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august126 · 7 months

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Happy Valentine’s Day

Bakugou Katsuki x female reader

Summary: y/n has a surprise for Katsuki on Valentine's Day.

warnings:Spanking,Oral Sex,Vaginal Sex,and Body Worship

y/n had never been one to spend money on expensive lingerie—it just seemed too frivolous, and she was very practical with her money.

But a few months ago she had bought an electric blue matching bra and panty set. It was all lace and strategic cut-outs. Completely impractical. But Katsuki had lost his mind after she had shed her date night little black dress and revealed the set. He had worshiped and ravaged her for hours. She lost count of how many times she came that night.

So she indulged in a little something to surprise Katsuki on Valentine’s Day.

She pulled the ensemble on and inspected herself in front of the full-length mirror they had in the walk-in closet. She twisted this way and that, trying to get a good view of the way the lingerie fit her. Finally she offered her reflection a small smirk, satisfied that her plan was in motion.

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It had been a long day. Villains were out in droves. Katsuki must have resolved eight incidents during his patrol. He couldn’t wait to just relax at home with his wife. He pushed open the door to their apartment and was greeted with the tingling scent of spicy food. He inhaled deeply as he toed off his boots.

“Smells good in here, y/n!” he called as he padded towards the kitchen, wholly unprepared for what he was about to see.

“Welcome home, Katsuki,” y/n purred, and his cock twitched in his pants as he sucked in a breath.

Katsuki’s mouth hung open while he took in the sight before him. She was wearing a black lace bustier with red satin trim. Red garters clipped to the matching thigh high black stockings with lace trim. The ensemble was finished off with a redtrimmed black g-string. The red details seemed to perfectly highlight her curves and fuck, y/n had delicious curves.

“Holy shit,” Katsuki breathed as his eyes raked over her.

She bit her lip and smiled back at him, one hip cocked with her legs crossed at the ankles to further enhance the illusion of her curves. “Happy Valentine’s Day.” she said with a wink that had Katsuki’s brain short-circuiting.

Holy fuck she was hot. He was so fucking lucky.

Without another thought, he closed the space between them and harshly pulled her body flush to him as he crushed her lips with his. He palmed her bare ass before he lifted her and settled her on the counter, stepping between her legs. y/n giggled against his lips. He nibbled hungrily at her.

“Dinner has to simmer for a bit so I thought maybe we could do something to pass the time,” she said as she raked her hands through his hair, eliciting a growl from him.

“What…did you…have…in mind…Angel?” he asked as he kissed along her jaw, down her neck and collarbone, and finally found his place between her perfect tits. He nuzzled into her cleavage before turning his head to bite and suck at one breast.

She leaned towards him and nibbled his ear before her breath ghosted over him as she whispered, “Whatever you want.”

“You’re fucking perfect,” he growled as he lifted her once again and carried her to their bedroom, tossing her on the bed and taking a minute to enjoy the lingerie again. “So fucking perfect.”

He slowly crawled over her, trailing his hand slowly up one leg. She squirmed at his touch, and he knew if she had been wearing any other color panties, he’d see the damp spot at her core—displaying her arousal like a billboard. The black hid it well, but he didn’t need to see to know how wet she already was. He unclipped one red garter and drew the stocking down her leg, kissing along as he exposed more skin. With one stocking gone, he licked up the now bare leg as his hand traveled up her other leg, skimming over the nylon and lace. He repeated the process, unclipping the garter and kissing along her other leg as he painstakingly dragged the stocking off.

“Katsuki, please.” y/n begged, desperate for his touch on more than just her legs.

“I need to unwrap my present first,” he said as he kissed back up her leg. He paused at her cunt. “Hmm, what to unwrap next.” He playfully nibbled at the red trim of her g-string. His hands gripped her hips, fingers teasing the thin strings before he abandoned that and climbed over her.

He claimed her mouth, his teeth nipping at her lips before he pushed his tongue past her barely parted lips. He could taste a hint of wine on her tongue as he lapped up the moans that couldn’t quite escape her mouth. When he pulled back, she whimpered at the momentary loss of contact.

“Calm down, Angel,” he whispered as he rolled her over and slapped her exposed ass hard. And again. And once more, for good measure.

“Hnngh, Katsuki,” she moaned.

He admired the red mark on her cheek as he slowly started undoing the clasps on the back of the bustier, his fingers teasing her skin with each clasp he unfastened. She shivered under his featherlight touch. When he finally finished unfastening each clasp, he flipped her back onto her back again to remove the bustier.

He growled at the sight of her hardened nipples, and he quickly took one in his mouth—sucking and nipping at her. He took her nipple gently between his teeth and tugged slightly. She arched into the rough touch with a whine. He moved to the other nipple, repeating the motions before finally kissing his way down her body and taking the red trim of the g-string into his teeth again.

“Off now,” she begged, and he resisted the urge to rip the thong off with a small explosion. Instead, he carefully pulled it off and tossed it to the side, preserving the g-string to live another day. Her pussy glistened in the low light of the bedroom, her arousal clear.

“What do you want me to do next?” he asked, his voice husky as he hovered just over her, his hot breaths teasing her sensitive skin.

“Tongue,” she whined and pushed his head towards her cunt.

His tongue darted out eagerly, and he licked a long slow trail up her folds before swirling his tongue around her clit.

“Mmm, fuck, y/n” he whispered and closed his lips around her swollen clit again, sucking hungrily. “God, you taste so good.”

He continued to lick and suck, lapping up the juices collecting between her legs as she squirmed in pleasure from Katsuki’s undivided attention. His tongue swirled her clit again, and he pushed two fingers into her, pumping and flexing—curling his fingers to press into the bundle of nerves that sent her orgasm crashing into her.

“Fuck! Katsuki, yes!” she cried out as she came. He drank her in, continuing to lick and fingerfuck her through the orgasm.

Her hand fisted in his wild hair, and she pulled his head away from her body, pulling him up to her. She pulled his lips to her in a desperate fashion, needing to taste herself on his tongue. breaking their kiss and settled herself on top of him.

“What the fuck is this?” she asked, suddenly realizing he was still fully dressed.

-he smirked—“I was a little distracted opening my present.”

“That has to change immediately,” she said, and Katsuki sat up so she could pull his shirt off. She hastily unbuckled his belt and unzipped his pants, releasing some of the pressure on his hard cock. “Need you,” she mumbled in determination, tugging his pants down his legs. He lifted his hips to help and started pushing his boxer briefs down as well.

y/n was quick to remove the offending clothing, and before Katsuki could react to anything else, she was wrapping her lips around his hard cock, sucking intently.

“Holy shit!” he exclaimed in surprise, trying not to cum instantly at the sudden, intense contact.

“Fuck, Angel,” he moaned as she took him deeper into her mouth, gagging slightly. She kept sucking and licking as she bobbed her head. Her tongue swirled his head, licking up the beads of pre dripping out.

She released his cock with a pop, a trail of spit still connecting them. She licked her lips and moved to kiss him as her hand wrapped tightly around his cock, pumping a few times while they kissed. She broke away and lined him up at her entrance, teasing his head against her folds.

His hands gripped her hips, fingers digging into the flesh and his crimson eyes watched her intently, allowing her to take control. She slowly sank onto his cock, reveling at the stretch to accommodate his size.

“Oh fuck, Katsuki,” she moaned, “God, so good.”

Once she had him sheathed fully within her, she started riding his cock, and he gripped her harder, fingers digging into her plush hips.

“Oh, fuck, oh my— fuck, y/n,” he breathed out. She felt so fucking good. He wasn’t sure he would last very long with the way she was moving and the vision of her in that lingerie still floating through his mind.

“Suck my tit,” she commanded as she rode his cock. Katsuki was quick to obey, sitting up and pulling a tit into his mouth. He kneaded her other breast with his free hand, thumb ghosting over the nipple before he pinched it hard enough to elicit a gasp.

The attention made her ride him harder, the headboard slamming into the wall with the movements. Katsuki shifted one hand to swirl his thumb around her clit, and she threw her head back in ecstasy, her mouth hanging open, unable to form sounds as she came. He rolled them over and fucked into her with erratic thrusts as he chased his own release.

He cried out her name as he came and then collapsed on top of her.

“Fuck

She giggled as she threaded her fingers through his wild mane. “We probably have time for another round before dinner’s ready.”

“Be careful what you wish for, Angel,” he growled as he kissed her.

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honeesucker · 1 year

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Prelude -

Pairing: ProHero!DynaMight | Katsuki Bakugo x Puppygirl!Reader

Word count: 2,263

Series Content Warnings: Little bit of a slow start... Graphic Depictions of Past Abuse & Trauma Response | Profuse Usage of Pet Names / All-around Softness | Bakugo Experienced Work-Related Trauma (causing near deafness, being put on leave from the agency, PTSD) | Eventual smut™ (will be tagged in individual chapters - to include but not limited to KiriBaku, HybridxHybrid, Hybrid heat trope, sex toy usage).

*Not Proofread.

Next Part

Katsuki Bakugo wasn’t a fundamentally nervous person. Sure, even as a Pro Hero in the public spotlight under constant scrutiny and dissection by media outlets and fans alike he experienced a normal amount of anxious awareness, but he wasn’t nervous – not like he is now, with his right leg jumping up and down rapidly, rubber-bottom boot creating a soft squeak that filled up the sterile room of the Musutafu Hero Recuperation Facility. It had been just over a month since the incident that gave him nightmares and left him with such severe hearing damage that he was currently unable to perform even basic hero duties for his agency – which is why he is sat where he is now, waiting. Hoping the next steps are what could get him back out into the city on normal duty than having his medical leave extended.

He was losing his mind being left to himself and his thoughts each day, being told by doctors he needed to be still, and take is easy, and he was only losing his patience each subsequent doctor’s appointment that left him no closer to returning to Pro Hero work.

“Tch,” the blonde ground his teeth as the indignant noise stuck in his throat; he swallowed it down with a harsh gulp. His ears were ringing when the two doctors walked in, eyes unfocused as the room and people in front of him blurred in and out of clarity, everything around him sounded like it was underwater, and he hated it.

“Mr. Bakugo,” the doctor continued, Katsuki refocusing his attention on the man’s words, annoyed and thinking that Mr. Bakugo is my old man, not me... “we have some support specialists working with the latest auditory data set we took from you and they are getting closer to having a solution to get your hearing back to where it was before, and keep it there – even possibly making it better if all goes to plan.”

“In the meantime, it is recommended you follow the strict guidelines for allowing your body to heal itself naturally,” the other spoke. “You need to make sure you’re not exceeding the maximum limit for minimal exertion we’ve placed on your physical activity, so you have a better chance of getting back to your pre-incident status.”

“Yeah, yeah,” Katsuki sighed out, tired of hearing this same speech each visit. “Don’t overdo it, give my damn body time to heal – I got it.” The two doctors observed Katsuki with cautious eyes, but simply nodded their acceptance of his understanding. It was as good as it was going to get with him.

“Another suggestion,” one of the two added. “We have provided you with an email detailing a program we’d like you to consider – your colleague Red Riot actually participates and could be a good resource for you if you have any questions about it.”

“Please take a look when you have a moment and consider this a strong suggestion for helping you progress further in your treatment,” Katsuki eyed the two, irritated at the vagueness of the conversation, but swallowed down his disagreement and simply nodded.

“Yeah sure,” his chair slid back with a jarring scrape as he stood, moving toward the door to leave, “I’ll read your damn email, but I want progress updates from the support nerds.” He didn’t wait to hear their reply as he pushed through the door and hurried down the hall. He hated hospitals, hated the itch of memory in the back of his mind at the sterilized smell that gave him goosebumps and had him picking up the pace to rush out the side exit before heading to the sidewalk to wait for his friend to come get him after he shot him a text that he was all wrapped up. Another annoying outcome from the accident and the resulting toll on his body – he couldn’t drive himself as it was deemed too unsafe for him.

Bullshit.

“Hey Bakubro!” Katsuki’s eyes snapped toward the boisterous voice, seeing his red-headed friend waving his arm out the passenger window of his car. Katsuki ripped the door open and sunk into the passenger seat, Kirishima avoided asking how this appointment went the second he saw Katsuki’s demeanor. The two men drove in silence on the way to Katsuki’s apartment when the silence was cut.

“Doctors mentioned an email they sent me about this program,” Katsuki tested the water, being unsure what the program his doctors suggested he partake in he wasn’t sure if it was good to bring up with Kirishima at this moment. “They mentioned you’ve taken part in it before... Was curious what it’s all about,” Katsuki wouldn’t add the unspoken because I trust your opinion, but he knew Kirishima knew him and his nuances better than anyone since they’ve been side by side since UA.

“Program...?” Kirishima wracked his brain for a few minutes until it clicked.

The Hybrid Rehabilitation Foster Program.

A program that matches people with hybrids who have been rescued from inhumane circumstances with a person who needs support in their healing journey, and who is believed will benefit from focusing more on rehabilitating another which has been shown to have equally beneficial results with the healing person themselves. Kirishima had first taken part in the program after he was put on medical leave due to a villain fight that nearly left him dead – his body and his mind took almost a full year to heal, and he nearly gave up entirely. On Pro Hero work, on himself... on life. His doctors had mentioned the program and Kirishima wasn’t sure at first – how would he be able to provide a good home to someone who needed stability and support when he could barely pull himself out of bed? He got matched with a wolf hybrid, TetsuTetsu, who had been rescued from an underground fighting ring, having to kill other hybrids just to be able to get locked in a cage alive for another day. TetsuTetsu was surprisingly positive and open for someone who had gone through what he did, but he still had issues – Kirishima slowly helped break him of his more undesirable reactivity and in return TetsuTetsu gave Kirishima a reason to get up every day, make food, go for walks... talk about things that weighed on him, and before he knew it, he was making strides rebuilding his strength with his new training partner. Kirishima still had TetsuTetsu living with him, and Katsuki had met him several times now, but Kirishima never divulged how their relationship came to be – just alluded to him adopting a hybrid in need.

“Yeah! If it’s the one I’m thinking about it’s a pretty great program,” Kirishima finally spoke. “It’s a rehabilitation program for hybrids who were rescued from bad situations. They place them with a person who they feel would benefit from having something to care for while working on their own journey too.”

“Tch,” Katsuki snorted out, “sounds like a pain in the ass waste of time.”

“It’s how I adopted TetsuTetsu,” Kirishima stated out loud for the first time to his friend. Katsuki noted the stiff body language from his friend, knuckles white as they gripped the steering wheel. “When I was out on leave for that year after...” Kirishima couldn’t finish the thought, the memory still a sore spot. “I was out on leave, and it got bad dude. I really came close to just giving up.” Katsuki had seen his friend in a lot of lights, weak and strong – but Kirishima never revealed what happened after that incident that left him injured when he was on leave for that year. Never thought for a second his life came so close to not having that shitty red hair and sharky smile in it, never thought he’d ever have that brotherhood bond ripped from him. Katsuki swallowed hard, the lump in his throat the size of a boulder.

“That bad, huh?” Kirishima just flashed a half-smile, watching his friend shift uncomfortably in the seat.

“Yeah,” Kirishima sighed, “it got pretty bad. I was against the idea at first, not thinking I could take care of someone when I couldn’t do it myself but it’s amazing how your mind overrides itself to keep going for someone else... and having TetsuTetsu around really helped me get back on track to be back where I am now.”

Katsuki had been chewing on the inside of his cheek, eyes narrowed into a concentrated death stare before he noticed that they were parked in front of his apartment building. “I do like that annoying rockhead,” Katsuki finally said. Kirishima just laughed and gave a gentle punch to his friend’s shoulder.

“Just think about it dude,” Kirishima smiled, seeing the cogs turning in Bakugo’s head. “They provide a link to the rescue sight so you can see some of the hybrids they have in their facility right now – and look into next steps if you end up going that route...” Bakugo had stepped out of the car listening to his friends, and before shutting the door with a quick Later, dude Kirishima added - “it’s worth it Bakugo.”

Slam.

Kirishima just laughed, watching Bakugo enter his building before pulling away to head back home. Intending to text Bakugo later to see where his head is at and see if he wants to talk more in depth about the program.

Bakugo made his way up to his apartment – opening the door and stepping into the genkan to slip out of his boots and into his bright crimson and black Red Riot house slippers – a joke gift from his friend but functional enough that Bakugo didn’t mind replacing his old ones with them. He’d never outwardly admit it but he had a love for sentimentality even when it made him uncomfortable, and Kirishima always had such a shit eating grin on his face when he came over to Bakugo’s house and saw them still being used.

Bakugo’s apartment was wide open, a minimalistic space with deep chocolate colored wood laminate flooring and a traditional shoji style wall, some actual shoji, and some just styled in a more traditional way with wallpaper and wood accents. The whole living room wall facing out toward Musutafu was made up of large windows that lead to a fairly decently sized balcony with a bonfire and patio set, and down a short hallway was the spare room that currently housed his office where he could complete some more of the menial work from home, and a pull-out couch for guests. His bedroom was an equally large, open space but housed a King-sized bed with plush comforters and pillows, a wall dedicated to All Might memorabilia he collected since he was a child and was connected to a luxury bathroom with a deep tub and natural rock wall shower that doubled as a steam room.

Bakugo took his time getting showered, changed into loungewear and set to work through some of his most recent light work assignments, and finally his emails where one caught his eye immediately.

Musutafu Hybrid Rehabilitation Foster Program, LLC <[email protected]>

To: Bakugo, Katsuki <[email protected]>

Tue, Nov 8 at 10:26 AM

Hello Katsuki Bakugo,

Congratulations! You have been extended a conditional offer of consideration for adoption as a part of the Hybrid Rehabilitation Program per a request from your medical team at the Musutafu Hero Recuperation Facility. Please note that this adoption offer is contingent upon the completion of the necessary online paperwork and tasks, as well as your attendance to the required hybrid informational seminars prior to the adoption process. Additionally, your offer may be contingent on screening results (e.g., background check, reference check), as applicable for the adoption.

In advance of you coming to the facility, please follow the link below to complete required paperwork and tasks as stated above. You will also be redirected to our facilities availability calendar to choose a day to come in and tour the facility, speak with staff and begin the introduction process at your convenience.

Thank you for your cooperation. If you have any questions, please feel free to contact the facility and ask to speak to the Managing Director.

Best regards,

The M.H.R.F.P. Team

Bakugo stared at his computer screen for the longest time before deciding to click on the hyperlink that led him to the rescue facilities website. He was on autopilot as he filled out all of the personal information, required questions (both information-gathering and personal) and even wrote in his concerns in a concise manner in a provided box for additional comments before hitting submit and staring as the screen buffered with a loading wheel until it finally read ‘Thank you! A member of our staff will be contacting you shortly to confirm your appointment date!’ He didn’t know why he easily accepted this opportunity despite his growing hesitation, again unsure that he could or should be seeking to take care of something else when he could barely manage to care about himself beyond pushing himself into getting back to his normal Hero work... but a nagging feeling at the back of his mind told him this was something worth checking out.

“Hell, if shitty Broomhead can do this program then so can I,” he finally said, shutting his laptop and heading toward his bedroom to sleep.

Underneath the plush covers, in the darkness of his room, Bakugo drifted off into a dream of what awaited him upon meeting a hybrid.

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i-literally-cant-with-this · 5 months

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I need this man to break through my front door hunt me down pick me up carry me to my room throw me on the bed rip my clothes from my body shove his face between my legs eat me out until I'm fucking sobbing and begging him to stop and then fill me up until his cum is what I'm crying.

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chaepink · 1 year

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awoken | sub!todoroki shoto

wc: 600+ words | masterlist

dom!reader, somnophilia, dacryphillia, mommy kink, humping, begging, slight edging, ruined orgasm

note : oops accidentally confused dacryphillia with somnophilia but its okay

also repost

"oh fuckkk pleaseee—"

You groan and turn your head the other way, trying to shade your eyes from the sun. Unsuccessful with that, you feel yourself start to wake up. However, a relatively heavy weight moving on your thigh wakes you up even further. Not only that but whines and whimpers are coming from the said weight on you. Weird.

Your eyes flutter open, trying to adjust to the bright light. Now, imagine the shock on your face when you find out that the weight on your thigh was actually your beloved boyfriend, who was oh so shamelessly humping your thigh.

He makes eye contact with you but doesn't stop. Instead, he only speeds up faster, throwing his head back with a choked moan as he fucks himself on your thigh just right. There's a rather obvious tent on his underwear that—even if you try—you can't take your eyes off. The wet stain there from pre-cum doesn't help either.

"Fuck shoto," you rasp, voice slightly deep from just waking up. "What's gotten you so riled up, hm?" Your hands find their way onto his waist, rubbing the exposed skin there from where his shirt rose up, which riles shoto even more, making him speed up.

He looks down at you, tears brimming his eyes. "H-had a dream about you.." You raise your eyebrow.

"A dream about me, huh? Tell me about it, baby," you say, "I assume it was rather dirty? Considering the way you're all horny this morning." You give him a grin. "You know, humping my thigh and all that."

Though he must've done it subconsciously, you feel him speed up a little. He must like the teasing.

The hands on his hips tighten, almost possessive-like.

"Go on, baby." You grin at him. "Tell me all about your dirty, dirty dream about me."

The breath hitches in his throat as he stares at your nervously. His face is turning red, how cute.

"I-I... I.. was underneath you," he whispers, covering his red face with his hands but a sharp snap of his hips on your thigh made him let out a mewl, his hands going to grab onto your arms instead. You grin.

"Yeah, baby? Tell me more, what was I doing?"

"Y-you were ah! playing with my nipples and-" He lets out a choked moan. "T-there was a v-vibrator in me, I-I think."

"Yeah? It went like that?" He lets out a sob as he nods. "a-and I was calling you m-mommy.."

Taking pity on him, you decide to help him out a bit. The pace you set is brutal, just the way you know todoroki loves it. He's quick to try to match your pace but decides it's helpless as he just sits back and lets you take full control. It's not long until he turns into a drooling, sobbing mess on your thigh.

A few tears begin trickling down his adorable, red face as you continue. He lets out another sob.

"mommy please! plea- ah! please!!"

He's close, you know it. However, you beat him to it and stop your movements, making todoroki let out a whine. Tears begin running down his face from his ruined orgasm. Before he starts to beg, you flip him over so you're the one on top and kiss his cheek, shutting him up quick. You wipe his tear-stained cheeks as he stares up at you with red, pleading eyes.

"Shhh don't worry baby. You'll get to cum soon, I promise." You smile at him. "Though how about we make that dream of yours come true while we're at it?"

ty for reading to the end! ❤ - chaepink

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bakugosatoru · 4 months

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Pretty for the Press

Requests Open! Warnings: Graphic Smut (This is pure PWP smut, MDNI) Genre: Smut Fic Type: Medium Length Fic (4.5k Words) Fandom: My Hero Acadamia Ship: Dabi x Hawks Authors note: My first longer fic! I'm not sure how I feel about it but I like it enough that I do want to share it! I've been working on it for an embarrassingly long time so I hope you like it! Also Dabi is really soft in this and its a little out of character but oh well. Synopsis: Hawks has defected to the side of the villains and is now standing in the League of Villains hideout bathroom, and he needs a haircut. Dabi offers to help. What could go wrong.

Also here on AO3 if you prefer to read over there.

It isn't exactly the Marriott. The yellowing porcelain of the benchtops and the stained brown sinks work to remind him exactly where he is. The bathroom at the league of villains hideout. The porcelain is cool against his hands, his face leaning in towards the cracked and dirty mirror.

It's been three months since Hawk defected to the side of the villains, away from the world of heroes, the world of being a hero. So here Hawks stands, instead of his hero funded penthouse with the nicest things money can buy, he stands in a bathroom, staring at himself in the mirror. Tugging at the strands of his hair. He always forgets how quickly hair grows when not being cut every two weeks to keep up an appearance.

“So this is why you spend so fucking long in the bathroom huh? Damn you really love looking at yourself that much Birdie?”

Dabi stands, lounging against the doorframe dressed in black sweatpants and a ratty old tank top. Hawks scowls, wondering how long he’d really been there.

“Fuck off Dabi, was just trying to figure out which one of you psychos I’d trust with scissors to cut my hair” The ex-hero smirked, leaning back from the mirror to meet Dabi’s gaze.

“And what was the verdict?” Dabi mused as he wandered over to stand next to Hawks, whose wings quickly tucked into his body to make room.

Hawks didn’t answer, just going back to pulling and rearranging his hair before huffing and messily tying it back in a stubby ponytail. Dabi spun around and sat against the sink, watching Hawks intently. Hawks feathers puff and ruffle slightly, subconsciously, as he feels Dabis gaze dig into him. It's not often they get time alone together, usually they are either surrounded by other members of the league or fighting for their lives. Doesn’t exactly leave a lot of time for talking. Dabi picked up the discarded and rusted scissors off the counter and held them in front of his eyes, cutting at the air a few times for good measure.

“I mean, I could do it..” Dabi said, spinning the scissors around his pointer finger and tapping his other hand mindlessly against the counter.

“Promise I won't slice ya”

“Well that just fills me with confidence” Hawks scoffed.

“I mean, the offers there if you want. If you want to keep growing out your hair ‘till you start looking like a homeless guy hanging outside the headquarters that's your call Birdy”

Hawks paused for a moment, looking over at Dabi. Dabi glanced at him momentarily before returning his gaze to the scissors spinning in his hand. Hawks hated to admit that Dabi was probably his best choice. He couldn't trust Compress or Twice to just do a small trim (they always had a flair for the dramatic), Himeko might get a bit too snip-happy with the scissors and Shigaraki isn't exactly a big fan of… hygiene in general.

“Fine” Hawks huffed, finally leaning back from the counter.

“Yea?” Surprise painted Dabi’s voice as he hopped off the counter and strolled behind Hawks, yanking a cheap plastic chair over from the corner of the room and placing it right in front of the mirror.

“Well take a seat, get comfortable. Want me to wash your hair first, scalp massage maybe? Perhaps I should get you a cup of tea?” Dabi mocked in a sing-song tone.

“Oh please do, I expect only the best service from a stylist as famous as yourself” Hawks scoffed as he rolled his eyes. He sat down on the chair and leaned back, Dabi now towering behind him in the mirror. A moment paused between them as Dabi looked down at his hair, a hand reaching out gingerly to hold a few strands between his fingers, the back of his hand brushing against Hawks neck gently. Hawks felt a shiver pass through his body to the tip of his wings and he just prayed Dabi didn’t notice.

“Uh actually I might have to wash it…” Dabi mumbled, all the joking bravado in his voice replaced with a nervousness Hawks had never heard coming from the villain before.

“Hm?” Hawks questioned, tilting his head to look up at Dabi, seeing the living skin on his face dusted with a soft pink hue.

“It's just easier to cut wet hair.” Dabi said as he spun the plastic chair around, so that Hawks was now facing him, his back to the sink. Hawks' breath caught in his throat as he looked up at Dabi, who was leaning over to turn on the faucet. Was Dabi going to wash his hair? This really hadn't been how he expected this to go, he assumed Dabi would cut a few inches off his hair and be done with it, but this was a side of Dabi he hadn't seen before. A softer side.

“Okay lean back, the water shouldnt be too hot but my hands aren't exactly great for gauging temperature so if your skin melts off, not my fault.” Dabi said as he moved over to the shower in the corner of the bathroom and snatched up a bottle of shampoo and conditioner. Hawks leant back, awkwardly tilting his head under the faucet to line himself up so the water was in his hair instead of covering his entire face.

“Twice will kill you if he finds out you're going to use his weird expensive shampoo”

“No, he’ll kill you. You're the one using it, I'm just putting it in your hair” Smirked Dabi as he strolled over to the left of Hawks and reached into the sink to help rinse his hair. Hawks felt himself tense as Dabis fingers brushed against his scalp, before relaxing into the touch and letting his eyes shut to prevent getting water in them.

“So what about that tea you offered?” Hawks smirked as he felt Dabi pour some shampoo on his head and start massaging it into his hair. If he tried really hard he could probably pretend he was back in one of those swanky hair salons his agency used to send him to, but honestly? He preferred this, though he wasn't fully sure why.

“Hey what the-” Hawks sputtered as he felt water be splashed onto his face. Dabi laughed as Hawks wiped his eyes with his sleeve, opening his eyes to look up at Dabi. His mouth opened to scold him but he paused, Dabi had this mindless smile on his face, not one of his signature smirks, but a genuine smile.

Hawks hadn’t ever seen Dabi smile like this before.

“I was about to say you were good at this but after that I might have to retract that statement” Hawks teased.

“Aw c’mon Birdy, you like it”

“Yea I guess I do” Hawks said, his voice quiet, so quiet that Dabi nearly didn't hear him…. But he had heard him.

“I’m sure you had this done all the time when you were a hero” Dabi snipped, a strange venom in his voice, but Hawks just shook it off.

“Yea, too much actually. They would send me every few weeks to make sure my hair was always perfect. ‘Gotta keep up appearances’ they would tell me. So they’d send me to some overpriced salon and get me all dolled up for the press” Hawks sighed, remembering his old life wasn’t exactly his favorite pastime.

“Which do you like better?” “Hm?”

“Your old salon experiences or this one?” Dabi asked as he washed the last bit of conditioner out of Hawks hair and swapped to rinsing the hair clean. Hawks paused for a moment, staring up at Dabi.

“My old hairstylist was never so gentle” Hawks mumbled, still gazing up at him. Dabi tensed at his words, pulling his hands away and wiping them on a towel. Hawks scolded himself in his head, he was having the perfect moment with Dabi and he had to go say something stupid and spook him.

He opened his mouth to apologize, or try to play it off, or do something to turn back time to only a few moments ago, but he was stopped by Dabi’s hand resting against his cheek as he leaned in and began to softly dry his hair. Hawks leant forward so he was no longer halfway in the sink as Dabi gently dried his hair with the towel before using the towel to wipe away the water that had splashed on Hawks face.

“I'm sure your old hairstylist never did this either.” Dabi whispered as he placed the towel on the counter and leant down, cupping Hawks face in his hands and brushing their lips together ever so softly, as if asking for permission. Permission that Hawks was more than happy to grant as he reached up and wrapped his arms around Dabis neck, kissing him deeply. Hawks’ mind was racing at a hundred miles an hour. Never in his wildest dreams could he have expected this. Of course he liked Dabi, Dabi was strong, funny, passionate and beautiful. But Dabi was also, well, Dabi; he didn’t expect him to feel the same way.

“Well?” Dabi asked, breaking the kiss but not pulling away. Their lips softly brushed against each other as he spoke.

“Oh, huh?” Stuttered Hawks, every thought in his brain fully occupied with what had just happened.

Dabi chuckled softly, gazing at Hawks' kiss-drunk expression.

“Have any of your hairstylists ever done that before?” He smirked, kissing Hawks for just a moment before pulling back to allow him to answer.

“No, but I don't mind if this one does” He murmured, mustering every ounce of confidence in his body to stand up and pull Dabi back into a scathing kiss, his hands gripping his black spiked hair, being careful not to pull any staples or hurt the scarred skin. Hawks was usually good at this kind of thing, being a confident hero was all part of his image. Swooning the ladies, charming the press, it was second nature to him. But this? This was different, he had never felt so exposed, he was laying himself bare for a man who he had assumed wanted nothing to do with him. He was offering himself to Dabi, and if Dabi pushed him away now? He would never recover.

But Dabi took his offer

“Wanted to do this for months” Dabi whispered against Hawks lips. Scarred hands gripped his thighs and lifted Hawks up onto the bathroom counter. The plastic chair clattered to the side as Dabi stood between Hawks thighs, kissing him deeply. One of Hawks hands began to tug at the hem of Dabis' shirt. Dabi lifted his arms, allowing him to lift the shirt over his head and toss it to a corner of the bathroom. His hands began to trail along his scarred chest, his finger gently tracing the seams between scarred and living skin. For the first time, Dabi seemed to pull back, breaking the kiss and turning his head to the side.

“You okay? Does that hurt?” Hawks quickly started to pull his hand away but Dabi grabbed it and placed it back on his chest, holding it there and squeezing it slightly.

“No it's fine, just… been a while since anyone touched them, I guess; weird feeling. Just…keep going” Dabi sighed, his head dropping against Hawks shoulder, his hand dropping to the birds thigh as he began kissing along his neck.

“Okay” Hawks whispered, his hands dragging along Dabi’s chest, dragging down towards the hem of his sweatpants, mindlessly fiddling with the drawstring for a moment as he felt Dabi bite down against his neck, licking at the indent left behind.

“Shit- Dabi” Hawks hissed, his hips twitching.

“Your room, now, please”

“Don't gotta tell me twice songbird” Dabi hummed, stepping back and dragging Hawks off the counter.

Songbird… Hawks liked that one.

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Hawks got the wind knocked out of him as Dabi slammed him against the now closed door to his room. He was going to wake up the entire League and he truly didn't seem to care. Because he finally had that stupid bird in his arms.

“Do you know how long i've been trying to get your attention?” Dabi growled against his ear, his hands grabbing Hawks waist. Hawks let out a whine, flattening his chest against Dabis.

“So fucking pretty birdy, everyone wanted to be with the hero Hawks hm? Fucking sucks for them all, ‘cause I get villain Hawks and he is so much better.” Dabi used his grip on the ex-heros waist to push him towards the bed, shoving him backwards. He fell back, his wings splaying across the bed. Dabi couldn't help but smirk. Laid out just for him. He crawled over and straddled Hawks, before leaning forward to catch his lips in a kiss once again, their hips rolling against each other sloppily. They were making out like two teenagers and they couldn't care less. Hawks broke the kiss for a moment to rip his own shirt over his head, but it took a little longer as he had to slide his wings out of it, which Dabi thankfully helped with.

“Always wondered how those wings got in the way of getting dressed, guess now I know” Mused Dabi, his thumbs rubbing circles in Hawks thigh.

“Heh, yea, just as cumbersome as you would think” Laughs Hawks as he finally manages to escape his shirt, launching it across the room.

Dabi paused for a moment, his hands now pressed flat against Hawks chest as he shifted his weight, sitting on his lap.

“Well Birdy, how do you wanna do this?”

“I mean, being on the bed is a good start…”

“No you dumbass,” Laughed Dabi.

“Do you wanna top or bottom, I don’t mind either, I mean I usually top but I could be convinced to switch…I just need to touch you” He hummed as he dragged his nails across Hawks chest.

“Oh yea.. um” Hawks paused, his heart leaping into his throat as he looked at the ceiling, his face going bright red.

“Songbird?” Dabi paused, his hands flattening out to gently rest against Hawks hips.

“We don't have to do this if you don't want to. I didn't mean to…” Dabi trails off, self doubt filling him. Did he force Hawks into this? Hawks was probably grossed out. Was it his scars?. Dabi's mind raced a hundred miles an hour as he slowly went to climb off Hawks lap.

“No No it's nothing like that” Hawks exclaimed with a slight panic, his hands pulling Dabi back to his lap. He paused, Hawks entire face was burning red.

“I've just… fuck this is embarrassing. I've never done anything like this… before?” He mumbled, his eyes still avoiding meeting Dabis at all cost.

“What? Really? This is your first time with a dude?” Dabi exclaimed. He didn't mean to sound so surprised but, the number 2 hero? The professional flirt? Had never been with a guy?

“No not just with a guy” Hawks whispered, he looked like he wanted to curl in on himself until the world itself disappeared.

“Birdie, you a virgin?” Dabi asked, surprise lacing his voice.

“Yea…. The commission didn't exactly like letting me out of their sight and dating or hookups were out of the question so…” Hawks shrugged.

Dabi paused for a moment before reaching a hand out and gently tilting Hawks chin down so their eyes met.

“Songbird, do you want to do this?” He asked, his voice that soft whisper from before that made Hawks heart melt.

“Mhm”

“I need words, Birdy.”

“Yes,” Hawks said before kissing Dabi softly. There's no one else he'd rather have his first time with. He threw his old life away to join the league, but deep down, he threw it away to be near Dabi, he wanted a new start, he wanted to do all the things he could never do, and if one of those things is getting railed by his hot edgy villain friend? Then he was going to do it.

“Alright then Songbird, here’s what we’re gonna do, you're going to leave everything to me, I’ll take the lead and take care of ya’. Any point you wanna stop, just say the word and we will.” Dabi smiled, that sweet smile again. Hawks would trust this man with his life… ironic considering their past. Dabi hooked his fingers into the loops of Hawks pants and worked to pull them off his legs. Hawks lifted his hips so Dabi was able to fully free him, his boxers doing absolutely nothing to hide the shape of his arousal straining against the fabric.

“This hard for little ol’ me Birdy? I’m flattered” Dabi teased, his mouth latching to Hawks exposed collarbone as one of his hands gave Hawks a light squeeze over his boxers. Hawks opened his mouth to reply, but he was only able to muster a whispered whine as Dabi set his mind racing with just a few touches.

“Fuck, your voice Songbird” Dabi groaned as he pulled back for a moment, quickly ridding himself of his own sweatpants. He grabbed Hawks hand and pulled it to feel against the growing bulge in his boxers.

“Feel what you do to me baby?” Dabi asked, Hawks didn’t respond, his hips shifting as he fought to get any friction against the growing desperation between his legs. Dabi smirked. Watching Hawks get so desperate before even getting his boxers off was driving him crazy. Dabi finally gave Hawks some respite, grabbing the waistband of his boxers and pulling them off him, his cock red and the tip wet with precum.

“Lie back for me okay? I’m going to make you feel so good” Dabi murmured as he tilted Hawks back on the bed before positioning himself between Hawks legs. He leaned over to the nightstand and grabbed the small bottle of lube he kept there for… personal reasons. He quickly discarded his own boxers before pouring some of the lube on his fingers and warming it up.

“This might feel weird at first but I promise it gets better” Dabi said as he dropped his slicked up finger down between Hawks legs, gently circling it around the rim before pushing it in softly. Hawks let out a hiss as his body got used to the strange intrusion. Dabi leaned forward and kissed along his collarbone in apology as he began to work his long finger in and out. He kept going until he was sure that Hawks was ready.

“Shit” Hawks moaned quietly as Dabi slipped a second finger into him, moving them around and scissoring them apart gently, working him open.

“Oh just you wait Songbird” Dabi smirked as he started to move his fingers slightly deeper, moving around, looking for that spot that would make his Birdy see stars.

“Fuck Dabi!” Hawks clenched around his fingers as he moaned loudly.

There it is.

Dabi let out a chuckle as he slipped a third finger into Hawks, loving how the ex-hero had begun rocking back onto his fingers. He kept working him open, making a conscious effort to only brush against his prostate once and a while, as to not end their fun too early, it was the birds first time after all. Hawks moans grew louder as Dabi continued to fuck into him with his fingers, his lips attacking any blank patches of skin across the birds chest, covering him in hickies. They would definitely have some questions to answer from the rest of the league tomorrow but neither of them could care at this moment.

“Dabi, fuck me please, I can’t take it anymore” Hawks whined out, his hand gripping against his partners scarred shoulders.

“Well how could I say no to that pretty voice baby?” Dabi purred out, but his mind was anything but calm. He didn’t realize how much of an effect Hawks voice had on him, he was shocked he didn’t cum right on the spot from hearing him beg, he was even more shocked he had just called Hawks baby. But no time to unpack that right now, right now all he needed was to get inside the stupidly sexy bird hero strewn in front of him. He quickly poured some more of the lube onto his hand, stroking his neglected cock a few times. He locked eyes with Hawks, the ex-hero was breathing heavily, his eyes watching Dabi hungrily, his whole face and neck bright red, besides the patches of hickies that were already starting to turn purple. Every breath seemed to send a quiver through each and every one of the feathers that sprouted from his back.

“Deep breath for me Birdy” Dabi pushed Hawks thighs apart as he lined himself up between his legs and slowly began to push inside.

“Holy shit”

“You okay? Need me to stop?”

“Stop and I’ll rip your dick off”

Dabi let out a laugh that quickly tapered into a groan as he bottomed out inside Hawks. He paused for a moment, his thumbs rubbing circles in Hawks hips, in an attempt to give the bird a moment to adjust. Hawks quickly let out a frustrated chirp and began to rock himself back against Dabis cock.

“No fucking patience” Dabi smirked as he slowly started to thrust into Hawks, not wanting to be too rough and hurt the poor bird. He dragged his nails up and down Hawks chest and shoulders, worshiping his toned body and the way his feathers quivered every time he brushed them with his fingers. But it wasn’t enough for Hawks, he wanted more. Don’t get him wrong, he was very thankful that Dabi was being so gentle and patient, but he didn’t want gentle, he wanted Dabi to make sure he never forgot this feeling. He wanted Dabi to make him scream. He rocked his hips impatiently back into Dabi’s thrusts, willing him to speed up.

“More Dabi, please” Hawks pleaded again, in that begging voice that Dabi couldn’t resist.

“Your fucking insatiable” Dabi chuckled darkly.

“Here I am, trying to be a gentleman” He slowly pulled out, until only the tip was still in.

“Be nice and gentle for your first time, but I think you just want me to fuck you into this mattress… isn’t that right Birdbrain” Dabi quickly slammed back into Hawks, yanking his thighs to bring them flush against each other. Hawks let out a choked moan, nodding eagerly as Dabi set a brutal pace, using Hawks hips and thighs to yank him back to meet his thrusts. Moans began spilling out of Hawks mouth completely unashamed, his hands gripping into the sheets for any kind of support as his body shook with each of Dabi’s thrusts. Dabi reached up and grabbed Hawks face, yanking him into a searing kiss, his tongue exploring every inch of the whimpering bird's mouth.

“Fuck me your tight” Dabi growled against Hawks lips.

“Your jus -fuck- just big” Hawks choked out between his moans, eliciting another laugh from Dabi. He gritted his teeth, still slamming his hips roughly into his whimpering Birdy. Dabi really didn’t want to cum first but fuck did Hawks feel fucking incredible.

“Hey Birdy, roll over for me okay, wanna try something” Dabi said, pulling out and helping Hawks roll onto his stomach, his wings splaying out into the air after being cooped up against the bed for so long. Dabi slowly pushed himself deep back into the ex–hero, Hawks letting out a satisfied coo as he felt himself be filled again, this position making it feel even deeper. Even more intense. Hawks lifted his hips up, leaning forward on his knees, arms folded on the bed, his head resting against them. His ass on full display.

“Fuck Birdy, you’re gonna be the death of me” Dabi growled out as he returned to the brutal pace he had started before. Hawks kept up his chorus of moans, whimpers and chirps as he felt Dabis cock hit his prostate head on, this position making it even harder for him to keep it together.

“Dabi” He stammered through his whimpering tears “Not gonna last”.

“Gonna cum for me Songbird? Need to feel you clench around me, come on baby” Dabi cooed, one of his hands snaking down to Hawks dripping neglected cock, stroking it roughly in time with his thrusts, while his other hand grabbed the base of his wings roughly, his fingers curling and tugging on the sensitive feathers.

“Agh- Fuck Dabi!” Hawks let out a litany of loud moans and whines as his back arched into Dabi’s touch, his climax hitting him at full force, painting his stomach and the mattress with his cum.

“That's it Songbird, just a little more, you're squeezing me so tight… shit” Dabi gasped out between gritted teeth as he felt Hawks climax rack his body. Both his hands shot to the base of Hawks large wings, gripping them tightly as he hit his limit. He collapsed forward against Hawks back and wings as he came, filling Hawks as deep as he could. Hawks mewling and chirping from the overstimulation.

They laid there, both desperately trying to catch their breath. Dabi using the last of his energy to pull out, earning him a quiet whine from Hawks, and flop to the side of his sweet, exhausted bird (being careful not to crush his wings).

“C’mere birdy” Dabi mumbled, yanking the tired bird onto his chest, allowing him to nuzzle into the crook of his scarred neck, a hand gently running over his sides and the tips of his wings. The large wings had curled around the two of them, covering them both in a soft red canopy.

“You good?” Dabi asked, turning his head to press a kiss onto the side of Hawks head.

“Mhm, so good” Hawks sighed, his words muffled by Dabis' shoulder. Dabi lets out a relieved breath he didn't realize he was holding and wraps both his arms around Hawks waist tightly, kissing the top of his head.

“You know, we still have to cut your hair, Songbird” Dabi mused, resting his head against Hawks’.

“Can do it tomorrow, don’t wanna move” Hawks whined.

“I have a feeling we’ll be a little busy tomorrow” Dabi smirked.

“Why? I didn't think we had a mission” Hawks asked, suddenly much more conscious.

“We don't, but Birdy, you just moaned on my dick loud enough that I'll be shocked if anyone didn’t hear it. We’re gonna have some questions to answer” Dabi laughed, rubbing Hawks back as he saw his neck and ears turn red.

“Shit…” Hawks let out a groan. He had forgotten about that… tomorrow was going to be a long day. Dabi let out a laugh, hugging Hawks tightly to his body.

“A problem for tomorrow Birdy, get some rest for now” Dabi sighed, pulling the blanket over the two of them and relaxing back into the mattress, clutching his Birdy closely to his chest. He finally had him, he wasn't going to let him go any time soon.

#my hero academia #hawks smut #dabi smut #hawks x dabi #mha smut #my hero acadamia smut #boku no hero academia #bnha #mha #keigo takami #toya todoroki #hawks #dabi #dabihawks #dabihawks smut #NinesWritings

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justatypicalwizard · 10 months

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Rough and new | bakugo | part seven

✦ Summary: You meet a new and interesting creature that seems to share your curiosity. Both of you have motives to your actions that turn out to be vastly different.

✦ Warnings: mer!Bakugo, fem!reader, adult reader, smut(ish) content due to the curcumstances of the story do not expect full smut, dubcon

Minors do not interact

The night was painfully present, shimming its way between you and the mer’s hot body. Guess such a mass of muscles takes some time to get cold. Although his arms were still tightly wrapped around your form, you shivered. You weren’t sure whether you were crying again or simply never stopped doing that. The realisation hit you hard, dragging you down off your high. Just how drunk were you a while ago? Enough to get stuck here.

All you wanted to do was vanish. You found yourself in a situation that you didn’t understand, nor wanted to understand. Coming to terms with what you’ve done, that it was your and only your fault was just too crushing. You’re not stupid nor ignorant, hasty and thirsty… but that’s how you acted. That’s all that was fueling your childish curiosity with the beautiful and dangerous creature. You should have told someone about your finding, not come here alone, just how you planned. Or forget about the whole thing, act like you never saw the golden glimpse in the water.

No matter how tight you shut your eyes, your head was still spinning underneath. All you wanted to do was get out of here, go to bed, cry.

After what felt like eternity your arms moved from his neck down his back, untangling yourself from the muscular form crushing you into the now cold rock. Slowly and delicately, as if you were observed by a wild animal, you started to move and shimmy out of his cage-like grasp.

The mer’s eyes opened slowly. Did he fall asleep on you? Most likely. He looked unkempt and sleepy but still focused solely on your face. The blonde head tilted slightly expressing his curiosity.

You wanted to tell him something, or maybe not. Saying anything, letting your voice escape your throat felt terrifying. As if disrupting this moment would cause him to leap at you and tear you apart.

Still looking the blonde in the eye you started to crawl, on all four, to the side of the rock, then slowly down into the water. The cold swallowed you as you sunk. The mer seemed fascinated, sliding into the water himself. Observing his form attentively you moved towards the beach, push by push, not too fast. He was swimming around you somehow, brushing your legs and butt, looking at you with those wide-blown eyes. Two glowing-red spots observing you from underneath the dark water.

Biting your lower lip you started to kick and pull your limbs quicker, feeling your stomach clench out of fear. Just a bit closer, just a tiny bit. Your feet brushed the sand and you felt like crying. It was like running in a dream, trying so hard and failing so bad. The mer’s body had less and less water to move in, less and less space to circle around you. He swam just in front of you, staring at your face, not blinking even once, his fair hair dancing in the water.

Finally, your foot dug into the sand hard. It was now or never. Spinning around you splashed and pushed as hard as you could, slipping in the water and wounding your feet on the sharp rocks. The land was closer with every second, the water lower to the point it was merely licking your ankles.

Only did you turn around when your knees safely hit the cold dry sand of the beach. Panting, trying to catch your breath you cried your eyes out and shivered out of cold and fear. The sand rubbed all over your hair and face as you dropped to the floor curling.

“Y/N!”

It was all dark.

“Moment. Tell me everything once again, from the beginning.”

The cup was burning your hand slightly. The steaming-hot tea smelled good, comforting. Looking inside you saw your reflection, disrupted by the shaking of your hand. The teabag sunk low, left for far too long. The liquid was dark and you saw his red eyes…

The tea spilled as you hit the cup on the table.

“I’m sorry.” You whispered looking at the small pool.

“It’s nothing.” The man crouched next to you pulling a tissue out of the box with a sigh.

“Thank you Shinso.” Your voice came out muffed as you wrapped yourself tightly with the blanket.

“Please, tell me what happened.” The black haired was still crouching, staring at your face with an apologetic look. “I saw it, on your neck, it has something to do with a mer.”

Out of all people, why was it Shinso, why did he have to find you? It was humiliating enough to think about your mistakes on your own, to spiral down into overthinking while laying on the cold sand and panting trying to catch your breath. Now it was a whole new level of mortifying.

Shinso knew a lot about mers, giving his faculty at the university the two of you met at. The guy, a genius to add, wanted to become a marine biologist with the speciality about mers. He just got information about a mer showing up on a wild beach and he found you, crying in the sand. You passed out in his arms as soon as you realised it was his face.

What was the worst in this situation is that he has the absolute right to be angry with you, to scold you, to tell you just how stupid you are. You met a mer and instead of calling the person who knew everything about them and who wished about meeting a wild one in real life, you kept it to yourself. You went too far, not knowing when to quit with your curiosity and now you ended up injured, disorientated and defeated. How could you tell him all that?

“Listen, things happen.” He tried to reach for your hand but it was safely wrapped in layers of blanket that you didn’t wish to get out of anywhere. “Just please tell me what happened. Just think how would you feel if you found me like that. Wouldn’t you want to know…”

“I went too far with him!” You finally snapped under his pressure and the odd feeling weightening down your shoulders.

“Went too far with who?’’

“The mer.”

Shinso blinked at you a few times. He knew there was a mer involved. Why else would you be lying on the beach in the middle of the night with a bite mark that only looked like mer’s teeth? It was that wound that worried him the most. The man actually had a theory on what could have led to this situation but he’d rather hear it from you than jump to conclusions.

“What happened with the mer?”

“I don’t know Shinso, I don’t know anything about them!” You whispered feeling small and stupid.

“Please, I know you must feel awful now but… it’s just important, really important, also for me. Something happened and I can help you. I don’t want to leave you like that.”

God, good that you have friends like that or you would be dehydrating on that beach till now, crying your eyes out.

“Just, just promise you won’t tell me shit.” You mumbled and he nodded his head sitting between the table and the couch. His form was squeezed tightly beneath you, all ears at whatever you had to throw out of yourself.

“How could you know, really, don’t shame yourself like that.” After listening quietly to your story, Shinso answered. “Anyone would be interested, heck, people try to pet tigers in the jungle.”

“No they don’t, petting a tiger is stupid.”

“Yes, they do. Listen. I know it’s hard right now but there’s something you need to know.” Shino sighed, running a hand through his hair. “This may not be the perfect time to tell you this but the matter is rather… important.” You were looking at him patiently, ready for whatever he was about to say, silently hoping it was not something you’ve done wrong. “What happened between you and that mer was very different depending on the side. You, as I assume, took it as something fun and interesting but him… from what you say, eh, it looked like a typical example of… courting.”

“What?” You spat out. He sure has some nerves to joke around right now. You do look and feel slightly better than the moment he bringed you from the beach but you’re still shaken.

“Courting. It's a mers’ custom where two mers interested in each other act in a specific way, it may have various stages and different parts but the idea is the same.”

Saying that you were shocked would be a lie. Deep down you had the feeling something was going on between you and the blonde, you just kept ignoring it. Until now the thought was buried deep down your skull, safe and secure, ignored all the way. But when Shinso stated it matter-of-factly like that it couldn’t be pushed to the side anymore.

“I-I kinda felt like it but I thought I was just imagining things.” You mumbled avoiding his gaze.

“Don’t worry. That’s such a weird thing that I understand you could mistake it. Still, we do have a problem.” The man reached for your hair, pushing it to the side and exposing the reddened skin of your neck. The bruise started to change colour slightly, taking in a purple tune around the bites.

“This is a mating sign. With that, he gave himself to you.”

“Wha…”

“Okay, I know you’re scared but…” Shinso sighed. “Mers mate for life. A partner once marked.” He pointed to your bite. “Is considered taken forever. Their smells blend, their bodies react to each other. All sorts of complex things happen but what’s important now is that he bit you. He considers you his mate. That will never change. Even if you’ll never want to see him again it happened. And he will never find a different person… a different love in his life. I know it’s a lot to ask of you but… we need to go back there.”

You felt like throwing up.

“Imagine. He pretty much just confessed to you, no it’s more, he just gave everything he has to you and you… run away.”

PART SIX | PART EIGHT

SERIES MASTERLIST

#katsuki bakugo x reader #bakugou x you #bakugou fluff #mha bakugou #bakugou x y/n #katsuki bakugo mha #bnha bakugo katsuki #bnha bakugou #boku no hero x reader #boku no hero acadamia #my hero academia #mha bakugo x reader #bakugo smut #katsuki smut

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randomgoosegame · 7 months

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Brat

Request - dom aizawa x brat reader please💞

Warnings/ disclaimers - bondage, brat taming, aizawa leaves reader tied up, unprotected sex

It was late and you wake up to an empty cold bed. You huff and go looking for Aizawa who was supposed to be asleep beside you. You found him in the living room sitting on the floor hunched over a pile of papers.

"Aizawa baby come back to bed." You yawn and wrap your arms around his shoulders and lean against his back. He humms in acknowledgment but didn't make any sign of moving.

"I have to finish this by tomorrow kitten." You pout and sit on the floor next to him.

"But Aizawa-" You began but was cut off by him.

"No. Go to bed ill be there in a little bit. Im almost done." Aizawa sighed and kissed the top of your head.

"Well- if your almost done then ill stay with you till then." You smile and snuggle up into his side.

"Fine, just don't cause any trouble." Aizawa huffed a bit hiding a small smile.

You quickly grew bored listening to papers shuffling and decide to take action. You start of small, only nuzzling into his side or caressing his thigh.

"You better stop or your going back to the room." Aizawa said brushing your hand off his thigh. You pout and lay down on the ground next to him. Aizawa went back to grading papers and you bit your lip watching him.

"Stop staring." He said not even sparing you a glance.

"There's nothing else to do!" You huffed.

"Then go to bed." He snorted and started another paper.

"Shoutaaa." You groan climbing into his lap. He sighed loudly and finally looked at you. His eyes were narrowed and threatening but you didn't care.

"Y/N if you don't knock it off right now you'll be begging for me to even touch you." He warned. Despite your instincts telling you to listen you chose not to.

"What do you think im doing now." You huff with a smile and cross your arms pushing down the excitement that was fluttering in your stomach and spilling to your heat. Aizawa rubbed the bridge of his nose and closed his eyes tightly. Your smile dropped and you placed a hand on his cheek.

In a flash you were pinned to the floor on your stomach. You let out a surprised yelp and wiggled your body against Aizawa's. He swatted your ass harshly making you whimper.

"Now if you would have waited like I told you I would have been done by now and we would be in bed." He hissed in your ear pressing his body against your back making you immobile.

"But im bored." You whined grinding your hips as best you could agenst Aizawa's and moan feeling his bulge press into your clothed core.

"Does it look like i care? Your being a brat and brats don't get rewarded." Aizawa lifted you from the ground and carried you back to your shared bedroom before tossing you on the bed. You bit your lip in anticipation and watched as he shuffled around the room.

Coming back to you, Aizawa was holding two silky red ropes and used one to tied your hands to the headboard. You smile up at him but his face remained emotionless and calm. Aizawa kissed your forehead and climbed off the bed twords the door.

"W-were are you going?" You say in a panic watching him open the door. Aizawa turned to you with a smirk.

"I have some work I need to finish." He chuckled and walked out the door leaving you tied to the bed. You struggle with the restraints but they didn't budge. You tied to wiggle out of them but that only made them tighter.

Eventually when Aizawa returned you glared at him as he closed the door behind him. He slowly moved around the room to the bed and took off his shirt and pants, leaving him in his boxers. You can faintly see how hard he was seeing you sprawled out and tied to the bed.

"Have you learned your lesson?" He asked reaching for the rope. You nodd eagerly hoping he would untie you but he just pulled on them to make sure they were secured.

"Use your words kitten." He growled narrowing his eyes at you.

"Y-yes Shouta." You whimper.

"Good." Aizawa climbed on the bed and ran his hands up and down your thighs, avoiding the place you wanted him most. You squirm searching for any kind of stimulation but stop when Aizawa slapped your thigh.

"On second though.... I don't think you have." He muttered.

"N-no please! Ill be good i promise!" You cried out desperately. Wordlessly Aizawa flipped you onto your stomach. You can feel him shift around on the bed and you jump when he starts to pull down your panties.

"The thing is, i don't think you mean that." He said slowly and delivered a strike to your ass. You yelp and pull on the restraints but it doesn't help as he delivers another blow to the other cheek.

"Shouta please!" You cried out and tears prick at the corner of your eyes. Relentlessly Aizawa strikes your ass and only switches cheeks every other slap. Aizawa eventually stoped and massaged your ass to sooth the redness.

"Mmm I think you know now." Aizawa flipped you back over and kissed away your tears. He hummed and felt up your body, squeezing your thighs, hips and breasts.

"So pretty." Aizawa hummed kissing and sucking on your neck. You moan and tilt your head to give him more room.

Aizawa peeled off your (his) shirt and played with your breasts. He popped your left nipple in his mouth and swirled it around. You moan and pull on the rope.

You buck your hips to grind against his clothed member. Aizawa groaned and pinned your hips to the bed with his free hand.

"Shouta don't tease its not fare." You pout.

"Be patient I wanna take my time." He hummed and switched to playing with your right nipple. You whine and arch your back into his touch.

Aizawa pulled away from your chest looking at the marks he made on your chest. He hummed in approval and slowly slid your panties down your legs. You kick them off making Aizawa roll his eyes at your desperateness.

Aizawa slid down your body and settled himself between your thighs. He kept your legs pinned to the bed and spread them to get a good look at your arousal. He blew lightly on it and you whimper trying to wiggle away but was not permitted to by the tight grip on your thighs.

Aizawa decided to take pity on you and he licked a fat strip up your cunt. You moan softly and bite your lip watching him between your legs. Aizawa shoved his tongue into your entrance and he sucked harshly. Your moans and whimpers drowned out the erotic sound of him slurping up your arousal.

You begin to feel the familiar warmth pooling into your stomach and you moan pulling at the restraints, desperately trying to touch Aizawa. Aizawa hummed and thrusted his tongue in and out of you. His nose nudged at your clit and you moan feeling your stomach getting tighter and tighter.

"Shouta don't stop im so close." You moan loudly. Aizawa hummed and pulled away right before you could succumb to your climax.

"I should stuff that noisy little hole before you get us in trouble with the neighbors again." Aizawa said narrowing his eyes at you. You frown at him with wide eyes, ignoring the butterflies you feel thinking about what he would stuff your mouth with.

Aizawa takes the other rope and covers your eyes with it and secures it behind your head. You pout your lips but Aizawa kisses it away. You giggle as his fingertips run along your body tickling you slightly. But then he was gone, you couldn't feel or see him.

"Shouta?" You frown your brows worried he might have left you alone again.

"Im still here." You hear him from your left. You gulp nervously trying to strain your ears to hear him.

You feel him climb back on the bed and settle between your thighs once more. Your body buzzes in anticipation and you bite your lip. You jump feeling pressure on your entrance. You wiggle your hips but yelp as you feel a strike on your thigh.

"If you make a noise ill leave you here and you wont cum at all." You feel Aizawa breathe on your ear. You nod bitting your lip.

The pressure on your entrance grew untill the object entered you. You bite your lip hard enough to draw blood as you suppress a moan when the object started to vibrate.

You squirm as the vibrations grow in strength. You jump feelings hands on your tits squeezing and groping your fleshly mounds. Your climax rapidly approaches and your legs shake. You cum around the vibrator and your body thrashes around at the intensity of it.

The vibrator didn't turn off and you struggled to keep quiet. Aizawas hands move off your breasts and you felt him untie your hands. Aizawa rubbed your red wrists and kissed them.

"You can speak now kitten." Aizawa removed your blindfold and you blinked rapidly adjusting to the dimly lit room. You whine loudly feeling another orgasm coming on.

Aizawa chuckled and kissed you. His tongue lapped at your lower lip and you opened your mouth to deepen the kiss. You cried out as you came again and wrapped your arms around Auzawa.

"Mmm you did so good kitten." Aizawa untangled your arms from him and removed the vibrator from your quivering cunt. You sigh and curl up sleepily.

"What are you doing?" Aizawa said tilting his head at you. You looked over at him with wide eyes.

"B-but-" Aizawa narrowed his eyes at you. Aizawa climbed between your legs and rested on his forearms. You snuggled your head into Aizawa's chest and wrap your arms around his midsection.

"You didn't think we were done did you?" Aizawa hummed brushing your hair back and out of your face.

"No..." You say reluctantly and lean back away from Aizawa's chest. He rubbed your thigh and helped guide his cock to your entrance. You whimper as his tip pushed through your folds and then into your pussy.

Aizawa breathed sweet praises in your ear as he bottomed out. You whimper from the overestimation and tighten your hold around him.

"So tight and hot kitten." Aizawa groaned and started to lazily thrust his hips into yours. You moan as he brushed your cervix.

"S-shouta." You moan louder as he sped up his thrusts. Aizawa moaned in your ear, feeling your walls grip and spasm around him. He knew you were close even before you did, his hips now snapping into you harshly.

"Cum for me Y/N." Aizawa nipped at your ear and starts sucking bruises into your neck. You moan and climax for the 3rd time that night.

Aizawa moaned as you tightened around him, also triggering his own climax. His hips stuttered as he shot hot ropes of cum into you. You both stayed there for a moment basking in the post orgasm afterglow.

Aizawa kissed your head and pulled out making you whine at the loss of fullness. He chuckled and pulled you close to his chest.

"You alright?" He asked rubbing your back.

"Yeah." You say sleepily. Aizawa smiled and wrapped his arms around you as you fell asleep.

#aizawa x reader #my hero acadamia #fluff and smut #aizawa x y/n #mha aizawa #fanfic #aizawa shouta #aizawa smut #boku no hero acedamia #boku no hero x reader #boku no hero smut #my hero academia smut

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maroji-draws · 1 year

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Not a fan of bnha but here are some past shitpost memes lmfao

Me (kurogiri) and my two besties lili (dabi) and holly (bakugo)

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sp1lled-lemon4de · 1 year

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Fandom: MHA ( My Hero Academia)

Characters: Tamaki amajiki x gn!reader (mostly female, if male then it's ass eating TvT)

Genre: mix?...

Tw: hints to abuse, mentions of being made fun of for choice of clothing, pet names indecisiveness on our part, mentions of light playful choking, biting , indecent language such as curse words, suggestive, mentions of wanting to commit suicide, mentions of past toxic relationships

Sorry If I missed some stuff

A/n: so was listening to High school sweethearts by Melanie Martinez and the thought of an high-school AU with us and Tamaki crossed my mind, i also want to include some of the song lyrics... and I cut the song short T-T Lyrics in pinkkk

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Can we just be honest?...These are the requirements... If you think you can be my one and only true love.

Can't we just be honest? You have had your fair share of lovers...all of them coming to an end, so from your experience you set your standards and had requirements.

So many people flocked around you, begging for a chance at dating you, while others lurked in the shadows sending gifts hoping you would notice them.

You must promise to love me... and damn it if you fuck me over I will rip your fucking face apart.

You wanted someone who truly loved you, all your faults and everything, not like those people you dated before...

They hurt you in every way possible, some even getting physically. But this time if anybody dared to hurt you. They would be the one scarred for the rest of their life.

All your struggles with the people that claimed to "love you" weren't for nothing you were done being treated like that.

Step one, you must accept I'm a little out my head...

All the stuff that happened to you, messed with your head... you didn't know what was real and what wasn't, you just had to trust...

Step two, this is a waste if you can walk me down the finish line.

You were ignored, made fun of, but Tamaki he never did... But would he be there to the end with you?...

People said he didn't fit you, you were a tall person taller than him and most of your teachers, with long legs, which sometimes got you hate but you learnt to love those legs...

But does he love them? Does Tamaki love them?...

Step 3, give me passion, don't make fun of my fashion...

Would he love you deeply?... Would he spend time comforting you in you darkest times or would he shy away and be anxious just as his class portray him?..

Would he make fun of your fashion? You have been told that you dress a bit over the top , a little too bold , too revealing.

No... he wouldn't... would he?

Step 4 , give me more , give me more...

You wanted him all to yourself, every time you guys made eye contact, you wanted more. Everytime he smiled, you wanted more, you wanted him all.

If you can't handle a heart like mine, don't waste your time with me, if your not down to bleed.

You shouted at Tamaki, tears threatened to fall from the corners of your eyes.

" why are you like this, couldn't you see they were flirting with you!?"

" I'm sorry I paid no mind to them.. I d-didn't know this is how you felt..."

"Gosh damnit, why Tamaki? Do I have to love you?"

You've been through so much pain, that you felt numb to it at a certain point, but Tamaki managed to get that feeling out of you.

" if you can't handle a heart like mine, don't waste your time with me..."

You whispered, on your knees, lips trembling, teary-eyed and with a broken heart broken heart.

He was yours, he had to be yours, you need him to be yours

But why couldn't you see? How much Tamaki loved you?

How much he hated seeing you like this? How much he wished he could kiss you, hold you , love you like no one else.

If you can't handle the choking , the biting , the loving , the smothering, till you can't handle it no more... go home...

He bent down and pressed a soft kiss on your fore head.

"Y/n I promise I love you, I can and I will take care of you , I can handle it I promise, the choking ,the biting ,the loving ,the smothering will never be too much for me I promise"

Can we just be honest , these are the requirements if you think you can be my one and only true love, you must promise to love me and damn it if you fuck me over I will rip your fucking face apart...

High school sweethearts..

Ofcourse the love and attention Tamaki got was annoying, you knew he was yours. And for once you knew this person actually loved you.

Line up, try not to waste my time.

Letters upon letters of love declarations piled up inside your locker.

"such a waste of time" you mumbled to yourself.

Not that you didn't appreciate the letters, notes, flowers, candies etc.

It's just that you were taken, and you already had all of that. You were just tired of it. Who could blame you?

High school sweethearts, shut up if your not my type.

You didn't want a jock or a fuck boy, nerds were cute but still, no lover boy or any of those boys..

Only Tamaki...

(Repeat lyrics above) And I skipped the lyrics below

Step five You can't be scared to show me off and hold my hand Step six If you can't put in work, I don't know what you think this fucking is Step seven, this one goes to eleven If you cheat, you will die, die

If you can't handle a heart like mine Don't waste your time with me If you're not down to bleed, no, oh If you can't handle the choking, the biting The loving, the smothering 'Til you can't handle it no more, no more Go home

Can we just be honest? These are the requirements If you think you can be my one and only true love You must promise to love me And damn it, if you fuck me over I will rip your fucking face apart

High school sweethearts, line up Not trying to waste my time High school sweethearts, shut up If you're not my type High school sweethearts, line up Not trying to waste my time High school sweethearts, shut up If you're not my type

Continuing:

Could you hold me through the night? Put your lips all over my mine Salty face when I start cryin' Could you be my first time? Eat me up like apple pie Make me not wanna die Love me rough and let me fly Get me up, yeah, get me high Tie me down, don't leave my side Don't be a waste of my time

You wanted all of him, you got it..

All his kisses, all of them.

Tears fell from being so loved.

"Can I?" He asks

You nod your head in response....

Legs up as Tamaki sticks his tounge in further.

It's his first time tasting you, and he is completely whipped, I mean so are you.

Finally someone loved you, and it was the person you wanted, it was Tamaki, tears kept falling not only from pleasure but from the fact that you didn't want to kill yourself anymore...

Someone truly loved you.

Tamaki pushed his tounge further, as far as it could have gone, his pace quickened when he felt you clench around him.

Your eyes rolled back from how good it felt, you mumbled incoherently, and you grabbed Tamaki's hair, yanking it.

"Mhmph, i-im close Tamaki please d-dont stop"

Your high was too much, it felt as though you were flying.

Atleast it was Tamaki who made you fly...

___________________________ An: ikikik that I cut the song, forgive me. Tbh this is the longest fiction on my blog lol. Tamaki is Bae

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guardian-boo · 2 months

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⚠️⚠️ smut ⚠️⚠️

As he grows inside you, you rock you hips back and forth and he gently thrusts beneath you. Between moans you say,

Y/n: unh! Come on baby! I know tou can do better than that.

With those words and stands up while holding you and presses your back against a wall. You wrap your lags around his waist and arms around his neck. He kisses you deeply while thrusting against you begging you against the wall.

Your moans echo around the room and he just briefly finds your sweet spot. He moves one hand from you r back to your clit and he starts to play with it gently.

Y/n: harder!

He put more pressure on your clit and moves his fingers faster and banging you harder. You decide to treat him and squeeze your pussy with him inside you.

B: (groans your name) uuunnnhhh! Hah...i didnt know you could do that ~

He goes even faster on your clit and you feel yourself boil, your back arches and you throw your had back and scream your lovers name while you finish together

#bnha #boku no academia #mha #my hero acadamia headcanons #my hero academia #my hero acadamy #mha smut #artists on tumblr #smut

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multifandomlvr · 2 years

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Star Gazing

"Kirishima… Can we go home yet? We can look at the stars from our patio…." You asked. It was no secret that you were afraid of the dark, but star gazing was one of Kirishima's many passions. You loved the twinkle in his eye he would get when he would talk about it.

So when you heard that a meteor shower was happening not too far from the apartment, you and Kirishima lived in. You jumped on board with it.

Kirishima waits on your hand and foot. Whatever you want, he will get it for you even if that means he has to cross the seven seas.

You sucked it up and did this for him. It's also no secret that you aren't very good at planning things, and you get ahead of yourself, so you didn't know where it was happening was in the middle of nowhere.

It was a field, and it seemed like it was just the two of you.

"Oh, come on, Y/N, can we stick around for a few more minutes? Then I promise you will go home and I'll give you a back rub? Sound good?" Kirishima asked you.

When he asked you, you instantly felt terrible. Kirishima was standing on top of the car, and you were on its side.

You took a deep breath and climbed on top, too, with his help.

Kirishima started to point out all the different constellations and their meanings.

It took away from your worries. Being with Kirishima made everything better.

After looking at the stars, Kirishima took a deep breath and climbed down the car, holding his hand out so you could take it and get down. You looked at him.

"W-Why don't we stay a little longer?" You asked. It wasn't fair; you were being selfish and only thinking of yourself. Being with Kirishima should make you feel safe.

He always did what you wanted no matter what you decided to do, even if it wasn't something you liked. Now you wanted to do the same for him; it was only fair.

"Are you sure about that pebble? I know you're afraid of the dark." Kirishima commented. You swallowed that lump in your throat and nodded.

"I-I'm sure." You stuttered out. Kirishima gave you a thousand-watt smile and practically jumped on top of the car; he put his arm around your shoulders and pulled you closer.

"I won't let anything happen to you. I promise." Kirishima declared and held out his pinky finger. You looked at it, smiled, and wrapped your finger around his.

Once the promise was made, you and Kirishima looked back up at the sky, and the meteor shower had started.

"Wow! Look! It's amazing!" Kirishima yelled out. His eyes were sparkling, and he took as many pictures as possible.

Kirishima pulled you up by your hand and kissed you, snapping a picture.

The two of you pulled away, and he showed you. The background was excellent, and now you were glad you pushed your fears away.

This night was beautiful, and you will surely remember it for the rest of your life.

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honeesucker · 1 year

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✧˖°. Pro Hero Dynamight + CamGirl!Reader

Content: Death of children, Bakugo emotional hour, smut, happy ending.

*Not proofread.

Bakugo comes home after one of the harder days of Pro Hero work, to find you streaming... he didn't know his routine with you would lead to a second chance.

Bakugo who comes home from another difficult day where he arrived at a scene too late - a family grieving tonight as the building collapsed atop their two smallest children lost in the chaos.

He couldn’t help the sparks that popped off in his palms, watching with wide, horrified eyes as he caught a final glimpse of one of the kids eyes before the darkness and heavy concrete fell. Trying his hardest to wrangle the family away to one of the sidekicks on scene to control civilians, Bakugo worked hard with other heroes and rescue personnel to uncover the tiny bodies.

Fuck!

He had hoped for a miracle, that there would’ve been a pocket in the rubble that the kids got trapped in, saved from the horrible end. Gotten a few scrapes and bruises, hell a broken bone would be better than the nightmare he watched pulled from the skeleton of what was once a high-rise building. He had stormed off that night, away from Kirishima and the sidekicks, away from his agency where he would’ve normally wrapped up his day. He had stripped down from his Hero costume to black sweats, a black hooded sweatshirt and a beanie to hide his signature hair, and a black facemask to add additional cover to keep him from being recognized. His body was buzzing with rage. Rage at the unfairness of a world where innocent kids die. Rage at himself for being ten seconds too late. Rage at the fucking villainous piece of trash that caused the chaos, caused the damage, that ended up taking that family’s two youngest away. Bakugo had felt the acidic bile rise in his throat, the adrenaline pumping through him suddenly snapping away to an all-consuming self-reproach.

Ding!

A familiar notification chimed on his phone. It was 8PM, and 8PM on a Friday made his pants instantly tighten as his cock tented in his sweatpants as he thought of you. You who he found by accident one day while scrolling through endless pages of porn videos, girls with obviously fake shrill screams and overexaggerated expressions that looked more pained than pleasured. It was when his mouse slipped, catching the corner of an add with an accidental click; Bakugo cursing under his breath as he waited for it to load so he could close it out when he heard you. Soft, airy panting paired with the sweetest moans he had ever heard, his cock instantly springing to life as he watched with rapt attention at the way your pussy swallowed a translucent highlighter pink dildo. He immediately went and signed up to the actual site you hosted your streams on, paid for a membership to be able to communicate with you, and curated his work schedule around your streams (as much as he could, within reason given the nature of Pro Hero work) thus beginning his relationship with your schedule, and you (in his head).

8PM on a Friday meant you were going to do a longer stream, one where you allowed donations to control your actions: how you stripped your clothing, asking you to twirl, pinch, poke or stroke all over your body, say requested things out loud, etc. Bakugo loved your Subs Control night as you called it - something he always found a lot of pleasure in when he donated to your stream and asked you to do things that, while not giving away his true identity, would only be for him in his head. The way your sweet voice called out to him with a thank you and a smile, your eyelids falling half-shut as you complied with his requests with a shy bite to your bottom lip. Gods - he wanted you so badly.

Tonight was different though, tonight Bakugo's heart was heavy and his balls, equally. He felt disgusted with himself that despite the raging emotions for the situation, and his failure, he still needed to have a release and enjoy his time with you.

"Hi guys!" Your soft voice called out happily over his computer speakers, the darkness of his room enveloping him as he lowered his sweats to his thighs to free his cock and balls, his hand lazily stroking at himself as he watched you, calming down if only a little, for now. "I know we usually do Subs Control on Fridays, but I just got over being sick and don't feel my best, but I wanted to come on and apologize to all of you face to face. I hope you'll forgive me and meet me for Sunday's stream! I'll make it up to you all, see you then!" A pastel sunset background with [STREAM ENDED] and some stars and a fuzzy yellow-white crescent moon greeted his widened eyes.

No.

No!

Bakugo knew he was being selfish but he needed this break, he needed you. He quickly shot you a $5,000.00 donation with the message: "Please come chat with me, nothing sexual since you're not feeling well... please." Bakugo didn't see your expression of shock and curiosity as you received the donation notification, expecting something small from one of your subs that was probably wishing you well, and to feel better, etc. which has happened before... what has not happened before was the notification and attached message with an amount you rarely made within a week. You swallowed hard, you were already changed into an oversized Dynamight t-shirt and cheeky undies, but your makeup was still done, and you decided to give in to the request. GEMGD420* was one of your favorite subs, someone who always sent in uniquely sexy requests, tipped you, and just interacted kindly in chat and interacted with you on Twitter. You accepted his room invitation and soon you were shown on the video screen while you were met with a dark room, and dark outline of a large, masculine form.

"Hey Gem," you shortened his username, calling him what you called him in your head when you were streaming and saw his name. Bakugo's mouth went dry seeing you wearing one of the original merch shirts he designed when he first started his agency and rose to the top of the charts.

"Hey Bun," a deep voice said back, shortening your username HunnyBunny03. You didn't expect him to sound like that but the reverberation of his voice through his mic gave you goosebumps. You did have auralism. "M'sorry for dragging you back on, but I really needed a break from my mind tonight and you usually help me with that."

"I may not be as high-energy as I am on stream," you said, feeling yourself relaxing in your chair as you smiled at the screen, even if you couldn't see him. "If you don't mind that, I'm happy to talk with you about what's weighing on your mind, if you want... or we can just ramble on about whatever else you'd like," you didn't expect to hear what sounded like heavy breathing... but not the creepy he's definitely touching himself kind but accompanied with soft sniffles like someone trying to keep from crying. "Hey, c'mon Gem tell me what's going on?" Your voice was soft, coaxing him.

"I... I work as a Pro Hero," he admitted, wondering how far he wanted to take this with his identity - he could always send you a non-disclosure agreement with a payment if he had to. "Something really awful happened today, and I couldn't stop it from happening. I failed," Bakugo choked on a sob, trying to hold himself back from fully losing it over audio where you'd hear him. "I failed."

"Hey now," your voice was soothing like a Mother would do with her child. "I don't know a lot about what all Pro Heros deal with behind the scenes, but I know you guys deal with more than any one person should shoulder... even people who go through all of the training you Pros do, you still shoulder too much. You're still only human, no matter how strong your quirk - and humans aren't infallible." You heard him let out a few soft sobs, watching the darkened outline of his body shake over camera as he said something that nearly stopped your heart.

"Kids," he struggled out between gasping breaths, trying to calm himself down again. "Two kids were crushed by a building right in front of my eyes, and I only fuckin' missed them by ten damn seconds!" You didn't know how to comfort him with this, this was something heavier than you had experience with. A thought started swirling around in your head, a thought that caused a knot of anxiety to form in the pit of your stomach as you considered your options before you broke the silence.

"How..." you took a deep breath in, steeling your nerves with your decision. "How long ago did this happen?"

"It's been..." Bakugo looked at his clock reading 8:27PM. "It's been like four or five hours, I'm sure if you turned on the news you'd see them reporting on the villain attack that happened downtown."

"Twenty-four hours," you finally said after a pause on your end. Bakugo had been watching you, noting the change in your face as he wondered if he was telling you too much, how could he ever expect you to relate to his problem and not feel bad about it? He felt so guilting but then he was confused, watching you as you continued. "My quirk limits me to twenty-four hours..." your quirk? Bakugo had never heard you talk about having a quirk on stream, and while there wasn't really a lot of chances for you to talk about something like that between when you stripped, played games or fucked yourself on your myriad of silicone toys you had also been super personable with your subs, and shared a lot about your life.

"Your quirk?" Bakugo finally says, wondering what it had to do with anything.

"I can give you another chance," you said, the finality in your voice and the hard look on your face froze Bakugo. You weren't kidding, but what the fuck did you mean?

"W-what do you mean another chance? I don't-" you cut him off.

"I can rewind time up to twenty-four hours, and I can control who is affected by it by touching them." Your whole body was tense... you've never told anyone about your quirk, not since high school where people would always use you to redo their tests, or fix a social mistake and seem cooler the second time around... petty shit that exhausted you. You weren't a person to them, you were a time-machine for people with regrets... but this... this is something you'd feel better about helping with. "If you tell me where to meet you... if you come prepared in your gear ready to go back into that fight I can rewind to a point and you can take over and redo your rescue."

Bakugo was frozen in his chair. He never expected this would be the outcome of one of the worst nights of his life. Were you fucking with him? No... he couldn't claim to know you personally, but you just didn't seem like an intentionally cruel person. He was already standing up from his chair, shouting his phone number to you and telling you to meet him in an hour at the location of where the building fell, where the kids had been only hours before. He killed his end of the chat and you were left in the aftermath, sitting in silence as you sent him a text to let him know from your location you could get there in forty minutes. You killed the chatroom and turned off your computer as you got dressed in black joggers, a black jacket over your Dynamight shirt, and a bunny-eared knit hat. Grabbing your bag and running out of your apartment to meet a stranger you hoped wasn't lying to get you alone somewhere, but you were willing to take the chance if everything turned out to be true. You could truly feel like your quirk wasn't meant for useless tasks, instead doing something that you could feel good about... something you could help Gem feel good about.

Bakugo had gotten to the location in under thirty minutes, pacing as he realized he gave a full hour and might have to continue to wait, the pit of anxiety in his stomach growing as he stood in his Hero costume, full ready to go like he was back in the fight earlier... he worried that you were just playing an elaborate prank, that you lied about what you can do and was just trying to meet him. He didn't think you knew who he was, though, and again, he didn't think you were capable of being so cruel. It was only five more minutes when a small black car pulled up, and a shadow moved out of the car and toward him. Bakugo watched as you approached him, sucking in a breath as you were still wearing the Dynamight shirt, peaking through the open part of your jacket as you stopped suddenly in front of him.

"Dynamight?" Your voice shook a little, eyes wide. Yeah, you definitely didn't know who he was when you agreed to this. "You're GEMGD420?"

Bakugo let out a sigh, dragging a hand down his face at the mention of his username, uttering an embarrassed, "yeah, s'me." He watched as you pulled the front of your jacket tighter in an attempt to hide your t-shirt but he just chuckled and you walked forward, eyes turning away from him to stare at the rubble of the building. The skeleton of the high-rise was imposing, still smoking from an earlier fire and the smell of cement dust and blood hung heavy in the air.

"I thought a lot about how to do this on the way here, and I think I have a good plan." Bakugo listened as you asked where the kids had been, you both walking toward the edge of the building where the kids had been running out at the last minute, but not fast enough. You asked Bakugo how far back he wanted to go, and he just wanted an extra five minutes to grab the kids. He wasn't in the mood to relive the whole fight - he just wanted enough time to grab them and get everyone to safety. You nodded, standing a few meters back from where Bakugo would be able to run toward the kids. "My quirk knocks me out the further back in time I go... anything over an hour will incapacitate me. I will be fine; I want you to ignore me when I collapse because you will only have that five-minute window to get them. You said no debris falls this far back so I should be good here. Are you ready?" Bakugo looked at you and nodded. Taking your hand as a white-blue light began to surround you both and he watched with wide eyes as the previous activity of the day passed by them in a lightening rewind. Your grip on his hand tightened as you kept your eyes closed, focusing on the exact time you needed to reach. Bakugo watched as the other Heros buzzed by, emergency cleanup crews, police... Bakugo watched as the moment he was waiting for approached, the building beginning to rebuild itself before his eyes. It was when he caught sight of the children running from the lobby to where they were crushed underneath the canopy of the luxury building. Bakugo's body buzzed with anxiety and anticipation, waiting to spring when he saw out of the corner of his eyes time beginning to slow down, and your body crumpling to the ground. He fought his instinct to check on you as he remembered what you told him.

Don't worry about me. You have limited time to save the kids.

Bakugo rushed forward, knowing exactly where he needed to go as the familiar pleading screams of the parents, and the sounds of eruptions and crumbling cement surrounded him and overtook his senses. He saw them as he rushed forward toward the glass doors that had been blown out earlier, scooping each small child up under his arms as he carried the crying toddlers out from under the building just before he heard the deafening crack of the foundation as the familiar sight of the building collapsing in on itself replayed in front of his eyes again... but this time he was holding two crying kids, setting them down on the ground by the parents and paramedics as he bended and fell to his knees, crying there in the middle of the madness as relief washed over him. Kirishima had caught up to Bakugo, kneeling beside him with a large hand on the blonde's shoulder as he patted him reassuringly.

"Hey, c'mon Bakugo!" Kirishima's voice was reassuring, celebratory, but also held the weight of what they had dealt with all day. "You got everyone out of the building, that last minute save you did on those kids was amazing." Bakugo just nodded, his eyes drifting over to where your body lay on the ground, covered in a thin layer of cement dust and dirt as the buildings collapse sent debris all around them. "Shit, are they hurt? Did we miss someone?" Kirishima got up, helping Bakugo up as well as they walked over to you, Bakugo kneeling forward to pick you up and take you over to an ambulance.

"They're fine," Bakugo said, "looks like they might've taken a hit from something..." he needed his friend not to pry, as he set you in the ambulance and they began to check you over for injuries. They stated they would be taking you to the main hospital. Bakugo nodded, promising you in his head he'd come see you as soon as he could. He stayed behind with Kirishima to assess the rest of the damage, and gather all of the civilians, helping to triage injuries as they evacuated the area for the cleanup crews to come in and take care of the building debris. "C'mon Red, let's go wrap up." Kirishima nodded, following behind with Bakugo as they headed back to the agency for paperwork, and to get themselves cleaned up. Bakugo was riding a high, unlike anything he had ever felt before, his body on fire with an electric buzz of adrenaline and excitement... his heart full of appreciation at what you did for those kids, for him... he had to get back to you as soon as possible.

The few hours Bakugo spent at his agency wrapping up incident paperwork, showering and making sure everything was in order for his days off felt like an eternity when he was waiting to hear back from you. He had texted your phone in reply to the one you had sent him earlier but hadn't heard anything back from you. He called the hospital and got your room number, grabbing his things and dressing down in civilian clothes as he headed out to meet you once again.

Bakugo stopped at a specialty flower shop, remembering from one of your stream Q&A's you mentioned one of your favorite flowers was an Apricot Alexis Chrysanthemum... stupidly specific but when he saw the flower, he understood... it shared the same dusty pink color some of your cozy cute outfits had in common... and when he got a bunch of them in a simple clear vase it brought a small tip-up to the corner of his lip, imagining it in the background of one of your streams... maybe he should start sending you flowers weekly, if you'd let him - would that be too much? Bakugo had a hard time rationalizing what would be too much with the combination of his feelings for you as they grew as he watched your streams for the last six months, or the absolute gift you gave him of a second chance he never imagined possible after one of his hardest days as a Pro Hero.

Flowers would be the least of what he'd want to do for you... or to you.

Bakugo arrived at the hospital within ten minutes, hurrying to the elevator and the third floor where he knew you would be. Shuffling uncomfortably as people's gazes lingered a little too long... but he was in his usual disguise of all black casual workout clothes, a hat to cover his hair and a mask to cover his face (which luckily in a hospital wasn't all that suspicious). Bakugo finally arrived to your room, number M5309, luckily a single room so he didn't have to deal with avoiding a roommate or their visitors. Bakugo stepped through the door and shut it behind him with a soft click! as he saw you, eyes shut and breathing calmly, hooked up to some i.v. fluids and a heart monitor. The soft beep, beep, beep keeping him calm as he set the flowers down near the window, half-in half-out of the sun for you to see when you open your eyes.

"Hey Gem," your voice was quiet, soft and hoarse as you cracked your eyes open to see Bakugo frozen at the foot of your bed. "Sit down, you're making me uncomfortable."

"Sorry," Bakugo muttered, opting to pull the seat from against the wall at right beside you as he rested his arms on your bed, taking your hand in his as he played with your fingers and shifted your bones around like he was making sure they were all there and connected. You let him have his strange little ritual, whatever this was. "How're you feeling?"

"M'good," you mumbled out, stretching your limbs from lack of movement except the hand Bakugo was holding. "Feel super fatigued, that was one of the longer time-jumps I've done in a while but it's not all that bad... just the longer I go back the longer I'm out for - otherwise unscathed."

"Thank you," Bakugo's usually harsh, deep baritone was a quiet reverberant that sent a multitude of tingles across your body. "Thank you for doing that, that family doesn't have to bury their children now."

"I'd be lying if I said I didn't partially just do it for you because I consider you a friend," you let out honestly, and Bakugo froze. "I've grown way too fond of you over the past year and to find out you're..."

"Fuckin' Dynamight," Bakugo finished for you.

"Yeah," you swallowed, looking straight at him. "Though I didn't decide to do it for Dynamight... I did it for Gem... and for the kids, because it seemed to be weighing heavily on you. Out of all the losses I'm sure you've had in your career, this seemed to be the hardest."

"I-I had never lost a kid before, let alone two with such a close margin... if you hadn't helped me, I'd still be living with this failure... that my best isn't good enough. My best is short by ten fuckin' seconds." Bakugo was shaking but you shifted in bed, using your other hand to pull him up out of the chair and into your arms as you enveloped him, his large body shaking with quiet sobs as he hugged you around your neck tightly. You could make out another choked thank you, but you ignored it. Just letting him get out everything he needed to get out, the wet spot on your hospital gown shoulder only growing but you held him tighter, having pulled him so hard he curled his body against yours on the bed as you happily made the room.

You never thought you'd have a chance to meet someone from your streams that you considered a friend, let alone that that friend was your favorite Pro Hero. It felt like a fever dream.

"It's okay now," you kept repeating soothing mantras to Bakugo as his breathing hiccupped, until it was a barely shaky intake of breath, and stuttering exhale... but calmer than before. "You're okay, those kids are okay, everything is okay."

"M'sorry," Bakugo said, his first instinct always being to apologize for his emotions being 'too big' as it had been said to him before. You wanted to punch whoever made him think he had to apologize for crying, even if it was himself.

"Shut up," you scolded him softly, pulling your arms around him tighter... well as around as you could since his muscled body was large enough to completely cover yours. "You're allowed to feel things and express those feelings... especially when it was something so horrible." Bakugo shifted his body until he was partially lying on his side, partially on you, resting his chin on your chest as he looked up at you like a puppy begging for snuggles. He couldn't believe he actually had a chance to meet you, his crush, and that you gave him the most amazing second chance. He watched a sudden change in your expression as you looked away from him that sent a knot of anxiety twisting in his stomach, wondering what he could've done to make you upset... he didn't expect the tear to slip from your eyes that sent him into a panicked state, his mind working overdrive to try and find a solution to fix whatever he fucked up, until you stopped him dead in his tracks.

"You remembered my favorite flowers..." you were staring at the sparkling clear vase and a bunch of your favorite flower. "I don't remember talking about them before."

"Your Q&A stream back in... June?" Bakugo mused, remembering how much fun that stream was. He had the day off and you blessed him with an 8-hour stream, raffle, and one hell of a masturbation show in celebration of you reaching 100,000 fans. "That was a hell of a lot of fun, and you mentioned your favorite flower back then. It was the question I asked." You were watching him with such an intense stare Bakugo had to look away, he didn't know what you were thinking. If you thought he was a perverted freak, a stalker, a weirdo for remembering something so stupid for four months... his incessant negative train of thought was broken by you pulling him up by his jacket as you kissed him. Sweet and soft, but with such an underlying intensity it took his breath away. He stayed still, trying not to scare you off but as he heard a soft hum leave your throat, he couldn't help but need your lips with eagerness matching the sun. He cupped your face and pulled you to him, you both laughing a little at your teeth knocked together in the heat of the moment.

"Thank you," you pressed your forehead against his, both of you catching your breath from the fervor of the kiss. "They're beautiful, and you remembering my favorite flower is the nicest thing anyone has ever done for me." The look Bakugo gave you made you shrug with a sheepish look on your face. "There's a reason I'm a streamer and not out going on vacations with my boyfriend... I have a habit of dating shitheads."

"How about I change that?" Bakugo said it so instantly it even shocked him. Your mouth was open in a small 'o' as you blinked up at him.

"W-what?" Your mind was racing a mile a minute as your heartbeat fluttered in your chest like a trapped hummingbird.

"Sorry, I just meant," the blush that took over Bakugo's cheeks up to the tips of his ears as he stuttered over his words made your heart flutter. "I know it's weird, that I'm just some pervert that watches your streams, you don't even know m-" you cut him off with another heated kiss.

"Shut up," you said again. Bakugo's mind buzzing with the fact that no one has ever told him to shut up before, and you've done it twice now. "I think I'd like to get to know you..." you pulled him back in for a quick kiss, punctuating your words each time with a soft peck. "My friendly," kiss, "perverted," kiss, "weirdo internet stalker," kiss.

"You really mean that?" Bakugo whispered, looking up at you. "You'd want to get to know... me?"

"Yeah, is that so hard to believe?" You asked, giving him your best fake offended face. "I know there are a lot of stigmas around sex work, and cam girls, but I thought the almighty Dynamight wouldn't be such a prude-" you were silenced with a kiss.

"Shut up," he grumbled at you, pulling you close to him as he closed his eyes to take in the moment while you tried your hardest to kill the increasing beep! of the heart monitor you were connected to, telling all of your secrets.

"Are you sure you're ready for this?" Bakugo's voice was almost a deep purr, the reverberating depth sending a shockwave straight to your pussy.

"You literally tipped on the stream I fucked myself with the Pro Hero dildo line, Katsuki," you rolled your eyes as you sucked in a breath, Bakugo running the thick, spongy head of his cock along your slick pussy, taking extra care to occasionally slap the weight against your clit. "I've basically fucked you already." At that statement Bakugo barked out a condescending laugh.

"That was a poorly modeled assumption of what they thought my cock looked like," Bakugo murmured, stopping his movements to let the heavy weight of his cock slap against his thigh with an audible sound. You gulped, looking at the monster he was going to be stuffing into you. "Does this look like your dildo even came close?" His smirk told you he already knew the answer: fuck no.

"N-no..." you breathed out, watching with wide eyes and a watering mouth as Bakugo leaned over you, one of his hands guiding himself to your waiting hole as he pressed forward into you. The stretch that came with just his cockhead had you squirming and whimpering underneath him. "F-fuck, Katuski! S'too much, too big! F-fuck!" Bakugo was living his fucking dream of having you writhing beneath him, of the way he knew your pussy would clench around him tightly as he bullied his cock into you. It had been a month of dating before you both caved into your desires, after one particularly good arcade date and a steamy make out session in a photobooth, you couldn't wait any longer - you couldn't keep going back up to your apartment alone to fingerfuck yourself to frustrated completion knowing your hands, your toys, couldn't come close to how you knew Bakugo would make you feel. Your imagination didn't even come close to the jarringly full sensation that left you panting as Bakugo bottomed out in your pussy, pressing painfully against your cervix as it gave away to an itching pleasure you couldn't quite describe.

"Gahhh-!" The deep grunt that came out of Bakugo as he felt your pussy clench around his girth was almost too much. He wouldn't last long with you feeling this good. "Fuck baby, s'too good... pussy feels too good around me, clenching like a little slut for me." Bakugo pulled back his hips, snapping them forward as the force shifted you on the bed, little wanton cries leaving your lips as he picked up his pace, and continued his assault. You'd never felt so much pleasure in your life and Bakugo had you seeing stars five thrusts in. "I don't think I'm gonna last long in this perfect little pussy, baby, feels like fuckin' heaven." Bakugo lifted your hips, large hands gripping the plush flesh of your hips as his cock began to drag across your sweet spot, a wet squelching sound filling the room as your body responded to his movements. Bakugo damn near fainted when he saw a mix of your juices and his pre-cum mixing in a creamy white ring at his base, he wanted to fucking taste it, taste what you both made together.

"K-Katsuki, gonna c-cum!" You had never reached a climax so soon without using a high-speed vibe on your clit, but here you were melting under someone's touch in as little as ten minutes.

"Yeah baby? Gonna cum on this cock, hm? Cum for me then, show me how good I'm making you feel," you damn near screamed with the power of your release as your pussy clamped down and milked Bakugo for all he had. You cumming sending Bakugo into his own release as his hips stuttered in their powerful movement, fucking you through the seemingly endless muscle contractions as you shook and shuddered beneath him, tears springing to your eyes and spilling down your cheeks as you looked up at the sweat-covered wet dream that was your new boyfriend. "Fuck, c'mon baby, gonna fill up your pussy, yeah? Gonna give you everything!" Katsuki nearly blacked out with how your pussy milked him, your body convulsing with sensitivity as he pushed forward, his balls hitting your ass as he flooded your pussy with ropes of hot, white cum. You had never felt so full in your life, between the sheer size of him and the size of his load you could swear you felt and tasted him in your throat.

Bakugo slipped his softening cock from you with a slow drag, your breath stuttering as he left your warm depths. He dropped forward onto the bed, moving onto his side as he pulled you into him, stroking your hair and kissing your temple as your body buzzed and tingled still. Your legs tangled together as you snaked your arms around his neck, pulling him down for a soft kiss before looking up at him through wet lashes.

"Wow," you breathed, a mischievous look in your eyes. "If that's how good sex with one of my subs is, I should start raffling off-" Bakugo cut off your joke with a harsh growl and a hungry kiss as he claimed you, holding onto your cheeks as he squished your face in-between his pointer finger and thumb.

"Ha. Ha." Bakugo looked at you with a seriousness that let you know he knew it was a joke, but his answer wasn't. "If anyone but me ever touches this pussy I'll kill 'em."

"Love you, Katsuki," you murmured, kissing away his frown as he pulled you closer into him, nearly wanting to crawl into your skin to feel closer to you.

"Love you too, jerk," Bakugo mumbled, his heart full of love for you but his mind thinking of ways to murder an invisible threat as he marinated in the aftermath of your joke. "You weren't really going to-?"

"No, asshole!" You hit him on his chest, laughing as you pinched his nipple. Taking the moment, he made a yelping noise to give him another kiss. "Just you, only you." You reassured him, knowing this joke would get you bent over his knees later, but you didn't mind that punishment as you fell asleep together in a mix of sweat, cum and soft kisses.

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DAY 22: PUTTING ON A SHOW | VOYEURISM

you've been treating denki so well lately whether its buying all the luxury items he wants or taking him out to all the fancy restaurants around. so he thinks it's time for him to repay you back and what's better than having him put on a show for you wearing some sexy lingerie?

⋆ ࣪. ❤︎ PAIRING ⸻ denki kaminari x reader

⋆ ࣪. ❤︎ WARNINGS ⸻ dom!reader, voyeurism, sugar baby x sugar mommy relationship, masturbating, begging, praise, slight degradation, feminization, vibrators (character receiving), ooc kaminari kinda, pet names

⋆ ࣪. ❤︎ WORDS ⸻ 1.3k words

KINKTOBER EVENT

"Baby, what are you doing? Can I open my eyes now?"

You hear some shuffling around you and a thump, causing you laugh a little.

"n-not yet, [name]! just wait a little more..." Minutes pass as you sit on your chair, contemplating whether or not to take a peek at what he's doing. About fifteen minutes before he told you to close your eyes and that he had a surprise for you but what surprise needed him to be scurrying around the room the whole time? You sigh as you wonder what it could be.

Before you could open your eyes yourself, his voice rings in the room. "You can open your eyes now, [name]." He says, sounding out of breath.

And so when you open your eyes, they immediately widen at the sight of kaminari sitting on both of you's shared bed and you notice the 'surprise' right away. Instead of his usual clothes on, a beautiful shade of red lingerie that compliments him so well adores his body, making your heart race at the sight. The lingerie barely covers his body, the top only covering his upper chest and the undergarment only covering his crotch. It's so revealing.

The material is so thin that you could see his stiffened nipples through it and although kaminari's hands is covering his dick, you still notice the bulge there. He must've ordered a size too small too as it looks like his chest could burst out of the bra at any moment. He notices you ogling his body and he blushes.

"kaminari? what's this for?" You don't remember buying him this outfit. You didn't even think he would be into this stuff at all. But you're not complaining, of course. Why would you be when he looks this good?

He nervously avoids your eye contact. "A s-surprise for you. Cause you've been treating me so good, you know." He mumbles the last part but you still hear it, making your heart swell at his cuteness. Though it's true that you've been spoiling him a lot lately with nice items and fancy restaurants, you haven't really been expecting something like this from him. His head suddenly turns to you, worry in his eyes and a pout on his lips. "Do you not like it? I-I can return it if you want and-"

"Of course not, baby. If anything, I love how it looks on you." You shake your head at him. You make your way towards him, making him turn a even darker shade of red that almost matches his pretty lingerie. Heat radiates off his body when your hand trails up from his waist and to his chest with a grin on your face. Your rather cold hands on his hot body makes him shiver. "And I can't wait to see what you look like at the end when I'm done with you."

His breath hitches in his throat and he stares at you with excitement and lust in his eyes. But almost like he suddenly remembers his other part of the surprise and gently pushes your hand away with a small whine.

"I wanna put a show on for you though." You furrow your eyebrows in confusion. "A show?"

He hesitantly nods. "Please? Just s-sit down and watch me." You giggle at his need to ask you. "Of course, darling." Sitting on a chair in front of him, you make yourself comfortable as kaminari shifts around in his spot.

You think it's amusing to see how his now nervous manners differ from his normal personality. It's almost like a switch got flipped in him that turned him into such a blushing mess when he's usually so confident and loud around you and others.

With your entire attention on him, kaminari feels even more nervous than before. His surprise for you has been plaguing his mind for weeks now and he could die from embarrassment if he messes up now.

He can feel your eyes on his hands as he slowly takes his dick out of the confinement of the thin material, leaving a small wet patch on it. His dick is already hard and red with some pre cum at the tip and you're quick to tease him about it.

"Already hard?" You coo at him, making him let out a whine at your teasing. Your words go straight to his dick, making them twitch in his hands.

You feel your heart race when he begins to play with his own dick, breathy moans and whines leaving his mouth and filling the room, making your stomach burn with desire. You watch as his face burns red as he speeds up his movements.

While you wish to go over there and ruin him yourself and make him cry, you hold yourself back, wanting to watch as he touches himself for you instead. He looks at you at the corner of his eyes, wanting your approval.

And you notice it too and how his eyes beg for you to praise him for how well he's doing for you. He's always been a sucker for praise anyways.

"You're so pretty, aren't you kaminari? Touching yourself so well for me too." He lets out a whimper, both at your praise and how his thumb runs over the tip of his dick. His pre cum runs down his hand and the wet sounds of his hand on his dick increases in volume.

"Only I can see how pretty you are in this, right? I'm not even touching you myself and you're falling apart just from your hand. Such a pretty whore for me." He gasps when your praise and degradation sends shocks to his body.

You can't help it when you grab your phone nearby and snap a few pictures of him, making sure to not leave out his thrown back head and his hard dick in it. How could you resist when he just looks so good in the lingerie?

"Tell me when you're close, alright?" He nods but you're not sure if he even heard it properly. Not when it looks like he's already lost himself to the pleasure with his eyes almost rolled back all the way and his legs spread out as apart as they could be, giving you a perfect view of his dick.

It's not long till he mumbles out a 'i'm close.' A little teasing never hurts anyone, you think.

"Do you think you deserve to cum, hm?" Kaminari cries out. "Please? I've been g-good ah! Can I c-cum please?"

A smile makes its way onto your face. "Well you are putting on a adorable show for me so I guess I'll allow you to cum, okay?" He nods and thanks you over and over again, letting out a groan when his orgasm hits him hard. He makes a mess over himself, staining the covers underneath him along with his body and you watch in awe as his eyes roll back. The lingerie gets stained but you both don't care at the moment.

As he's still recovering from his release with ragged breaths escaping him, you make your way towards him and grab his half hard dick into your hand. Kaminari lets out a gasp that turns into a whine when you run your hand against his sensitive dick.

"W-Wait [name]! I'm s-still sensitive o-oh god-" The glint in your eyes makes him whimper. Your hand begins to lazily pump his dick and he swears that he's about to cum again.

"Don't think you're done yet, kaminari. I didn't get a chance to play with you yet and why would I miss this chance?" He shivers at the way you're staring him down. It's safe to say that you really like his surprise.

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