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mlm-headcanons · 7 months
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bottom Bakugo x male reader
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Nsfw content, minors do not interact
Aged up characters (they are sharing an apartment)
This is a mlm blog, though no pronouns are used in this scenario, females do not interact.
Your friends are over at your place and Bakugo thinks it would be a good idea to act out in front of them.
“Fu- ha… ngh.. stop it!” Bakugo moaned as you pressed him against the door. “Why would I? If you think you can act all bratty in front of MY friends? Fine, have it your way.”
Your grip tightened on his hardened dick, making him gasp for air. He was almost choking on his own spit. “Y-youu… uhhh.. agh!” “You want to say something?” He tried to choke out something but instead of actual words, only moans came past his lips.
His fingers curled, trying to grasp something, get a grip. Yet he was pressed against your bathroom door, with nothing to get a hold of. His legs trembled and he bent forward a little more, involuntarily giving you better access to his back. Or more his ass.
Three of your fingers moved inside him without a trace of synch and it was driving him insane. Every time you pressed against his prostate hard, he had to suppress a scream. Your other hand was still pumping him, smearing the leak of his previous denied orgasms all over him. “P-please!” You stopped in your tracks. He just whined. “What was that?” You acted surprised, maybe you really were. It was one of the words one heard from him way too rarely. Besides the notorious ‘I’m sorry.’ Hearing that would truly be a miracle. “I said please, motherf- hng, ah!” You couldn’t let him finish that sentence. “Try that again?” you asked with a sweet voice. “Fuck you!”
Enough. Your hand moved from his dick to his neck and you pulled him back to choke him. “Think about that attitude again. Maybe then I’ll let you cum. Tonight.” With that you let go of him and he stood against the door, breathing heavily. His own hand grazed over the bruised skin on his neck while you paid no mind to him and just washed your hands at the sink. “Clean yourself up!” were your last words towards him before you opened the door and left the bathroom.
Outside you were met with your two friends who were now engaged in conversation of their own. As soon as you stepped towards the sofa, they looked up at you. “Is Bakugo-san okay?” one of them asked with a worried expression. You smiled at them. “He’s gonna be just fine. It was one of his scars, like I told you. He’ll be back in a minute.” You sat down with them.
When Katsuki came back soon after, his gaze was glued to the floor, not daring to look at either of you. He had replaced his t-shirt with a sleeveless turtleneck. You noticed one of your friends open their mouth to ask about it, but they closed it only a second after. Bakugo sat down on an armchair opposite you. He knew he couldn’t dare to take a seat beside you again, try his luck by provoking you. He had done that enough. This was gonna be a long evening and he could only hope for the night to be in his favour.
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mlm-headcanons · 8 months
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Todoroki uses the pet name “darling” for you, mostly because he finds it more endearing than baby, secondly because he’s weirded out by the thought of doing the adult stuff with his boyfriend while calling him a name he would call an infant. Like, what you were doing with him wasn’t at all innocent, so why should he act like it?
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mlm-headcanons · 9 months
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Sub!Bakugo x male reader
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Fem readers and minors dni
Bakugo hates crying. He’s just like that, he thinks crying makes him weak.
He hates showing weakness in general. To a point where he was sure he would be able to keep an unbothered expression when you guys were having sex for the first time. Oh how wrong he was.
It took less then 5 minutes for his poker face to slip. He’s trying so hard not to moan or make any “unmanly” sounds. Not being top was bad enough. He, the great Bakugo Katsuki couldn’t be submissive. He couldn’t give you the satisfaction.
He took it to the point where tears start pouring down his cheeks, still soundless. Then, a sob.
“Honey, are you okay?” “Shut the fuck up, I’m perfectly fine!” he pressed out from behind clenched teeth. You couldn’t contain yourself from chuckling. “If you say so… mind if I pick up the speed?”
Don’t worry, you’ll get those beautiful sounds out of him eventually, he won’t be able to muffle them for long.
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