a new standard

Posted originally on the Archive of Our Own at http://archiveofourown.org/works/34268176.

Rating: Explicit
Archive Warning: Underage
Category: F/M
Fandom: 僕のヒーローアカデミア | Boku no Hero Academia | My Hero
Academia
Relationship: Bakugou Katsuki/Bakugou Mitsuki
Character: Bakugou Katsuki, Bakugou Mitsuki
Additional Tags: Parent/Child Incest, Rough Sex, Pregnant Sex, Pregnancy Kink,
Lactation Kink, Possessive Bakugou Katsuki, Underage Sex,
Degradation, Age Difference, Pussy Spanking, Dead Dove: Do Not Eat,
Creampie, Felching, Omorashi, Aftercare, Light Praise Kink, Mommy
Kink, Daddy Kink
Language: English
Series: Part 2 of give and take
Stats: Published: 2021-10-04 Words: 6,316 Chapters: 1/1

a new standard
by SpicyJam

Summary

Katsuki leans closer so that he can memorize her every reaction, from the way her
eyelashes flutter as she looks him up and down, to how her lips tremble before she bites the
lower one and sucks it past her teeth. She wants it.

"You're /mine/."

"I'm yours, baby." Mitsuki gasps. "Mama's all yours."

---

Or, Katsuki play his mom, and she takes care of him in turn.

Notes

a surprise sequel, but you can pretty much get by with just reading this fic if you'd prefer!

See the end of the work for more notes

Katsuki watches his mom as she dozes, head tilted against her soft pillow enough that she bares her
neck to his gaze. It's littered with hickeys and bite marks, where he'd placed his physical claim on
her.

Well… his second physical claim.

Katsuki's eyes drift lower to her belly, taut and round even beneath the blanket she was tucked
under. She has her arms crossed where the blanket is tucked just beneath her chest, because she
gets overheated if anything above that is covered. A pregnancy thing, apparently— or so she had
explained to him.

The position just makes her tits, full with milk for the little brat in her belly, look that much more
irresistible. Her nipples, dusty pink, are slightly hardened from the breeze from the ceiling fan
spinning overhead. If he squints, he can see a bead or two of milk still pearled on the tips, where he
hadn't licked them clean yet.

Katsuki tips forward to do just that.

He bites down on one of her tender nipples, not hard enough to hurt too bad, but enough that she'll
feel it for the rest of the day. They were so much more swollen than they used to be, and Katsuki
gets a lot of pleasure watching her have to pause during her day-to-day tasks to rub the ache from
them.

It's like she's always thinking of him.

His cock twitches in interest just at the thought. He suckles harder, reaching up to palm her other
tit. He gets to feel how her body warms from just that little stimulation, her pale skin growing just a
bit more pink. Her nipple hardens further against his tongue, until he can easily fit his lips around
the little nub.

Latched on, he begins to suckle. Eager to taste the gift just waiting for him.

He doesn't have to wait long for her milk to flood his mouth, the sweetness of it thoroughly coating
his tastebuds.

Katsuki moans as he greedily swallows down every drop, crawling up the bed just half an inch so
that he can tuck his body in the space along her side. As soon as he shoves the covers away, he
tucks her hip between his legs. For once not to rut against her, but just to better angle himself to
wrap his body around hers.

He rubs his thumb across the breast furthest from his lips, blinking his eyes open half an inch to
watch as milk beads up on that nipple as well. It spills over with nothing to catch it, dripping down
to pool in the valley between each mound.

Katsuki pinches at her nipple, partially to punish her for wasting it but mostly just to keep his
hands busy.

His eyes fall shut again, content as more of her breastmilk easily gets urged out.

Katsuki tucks his head against her upper arm, which has lifted to make room for him. A nice
pillow for him to lay on as he drinks his fill.

He doesn't realize that it had been moved purposefully that way until gentle fingers begin to card
through his hair, nudging at his crown before slowly scratching at his scalp.

There's a gentle rumble from his mom's chest as she blearily wakes, the beginnings of his name.
"'tsuki…?" Mitsuki yawns. She stretches her legs out, accidentally rutting her thigh against his
growing hard-on. She doesn't mention it though as she tilts onto one of her hips, burying her face
against the soft of his spiky hair. "Mornin', baby."

Katsuki grunts, pulling off her tit to lick his lips. Then he does it again, nervously, when she
doesn't immediately shove him off.

He's not quite sure what to do without her either begging for it or fussing at him for being so
needy.

Mitsuki yawns again, her chest rising and falling as she breathes in deeply, holds it, and then
slowly sighs against his temple. It's a pleased sound, and Katsuki relaxes along with her as she
wiggles to get comfortable.

Then, her fingers are cupping fully against the curve of his skull, to ease him back towards her
nipple.

"Take all you want," she encourages him. "Mama has plenty."

Katsuki shivers as the words skip down his spine and embed themselves as wanton heat in his
belly.

He opens his mouth wide to take her areola in his mouth, laving his tongue across it messily. Then
he sucks hard.

The milk squirts out quicker than before, and he doesn't stop even as a line leaks out at the edge of
his lips.

Mitsuki's fingers come to wipe away that spill, gathering it and the mix of spit with her thumb
before she wipes it off on the bedsheet.

"Messy."

Katsuki huffs, but Mitsuki just coos at him and continues to pet his head. It instantly calms him
again, his eyes going half-lidded as he focuses on the warmth of her milk and the soft tone of her
voice as she hums at him.

"I'm just teasing. You're my good boy, aren't you?"

If she feels how his cock bumps against her hip, transferring a layer of precum to her skin, she
doesn't mention it. The fond words, the gentle caresses… Katsuki is kind of getting overwhelmed
by them. He likes it too much, almost.

He pulls back as soon as the burst of milk quells, wiping his mouth clean with the back of his hand.

"Fuck you," Katsuki grumbles. "Spread your legs."

Mitsuki breathes a laugh, but does as he orders. She sits up so that she can stuff a pillow or two
under her back, and that angles her hips up just enough that he can see how her cunt is already wet
for it. Aroused from him breastfeeding.

The blanket pools around her hips, and Katsuki tugs on the tangled mess to urge her a bit closer.

Then he shuffles forward, nudging her knees further apart so that he can fit between them. He grips
the base of his cock so that he can rut the very tip against her hooded clit, prodding it in little
circles just to see how she shudders at the heat of it.

"Don't know where you get off trying to tease me," he grunts. "When your cunt is like this just
from my tongue."

Katsuki palms the tit that he hadn't drank from, and rolls the sensitive nipple between his thumb
and forefinger.

"But you can't help it, right? I'm the only one who can get you like this, mommy."

"K-Katsuki," Mitsuki lays her palms flat against his shoulders as he pinches her nipple harder. Her
entire body trembles from the stimulation, but her pussy is gushing slick across his cockhead. She's
practically begging for it.

And Katsuki can't help it if he just likes that red, humiliated blush on her cheeks. She was
begging for it.

"I bet I don't even have to touch your pussy for you to like this, mommy. Is it because you woke up
to your son nursing from your fat tits? 's that what gets you off?"

Katsuki lets go of her breast to instead drag his hand lower, cupping it much gentler around the
significant swell of her tummy.

"Or is it because I filled your needy cunt up with so much cum that this—" he thumbs across the
lower half. "— happened? You just so happy that your precious baby boy knocked you up that you
can't help but be a horny bitch all the time?"

Mitsuki attempts to squeeze her thighs together, maybe to quell the onslaught of arousal that hits
her, but Katsuki is already firmly wedged between them. She has nowhere to hide.

"Hold your legs open. I already know you're addicted to this cock." He strokes himself briefly, and
then lets the tip fall with a wet slap against her clit. She jumps, but her eyes are entirely focused on
where he presses against her.

She hesitates for only a moment longer before she tucks her fingers beneath her knees and pulls,
leaving herself to her son's mercy.

Katsuki sits back on his haunches to watch how her cunt occasionally twitches without any more
stimulation beyond his cock resting between her cunt lips. He can feel her heartbeat through it, and
it's thrumming excitedly.

"Slut," he hisses. Mitsuki bites her lip, her face pink as she holds her breath in anticipation. There's
a minute nod of her head, and Katsuki shoves one of his palms beneath hers so that he can angle
her open just that much wider. "Can't believe my mom is such a whore. Just for me."

Mitsuki releases a shuddering breath as he repositions himself, letting the very tip of his cock catch
at her hole. It's like coming home with how perfectly it slots against her.

Katsuki leans closer so that he can memorize her every reaction, from the way her eyelashes flutter
as she looks him up and down, to how her lips tremble before she bites the lower one and sucks it
past her teeth. She wants it.

"You're mine."

"I'm yours, baby." Mitsuki gasps. "Mama's all yours."

Katsuki shoves every inch of his cock inside all at once, and Mitsuki's loud moan cuts through the
bedroom. Their hips slap together as he bottoms out, and he tugs out a few inches just to do it
again.

It's rough and fast from the very beginning, and Katsuki is eager to see just how quickly his mother
falls apart this time.

Mitsuki tries to swallow down the moans forced from his lungs, but even just hearing her muttered
groans and breathless, high-pitched whining makes him want to ruin her more. Katsuki is addicted
to everything she is, especially when she's caught beneath him and made to pleasure her own son.

/Fuck/, he never wanted to stop this. Katsuki brings his thumb down to where they're joined and
rubs rough circles across her clit. It comes back absolutely covered in her arousal, and he grins
when he pulls back to show her it.

"You're so nasty, mom. I'm surprised you haven't cum all over yourself yet."

Before she can bitch at him, Katsuki shoves his thumb against her lips and makes her taste it.

"Clean it, and maybe I'll be nice and cum inside you again. I know how much you're addicted to
it."

Mitsuki glances up at him, her lips pulled in a scowl. But her eyes are honest enough for the rest of
her body. Pleading, already building needy tears against the bottom lashes as she silently begs for
it.

When he rubs the tip of his thumb against her lower lip, she doesn't hesitate to open up afterwards.

Katsuki isn't gentle as he shoves past her lips, rubbing the swell of his thumb against her wriggling
tongue. He presses it in as deep as it can go, but it's too short to reach the back of her throat and
choke her.

Besides, he fucks her face quite often. She's probably lost her gag reflex by now.

Her cheeks hollow out as she sucks on the appendage, her slick easily replaced by her saliva
instead. Katsuki grins down at her, his other fingers cupping against her jaw so that he can tilt her
head up.

"I should make you beg for it anyway. Kinda wanna hear your annoying voice beg for me to cum
inside."

When he tugs his thumb away, she releases it with a noisy slurp. Then he wipes it clean against her
cheek, so that her spit will dry there.

"Good mommy. Such a good plaything for your son."

"Asshole," Mitsuki grumbles. But the words sound fond, at the very least, as she curls her fingers
around his biceps and encourages him on.

Her cunt trembles with how quickly he fucks into it, and he doesn't pause to give her a break. He
plants his now-free hand against her hip for leverage, and pulls her into each full thrust.

Her tits bounce every time he does, her nipples leaking more milk with every upward bounce.
Katsuki wants to slap them a few times to watch them turn peachy pink, but he gets distracted,
instead, with how her belly also jiggles.
Sometimes he can't believe that he was actually able to fulfill this fantasy of his. Taking control of
his mom so much that he actually fucked a baby into her. That she would actually be helpless to
his every desire and bend over for him whenever he wanted.

But this is proof.

Katsuki is breathless as he paws at her belly, careful in a way that's jarring compared to how
roughly he pounds her cunt. He hoists her hips up so that some of her weight can rest on the tops of
his thighs, and the new angle just makes her pregnant belly even more obvious.

Katsuki groans as he bends over her, resting his face against her chest again.

Mitsuki's fingers join his, tangling above her pale stretchmarks. Some old, from when he was in
her, but many new.

"You like that, daddy? That's your baby in me."

Katsuki jumps at the new pet name, his eyes opening wide. Mitsuki smiles at him, but the look in
her eye tells him that she knows the effect it had.

"Daddy," she breathily moans. "Fuck me harder."

"S-shit," he grunts, thighs trembling as he sinks as deep into her as he can and pauses there. His
cock jumps inside of her, and he can feel how his balls tighten with the need to release.

Katsuki rests his full weight atop her, and Mitsuki drops her legs to instead circle them around his
back and keep him there. He's buried against her chest, her breasts resting on either side of his
head, but even that can't hide the color of the blush that sneaks its way onto his face.

He digs his nails into the soft fat of her hips, but that doesn't release him from her grasp. Instead, it
just makes it easier for him to keep jerking his hips so that he can desperately fuck himself to
completion.

Katsuki pants noisily against her bare skin. He hadn't expected that name to undo him so
completely, but his orgasm is sneaking up on him with no way of him being able to resist. It coils
tight in his belly like a spring, and he tenses all over as he desperately tries to hold back.

Instead, Mitsuki cups his jaw against her palms and tilts his head so that she can murmur in his ear,
"Cum for me, daddy."

That's all he needs to succumb to the feeling, spilling his seed too soon inside of her cunt.

"M-mommy!" Katsuki whines, his hands shaking where they rest on her body.

One hand finds its way to her breast, for once not to squeeze and meanly pinch but instead just to
hold. The other finds her waist, his fingers curling over so that he can feel the swell of her belly.

He clings to her as each wave of pleasure passes over him, and it feels unending when her pussy
practically milks him for it. And that, combined with the gentle, motherly way she rubs his back
and whispers sweet nothings into his ear…

Katsuki feels drunk off of the attention.

"Oh, fuck," he pants, overwhelmed by the heat of her. Mitsuki cards her fingers through his hair,
and that touch alone is enough to calm him. "Haah… m-mom— you—"
Mitsuki spreads her legs, and Katsuki sits back on his haunches as his cock spills out of her. Along
with it, almost all of his spend.

He watches, flustered, as his cum slowly seeps out of her in thick globs. Her pussy still spasms
after the sudden, rough fucking, but that just makes it more lewd.

Her fingers reach down between her, to gather up what she can find and slowly finger it back
inside. His cum is thick enough that it coats her all the way down to the knuckle, and clings
messily as she gently parts her folds and eases it back in.

"You really liked that, huh? You came so much for me."

Mitsuki lifts her hand to lick it clean, and goes back to stuffing herself again.

"There's so much, baby. If I wasn't already pregnant…" Mitsuki interrupts herself with a moan, and
Katsuki joins her.

Before he thinks to stop himself, or even stop her from the teasing, he drops flat on his belly and
buries his face between her legs.

Mitsuki's startled moan gets muffled as he delves in, especially when her thighs tense and end up
caging him on either side of his head. He doesn't mind, and just sneaks a hand between their bodies
so that he can finger her at the same time.

Shit, she was so full of his cum. Even without the little bit she was able to slide back in, there was a
steady stream against his tongue as he swiped it across the full length of her hole. Her body twists
in his hold as he focuses on quelling that flow, doing little more than teasing her with his tongue
and his lips and the ghost of his fingertips against her.

She hadn't been able to cum before he did, after all. And she deserves a little bit of punishment
after taunting him.

Katsuki glances up, but her belly is too large to see her expression. He doesn't mind at all— in fact,
his cock twitches again with interest. Shit, he was addicted to her body.

Her wet has mixed with his cum, and as soon as the taste coats his tongue, he's moaning along with
her with every swallow. Mitsuki shifts so that her legs are spread wider, to fit around his shoulders
instead of his head, and that just makes more come out.

And when it begins to slow, he shoves two fingers inside to make it squelch out and spill on his
tongue again. Her insides are so soft under his touch, and so wet.

She just gets wetter when he circles his tongue higher, to finally pay attention to her needy little
clit. It's so small but so sensitive as he pauses to just breathe against it, catching his breath as his
heart pounds in his chest.

'Daddy', she'd called him. He wants to hear it again. Wants to make her say it.

Katsuki envelopes her clit with his lips and suckles hard. By the way her moan is strangled and
muffled, her hands are plastered over her mouth to try to quiet herself down. He'll punish that later.

For now, he wanted her to cum. Katsuki wanted to taste how their cum mixed together inside of her
— and then crawl up her body and make her swallow it down too.

He plants his full palms against her hips and pulls her into his face. He nuzzles his face impossibly
close to her cunt, opening his mouth wide enough that he can still nudge the clit with his lip while
he wriggles his tongue inside of her again.

Deeper inside, he finds another dollop of his cum. It's warm, heated by her insides, and tastes more
of her than it does of himself. He drinks it down greedily, purposefully nudging against her gspot
until she trembles in his grip.

It's when her fingers helplessly paw at his scalp that he knows she's close. She never could resist
touching him when she nears her orgasm, desperate to hold on so that he doesn't stop.

Katsuki almost wants to, to get back at her for making him shoot so quick, but he had other plans
stewing in the back of his mind.

Instead, like a good little boy, he keeps up the ministrations. He thumbs gentle circles against her
clit and bends lower so that every last bit of her cum will spurt fully on his tongue. Unlike her,
Katsuki won't waste a single drop.

Mitsuki's fingers tighten, tugging his hair into her fist. The slight pinch of pain makes his eyes roll
pleasurably, rutting his dick against the bedsheets.

The moan he releases sends a tingling vibration across her sensitive skin, and her back arches
briefly off the bed.

"B-baby," Mitsuki warns, "Ohh, that feels so good— Katsuki!"

Katsuki hums again, right against her clit, and that's enough.

Mitsuki's moans sound overhead, urged out of her louder and louder the longer Katsuki continues
to suckle against her as she cums. Her cunt always massages him so well when she nuts that it's
strange, feeling how it tries to milk his tongue this time. He trained her well, atleast.

Katsuki lets her half-ride his face as he climax runs its course, letting her rut her hips against his
jaw and even encouraging her along by curling his tongue the way that she likes so that it firmly
nudges against all her sensitive spots.

And he doesn't swallow the entire time. Anything that misses his mouth as he holds it wide open
simply just coats his chin and drips down to stain the blanket. And what he can catch, he lets pool
where it can in his mouth, until it's all full with her essence.

Muted, he can still taste a bit of his cum mixed up inside.

Mitsuki's legs go limp as she calms, chest heaving as she catches her breath. Her orgasms had
gotten much more intense the further along she gets in her pregnancy, and she's practically
boneless as he climbs up her.

Her fingers still cling to him, though, as he goes. That tight grip she had on his scalp instead drops
to the soothing pet that she did to him earlier.

As soon as she can reach, she curls her fingers around the nape of his neck and gently massages
little circles into it.

"Thank you, Daddy," she says, cheekily. "You were such a good boy for me."

Mitsuki still shivers in the aftermath, her nerves alight with leftover pleasure. She pats his shoulder
as he pulls back, angling himself against her side until they're face to face again. His mouth is full,
swimming with their combined juices.

And instead of answering, he presses his thumb and forefinger against her jaw and squeezes.

Obediently, she puckers her lips and opens up for him. As if she already knows what he wants.

Katsuki presses their lips together and lets her taste his newest addiction, rushed in the way he curls
their tongues together. Hers nervously wriggles away, still unused to such passionate kisses.
Katsuki doesn't let her hide away, especially as she greedily gulps and swallows down what little
he saved for her.

Mitsuki's moan is shaky and breathy as he pulls back, her lips shiny with what missed her tongue.
"Katsuki…"

"Mommy," he responds, just as cheekily as she did.

Katsuki reaches between her legs, just to touch. Mitsuki is hypersensitive, though, and cringes as
he brushes across her fucked-open lips.

"Your cunt is so greedy. It had so much cum inside of it, mama."

She huffs, but doesn't try to stop his touching. She never does, even when Katsuki pushes her.
Mitsuki was just as addicted to this as Katsuki, after all.

"Wonder fuckin' why," Mitsuki grunts.

Katsuki snorts at her, nuzzling his face against her jaw. "Me too. If you weren't such a whore,
maybe you wouldn't need me to fill you up so often."

He can feel her sigh, but the sound is soft rather than irritated.

"And if you weren't such a brat, maybe we wouldn't have had to make a new one," Mitsuki bitches
back, her hand curving fondly over her belly. "Now let me go wash up already, you ass. Then we
can go eat lunch."

Then, without waiting, she begins to sit up.

Katsuki scowls at her as she shoos him off, but he clings needily and tugs her back down.

"What part of 'you're mine' don't you understand? You don't move until I say so— until I'm done
with you."

"Katsuki—"

He interrupts her by plunging his fingers back inside her cunt, parting them roughly. Katsuki hooks
them upwards so that she has no choice but to follow, her hips lifting uncomfortably off of the bed.

Katsuki keeps her like that as he finds a new position to play in, and eventually gets comfortable
atop her chest. Her tits squish when he fits his thighs on either side of them, and his cock lays
comfortably in the valley they create.

All she can see is him pinning her upper half down, getting aroused the longer her breath puffs
across his cockhead.

And he makes her stay at that awkward angle as he puts her back in her place.
"Don't think you can just run over me after making me cum. Who owns this body?"

Mitsuki struggles a bit. As if she was too good for the answer.

So Katsuki tugs his fingers out, straightens them out, and spanks them down across her swollen
pussy. The smack is sharp, both in sound and in feeling, and Mitsuki yelps as soon as it lands.

"Don't move."

Mitsuki stops immediately, her dismayed gasp coming out hard and loud in the sudden quiet after
the spank. She struggles to hold her hips up, not wanting another punishment, and her toes slip
across the bed as she begins losing her grip.

"Who owns you?"

"Y-you do," Mitsuki relents. "You do, baby."

He spanks her again, and she cries out louder this time. Her thighs tremble as she tries to hold
herself up for him, and he doesn't let her rest as he thrusts those same fingers in her again and tugs
her back up with that grip.

"Not baby."

"Kats—"

Katsuki glares at her, and she pauses, confused. But Mitsuki was just as perceptive as her son was,
and noticed the way his other palm reflexively hovers above her belly.

"… Daddy," Mitsuki murmurs. "You own my body, Daddy."

"And I can do anything I want with it," he confirms, letting her go.

Immediately, Mitsuki relaxes back against the bedsheets. Limp and demure and submissive.

Katsuki moves his hand off of her tummy to begin idly stroking himself off, pondering what he
should do next. She's focused entirely on him, either cautiously gauging his mood or simply
waiting for the next action.

Either way, Katsuki is pleased. All she needs to worry about is him, always. Sometimes she just
needs a little reminder.

And Katsuki knows the best way to do it.

"You're the one who started this, mama." Katsuki teases, holding his cock steady. "You're the one
who taunted me. This is your fault."

He bears his thighs down tighter around her ribcage and aims down. "Now take it."

Katsuki is so on edge (excited from what he's about to do, flustered because of how fast she
unraveled him with just a word) that it takes a moment for him to relax.

But as soon as he does, he tilts his head back and moans as a warm stream of his piss begins to
drizzle out of his cock and land directly against his mother's tits.

"Katsuki!" Mitsuki shouts, appalled. Katsuki snickers, his grin feral as he stakes his claim on her
all over again.
But Mitsuki, curiously, doesn't even try to struggle away. She just squeezes her lips shut so that it
doesn't splatter into her mouth.

Katsuki huffs as he forces it to slow, just to make the moment last longer. He goes tense as his
bladder twinges in protest, but Katsuki was obsessed with it. The acrid scent mixes with the
headiness in the air from the aftermath of their fucking. Her sweaty skin gets shinier with his piss
as it rolls off of the soft planes of her body and messes up the bed.

She whines as he lets his stream come out at full force again, straight at her chin.

"Daddy," Mitsuki whimpers. "It's so… hot…"

Katsuki rubs his thumb just below his cockhead, to try to ease away the sudden intense pleasure
that shoots through his belly at the declaration.

"Mommy," he echoes back, just as desperately. "Fuuck…"

He doesn't have much left in him, but he milks it for what it's worth. He shifts up so that the last
drips will paint, atleast, her lower lip. He watches as she stubbornly keeps them closed, letting it
build up against the plush of them before it eventually spills off at the corner of her mouth and
ends up soaking upwards towards her hair from the angle.

Now she really needed a bath. Serves her fuckin' right.

She was his. She'd always be his and— and neither of them needed anyone else.

Katsuki sighs as the stream finally peters off into nothing, still gripping his cock in his palm even
as it begins to soften immediately.

Because, as arousing as it was to put her in her place, his belly was squirming with something else
beyond self-satisfaction this time. Like he needed to be back in her arms as soon as he could.

Like he's fuckin' vulnerable. With a grimace, Katsuki crawls off of her body.

Mitsuki lets her legs ease together as he goes, almost absently letting her tongue dart out and lick
her lips clean. Arousal tickles down his spine as he watches her ponder the taste, but it's still
overshadowed with… a different sort of need.

Mitsuki seems to understand, no words needed. She sits up to rearrange herself back in her original
position, surrounded by puffy pillows and her son.

As soon as she's comfortable, she holds her arms open.

"… Baby," she begins softly. "C'mere."

Katsuki sinks into her grasp eagerly, uncaring of the mess. He cuddles up against her and sighs
happily when she presses a soft kiss against his temple.

Her arms circle him, loose but secure. And as soon as he's finally wrapped up in her arms again, he
relaxes all at once. Confirming that this is what he wanted after all.

All he wanted— no, all he needed was his mom.

"That's my good boy," Mitsuki praises. The words are euphoric, bursting in his brain like cherry
bombs. "Mommy's got you."
Mitsuki gathers him up and eases him towards the edge of the bed.

Katsuki is almost entirely out of it, and doesn't notice her urging him along out the door until
they're down the hall.

She goes into the bathroom first, filling up their large tub with the comfortably warm water.

Katsuki stands idly in the doorway, watching as she gathers their bathing supplies. He doesn't think
to help, or even tease her for bending over and showing off her ass or anything.

He just clenches and unclenches his fists until she turns towards him again and motions him
forward.

Immediately, he presses himself to her front and rests his head against her.

"C'mon, baby boy. Don't want you to catch a cold."

Mitsuki sits him on the stool, settling on her knees behind him so that she can help him wash up.
He falls heavily on it, his limbs still loose after it all. She idly massages up and down his thigh as
she grabs the shower head and tests the water against the back of her hand until it's warm enough.

Then she begins to rinse him off, top to bottom.

"Close your eyes, love. There we go…" Mitsuki's voice is like a gentle melody as she instructs
him, and Katsuki feels the deepest urge to be obedient this time as she takes care of him. It feels so
good, especially when she dips him back to begin rinsing his hair and prepare it for a quick wash.

While his hair soaks, she grabs for his sponge and begins to lather him off. The suds tickle as the
bubble against his skin, and he breathes softly out of his nose when she passes across his chest, his
abs, his cock.

It's almost clinical, if not for the way she coos at him when he obediently spreads his legs so that
she can continue lower.

"Feel good? You did so well for me today."

"Yeah?" Katsuki mumbles, ducking his head down.

Mitsuki rinses him off, her fingers following after the pass of the showerhead so that she can slick
away any lingering soap.

Then she rests his head against her chest again so that she can rinse out his hair and add a quick
dollop of conditioner.

"That's right, baby. You were perfect."

Her fingers ease through his hair, the spikes having gone soft. Any tangles that catch at her
knuckles are quickly eased away, until she can pass through smoothly.

Then she rinses him off one last time. Her palm rests against his forehead so that no water will
splash him in the face as she does, and he belatedly realizes that she's set him in her lap when he
blinks his eyes open to see he's facing the ceiling.

His mom's face is serious as she works, her eyes naturally severe. The shape of them are sharp
lines, made only more strict by the deep red of her eyes. Katsuki's are the exact same.
But as soon as she notices him staring, they soften a marginal fraction and her lips pull up in an
easy smile.

"Sleepy? Once we take a nice long bath, we can head to bed. Then I'll make us a late lunch. How
does that sound?"

Katsuki grunts, reflexively reaching up to rub at his tired eyes. She shoos his hand away and bends
down to lay a kiss on either of his eyelids instead.

Then she helps him up, urging him to sit on the edge of the tub as she quickly washes herself off.
He watches as she scrubs at her skin until it's pink and clear of the piss and cum and sweat.

And when she washes her hair, she simply leaves the conditioner in as she ties it up in a small
ponytail at the nape of her neck.

Mitsuki steps in first, settling in at the far end of the tub. Then she, once again, opens her arms out
to him to offer him a spot between them.

Katsuki isn't embarrassed to admit to himself that he is over-eager as he rushes in, to accept that
spot. Soon, he's surrounded by the warm water rushing past his chilled skin, and her own body heat
at his back as he settles between her spread thighs.

He isn't facing her chest this time, but that's alright. She lets him use her breast as a pillow as he
sinks his palms down into the water so that he can lay them against her knees.

Mitsuki idly plays with the surface tension as they slowly relax together, until they inevitably find
their way to his chest to squeeze him that little bit closer to her.

When her touch stays on him, Katsuki can't resist putting his own palm atop hers, so that she won't
pull away.

"… love you," Katsuki whispers, before dipping his mouth beneath the waterline so that he won't
have to say more.

He can hear the smile in his mom's voice as she says, "I love you too, Katsuki. So much."

Mitsuki reaches up to smooth the wet hair from his forehead again, and kisses his crown. He's
helpless to the subsequent blush he feels warming his cheeks even beyond the water.

---

Katsuki is so comfy that he's entirely out of it when they finish soaking. He definitely fell asleep in
the middle of it, especially when his mom started to hum a soft lullaby absently as she continued to
pet him.

He doesn't come back into awareness until they're snuggled up in bed all over again. Still naked,
but nice and dry this time. Mitsuki had even changed the sheets as he was lost in the comfort of his
own mind.

Now she's curled up on her side, Katsuki facing her so that he can rest against her arm as his
pillow.
 His hand finds its way to her waist, easily resting against the curve of her significant baby bump.

Katsuki doesn't realize he's focusing on the way her chest rises and falls until Mitsuki passes her
finger across her own nipple to catch his attention.

"Hungry again already?" Mitsuki teases. "Well, you haven't had any from this side yet."

Mitsuki gestures to the breast he'd only squeezed and pinched earlier, and he nods his head.
Katsuki begins to lift himself up, but instead Mitsuki rolls onto her back so that he can lay against
her sternum and take whatever he wants.

Katsuki nuzzles her soft skin, only made softer after the bath, and easily suckles her nipple into his
mouth with only a little prompting from her. Mitsuki cups her breast with one palm so that he won't
have to strain to reach, and he latches onto it much like an actual baby.

Her milk is warm and sweet as it greets him, spilling into his mouth much slower than it did at the
beginning of their time together. But that's alright, he's comforted enough just having her near.

Mitsuki tangles their legs together as he drinks his fill. Her free hand idly brushes through his hair,
helping it to dry from its still-damp state after their shared bath.

Katsuki falls asleep before she does. She'd long since been sucked dry before he even began to
softly snore, but he seemed to enjoy just having it in his mouth. So she had let him suckle on it.

And Mitsuki didn't mind babying him at all. Even if he was a brat sometimes, she loved him so
much.

Mitsuki kisses her son's forehead one last time before she follows him to sleep, tangled in his
embrace.

She'd do anything for her baby boy.

End Notes

while writing this i learned that pregnant people actually Can take baths if they dont go
above a certain heat level........ this entire time i just thought they had to deal with swollen
feet in the shower

anyway--- thanks for reading!!

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