, looking without looking, and you can see that muscle in his jaw again tense before he turns to face you.

“It was delicious.”

You poke at the plate in front of you and concur. The food really is heavenly. Maybe you should pull back. It’s very clear that this man has no intention on breaking up with you and you can’t even remember what you were even mad about. There’s still a date left but canceling it with a 5 days notice isn’t the worst thing you can do. Your boyfriend has clearly learned his lesson, you think.

Then he says,

“Hey, can you arrange a second date for Sachiko? I’d like to see her again.”

And then rage consumes you again.

“Of course,” you say sweetly.

—

“I didn’t think I’d see you again!” Sachiko exclaims. Izuku had watched her run towards him, beaming smile accentuated by the bright winter sun’s rays reflected by the snow. Her cheeks are red and she looks as though she is blowing smoke, huffing and puffing as she catches her breath. She’s dressed for the weather, and so is he, and he notices the thick gloves that she’s wearing. His own hands are bare.

An ice skating date.

You must actually be prepared to lose him at this point.

Sachiko grins widely and Izuku, looking down at her again now that she is right next to him, realizes she really is cute. Not cuter than you, he wouldn’t go that far, but cute enough.

She doesn’t know how to ice skate and stays very close, and Izuku lets her cling onto his sleeve, then eventually hold his hand.

—

Play stupid games, win stupid prizes.

The phrase ran through your head over and over again, and had been the first thing you thought of when you reread her message for the third, the fourth, and the fifth time.

Hi, I hope this isn’t weird but I just wanted to thank you.

(I hope it’s not you, Izuku, ‘cause that would be awkward! 😊)

I wanted to let you know that it must be hard to give up your partner, especially when they seem so nice! But I’m grateful. We’ll be texting privately from now on!

Maybe we can be friends someday? I’d like to meet you in person too!

You swallow hard for a moment, reading the message again and again and again.

Texting privately. The familiar use of his name. It was two dates only. Why was she so confident? Why was she thanking you?

You found yourself thumbing through her profile again, really scrutinizing her again, taking particular care to commit her soft features to memory and the warm demeanor you could see through her many photos.

You swallowed hard again.

Did you mess up? Did you finally push too hard?

The sound of the door opening suddenly startled you enough that you ended up dropping your phone in the bowl of the bathroom sink. Izuku, appearing behind you suddenly as he turned into the bathroom to check looked you up once up and down and muttered a soft greeting.

“You okay?”

Maybe you were imagining it, but the timbre of his voice was less Izuku and more Deku, the Hero, who asked everyone if they were okay. Who belonged to everyone. Or maybe really not everyone, just not you.

Despite your throat feeling as though it would close up, you nod. He says nothing more and suddenly you wish you could take it all back.

—

Two weeks have passed since your declaration of singlehood akin to a declaration of war, and just a few days since Sachiko thanked you for handing over the love of your life on a platter. Unwilling to admit that you regret your game, you resort to not speaking to him at all - at least not more than to reply to his good morning or his good night. You can feel him shift gently in the middle of the night, sometimes to face you, and you wonder if he’ll put his arm around your waist and nuzzle his chin in the crook of your shoulder, but he stops short and you’re left wanting, regretting. Now you start to make arrangements. Where will you go once you officially break up rather than theoretically? This is his apartment after all. Should you tell your mother so she’s not surprised when you turn up at her doorstep and she can’t call him her future son-in-law?

You’re not sure what your endgame was, but whatever this is, you don’t like it.

So you do what you do best. Make do with what is presented to you.

Izuku doesn’t say a word once he leaves your home just before noon, leaving you to quietly attend to work-related affairs as you type on your computer. From the calendar on the refrigerator, you’re reminded he has a midday shift 12-10pm, but still a part of you wonders if he’ll sneak off at any point to meet Sachiko. Why wouldn’t he? You’re broken up after all.

Sachiko is so cute you would date her if you had the chance. You really did choose far too well.

You can’t focus on work anymore, you decide after staring at a blank screen for the next hour. Your head is pounding and your throat, although it no longer wants to close up, is dry and water isn’t fixing it. There’s a crick in your neck and a tenseness in your shoulders that Izuku would have massaged out for you if you weren’t locked in battle for days on end.

So you make a profile for yourself. Is it desperation for validation now that suddenly all your inadequacies are brought to light or fear of losing? Whatever it is, you are very lucky, because you’ve arranged a date for just a few hours from now.

You cannot, will not, spend the night in an empty house.

—

Izuku’s hands are fidgety, enough that his patrol partner notices the incessant tapping of his foot and the repeated running of his hands through his hair.

“You okay there, man?”

“Yeah.”

It’s not like he can say No, actually, my girlfriend’s phone is unreachable and I can’t tell if it’s because she’s mad at me or because something actually happened to her, but if I’m wrong about danger, it will only make our already terrible relationship worse.

His partner tonight is a non-UA alum who is new to the city and initially came in excited to work with the great Midoriya only to run into someone whose naturally charismatic Hero smile now carries an undercurrent of moderate unease. The two however continue to roam the district in a predetermined path, making sure to detect any suspicious activity as it may come up. This particular area is known for its elevated nightlife and particularly rich patrons. There’s a Michelin 3-star restaurant whose reservations are hotly contested that he spots along his path as he walks, and he remembers he’d considered it among others for your eventual engagement, if you ever made it there at this point.

The fact that Sachiko has texted him three times today grates on his nerves and he wishes he had never given her his number, even though he continues to reply politely. He looks down to mute the text thread, and as he looks up, he sees you.

And his blood runs cold.

—

You can’t remember the last time you’ve been on a first date. You do remember that you’re supposed to feel somewhat jittery - you remember being this way when you first went on a date with your soon-to-be ex - but your nerves aren’t firing in all directions in a pleasant, pure sort of way.

What exactly are you trying to prove? You wonder as you stride carefully, one heeled step before the other on the cobbled street, a handsome stranger by your side. You march unevenly, and you can tell he wants to reach over and help you, but your body is sufficiently frigid that he keeps a polite distance away.

Until you accidentally trip and he steadies you with a gentle grip of the hand.

“Hold on to me,” he asks. Yoshi’s smile is pleasant and reassuring, a little like Izuku. He’s not as tall and not as broad, but he’s pleasant to look at.

“Thank you,” you say, gingerly allowing your hand to settle on his outstretched elbow. It doesn’t feel right but you tell yourself it’s natural to feel that way, considering you only started talking this afternoon.

Yoshi isn’t a complete stranger though - you learn he works in another division at your company and you have mutual friends. It had just turned out that he had gotten stood up for his intended date today despite having had reservations for a month, so you might as well have taken the opportunity to go to such an exclusive eatery.

“I forgot to tell you you looked breathtaking,” he says once you’ve moved closer to him, and you can’t help but to smile first, then feel disgusted that you’re letting another man compliment you.

“You look quite nice yourself,” you reply nevertheless.

The queue to the entrance is several couples and groups long despite your reservation so you check in first before heading over to a waiting area until you get called.

You do get called from behind before you even get to sit, but it’s not by the restaurant.

“Fancy seeing you here!”

You freeze. Of course. What did you think would happen?

There are two things that run through your head. Either you can pretend you didn’t hear his voice and keep walking, and you know damn well he would not allow himself to be ignored or you could turn and risk a very public argument or-

He chooses for you.

Izuku is in front of the two of you now, grinning far too wide, far too poisonously. For once your heart is actually racing, and you remember that despite how soft he’s been with you, he’s actually quite large and obviously strong and the fact that he’s barely concealing the fact that he’s genuinely upset at you as he looks you up and down, fists clenched by his side and knuckles white as chalk, means that he could be unpredictable.

“It’s a lovely night, isn’t it?” he says, with a tinny laugh. Your eyes widen as you look to him then to your date who looks genuinely confused as to why this Hero is unkindly interrupting his date out of the blue.

“Hey, um-”

Deku flashes a smile at you that doesn’t reach his eyes then looks back at Yoshi.

“The two of you look like a lovely couple! Are you waiting for this restaurant?” He says, pointing to the entrance. “It’s a great restaurant! I personally like one of their pasta dishes myself and had been meaning to take my girlfriend here for a while but we just haven’t gotten the chance to-”

Yoshi, bold enough that even you’re taken aback, has the nerve to take your wrist gently and pull you a little behind him - a move that is not lost on Izuku and your blood chills because Izuku finds himself holding back a chuckle.

“Can I help you?” Yoshi asks, clearly annoyed.

You start to move instinctively but Izuku’s placed a hand on Yoshi’s shoulder and proceeds to pat it. He leans in ever so slightly to clear the height difference between them, staring him directly in the eyes, and you hold your breath. It’s clearly a challenge and you pray that neither of them take the bait.

You can see Yoshi move to shrug the shoulder off but he’s forced into place and now the confusion on his features is even more intense. You can nearly cut the tension in the air with a knife but then you hear the other young man approaching.

It’s Izuku’s partner who has finally caught up, and the sound of Deku’s name being called from afar as he approaches seems to snap Izuku back into the reality of the situation. Some of the pounding in his temples clears and he tries not to look at you, patting your date on the shoulder.

“Stay safe out there and don’t stay out too late,” He offers. There’s still an edge to his voice and his hand and eyes linger but eventually he lets it trail off. The warning is for you specifically.

Your face is hot and you’re thoroughly embarrassed but that’s the least of your concerns right now. Your stomach twists into a knot.

Your table is called.

—

When you finally slip back into your apartment, it’s a couple minutes to midnight and you are Cinderella fleeing back home to where the magic wears off.

The lights are on and Izuku is staring holes into the front door as you come in - he almost startles you when you slip off your shoes and turn to find him sitting at the kitchen table, facing in your direction.

A small gasp leaves your throat.

He cocks his head to the side.

“What? Do I scare you?” His voice is somewhat gruff as though he’s waking up from sleep, low, and makes your heart pound.

You open your mouth, then close it. There’s not really much you can say at this point. You literally went on a date without his knowledge. You expected a fight when you came back, especially given how obviously angry he was just a couple of hours ago.

You push and you push and you push and you don’t really know why you’re pushing.

And then you remember why. Sachiko.

“No,” you reply, moving forward in bare feet on wooden flooring, and dropping off your apartment keys in a shared bowl on the counter. You purse your lips and try not to engage him but wonder how long he’s been waiting for you, hunched forward on his elbows, pressing his fingertips together. There’s an untouched glass of wine besides him, and he rarely drinks.

“How was your date?” he spits.

You stop for a moment, his tone sinking in, and you selectively hear anger instead of the pang of rejection. You whip around to face him, the metal on your purse strings making the action unnecessarily loud.

“It was great, actually! How’s Sachiko?!”

You didn’t mean to raise your voice but you did nevertheless.

“Who..,” he starts, but his eyes widen, seething. “You sent me on that date.”

“That doesn’t mean you can fuck her!”

Izuku lets out a groan but his scowl softens to a frown once he sees the tears in your eyes despite his still tightly clenched fists.

“I did not, first of all. I deleted her number hours ago. We literally never met after the dates YOU arranged. Meanwhile you’re prancing around, hanging off some random dude’s arm, and what am I supposed to do? Accept it? What the fuck do I look like to you,___?”

You don’t have a response to that. How easy can it be to tolerate your mood swings? You were never done with him. You don’t want to be done with him. Of course he laughed at you when you said it, because it was obviously not true.

But you just want to feel heard so badly sometimes.

There’s a bit of silence as the two of you stand across from each other, your tears streaming down your face.

“Come here,” Izuku murmurs.

“No,” you mutter. He sighs as he follows you into the bedroom you disappear to, and watches you carefully as you sit down on the edge of the bed. You’re clearly still unsettled, but by now he can tell that you are no longer angry but confused as to what to do next. What comes after this mess?

“Did you fuck him?” Izuku asks in a quiet voice.

“Obviously not,” you quip, crossing your arms not out of self-defense but for self-soothing.

“Did you kiss him?” His voice is tentative as though he dreads the answer. His palms open and he flexes his fingers but he crosses the distance towards you on the bed.

“No.”

He pauses again, then kneels down before you. There’s a hand that finds its way onto the side of your cheek tenderly, turning your face so that you face him, and him only.

“I’m done fighting with you,” he finally decides. “Open your legs.”

Your face twists into surprise, but he dives deep, pulling up the bottom of your dress to your waist. He plants several kisses on your thighs, then waits for you to part your legs for him - he’s not going to tell you twice - before pressing his nose on the wet spot forming on your panties.

He breathes in and the inhale of your scent runs through his whole body, enough that you shudder yourself.

“God, I’ve missed this,” he says and your face warms. His calloused hands grip firmly, but not roughly, on the skin of your legs and push you open even further to accommodate his broad shoulders - you lean back onto your elbows as he slips two fingers under the crotch, and tears them apart with a snap.

“‘Zuku!” You hiss. Those panties aren’t your best ones but you still liked them.

He doesn’t reply and rather hastily, penetrates you with his tongue, and you squeal his name again, relishing in the thick muscle exploring your folds and the harsh grasp of his fingertips as he keeps you still.

“B-baby… ah!”

He’s sharp and precise, because you’ve loved him long enough and he’s loved you long enough to know exactly what you need. You don’t tip but you careen over the pleasure of his tongue working your folds and your clit and your soft center, whining as pressure builds in your lower belly.

“S-stop, it’s…” your breath falters, “I d-don’t deserve…”

He stops briefly with a kiss, then looks up at you, mulling over the words he needs to say to this woman who causes him so much trouble.

He decides on the following:

“You’re right. You don’t deserve it, not right now, so I’m punishing you,” he finally teases. There’s a half grin on the slick covered lower half of his face and your eyes widen at the sight of his glistening skin. He lifts your ass gently and slaps it hard enough that your breath catches, the pain searing up and down your leg. You gasp, and he grabs a handful of your ass cheek, rubbing it to mull over the sensation.

“You’re a fucking brat, you know that?” He hisses. His body presses over you, pushing one of your bent legs against your chest as he continues to squeeze at the fat of your bottom. You nod and he kisses you.

“Simply awful.”

Another spank comes and you’re nearly blinded in pain and he dips down, biting at your lip.

“I indulge you far too much, don’t I?” His teeth tug gently and release, and then he motions for you to pull your arms up. You’re sure if you don’t hurry up, he’ll rip it to shreds.

The dress comes off and so does your breasts out of your bra and into his cupped hands. Sucking, biting at your nipples, leaving marks - it’s desperate and possessive and you wonder what would have happened if you had really taken Yoshi or whatever his name was seriously, and really pushed your Izuku to the brink.

“I’m s-sorry,” you choke out eventually through sighs and then sobs. Izuku rolls you onto him, clasping his arms around your waist as you straddle him, playing with your breasts as you roll against him. The rhythm is new and hasty, but some of the fundamentals are the same. You know his body and he knows yours. He sucks at your neck and you nip at his earlobes - your fingers twist into his curls and he pulls at your hair. Kiss after kiss after kiss.

“I’m sorry, too,” he murmurs into your neck. His strong arms still enclose you and you’re settled onto his cock. There’s a soft groan as he presses upwards into you and some of you collapses into him, but he rolls his hips as you cling to his chest and you’re in a rhythm yet again.

“You make me crazy but I’m sorry.”

You can only whimper something unintelligible back as you suck up every inch of him, even your walls clinging tightly and desperately to his body inside yours. Your fingers curl into fists, laying against his chest and he uses a hand to pull it before him and kiss your knuckles.

“I’m awful,” you moan, crying into his chest.

“I shouldn’t have teased you,” he insists.

He flips over and you find yourself under him, and he interlaces his fingers with yours above you. Green locks graze gently atop your forehead as he stares into your eyes.

“I love you,” you say first.

“I love you too,” Izuku replies. He stirs into you more, letting the pressure of his weight comfort you as he strokes deeply, then rises up on his elbows to pick up his pace.

“Promise you’ll never leave,” you beg him before he begins. His hands press onto yours and pin you down and he kisses at your belly, then up to your lips.

“You can’t get rid of me,” he laughs.

“Even when I’m shitty enough to try?”

He pauses, dips down to press his forehead against yours. His lips graze above yours again.

“Even when I’m angry enough to fight back, I won’t leave you.”

Reassured, you rock your hips against his and he takes it as an invitation to speed up. His strokes are fast and deep and tender - with every plunge you fall deeper in love with him, as does he. You push back but gently, resisting every strong movement with a clench of your thighs against him.

“You feel fucking amazing,” he insists, and you can his voice lowers. “Fucking amazing, baby, fucking-”

It’s his tell - he holds on to you desperately and you can feel yourself tense up as your coil snaps and sharp jets of cum spurt at your cervix, coating you thick and full. He shudders as he comes, heavy body shrouding you in a warm comfort.

He’s never leaving and neither are you.

No matter how many games you play.

#🪻recs #🪻izuku

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3wishesgenie · 7 months

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☆༉ — KATSUKI BAKUGOU. what’s one more?

about. now that your kids are all grown up, you’ve gotten to thinking about having another baby with bakugou again.

warnings. minors, blank and ageless blogs do not interact! nsfw, suggestive and smutty, fluffy, some dub-con, baby-trapping mention, breeding, unprotected sex mention, reader is a mother, bakugou is getting old hehe, they have three daughters lol, fem!reader, pro hero!bakugou.

i imagine that when your kids get a little older and start becoming more independent — your eldest in their final year of U.A, the middle starting U.A and the youngest still kicking in middle school….you catch a whiff of baby fever again.

it’s not even that everyone around you is having kids, most of theirs are well into their teenage years and giving your old friends trouble. it’s more that you miss the tiny pitter patter of feet throughout your house, the gummy giggles and scent of baby safe soap. oddly enough, you find yourself yearning for the late night feeds and the laughter shared over the inherent explosive bakugou diaper bombs.

speaking of your husband, you kind of hate how good he is with kids. he’s always treated your daughters like princesses, spoiling them rotten and raising their standards so that no possible crush could ever compare to the way their daddy treats them. but he’s so tender with the littler ones he visits as part of hero work, the tiny fans that ask him to sign his trading cards or their backpacks.

it’s adorable and still warms your heart to this day. to the point where you’re jumping bakugou’s bones every chance you get without actually telling him you want another one of his big headed babies. of course, he’s only a man and he’s not going to question why is wife of nearly two decades keeps presenting to him like a bitch in heat after lights out and the kids are asleep.

perhaps that’s why bakugou doesn’t question (on the one night where you have a child-free house) the way you toss away the condom, the way you take it raw and clench down on his cock like your life depends on it. why you squeal all high-pitched for him to fill you up with tears in your pretty eyes — how could he say no to you?

his pretty little wife, his lover, hot piece of ass to love and fuck to his hearts content.

what good, loving man isn’t going to cum in his wife when she begs and cries for it?

it’s not until your trained and doughy thighs lock around his slender waist to pull him into your frothing sex that bakugou realises. you’re doing this on purpose.

and by the time he does realise, he’s filling you up to the brim, sloppy white leaking out of you while you cum around him just like you always do — taking him so well, smiling up at him like you’re on top of the world.

“you fuckin’ leg locked me!” katsuki pants through amused laughter, collapsing on top of you with a sweaty and heaving chest.

“nuh-uh!” comes your quick reply, angling your hips up so that he slips deeper into you.

katsuki gets up soon after and disappears to the bathroom, not before prying your legs off of him — knowing full well he had the strength to do so earlier. if he really wanted to. “my own wife… you tried to fuckin’ baby trap me!”

“no i didn’t!” you pout defensively, brows furrowed and nose upturned. your expression only softens when your husband gives you a pointed look and moves to wipe the mess drying against your inner thighs. “okay…so what if i did?”

you loop your arms around his neck with a purr, toying with the silvery-blonde baby hairs on the back of katsuki’s neck and looking up at him with vixen eyes like you’re about to devour your prey. “we can not have another baby,” he tells you simply, kissing the crown of your head when you hiss at the sensitivity. “was i too rough?”

there’s a rasp to his voice, the kind that’s only prominent after hours of singing your praises in the bedroom. it makes you smile, close your eyes in content, and shake your head ‘no’. “why not?”

“havin’ a baby isn’t like gettin’ a puppy ‘nd you know that, sweetness,” bakugou hums quietly, soothing over the bruises he’d left on the soft handles on your waist. he thumbs at the stretch marks and tigers stripes, the very markings that show you were a mother to three of his beauties children. “we gotta focus on makin’ sure kasumi gets into a good agency, if not mine, and don’t get me started on the other two—“

“—but we could do it. right? i mean we’ve done it three times before. raised a baby, what’s one more?” you do your best to sound convincing while you sit up and cling to your man, pleading with those puppy dog eyes that got you knocked up the first time almost eighteen years ago. “don’t you want a little boy?”

“three girls are more than enough.” bakugou pushes your face away playfully, forcing you back into the sheets so he can lie on top of you. “we’re not as young—“ he starts, but back tracks after being on the receiving end of your heated glare. “i’m not as young as i was when we had our first. ‘n shit, my back hurts and my eyes are gettin’ bad, and our kids… they’re exhaustin’, babe.”

the both of you share a laugh. upon brushing a hand through his hair, katsuki trills happily at your affection. “you’re still a good dad. you’d be an even better to our next. even if you’re a little achey in the knees, old man.” though you’re teasing, you really do mean every word you say. raising your kids has been trial and error from the start, but bakugou’s been strong the entire way through — wanting nothing but the best for his family and always putting them first. “plus, the kids are with the kirishimas for an entire weekend, and you’re telling me you haven’t thought about fucking me raw again?”

“jesus woman, you’re gonna be the fuckin’ death of me, aren’t you?” katsuki twitches against your leg once again, crawling up your body to capture your lips in a hungry, syrupy kiss. “you’re right,” he groans against them, loving the feeling of your tongue on his. “fuck, you’re right. spread your legs, sweetness. wanna fill this pretty pussy with my cum.”

“yes daddy…” you mewl in reply while a winning grin tacks itself to your lips l face between uncoordinated kisses and surprised moans once your husband eases his throbbing cock back inside of your tight heat. mumbling something about how it feels like home.

needless to say, neither of you are surprised when the next pregnancy test you take is positive. now you just have to explain the baby supplies in your Amazon basket to your three teenage girls.

#🪻katsuki #🪻recs

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pro hero!Katsuki getting sent all sorts of stuff from panties to money and jewels, to paternity tests. and then, there's your letter. handwritten in cursive and faintly smelling of lilies. you just wanted to thank him for saving your garden while fighting a villain a week ago. it was your mothers and everything in it had been grown by the two of you. you even included a picture with a new sign nailed to the fence that said "saved by Dynamight" and the date. it was so stupidly adorable he goes around with a smile the next few weeks, your letter tucked into his back pocket.

#🪻katsuki #🪻recs

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3wishesgenie · 7 months

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Idk what that stalker post was about something possessed me to write it 😭

#🪻𝓉𝒽ℯ 𝒷𝓇𝒾𝒹ℯ.𝓈𝓅ℯ𝒶𝓀𝓈

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3wishesgenie · 8 months

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𝒾𝓃𝓈𝓅𝒾𝓇𝑒𝒹 𝒷𝓎 𝐸𝓂𝑜 𝐵𝑜𝓎 - 𝒜𝓎𝑒𝓈𝒽𝒶 𝐸𝓇𝑜𝓉𝒾𝒸𝒶

Emo!Boy that works at Hot Topic in your local mall who winks at you when you check out

Emo!Boy who text your girlfriend's about saying he's the hottest looking dead guy you've ever seen

Emo!Boy who you see at the nearest gas station while getting some late night snacks

Emo!Boy who plays My Chemical Romance while your in the back of his car eating chips

Emo!Boy that drops you home after showing you his favorite spot in the forest

Emo!Boy who you see at his job again the next day that invites you into the back of the store

Emo!Boy who you text your friends about bragging about the size that you just experienced in the back of hot topic

#mha smut #mha x reader #bnha x reader #bnha smut #eddie munson x reader #jungkook smut #jjk x reader #jjk smut #steve x reader #bakugou smut #eddie munson smut #steve harrington smut #gojo x reader #🪻insert #spencer reid

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3wishesgenie · 8 months

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Big Ego!Cowboy that's eager to start your little family to show them around the farm

Big Ego!Cowboy who after your first girl is born becomes the softest guy you've ever seen

Big Ego!Cowboy that you find outside with your daughter giving the horses a "Cutie Mark"

Big Ego!Cowboy who's excited for his son to be born to make him a Jr which you convince him not to

Big Ego!Cowboy who's found watching Babe with his son and daughter convincing them the animals outside have conversations

Big Ego!Cowboy that's thankful for the small family you gave to him over the years and shows your how much he is everyday

#mha smut #🪻insert #eddie munson smut #jjk x reader #bnha x reader #steve harrington x reader #eddie munson x reader #jungkook smut #bakugou smut #gojo x reader #mha x reader #bnha smut #x reader #jjk smut #steve x reader #steve harrington smut #spencer reid #spencer reid x reader #spencer reid smut

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Filling the Space | older bakugo x younger mom reader

Ever since your ex-boyfriend left you and your 5 year-old son years ago. You've been staying with your mother and balancing being a mother and a hero assistant. You've been working for Pro Hero Deku for the past 3 months, he's always been an easy and helpful boss. Today was a day he had a full schedule which usually leads to multiple pros coming to his agency for patrol hours. But today was a lucky day for you because school was canceled and your mom was out of town.

Warnings | Strangers to Lovers, Smut, Angst , Kinda Jerk Bakugo, hurt with no comfort

"Come on, grab your toys. It's almost time to go Roman" You say as you grab both of your jackets walking towards the kitchen. Grabbing your lunches, while washing your coffee mug.

“Mama, I’m almost ready. I’m just getting my Chargebolt Toy.”

“Alright-” You say back as you let out a shallow breath and go back to wash your mug. Just as soon as you put your lunches in your tote. You hear loud, fast footsteps coming down the stairs.

“Slow down” You yell out for him to hear. Assuming by the sounds of the footsteps you think he’s ignored you. You turn around as you hear him enter the kitchen seeing him with his Dynamite themed backpack that wouldn’t close all the way.

“Mama, I’m ready now” he says, smiling up at you.

“Ok Sunshine, How about arrange your bag a little better” you say, grabbing his bag from where he placed it on the floor and setting it on the counter while he climbed into the chair in front of you.

“Do you really need all of your heroes with you today?” you ask, smiling down at him.

“Maybe some of them could stay and protect Gram's house?” You ask, while he plays with his fingers in his lap.

“Yeah! We need someone to protect Gram’s” He beams while taking the Chargebolt and Cellophane figures out of his backpack. You take his bag and zip it while he rushes up to his room to put the figures back where they belong. You're grabbing all the bags and heading towards the door. When he comes racing back down the stairs to meet you at the door.

He grabs his jacket from the table by the front door to put it on. While you also slip yours on and grab your keys.

“Are you ready?” You ask, smiling down at his smaller form.

“Yep!” He exclaims to you as you're heading out the door.

The car ride consists of different loud, bubbly kids music and some heroic sounds from the backseat. As you pull in to your assigned parking spot you also see your boss coming in as well. Unbuckling yourself from your seat and grabbing your bags you see your son run around the car to your door jumping in place pointing towards your boss.

“Mama! Mama!” he exclaims. “It’s Deku!” he practically yells at you.

You smile down at him saying “Yes Sunshine, it’s him.” you say smiling from all the joy he’s showing.

“Could we go say hi?” He asks, but it was as if he had a summoning quirk because Deku was already making his way over to the two of you.

“Hello Y/n” Deku says. “Who’s this little guy you have with you today?” Deku asks.

“My name's Roman!” he yells before you could say anything. “You're my favorite hero, when I get older I wanna be just like you and defeat all the bad guys!” He continues before Deku could get another word out.

“You absolutely could, you know at your age I was also planning on being a hero and saving everyone with a smile like All Might!” Deku says back to the joyful kid in front of him.

Roman and Deku continue to talk each other’s heads off as they continue into the agency. With them following behind you continue onto your desk to find today’s schedule. Upon arrival you see that your coworkers have laid out candy for your son to enjoy.

It's when Deku and Roman have finally arrived at your desk that Roman realizes that there’s a load of candy there.

“Mama!” He says. “Could Deku and I have a lollipop?” He asks, giving his best puppy dog eyes.

“Sure” You respond to him handing him a lollipop in the process. “But-“ you continue on. “You’ll have to take a seat, we don't want any accidents.”

He sits down in the chair next to you while Deku grabs his own lollipop and says his goodbyes to continue on to his office.

For the next few hours it consists of seeing heroes coming in and out the door and watching your boss rush back-and-forth from your desk to his office and out the door.

Meanwhile, on the other hand, your son has been playing heroes, and chatting with your coworkers while also explaining which heroes are the best and what their quirks do.

You see your boss walk into the building as you turn around from putting your paperwork away.

“Hey Y/n” Deku says. “Would it be fine if I took this little guy out for a while?” he asks you.

“Sure, As long as it’s all right with Roman.” you reply. But as you’re talking, Roman is already packing his backpack again getting ready to leave.

“Really” he says. “Thanks Mama!” he exclaims, walking around the desk to stand beside Deku.

“I promise to be bright sunshine and be safe” he says while holding Deku’s hand.

“Thank you sunshine” you respond. Getting up from your seat to walk around your desk to give him a kiss on his forehead. To which he responds by giving you one on the cheek.

“We won’t be gone long, but we promise to have fun!” Deku says, turning to walk out of the door waving back at you. You also see Roman waving back to you as he walks out the door.

Once the two of them have left your turn to get back in your seat and start work again. After 10 minutes you look up because you hear someone walking to the door but to your surprise. It isn’t who you think it is. It’s “Wow, Pro Hero Dynamite, what are you doing here?” you hear your coworker ask. To which he scoffs out “I’m looking for the damn nerd he messed my damn patrol up.”

“Oh” your coworker responds. “He’s just left not too long ago but you can talk to Y/n she’s over his schedule” to which she points over to you. You look up to see Dynamite storming over to you.

“Is there something I could help you with?” you ask looking into his glaring crimson eyes.

“Yeah, you’re the one over the nerd’s schedule right? he asks. To which you nod in response.

“Well he fucked up my schedule and my assistant couldn’t fix it, so I came here.” he says.

“Alright, I can’t exactly change it from this computer so we’ll have to move to his office” you respond looking up at him and blushing. He keeps his same glare as he watches you get it from your chair and start walking. He watches the sway of your hips as you walk towards the elevator.

Once you get it, and you feel the sting of his eyes against your body. You’d never thought that one of the biggest heroes in Japan would be eyeing you up and down in an elevator but here you are.

You finally take a minute away from your thoughts to look towards him for your eyes to meet him for him to give you a smirk. Once the elevator reaches its floor he steps off before you, turning around to give you a mischievous look.

“Do you really want this?” he asks, eyeing you. In which you respond by shaking your head.

“Use your words pretty girl” he says looking deeply into your eyes.

“Yes” you respond in a sultry voice. Once he hears that he's taking your hand and leading you into an empty closet, his calloused hand resting on the small of your back. His steamy breath hits the back of your neck, and you bite your lip to hold back a whine. Every little thing he did, whether it be subconsciously or not, made your knees tremble.

The gorgeous pro hero that everyone either loved or longed to be , was now the one pushing you into a closet. You feel his strong arms land on either side of your body, pinning you to the wall. Hunger consumes him and he admires you in this position.

The way you look up at him innocently, the way you chest heaves with every breath, the way you press your thighs together as he gets closer- it all made him crazy. He hungerly kisses you, his rather soft lips pressed against yours. Without any notice, he slips his tongue into your mouth, eagerly taking dominance. This causes you to let out a small moan, which is all but ignored by the hero.

“Quiet, you don’t wanna lose your job, do you?” he says sternly, using one of his hands to gently hold your neck.

“S-sorry..” you mumble in reply, only to be met with another lusty kiss. He was passionate, that was for sure, but the feeling in your stomach said otherwise. He wasn’t passionate for you, was he? He was passionate for your body, and simply that. These thoughts rack your mind, causing you to zone out.

“You alright, y/n?” he asks, his voice a bit softer this time. You look up at him, seeing genuine concern in his eyes. “We can stop, if you’re not feeling up to it,” He adds, seeming concerned for you. This warms your heart, and the feelings of him not caring about you slowly fade away, just like he wanted.

Bakugo was a smart, good-looking man. He knew how to take what he wanted, and he knew how to get right to you. He knew all he had to do was show you a little bit of affection, unlike your ex. Just enough to keep you on the hook so he could get away with what he truly wanted to do.

“No, no I want to. Thank you for checking..” you reply with a soft smile, then leaning in to start kissing him again. He kisses you back, pure desire filling him. Your tongues swirl together rhythmically, your saliva mixing together as the two of you make out.

As you place your hands on his muscular chest, he brings his arms further down your body, gripping your thighs. This motion is an invitation for you to jump up and let him hold you, which you happily accept. Bakugo holds you up by your thighs, your back pressed against the wall. He starts hungrily kissing down your neck, like he had been starved for years.

You can’t help but let out a moan as he sucks your neck, definitely leaving a warm hickey. Your moan is followed by a smack to your face, his hand now cupping your mouth to keep you silent.

“What’d I say about noise control, beautiful?” He purrs, rubbing his thumb against your bottom lip, keeping his palm to your mouth to keep you quiet. Bakugo quickly goes back to kissing your neck, biting down on any area he deems as sensitive. You can’t help but let out beautiful noises, ones Bakugo notices and appreciates. He doesn’t find them attractive for any other reason then how easily you are to manipulate. He had you crumbling beneath him, begging for more of him just by calling you beautiful a few times.

God, you were perfect for him.

These thoughts make his excitement grow and grow, and you start to feel something hard pressed against your thigh. You cry a bit inside, knowing damn well this is gonna hurt, yet you couldn’t stop yourself from wanting that pain, the pain you know would be worth enduring for the pure pleasure. You roll your hips, causing his erection to press against your already moist underwear.

“S’fuckin wet already..” He groans as his grip on your thighs tightens, his kisses becoming harsher and sloppier. “You’re such a pretty little whore, aren’t you? Wanting me to fuck you in your boss’ office?”

His voice was so husky, the mix of degrading and praising making the heat between your thighs grow more and more.

“Please..” you whine, rolling your hips on his clothed cock a bit more. God, you couldn’t help how bad you wanted him. You didn’t even care you were in Deku’s agency, you needed Bakugo right now.

He slaps your thigh, not pleased by your half-assed begs. “Please what? Use your words, beautiful.”

“Fuck.. fuck me please..” You beg, your voice breathy and your eyes half-lidded. This sight was more than enough to completely rile Bakugo up, and the next thing you know he’s yanking your blouse off, kissing down your bare chest. His hand runs up to knead your breast through your bra, the other gripping the side of your neck. You bite your lip, trying desperately to keep quiet like he asked you to.

You grip his shoulders, rubbing his tense muscles as waves of pleasure run through you from the feeling of his kisses and his almost desperate kneads. You start grinding yourself on his throbbing erection, needing, craving a release down there. He grips your neck harder, not enough to choke you, but enough to receive a gasp from you in return. He slides his hand down from your chest to the hem of your skirt, pulling it up quickly.

He’s a busy man, afterall. Why should he waste any time?

The next thing you know, he’s flipping you around, pressing your face against the door and abusing your hole for his own pleasure. He can’t help but feel more powerful when hearing your moans, knowing that he’s the one making you feel this way.

You feel his cock twitching inside you, signaling that he’s about to release. You whine, your flushed cheek pressed against the cold wood of the closet door.. Your walls clench around him, earning a loud groan from him. His thrusts get harder, and the next thing you know, his load is filling you up. You meet your second release, your sweet juices running down your plump thigh. Bakugo rubs circles on your hips, taking heavy breaths to recover from the cardio.

Without another word, he’s putting his clothes back on, not even bothering to clean you up.

“Where.. Where are you going?” You ask in a soft, breathy voice as you stand up, his load running down your back as you grab a tissue to clean yourself up.

“I’ll call you later, beautiful.” He replies in an unamused tone, clearly not meaning the compliment at all. The moment he finishes putting his clothes back on, he exits the closet quietly.

Leaving you alone, just like everyone else.

#bnha bakugo katsuki #mha bakugou #bakugo x reader #bakugo smut #mha x reader #mha smut #bnha x reader #bnha smut #🪻katsuki

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