Wanna go on vacation too đ But I can't find any Kirishima to join me...
I donât have finer points worked out yet, but I needed to share anyway.
Imagine you and Kiri go on this extensive vacation as friends. Youâre both single and want to travel but donât wanna go alone, so, together it is. But after some fun events and thrilling adventures in brand new places, he gets a little too caught up in the moment and kisses you.
Heâs worried heâs ruined everything but you assure him itâs more than okay. Kissing him back and he feels a little better about it.
Weeks pass and you two hold hands, steal kisses, and have even had a steamy make out or two but nothing more. Both too worried thatâll cross some friendship line (even though both of you are already so far past the point of just friendsâyou just wonât admit it yet).
But, one night youâre someplace warm and tropical, in this outdoor club with him and you both have plenty of liquid courage surging through your bodies. Youâre on the dance floor, grinding up against him. Heâs got his white linen shirt open and it looks so damn good against his sun kissed skin you canât help but run your hands all over him.
Heâs just a man though, and he can only handle so much. When he reaches his limit, he grabs you by the hips and yanks you flush against him. His heated words across your neck make you freeze for a moment. âI know weâre just supposed to be friends, but if you keep dancinâ on me like this, Iâm gonna fuck you like youâre mine.â
When your brain processes exactly what he said, you respond by pushing your ass harder against him, against his incredibly stiff cock that you alone caused. Your arms loop up and around his neck to keep him close. âOh really? Well, why donât you prove it, big guy?â
Iâm just saying⊠thereâs no way we would even make it back to the hotel roomâŠ
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rich boy gojo getting all pouty you spent the day with his mom instead of him so you cheer him up by letting him fuck you in the dress she bought you while you were out đ„ș
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tags: nsfw 18+, fem! reader, unprotected sex, creampie, clothed sex, gojo calls you âpretty girlâ
notes: the return of rich boy gojo !! after exactly one month
âyou said it wouldnât take long,â gojo pouts, turning to look at you with crossed arms from his spot on his bed as you walk into his room, âyou said youâd be back inââ he pauses, mouth still open from stopping mid sentence as he stares at you, taking you in, raking his eyes up and down your figure from top to bottom.
you giggle, doing a little spin for show, just to make sure he sees all the angles.
âsorry, i got a little carried away with trying on dresses. do you like it?â you ask. he gulps, eyes still lingering on the way it hugs every inch and every curve of your body, eyeing the way you look so good.
suddenly, he doesnât think heâs too upset you spent the day without him anymore.
âlike it?â he asks, âthink i more than like it.â his legs instantly spread as you make your way between them, arms instinctively wrapping around your waist while your hands lose themselves into his hair, âdid my mom get you this?â
âmhm,â you hum, pecking his lips (well, it was supposed to be a peck, but he deepens it into a kissâhe thinks itâs fair, heâs been very attention deprived all day after all.)
âremind me to thank her later,â he breathes, burying his face into your belly, inhaling deeply, âplease tell me i get to fuck you in this,â his voice is muffled, but you still hear clearly, rolling your eyes and clicking your teeth.
âtoru, this is my new dressââ
âiâll be carefulââ
âyou said that at suguruâs party,â you scowl, âi loved that dress.â
âi got you a new one,â he whines, chin propping against you as he stares up at you with pleading eyes. âplease baby? i missed you all day. let me show you,â he pouts deeper, and even though it shouldnât, it makes your resolve waver.
you almost cave, almost want it as badly as he does, but someone has to be the responsible one of the two of you, and most times it doesnât fall on gojo to take the role.
âbut your mother is homeââ
âsheâs down stairs, she wonât hear a thing,â he murmurs, placing kisses along your waist through the fabric of your dress. itâs expensive, probably the most expensive thing youâve let anyone indulge you in, and you canât help but huff as you stare at the careful stitching.
âbut my dressââ
âiâll buy you a new one if i ruin itâwhich i wont,â he adds, âiâll buy you the whole fucking store, baby. whatever you want, i got it.â
you bite your lip, tryingâand failingâto ignore the way his hand rubbing up and down your sides is making your head spin before ultimately sighing and giving him a weak glare.
âfine, but if your rip my dress, iâm breaking up with you.â
bingo, he thinks, smirking as his arm hooks under your knees and pulls you onto the mattress.
âfuck, youâre so pretty,â he says, voice husky as he whispers against your ear, âcanât believe youâre mine. all mine,â a kiss to your neck, âonly me,â a kiss to your jaw, âall this for me, right?â one soft, barely-there kiss to your lips that has you chasing after him as he pulls away, making him chuckle lowly.
âsatoru,â you huff, grabbing his shirt and pulling him down, kissing him deeper as he groans into your mouth. your arms wrap around his neck, and his hands move to grip your waist, gently pulling the skirt of your dress up until he can pull your underwear down to your ankles. âwe donât have time for that,â you hiss as he moves to bury his face between your legs, âdinner is gonna be ready soon, and your mom is gonna come up here to callââ
âi donât want that for dinner. i want thisâow,â he whines, rubbing his shoulder as you shove it with a scowl. âmost people are really turned on when their boyfriends like to eat them out,â he mumbles.
ânext time,â you promise, and he huffs in defeat, letting you pull him back into a kiss as your hands move to reach past his waistband and pull out his stiff length. he groans as you smear the pre cum around his tip, stroking him a few times as he buries his face into your neck.
âfuckâneed to be in you,â he mutters, voice desperate as he plants hot kisses along your jaw and down your neck, âthis dress was fucking made for you, and you were made for me,â he grunts, cock inching its way past your slick folds little by little. you whimper, hands lacing with his as he lets out a deep groan into the crook of your neck.
ât-toru,â you stutter, whining softly as he sets a slow pace, hips bumping against yours with every thrust, âso full,â you gasp, feeling his cock bury itself deep into your walls.
âyeah?â he chuckles, letting out a soft moan as you clamp down on his aching length, tip red and weeping with pre cum still. âfeel that? feel me? gonna mold this pussy so no one but me fits,â he whispers against your ear, and you moan as his thumb finds your clit, rubbing circles as his pace picks up.
âm-more,â you whine, legs wrapping around him as his hips slam into you, his tip kissing the sweet spot that makes your back arch and your eyes squeeze shut.
âwhatâs that?â he laughs, and if you werenât so busy clinging to him, voice breaking off into wanton moans, youâd have cursed him for being so smug, âneed more? thought you wanted me to be careful, pretty girl.â
âp-please toru, âm close,â you whimper, grasping at his shirt as his breath gets ragged, panting into your neck. his cock twitches, and his thumb works your clit faster as he bullies his stiff length in and out of you.
âme too, fuck âm close. pussy was made for me, mine, youâre all mine,â he rambles, âgonna buy you the whole damn store just so i can fuck you in every dress, yeah? want that?â
all you can do is gasp, choking on a cry as you cum around his cock, walls spasming around him as he lets out a deep, guttural groan.
âg-god, toru,â you moan, âso good.â
âthatâs it, sweetheartâfuck, gonna make me cum.â and he does, head falling to your chest, your hands cradling his head as he lets out a low whine, slamming into you and riding out his own high. he paints your walls white, thick spurts of cum shooting past his tip as he lets out a string of curses. âfuck, fuck, fuckâi love you, baby.â
he collapses over you, your arms wrapping around him tightly as you both catch your breaths, panting harshly while your fingers weakly thread through his sweaty locks.
âbetter go clean me up before this mess gets on my new dress,â you mutter, making his head dig deeper into your neck.
âcanât a guy just cuddle in peace,â he pouts, âso mean all the time.â giggling, you plant a sweet kiss to the side of his head, making him smile softly against your skin.
âi love you too, by the way,â you murmur, and gojo thinks heâll regularly take you dress shopping from now on if it ends like this.
â
BONUS:
âdo you like hanging out with my mom better, or me? be honest,â gojo prods at your shoulder, making you groan as you swat at his chest.
âiâm trying to sleep, satoru.â
âjust answer.â
âyour mom. youâre annoying,â you mutter, settling comfortably against his chest once more and closing your eyes. he pouts, staring down at you in disbelief.
âbutââ
âgoodnight.â
mama gojo >>> boyfriend gojo
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Awake?
When the bnha boys are asleep
- an alternative to Asleep? -
Contains: hawks, dabi, aizawa, kiri, x gn!reader
Warnings: soft boys soft boys, âdollâ
â Masterlist â
Hawks is a busy man, flying all around the city fighting injustices all day. He had done more than some veteran heroes do, earning him the title of âthe man thatâs too fast.â However, the things he had seen do scar and traumatize him sometimes, resulting in his consistent nightmares. Which is why he cherishes every night that did not have nightmares.
You know about your boyfriendâs nightmares, so a smile reached your face when you saw him sleeping with a rare relaxed expression. With his vermilion wings spread, the only empty space on the king-sized bed was in his arms. Although you planned to crawl in without disturbing him, his keen senses already stirred him awake at the sound of your soft footsteps.
âYer finally home birdy, I missed you at Wednesday Wingsday.â
âM sorry Keigo, there was an attack at the metro when I was coming back. Had to stop several trains and it was a mess.â
You sighed as you changed into your pajamas, careful to not touch the new bandages.
âWe can always order delivery, you still wanna do Wingsday? I still have the coupon for KFC wings.â
ââŠnah. Comeâere let me hold my love.â
You shined another smile at him, joining him in the bed. Hawks always gave you a special feel. Maybe itâs the way he held your head impossibly close to his chest, maybe itâs the sweet smell you inhale as you cuddled into his embrace, or maybe itâs his chicken addiction. You didnât know, but loving him the way he does to you was all you needed as the city continued rushing on this fine Wednesday night.
Dabi lived a miserable life, but ever since you joined, things had been going better for him. For example, he gets to sleep comfortably in the safety of your apartment. Some nights, like this rainy one, you would find Dabi peacefully sleeping on your couch with your shirt on a pillow. The couch isnât necessarily comfortable, but he missed you while you were at work so the faint scent of you companied him and eventually lured him to sleep.
A smile crept up your face at the scene, eyes taking in the sight. With soft footsteps, you reached the side of the couch and caressed Dabiâs cheeks. He stirred awake at the tender fingers across his scars, making his eyes slowly open.
âHey sleepyhead.â
His heart fluttered at your gentle grin as he returned the expression. Dabi reached his hands for yours, heart fluttering when your fingers curled around his. Everyday he prayed that youâre real, that youâre not some fairytale daydream of his, and the firm grip on his hand always told him that youâre here.
âCâmere doll.â
He lazily opened his arms for you to climb in and you gladly joined. With an arm around your torso, Dabi buried his face into your neck. Your scent filled his senses, he felt his eyes slowly lidding again as he smiled into your skin. A soft âI love youâ was the last thing he heard before he drifted off in your embrace.
âAizawa? You in here?â
You called into the teacherâs lounge, hoping to find your sleep deprived colleague in here to talk about class plans.
âActually, Shotaâs napping right now. See that yellow worm in that corner? Thatâs him.â
Present Mic pointed to a yellow sleeping bag with gentle snores coming out of it, making you smile.
âIâm gonna go grab lunch with Nemuri, feel free to join if youâd like!â
Mic said before closing the door, leaving you and Aizawa in the room alone. You walked to his corner before sitting down next to him. He seemed to wake up, mumbling something about ânot now Hizashiâ as he turned around to face the wall.
âAizawa?â
He blanked, not responding until he realized itâs you.
âY/n? I thought youâre eating lunch with Hizashi and Nemuri today.â
Aizawa sat up slowly and turned to face you at an equal height.
âWell you asked me to discuss next weekâs teaching plans, and youâre⊠yea.â
He huffed at the thought of work before he had an idea.
âI think I have a better thing to discuss now. You wanna join me in here?â
You were tutoring Kirishima for the next test, but you realized halfway you forgot to bring your notebook.
âIâll wait, you can go get it!â
That was what he said, but youâre now facing him asleep cuddling his shark plushie. You put the study materials from his bed back on his desk before turning off the lights in his room. While you were debating whether to join him or wake him up, he murmured into his plushie âY/nnnâ while kissing it softly. Your heart raced at this, he must be dreaming about me. With that, you gently opened his blanket to crawl into his warmth. Kirishimaâs eyes opened slowly when the bed dipped, surprised to find you so close to him.
âKiri is Mr. Manly better to cuddle than I am?â
He blushed at the mention of his plushie, placing it behind him as he opened his arms for you.
âYou wanna cuddle so I can compare?â
His voice, although stitched with sleep, had the same sweet tone you fell for. You smiled before climbing into his embrace and rest your head on his chest. Kirishima soon returned to dreamland, only with you joining him this time.
Authorâs notes: I originally had Mirio too but I scratched that idea for now
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Having a sleepover with your best friend, Katsuki, and he wakes up to the sound of you moaning his name in your sleep. So he decides to give you a nice little surprise and wake you up to him eating you out. When you wake up, you let out a little gasp and grip his hair and whine his name in a questioning tone so he just gently shushes you, "its okay, pretty baby, I heard ya moanin' my name. I know you want this, now be a good girl and cum on my tongue" <3
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Mitsuki is delighted when Katsuki starts taking time out of his day to visit more often, especially now that heâs all grown up and has a home of his own.
He always seems to show up at the most inopportune times though, but she understands that pro-heros are very busy and have hectic schedules.
However, can he not keep coming round when sheâs working from her home office studio? Sheâs been having to cut her meetings short since he decided he actually wants to spend time with her, that could very well be the first time in his life without being forced.
Sheâs boiling the kettle, and looks over to see him staring across the kitchen table. Not at her though; not to make sure she put in the right amount of sugar and milk in his tea - sheâs been making it just how he likes since she popped him out and filled his bottle with the milky concoction - but thatâs never stopped him from finding something to complain about.
And everything clicks into place. How heâs toned down the language, how heâs more considerate, asking about her day and new projects sheâs taking on at work, even volunteering himself to be sponsored by the company, or wearing her latest creation to the next hero event.
No, her son is not looking at her, but at the pretty intern she took on a few weeks ago.
It hurts a little to know sheâs not the motivation for his visits, yet she canât help but be intrigued to see the way he watches with genuine interest as you flick through some fabric samples, and asking his opinion on what pattern would look best for the dress youâve sketched out for the upcoming summer line.
She finishes stirring, tapping the spoon against the cup and places it before you.
âThank you, Bakugou-sensei,â you smile, wrapping a hand around the warm beverage.
Mitsuki raises an eyebrow at Katsuki as she places his cup in front of him, and sees the blush painting his cheeks when he realises heâs been caught.
What tops it off though, is the small rumble of, âThanks, Mum,â leaving his mouth.
And Mitsuki finds she okay that sheâs not the reason heâs come.
No, all that matters is that heâs here.
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bakugou loves all three of his daughters, he thinks theyâre the perfect mix of you and him even if they get a bit of their attitude from him and they all insist on wearing some variation of pink or blue or yellow instead of sporting his color scheme to represent him.
he really wants to try for a boy though.
one night he comes home late from a shift, almost past midnight, and heâs sure to quietly sneak into his daugtersâ rooms and kiss them all on the forehead as they sleep. another day of making sure his city is safe and another day of him coming home in one piece to his family. and of course the last girl in the house to get a kiss from him is his pretty wife, and you naturally wake up to him coming through the door.
âiâm home babyâŠâ he mumbles as he drops his work bag on the floor and makes his way to you. when you reach out to hug him, all tension drops from his body and he leans into you. he hugs you back and his face nestles in between your tits. heâs quiet for a little bit, just wanting to appreciate the homey silence of his daughters sleeping safe and sound down the hallway and your presence soothes him after a long shift at his agency.
âwelcome back katsuki.â you whisper lovingly to him, rubbing your hand over his back and your fingers threading through his hair to scratch at his scalp.
itâs such an innocent gesture, itâs more meant to comfort him than anything, but itâs been a while since you and him have been intimate so he canât help that blood rushes to his cock and makes him hard. what with his full time career that sometimes goes into overtime along with balancing time with his family, you and bakugou are lucky to sometimes have a quickie before hurriedly fixing up your appearance so that your daughters are none the wiser to mama and papaâs antics.
âlet me clean you up, yeah?â you offer to your husband, guiding him to the en suite despite your own body feeling lethargic. you warm the shower to his preferred temperature while bakugou peels his clothes off and throws them in the laundry hamper. you hear the soft groans coming from him and you know that itâs because he feels tired and weary, but the only thought that occurs to you when you glance back is that maybe this the time to finally be intimate with your husband-
no, heâs tired and he needs to rest after a long day.
you reprimand yourself internally for having lewd thought of your husband when he just came home from work. but when bakugou calls out with a gruff âheyâ, you turn around to see his cock hard against his stomach and are relieved that heâs on the same page as you.
thereâs plenty of space between your bedroom and the kids, so you donât really worry how bakugou fucks you from behind and how your skin slaps against his. but he does keep one hand covered over your mouth as he fucks with desperation, heâs practically got you in a hug with your back pressed to his chest and his own huffing breaths right there next to your ear. âlook at you pretty mama⊠fuck, iâm so damn blessed to have youâŠâ
blessed, itâs such a lovely word to describe being married to you.
with his hand over your mouth, he barely hears out the muffled, âlove youâŠâ
his other hand roams over your tummy, over the scars from your belly carrying his daughters to term and making his life even better with kids. he loves them even though you express a bit of insecurity every once in a while; it was beautiful to watch you glow with pregnancy and embrace motherhood. he wants it all over again and he asks, âi wanna try for another, letâs try for a boy. that okay with you?â
maybe the best time to ask for another baby isnât while heâs balls deep inside you and youâre blissed out from already cumming on his cock, but you vigorously nod your head in answer to his question. you pull his hand off your mouth and beg him to fuck you, âmm-hmm! yeah, wanna have ânother baby with you tsuki! fill me up with your cum-â
his hand clamps over your mouth again, hissing in your ear to keep quiet. âyouâre a ma now, remember? so no sounding like a filthy whore while our girls are sleeping in the house, be more dignified than that.â
itâs not really a reprimand, he actually loves it and he likes finding any opportunity to degrade you when the two of you do get to have sex. he canât count the amount of times when he called you a âuseless bitch thatâs only good for quickiesâ just so that you and him can cum hard together fast and then clean up just as quickly so that the girls can get dressed on time for school.
itâs been a hot minute since heâs been able to say all the things he wants to say, he couldnât risk it with his daughters so nearby.
but in the middle of the night while in the shower? seems like a pretty safe bet.
so even when he cums in you inside the shower, he still has more to say when he fucks you again on the bathroom countertop. he pounds his cock into your cunt while telling you, âyouâre nothinâ but a whore that begs for cock.â but heâs more loving with his words when he takes you to bed and slips his cock in your pussy again.
bakugou canât help but chuckle over how he went from âstupid, dumb cumslutâ to âmy pretty wifeâ in just the span of⊠he doesnât remember.
heâs too tired to keep track of how much time has passed.
but heâs not too tired to ask after you and him get under the covers of the king sized bed, âyou really wanna try for a boy with me? i donât wanna pressure you, i know weâve got our hands full sometimes with the girls.â
even after you confirm that youâd like to try for another baby, bakugou still asks you three more times if youâre really sure before you and him finally kiss goodnight.
your fourth pregnancy ends up in you having another girl, but bakugou has no complaints. you and all the girls are happy and healthy and he decides that itâs just meant to be that he lives in a household that is ruled by girls.
three years pass after your fourth baby, when youâve already been on birth control to prevent any more pregnancies, itâs a happy accident that you present to your husband a sonogram and your daughters yelling, âsurprise papa!â
and this last time, bakugou hushes all the girls who crowd around him with the little bundle in his arms and you fast asleep in the hospital bed after the labor, his son looks up in curiosity while his big sisters all quietly introduce themselves.
bakugou is happy, not just because he finally got his son, but having a family with you is more than he could have ever asked for. but he canât help joking to his son that snoozes quietly after being breastfed, âyou and me bud, gotta fend for ourselves against your ma and your sisters.â
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Warnings: female reader, pregnancy, swearing, babies mentioned, hormones, some fluff that came to mind today
Sending Bakugou to go on patrol even though you're heavily pregnant, feet swollen and hips sore despite doing your stretches with him this morning. He's worried, frowning at you over the dining table when you push his mask into his hands (usually his gauntlets, but there ain't no way in hell you're picking those up when you're carrying that precious bundle). And he's worried the whole time, checking his phone and ensuring it's on loud not vibrate in case you or his mum call him.
It's an hour until he comes home and suddenly, he glances down for the umpteenth time and his battery is dead. Empty. Black screen, no matter how many times he presses the side buttons and he wants to throw the damned thing off the bridge for dying on him, even though he knows it's his own damned fault for messaging you every five minutes and checking the house cameras in case you've fallen over and cant get back up again. (The one time you sat down on the beanbag and couldnt lift yourself up, he came home to you in tears still stuck in that same place) His name being called loudly across the street as Kirishima runs at him, his mask in one hand as his eyes almost bug out his skull. The phone in his hand thrust into his face, Bakugou fearing the worst and panicking until he realises it's you on the other end yelling at him.
"Katsuki, you idiot."
"I-"
He barely gets a chance to speak when you're keening in pain, his eyes widen as he starts running to the hospital... except goes the wrong way and has to turn around again.
"Motherfu-"
"I'm on the way. Don't have the baby without me."
"Yeah, lemme just cross my legs." A gasp as you whine in pain, he can hear his mum in the background soothing you and honestly, he can't get there quick enough.
He's barely stuck his head into the room when you throw something at him, ducking down and hearing it crash to the floor as he glances back to see a paper bowl lying there. He would laugh but his mum pats his shoulders as he walks by and the look on her face tells him that would be a bad, bad idea. Closing the door behind himself, he nods at the nurses who, at this point, know him all too well before sitting on the chair next to your bed. (Learning the first time that he needed to stay at your head, not down by your legs even though he had already seen every inch of you)
"This is all your fault!"
What?!
"Babe, listen. I-"
Hands held up in surrender, he's vaguely aware of all the nurses and midwives smirking while they tend to you. Your skin all flushed and shiny, you look tired and your brows are furrowed in that cute way he loves so much. Your legs are up in the stirrups you hate with a passion and you're chomping on ice like it's going out of style... but you're still the most beautiful person in the world.
"Katsuki! Get that look off your face. That look got me pregnant. No!"
"What look? I was just thinking about how gorgeous my wife is."
Eyes narrowed at him, you reach over to grab his hand for support when another contraction hits, grunting low and long as you feel the pressure work through your body. Your knuckles white as you squeeze his hand, he doesn't even bat an eyelid at the force you're putting on him just reaches across and tucks your hair back before kissing your knuckles.
"No more babies, Katsuki."
A chuckle as you open your eyes and try to glare at him, failing when he raises a brow.
"You said that the last two times as well, babe. I even have that on video."
Fuck.
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Cowboy!Bakugo whoâs surprisingly soft when he asks you out for the first time.
Hands shoved in his pockets, face turned away from you under his hat, his cheeks red.
Whoâd have thought that the ex high school football star whoâs known for his temper would be so romantic.
He shows up in a pressed shirt, his normally muddy boots and oily jeans spotless, a ball cap perched on his blonde head, and more surprisingly, a single rose.
He wonât tell you what he has planned, no matter how much you pester, his lips pressed into a tight line as he fights a smile at your questions.
But the wait is so worth it when he parks in the middle of a field and guides you to the bed of his truck, covered with blankets and pillows so that you can stargaze and just⊠talk.
About any and everything, about your old memories and friends, your dreams, your fears.
Heâs normally so sure about himself, but he hesitates when his pinky brushes against your hand, wondering if youâre feeling the same butterflies as he is.
You take the hint, casually intertwining your fingers with his as you keep talking, and he just tilts his head to look at you, gesturing up at the sky as you tell him a story.
He thinks his heart might stop.
But heâs surer now, feels like heâs not walking a tightrope, so he tugs you closer until youâre nestled in his arms, your fingers tapping on his chest above his heart as you both quietly watch the night sky, feet tangled together.
And you start to wonder if thereâs more to the blonde than anyone ever realized.
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katsuki loves it when youâre angry.
youâre normally a very kind person, but sometimes you snap. aaaanndddd nothing turns bakugou on more than hearing such filthy words coming from such a pretty mouth.
âi dont understand why everybody underestimates me. iâll go right into that fucking agency and show them how much they need me!â you exclaim, fists clenched. the ash blonde just shakes his head and tries not to laugh, leaning against the wall.
âwhy the FUCK are you smirking at me?â you question, putting your hands on your hips and huffing.Â
âsorry princess, youâre just really fucking hot when youâre mad.â he admits, causing you to roll your eyes and get closer to him, playfully punching his arm.Â
âi can think of a good way to rid some of that frustration..â
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pro hero!bakugou x f!reader
summary - PORN WITH SOME PLOT - hurt comfort smut, bakugou agrees to help deku fufill a long daydreamed about fantasy with his girlfriend, ends up with far more than he bargained for when he realizes, not only are you clearly emotionally unfulfilled in your current relationship, but that he might be catching feelings for his friends girlfriend. all characters pro heroes, reader is a civilian. has breasts that bounce. could be part one.
warnings - deku wants to do consensual n/n c/nsent with his gf - but he wants to be tied up and watch while bakugou does it. all parties involved consent, bakugou is p responsible, safewords are in place, the scene is EXTREMELY consensual. TW for emotional neglect/manipulation(deku is not a good boyfriend, but in his defense itâs really hard to be #1 most powerful being and conceptualize other people in a complex way), sub drop but not hardcore(reader), emotional infidelity, choking spitting, face fucking, bondage, knifeplay if you squint, cucking, medium hard degradation and praise. mention of collar. cumplay. dynamight official lingerie.
MINORS DNI - YOU MUST HAVE AN AGE IN YOUR BIO TO INTERACT WIHT THIS POST
a/n - repost from my old tumblr <3 happy birthday to kats.
wc ~7k
You touch your neck self consciously as the blonde pro hero towers over you. He narrows his eyes at you for a moment, but you, you he could deal with in good time, he instead turns to his childhood friend.
âYou sure you want this?â Bakugou says in a low growl. âI got rules.â You watch your boyfriend shift his weight a bit.
âWhat ah, what are your rules?â Midoriya begins to fidget nervously. He was inches away from realizing a fantasy that had tortured him for months. Bakugou holds up a finger.
âOne, safeword,â he turns to you. âIâm gonna gag him if he talks too much, and heâs gonna talk too much, so this is for you, you done the colors thing before? Red means stop, yellow means slow down, green means more.â You nod.
âIâm um, yeah Iâve used those before.â Midoriya looks at you sharply, and Bakugou files the interaction away in his head.
âRule two. You wear quirk shit. Iâve got some but I donât feel like getting tackled out your apartment window because you change your mind halfway through when you see your girlfriend cum on my cock.â Midoriya swallows.
âYeah, um, I expected as much, I think.â
âYou got any rules?â He turns to you, but Midoriya pipes up.
âActually um, I would prefer if you didnât cum, yâknow, in her.â Bakugou blinks at his childhood friend, face unreadable. âSheâs uh, sheâs on birth control but um, Iâd like to save that just for me.â Bakugou nods, turning back to you.
âAnything from you?â
âUm actually,â Midoriya taps on his arm, and Bakugou nearly blows a gasket, âI uh, I was thinking, if you could try not to leave any um, marks and stuff, that would be cool.â The blond rolls his eyes.
âNo promises.â Your mouth is dry. âAnything from your fuckinâ girlfriend, jesus christ Deku you oughtta let her talk more.â You find your voice.
âUm do you ever, use your um, quirk, when you-â
âYeah.â He says. âI can, you know, not.â You swallow and rock up onto your tiptoes.
âNo um, could I just, could I feel it, first, so I know what to expect?â He nods.
âHold out your hands.â You turn to him, palms up, and he slaps one of his huge hands down on both of yours, itâs hot, just enough to sting, but not unbearable.
âOh, fuck,â you let out a soft moan, itâs louder than you mean, though and you feel your face warm. âThatâs um, itâs fine. Thatâs fine.â He smirks. âI um, last thing,â he waits patiently but you turn to your boyfriend. âYouâre not allowed to be mad at me. This was your idea.â
âOf course I wonât be!â Deku protests, eyes wide, the picture of innocence. âI asked for this, and youâre the best girlfriend in the world for giving it to me.â Bakugou rolls his eyes.
âI wonât let him get snippy with ya sweetheart, come on,â He grins, âHelp me tie him down, huh?â It takes a few minutes, but Bakugou is slow and methodical, testing the quirk bracer a few times. âAlright, try and get out, and Iâll remind you that itâs in your best interest to tell me if thereâs any way you could get out.â Midoriya tests his bonds a little, and points to his left ankle, which Bakugou secures more, before attaching the chair heâs tied to to the radiator. âYou bust outta this youâre gonna lose your security deposit.â Midoriya nods.
âNoted.â He looks at you quickly. âHey,â he smiles, âLove you.â Bakugou watches carefully as the words seem to hit you hard, you balk a little, chewing on your lower lip.
âLove you too.â You say, with a soft, fake smile. Bakugou rolls his eyes, and jerks his head towards the hallway.
âThe fuck is happening?â He says in a low growl when youâre out of earshot. âDo you actually want to do this, because we can just watch a movie and leave him like that all night.â You shiver.
âI do, um,â you whisper, âWant to.â He nods.
âThen whatâs up?â
âThatâs um,â you close your eyes, âThe first time heâs said he loved me in a month.â Bakugou blinks a couple times.
âHuh.â He inspects you carefully. âWhenâs uh, whenâs the last time you fucked?â
âTwo weeks.â You whisper, with a nervous glance over your shoulder, and Bakugou canât help the evil smile that spreads across his face.
âSo youâre hurtinâ for it.â
âShut up!â You punch him in the shoulder and then rear back, clutching your fist. âWhat the fuck are you made of?â You hiss and his smirk only widens.
âReal muscle, sweetheart.â He pats you on the shoulder. âSeriously, you donât have to do shit to prove to that loser. Donât do this if you donât want to.â You swallow and your eyes flick up to his face.
âNo I do, I want to.â You pause. âSo Iâm gonna fight you?â He shrugs, and then stretches.
âYouâre gonna try.â You nod slowly and then look down at your clothes.
âIs this okay, itâs not like, lingerie.â He nods.
âYeah, itâs fine, for cnc, anyway. Sure it would ruin the fantasy for Deku if you wore
lingerie for me.â He reaches out and tucks your hair behind your hear. âLimits?â
âUh, soft on piss, hard on scat.â
âCool.â
âWhat about you?â You ask, and he thinks about it.
âNormally Iâd say keep your nails away from my cock but youâre such a sweet little thing, aintcha,â He straightens up, âSo Iâll say youâre welcome to try and hurt me.â You nod and he furrows his brow. âSure you donât wanna go in there and get a couple hits on him while heâs helpless?â You laugh and Bakugou shakes his head, âIf anyone ever interrupted me like that Iâd lose my shit.â
âGuess weâre different people.â He nods, and reaches into his backpack, then hesitates.
âWait uh, just dig around in there and tell me if thereâs anything that freaks you out.â You open it, rope, duck tape, zip ties, a small knife, vibrator, something clear and silicon that you donât recognize, a medium sized dildo, condoms, handcuffs, lotion, washcloths, and makeup wipes.
âThis is all fine.â He stops, hesitating one last time.
âIâm not gonna listen,â he growls, âIf you say, no, or stop, or it hurts.â You nod. âJust the safewords, I mean obviously Iâm not a fuckinâ moron, and Iâll check in alright?â
âI think youâre nervous.â You say, sticking your chin out the tiniest bit and that seems to reassure him a bit because with a low grunt, he picks you up, right over his huge shoulder, and takes his backpack in the other hand.
âShut the fuck up.â He snaps, and carries you quickly into your bedroom with just a few long strides. He throws you down on the bed, and you attempt to squirm away, but heâs too quick for you, kissing you hard and clumsily, itâs all teeth, and tongue, and passion. Your little fists are nothing against his body, and for a moment, when you gasp for air between kisses you wonder if it might be genuinely hurting you more than itâs hurting him. He rips your shirt and sinks his teeth into the soft flesh of your breast, you yelp with pain immediately, trying to get away from him, wriggling wildly but he slaps you lightly across the face. âI said shut the fuck up.â But you notice heâs pushed your attention back to your boyfriend, who is squirming in the chair heâs tied to, and you make eye contact with him just as Bakugou grinds a muscled thigh between your legs. A low waton noise escapes you and Bakugou laughs cruelly.
âIâm sorry,â you choke out, looking at Midoriya.
âThatâs it,â Bakugou snarls, âTell âim how sorry you fucking are, for lovin this so much.â
âI donât,â you counter, looking back at the blonde, who slaps you again, this time a little harder, and tears burn in your eyes as he rips the rest of your clothing off, tugging his shirt over his head, âI donât love it,â you say again more boldly, bracing for the third slap, but it doesnât come. Instead, he leans down, and cups your face very gently, and youâre so surprised you stop fighting.
âHereâs whatâs gonna happen, princess.â He spits the pet name like an insult. âYouâre gonna behave,â and he licks up the side of your face, itâs wet and sticky and gross, you screw your face up, trying to move away from him but for the first time he restrains you, holding both of your wrists above your head, âOr Iâm gonna hurt ya, fuckinâ understand?â You open your mouth to retort but he presses his knee against your sex, hard and instead you gasp with pleasure.
âFuck,â Midoriya breathes, and for a second, your attention is back on him, your boyfriend, straining against his bonds, an obvious tent forming in his pants. Bakugou takes the opportunity to slip out of his pants and boxers, kicking them away on the floor and grabbing the rope from his bag. You scoot across the bed but youâre no match for him, even if you finally get a good kick in on his chest, he loops it around your wrists and pulls it taught quickly, securing you to the metal headboard. He takes the knife from his backpack and slices through the center of your bra, and through the side of your panties, ripping both of them off of you.
You keep kicking and he takes a moment to marvel at the gentle sloping curve of your waist into your hips, of the way your breasts bounce when you struggle.
âAlright,â he says, yanking your foot to one side as he ties each ankle to a different corner of the bed, you catch him in the face with a well timed kick and he winces. âStupid fuckinâ cunt,â he says angrily, tightening the bonds.
âDonât call her that!â Midoriya says, aghast, and Bakugou turns his attention to your boyfriend with an evil grin, leaving you squirming and whimpering on the bed. You test the ropes but the knots are perfect, just tight enough to be uncomfortable. âDonât, Kacchan, donât-â Bakugou picks up your panties and shoves them delicately in Midoryas mouth before patting a piece of duct tape over it. Midoriya screams against the gag, fighting now in earnest, the tent in his pants even larger as Bakugou swaggers back over to the bed where your nipples are standing at attention in the cold of the bedroom.
âLook at these,â he says in a low rasp, palming your breasts, gently at first and then squeezing them harder, pinching your nipples in tandem, eliciting a bright, sharp cry from your lips. âDoes that hurt, bitch?â He snarls, pulling harder as you keep struggling, refusing to look at him, so he grabs your jaw, and leans down to speak directly into your ear. âI asked you, a fuckinâ question, bitch.â He draws a hand back and slaps your chest hard.
âYes,â you gasp, and he grins, watching the beginning of tears form in your eyes, making his cock twitch. âYes, it hurts.â He hits your chest again, enjoying the soft give under his rough calloused hands, before taking them again and burying his face between them for a moment. You gasp in pain again, and he closes his mouth over one of your nipples gently tweaking the other as you arch your back and moan.
âThatâs yes, daddy.â He growls, going back to sucking at your nipple, licking and biting the sensitive nub, and you blink up at him for a moment, Midoriya making a strangled cry against the gag. He knew it, knew heâd guessed right as to what Deku had you call him in bed, and he waits, gives you a chance to safeword out before you speak with trembling lips.
âY-yes, daddy.â You hide a little from him. âP-please donât hurt me.â He softens, trailing a hand down your body, between your legs, just gently dipping it between your folds.
âYouâre so fuckinâ wet,â He says, genuine surprise almost coloring his face, âYou like this, huh slut?â You pause and he slaps your clit, harder than he means to, but you donât cry out, just bite down on your lip as the tears spill over. âAnswer me when I goddamn talk to you.â
âYes,â you choke out a sob, âYes, daddy, I like it.â He rewards you for your honesty with a soft soothing touch to the affected area, before starting to fuck you with his fingers, ghosting little touches over your clit, enough to make you react, but not enough to give you any relief.
âGood girl,â He coos, âYou gonna shuttup and take whatever I give you?â You glance nervously at Midoriya, who looks so blissed out heâs barely paying attention. âOi,â Bakugou snaps, âFocus up slut.â
âYes,â you promise, âYes d-daddy, âm gonna,â you shudder out a gasp when he pushes the two fingers a little deeper inside of you measuring every reaction carefully, and thrusting a little quicker accordingly, âm gonna take what, what you give me, promise.â
âYou like him watchinâ you?â He asks, âYou filthy fuckinâ thing, gettinâ so wet cause your boyfriendâs watchinâ you get fucked by his best friend?â Your eyes widen. âThatâs right princess, youâre fuckinâ lucky Iâm preppinâ ya. Iâm sure that pretty little pussy of yours isnât used to real cock.â The pleasure overwhelms you, writhe against the restraints, rolling your hips against his hand, doing anything to increase friction, increase pleasure, increase the sensation of- âWhaddya think?â Bakugou turns to Midoriya, âYou wanna watch her cum on my fuckinâ fingers?â Midoriya whimpers plaintively, huge muscles bulging as he ruts his hips against his sweatpants, equally focused on his own pleasure. âPathetic.â Bakugou spits.
âOh,â you whimper, âOh my god,â
âYeah,â Bakugou smirks, âAm I your fuckinâ god bitch?â Your eyes lose focus as you get closer to your high. âBeg me to cum.â He orders, âBeg your god to make you cum, in front of your fuckinâ cuck asshole of a boyfriend?â
âPlease,â you cry out, all shame forgotten, âPlease, please can I cum,â
âPlease can I cum, god,â He snarls and you nod quickly, gasping for breath as you try to ride the edge of the cliff.
âPlease, please god,â he chuckles, he almost canât believe you actually did it, âCan I cum please,â
âYou wanna cum in front of him?â You nod quickly, toes curling as you bite down on your lip. âHe ever make you feel this good?â
âNo,â you breathe, âNo never.â
âLook at him.â Bakugou orders, taking your jaw with his free hand and holding it so tightly it squishes your face, âLook at him, and cum.â Your orgasm rips through you, and your eyes roll in your head as your vision whites out and waves of pleasure rock your body. Bakugou doesnât release your jaw, slowing his pumps in and out of your core in accordance with your breathingâs return to normal. When he sees your eyes regain some clarity he climbs over you, and shoving his fingers in your mouth. âClean me the fuck off.â He snaps, and you obey immediately, sucking gently at his fingers. âColor?â He asks gruffly and you blink a couple times before it registers.
âGween,â you mumble around his fingers, âM fine.â He smirks. Good. He could push you further. At this angle, you can get a better look at his cock, long and thick with a slight upward tilt, itâs intimidatingly large. Youâre so focused on it, you almost donât feel him adjust you, tying both of your wrist to one side of the headboard, closest to Midoriya. Your head dangles off the edge now, his careful knotwork on your far ankle the only thing keeping you from sliding to the floor. He walks around the bed and takes a moment, brushing the hair from your face before pressing the head of his cock, smooth and pink with need, against your soft lips. He thinks about it and reaches over, just barely managing to rip the gag off of Midoriya before turning his attention back to you, and how youâre stubbornly keeping your mouth closed. Deku sputters and spits out your panties.
âFuck,â he breathes, âPlease, please, untie my hands, I need,â
âYou think you get to fuckinâ cum?â Bakugou turns to him, angrily. âNah, you sick fuck, gettinâ off on watching your girlfriend get slapped around?â He thinks for a moment. âTell you what, bitch,â and itâs unclear at first who heâs speaking to, âIf I cum before you do, Iâll have her give you some attention while I fuck her brains out.â Deku just whimpers, his cock harder than itâs ever been in his life, just the sensation of it rubbing against his sweatpants is driving him insane, thereâs a dark grey stain on his light grey sweatpants from precum.
âOpen up,â Bakugou snaps, palming your breasts roughly, he knows itâs hard enough to bruise when you whimper, but he canât help himself, youâre so soft. âIâm beinâ real nice to ya,â he says, slapping you across the face with his cock, âEspecially when youâre just a dirty fuckinâ whore who cums for anyone who pays her a little attention huh?â Your eyes widen and you keep your mouth shut, shaking your head. He grins, and kneels beside you, âHigh and mighty all of a sudden, huh cocksleve,â he pinches your nose shut and you start to squirm, pulling at the rope around your wrists. âBreathing is for good girls.â He growls. âCourse you could always open up that useless fuckinâ hole of yours, but you wonât do that will ya?â He shakes his head, with a mean laugh, âYou know, I was gonna let you suck my dick rather than fuckinâ your face. Too bad youâre such a bratty little bitch huh?â Your face is warming, your lungs screaming for oxygen. You open your mouth, determined itâll be quick but heâs got you where he wants you, shoving two thick fingers in between your lips, barely allowing you to suck in breath. âYou got one last chance,â Bakugou says, âOr Iâll get something to hold this open for me, understand? Somethinâ unpleasant.â You nod, blinking more tears from your eyes as he stands back up and withdraws his fingers, barely letting you breathe before pushing his cock into your mouth. Itâs heavy on your tongue, and in your current position, it slides effortlessly down your throat.
âShit.â Midoriya breathes, watching the way your neck is bulging with his cock, âShit thatâs so fucking hot, oh my god,â he pulls at the bonds again, wanting to get up, to press down on the bulge, to see your tears spill as you gag.
âFuck yeah,â Bakugou murmurs, the softest sound heâs made all night, âThatâs it princess, fuck yeah,â his thrusts are careful, caluclated, allowing you to breathe just enough so that you stay conscious, delighting in your gasping sputtering gags, as he takes his cock out and taps it on your face, coating you in precum and your own spit, before sliding it back in. âYouâre fuckinâ filthy,â he repeats, in the same amazed, breathless tone, âYou donât do this for that cuck, do you,â he pulls out to allow you to answer and you do, honestly,
âNo,â you wheeze, before he goes back to slowly and methodically fucking your throat, and Midoriya moans again loudly.
âFuck, please, Kacchan, I swear, Iâll be good, I swear.â
âYouâre begginâ now?â Bakugou stops mid stroke, cock buried in you, his balls resting softly on your forehead as you begin to squirm, indicating that you need to breathe. âTell me somethinâ,â he says, âYou think you wanna cum more than she needs to breathe right now?â Midoriya whines, âYou tell me that you wanna cum, more than you wanna see me take my dick outta her airway, and Iâll have her suck you off.â You whimper against him, eyes wide, you need air, your lungs are burning with need. Midoriya thinks for a moment, mind hazy, thinking only of the pain between his legs, the dull ache taking over his mind.
âNeed to cum,â He gasps, and Bakugou scowls, ripping his cock out of your mouth, letting you gasp for air as drool drips down your face, âMore than she needs to breathe,âMidoriya says, watching you attempt to catch your breath. âPlease, need it, need-â Bakugou gets up and snatches something from his bag, shoving the wiffle ball gag in the pro heroes mouth and fastening it behind his head.
âThatâs about enough outta you.â Bakugou growls, and he can hear the muffled, Kacchan, kacchan you promised, but he ignores it, loosing your wrists from the side of the bed and fastening them back to the center before nearly effortlessly freeing your legs from each corner. Before you really know whatâs happening, youâre flipped on your stomach, knees bent underneath you. He presses your back into an arch and gently rubs the head of his cock on your softness with a loud groan, before turning back to Midoriya. âGonna forget about your ass for a little, and just enjoy your girlfriendâs sweet,â he inches inside, âWet,â he takes a fistful of your ass before pushing another couple inches, âCunt.â He pounds into you and you keen, laying on the side of your face so that you can look your boyfriend dead in the eyes, âFuck baby,â Bakugou growls, as he pushes mewl after mewl from your lips. Youâve never felt this full before, this, satisfied, and your brain is a million miles away as you start to babble incoherently.
âFuck, fuck yes,â you moan loudly, âPlease, please donât stop.â
âThatâs itâ princess,â Bakugou moans, as you push back against his thrusts so that he can fuck you harder, every soft part of your body jiggling when his hips collide with your ass. He brings his hand down hard on your ass and you sigh with pleasure, reacting like heâd kissed you softly. He grins, somehow getting harder inside you, your perfect velvety walls squeezing him as you lose all sense of yourself.
âPlease daddy,â you beg, âMore, more please.â He lands another spank and you choke out a moan, this one betraying a little discomfort but with the way your cunt is squeezing and fluttering around him, heâs not about to stop.
âAtta fuckinâ girl,â Bakugou growls, âYou close, you gonna cum for me?â You nod emphatically, ruse and roleplay and tied up boyfriend forgotten, youâre so drunk on the best cock youâve had in years, that when you open your mouth to beg words barely come out.
âPlease, daddy,â you say again, âWanna cum on your cock, please,â
âSo fuckinâ dirty,â he chides, âTell me you love it.â
âI love it!â You chant, half cry, half sob, âI love it I love it so much!â
âIs this the best fuck youâve ever had,â Bakugou taunts, expecting some resistance, but you just nod again,
âYes,â you moan, face pressed to the bed, drool leaking from your mouth. Eyes unfocused. âYes daddy, thisâs the best fuck Iâve ever had.â Whatever self control Bakugou had been previously exercising dissipates at your words, pounding into you, brutally fucking you into oblivion.
âYou can cum bitch,â He snaps, âJust tell me youâre my fuckinâ bitch, tell me who you goddamn belong to.â
âYou, you, you, daddy!â You cry and he spanks you one last time, collapsing on top of you as you both cum, bodies tangled and twitching and sweaty, both only semi conscious of whatâs happening. Bakugou remembers where he is before you do, and moves back, pulling out of your pussy with a lewd squelch, pressing a kiss to the top of your head before walking slowly up to your boyfriend. He pulls the gag out and Midoriya immediately whines.
âPlease, please untie my hands, quickly.â Bakugou thinks about it, reaching for the knife heâd left on your bedside table.
âDepends.â Bakugou says, âYou gonna eat my cum outta her pussy like a good boy?â Midoriya blinks a couple times.
âThat, that wasnât part of the deal, you werenât even supposed to do that.â he hisses, and Bakugou shrugs, watching Midoriyaâs pupils dilate as he looks at the cum leaking out of your pussy, while you shiver in the cool of the bedroom, then back to his own cock, the stain from the precum on his sweatpants growing.
âWhatâs it gonna be?â He says, and Midoriya nods slowly, then desperately as Bakugou slices through the tape and rope, letting the slightly shorter man leap across the room and bury his face in your cunt, suckling needily as he fists his own cock and you groan at the extra stimulation. It takes Deku about a full minute to reach his own climax, release splattering over his abs, he dabs at it with a t-shirt and then wipes his face, before collapsing next to you on the bed.
âBunny,â he moans, âI love you so much.â Bakugou watches you swallow nervously, and gently unties your wrists from the headboard.
âHold her, dumb shit.â Bakugou snaps. âHavenât you ever heard of aftercare?â You sniff, and Bakugou yanks on his sweatpants before tossing you his t shirt. You wiggle into it as you begin to tremble. Midoriya pats your hand softly, and Bakugou rolls his eyes, lying down on the other side of you, pressing his chest to your back. âGood girl,â he rumbles, âYou did such a good job for us,â He says, rubbing little circles in your hips with his thumb, then looking meaningfully at Midoriya.
âOh uh,â he says, looking sheepish, âGood job, you were, you were so perfect, bunny, youâre so sweet for me all the time. You nod, sniffling harder.
âThanks âzuku.â You say, snuggling into him, away from Bakugou, who swallows, and nods. âYou were so mean, Bakugou,â you giggle lightly, âI didnât think you could be so mean.â You shiver, and he presses his lips to your temple.
âYou are smart, and strong, and beautiful.â He says in a low growl, trying to prompt Midoriya, who seems a bit distracted with his own bliss. âYou know I donât think of you like uh,â he thinks about it, âA uh, a cocksleeve.â You laugh softly, and he relaxes as some of the warmth returns to your eyes. âYouâre a good girl.â He says again, and you sigh happily, relaxing into him. Something tugs at his heart, and he stands, cleaning up the bedroom while you take your boyfriendâs hand. âYou should take a shower with her.â Bakugou says, hovering in the doorway. âAh, you should you know, just like extra soft, extra nice, and stuff, you know just uh, this is a lot, itâs intense, and I know itâs her first time doing this kind of-â
âIâll be fine.â Midoriya says, scooping you up in his arms. âThank you honestly, we should do it again sometime, when sheâs up for it.â Bakugou plays it as casually as he possibly can, eyes on your soft glossy lips. He swallows.
âYeah uh, honestly,â he shrugs, âHad fun. So uh, when-â
âThis weekend?â Midoriya says desperately, âPlease?â Bakugouâs eyes flick to your limp form.
âJust uh, if sheâs down, you know.â
âOh yeah,â Midoriya says, âBabyâs such a sweet angel, Iâm sure sheâs down.â You nod softly into his chest and the blondes heart aches when you reach for him, squirming away from your boyfriend, wrapping your arms around his neck in a quick hug. It might be his imagination, but he feels your lips on his neck. He carefully watches Deku, but his eyes donât catch any jealousy, any misgivings.
âIâm wearing your shirt?â You mumble, as if youâre just realizing, tugging it off and handing it to him. âYou canât go out like that.â He nods, taking the soft black shirt back and pulling it on.
âSee, ya.â He says gruffly. âCuck.â Midoriya blushes. âPrincess.â He says gruffly, and he walks through your living room and into the hallway of the apartment building.
âCâmon bunny.â He hears Midoriya say, âLetâs get in the shower, unless you just wanna crash?â
Bakugou showers at his own place, tossing his backpack in the closet. He fluffs his hair in the mirror, doing some light stretches before lying in his bed. He tucks himself in, turns the light off, and starts scrolling through his phone. He reads the news for a bit before saying,
âFuck it,â out loud, and opening pornhub. He scrolls through video after video, none of them scratching his itch, testing keywords and new phrases, until he finds what heâs looking for, someone with, fuck, the same color eyes as you, who stares at the camera with the same gentle innocence.
âOh daddy,â the pornstar says in a kittenish voice, and he winces at the lack of verisimilitude, of connection, compared to what heâd just experienced. âCome on, daddy, your bad wittle girl wants to-â His phone vibrates with a text, rescuing him from just shutting down the browser all together.
You: hi
Bakugou: whats up
He curses himself for texting back so quickly, but relaxes when he sees the little dots indicating youâre typing.
You: ah izuku crashed.
Bakugou: shit sweetheart you gotta tell him he has to do aftercare with you or youâre not gonna be his fuckin kinky ginea pig.
You: I mean, I liked it.
Bakugou: obviously. Whats up tho.
You: um
You: now i feel bad. I dunno like, Iâm shaky, I feel weird.
Bakugou: pain/fear = endorphins, youâre coming off a high
You: so no wine or depressants im guessing
Bakugou: no shit dumbass.
Bakugou: did he seriously crash?
You: yeah itâs nbd, he works a lot.
Bakugou: I work a lot.
Bakugou sighs, flipping his smartphone in his hands and fidgeting, porn forgotten.
Bakugou: call me.
You hesitate, curled up on the couch in one of Izukuâs t-shirts and a throw blanket. But you and Bakugou were friends, werenât you? Heâd made you feel so good, not just during the sex but after and before, and heâd always looked after you when youâd shrink inside yourself during large gatherings of Izukuâs hero friends. You press the phone icon.
âHey,â Thereâs a rush of static when you breathe into the phone.
âHey,â He repeats, and kicks himself for not thinking of a more emotionally intelligent greeting. âYou uh, you okay?â
âI feel weird.â You say, and your voice sounds small, like youâre caving in on yourself. âI, I liked it, I had fun I just feel weird now.â Thereâs a pause, Bakugou doesnât speak so you continue. âBakugou if um, if you were here, what uh, what would you be doing?â He grunts a little, sitting up on his bed.
âWhere are you?â He asks gruffly.
âThe couch.â
âOof,â Bakugou says, âDidnât wanna get in bed with him?â
âNo.â The admission falls from your lips, unbidden.
âWhatcha wearinâ?â He asks and that gets a half hearted laugh out of you.
âBakugou!â
âShuttup itâs fucking relevant.â He snaps. You sigh into the phone.
âA t shirt, a bra and panties.â You say, âAnd Iâm wrapped in a blanket.â He nods.
âOkay, If I were there,â He says, âIâd hold you, on the couch, with your head propped up on my arm, and Iâd be helpinâ with you wherever it hurt.â He takes a deep breath. âSo uh, where does it hurt?â He hears you stretch and sigh. You think about it, your whole body feels achey, in a good way, except for the pain just below your ribs.
âMy throat is sore,â you say, after considering, and he chuckles,
âYeah it is.â
âShut up!â You hiss. âAnd um, my hips are sore, like where they meet my ribs?â In his apartment, Bakugou smirks.
âYeah, I uh mighta gonna a little hard on you for a first timer.â
âI wasnât a virgin.â You whisper defensively.
âObviously.â He grunts. âListen, you gotta uh, youâre not gonna feel better unless you comfort yourself, so grab some uh, like scented lotion, and work on the things that hurt, ice them or get a heating pad. Or kick deku the fuck out of bed and tell him to pay attention to his girlfriend.â You laugh lightly.
âFuck,â you pause, âShould I do that?â
âHell yes you should!â Bakugou says, a touch of anger seeping into his tone, âHe asked you to do this for him, even if ya liked it I could tell we were leagues out of your comfort zone.â
âBut I trust you.â For some reason that little interjection hits him hard, warmth spreading slowly across his chest. âAnd um,â you swallow, âHe doesnât like it when I wake him up, he gets a little uh,â you reach for the right word, âCranky when he doesnât get enough rest.â
âWhatâs Deku like when heâs cranky?â Bakugou says, barking out a laugh, âIâve never seen it.â He instantly regrets his joking tone when you force out the most joyless laugh heâs ever heard.
âHeâs um,â he hears your voice pinch, âHe smiles the whole time, and says something like, you know, Iâve got so much on my plate, and Iâve got so much going on I just need to sleep and have a supportive partner, you can handle something simple like that, right?â You cough at the end of your terrible impersonation and treat Bakugou to the second most joyless laugh heâs ever heard.
âShit, sweetheart.â
âI know,â your voice breaks, âI know itâs bad, Iâm sorry, I shouldnât have downplayed it, I-â you take a shakey breath, âThis, this isnât your problem, you shouldnât-â
âShut the fuck up, Iâm coming over.â
âYou canât!â You breathe desperately, âHeâll wake up, and heâll be upset with me.â Bakugou chuckles.
âHeâs not gonna get mean with you in front of me.â You can hear him moving, presumably looking for shoes, âDekuâs got an image to protect. Let me in, Iâll be there in 10.â
âO-okay.â You press END on the call and he hears you let a choked sob into your pillow before the line disconnects. He groans loudly before tossing his phone across the room. That little sob, that tiny defeated sound echoes around his empty apartment. Fuck it. Heâd run there.
Youâre crying on the couch, partially ashamed of your weakness and partially still feeling completely unmoored when you hear a soft knock at the door. Tentatively, you stand, padding quietly to the door and looking through the peephole.
âBakugou,â You swing the door open
âI donât,â you fidget, âI donât know about I mean, I donât know if you should be here.â Bakugou nods slowly, but he canât, he canât just leave. You take him in, thereâs a speckle of raindrops on his shoulder, and you realize, the light coat of sweat on his body, his sweatpants and t-shirt, he ran here.
âI just wanna,â he looks away, âI mean, I broke you apart, right, I know, I thought your fuckinâ boyfriend would put you back together, but uh, someoneâs gotta.â You consider, and he watches your decision making process with interest, your eyes flick to the closed door where he can almost hear Deku snoring, then to his hands and back to his face. Almost in slow motion you take a single one of his fingers and lead him to the couch, sitting cross legged across from him. âHow long uh,â he tucks his legs under the blanket, âHow long has it been like this?â
âA few months.â You say, corners of your mouth drooping. âAt first weâd fight about it, but I think heâs kinda given up. I was honestly thinking,â you look over your shoulder and then back at Bakugou, âAbout um, you know a more serious conversation, like a break, when he suggested we try this.â Bakugou blinks.
âHe wanted to try, to try me and you, because-â
âHe said he felt distant from me, and this might help I,â you chew your lip, âI really enjoyed it, I mean itâs not like he forced me,â a small sad smile spreads across your face, âI thought maybe heâd be jealous. Guess I was ah, hurting for it.â Thereâs a pause, and the two of you sit in the darkness, listening to Deku snore.
âPeople say a lotta shit about me.â Bakugou rumbles. âI donât listen, for the most part, I,â he runs his fingers through his hair, âLike that Iâm selfish, and competitive and an asshole, and I, I know I am those things, you know I just wander around, slicinâ people on my sharp edges, but I, Iâm a fuckinâ hero at the end of the day this is the only job I ever wanted.â You nod.
âI understand.â
âI just,â He fumbles for the words, âSo right now, when I say get the fuck over here, I just, I wanted you to know thatâs the instinct Iâm chasing.â Your eyes widen with surprise. He reaches out and takes your hand, guiding you until youâre lying down together, you facing him, about three inches of space between your bodies.
âBakugou,â you whisper, â I shouldnât have let you in.â
âWhy,â he cups your face with one hand, âSo why did you?â You lean into his warmth, and take a deep breath.
âI think I, I wanted to be touched softly so bad.â He nods, gently stroking your cheek.
âI shouldnât have come.â He responds, and then reassures you, âI wonât try shit, I promise, please, just, I canât stand to see ya like this.â You let him fold you into his chest, shuddering into him. âSometimes, I think, yâknow him gettinâ his quirk from All Might, that it saved me a little.â You look up at him, surprised, only having seen Bakugou snap at the good natured ribbing from his friends at Him and Izukuâs old competition, Deku long having solidified his place as number one.
âWhat do you mean?â You whisper, and he shrugs.
âI think,â he murmurs, âIâd just hate to see myself as so much, yâknow, as so big, so that people around me look like ants.â He thinks about it. âEspecially, someone who loved me, uh, as much as you clearly love him.â
âI do.â Tears burn in your eyes now. âI love him so much. Do you wanna hear something funny?â He nods.
âSure.â
âI tried.â You breathe. âI said, I think maybe weâre meant for a deep and meaningful friendship, and uh, he just said no, I donât think thatâs it.â Bakugou snorts and your eyes widen. âShhhh!â
âListen,â Bakugou rumbles. âKeep tryinâ if you love the idiot or whatever.â He pulls away so you can see him grin. âHe already texted me about this weekend.â You smile despite yourself. âI got some ideas myself,â you feel his lips on your cheek, on your ear, ââS far as Iâm concerned, when he gives you to me, youâre fuckinâ mine.â You bury your face in his chest and he tangles his hands in your hair. He smells so good, and heâs so warm, you realize you could fall asleep right there.
âMmhm, okay.â You mumble. âQuestion.â
âWhatâs up?â He whispers.
âYouâre not, you know, doing this to um, get back at him, for like-â
âNo.â Bakugou says, louder than he means. âNah, I uh, I mean fuckinâ dekuâs girlfriend sounded fun to me when he proposed it but I uh, Iâm not here right now for anythinâ other than, yâknow I was worried about you.â
âReally?â You mumble. âGetting soft on me, Dynamight?â He chuckles lowly.
âBrat to me at your own fuckinâ risk sweeheart.â You shudder. âAw,â He breathes, âIs baby scared?â
âNo.â You protest, âIâm not scared of you.â He presses his lips to your forehead.
âYou shouldnât have said that. Now Iâm gonna-â You both freeze when you hear Midoriya turn over in bed and then call,
âBunny,â He calls, and Bakugou smirks at you, âYou coming to bed?â
âYep!â You say quickly, standing, Bakugou immediately missing the warmth and weight of your body in his arms.
âBunny?â Bakugou mouths, shaking his head with a smirk, and you shrug, shooing the huge blonde towards the door.
âGet out.â You close the door on him quickly, and run to your bedroom, scooting quickly underneath your blanket and moving towards your boyfriends.
âHey,â you whisper in the dark, guilt ripping through you, âHey Izuku.â He moves closer to you, wrapping his arms around you and crushing you to his chest before letting you flop next to him. âHey,â you try again, âHey, I know, um, just if we do that again um, I just need, um some more like, attention from you after.â He props his head up, clearly struggling to stay awake.
âWhat?â
âYou know, um,â you fidget with the sheets. âBakugou said we were supposed to do aftercare and stuff and I-â
âI know,â Deku sighs happily. âYou know, I work so much, and I spend all day helping people, and I just, I feel so grateful to have a partner who is so self sufficient.â Your heart thrums in your chest. âI mean I donât have a ton of energy at the end of the day but youâre always around when I need you.â You swallow.
âYeah um,â your eyes well with tears. âSometimes, Izuku, I need support too.â Thereâs a silence. âIzuku?â You hear a snore, and realize heâs fallen asleep. Your phone buzzes.
Bakugou: donât stay up too late.
You: I wonât.
You: why did you worry about me
Bakugou: he said he loved you and you flinched.
You: did I?
Bakugou: i told you.
Bakugou: this is the only job I ever wanted. So I pay attention.
You: huh
Bakugou: sleep.
You: yes, will do.
A few days later youâre coming back in with a light bag of groceries, and Deku is sitting at your apartment island, scrolling through his phone.
âHey,â He runs to you and holds you to his chest, pressing a kiss to the top of your head. Heâs stepped up the affection since having Bakugou over, though heâs as hard to read as ever. You take a deep breath through your nose. âKacchanâs coming later, you up for it?â You swallow nervously, you hadnât talked to Bakugou since he came over and he hadnât reached out again, but it was undeniably the best sex of your life, you shiver at just the memory of his hands on your body.
âYeah.â You smile, mouth going dry. âWhatâs in the box?â Deku shrugs.
âItâs addressed to you.â You open it and your gasp draws his attention.
âHoly shit.â He breathes, eyes like saucers, âPut that on right now.â The Dynamight Official lingerie is complicated, with an elastic around your waist, white with orange lettering, attached to a pair of dark green thigh highs, that your skin squishes around, the plush of your waist and thighs soft around the elastic. The bra is also dark green, with an elastic band, with the same orange lettering on white, but the final straw is the pair of mid waisted dark green mesh panties, with sheer panels, and a message sewn right into the crotch, right where the threads would brush the most sensitive parts of a woman, matching the lining around your waist, under your bust, and you havenât seen it yet, but dangling from the green leather collar in the box, Property Of Dynamight.
Your heart is racing, as you wiggle into the lingerie, straightening the thigh highs.
âBaby,â Deku groans, âBaby this is so fucking hot.â Your face is warm and you fidget as he cups your face in his hands and palms your breast. âFuck you look so good like this.â He reaches for you, and the door opens, and all 6â6 of Bakugou Katsuki looms in the doorway, all the blood in his head rushing below his waist at the sight of you, covered in his name. All he does, however, is walk over and reach into the box, removing the expensive leather collar and leash.
âForgot the most important part,â he hits Deku lightly on the back of the head. âShithead.â
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kirishima x bakugou x f!reader
summary - you're a shy transfer student who's paired with kirishima for a project, by chance, you meet his boyfriend. porn with not a lot of plot.
a/n - smut, threesome, bakugou and kirishima are both bi and so is reader, college au, quirkless au, praise, degradation, shy reader, sorry for slandering shinsou, unprotected sex, face fucking, impact play, cumplay ig im, i forgot that this was mostly filth when i went to re edit it. repost from my old blog, katsupeach. kirishima and bakugou's heights are described but they're bigger than you, daddy kink, some mild hurt comfort, they like you more than a one night stand isn't that nice.
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Being paired with the sunny extroverted football player for your essay project wasnât your worst nightmare, but only because your subconscious was rarely so creatively cruel. You traced the assignment with your finger, checking again to make sure that it was right. F/N L/N, Kirishima Eijirou. Fuck. You look up, and to your embarrassment, heâs looking over at you, and you make eye contact. He shoots you a bright smile that you attempt to return. Professor Aizawa continues talking about the project, but youâre not listening, youâre too busy wiping your clammy hands on your jeans. You dart out of the classroom, through the hallways, and onto the quad but of course, he catches you.Â
âHey, hey y/n!â Shit. You turn around and there he is, towering over you.Â
âHi.â You say.Â
âDo you wanna exchange numbers? Talk about the project?â He grins at you. âYouâre a transfer, right?Â
âYeah,â you say quickly. âDonât worry about the project, Iâll just do it. I donât mind.â He blinks at you.Â
âNo, uh, no way,â He sheepishly touches the back of his neck. âI canât letcha do that, I promise I wonât hold you back.â You swallow nervously.Â
âItâs really fine.â You respond, barely audible. He shakes his head.Â
âCome on, I wonât be that bad.â He reaches out to touch your upper arm and you flinch from him. âSorry, I just,â he withdraws his hand, âLetâs get coffee if you donât have class? On me.â You tuck your hair behind your ears.Â
âOh, um sure.â He leads you to the student union, chattering about the reading, making it so you barely have to fill in the blanks of the conversation. He leans down to you when you get to the barista,Â
âWhaddya want, Iâll order for you.âÂ
âJust a latte.â You say. He moves around you to order, careful not to touch you.Â
âSheâll have a latte, and Iâll have a Caramel Frappucino.â He says, smiling gently at you. âLetâs grab a booth, itâll be quieter.â You let him lead you across the busy student union, holding both of your hot coffees. Heâs right, itâs a little quieter in the booth. âDo you have any ideas?âÂ
âYeah,â You tuck your hair behind your ears. âI was thinking, maybe um something about, the pre-raphaelites, and how their ultra-realism was a revolution that actually went so hard that it transcended realism to become nonrepresentational.â He blinks at you.Â
âYeah, uh, okay, letâs do that.â You sigh.Â
âJust let me do it.âÂ
âNo, no,â he says quickly, âIâm a little behind in the reading, thatâs all, Iâll catch up and then Iâll understand. Letâs look now, at one of the paintings, and you can explain it to me.â You take a sip of your coffee and flip to a page in your three hundred dollar textbook, complete with glossy colored pictures.Â
âThis is Ophelia, by John Edwin Millais.â He looks at the pale woman lying in the reeds.Â
âOh shit, is she dead?â You swallow.Â
âYeah, of course, she is, sheâs Ophelia.â He looks sheepish. âFrom Hamlet. She pretty famously dies.â He looks even more sheepish.Â
âUh, okay.â He puts his palms up. âTell you what, I will catch up on the reading. I will. And then we can divide up work, and get started. I will not be the mean jock that makes you do this yourself. I refuse.âÂ
âFrankly thatâs more honor than I expected from you.â He laughs, touching the back of his neck.Â
âJeez. Sorry that my fellow athletes did ya so dirty. Scouts honor, I wonât leave you high and dry.â Heâs oozing sincerity. You donât trust it.Â
âOkay.â He raises his eyebrows and then straightens.Â
âIt doesnât matter if you believe me now. Iâm gonna prove it.â He looks down at the textbook. âOkay, sheâs dead, keep explaining.âÂ
âSo sheâs dead, but look at all the flowers around her. Her death is a tragedy, and itâs considered one of the most eloquent descriptions of death in literature.âÂ
âOoh,â Kirishima takes his phone out. âLet me google it. Whatâs it from again?â You smile nervously.Â
âItâs Lady Gertrudeâs speech, from Hamlet.â He squints at his screen.Â
âWait, what language is this in?â You laugh a little despite yourself.Â
âEnglish,â you say, âgive it here, Iâll demonstrate.â He hands you his phone, itâs cool and heavy in your hands. âNo case?âÂ
âI donât drop things.â He says, a hint of pride in his voice. You laugh, genuinely.Â
âThere, on the pendant boughs her coronet weeds, Clamb'ring to hang, an envious sliver broke,â your voice is low, Kirishima leans in across the table to hear what youâre saying. âWhen down her weedy trophies and herself, Fell in the weeping brook. Her clothes spread wide,â He feels a blush creep onto his cheeks, thereâs something almost sensual about the music of your words. âWhich time she chanted snatches of old tunes, As one incapable of her own distress,â Kirishimaâs breath hitches in his throat.Â
âOh,â he interrupts you, âOh I get it.â You nod. âWait but please donât stop.â He begs. âIâm sorry, I shouldnât have said anything. Go on.â You give him a small smile.Â
âOr like a creature native and endued unto that element. But long it could not be
till that her garments, heavy with their drink, pulled the poor wretch from her melodious lay, to muddy death.â He sighs with happiness.Â
âWow.â He breathes. ïżœïżœReading Shakespeare doesnât feel like that.âÂ
âThatâs because he wrote plays,â you explain, âAnd plays, like poetry, were always meant to be experienced as spoken word entertainment rather than read.â He nods vigorously.Â
âThat makes so much sense!â He grins, still leaning rather close to you across the table.Â
âOi, shitty hair!â Someone snarls and you jump, gasping in surprise. âAnd what the fuck is wrong with you?â Bakugou Katsuki, loud, brash, and Quarterback of the football team leans over your table. You shrink from him.Â
âBakugou!â Kirishima chastizes. âYou canât snap at people like that. You scared the shit out of her, I just got her to start talking to me.â He shakes his head. âY/n, Iâm sorry, this is my boyfriend.â You blink in surprise. âYeah, weâre both bi.â He confirms, fielding your expression with expert precision. Bakugou elbows his way next to Kirishima in the booth, dropping his textbooks. âY/n was just reading me some Shakespeare for context on this.â He points to the Millais, your textbook still lying open.Â
âThat Ophelia?â He asks you and you nod. âSo you were reading him Lady Gertrudeâs speech.â You blink at him. âYeah, weâre not all fuckinâ idiots.â He says, hitting Kirishima lightly on the back of the head. âBut go ahead, I want to hear it.âÂ
âOh um,â your face burns. âI was done. I mean itâs a short passage.âÂ
âSomething else then,â he grins, âI like to watch him struggle.â Kirishima swats at his boyfriend, who dodges and smiles. You hand him his phone back.
âI really donât think thatâs a good idea.â You say and he narrows his eyes, and scrolls through his phone.Â
âShitty hair weâll give you somethinâ easy, just tell us what this means.âÂ
âWhy canât you read it?â You say a little annoyed and he grins.Â
âYouâll see.â He selects something on his phone and then hands it to you.Â
âOh.â You say, a scowl forming on your lips, seeing Katherineâs monologue. âYou want me to read the Shakespearean equivalent of yes sir, I would be happy to make you that sandwich?âÂ
âWhat?â Kirishima blinks. Bakugou looks like heâs about to speak but you cut him off.Â
âKirishima look at me.â He does. âThis was the first thing we were supposed to read in this course. Have you done any of the reading for this class?â Kirishima goes bright red, shrinking nervously from Bakugou.Â
âShitty hair?â Bakugou growls. âSkippinâ out on the reading, huh?â You raise your eyebrows and start to gather your things. Kirishima buries his face in his hands.Â
âWait,â you stop and look at him, youâd already stood to make your escape. âPlease help me study, please help me catch up.â He eyes Bakugou. âHeâs the meanest tutor, and I feel like you wouldnât be.â You sigh.Â
âKirishima, weâre not even friends.â You reach for your coffee but he looks so hurt that you pause. Bakugou snorts.Â
âNever thought Iâd see the day where it took you more than five minutes to make friends with someone,â he eyes you, âWhatâs your deal? Youâre a transfer, right?â Your hands shake a little as you respond.Â
âYep.â It could be your imagination, but for a fraction of a second, Bakugouâs eyes flick to your hands before moving back to your face, softening a little.Â
âPlease.â Kirishima says, taking a step forward. âIâll do something for you, anything.â You sigh, looking away. âIâll introduce you to all our friends!â he offers. âYou donât know anyone, right?âÂ
âAnd I like it that way.â You counter and that gets a genuine laugh out of Bakugou. âIâll tutor you, though,â you offer, âOn one condition.â Kirishima nods, and you sit back down. âI will make every decision about this project.â Â
âThatâs fine!â He says brightly. âThank you, thank you so much.â Bakugou clears his throat, youâre still holding his phone.Â
âActually,â you say, âThis is an ok place to start.â You turn the phone to Kirishima on the table who shakes his head.Â
âRead it to me, please, please it sounds so much better.â You massage your temples, watching Bakugou smirk.Â
âFie, fie, unknit that threatening unkind brow, And dart not scornful glances from those eyes, To wound thy lord, thy king, thy governor.â You say, not sure where to look.Â
âOk, so donât question your boss.â Kirishima says, âGot it.âÂ
âNot quite.â You say. âVery sweet of you to immediately strip the clearly gendered terminology from this passage.â Bakugou knocks shoulders with his boyfriend.Â
âTry again.â He motions for you to continue.Â
âIt blots thy beauty as frosts do bite the meads, Confounds thy fame as whirlwinds shake fair buds, And in no sense is meet or amiable. A woman movâd is like a fountain troubled- Muddy, ill-seeming, thick, bereft of beauty.âÂ
âOh.â Kirishima says. âThis is about, uh, like, when women arenât sweet theyâre ugly?â You nod, smiling.Â
âYeah, thatâs as decent interpretation. Think about the words, a woman moved is like a fountain troubled, women who have strong emotion or even rational thought thatâs being read as emotion due to a sexist lense, has as much value as a fountain thatâs broken, spewing mud. Think about that metaphor.â Kirishimaâs brow furrows.Â
âI donât like this. I love it when women arenât sweet.â Then he smiles at you. ââCourse, if they wanna be, thatâs fine by me.â You hand Bakugou his phone back.Â
âIâm finished debasing my gender for your entertainment.â You say to the blonde, and scribble something down on a scrap of paper. âIâm free Saturday afternoon, this is my number, text me if you want to be tutored.â Â
_______
On Friday night, youâre curled up with a mug of hot chocolate and your favorite show, with a soft blanket, happily alone in your single. You get a text from Kirishima.Â
Kirishima: hey! Weâre having a movie night. Wanna come over?
You: Iâm good, thanksÂ
Kirishima: come on, what are you doing?
You: watching Jane the Virgin
Kirishima: alone or am I interrupting a netflix and chill session
You: aaaaaaaaa i like being alone itâs fineÂ
You toss your phone aside, ignoring itâs incessant buzzing, watching Jane pick out a wedding dress, tearing up when her father shows up. You have a moment where you genuinely struggle with the desire to respond, grappling with your own social anxiety before choosing the comfort of being alone. Thereâs a soft knock at the door. You throw a zip up hoodie on over your tank top.Â
âHey,â Thereâs a guy standing in the hallway with dark hair. You donât recognize him. âIâm Shindou, your next door neighbor.â You shrug.Â
âHi, can I help you?â You can smell the alcohol on his breath, he runs his fingers through his hair..Â
âCan I come in?â He asks, smiling brilliantly. You shake your head.Â
âNo thanks,â you lean against the doorframe. âWhatâs up?â He takes a step near you.Â
âYou can um,â he says, smiling sheepishly, âI was hoping I could come in.â Heâs swaying a little.Â
âNope,â you try and close the door but he wedges an elbow into it, catching the door frame in a large hand.
âI would like you to leave.â You say, with as much firmness as you can muster.Â
âDonât be like that, sweetheart.â He says, smiling, âCome on, donât be a bitch about this,âÂ
âDonât be a bitch about what?â A familiar voice growls from down the hallway.
âJust leave.â You say, pleading, trying again to close the door on him but he shoves his way in, stumbling drunk. You jump out of the way but he knocks into you, and you slam against the chest of drawers next to your door, the air rushing from your lungs. Strong hands pull him back though, as you catch yourself before he can hit the ground. You see Bakugou slam him against a wall.Â
âWalk it the fuck off.â Bakugou snarls, before turning his attention to you. âText Kirishima back. Youâre hurting his feelings.â He says, before registering your face, how shaken you are. âOh shit, donât fuckinâ cry.â Your hands shake, hard.Â
âW-what are you doing in my building?â You ask. He blinks at you.Â
âI live here.â He points to the black garbage bag he put down to grab Shindo. âThat guys an asshole. Stay away from him.â You nod and he sighs, looking away. âFine.â He pushes his way into your room, and before you can say anything heâs wrapping his arms around you. âShh, or shut up or somethinâ, okay?â You bury your face in his neck, it does feel nice, to be held. He lets you go after about a minute. âCome on. Movie night.âÂ
âI donât-âÂ
âDid that sound like a fuckinâ invitation to you?â He snarls. âBecause I meant it like a goddamn order.â You nod, sniffling a little. He waits for you while you pick up your phone and slip into some shoes.Â
âGonna uh,â he says, âGonna put pants on?â You turn beet red and lift the end of your long hoodie to reveal the shorts you were wearing, he looks almost disappointed. âCome on then, we donât have all damn night.â You grab your room key and phone and follow him down the hallway to the garbage shoot, and then up to his room. He lived on the fourth floor, and his room had slanted ceilings that were covered with posters. Thereâs a small crowd gathered on an array of beanbag chairs, and the small dorm room was spotless. Kirishimaâs face lights up.Â
âYou came!â He says, getting up and giving you a quick hug.Â
âSome fuckinâ asshole tried to barge into her room.â Bakugou growls. âDick.â Kirishimaâs eyes widen.Â
âWho?â He says to Bakugou. Bakugou rolls his eyes.Â
âShindo, who the fuck else?â Kirishimaâs jaw tightens for a second before turning to the group, snatching a remote and pausing the movie.Â
âHey! This is y/n. Sheâs really nice so try not to scare her off.â They introduce you to their friends, Denki, Mina, and Sero. âSheâs a transfer.â They greet you, someone hands you a drink and you settle in an empty bean bag chair. Kirishima sits next to you, his face a little flushed.Â
âHey,â He says quietly. âDid you read my texts or did Bakugou just spirit you up here to make me happy?â You blink at him.Â
âUm I didnât read them.â you confess. âI just, people make me so nervous.â He nods.Â
âI can tell.â He looks away. âI was pretty excited to be partnered with you. I uh, Iâve missed everything we were supposed to be learning in class because I keep staring at you.âÂ
âYouâre drunk.â You say and he shrugs.Â
âCatch up.â You hit him lightly on the back of the head,Â
âDonât you have a boyfriend?â He laughs and slips an arm around you.Â
âWe have an understanding.â He leans over, âAnd honestly I think he likes you too.â You make a decision and down your drink quickly, then settle into the crook of his arm. He moves you, so that youâre flush against his side. You look around nervously but Sero and Mina are full on making out and ignoring the movie, Denkiâs fallen asleep. You feel his breath on your ear and your neck erupts in goosebumps. âCan I get you another drink?â You nod, face burning. You turn your face and meet his eyes, for just a moment. âHey, Bakugou, can you pass me that?â Kirishima points to the half empty bottle of vodka. Youâd almost forgotten the blonde. Bakugou is lying on his bed, but he gets up, grabbing it and a plastic bottle of fruit juice. He sits down slowly on the other side of the beanbag chair with a grunt, taking your red plastic cup from you and dumping the rest of the cranberry juice in it. Kirishima gets on his side, resting his head in one of his palms. You mimic his movements, snuggling into his hard chest. Bakugou rolls his eyes and pours less than one shot into your cup. You pout.
âWhat? You donât need more to drink.â He grumbles. You take the cup from him, and sip it.Â
âThis is basically just juice!â You complain and you feel Kirishima groan softly as you push up a little on the beanbag chair to get closer to Bakugou, inadvertently pressing your ass against his crotch. He takes one of your hips in his huge hand, reaching under your hoodie, fingers digging into your soft flesh.Â
âI said you donât need any more to drink.â Bakugou snaps. âIâve got half a goddamn mind to take that from ya,â he eyes the cup, âAnd just get you both water.â Kirishimaâs hand travels up under your hoodie, pushing your tank top up to rest on your waist. You give Bakugou your best, brattiest smile, and tip the cranberry juice drink into your mouth, chugging it and then handing him your empty cup. He smiles evilly and cocks his head to one side. âBrat. Youâll pay for that.â You shrug, feeling Kirishima start to rub circles into your skin, to draw your body closer to his.
âYou should be nicer to him.â Kirishima says, as Bakugou climbs onto the beanbag chair, laying down and facing you. He watches your face carefully as Kirishimaâs hand moves lower, under the elastic band of your shorts. You can feel his swelling erection rubbing against your ass. âHe calls the shots around here, baby.â He parts your folds with two fingers and you feel your face warm as he drags his fingers lazily across your slit. He presses gently, experimentally, on your clit and your mouth drops open, sucking a sharp breath.Â
Bakugouâs lips crash down on yours, muffling the sweet hiccuping moan that would have escaped your lips as Kirishima starts to circle your clit with one calloused hand. His kiss is hot, searing, and he swipes your lips with his tongue before slipping it between them, keeping you quiet in the darkness as the others watch the movie intently. He guides you carefully, cupping your face in expert hands, while Kirishima locks your body against his with one arm wrapped under your ribs, and tortures you with the other.Â
âSheâs so wet.â He whispers. âWhenâs the last time anyone touched you, baby?â He coos. Of course you donât answer, you canât, as he dips a finger into your aching core, and you bite down hard on Bakugouâs lip. You taste blood and the blonde pulls away from you, something wild in his eyes. You get out half a gasp before his mouth is back on yours, this time he reaches for your body, you hear your hoodie unzip. He reaches under your sweatshirt, palming your breasts, grunting softly. You hold onto his arms, digging little half moons in the contours of his bicep.Â
âYouâre so fuckinâ soft.â He says into your mouth. âGonna be a good girl and stay quiet for me?â You nod, Anything, anything as long as Kirishima didnât stop fucking you with his fingers, pressing against that one bundle of nerves in a way that was making your eyes roll and your face hot. You can feel him grinding his hard cock against your ass. Bakugou lifts your tank top over your shirt and pulls your breasts out of your bra. âNice tits.â He groans, before taking a nipple in his mouth and sucking hungrily.Â
âSheâs gonna cum.â Kirishima warns, and itâs true you can feel that tight coil in your stomach, feel the muscles in your thighs tense, as you near your release. To your dismay, Bakugou chuckles.Â
âNah, she doesnât need it yet.â He moves back up into your eyeline. âIn case youâre too stupid to understand that, youâre not allowed to cum yet, got it.â You meet his intense gaze and he rolls his eyes and covers your mouth with his free hand. âI wanna see you fuckinâ cry for it.â You flex your feet, squirming against Kirishima as you reach our and hold onto Bakugouâs muscled forearms. You feel his breath, hot on your ear. âCâmon bitch.â He growls. âI said I wanted to see you cry.â Kirishima drags his thrumb roughly across your clit and you nearly lose it, screwing up your face in concentration.Â
âAw,â Kirishima coos. âShe wants to be a good girl so bad, Katsuki.â He presses a kiss to the top of your head. âYouâre doing so well, baby.â Bakugou grabs your jaw roughly, holding it so tightly that youâre forced to part your lips, panting like a dog. Your eyes start to water, it hurts, it hurts so badly, you just want to cum, youâll do anything, youâre desperate for it. Your lower lip trembles as the first tear rolls down your cheek, disappearing into the fabric of the beanbag chair.Â
âHarder.â Bakugou orders, and you can see him palming his cock with his free hand through his pants. For a second you think heâs talking to you but when Kirishima picks up the pace you realize you were wrong, he watches you tremble. âYou look fucking pathetic.â He snarls. âWhat would you give me, to cum, right now?âÂ
âAnything.â You breathe, eyes watering. âAnything you wanted.â He grins again, that same wildness in his eyes before he spits in your open mouth.Â
âSwallow.â He commands, still speaking lowly enough so that his friends, apparently incredibly stoned, canât here. âThen cum for me, bitch.â You release the coil youâd been holding and your whole body spasms as wave after wave of pleasure hits you, Kirishima carefully carries you through your high. Youâre vaguely aware, on some level, of how youâre gushing around his fingers, of his little groan,
âShit, she clenches so hard when she cums.â Kirishima breathes. Bakugouâs mouth is pressed against yours, muffling the desperate moan that comes from deep within you. Your hands shake as you grab fistfuls of his t-shirt and hold on for dear life. When your vision clears youâre on your back between the two men. Kirishima is brushing the hair softly off your forehead, and Bakugou is pressing a surprisingly soft kiss to your cheek. âIs your room empty, baby?â Kirishima asks and you nod, unable to speak yet. âShould we go there?â You nod again and try to stand, feeling how sticky your shorts have become, the drying slick on your thighs.Â
âWait!â Kirishima says and your knees give out. Bakugou catches you easily, lifting you in his arms and rolling his eyes.Â
âDonât try and walk after cumming like that, stupid.â He says, shaking his head. They walk down to your empty dorm room, where when they flick the lights on, your long forgotten mug of hot chocolate is on the window sill, probably ice cold.Â
âThis is so cute!â Kirishima coos. âYou know Iâve had a crush on you all semester.â He smoothes out your baby blue comforter. âItâs not exactly how Iâve imagined it, but itâs so you.â Bakugou deposits you on the bed.Â
âKnew there was a reason you had no fuckinâ clue what was happening in that class.â He looks at you. âWhen you can talk again heâs gonna need a goddamn tutor, so I hope we didnt fuck anything in there,â he taps your forehead, âup permanently.â Kirishima looks sheepish and Bakugou continues. âBut if youâre not talkinâ I can think of much better uses for your mouth.â You nod, and clear your throat with a high pitched grunt.Â
âYou uh,â you look at Kirishima. âYou like me?âÂ
âI may or may not have begged the professor to pair us together for this project.â You giggle.Â
âOi, sorry,â Bakugou snaps. âI meant suck my fuckinâ dick.â You flush, embarassed, he sits on your chair, unzipping his pants and putting one of your pillows at his feet. âCrawl.â He says pointing lazily at his feet. You slip all the way out of your hoodie before obliging.Â
âSheâs really so good,â Kirishima coos, âI knew that attitude was all an act, right, baby, you just wanna make us feel good, right?â You barely hear him, Bakugouâs taken his dick out of his pants and thereâs no other word for it, itâs pretty. Long and thick, the head a deep pink and dripping with precum.Â
âYeah.â You say softly, before taking the tip of him in your mouth, giving it a little kitten lick to clean the precum off of it before taking as much of it as you can, drooling sloppily on his lap. He groans.Â
âFuck, yeah princess, just like that,â He catches your eyes, âLove the way your lips look on my fat fuckinâ cock, look up at me, like that.â He looks up, putting one hand on the back of your head, setting a pace for you, forcing you just a little farther with each thrust. âWhat are you waiting for, shitty hair?â He growls. âJust gonna watch?â Kirishima runs his fingers through his hair and glances at Bakugouâs hands, tangled in your hair, âAwww,â Bakugou makes the sweetest sound his gravel allows, âYou were waiting for permission, like a good boy.â Kirishima nods.Â
âY-yes, sir.â He says.Â
âTake her shorts off.â Bakugou orders, leaning back in your fold up chair, the canvas groaning.â You lovinging flick your tongue over the underside of his cock. He pulls you back off of him though and speaks, âGreen means go, yellow means slow down, red means stop. If you tap me,â He says, tapping his own thigh, in case you were too stupid to understand that, âI will stop. Understand?â You nod. âSay it.â He says gruffly.Â
âI understand.â You say, and he reaches down, parting your soft lips with his thumb. You suck it hungrily and he smiles when you scrape your teeth against the pad of his finger.Â
âGet back to work.â He orders, and you do, taking as much of him as you can, concentrating on keeping your throat relaxed, swelling with pride at every little groan you elicit from his mouth. Kirishima kneels behind you, letting out a soft whine as he rubs the head of his cock against your slit.Â
âSheâs so wet,â Kirishima moans, âCan, can I please fuck her, please?â Bakugou takes his eyes off yours for a moment, not releasing the back of your head.Â
âHave you been a good fuckinâ boy?â He asks huskily. Kirishima nods emphatically. âHmmm,â Bakugou rumbles, closing his eyes in pleasure as you drool on his cock. âWhat do you think,â he grabs you by the hair and pulls you off his dick, âWant him to fuck you?â You turn around and look at him, and gasp a little. Heâs so big, the biggest youâve ever seen, wide and long, at least 8 inches, purple tipped and dripping with precum. Heâs pumping himself slowly. You turn back to Bakugou.Â
âI-Is it gonna hurt, daddy?â You ask, the title slipping from your lips like water. Bakugouâs dick twitches in front of your face.Â
âHe can go slow, for you,â Bakugou growls, pressing a kiss to the top of your head. âMake sure sheâs prepped dumbass.â He nods at Kirishima, and you move to keep sucking Bakugouâs cock but he catches your face. âI wanna watch you take it.â He says gruffly, savoring the way your eyes widen at the pressure, and then the stretch, and then the pain, as Kirishima gently eases inside of you. He waits to move until he hears your sharp little gasp, your mouth dropping open and saliva dribbling down your chin. Bakugou grins, taking the chance to force himself back in your mouth, focusing on his own orgasm now, grabbing a fistful of your hair and setting his own pace. This time itâs impossible to relax, if you could concentrate on anything it would be the pleasant pain of Kirishima rutting his huge cock against your soft walls, but Bakugou forces your head all the way up his length, so that your nose is pressed to the blonde tuft of hair at his stomach.Â
âFuck,â Kirishima says harshly, âShe got even tighter when you did that,â he picks up the pace a little and you see stars. Bakugou starts fucking your throat in earnest now, groaning, fingers tearing through your hair.Â
âTake it, bitch,â He growls, when he sees your eyes start to water as you gag, âFuck yeah, baby just like that, you like this?â He looks at Kirishima, blushy and glossy eyed as he snaps his hips against your ass. âYou like gettinâ fuckinâ spitroasted like some dirty fuckinâ whore, huh?â Thereâs no way for you to respond, not with your jaw aching, not as his thrusts become erratic and he slams himself all the way down your throat again. You feel him start to explode in your throat, but then he pulls out, coating your face in his cum and leaning back in your chair. âGood girl,â he breathes while you gag and sputter, âGood fuckinâ girl.â He sighs heavily. âYou look so good like this, daddyâs desperate little slut, arentcha?â
âY-yes daddy.â You say with the first lungful of sweet air youâre able to get. âOh god,â you choke out as Kirishima starts going even faster, hitting your g-spot with every thrust, hitting every spot, even now, it hurt a little, he was so, so big. Bakugou leans forward and pushes down on your shoulders so that youâre down on your elbows, forcing your back into a harsher arch. With nothing to muffle your sounds they spill from your lips like water, âK-kirishima,â you moan, and he laughs, slapping your ass lightly.Â
âSo what, heâs daddy and Iâm Kirishima?âÂ
âSounds right to me.â Bakugou says threateningly, from your chair, reaching out to brush the hair out of your face, surprisingly gently. âDo you want to cum again, bitch?â He asks and you nod vigourously. âUse your words.â He snaps.Â
âYes, daddy, wanna cum please.â You look up at him, eyes wide.Â
âDo you deserve to cum?â He asks and you nod without thinking.Â
âPlease, please let me, Iâll, Iâll do whatever you want I-â The words come out of your mouth so quickly that he laughs at you.Â
âSo fuckinâ eager to please,â He taunts, âYou wanna be a good girl so badly, donât you, just wanna be daddyâs good slut?âÂ
âF-fuck.â Kirishima groans, kneading at your ass, grabbing your hips and fucking you butally, your knees give out, âShe got so tight when you said that, keep going, please,â he begs,Â
âYou like when I tell you youâre a slut huh?â Bakugou rasps, grinning at your stupid fucked out expression, âYou look so good covered in my cum, bitch, such a good little cocksleeve, just a sweet little cunt on legs.â Kirishima reaches down and pinches your clit between two fingers and you keen, âYou can cum, cocksleeve.â Bakugou orders and Kirishima rakes his nails down your back as you come undone beneath him with a soft cry, a choked sob.Â
âIâm close.â Kirishima whines, âWhere should I-âÂ
âOn her.â Bakugou says. âI wanna see my pretty little bitch covered in our cum.â You look up at that. âThatâs right, baby, youâre my fucking bitch now.â Kirishima pulls out, his hot release spurting all over your back as your whole body trembles. Kirishima collapses on the floor next to you but Bakugou reaches into his pocket, grabs his phone and snaps a picture. âYou look so good all fucked out.â He says. âDonât move, dumbasses.â He gets up, fixing his pants and then leaves. You hear your door close and turn your head to Kirishima.Â
âHi.â You say very quietly. He smiles at you.Â
âYou okay?â You nod. âWeâll take good care of you.â He coos, âAftercare is important. Heâs right, by the way, you look so fucking good like this.â He takes you in, swollen lips, and glossy eyes, watery black lines on your cheeks from the last remnants of your eye makeup. He reaches over, dipping two fingers into the cum on your back and then pushing them between your lips. You lick them clean and he beams at you. âSuch a good girl!â You warm with pride at the praise. You hear the door open and Bakugou comes back. He squats beside you.Â
âCâmere.â He grunts, carefully, gently wiping your face with a warm washcloth, and when your face is clean he kisses your forehead and hands the towel to Kirishima, who cleans off your back. He cups your face in both of his hands.Â
âGood girl.â Bakugou says gruffly. âGonna lie down with us, let us take care of ya a little?â You nod and Bakugou climbs into your twin bed, flattening himself against the wall. Kirishima lifts you, laughing at your humiliating attempt at walking.Â
âYou might have a limp tomorrow.â He says brightly. âBut maybe not! Not everyone does.â Bakugou takes your body, angling it against his, and Kirishima lies down, facing the two of you, giving Bakugou a sweet tender kiss before throwing his phone at the lightswitch, effectively engulfing the room in darkness.Â
âThat better not have broken your shit, dumbass.â Bakugou grumbles, as Kirishima slips a leg in between yours. âYou got a case for your shit yet?â Kirishima freezes.Â
âOh fuck,â he yawns, âOops. Set an alarm for me?â Bakugou nods. âYou okay?â Kirishima asks you again, scrutinizing your face.Â
âYeah,â you sigh happily. âTired.âÂ
âGo to sleep.â Bakugou says. âBoth of you. Itâs late as fuck.â You close your eyes, focusing on the soft breathing of the two men holding you, feeling safe, and warm and comfortable.Â
Itâs much, much later when you stir. Youâre sleeping on top of Bakugouâs chest and Kirishima is spooning you, with his face buried in his boyfriendâs neck. Thereâs a knocking at your door.Â
âHey,â you hear, âHey, you up, I know youâre in there.â You move a little and Bakugou is awake immediately, anchoring you to his chest with one arm.Â
âSomeoneâs here?â You whisper. âI donât know.â Kirishima gets up and rubs his eyes.Â
âIâll check it out.â He opens the door in his boxers. âOh, hey Shindo?âÂ
âI-is, y/n there?â Kirishima grins.Â
âYeah, but itâs 3AM. Sheâs real tired, if you get my drift.â
âFuck you.â Shindou spits, slamming the door in Kirishimaâs face, he bursts out laughing.Â
âShut the fuck up.â Bakugou growls, shifting you to the far side of his chest and reaching an arm out for Kirishma. âDo you know what goddamn time it is?â He pulls the slightly larger boy into him. âSheâs gotta tutor you tomorrow.â Kirishima sighs with happiness.Â
âThen we gotta take her on a real date.â You open your eyes. âWanna go to olive garden?âÂ
âNo.â You and Bakugou say at the same time. âGo the fuck to sleep!âÂ
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the tension between you and the stupid icing as you try to keep your shaky hands still. âalmost there, donât mess up nowâŠâ and then a hand is on the small of your back.
âis this for me?â bakugo asks, a nosy little bastard as he reads the happy birth on the strawberry cake. âwhatâre youâ you werenât supposed to be back yet!â
he ignored your comment and glances at the bowl full of macerated sliced strawberries, sneaking one in his mouth.
you move the bowl away, giving him a look. theyâre for the cake. he grins with a âitâs my birthday i can do what i want.â
bakugo takes the piping bag and you donât struggle against, âwhat are you doing? this was supposed to be a surprise.â
he gives you a kiss and bumps you with his hip, âyou obviously need my help, move your ass aside.â
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Tantrums.
Suki: *throwing a tantrum*
Kiri: *watching*
Suki: ugghhh! Ahhh! *screams*
Kiri: you done?
Suki: Daddy! I want-
Kiri: no no no
Suki: *sniffles*
Kiri: breath in
Suki: *inhales*
Kiri: breath out
Suki: *exhales*
Kiri: one more time
Suki: *repeats*
Kiri: better?
Suki: yeah
Kiri: now ask me, kindly.
Suki: where's papa?
Kiri: he's at work, princess. He'll be back soon so why don't we make him something for when he gets back?
Suki: cookies!!
Kiri: yeah okay
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Baku: I'm back!
Kiri: hey baby, how was-
Baku: stupid fucking Deku! Again! Little shit got in my way! Again!
Kiri: -work
Baku: UGGGH! I swear to god one of these days I'm gonna take that nerd and fucking-
Kiri: you done?
Baku: no I'm not done!
Kiri: Katsuki you're acting like a child, I can't kiss you hello till you calm down and grow up.
Baku: but I-
Kiri: breathe in
Baku: *inhales*
Kiri: breathe out
Baku: *exhales*
Kiri: and again
Baku: *repeats*
Kiri: better?
Baku: a little
Kiri: good boy. now kiss me and tell me how your day went, calmly.
Baku: *kiss*
Kiri: *kiss* how was your day, baby?
Baku: it was fine, Deku supported me through the whole thing and I'm grateful for his friendship.
Kiri: such a good boy
Baku: *whines* Eiiii
Kiri: not now baby, we have a daughter to take care of but I'll play with you later, mkay?
Baku: okay
Kiri: okay?
Baku: okay daddy
Kiri: good boy- SUKI GUESS WHO'S-
Suki: *running* PAPA! YOU'RE BACK! YOU'RE BACK! I made you cookies!
Baku: thanks kid, miss me that much huh?
Suki: cuz I love you
Baku: I love you too
Suki: I know. Who wouldn't?
Baku: that's my girl!
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Everyone needs to be saved
Pairing Katsuki Bakugou x female reader
Genre : heavy angst to comfort and fluff at the end.
WC and warnings : 3.5 k / HEAVY ANGST, reader is an escort, agression, violence, sexual assault, abusive behavior, mention of rape.
Summary : When Katsuki Bakugou crosses your way, he saw, depp in your eyes, that you were screaming for help. But not just help with the situation... You needed to be saved from your own life. From yourself. And how could he pretend to be a hero if he had ignored your call ? But actually, there's no need to be a hero : anyone can save someone !
Another evening. Another chore to bear. Another weight to carry on your naked shoulders and your tiny high heels. Working as an escort in a nightclub is far from being a nice or an easy job. Especially in the nightclub youâre working in⊠A fancy place, overpriced, where an hour with a girl like you is way more than expensive, and where customers think that their money pave the way to all their whim. The richest are the most unbearable. You canât stand them. They disgust you. Your greedy boss disgust you. You disgust yourself ! Letting so many people decide for you, and dispose of your time, body and energy according to their desires⊠Youâre no more than a puppet with invisible strings. And even if youâre aware of this reality, even if you do tell yourself every day that youâre worthier than this, you still put on your lacy corset, with your garters and high heels and do your smoky make up to please all your clients. You hate every single second of this work, but it does pay your bills and all the depts you contracted. It somehow assures you a comfortable living while your old job never could. And that is what you keep repeating yourself while suffering all those hands on you, all those lustful stares undressing you, all those lewd words whispered in your ear. Even though your job is only to keep company to those rich men, and not to have real sex with them, you feel dirty after every session just like if you had done it anyway.
So, sometimes, just to take a little deep breath and try not to sink in this awaked nightmare, you sneak through the back door, where thereâs nothing more than the garbage and some cars, to allow yourself a little break. The night is cold outside the lecherous warmth in the club, so you close your coat a little more. With shaky hands, you try to light on a cigarette, but couldnât actuate the lighter correctly. You were about to come back inside, disappointed, when someone a hand grasped your shoulder.
_ Here you are, lovely ! I search everywhere for you ! I wasnât done with you, why did you leave ?
He was talking so close to you that you could smell his alcoholic breath fanning on your skin. He was clearly drunk. Normally, you should always be kind and obedient with customers, but you were a little bit on your nervesâ edge right now.
_ I left because the hour you booked with me was over. Excuse me now, I have to go back to work.
He didnât let go of your arm, his grip too strong for you to escape it. You didnât want anything to do with him anymore⊠A disgusting drunk old man. He could be your father ! Lusting on young girls doesnât bother him apparently.
_ Iâll pay for more when Iâll come back inside, donât worry for money. Come here, kitten, I want you now.
He dragged you towards him, but you didnât want to allow him anything more than you already have. Even if heâs paying for it, youâre not allowed to spend all the night with one client. So, it wasnât possible. You were trying to explain it to him calmly, but he didnât seem to understand or even to listen to you. With all your strength, you push the lustful man but you arenât strong enough. You just managed to make him angry. Furrowing his brows, he forcefully slapped your cheek while his grip tightens on your arm to maintain you still, and, force of you to admit it, a scream of horror and pure fear escapes your mouth when your felt his other hand brushing against your breast and a prominent bulge poking against your thigh. You started wrestling, crying and asking him to release you, but it was an authoritative low voice coming out of nowhere who saved you.
_ The lady said no. Are you deaf or stupid ? Release her immediately.
_ Sheâs not a lady. Sheâs a whore that I paid for, so none of your business. If you want some, my boy, go found one inside, this one wonât be available for a little time.
His smirk gave you disgust chills but before he could do anything else, your harasser is drawn back by a strong arm. Your eyes followed his hand to his elbow to his shoulder, and you could recognize to whom belongs this body. Youâre being rescued by Dynamight himself. How lucky you are ! He shakes the disgusting pervert a bit, maybe to put his good-sense back in place.
_ I am not your boy and Iâm not gonna say it twice ! Let go of her and get out !
The old man hissed at him, but couldnât face the angry hero, who would probably not hesitate to use his quirk to make himself heard. So, disingenuously, he returned inside the club with a glare in your direction. Youâre gonna be in trouble, but for now, you could just slouch against the dirty wall, and dry the tears that rolled down your cheeks, smudging your make up. Your cheek was bleeding a bit.. When the old man slapped you, one of his rings notched your skin. The blond hero handed you a tissue, but you didnât want his help. You want nothing to do with him. He arched a brow, but when you didnât say anything, he decided to break the silence.
_ Youâre welcome !
_ Thank you but actually I didnât ask for your help !
_ You seem angry that I did intervein. Maybe should I had let him finish harassing you ?
This idea made you chill again. You should be sweeter, because he really did save you, but the memory of a previous hero saving you prevents you from being gentle, thankful and naĂŻve.
_ Donât play it like this with me. I know what kind of people you really are, you heroes.
_ And what are we ?
_ Selfish people. You let everyone think that youâre saving damsels in distress and actually fighting for noble values, but at the end of the day, youâre just serving your own interestsâŠ
Your eyes were red with tears, your nose red because of the cold, and your cheeks surely red with anger. You didnât let him answer and continued.
_ You wouldnât do such things outside your work time just for helping me. So what do you want ? What would you ask me for this ? A kiss maybe ? No⊠Itâs too cute, too romantic⊠To cheesy. And you, really busy people, donât have time for such things⊠Of course not, you need more⊠Maybe helping you blow the steam off ? Because you know being an asshole every day is so tiring and stressing ! So, I am sorry, but I didnât ask for anything and donât owe you nothing !
_ Why are you so convinced that I am going to ask for⊠something ?
_ Because you donât get something for nothing in life. And I know that one day or another, if I owe you, Iâll have to pay for it. And thereâs no way for it.
He seemed skeptical, but you couldnât see it since you returned back to work. You know that youâre gonna be in trouble, first because you disappeared for more than twenty minutes, and you werenât supposed to take a break. And secondly, because your customer probably went to your boss to complain, and this is your biggest trouble. But all this couldnât worry you more than what happened outside⊠You have been assaulted, sexually assaulted, and you would have been raped probably if it wasnât for Dynamight passing by, after finishing his routine night patrol. He wasnât obliged to help you. But he did. And you didnât even thank him properly. And why ? Because once you âdatedâ a hero that you met after a small rescue, and he did break your heart and your soul, abusing of his position to ask for many inappropriate things. Even though he never forced you, you always felt like you owe him something and it took you time to realize that what was going on wasnât something you wanted. Your whole relationship was something wrong. And it still hurts you now, especially with this work. You took a deep breath before returning in the main room, where you should join your next customer and apologize for being late, but one of the watchmen placed next the doors to supervise the crowd and avoid problems stopped you.
_ The boss is looking for you, you should join him. And speed up, heâs really angry.
You winced. The watchman gives you a pity look, which confirmed for you that youâre not gonna escape this easily.
On the other hand, Katsuki Bakugou was still skeptical⊠He doesnât know what to think about what happened earlier in the evening. He returned back to his agency, cloud minded and concerned. His colleagues tried to ask about whatâs happening to him, but they didnât get any clear answer. He took a shower, and he delegated his report paperwork to his secretary to finish earlier. Usually, heâs the last one to leave the agency. But not today. He changed himself from hero outfit to civilian clothes and left quickly. Since he never takes time for himself and his personal matters, his colleagues assumed that he maybe has a date, or something like this, but they were wrong. He was still on duty. In this poorly lit street, he has left a âdamsel in distressâ who needs to be saved. He couldnât and still canât ignore her, and the look that she had. But it wasnât an emergency, nor a real hero job. Even if she didnât ask for help, her eyes were shouting that she needs someone to save her. She doesnât need a hero, she needs a human that understands her, listens to her and comforts her. And anyone can do so.
And actually, you did need help. At the very moment, when your boss shouts in your face out of anger, your eyes indeed reflect all your distress. Your headâs buzzing, and it took you some concentration to hear what the angry man in front of you was shouting.
_ ⊠upset one of our best customers just for your ego ! Do you know how much money your miserable dignity just cost me ?! You were late, so I had to refund the next client, and since you vexed the previous one, I had to refund him too ! He asks for a whole night with you instead of a single hour as indemnity for this affront. And I canât refuse ! So I had to cancel all your meetings for tonight ! Which costs nearly your salary for the two coming weeks ! And look at you now ! This hit will go blue for at least a week, so I canât plan you for the important clients until itâs healed⊠This couldnât be any worse !
You were crying, without any restraint. This is your worst nightmare⊠Youâre trying to stop, to not show your weakness, trying to stifle your sobs, but it only makes you hiccups pathetically. Through your teary and blurry vision, you could see that the door opened, and the watchman appears to announce that thereâs someone asking for the boss. But he seemed a little bit too nervous about it.
_ Canât they wait ? I am busy right now !
_ No, sir, heâs asking to see you now, and it seems important.
He was about to leave, but he hesitated.
_ Heâs really insisting, andâŠ
Katsuki Bakugou ainât a patient man, and heâs definitely not gonna wait for someoneâs permission. He stepped in your bossâ office and you could see his concern when his crimson stare landed on you. Which is understandable: youâre sniffling, red eyes and runny nose, and your bruised cheekbone isnât probably pretty to see. Having a pro hero in his office changed your bossâ state of mind immediately. He didnât seemed pissed of by the interruption anymore, but actually really pleased.
_ Sir Dynamight ! What a surprise ! I am happy to greet you here tonight ! Excuse my employee, he made you wait for too long ! You should have brought him in earlier ! Get out of here, and take (Y/n) with you ! Excuse me, sir Dynamight ! Please, take a seat ! What can I do for you ?
The watchman was taking you out when Bakugouâs answer froze you on the spot.
_ Her. I want her.
_ (Y/n) ? Forget about her ! We have plenty of girls who can satisfy all your fantasies better than her. Actually, she isnât available for tonight⊠But, as I said, youâll have no trouble finding someone to have a good time with here !
Bakugou didnât answer immediately, neither did he took a seat... Instead, he took his wallet out of his coat, and then handed a wad of banknotes to your boss. From where you stood you could notice that it was a hell of a lot of money !
_ No. Sheâs free for the night. Actually, for all this money, sheâs free for the week. What do you think ?
_ Of course ! Weâll settle you in a private lounge and donât worry, we take care of everything ! Just let us take (Y/n) get a makeover and then sheâs all yours !
You felt betrayed, shocked and disgusted. He just sold you for a bunch of money. And the âheroâ disgusted you even more !
_ No, thereâs no need for that.
Bakugou reached for you and softly took your arm of the watchmanâs grip. He replaced a lock of hair behind your ear and then examined the bruise on your face.
_ We need to get this hurt fixed⊠Do you have any clothes ? Go get your things, weâre leaving. I am waiting here for you.
Even if it was an order, he spoke softly like he would have done with some scared animal. Youâre still not understanding whatâs happening, but you decided to trust him and to go with him. This evening couldnât get any worse soâŠ
_ What do you mean, youâre leaving ? She works here and her shift isnât over yet !
_ It is. Sheâs done for tonight, and sheâs done for the week. You said it yourself, she all mine !
When you came back, he leaded you out of the club, and as soon as you got out, you started crying again, totally out of print by this evening. He called for a cab, before he put his coat on your shoulders.
_ Are you okay ?
You shook your head and continued crying. You couldnât focus on anything else except the devastating emotions that ravaged you from within, and when you finally calmed down a bit, you realized that you were in the car for a moment, by you didnât know where are you going. Maybe you should have been more careful, and not follow blindly someone you donât even know. You donât even recognize the neighborhood youâre in.
_ Where⊠Where are we ?
_ I donât knowâŠ
You furrowed your brows, interlocked.
_ What do you mean ?
_ I asked him to drive until youâre calmed down. It worked, actually.
He stared at you for a moment and realized something⊠You must be really alone and struggling in your life to do such a dangerous job, with a such an execrable boss and miserable working conditions.
_ I donât think that you should stay alone after this. Is there someone waiting for you at home ?
You shook your head, trying to not start crying again thinking that thereâs no one that actually cares about how youâre doing.
_ I wonât force you, and if you want to go home, Iâll take you, but⊠would you like to come with me ? At least for eating something and taking care of this bruise. And if you want to leave afterwards, I promise you that Iâll take you home.
You didnât know if you should trust him or not⊠He seemed to really care. He cared enough to come back and save you from your nightmare. Maybe he was a true hero. But how to know ? Well, actually, if he wanted something wrong from you, he could have done it in the club⊠Why would he bother himself taking you at his place ? Maybe heâs sincere⊠What is very strange is that you do not recognize the angry and brutal man portrayed by the media, neither the snappish hero you saw on interviews. Youâre facing a gentle person far from what you expected from him. You agreed, and this is how you ended sitting in Dynamightâs living room, with an ice pack on your face.
_ Wait here⊠I am coming back right now.
He left his flatâs door open, so you could see him in the corridor and not panic. He rang at his neighborâs door and you were surprised to see Deku opening.
_ Kacchan ? ⊠Do you know what time is it ? Are you okay ? What do you want ?
_ Shut up, damn nerd ! I know that itâs late but⊠Is your girlfriend here ?
_ Ochaco ? Why do you need her ?
_ None of your fucking business ! Uraraka, are you here ?
He entered his neighborsâ flat and you couldnât understand what happened from where you were, but when he finally came back, he was carrying a bundle of clothes. Feminine clothes. He put them on the table and bent down towards you to examine your wound.
_ Itâs not swollen anymore. Let me fix that.
And while he was treating you, you realized that he was actually snappish with the others. But he was acting differently with you. He was really gentle, and caring, and you didnât have someone doing so for you in a while. It was⊠feeling good. He ran a bath for you, and let you take your time and relax. Having someone whoâs taking care of everything is really soothing. When you came out of the bathroom, dressed in Uravityâs clothes, a nice and enticing smell of hot food led you to the kitchen where the great Dynamight, Katsuki Bakugou himself, casually dressed and wearing an apron, was cooking some fried noodles. For you. So many fans would kill to be in your shoes right now. Just as you sat on a high chair against the counter, he landed you a steaming bowl of broth.
_ Than you, DynamightâŠ
_ Thereâs no need to thank me. And itâs Katsuki when Iâm home. Drink while itâs hot.
You obey his commanding voice, already feeling better. He was taking good care of you. He was not the easiest person to communicate with, but you didnât feel any pressure to talk about what happened earlier. The diner went quite silently. After cleaning his kitchen, he asked if you donât want to stay and if he should call a cab, but you agreed to stay with him. You both settle on the couch watching a random TV show, and you felt asleep quite quickly.
You woke up, panicked, because you felt yourself moving. But it was just that Katsuki took you in his bed, and when you opened your eyes, he was leaving the room. You didnât want to be alone.
_ Please⊠Can you⊠Stay with me ?
_ â You sure ?
_ I donât want⊠to be alone. Please.
He took place next to you in his bed, and turned to the side to sleep, or not to bother you, or maybe both.
_ Katuski⊠Can I ask you something ?
_ Mmmh ?
_ Why did you come back ? I mean⊠I was rude to you and I told you that I didnât need you or your help. So why did you decide to rescue you me even if I refused ? I⊠donât understandâŠ
He remained silent for a second or two, before he turned to your side and shoved you in his arms. He answered with a sleepy voice.
_ Because, even if we don't want to admit it, everyone needs to be saved. Especially those who say that they donât need anyone. Those are the most in need⊠Believe me, I know something about itâŠ
You burst again into tears, because he understood you so well like no one ever did, and he held you close to him, letting you cry on his shoulder, until you calmed and finally both felt asleep like this.
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Everyone needs to be saved
Pairing Katsuki Bakugou x female reader
Genre : heavy angst to comfort and fluff at the end.
WC and warnings : 3.5 k / HEAVY ANGST, reader is an escort, agression, violence, sexual assault, abusive behavior, mention of rape.
Summary : When Katsuki Bakugou crosses your way, he saw, depp in your eyes, that you were screaming for help. But not just help with the situation... You needed to be saved from your own life. From yourself. And how could he pretend to be a hero if he had ignored your call ? But actually, there's no need to be a hero : anyone can save someone !
Another evening. Another chore to bear. Another weight to carry on your naked shoulders and your tiny high heels. Working as an escort in a nightclub is far from being a nice or an easy job. Especially in the nightclub youâre working in⊠A fancy place, overpriced, where an hour with a girl like you is way more than expensive, and where customers think that their money pave the way to all their whim. The richest are the most unbearable. You canât stand them. They disgust you. Your greedy boss disgust you. You disgust yourself ! Letting so many people decide for you, and dispose of your time, body and energy according to their desires⊠Youâre no more than a puppet with invisible strings. And even if youâre aware of this reality, even if you do tell yourself every day that youâre worthier than this, you still put on your lacy corset, with your garters and high heels and do your smoky make up to please all your clients. You hate every single second of this work, but it does pay your bills and all the depts you contracted. It somehow assures you a comfortable living while your old job never could. And that is what you keep repeating yourself while suffering all those hands on you, all those lustful stares undressing you, all those lewd words whispered in your ear. Even though your job is only to keep company to those rich men, and not to have real sex with them, you feel dirty after every session just like if you had done it anyway.
So, sometimes, just to take a little deep breath and try not to sink in this awaked nightmare, you sneak through the back door, where thereâs nothing more than the garbage and some cars, to allow yourself a little break. The night is cold outside the lecherous warmth in the club, so you close your coat a little more. With shaky hands, you try to light on a cigarette, but couldnât actuate the lighter correctly. You were about to come back inside, disappointed, when someone a hand grasped your shoulder.
_ Here you are, lovely ! I search everywhere for you ! I wasnât done with you, why did you leave ?
He was talking so close to you that you could smell his alcoholic breath fanning on your skin. He was clearly drunk. Normally, you should always be kind and obedient with customers, but you were a little bit on your nervesâ edge right now.
_ I left because the hour you booked with me was over. Excuse me now, I have to go back to work.
He didnât let go of your arm, his grip too strong for you to escape it. You didnât want anything to do with him anymore⊠A disgusting drunk old man. He could be your father ! Lusting on young girls doesnât bother him apparently.
_ Iâll pay for more when Iâll come back inside, donât worry for money. Come here, kitten, I want you now.
He dragged you towards him, but you didnât want to allow him anything more than you already have. Even if heâs paying for it, youâre not allowed to spend all the night with one client. So, it wasnât possible. You were trying to explain it to him calmly, but he didnât seem to understand or even to listen to you. With all your strength, you push the lustful man but you arenât strong enough. You just managed to make him angry. Furrowing his brows, he forcefully slapped your cheek while his grip tightens on your arm to maintain you still, and, force of you to admit it, a scream of horror and pure fear escapes your mouth when your felt his other hand brushing against your breast and a prominent bulge poking against your thigh. You started wrestling, crying and asking him to release you, but it was an authoritative low voice coming out of nowhere who saved you.
_ The lady said no. Are you deaf or stupid ? Release her immediately.
_ Sheâs not a lady. Sheâs a whore that I paid for, so none of your business. If you want some, my boy, go found one inside, this one wonât be available for a little time.
His smirk gave you disgust chills but before he could do anything else, your harasser is drawn back by a strong arm. Your eyes followed his hand to his elbow to his shoulder, and you could recognize to whom belongs this body. Youâre being rescued by Dynamight himself. How lucky you are ! He shakes the disgusting pervert a bit, maybe to put his good-sense back in place.
_ I am not your boy and Iâm not gonna say it twice ! Let go of her and get out !
The old man hissed at him, but couldnât face the angry hero, who would probably not hesitate to use his quirk to make himself heard. So, disingenuously, he returned inside the club with a glare in your direction. Youâre gonna be in trouble, but for now, you could just slouch against the dirty wall, and dry the tears that rolled down your cheeks, smudging your make up. Your cheek was bleeding a bit.. When the old man slapped you, one of his rings notched your skin. The blond hero handed you a tissue, but you didnât want his help. You want nothing to do with him. He arched a brow, but when you didnât say anything, he decided to break the silence.
_ Youâre welcome !
_ Thank you but actually I didnât ask for your help !
_ You seem angry that I did intervein. Maybe should I had let him finish harassing you ?
This idea made you chill again. You should be sweeter, because he really did save you, but the memory of a previous hero saving you prevents you from being gentle, thankful and naĂŻve.
_ Donât play it like this with me. I know what kind of people you really are, you heroes.
_ And what are we ?
_ Selfish people. You let everyone think that youâre saving damsels in distress and actually fighting for noble values, but at the end of the day, youâre just serving your own interestsâŠ
Your eyes were red with tears, your nose red because of the cold, and your cheeks surely red with anger. You didnât let him answer and continued.
_ You wouldnât do such things outside your work time just for helping me. So what do you want ? What would you ask me for this ? A kiss maybe ? No⊠Itâs too cute, too romantic⊠To cheesy. And you, really busy people, donât have time for such things⊠Of course not, you need more⊠Maybe helping you blow the steam off ? Because you know being an asshole every day is so tiring and stressing ! So, I am sorry, but I didnât ask for anything and donât owe you nothing !
_ Why are you so convinced that I am going to ask for⊠something ?
_ Because you donât get something for nothing in life. And I know that one day or another, if I owe you, Iâll have to pay for it. And thereâs no way for it.
He seemed skeptical, but you couldnât see it since you returned back to work. You know that youâre gonna be in trouble, first because you disappeared for more than twenty minutes, and you werenât supposed to take a break. And secondly, because your customer probably went to your boss to complain, and this is your biggest trouble. But all this couldnât worry you more than what happened outside⊠You have been assaulted, sexually assaulted, and you would have been raped probably if it wasnât for Dynamight passing by, after finishing his routine night patrol. He wasnât obliged to help you. But he did. And you didnât even thank him properly. And why ? Because once you âdatedâ a hero that you met after a small rescue, and he did break your heart and your soul, abusing of his position to ask for many inappropriate things. Even though he never forced you, you always felt like you owe him something and it took you time to realize that what was going on wasnât something you wanted. Your whole relationship was something wrong. And it still hurts you now, especially with this work. You took a deep breath before returning in the main room, where you should join your next customer and apologize for being late, but one of the watchmen placed next the doors to supervise the crowd and avoid problems stopped you.
_ The boss is looking for you, you should join him. And speed up, heâs really angry.
You winced. The watchman gives you a pity look, which confirmed for you that youâre not gonna escape this easily.
On the other hand, Katsuki Bakugou was still skeptical⊠He doesnât know what to think about what happened earlier in the evening. He returned back to his agency, cloud minded and concerned. His colleagues tried to ask about whatâs happening to him, but they didnât get any clear answer. He took a shower, and he delegated his report paperwork to his secretary to finish earlier. Usually, heâs the last one to leave the agency. But not today. He changed himself from hero outfit to civilian clothes and left quickly. Since he never takes time for himself and his personal matters, his colleagues assumed that he maybe has a date, or something like this, but they were wrong. He was still on duty. In this poorly lit street, he has left a âdamsel in distressâ who needs to be saved. He couldnât and still canât ignore her, and the look that she had. But it wasnât an emergency, nor a real hero job. Even if she didnât ask for help, her eyes were shouting that she needs someone to save her. She doesnât need a hero, she needs a human that understands her, listens to her and comforts her. And anyone can do so.
And actually, you did need help. At the very moment, when your boss shouts in your face out of anger, your eyes indeed reflect all your distress. Your headâs buzzing, and it took you some concentration to hear what the angry man in front of you was shouting.
_ ⊠upset one of our best customers just for your ego ! Do you know how much money your miserable dignity just cost me ?! You were late, so I had to refund the next client, and since you vexed the previous one, I had to refund him too ! He asks for a whole night with you instead of a single hour as indemnity for this affront. And I canât refuse ! So I had to cancel all your meetings for tonight ! Which costs nearly your salary for the two coming weeks ! And look at you now ! This hit will go blue for at least a week, so I canât plan you for the important clients until itâs healed⊠This couldnât be any worse !
You were crying, without any restraint. This is your worst nightmare⊠Youâre trying to stop, to not show your weakness, trying to stifle your sobs, but it only makes you hiccups pathetically. Through your teary and blurry vision, you could see that the door opened, and the watchman appears to announce that thereâs someone asking for the boss. But he seemed a little bit too nervous about it.
_ Canât they wait ? I am busy right now !
_ No, sir, heâs asking to see you now, and it seems important.
He was about to leave, but he hesitated.
_ Heâs really insisting, andâŠ
Katsuki Bakugou ainât a patient man, and heâs definitely not gonna wait for someoneâs permission. He stepped in your bossâ office and you could see his concern when his crimson stare landed on you. Which is understandable: youâre sniffling, red eyes and runny nose, and your bruised cheekbone isnât probably pretty to see. Having a pro hero in his office changed your bossâ state of mind immediately. He didnât seemed pissed of by the interruption anymore, but actually really pleased.
_ Sir Dynamight ! What a surprise ! I am happy to greet you here tonight ! Excuse my employee, he made you wait for too long ! You should have brought him in earlier ! Get out of here, and take (Y/n) with you ! Excuse me, sir Dynamight ! Please, take a seat ! What can I do for you ?
The watchman was taking you out when Bakugouâs answer froze you on the spot.
_ Her. I want her.
_ (Y/n) ? Forget about her ! We have plenty of girls who can satisfy all your fantasies better than her. Actually, she isnât available for tonight⊠But, as I said, youâll have no trouble finding someone to have a good time with here !
Bakugou didnât answer immediately, neither did he took a seat... Instead, he took his wallet out of his coat, and then handed a wad of banknotes to your boss. From where you stood you could notice that it was a hell of a lot of money !
_ No. Sheâs free for the night. Actually, for all this money, sheâs free for the week. What do you think ?
_ Of course ! Weâll settle you in a private lounge and donât worry, we take care of everything ! Just let us take (Y/n) get a makeover and then sheâs all yours !
You felt betrayed, shocked and disgusted. He just sold you for a bunch of money. And the âheroâ disgusted you even more !
_ No, thereâs no need for that.
Bakugou reached for you and softly took your arm of the watchmanâs grip. He replaced a lock of hair behind your ear and then examined the bruise on your face.
_ We need to get this hurt fixed⊠Do you have any clothes ? Go get your things, weâre leaving. I am waiting here for you.
Even if it was an order, he spoke softly like he would have done with some scared animal. Youâre still not understanding whatâs happening, but you decided to trust him and to go with him. This evening couldnât get any worse soâŠ
_ What do you mean, youâre leaving ? She works here and her shift isnât over yet !
_ It is. Sheâs done for tonight, and sheâs done for the week. You said it yourself, she all mine !
When you came back, he leaded you out of the club, and as soon as you got out, you started crying again, totally out of print by this evening. He called for a cab, before he put his coat on your shoulders.
_ Are you okay ?
You shook your head and continued crying. You couldnât focus on anything else except the devastating emotions that ravaged you from within, and when you finally calmed down a bit, you realized that you were in the car for a moment, by you didnât know where are you going. Maybe you should have been more careful, and not follow blindly someone you donât even know. You donât even recognize the neighborhood youâre in.
_ Where⊠Where are we ?
_ I donât knowâŠ
You furrowed your brows, interlocked.
_ What do you mean ?
_ I asked him to drive until youâre calmed down. It worked, actually.
He stared at you for a moment and realized something⊠You must be really alone and struggling in your life to do such a dangerous job, with a such an execrable boss and miserable working conditions.
_ I donât think that you should stay alone after this. Is there someone waiting for you at home ?
You shook your head, trying to not start crying again thinking that thereâs no one that actually cares about how youâre doing.
_ I wonât force you, and if you want to go home, Iâll take you, but⊠would you like to come with me ? At least for eating something and taking care of this bruise. And if you want to leave afterwards, I promise you that Iâll take you home.
You didnât know if you should trust him or not⊠He seemed to really care. He cared enough to come back and save you from your nightmare. Maybe he was a true hero. But how to know ? Well, actually, if he wanted something wrong from you, he could have done it in the club⊠Why would he bother himself taking you at his place ? Maybe heâs sincere⊠What is very strange is that you do not recognize the angry and brutal man portrayed by the media, neither the snappish hero you saw on interviews. Youâre facing a gentle person far from what you expected from him. You agreed, and this is how you ended sitting in Dynamightâs living room, with an ice pack on your face.
_ Wait here⊠I am coming back right now.
He left his flatâs door open, so you could see him in the corridor and not panic. He rang at his neighborâs door and you were surprised to see Deku opening.
_ Kacchan ? ⊠Do you know what time is it ? Are you okay ? What do you want ?
_ Shut up, damn nerd ! I know that itâs late but⊠Is your girlfriend here ?
_ Ochaco ? Why do you need her ?
_ None of your fucking business ! Uraraka, are you here ?
He entered his neighborsâ flat and you couldnât understand what happened from where you were, but when he finally came back, he was carrying a bundle of clothes. Feminine clothes. He put them on the table and bent down towards you to examine your wound.
_ Itâs not swollen anymore. Let me fix that.
And while he was treating you, you realized that he was actually snappish with the others. But he was acting differently with you. He was really gentle, and caring, and you didnât have someone doing so for you in a while. It was⊠feeling good. He ran a bath for you, and let you take your time and relax. Having someone whoâs taking care of everything is really soothing. When you came out of the bathroom, dressed in Uravityâs clothes, a nice and enticing smell of hot food led you to the kitchen where the great Dynamight, Katsuki Bakugou himself, casually dressed and wearing an apron, was cooking some fried noodles. For you. So many fans would kill to be in your shoes right now. Just as you sat on a high chair against the counter, he landed you a steaming bowl of broth.
_ Than you, DynamightâŠ
_ Thereâs no need to thank me. And itâs Katsuki when Iâm home. Drink while itâs hot.
You obey his commanding voice, already feeling better. He was taking good care of you. He was not the easiest person to communicate with, but you didnât feel any pressure to talk about what happened earlier. The diner went quite silently. After cleaning his kitchen, he asked if you donât want to stay and if he should call a cab, but you agreed to stay with him. You both settle on the couch watching a random TV show, and you felt asleep quite quickly.
You woke up, panicked, because you felt yourself moving. But it was just that Katsuki took you in his bed, and when you opened your eyes, he was leaving the room. You didnât want to be alone.
_ Please⊠Can you⊠Stay with me ?
_ â You sure ?
_ I donât want⊠to be alone. Please.
He took place next to you in his bed, and turned to the side to sleep, or not to bother you, or maybe both.
_ Katuski⊠Can I ask you something ?
_ Mmmh ?
_ Why did you come back ? I mean⊠I was rude to you and I told you that I didnât need you or your help. So why did you decide to rescue you me even if I refused ? I⊠donât understandâŠ
He remained silent for a second or two, before he turned to your side and shoved you in his arms. He answered with a sleepy voice.
_ Because, even if we don't want to admit it, everyone needs to be saved. Especially those who say that they donât need anyone. Those are the most in need⊠Believe me, I know something about itâŠ
You burst again into tears, because he understood you so well like no one ever did, and he held you close to him, letting you cry on his shoulder, until you calmed and finally both felt asleep like this.
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This is a F*CKING MASTERPIECE ! Everyone needs and HAS OBLIGATION to read this ! Please people, for your own good, read and enjoy this WONDER ! Believe me, I never swear so when I do, it means that it's F*CKING WORTH IT !
Extra Attention
Part two in the She Will Be Loved series, you can find part one here.
18+. MDNI. CAU.
Katsuki x f!reader
Word Count: 6.1k
CW/Mentions: Daddy/baby, slight mention of over stim, simp!Katsuki, little bit of crying, soft!Katsuki, unprotected sex
Summary: Katsuki shows his more tender side with you, in attempts to show you through actions what he struggles to say with words.
A/N: Firstly, Iâm sorry this is kinda crap and that itâs taken me forever. Secondly; Iâd like to explain my thought process for how Iâm doing this series. The first part (SWBL) includes the four of them more together. This part focuses on reader & Katsuki. Part three will focus on reader and Izuku, part four will be reader and Shoto, and part five will focus on all of them together as part one had. This is trash and I hate it but eh.
Taglist: @its-kiripima-to-you @alixdelcourt @duckugou @lilithbasically @unlogical-ella @literotica
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Sore.
You woke up so unbelievably sore. Looking around you spotted Katsukiâs duffle on your floor and smiled softly to yourself, that and the aches in your muscles were the only evidence that last night wasnât a dream. Pulling the sheet away and sighing you admired all the deep purple marks left along your thighs by fingers and teeth from each of your wonderful boyfriends. Getting out of bed you pulled on a pair of sweatpants you found on the floor -Shotoâs apparently- and padded into the kitchen, where Katsuki was preparing breakfast.
âGood morning Katsi.â You half sighed, half winced as you sat at the island in the kitchen. He flipped something and strode to your side, kissing each cheek and then your nose. Just like always.
âGood morning Princess.â He studies you for a moment. âWhatâs the matter?â His brows furrowed as he rubbed your back.
âNothing baby, just⊠sore is all.â Guilt filled his features and you wanted to quickly ease away your statement. âWhereâs Sho and Izu? And I thought Kirishima had the day off today?â You hoped he would let your question distract him from your admission.
âWork, Kirishima got called in and they were called in shortly after. Where are you sore? Were we too rough with you last night?â His rough voice had tinges of guilt and frustration, not towards you, but towards himself and the boys.
âOh no! No, of course not Katsi! Itâs⊠itâs a good kind of sore. I like it.â Nuzzling your face into his chest you wrapped your arms tightly around him and he chuckled softly. Kissing your head lightly he pulled away from you to return to the pans on the stove. Not long after he placed two plates on the island counter, and a few small bowls.
âBlueberry pancakes Katsuki?! These are my favorites! Thank you baby.â Heat rose in your face.
âBlueberry chocolate chip, actually.â He said rather nonchalantly.
âKatsuki⊠what are you up to?â Your brow raised as he poured syrup over your pancakes and nudged a small bowl of fruit towards you. Strawberries and melon, also your favorites.
âTch. I donât know what youâre talking about.â His scoff was soft, none of his usual bite to it. It made you smile, your grin turning taunting.
âYou only put chocolate chips in my blueberry pancakes on special occasions and on my birthday, because you think chocolate doesnât belong with blueberries. Itâs not my birthday, so what are you up to?â You stuffed a bite into your mouth and hummed softly at the flavor. He only sighed, rolling his eyes.
âDo I really need a reason to spoil you?â He asked gruffly, sitting across from you after placing a mug of hot chocolate in front of your plate. Cinnamon and whipped cream, exactly how you liked it.
âI suppose not.â You shrug, your whole body buzzing with excitement as you take your first sip of hot chocolate. Your nose scrunched which pulled a chuckle from him. âToo much cinnamon Katsuki!â You whined. He laughed this time, a full and sweet laugh. He muttered a halfhearted apology and traded cups with you.
The two of you ate your breakfast in a comfortable silence. Periodically you would catch him staring at you with an achingly soft fondness and contemplation. He wouldnât look away when you caught him though, heâd just smile at you until you blushed and looked away.
After breakfast he insisted that you shower with him. He was so tender as he washed you, batting your hands away when you tried to do it yourself. With the help of the warm water and his gentle and strong hands he rubbed the soreness from your muscles and peppered your face, neck and shoulders with kisses.
Do I really need a reason to spoil you? His question played over in your head.
When the shower was over he sat you in front of the mirror to brush and dry your hair. You watched his focused face in the mirror as he gently worked the bristles through your hair in sync with the blow drier. He would only sneak glances at your face when you closed your eyes, your body sighing at the sweet gesture. When he was done he led you back to the room and picked out your clothes for you, scowling when you made a comment about not being a child. He picked out a thin, short sleeved sundress and one of his sweaters for you and even picked out your favorite white sneakers. It felt similar to an outfit youâd worn before.
He chose his clothes but you didnât get a good look before he ducked out of the room to dress in the bathroom. Picking your favorite Dynamine bra and panty set to go underneath, you dressed in the outfit he chose for you and slipped on some jewelry. The last piece being a silver charm bracelet with a âDâ hanging from it.
D? For Dynamite? He asked softly.
Yeah, I thought youâd like it. You had been so nervous.
I love it.
You smiled fondly at the memory as you left your room to find Katsuki waiting in the kitchen, his hands stuffed deep in his pockets. He looked nervous. When he saw you his vermillion eyes ignited and a bright smile spread across his face, you matched his expression as pink filled your cheeks. He wore dark jeans that hung a little low on his hips and a white tshirt under a loose black short sleeve button down that of course, wasnât buttoned.
âGood, youâre ready. Letâs go.â He opened the apartment door and waited for you eagerly. Shaking your head with a giggle you stepped out locking the door after he stepped out. He took your hand and held it all the way to his car, reluctantly letting go only until you were both settled in the car and he could take your hand again.
âKatsi, where are we going?â The light sound of your sweet giggle brought red to his cheeks. His blood hammered through his body with nerves and excitement. He would silently curse you for making him feel this way if he didnât love it so much.
âItâs a surprise.â He beamed, trying to appear as unbothered as possible. Knowing you werenât going to get any answers if you continued to press, you sighed and toyed with the radio until you found your favorite station and the two of you sat in another comfortable silence for the rest of the drive. You shared kisses at red lights, lulls in traffic and even a stop sign that he refused to move from until you kissed him. He parked in a large parking garage and led you through busy city streets for a block or two until you stopped in front of a large and rather beautiful aquarium.
âKatsuki⊠this was where we went on our first date.â Tears pricked your eyes slightly.
âOne year ago today andâŠâ he checked his watch, âexactly to the minute.â He laughed, shaking his head. âLook what youâve done to me? Made me fuckinâ soft.â He grumbled, tangling his fingers in yours while he bought your admission tickets. Katsuki led you through the doors, pulling a slightly worn map from his pocket. It had sharpie all over it, things were circled, crossed out, notes riddled all over. You couldnât help but blush at the preparation he put into today.
First he took you to see the jellyfish. The tank was on a lower level. This hallway was dimmer than the rest of the aquarium. Stepping off the last stair your breath hitches as the bioluminescent glow gilds the hall horse-shoe shaped hall in a soft blue-green glow, aided only slightly by the soft lights in the tank. Stepping slowly up to the tank you studied the varying sizes of the jellyfish. Some were huge, others so tiny you could hold them in your palms. While you stared in awe, you were completely unaware that Katsuki was looking at you in just the same way.
He took in the glow of the lights against your skin. Tried desperately to get this image to soak into his brain forever. Your wide wonderstruck eyes and soft astonished smile as you focused on an orange jellyfish.
âLook Katsi, itâs you!â You whispered excitedly. He shook his head lightly stepping up beside you to hold your hand as you rounded the tank studying the floaty creatures inside. He pointed to a pink one that looked so small and cute and somehow soft.
âThat one is you then.â He said with a light kiss to your temple. The look of complete adoration on your face could have crushed him. He leaned in and kissed you softly, checking his watch as he pulled away. âCome on Princess, on to the next one.â He gently tugged you away from the tank and back up the stairs to the main floor. You nearly squealed when he stopped you in front of the touch tank.
âYou told me this was for children the last time we were here.â You pouted playfully at him. Rolling his eyes he pushed your sleeves up and brought you to the hand wash station. A new wave of excitement flowed through you when he washed his hands with you. âAre you gonna join me, Katsi?!â Nearly bouncing with energy you hummed.
âYouâre a child.â He shook his head lightly nudging you towards the edge of the tank. He tensed as your fingers glided over the back of a small shark. Your giggle buzzing through his body.
âItâs okay Katsuki. Here, give me your hand.â His tense muscles loosened slightly as your hand slid over his and lowered it slowly into the water, giving him an out if he wanted. A small stingray swam up and you pressed his hand further into the water, putting pressure on his fingers so they glided along the smooth back of the stingray. His breath hitched and he let out a soft nervous chuckle.
âHoly shit.â He said through a smile. âThat was kinda cool.â He let another stingray glide under his fingers, your hand still on his. The two of you stayed there like that for a while. He listened tentatively as you pointed out different creatures and listed off little facts about them. Taking a glance at his watch he hissed and carefully pulled his hand from the water. âWe gotta move on baby girl.â He kissed your pout away and the two of you washed your hands and he tugged you along to a higher level exhibit.
Katsuki takes a tie from his pocket and slides it over your eyes, securing it behind your head. He chuckles at your nervous giggle as he leads you through a small hallway into a large room.
âOkay.â His voice was barely a whisper. âAre you ready Princess?â He grabs your hips gently from behind to position you and takes a reassuring breath. You hum in confirmation, biting your lip in anticipation. He pulls the makeshift blindfold from your face and your gasp gets caught in your throat.
Before you is a floor to ceiling tank that runs the entire length of the wall in front of you. Turning slowly to take in the room entirely. Itâs a dimly lit room and the tank curves along the wall making the room a crescent shape. You walk to the plaque thatâs on a pedestal in the center of the room.
âIndo-Pacific coral reef exhibit.â You read the words out loud. Behind you Katsuki is practically holding his breath as he watches you walk right up to the tank, as close as you can possibly get without pressing your nose to the glass. A brightly colored fish swims by and you practically swoon, turning back to Katsuki.
âKatsi, this is so beautiful. Thank you for taking me here today. Thank you for everything youâve done today.â Tears started to prickle at your eyes and he took your face softly, thumbing the salty droplets as they tumbled from your lashes. Katsuki wasnât a man of words, heâs a man of action. Smiling warmly at you he leaned in, placing multiple feather light kisses on your lips until you were giggly.
âThe day isnât over yet Princess.â Katsuki said with a cheeky wink as he laced his fingers in yours. The two of you studied the contents of the tank and the biographies on all the creatures. This went on for what felt like a long while. It seemed that Katsuki no longer needed to worry about the time. After a while you realized that not a single person had come in the entire time youâd been in here.
âHey Katsi, itâs slow for the aquarium.â You mumbled, studying an orange fish.
âThis exhibit isnât open yet.â He admitted sheepishly. Pink filled his cheeks when you looked at him in surprise. âThe owner of this joint had owed me a favor.â He approaches you slowly with the tie in his hand and smiles nervously at you. âGotta put this back on.â He says fashioning it so you canât see. He guides you slowly to what you believe is the corner of the room. You hear a door open and close, then you hear a strange amount of shuffling and rustling. Whispered curses coming from Katsuki every once in a while. Then Katsuki comes back up behind you and takes the blindfold off again, your gasp getting caught in your throat.
There was a large picnic blanket set up between the pedestal and tank. He had put small candles everywhere and they now cast a soft glow in the room, making it slightly brighter. On the picnic blanket is a basket, no doubt full of all your favorite dishes. When Katsuki leads you to the blanket heâs careful, and nervous. He eases you to the floor and sits across from you. Leaning in to brush a soft kiss to your lips he tucks a stray hair behind your ear.
âKatsuki.â You breathe lightly. âThis is so sweet, what is this all for?â He smiles softly at you then and opens the basket.
âIâm not good at words, ya know that already. I get frustrated when I canât tell ya the things I want to. You⊠you looked so defeated when I showed up yesterday. I wanted to show you what I couldnât tell ya.â He pulled out your favorite drinks and snacks. Heâd prepared your favorite lunch too. Tears started welling at the corners of your eyes again.
âWhen did you even have time to do all this?â You took his hands into your lap and he chuckled softly.
âIzuku and Shoto helped. Shoto brought the basket and put it in that supply closet for me. Izuku and I mapped out the aquarium, and I made lunch. He also bought all your favorite things last night.â Katsukiâs fingers tightened around yours. âWe all love you so much.â He grunted slightly, like he struggled with the words.
âYouâre incredible Katsuki. Thank you so much. I love you.â Placing your hand gently on his face you leaned in to kiss him. When your lips met his he took you by your hips and pulled you into his lap. You donât know how long you sat there kissing him, you only knew that when you finally parted your lips were slightly puffy and sensitive. He placed gentle kisses on your cheek, nose, and other cheek just like he always does. One of his many ways of telling you he loves you without words.
âThe boys and I will be staying with you tonight and tomorrow night too, Princess.â He started making you a little plate of food. âThey get off work in an hour or two so we may be back before them.â He handed you your plate and made himself one. As you ate, you watched him intently. An intense, warm feeling filling up your chest and an ache settling into your heart. This ache was different from the one youâd been feeling all week. It was a loving ache, tender.
After the two of you had finished your lunch Katsuki packed away the leftovers and dishes but left out the blanket and candles. He borrowed his sweater from you to use as a pillow and you laid your head on his chest. While you laid there continuing to admire the fish he was looking at your face. Memorizing how your skin glowed in the candle light, and the blue hue that was cast on you from the light of the tank. His fingertips brushed gently along your skin as he stroked your arm lazily. His own heart aching from how much he loved you. He thought back to how this all started.
You had been dating Shoto and Izuku for a while, Katsuki knew this⊠but he couldnât stop himself from looking at you the way did. He couldnât stop the feelings he had for you. It infuriated him, guilt wracking his guts at all the filthy things he would think about you. You were his friend after all, and dating two of his friends. He still found himself wondering how they had gotten lucky enough to have you. It was a regular Friday night, the three boys had come over to hang out with you and Kirishima before he had to go to work. Not long after he left, Izuku caught him staring at you.
âSheâs so pretty, isnât she Katsuki?â Izukuâs voice was light, teasing even. It startled Katsuki but he couldnât pull his eyes away from you.
âYeah.â Heâd said roughly.
âWanna take her out? Sheâs available Sunday.â Shotoâs even tone chimed in. The shock of the question had his head snapping towards Shoto.
âWhat?â
âA date Katsuki. Do you want to take y/n on a date? Iâm sure she would love that, wouldnât you, Kitten?â Izuku added.
âMhm! Iâd really like that Katsuki, if youâd like.â He couldnât believe the words coming from you. He couldnât believe the opportunity that had fallen into his hands.
âAlright.â He cleared his throat. âIâll pick you up at 11 am Sunday morning.â He rubbed his neck tensely and fiddled with his phone, buying the aquarium tickets online that very second.
âKatsuki?â Your voice pulled him from his memory, you were smiling at him softly. âReady to head back?â You asked, eyes half lidded and sleepy. He nodded slightly, getting up to blow out the candles and placing them back in the basket along with the blanket.
He let you stop at the gift shop on your way out and let you get the biggest jellyfish plush they had in the store, it was almost as big as you. He blushed lightly when you told him the jellyfishâs name was Dynamite Jelly. Suppressing a smile he shook his head and called you a child. You struggled to carry it back to the parking garage but denied his offers to help you. He kissed away your frown when you realized the plush wouldnât fit in the front seat with you. On the drive home his right hand rested in your lap as you wrapped your arms around his arm and rested your head on his shoulder. He parked in the garage to your building and laughed a little more freely as you struggled getting the oversized plush to your apartment. You only let him take it for a moment so you could unlock your apartment door. Then you took it back.
âOh whoâs this?â Izukuâs voice filled your ears.
âDynamite Jelly!â You giggled from behind the plush, carefully navigating your way to your bedroom. Katsuki unloaded the dishes from the basket into the sink and put the leftovers into the fridge, tossing the picnic blanket into the wash along with the laundry from last night. You plopped the plush onto your bed and put your shoes in your closet. Walking back out of your room you were caught around the waist by strong sturdy arms, curls pressed against your cheek.
âHello Zuzu.â You cooed. âThought you and Sho were gonna be at work a little while longer?â You twisted slightly to look into his eyes.
âGot off early so we came straight here.â He placed a kiss on your cheek.
âHow was your day Angel?â Shoto asked as Izuku slipped away from behind you, Shoto coming up to hug you.
âOh Sho, it was so lovely! First Katsuki took me to see the jellyfish, then he actually touched some stingrays with me this time at the touch tank and then he took me to an exhibit that isnât open yet and we had a candlelit picnic lunch⊠I know you probably know all this already, you and Izu helped him.â You trailed off with embarrassment flooding you. Shoto took your face in his hands, shaking his head lightly.
âIâm happy I get to hear it from your perspective. Iâm glad you had a lovely day with Katsuki, little Otter Pop.â Shoto kissed your nose and you sighed, nuzzling your face into his. âWe have a surprise for you.â He added, pulling away eagerly. Izuku opened the fridge and pulled out a Tupperware of your favorite sweets, laughing when you squealed in excitement.
âYou boys are too good to me!â You rushed to where Izuku had placed the bowl on the counter and took a piece, unwrapping it and popping it into your mouth.
âSheâs going to spoil her dinner if you donât take that from her Izuku, you should have waited.â Katsuki grumbled from the stove, already cooking. Izuku gave you a sympathetic look and put the bowl back into the fridge.
Izuku and Shoto had some paperwork to do that they brought back from work and Katsuki was cooking so you curled up in your bed laying against your new jelly friend to read a book Mina has suggested to you. âChapter 55 in the next book is really good.â You remember her saying when she handed you the first one two weeks ago. Youâd finished it a few days later and had gotten this one from her just before you fell into your funk, but feeling much better because of your boys you were able to pick it up again.
You were deep into a rather steamy scene. Your face filled with pink, wide eyes devouring the page. Heat started to fill your core. Your bottom lip tucked between your teeth.
âMust be pretty dirty if itâs got you that pink, Princess.â Katsukiâs tone was amused and playful. You jumped, almost dropping the book and losing your place. He laughed then. âDinner is done babygirl, youâve been reading for a while now.â You looked out the window to notice the sunâs gone down. Smiling you tucked your bookmark into your book and slid off the bed, Katsuki caught a flash of your bright orange panties and groaned softly to himself. When you caught his expression you halted on the bed, legs open and letting your dress slowly bunch around your hips. He groaned again, shaking his head.
âDonât you tease me baby.â A warning.
âOr what?â A challenge.
âYouâre not a brat baby, youâre my good girl. Isnât that right?â He cooed. Your skin caught fire as he crossed the room. He climbed onto the bed, crawling over you until you were laying down. âIsnât that right?â He repeated, his fingers trailing up your inner thigh as he settled between your legs. There was a desperate hunger in Katsukiâs eyes.
âYes daddy.â Your breath hitched as he ghosted his fingers along your clothed cunt. He hums while he places kisses along your neck.
âIâm feeling selfish right now, Princess. I want to use you up so good, wanna make you cum till you break for me.â He said in a silky smooth voice, lips tracing so lightly along your neck it sent shivers through your spine. âCan I do that baby?â The word âbabyâ dripped from his tongue like honey.
âYes daddy, please.â A whisper that fades into a soft whine. He helps you shuck out of his sweater and pulls your dress off, growling softly at your Dynamite matching set.
âCheeky baby, huh? Were you hoping to have me all to yourself tonight, sweet thing?â His words made your head swim. âYou look so good in my colors baby.â His teeth rake along your neck as he undoes the button in his jeans. You shudder under him eliciting a sultry laugh from him.
âSuch a good girl, youâre gonna take me good and deep like the good girl you are, arenât ya?â He slipped your panties off and began rubbing lazy circles on your clit, your need building slowly. Leaning back he watched your face while he begins to pump himself slowly. Your eyes flutter shut and you release a content sigh, your legs opening further for him while his thumb toys with you sweetly.
Soft. Katsuki has been so soft the past two days. The rough and jagged edge to his voice has softened and his usually tense body has relaxed. It was so unlike him but it was a welcome change. His eyes and smile have been so gentle whenever heâs looked at you the past two days. It made your heart flutter. You love Katsuki just the way he is, but youâve always wondered what he would be like if he was softer, and now you get to find out. Heat slowly builds in your core and your thoughts of him drift away, only to be brought back too early by the quietest whimper youâve ever heard.
Thatâs right, a whimper. Katsuki has never whimpered in front of you, or for you. It was a sickly sweet sound that had your heart thrumming like a hummingbird. Opening your eyes you watch as he pumped his cock slowly, in tandem with the pace heâs set on your clit. His lip is caught between his teeth and his brows are furrowed in concentration. You can feel slick start to drip from you, his eyes locked on your needy cunt. You open up further for him.
âKatsi, please.â Itâs a weak pathetic whisper that falls from your lips. Pink fills his cheeks and he quickens his tight circles on your clit.
âYou gotta cum first baby girl. Do it for me, yeah?â Heâs already panting lightly. A million thoughts are going through his mind as he looks at you laid out before him. He hums in approval as your eyes roll back and your hands fist the sheets. He watches your back arch while you come undone with a soft whine. âGood girl.â He hums, positioning himself between your legs.
His eyes drift up to find yours as he sinks gingerly into you, a light gasp escaping past your lips. Another gentle smile blooms on his face as he admires you. Katsuki can feel his heart swell in his chest. He feels the most overwhelming urge to hold you, so he does. He pulls out of you and sits back, leaning against the wall he pulls you into his lap effortlessly, sinking you down onto him as he wraps his arms around your waist pulling you as close as possible. You drag your fingers through his hair, pushing it away from his face as he looks into yours..
âI love you y/n.â He gasps out as you come down hard on his cock, causing him to groan as the way your smooth, wet walls consume him greedily. He leans into your neck, leaving marks along your skin in any place he can reach in this position as you ride him to your heart's content.
âI thought you were supposed to be using me.â You tease him breathlessly. He tears his face from the mark he was making on your chest to look into your eyes. His arms lightened around your waist and he began to thrust harshly up into your cunt, your cry of pleasure ringing out into the room. His head lolls back into the wall as he thrusts furiously, so quick, so hard. All you can do is whine. Your nails dig into his shoulders as you grip him, holding on for dear life. From under his dark, thick lashes he watched your eyes widen as another orgasm quickly approached. He brings his face forward, his lips brushing your ear.
âCum for me so I can fuck you how I want to. Okay baby?â He cooed against the pulse point behind your ear. The lust in his voice had you coming undone on his cock with a loud whimper. Katsuki slid his hands up your back to hold your shoulders, then he quickly leaned forward until you were laying flush with the bed. Your shoulders pressing his hands into the bed, his fingers digging into your skin as you wrapped your legs around his waist. His thrusts eased, they became slow, gentle and deep. Each thrust felt so impossibly deep. Your head began to swim again.
Katsuki had never been this gentle with you. Every kiss he placed on your lips, face, and neck spoke volumes. Careful, loving thrusts screamed words he couldnât speak himself. He needed you to know how he felt for you. He needed you to feel it. So he would show you the only way he knew how.
You felt warm wet drops splash against your collarbone and your heart cracked. So overwhelmed by what that could mean. His breath against your skin grew rushed and he started to shake gently, quickening his pace just enough to coax you back to the edge.
âKatsi.â You whispered, tears sliding down your temples. He looked up at you with misty eyes, his lashes were soaked and a single tear slid from his right eye as he smiled so brightly at you. He could easily have just outshined the sun with that smile. âI want you forever.â You admitted softly to him. His smile broadened as a laugh caught in his chest. He shook harder, his cock throbbing in your walls and he sucked in a deep breath.
âForever huh? Thatâs a long time Princess. I know I can go a few rounds but I donât think I could last that long.â He teased weakly.
âShut up.â You pulled him into a hungry kiss, his lips meeting yours and his mouth pouring love into you with the quiet things he whispered against your kisses. He fucked into you deeper now, deeper than you thought possible, causing you to teeter on that imaginary ledge. He pulled away from you to look into your eyes.
âForever?â His voice was raw. Vulnerable. You nodded lightly.
âForever Katsuki Bakugo. I mean it.â His whole body shuddered at your words as a particularly harsh and deep thrust sent you over together, coming undone at the same time. His breath hard against your neck as he continues to rock his hips into yours, pushing himself into overstimulation. His movements become rougher and quicker. Delicious whines and whimpers begging to fall from his lips as his fingers dig further into your skin, surely leaving bruises where his fingertips are.
âForever.â He breathes against your skin. His teeth sink viciously into your shoulder causing you to yelp. He whimpers loudly as his second release fills you so much it nearly pours out of you around his cock. Shuddering again he stills, resting his forehead against yours. He smiled down at you, and his smile is so infectious.
Thereâs a light knock at the door and it opens slowly, revealing Shoto in the doorway.
âIf you two are done, the shower is ready and dinner is still warm for you.â He says in a lovingly sweet voice. He pauses tilting his head. Taking a step inside he comes to sit beside the two of you on the bed and strokes Katsukiâs cheek. âAre you alright Katsu? Youâre crying.â Shotoâs face is plastered with concern.
âIâm alright Icyhot.â Katsuki looks at you, then back to Shoto. âIâm great.â He says softly with a smile. Shoto matches his smile and leans in to kiss him softly, then kisses you and stands making his way back to the doorway.
âZuzu and I will set your plates for you.â He pauses. âI love you both, so much.â His soft smile broadens.
âThanks baby, weâll be out in a minute.â Katsukiâs smile never falters. Shoto lingers for a moment, taking in the scene in front of him. Two of the three people he loves most tangled together, blushing, blissful and happy. He steps out and shuts the door behind him.
âYou need to eat, letâs go get you cleaned up.â Katsuki nipped at your neck a few more times to feel your walls twitch around him. He lifted you from the bed, your legs tightening around him. He laughed and looked at you sternly. Loosening your legs he pulled you off of him and grabbed clothes for you both. He undid the clasp to your bra with one hand and you tossed it towards the laundry basket. Shaking his head he nudged you out of your room and to the bathroom.
Katsuki checked the temperature of the shower and cursed.
âYou actually take showers with Izuku in water like this?â He looked worried, not only for you but for Izuku as well.
âHis muscles hurt a lot.â You frowned. Katsuki adjusted the water to the way you liked it and helped you in before getting in himself.
âShotoâs getting there, this would still be too warm for him.â Katsuki added with a slight frown. âHow is it for you Princess?â His face softened as you ran your fingers along his chest.
âPerfect.â You sighed lightly, kissing his cheek. He smiled and nodded slowly. Usually he took his time washing you up, slow languid strokes so he could admire your body and the way your face would look so peaceful. But dinner was waiting and you needed to eat, so he was quick but gentle and had you out of the shower, dried and dressed quickly.
Leaving the bathroom you felt a pair of hands wrap around your waist, a tuft of green peeking at your peripheral. âThere you are baby.â He said. You leaned into him, wrapping your arms around his.
âZu, thank you, for the date.â You smiled watching Sho saunter up to both of you. âAnd you too, youâre both sneaks.â
âAnything for our girl.â
âKatsi actually played in the touch tank.â You beamed proudly, âAnd the coral exhibit was stunning.â Sho kissed your head softly. His smile growing larger by the minute hearing you recite the date detail by detail. Izuku pulled from you and Katsuki took his place, placing gentle kisses against your neck.
âLetâs go eat, okay?â You nodded gently as you turned in his arms, yours wrapping around his neck and smiled.
âKatsi, I love all that you are.â Hands entangled in his hair softly, you pulled his face to yours. âThank you for the aquarium, both times, I canât imagine a future without the three of you.â His lips crashed into yours gently, but this time a little more hungry, before pulling you away and leading you down the hall away from the bathroom.
You found Izuku in Shotoâs lap on the couch. His head resting on Shoto's left shoulder. One of his large, scarred hands tangled in the back of Shoâs two toned hair as they watched some movie. You and Katsuki ate in the kitchen, still sort of in your own little world. Instead of sitting across from you, he sat next to you, his arm wrapped around your waist as you ate quietly. Gentle nudges with his nose every so often made those butterflies in your stomach flutter.
After finishing dinner the two of you joined Sho and Izu on the couch. The four of you are bingeing all kinds of movies late into the night. Your thoughts kept wandering back to earlier with Katsuki. His soft words, his touch, the tears. You had felt a shift in the way things were between him and yourself, but it wasnât bad. With your admission it felt like something had clicked into place between you. As if he knew what you were thinking about, the arm he had draped around your shoulders pulled you in a little tighter.
There with your three favorite people it seemed like the rest of the world could fade away, and youâd be happy to let it. Just as long that they were with you when it did.
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