"Katsuki?" Ochako whispered into the dark of the bedroom.

"Eh?" Katsuki grunted, turning his back to her in his half-slumbering state.

"You awake?"

"Tryin' to sleep." He sighed, "Whas' up?"

"Nothin', just thinkin'" Ochako giggled, reveling in the cool air of the fan blowing across her skin.

"Spit it out, you're gonna keep buggin' me anyway." He grumbled into his pillow.

Ochako raised herself up on an elbow.

"You ever thought about, if we had kids, what their quirks would be, or if they would even have them at all?"

Katsuki's eyes popped open.

Where was this coming from?

"Maybe."

"Really? What do you think they would be like?" she asked with excitement, clearly elated with the idea.

"They'd have quirks, that's for damn sure."

"So you would be upset if they didn't?"

"I...don't know. I guess...I'd have some fuckin' soul searching to do. I'll be damned if I repeat my shit with Deku with my own fucking kids."

"Aw, seriously? You'd dig into your feels for them?"

"I guess, Pink Cheeks. Anything I make with you is bound to be perfect one way or another. They'll just be kickass at other shit." He sighed, turning over finally to stare at her, too awake to try to sleep just yet.

Her face looked so beautiful with the slight sheen of sweat around her temples, her hair plastered along her forehead. It was like seeing her come out of a fight, but more put together. Without a second thought, he moved forward and kissed her where the light of the moon was shining along her cheek and jaw.

Ochako's laugh came out like a soft melody of warm summer nights. "So…" she pushed him back a bit, looking into his increasingly perturbed crimson eyes. "Their quirks. You think it would be more...like yours, and sort of chemistry related, or more like mine and kind of physics related? Or both?"

"I don't fuckin' know! I guess...it would be cool if it was a little bit of both somehow, some sort of zero gravity explosion sort of thing."

"Ha! What if it was like, Zero Explosions!" She guffawed. Spreading her hands high above her toward the ceiling.

"Stop it. That's sounds lame. What is that even…"

"Like, they can absorb energy instead of taking away mass! So they can make your explosions but they do it because they're like...a black hole that shoots things back out that go into it! Oh my gosh! That's perfect! YES!"

"No. That sounds stupid. What about one where they can touch things and turn them into bombs, that would be fuckin' siiiick."

"Ugh, that sounds..."

"Fucking amazing. It's too late, that one wins."

"No, I don't like it."

"Well you don't get a fuckin' choice Round Face, I make whatever spawn I make. And it's a cold, cruel, world babe. May the best quirk win."

"Ugh, you're such a...competitive...piece of…"

"Hot ass, right?" he chuckled, leaning into her with wide eyes.

"No. I was gonna say turd."

He barked an unimpressed laugh, "Just say shit, Ochako. At this rate, our hypothetical brats will already have a more colorful vocabulary than you."

"Okay! Shit! I was gonna say you're a competitive piece of shit!" She huffed, turning over so that her back was to him.

"Niiiice!' Katsuki growled low, sliding over to wrap his arms around Ochako's waist. "I love it when you talk dirty."

"Ugh, Katsuki that's gross." She laughed out loud, as Katsuki kissed up her neck from behind, rubbing slow, gentle circles into her stomach.

"Mmmmm…"

"It's funny hearin' you say that shit. Plus, I like it when you try to put me in my place. You're not good at it, cause…"

"You're amazing, yes, I know."

"Exactly! Which is why you brought up makin' some kickass quirky little assholes, right?"

Ochako feigned indignance, scoffing, "Eh, it was just a hypothetical question." Trying to ignore Katsuki's ministrations along her tummy.

"No, I think not." He whispered, gently tugging on Ochako's earlobe with his teeth as his hand moved further south, fingers rubbing gently over her clit through her underwear.

"Katsuki…" he elicited from her mouth.

"Yeh..." he rubbed short circles, and pushed in like the press of a button, over the fabric, "say it again." He urged.

"Katsuki…what the hell are you doing?" Ochako said, desperately trying to cling to her sanity. She really had just been wondering and wanted to know what he thought.

A gentle sucking and lapping at her neck caused Ochako to moan, as he sighed out, "Rolling the dice."

"Huh?"

"Let's roll the dice, and see what we get." He offered, pressing his now very stiff dick against her ass, starting a gentle back and forth movement against her, making her blank.

"Are...are you sure?" Ochako gasped, pressing a hand to his to put a little more pressure against herself.

"Hell yeh. Things are going good, why not?" Katsuki breathed heavily, trying to stay steady against Ochako, his mind going off at the thought of making a baby with her.

"Oh." She responded, already losing her breath.

Katsuki brought his thumbs to her sides, gently nudging her underwear down the high hills of her hips, caressing her legs partway down before she pushed them the rest of the way.

Gripping himself, he slid his dick between her thighs, feeling the beginnings of her wetness building between the lips of her slit.

"Uh, ah…"

"I fuckin' know...you always feel so good before I even get inside." His rough voice rumbled into her shoulder, kissing and sucking, removing the strap of her tank top, being sure to leave small marks for her to hide later as he pumped between her legs.

The pressure was great, but he needed more. But he'd come soon if he didn't stop himself. Their soft sighs and murmurs echoed over the sounds of the fan.

"Wait, let me help you." She said, pulling away to push him onto his back, eliciting a deep groan from Katsuki, his eyes scrunched tight in frustration at the loss of heat and slippery happiness before she settled atop him, again sliding back and forth along his length before trying to go down to bring her mouth to him.

"You kidding? Not a chance," he growled out, grasping her hips to keep her in place, stopping her from going further. "We're not wastin' a drop." Katsuki hissed, putting a hand behind her neck and sitting up a bit to bring Ochako's lips to his.

Ochako smiled and kissed along the edges of his mouth, never letting him completely in, reveling in the electricity shooting from her chest to her belly, building up stronger with each touch of their skin or gentle flick of their tongues against the other.

"Already so wet Chako…" Katsuki noted the ease with which he slipped between her legs as he glided a hand up the flat plains of her stomach, caressing along her breasts. He gently kneaded and massaged them before kissing down her chin, pecking her collarbone and down her chest to take a nipple into his mouth.

"Oh, Katsuki, unh, ah, ah…" she breathed, bringing a hand to rub along the back of his neck while he gently sucked, making tiny circles with his tongue, switching to give both breasts his attention while she continued to rock on his lap.

"Want it yet?" His words came out on a harsh breath against her skin, pecking back up to taste her lips. He wanted to savor the slow burn of their touches and prayed she wanted to take it slow too so that everything lingered.

"Yes, ugh, want it...so much…" she sighed out.

Ochako reached beneath her, grabbing his dick to carefully guide it up into her.

Katsuki's chest heaved, sparks flying inside him as she slowly slipped the head of his dick between the lips of her vagina, his eyes closing in what felt like slow motion at the sucking heat pulling him in.

"Thank fuckin' god...ugh ah…" he rasped, wrapping his arms around to bring her down into him. In an instant, he rolled her onto her back and brought a hand to cup her ass as he laid flat against her. And placed his other arm above her head to relieve some of his weight from her.

"Katsuki, please, wanna make you feel good." Ochako moaned out, lifting her hips up to keep the pressure on her clit.

"'Tsalright, this ways better." To make a baby, he left out, too embarrassed at being fixated on the thought. His dick twitched inside her, and he started to move to relieve the tension building. Helping her movements as he pressed her into him everytime he started to pull out.

In and out, languid and heavy. Ochako felt Katsuki pushing in and maintaining contact, then felt the full width of him dragging out like it was protesting leaving the grasp of her. She wanted to cry out at the level of tenderness he was showing her.

"Ochako. I'm...gonna fill you soon baby. Okay?" He spoke into her ear, nuzzling her cheek, leaving short and sweet pecks against them as he continued pumping, feeling her hands explore his back and ass.

Ochako could barely nod. "Already?" she asked in her stupor, heart stuttering in anticipation at his words. She was used to him wanting to take his time, but play for longer and go harder.

But this was Katsuki making love because sometimes he still had a hard time saying it. She worked to meet his thrusts, to show him how much she needed him deep inside, "just like this." She absently mumbled out her thought.

"Yeh, 'stoo much. I can't…" Katsuki slurred, pressing his lips to hers again, tight, holding there and breathing into her as he dipped inside, basking in her grip as he pressed into her clit, hoping he was showing her everything he felt.

"Please Katsuki wanna feel it...inside...ugh," Ochako whispered, moving to kiss his neck.

Katsuki sucked in a breath through his teeth, wincing a bit as he held on, trying to stay inside her as long as possible.

Quickly he rose up on the hand above her, "Look at me." He commanded, her eyes catching his.

"Come for me, Chako. Please." He begged at the sight of her, his voice rough and low, his chest tightening as his dick throbbed for release.

"Unh, unh...oh…." she let out before going silent, eyes closing, panting at the sound of his voice guiding her as he sped up.

Her long lashes fluttered open again, and he roamed the soft skin of her face, small gasps and moans escaped her full lips while his thrusts made her eyes roll back with the weight of his hips against hers.

"Yes. Chako, yeh. Want you." he exhaled, "feels so good."

"So close. Don't stop." She begged in a panic as she wound up tight, hanging over the edge as he fucked her.

"Oh god. Chako, I want this so bad." He rasped, touching his nose to hers, leaving quick kisses as he concentrated on getting her there without blowing before her. "So fuckin' happy, wanna fill you up...begging…"

"Katsuki! Stay! Unh...coming, coming...I…" she stopped, legs stiffening, brows furrowed in focus, rubbing into him as she squeezed around his dick. "...needed this. Need you Katsuki." She added, hands balled into fists to pull him to her. The pressure exquisite in every way as she got off around him.

He snapped. "Uugh...fuck. I'm coming." Katsuki grunted, voice low and quiet as he shot into her, ramming her into the bed, trying to remember to breathe.

"Yes." He hissed, hips jerking, unable to quit rutting into his wife, emptying into her completely.

She continued taking him, the feel of him spilling inside caused a small short circuit, and Ochako's head muted all sound before he slowed to a stop.

Out of breath, Katsuki plopped down, rolling them onto their sides to keep from squishing her, and he kissed her without any sense of what was happening anymore, brushing her hair out of the way while she lay dazed.

"Ochako?" He huffed, teasing her mouth with nips to bring her back to him.

"We...did it." She said with a blank stare at the ceiling.

She didn't look as happy as he felt.

"Yeh, that a fuckin' problem?" Katsuki demanded, already apprehensive, his high spiraling down a bit at her vacant expression.

Slowly, Ochako's eyes began to dart around the room, a hint of brightness peeking through her glazed look.

"No." She had the gall to sound like he was the one being weird, "That was awesome." She said, lips slowly spreading into a wide smile, whites of her teeth on full display, her blush lingering at her use of the word 'fucking'.

"But…" her smile fell.

Katsuki's heart hit a snag. "What?! You're fucking freaking me out!" He snapped, staring at her in concern.

"I'm scared."

"Of what?"

"I really want this…" she said bashfully, "...a tiny person, a baby. With you. I...just...idunno, I'm worried about losing something we don't have yet."

"Shit, I love you." He blurted, falling into the crook of her neck as he recovered from her tiny rollercoaster of emotion.

She laughed, body shaking as he hugged her tight. "Love you too Katsuki. You're not worried?"

"Nah," he said, bringing a hand to her belly, carefully massaging over it with his thumb. "Even if it...doesn't…" he hesitated, not wanting to be pessimistic, "I'll still have you, Cheeks."

Not wanting him to feel self-conscious about his words, Ochako struggled to keep from tearing up, slowly turning on her other side and pulling his arm around to hold her belly again, as if touching it could keep it safe.

"Night Katsuki, sorry for waking you."

"Ha! Anytime Pink Cheeks." He yawned. "And don't go blabbin' to Deku and Half-n-Half and the rest of our garbage ass friends," he added, staring at the fan blades.

"I didn't say anything!"

"Yeh didn't have to, I know you. I don't want anyone knowing until we're sure."

"Ugh, fine...ass." She responded sleepily.

"Yep." He ended with a satisfied smirk before drifting off.

The whir of the fan lulled them to sleep.

Katsuki and Uraraka dreamed of light brown hair, puffy cheeks, and tiny finger pads, reaching out to say good morning.