Pregnancy
Hey, everyone! SA here with a mini head canon (sorry, I’m still getting used to all of these new terms so hopefully I’m using it right!) that I think you’ll like! This little series is called “Pregnancy” that will feature different pairings with the reader (fem!)! As always, please let me know what you think!
F!Reader x MHA; pronouns are “She/Her”; Quirkless (because I honestly couldn’t think of anything). Age: All characters are 18+ Warnings: Fluff, comfort, adult language, doctor mentions.
Izuku “Deku” Midoriya: 5 Weeks
The lump that had lodged itself into your throat refused to disappear no matter how much water you sipped while pacing the kitchen. Just a few more minutes and he would be home. Every second that ticked by felt like it was dragging by in slow motion as you took a moment to rest against the counter. How could you not have not noticed the signs? No, ridiculing yourself was not going to help in the slightest. A hand drug down your face, butterflies fluttering wildly in your stomach when finding it shaking, hastily wiping it on a spare towel when it came away with a light sheen of sweat. Glancing at the calendar you redid the math and when it still remained at the same answer that you’d come to earlier your gaze fell to the four tests that sat beside the sink hidden by some paper towels. You’d even booked an appointment at the doctor to make sure it was true when you had a suspicion earlier in the week.
And it was.
You were, indeed, with child.
That wasn’t your biggest concern though several others would argue against it: it was the soon-to-be-father.
This alone could end his hero career, the reputation that he’d built, not to mention the public image he had with being All Might’s successor. Brief panic filled you at the thought of being forced to get rid of it but protectiveness seized your heart like a mighty fist as your hand fell to rest on your stomach. He wasn’t that kind of person, you’ve grown to know him ever since meeting after his graduation from UA, but if that was the case then why were you so nervous to tell him that you were making yourself nauseous?
Keys lightly jingling from the hallway outside snapped you out of the train of thoughts, causing your heart to leap upwards into your throat.
“Hey, I’m home!” The bright smile that raised his lips, that glint in his emerald gemstone gaze, it was as if the sun itself had walked in as you gazed at him like a deer in a headlight. Despite the dirt that clung to his hero costume or the notorious villains that he dealt with, Izuku still managed to come home with that excited look as if you were the best part of his day. Something within you snapped the second your gazes had met when he paused when spotting you in the kitchen, the expression of joy at seeing you instantly becoming one of panic as with a sob you slid down to the cold tiled floor with the largest tears spilling down your cheeks that could rival the freckled hero’s. He was instantly beside you on his knees, hands quickly removing the gloves so that his bare scarred skin could touch your own as he cupped your face. “(Y/N)?!”
All you could do was hiccup his name, farther confusing him, until falling silent thanks to the soft press of your face against his firm chest. One hand began rubbing your back while the other pet the back of your head ensuring not to tangle your hair with careful strokes. It took a few minutes but you eventually pulled away to look up at him once the raging emotions within had calmed from the storm that they’d been caught up in. “S-hic-sorry, I didn’t mean to scare you like that,” you mumbled as he swiped the nearby dish towel to dab at your leaking eyes.
“I can tell you’ve been stressed lately so why don’t we take tomorrow off and do something fun together, yeah?” He said softly while helping you stand with a gentle hold on your biceps. “I know I’ve been working a lot lately and I’m sorry if you’ve felt neglected, I really didn’t mean to make you feel that way, but I’m going to make it up to you! There’s that new shop across town that you were talking about the other day! Let’s go check it out! Afterwards we could go to the gardens watch the ducks swim around in the ponds, its not supposed to get as hot tomorrow as it was today so it would be perfect and we have all those crackers that we can feed them. Once we come back I can make that dish you like so much. There’s still a bottle of that wine in the fridge that you love so we can open that up—”
The press of your fingertip against his lips halted his onslaught of words as momentary courage filled you; now was as good a time as any. “I’m pregnant.”
Silence fell as he blinked at you with eyes that steadily grew wider with each passing second.
Concern filled you when no words came from the silent hero. “Izuku?” It was as the tears that had dissipated returned full force that he finally awakened out of whatever daydream he’d been ensured within and you suddenly found yourself being lifted into the air by his arms that had swept out your legs from underneath you, earning a shriek of surprise and your arms to reflexively wrap around his neck.
His head nestled into your chest, muffled words coming from him that were indistinguishable and it wasn’t until he looked up at you that your worry of how this would affect him was effectively put to rest when you saw his tear filled gaze that shone brighter than the precious gem his eyes resembled. There was no music yet that didn’t stop the pro hero from practically dancing and twirling you around the kitchen as waterfalls of tears spilled down his cheeks. The love you felt for him seemed to swell as he carefully placed you on the counter and rested a hand against your stomach with hesitancy. “I wasn’t sure what was going on with you this week, I was so worried I’d missed something like an anniversary since you’d marked up the calendar in the main bathroom but then I realized you were marking your cycles. You didn’t ask me to pick you up any supplies a few weeks ago so I thought something might have happened but you did have that new coworker so maybe it was a sync altercation—”
“Izuku!” The softest presses of his lips against yours eased the alarm that you felt at his confession of noticing your missed period before you had and snuggled into his warmth as he enveloped you in an embrace. “What about your hero career?” You asked the million dollar question. “Won’t this affect how the public sees you now?”
“You’ve given me the greatest gift, (Y/N), and if anything this will push my inspiration to be a better hero than All Might ever was.” His dazzling smile was back as your heart gave a clench, your hands rising to cup his cheeks to wipe away the lingering tears. Emerald suddenly widened as he straightened, his arms that had dropped to wrap around your legs to keep you close easily lifting you from the cold surface. “We gotta get things ready! I know, we can go shopping tomorrow for all the stuff we’ll need!”
Your hands fell to rest on his shoulders with a laugh. “Whoa, there, we don’t even know if it’s a boy or girl!”
He ignored your words and the air was filled with your laughs as he eagerly carried you to the bedroom where he changed quickly then with you in tow slipped out the door while mumbling a list off to himself that you occasionally added things that you thought would be necessary.
Eijiro Kirishima: 10 Weeks
The lightest of knocks against the door caused your head to wearily rise from its hanging position, your heavily shadowed gaze meeting sympathetic and concern filled carmine that peeked at you through the door’s crack. Your garbled whine was more than enough to convey how miserable you were however the hand you’d raised to prevent him from coming inside the small room went ignored as he instead entered to collect you within his embrace with ease. A weak protest rose up your abused throat but it was effectively silenced by his lips meeting your temple as he turned off the light with a nudge of his elbow. Exhaustion beyond what you’ve ever felt before prevented your eyes from opening fully when plush blankets slowly surrounded the two of you with the creak of a telltale mattress. Knowing he had to work made your chest ache as his nose nuzzled into the crook of your neck, manifesting in a tear that slid down you cheek as vulnerability radiated off you in waves.
“I’m not going anywhere,” he whispered into your ear when you made to withdraw from his hold, “they’ve got enough help at the agency that I can take some time off to make sure my little pebble has all she needs.”
More tears threatened to fall as a large calloused finger carefully wiped away the salty trail that had been left on your cheek, all of those insecurities and voices that had been whispering negative imagery within your ears finally falling silent as he enclosed your farther against his broad chest. “I don’t want to be a bother…” you managed to groan while relishing in the warmth that he gave off which soon chased away the chill of the cold bathroom tile that you’d fallen asleep on near an hour ago.
“I can help you take a shower later if you’d like. Or do you want to try to eat something?”
Appreciation filled you at how faint his voice came out, as if he’d predicted the mind-splitting headache that had been plaguing you since late last night that had nearly robbed you of your sleep. You snuggled farther into his hold as a yawn threatened to pop your jaw. “Snuggles and cuddles first? Think I might fall asleep again…” The rumbling of a chuckle almost too soft for you to feel if it weren’t for the fact that you were nearly completely enveloped by the much larger muscular red haired hero, causing a small smile to lift your lips at the knowledge that he’d never turn down a cuddle.
“Pebble?”
You groaned lowly as what seemed like a split second later his form had been replaced by the pillows, wearily opening your eyes as he softly called out to you again. Sunlight was now coming in through the nearby curtains that gave off just enough light for you to see his carmine eyes carefully watching as you rolled onto your side at the slight pain in your lower back’s behest. A confused moan slipped up your throat when finding him kneeling beside the bed wearing an excited expression but it gave way to ravenous hunger as the scent of something familiar tickled your nose. Instantly awake, you sat upright with speed that could rival the hero’s and eagerly waited as he made show of displaying the spoils he’d brought. The fact he’d managed to sneak away while you’d been sleeping wasn’t anything new, you’d become a heavy sleeper since discovering you were pregnant, and you were over the moon at the grand showcase of food that the red head had bought. “Is all that you got fries?”
He nodded, beaming with pride with each he laid out. “Did some diggin’ and found out that potatoes are the magical vegetable to helping with nausea so of course I went out and got you every kind of fry that exists! Steak, natural, crinkle, waffle, straight, there are even fries that were specially seasoned!” A blush threatened to fill your face at his words if not for his quick kiss before settling across from you with crossed legs, the bed dipping slightly from his added weight. “Where would you like to start, pebble?”
“Eiji, tell me you didn’t waste the gas on driving all across town to get all this.” All the excitement you felt threatened to shift towards anger as he sheepishly shrugged. “Gas is super expensive right now and it looks like you literally went to—”
“Cutie, I’d go anywhere in the world if it meant helping you and your cravings.” He pulled a few straight cut fries from the double arched labeled bag and offered them to you, “but that would mean we’d be apart and I barely managed to get myself out the door while you were sleeping you looked so adorable.”
The offering disappeared between your lips as you hesitantly chewed, unsure of if the salt would cause you to dash for the bathroom as you had a few hours ago thanks to the mindless munching of tortilla chips and salsa, humming softly when your stomach voiced its approval of the substance after swallowing. Food aversions and morning sickness by themselves were a handful, put them together and eating has been incredibly difficult but this might be the sign of hope that you both had been looking forward to. “Can I have some steak fries next?” Your shoulders rose into a shrug when he asked if it was working, if the potatoes were really helping fend off the nausea that had been plaguing you for the last four days, but the smile that raised your lips earned a victorious grin as he swiped the one you’d requested.
Shoto Todoroki: 16 Weeks
The quiver of your bottom lip was more than enough to convey what was about to come the second he looked up from the paperwork he’d been filing and crossed the office with quick strides until coming to a stop before you with hands on your shoulders. “What do you need, love?” He asked earnestly, those duo eyes you adored boring into your own that were filled with preparation to fulfill whatever was about to come out of your mouth. His devotion was admirable, despite the teasing that he received from comrades or the media, and it just made you feel worse about the selfish needs you’ve been harboring since finding the bed empty this morning.
“I-I’m sorry, I shouldn’t have come and bothered you for something so stupid.” You hung your head as the heavy weight of shame settled over you when the phone on the desk began ringing and two assistants appeared within the door behind you. “It’s nothing, Shoto, really.”
“(Y/N), you wouldn’t have come all this way for ‘nothing’.” His head bobbed in an encouraging nod when you took a deep breath.
Your lip quivered more as tears caused your vision to blur. “I can’t fit my shoes and my chest hurts too much to wear the bras that I have.”
That’s all he needed to hear and he had grabbed the coat draped over the back of his chair, phone instantly appearing in his hand as he tucked you against his side. Those who had gathered once seeing it was you within their boss’s office entryway instantly created a path for the two of you as he nearly slammed the door closed behind him. Seconds later you were settled within the car he’d summoned, his fingers tightly holding onto your own as the heavily tinted windows saved both your eyesights from the near blinding flashes of cameras that seemed to follow wherever he went.
“Wait, Shoto— You really don’t have to—”
A light peck of his lips against your own was more than enough to shut you up but it was the gentle fondness that had filled his otherwise stoic features that made your protest vanish into a soft sigh as he shifted to sit face you, his hand gently slipping free of your hold to dab at your still watering eyes with a silk handkerchief that appeared from within his suit’s pocket. “Is that why you have been avoiding closed toe shoes and wearing flip-flops for the past few days or hiding yourself within baggy clothing, to hide the fact that you’re body is changing?” Your head sheepishly bobbed in a nod as he wrapped an arm around your shoulders to bring you closer. “Love, it is natural for a mother’s body to adapt to the life growing within her. You needn’t worry though. We are going to put together a whole new wardrobe just for you no matter how long it takes or how many stores we have to visit.”
“But your work—”
“You and our child are far more important.”
With a soft hum, you allowed his warmth to farther help your own relax as the car came to a slow stop at a red light. “We’ll find out soon if it’s a boy or a girl,” you whispered as his lips met the crown of your head, “are you hoping for one over the other?” A laugh nearly burst from between your lips while looking up at him when silence had been his answer for nearly a full minute and found his expression to be one of utter shock. “Yes, Shoto, we’re almost to that point. Technology sure is amazing, isn’t it?” Understanding filled your chest when he finally met your gaze after a few more seconds of silence. “Unless you want to wait until birth. Some people think its old school but I am fine with not finding out until they are born.”
Relief filled his gaze as you pressed a quick kiss to his cheek. “Are you sure?”
“You’ve been incredibly prone to traditional methods ever since you asked me on our first date.” You giggled, lightly tapping your fingertip against his nose as the car began moving again. “I’m honestly not surprised in the slightest that you want to hold off on discovering the gender but it might make baby clothes shopping a bit difficult since there aren’t a lot of neutral ones.” This time a laugh did manage to sound from your lips as he whipped out his phone again, a single press of his finger instantly dialing a number that you recognized as one of his assistants. “Shoto?”
“Send an email to the design teams; I want a line of neutral infant clothing started immediately and want proofs sent to my email by the end of the day.”
“But, sir, why is there any need for a hero agency to send for such things?”
A chorus from the background nearly sent the phone clattering to the floor as a new group of voices took control over the call. “We’re on it, sir!”
Sometimes you forgot just how famous and wealthy he was but there was always the reminder on your finger that glittered brightly whenever your glanced down at it. It had been a bit large for your liking, its extravagant design and large diamonds worrying you about it catching on things, but it had grown on you with each passing day since agreeing to be his before an altar surrounded by family and friends. You fondly shifted a piece of fallen hair out of his face as he ended the call with a press of another button, shaking your head when he raised a brow in question of your smile, and instead pressed a gentle kiss to his scar.
Keigo “Hawks” Takami: 24 Weeks
Your brows rose when entering the small space that was going to home the child growing inside you, a smile raising your lips when finding the object of your search regarding the farthest wall with a serious expression worthy of mid-century art, a hand fondly rubbing the bump that had seemingly appeared as if from nowhere in the last few days. Some women didn’t show until farther along but not you. The little life form had been growing like a weed and was currently within the sixtieth-percentile for growth at this stage. A strong hearty kick was delivered to your side, causing your breath to catch while coming to a stop beside the man with crimson wings. “Still pondering over colors?”
He startled so violently that it nearly gave you a heart attack when he shrieked while turning on his heel so as to face you. “(Y/N), when did you get in here?!”
The shock of your appearance was a definite indication of just how much thought he was putting into the nursery and it warmed your heart seeing the amount of care the pro hero was showcasing. It was a bit funny to you that Hawks had been so absorbed by the task as hand but honestly it was starting to concern you with how long it was taking him to make a decision such as this. “Keigo, weren’t you supposed to be done with painting yesterday?” You gently asked when he recovered after the initial shock in time to place his hand on your growing stomach in time to receive a kick, causing him to coo in a manner that left you wishing for a recording device of some sort but the damn pregnancy pants you wore didn’t even have back pockets to hold your phone. That didn’t mean you couldn’t store your phone in other places such as your bra!
Amber eyes snapped upwards as you “aww”ed at the display, your tongue peeking out when a rosy hue entered his cheeks. “Anyway, kid, weren’t you supposed to be out of town visiting your parents?”
“Came back early because a little someone seemed to really miss their daddy bird.”
“And what about mama bird?”
Playfully, you rolled your eyes. “As if that’s even a question. We all missed you,” you soothed when he rested his cheek against your stomach with fingers gently combing through his blonde hair, “so don’t you worry your pretty little feathers anymore. Nothing on this earth could make us want to leave you, okay? You’re our daddy bird forever.”
A soft drawn out coo filled the air as his eyes slid closed then opened again at the light tap of your finger to bring his attention back to the wall nearly covered in paint swatches. “Wasn’t feeling the whole ‘Noah’s Ark’ theme and the jungle storybook seemed a bit too cliché to me.” He stood with a huff, keeping his arms wrapped around your waist as he moved to stand behind you. “Thought about doing a tree in the corner next to the crib then having either a meadows cape or ocean view on the opposite wall.”
“Who would’ve guessed that the player pro hero Hawks would have such an artsy side.” You couldn’t help but tease, earning a nuzzle to the side of your neck as his wings unfurled to enclose you closer against his being. “Honestly, by this point, I’m okay with whatever you think just make sure that the colors aren’t too flashy, we don’t want to overwhelm their eyes.” The flesh of your bottom lip caught between your teeth to hide a smile as he gasped before turning you around to face him.
Excitement shone brightly within his gaze as it met your own. “That tone you just used…you know the gender, yeah?”
Unadulterated joy filled you as he beamed. “I’m sure she’ll have your eyes and he will be just as tall, if not taller, than you.” Your hands reached out to lightly pat his cheeks when what you was sure to be a mental capacity breech caused the pro hero’s expression to become blank. “Honey, are you okay?” Concern would’ve filled you if not for the slow grin that lifted his lips. It was the widest and most genuine one you’ve seen since the private wedding, making even the one you’d seen when telling him that you were pregnant seem lackluster in comparison, the pads of your fingers gently wiping underneath his eyes that began to swim with moisture. “Keigo?”
“T-twins? You’re absolutely sure, (Y/N)?” The wings upon his back that had retracted poofed as you nodded in confirmation, a few of the feathers separating to lightly tickle the bulge that was your stomach.
“The doctor said that it’s the girl who keeps kicking while the boy seems to favor snuggling with my placenta.” Alarm filled you when he suddenly began to pace the small room with that concentration filled look on his face but it gave way to calm acceptance while taking a seat in the nearby rocking chair to comfortably watch as whatever inspiration that had hit him slowly manifested itself courtesy of the pencil that had appeared in his hand out of thin air. “Can’t wait to see what you come up with,” you called softly so as to not break his train of thought, hands rubbing the growing bump as a kick came from the left and a flutter from the right as if the twins were in agreement with you.
Fumikage Tokoyami: 36 Weeks
A groan slipped from between your lips as you struggled like a giraffe at a watering hole, fingers reaching as far as they could towards the fallen object that had literally jumped out of your grasp. “Oh, come on,” you huffed while straining at the awkward angle and only succeeding in knocking it farther away. Doom settled over you while watching the item completely disappear from sight in slow motion to vanish beneath the refrigerator. “Seriously?!” Tears erupted like geysers from your eyes as you slid to the floor in defeat with gaze locked on the large appliance. You had ten weeks left, the giant machine was definitely too big for you to move, and the growing hunger within your being was multiplying by the second with each salty droplet that spilled down your cheeks.
Gentle hands fell upon your shoulders as a familiar presence seemingly manifested out of nowhere, causing your tear filled gaze to rise and meet a pair of calm vermillion. You didn’t ask when he’d come home, honestly you hadn’t even heard him, but your tears threatened to increase when he held up a bag that had a familiar logo then proceeded to open a package that suddenly made your life brighter. “I noticed that your choice of snack this week was dangerously low so I took it upon myself to purchase more.” He readily altered his stance down to one knee as you accepted the offering when he held it out to you, sniffling while one of his arms wrapped around your shoulders once you’d taken it, directing your attention to the refrigerator in time to see Dark Shadow appear from beneath with the fallen one in tow.
It was literally gone within seconds between your hungry lips but it was accompanied by a wide eyed exclamation when from beneath you appeared a large puddle of translucent liquid. Blinking, you leaned against him as he helped you to stand and met his gaze with a gasp when realizing that your water had just broken. Panic instantly began to seep into your bones when realizing just what was ahead of you. “F-Fumikage?”
“The bags are already in the car, I will send word to the agency, family, and friends of what is happening.” He soothed while nuzzling your cheek comfortingly, “it is time to meet our little one.” His tone remained soft and soothing as he helped you out the door with careful steps, his hands never leaving yours except to slip behind the steering wheel so that he could drive to the hospital. “I am here with you, my angel, as is everyone else.”
You took a moment to pause in the hallway where the door was open to the spare bedroom that had been transformed into a nursery. Cloud gray walls decorated with constellations, plush navy carpet, lavender hued crib tucked in the far corner but not too far from the changing table or rocking chair that the two of you had gone to six stores to find, and the ceiling was decorated with shifting galaxy images courtesy of the aurora nightlight that was plugged in beside the door. The fluffy clouds had been your idea, one that he had gladly added despite the difficulty of finding the perfect material for them, that gave the ceiling a multidimensional affect with the gently swimming colors and the glittering stars painstakingly painted on the walls. Had it really been finished just a week ago?
“(Y/N)?”
Turning, you faced him fully as Dark Shadow waited within the open doorway that would lead outwards to the garage. He must have caught on to what you were feeling if you couldn’t make sense of them fully yourself and rested a hand upon your swollen stomach in time to feel the first of many contractions. His gaze was steady as you remembered the breathing exercises that the nurses had taught, taking comfort in the hand that he ensured was within your own with laced fingers, until it passed and left your slightly winded and leaning against him for support.
“A-any chance we can stop for something to eat before going to the hospital?”
A rumbling chuckle sounded from the black clad hero as he encouraged you to walk.
Katsuki Bakugo: 42 Weeks
“You are out of your damn mind!” Ruby eyes widened as you finished yet another plate of food. He was known for his love of spicy foods just as much as his quick temper, what with him being a pro hero and all, but even he had been left practically speechless when coming home to find you rearin’ to go lay waste to yet another restaurant. This would make the fourth unsuspecting business to suffer your insatiable appetite in the last week alone and the eighth time his credit card would dangerously reach its maximum limit.
Your hands fell to rest on the large bump that had grown so much you could barely see anything around it if it wasn’t high enough, a twitch settling in your brow when the man across the table used a napkin to wipe his brow. “I don’t see you coming up with any ideas of how to help induce me, Boom-Boom-Man, and we’ve tried everything in the book from herbal tea to this-” one hand rose to sweep out across the table literally covered in every spicy food that the restaurant had to offer as he came around to help you stand from the chair you fell into upon arriving, “-hell on earth spicier than Satan’s ballsack on a Midwestern dry heat wave over a drought ridden roadkill carcass of food espionage! Nothing has worked and yet you continue to fucking watch as I lumber around like a penguin!” It was clear that several other women who were within earshot were sympathetic towards you but it was the looks from the men who had their eyes on your husband that finally pushed you over the edge. The firecracker blonde blinked when you grabbed his shirt with a fist. “That’s it. We’re fucking in the car.”
It was as if a bomb went off as silence fell over the restaurant at your words.
Considering the circumstances, you were too focused upon your husband who looked as if you’d literally slapped him across the face with a riding whip as he still didn’t fight against your hold while exiting the building. The beeping of the car was enough to snap him out of his stupor though, his larger fingers gently removing your own from his shirt. “Don’t be crazy or stupid, dumbass—”
“Oh, really?!” You whirled on him with twitching eyes, hands settling on your hips when he bristled at your shout. “The pro hero who rushes in during rescues and villain attacks is telling me, his wife, not to be crazy or stupid?! Look in a fucking mirror, Katsuki, cause you’re the hypocrite who hasn’t touched me once in the last two months and I’m so sick of you treating me like a porcelain doll all the time! I’m not going to shatter the second you touch me, idiot!” By this point you were nearly screaming up into his face with tears streaming down your face but he was smart to know that right now it wouldn’t be wise to interrupt you even when people began to gather in the parking lot out of curiosity to see what all the commotion was about. “I know you’re worried about the baby but c’mon, what about my needs?! You think I don’t want you to kiss me?! Do you honestly believe that I wouldn’t want you to touch me intimately during this entire time?!”
One of his brows rose when you began gasping for breath from winding yourself, a silent request for him to be allowed to speak which you flipped him your middle finger.
“You know what? Go fuck yourself, Katsuki Bakugo, because whatever you have to say I’m not listening—” A shriek slipped up your throat as with a roll of his eyes he swept you up over his shoulder as if you weighed nothing. He had placed his arm ever so carefully around your hips just below the giant bulge that was your unborn child but his hold was strong enough to prevent you from wiggling free. “Put me the fuck down right now!” Your fists pummeled his back to no avail as he began walking down the sidewalk, the built up stream and pressure that had fueled your outrage combined with a dangerous amount of hormones finally dissipating as after several minutes of him silently walking. Regret filled you when he came to a stop at a crosswalk, a familiar park waiting on the other side, your hand lightly patting his arm. “Can you put me down now?”
Nothing.
“Look, I’m sorry for what I said and how I acted. Please?”
Silence.
The guilt you felt tripled as the light changed, allowing him to proceed, and resolved yourself to being the sack of potatoes that you practically were until he saw otherwise. You didn’t have to wait long and soon found yourself being placed on your butt within a swing with those ruby infernos staring down at you with a brilliant flame. Punishment was definitely in your future.
“Katsuki?” Heat erupted across your body as he circled you like a predator with narrowed eyes until coming to a stop behind you, shivers and thrills slipping down your spine when his hands grabbed hold of the swing’s chains that caused you to sway slightly until the firm hardness of his body met your back with a yank.
“Shut up.” His growl in your ear as a hand snaked downward until it was cupping your throat sent a jolt of arousal through your core when the other snaked down to rest against the place where your heart pounded so loud you were sure he could hear it. The warmth of his being against your own was euphoric but it was the devious fingers that eased within the folds of your wrap dress that caused your head to fall back with a held back groan. “You wanted it so damn bad that you were ready to fuck in the car?” Words, vocabulary, heck even the alphabet itself abandoned you as the shell of your ear was caught between his teeth in a sharp bite that was soothed by the light drag of his thick wet tongue. Another growl sounded when his fingers found the growing moist spot that was nestled within the apex of your legs that made your cheeks heat beyond what you thought was humanly possible when the coil within suddenly snapped. “Haven’t even properly touched you yet and you’re this fuckin…”
A disappointed whine slipped up your throat when he withdrew, making to turn around and prepared to beg for him to continue, when you spotted his smirk. Hormones that had been raging for physical touch took a complete 180. “Wipe that fucking grin off your face before I decide to sit on it.”
One of his brows twitched; he’d definitely heard your hidden challenge. “Just remember you asked for this.”
Alarm filled you as he walked until you were suspended above him, his face made to disappear within the crook of your neck where you knew he was about to bite you, but halted his advance by taking hold of his shoulders.
“Woman, you’re sending me mixed signals here!”
Your lips quivered, instantly causing his anger at being forced back to be forgotten as the carnal lust within his gaze was replaced by concern. “K-Katsuki, I think my water just broke.”
Together your gazes darted downward and sure enough there were trails of translucent liquid trailing down your legs.
“Damn I fucking good.”
