What's One More Piece?

by EmeraldLight

Summary:

Part two of Izuku Midoriya's obsession with All Might's cum

Notes:

• For Stardind.

Chapter 1

“What the fuck, Deku!?”

“K-Kacchan!”

“Are you… Are you PREGNANT!?”

Midoriya squirmed a little, tugging the towel around his hips up a little higher, trying to hide the swell in his stomach. It wasn’t often that any of the heroes used the communal showers on the main floor of their building, but he and Bakugou had battled a villain in a field that had resulted in both of them being covered in mud.

So they opted to shower on the main level instead of tracking the mess upstairs.

Midoriya had just failed to remember that he was four months pregnant, with twins, when he had stripped off his muddy uniform and walked into the showers. Bakugou hadn’t noticed it going in, probably because he was focused on the mud, but he sure as hell noticed it now.

“Uh…” Midoriya offered a sheepish smile. “Yeah… I am.”

“WHAT THE FUCK, DEKU?!”

The speed at which Bakugou had him backed up against the cold tile of the locker room wall was almost startling, Midoriya’s eyes going wide as he was caged in with one of Bakugou’s arms on either side of him and red eyes narrowed. He wasn’t honestly sure what was going to happen, worried that opening his mouth was going to result in Bakugou punching him in the face, or exploding into a rage, all while the two of them were standing in nothing more than towels.

He wasn’t expecting one of Bakugou’s hands to withdraw from the wall and press against Midoriya’s already bulging stomach, his palm warm against Midoriya’s post-shower chilled skin. Crimson eyes softened and Bakugou held his hand there, watching his childhood friend with a look usually reserved for the times they spent the night together.

“Is it mine?”

Midoriya’s mind immediately kicked into hyperspeed, the implications of the question racing through his head and making his breath hitch. Obviously the twins weren’t Bakugou’s, but he was the only one who knew this. He had no reason to say otherwise, not with how often he and Bakugou wound up tumbling into bed together, especially after stressful villain encounters - sex was the best way to relieve stress, and while each had dabbled with other partners, they always came back to one another.

“Yeah… They are…”

Why not let Bakugou believe this? Midoriya had honestly planned on doing this alone. On making up some sort of lie regarding how he had gotten pregnant, and who the father was. Just some random fan, he would have said, though he had always wondered if that would be believable if the twins came out sporting Toshinori’s blonde hair. But now…

“They?” Bakugou frowned a little as his eyes tracked downwards to focus on the gentle swell that was already filling out his palm.

“Twins,” Midoriya nodded, offering a weak smile.

“Is that why you’re so big, already? How far along are you?”

“Uh… about four months…” Midoriya caught himself before giving the much more specific date of his pregnancy - he wasn’t tracking it by the /day/, don’t be silly.

Bakugou lapsed into silence as he leaned his head forward and rested it against Midoriya’s shoulder, the blonde standing only a few inches shorter. He couldn’t bring himself to take his eyes away from the place where ‘his’ children were growing, gently rubbing his thumb against the stretching skin. He wanted to yell at the green eyed man, to lecture him about fighting villains while pregnant, but instead the words he blurted out were unexpected:

“Marry me.”

And they did.

Bakugou wanted nothing more than to take care of the man carrying his children, and Midoriya basked in the knowledge that there would never be any reason for anyone to suspect he was carrying anything but Bakugou’s kids.

First he finally got to be with the first man who ever captured his heart, and now he got to spend the rest of his life with the second one.

This was perfect.

*****

Midoriya was happy to have his friends so easily accept his pregnancy, and while they were somewhat unnerved by the fact that he and Bakugou were married the same day Bakugou had found out about the pregnancy, no one argued against it.

Taking care of the mother of your unborn children was manly, Kirishima declared, and he dared anyone around them to say otherwise. Including the media.

Because the press was all over the relationship between Deku and Great Explosion Murder God Dynamite.

Toshinori seemed the most surprised, mostly because he felt Midoriya was someone who always talked to him about anything and everything, but seeing his protege smiling and happy was worth it. Even if it meant that Midoriya had to step back from his hero duties while his stomach continued to grow. He had absolutely no memory of the anniversary celebration past his first drink.

It did, however, mean that Midoriya and Toshinori spent even more time together, and Midoriya happily let himself indulge in how domestic everything felt, letting himself pretend that Toshinori knew the twins were his and that they were a couple, instead of himself and Bakugou.

Bakugou wasn’t a subpar husband, not by any means, and the blonde certainly enjoyed the way Midoriya’s sex drive had skyrocketed with his pregnancy. The rate at which the two were having sex was astounding and they had been discovered in a wide variety of places, including but not limited to: Midoriya being bent over his desk while Bakugou fucked into him hard and fast, Bakugou laying on said office couch while Midoriya rode him hard enough to make the couch creak in protest, and copious amounts of locker room shower sex.

*****

Giving birth was the moment of truth for Midoriya, the large, green haired man settled onto a hospital bed as the big event rushed towards him. Now was the time where he would find out if his sons were going to come out looking like him, like Toshinori, or like a combination of the two of them. The biggest tell was going to be if the twins had blue eyes.

“Are you nervous?” Bakugou asked, pushing back a strand of Midoriya’s shaggy green hair as he watched each contraction ripple through his husband. It was only in private that he allowed himself to be soft like this, to show just how much he truly loved the man who had gone through so much with him.

“A bit,” Midoriya admitted, smiling easily. “But I know it’s going to be okay. They were unexpected, but they aren’t unwanted.”

“Fuck no, they aren’t,” Bakugou snorted, trailing his fingers along Midoriya’s jaw.

“I love you, Kacchan.”

And he did. Midoriya really did. Just like he loved Toshinori. He loved Bakugou with his entire heart and soul and while he had never even considered /dreaming/ about being with him like this, he was glad it had turned out the way it had. If the twins hadn’t been Toshinori’s, Midoriya would happily admit he would want them to be Bakugou’s. There was no one else for him.

“Stupid Deku.” Bakugou offered another small smile, leaning down and kissing the other man soft and slow. “I love you, too.”

The strange birth canal that made an appearance on males with the male-pregnancy quirk made giving birth easier, in a way, than having to undergo surgery. Bakugou had watched as what had started as a thin, discolored line on the underside of Midoriya’s growing stomach had turned into something akin to a thick scar, and was now splitting open to allow his lover to give birth. He grit his teeth as Midoriya clutched at his hand so hard that the bones began to shift a little, but Bakugou wasn’t going to let go unless Midoriya let go first.

All at once it felt like the pushing process took way too much time and no time at all, the start of a new chapter of their lives making their way into the world, slick and screaming. Two perfectly healthy baby boys rested against Midoriya’s chest, the green haired man flushed and exhausted and yet he still smiled down at the unhappy infants he had been presented with.

“They’re so small,” Bakugou mumbled, reaching out to very gently touch the back of one of the boys’ heads, shock and awe clear in the tone of his voice. Midoriya agreed, commenting on how they had felt much larger when they were inside of him.

“Two blondies,” the nurse commented with a smile, having let the new family bond for a few minutes before she and another nurse, as well as the doctor, moved the twins away to be assessed.

“Of course they’re going to look like me,” Bakugou preened, though his smug look faltered when the nurse stated that both boys had green eyes.

“A perfect combination of the two of you,” the doctor chuckled, glancing over his shoulder.

Midoriya thanked the universe that his boys hadn’t been born with blue eyes, even if he had planned to simply blame it on his father’s genetics.

Chapter 2

The twins, Daisuke and Sasuke Bakugou, were around four months old when the sixth anniversary of the One For All agency arrived, and with it, all the heroes and paparazzi that were allowed to fit in the horseshoe shaped area.

Bakugou was proudly showing off his sons before the big dinner kicked off, and before the alcohol began to flow, leaving Midoriya to roam around in search of the special guest he had made sure to invite. He knew his husband was preening under the attention, happily informing everyone who would listen all about his beautiful twin boys and how they were going to be the next number one heroes.

Oh yes, they were going to share the spot.

“Your sons are beautiful, Mr. Deku.”

There she was - the lovely, amazing, glorious young woman who had made all of Midoriya’s dreams come true just one short year ago. And now they stood face to face once more, and Midoriya couldn’t help the smile that bloomed on his face.

“I was hoping you would come!” he told her, finding himself rocking on his toes once again, just like the last time.

“Well, I couldn’t turn down an invitation from one of the top heroes,” she told him, glancing over his shoulder to where Bakugou and the twins, wrapped up in a stroller, were surrounded by people. “Besides, I also couldn’t pass up a chance to see the children I had a hand in making.”

“They really are here because of you,” Midoriya agreed. “You’ve made us incredibly happy, I hope you know that.”

“That’s why I do what I do, Mr. Deku.” The young woman wasn’t new to helping couples get pregnant, but Midoriya was still the only hero (currently) that she had ever assisted, and she took pride in knowing that the next generation of heroes was because of her.

“I was hoping you could do it again.”

“What?” The woman frowned a little, looking Midoriya up and down. “Again?”

“Well, you said it was a once-a-year thing,” Midoriya said, clearing his throat. “And with the leap year, it’s been three hundred and sixty six days since I had the quirk, and B-uh… Dynamite would really like to have more kids, like, sooner rather than later, so the kids aren’t that far apart, and I feel like it would be a fun tradition, you know? Having our kids conceived on the anniversary, and such.”

Midoriya knew he was rambling again, not that it was uncommon, but just like the first time, he worried that the woman standing in front of him would turn him down. Sure, he really should wait longer, but Toshinori was on such a steady downhill decline that he didn’t think the man was going to last much longer… and Midoriya really wanted to get pregnant again.

He wanted another piece of his idol.

He wanted a final piece of All Might.

“You really should wait a bit longer,” the young woman said, shifting somewhat uncomfortably on her feet. “Pregnancy really taxes your body, as I’m sure you know. And you’ve only just returned to hero work, so if you get pregnant again, you’ll have to stop again.”

“I know,” Midoriya said. “But I’d appreciate if you agreed. We really want this.”

As with the first time, more time than he would have liked ticked past as Midoriya watched the woman consider his request, but then she was reaching out towards him and taking his hand.

“This is the last time I’m going to do this for you, Mr. Deku,” she said with a firm voice, her face firm as she stared up at the pro hero. “I don’t want to be responsible for ending the career of someone hand chosen by All Might to become a hero.”

“I won’t ask again,” Midoriya assured her, enjoying the warmth that pooled in the depths of his stomach, knowing exactly what was going on with his body.

This time he had planned everything out with much more precision, the green haired man abstaining from sex with his husband for the last week, not wanting to risk any sort of cross-contamination of sperm. He played it off as being too tired from his hero work, from being out of shape after being off for so long, and Bakugou had backed off respectfully, stating he would give Midoriya as much time as he needed to get back into his groove.

Once more he was taking care of Toshinori, the man the weakest and most fragile that Midoriya had ever seen him. Toshinori was wheelchair bound as his body continued to eat away at itself, finally succumbing to malnutrition and the exhaustion that came with slowly dying. And yet Midoriya was still at his side, day and night, even with infant children and his hero work taking up most of his time.

“I really shouldn’t be drinking,” Toshinori chuckled, accepting the Shōchū that Midoriya had pressed into his hand. “I still don’t remember last years party.”

Midoriya laughed in response, though his was probably a bit more giddy than it should have been. It had been a relief to know that Toshinori had zero idea what had happened to him and Midoriya fully planned on taking advantage of that once again.

“That’s why you have me, All Might,” he told the older man, reaching out to gently pat his knee. “One last big hurrah, yeah? I promise I won’t let you do anything stupid.”

Passing out in his wheelchair as Midoriya wheeled him back to his room didn’t count as something stupid Midoriya told him as he pushed said chair down the hallway to Toshinori’s room. It just meant that he had been enjoying himself just a little too much, but don’t worry, Midoriya would take care of him, just like last time.

And just like last time, Midoriya’s gentle hands worked to lovingly remove Toshinori’s perfectly pressed dress shirt, stroking his fingers along the scarred and puckered skin around the older man’s disfiguring torso wound.

Just like last time, Midoriya slid his hands over thighs that had once been thick and muscled, thighs that crushed the head and throats of many a villain, and thighs that Midoriya had imagined crushing his own head.

For what would be the last time, Midoriya divested Toshinori of his shoes, socks, pants, and underwear, drinking in the sight of the sickly man spread over his royal blue sheets. Toshinori never looked sickly, or broken, or frail, to Midoriya, not even now as the man rapidly approached the end of his life. Even now as he was bound to a wheelchair and sometimes needed help to get in and out of it.

Blue eyes were closed as Midoriya worked his pants off, the younger man not at all worried about being caught doing what he was about to do. No one had looked twice at him taking Toshinori back to his room, and no one was going to come looking for them. And if they wondered where he had been, it wouldn’t be hard to pass it off as Toshinori needing additional help to get changed and get into bed.

Unlike last time, Midoriya opted to take his time, spreading Toshinori’s slender legs and laying himself out between them so he could take the tall man’s soft length into his mouth. Even in his current state, Toshinori was still thick and heavy on Midoriya’s tongue, the young man moaning openly as he worked his tongue against the soft skin. Not one centimeter was left untouched by his slick, pink appendage, and when Toshinori started getting hard, Midoriya began to bob his head.

Every moment, every action, is drawn out as Midoriya works to take Toshinori deeper and deeper, swallowing around the thick cock and coaxing out as much precum as he could. The taste flooded over his tongue and made green eyes roll a little, Midoriya grinding his naked hips against the silky bedsheets as he pulled off Toshinori’s length until just the head remained in his eager mouth. He wasn’t going to waste this chance to taste his beloved All Might in such a way.

“You never cease to amaze me, All Might,” Midoriya moaned, releasing Toshinori with a wet smack. Unsurprisingly the older man gave no response, but that didn’t deter Midoriya in any way. He simply moved himself to rest, carefully this time, on Toshinori’s bony hips, reaching behind himself to grasp that thick, leaking cock he was so addicted to.

While the first time had been hard and fast, Midoriya couldn’t chance hurting Toshinori, so this time he sank down slowly on the man who was about to impregnate him a second time. He swirled his hips with gentle motions, strong thighs keeping himself from putting any real weight on Toshinori, though the sensation was still more than enough to make him moan.

“You feel just as amazing as the first time,” Midoriya almost whispered, letting his head fall back as he ghosted his hands down his own chest, feeling hard muscle through the portion of his hero uniform that he still wore. While pregnant he had become quite skilled with using his internal muscles to bring Bakugou off while he was simply sitting on his husband’s cock, too big to be bouncing around, and now he was using that skill on Toshinori.

Wrapping one hand around his leaking cock, Midoriya stroked himself quickly, soft moans escaping him as he rocked carefully. He still wanted to draw this moment out, and he knew his thighs were more than strong enough, but there was still enough of his brain left to caution him against jostling Toshinori too much.

“That’s it,” he smiled, shifting so he was leaning forward, letting his head hang that way. He could feel the way Toshinori was throbbing inside him, twitching and leaking as Midoriya carefully slid up and down the thick length.

“I’m going to have your baby again, All Might,” he said, clenching and releasing around the man’s cock, milking him again and again. “All you need to do is put your seed in me one more time…”

Green eyes flew open when Midoriya suddenly felt two large hands settle on his hips, and he gasped as they locked on Toshinori’s blue ones.

“Midoriya…”

The younger man couldn’t figure out if it was a happy comment, or one of confusion, but when Toshinori made no attempt to actually stop his hips from moving, Midoriya kept rocking himself. Being able to look his mentor in the eyes, to see the flickers of life there - was that arousal? - was doing everything for Midoriya. The hand on his cock sped up and he braced his other one to the side of Toshinori, giving himself more stability as he moved a bit faster.

“Breed me,” he begged, and he would easily admit he was begging. “Please, All Might. Put your baby inside me again.”

“Again…?” This time it was a question, and Midoriya nodded quickly.

“The twins,” he told him. “They’re yours.”

He expected Toshinori to be angry, to ask how it happened, but apparently the fact that he had knocked up the boy he had been mentoring for nearly ten years excited the older man. Maybe he had even quickly realized how it had happened the first time, but there wasn’t really time to think about it. With a low groan, Toshinori was arching weakly against the bed, pulling Midoriya down as best he could as he spilled within the younger man.

“Yes! All Might, yes!” Midoriya cried, feeling the wet heat flood inside him, the sensation making him cum as well, splattering over Toshinori’s chest. Even in his blissed out state, Midoriya was very careful not to slump forward, not wanting to crush the man under him, even as he shuddered through the intense pleasure wracking his body.

With a happy moan, Midoriya slumped to the side, panting as his hole clenched around nothing, both because it was no longer filled with cock and because Midoriya didn’t want to chance any of Toshinori’s cum escaping him.

The two lay like that, panting and catching their breath while their heart rates slowly went back to normal, and then Midoriya cleaned Toshinori lovingly and dressed him in his favorite silk pajamas.

“They’re really mine?” Toshinori asked, his voice laced with exhaustion.

“Yes,” Midoriya answered honestly.

“Good to know my line will live on,” the blonde chuckled weakly, even as his eyes slipped closed. “I assume it happened this time last year?”

“Yeah…”

“Does Bakugou know?”

“Uh… no…”

“That’s probably for the best,” Toshinori sighed, letting Midoriya tuck him under the covers. “He loves you dearly, and loves those precious baby boys. I worry to think what he would do if he knew you lied to him… But at least you aren’t raising them on your own.”

“Kacchan is good to me, All Might. I love him.”

“I wonder…” Toshinori opened his eyes just a little, glancing at the green haired man. “What’s going to happen with their quirks.”

“Their quirks?”

“We’re two formerly quirkless people, Midoriya. I wonder what the chances are that any of your children will have a quirk at all.”

Midoriya hadn’t thought about that.

Fuck.

*****

Toshinori was found dead the next morning, his heart apparently having given out sometime in the night.

A part of Midoriya would forever feel guilt for being the one who (nearly) fucked former number one hero All Might to death.

*****

Bakugou is somewhat surprised, but still elated, when Midoriya announces that he’s pregnant again. The blonde was worried, just like the woman with the pregnancy-giving quirk, that getting pregnant again so soon after Daisuke and Sasuke were born would tax Midoriya’s system, but his green haired husband waved him off with a bright smile. His first pregnancy had been flawless and he had no doubt that this one would as well.

Neither of them had expected to be graced with twins again.

Neither of them were surprised when they came out blonde again… but they weren’t expecting the color of their eyes - one green, one a shocking blue.

It took everything Midoriya had to convince his beloved husband that his absentee father - Hisashi Midoriya - had bright blue eyes and that clearly his genetics were rearing their heads.

Regardless, Toshiro and Izumi Midoriya were loved without exception, and eventually the world would come to know the names of the four sons of heroes Deku and Dynamite.

Notes:

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Series this work belongs to:

• Part 2 of Mine, All Mine