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aheckinmess · 3 months

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Below Ground Zero [Deku] (Angst)

(One-shot 4/? in a collection of My Hero Academia one-shots posted regularly on Saturdays.)

Read on AO3.

Tags: Deku x OC, Izuku Midoriya, Deku, UA High School, Rescue Training Gone Wrong, MHA one-shots, fanfiction, My Hero Academia, Deku is a Bean, Angst

Word Count: 1,425 words

Summary: During a training exercise at UA, Tigress rushes to save her friends and finds herself trapped under a building. As time passes and she cries for help, will it prove to be Class 1-A's greatest rescue or a detrimental failure?

Author's Note: This one-shot isn't a part of a series, so if you're ever looking to see what character I'm writing for, I'll give a character name and whether it's angst, fluff, or smut in the title. Enjoy!

Ichijiku (Tigress)

"We need to get inside and make sure we find the survivor. That's our priority!" Ashido clenches her fist with determination. "Now, let's hurry! Time is of the essence!"

"Right!" Everyone follows her lead, even though I'm wary and feel a chill down the back of my neck. Didn't Mr. Aizawa say the building was burnt? I wonder if we should check it out to make sure it's stable... But since everyone seems confident, I hold my tongue.

We're already on the ground floor of the building by the time I realize I should have spoken up. I feel a light rumble beneath my feet and dart after my friends, trying to warn them like I should have done to begin with. "Wait, guys! If the building was burnt, it may still be unstable–" No sooner have I said it that the ground gives way beneath me and Toru. I shove her ahead to keep her from falling down with me.

"Tigress!" Their voices follow me as darkness swallows me.

Something cracks against the back of my head and my vision blurs. Sharp pain stabs through my calf as I hit the ground so hard I dry heave in the dirt. For the next few moments - is it five minutes or fifty? - I fight with consciousness. My body from the belly down feels completely immobile, pinned from the rubble.

When my brain finally refocuses, I find enough energy in me to call out instinctively for my boyfriend. "DEKU!"

My default emotion results in tears steaking down my cheeks as I try to analyze my situation. What would Mr. Aizawa do? He's always so logical. See how freely you can move, Little Cub. I grip at the dirt with the claws in my suit, trying to forcefully pull myself out.

A shriek tears through my lungs as my leg throbs from the movement. Dammit...I can't move my legs. Shit. I'm stuck here. I can't free myself. Sometimes, you have to wait for others to help you. That's only fitting for something as worthless as you. A pathetic failure. Failure and guilt crash around in my head, threatening to break my body more than the building on my back. Mr. Aizawa is going to be so disappointed. I haven't even managed to get through the first quarter of the exercise. And then Dad... A sob rushes out of me as I try to think of something...anything I can do. I can't let him down.

So much for being a hero, huh? You were in the building for all of thirty seconds before it fell on you. Mr. Aizawa is going to expel you when you get out of here...if your own stupidity doesn't kill you first. No wonder your father gave Deku his quirk and not you. My fingers dig into the dirt painfully again, trying to distract from the emotional pain of my doubt, and the physical pain in my legs. There has to be something I can do. Call for help. No one is going to be mad at you. You saved Toru from the same fate.

"DEKU! FROPPY! URAVITY!" I choke out, using the amplifier in my suit to my advantage. "PINKY! INVISIBLE GIRL!" I shove the butt of my palm into my eyes to try and stop the flow of tears. Worthless. Failure. The sound of my doubt is abruptly cut off by the vivid sound of a tiger roaring in my mind.

I keep screaming and calling for help until my voice is tired and I feel my energy waning. What if they've forgotten me? What if they just left me here? I start to worry, calling out every one of my classmate's names at least once.

I'm starting to wonder if I'll die when the sound of footsteps reaches my ears. My breathing is shaky as I look up, and I'm sure my face is a sight, marred by panic, guilt, and blood.

Deku's face isn't smug or disappointed or annoyed like I'd convinced myself it would be. It pulls more tears from my eyes to match his glistening ones as he slides to his knees in front of me.

"TIGRESS!" He exclaims as he assesses the damage. He takes my hand. "The damage looked pretty bad here. Pinky and Invisible Girl said this was the area you'd fallen down. I was hoping this wouldn't be where I found you but–" He looks up at the debris shifting minutely above me, and his eyes widen, but his brows furrow as he takes a determined stance. "I'm going to get you out of here, honeydoodle. I promise. You're going to be okay!" He gives me a smile, and it both mends and breaks me.

He knows how to keep smiling. Why don't you?

"I'm sorry." I choke out. "I'm not...I wasn't...good enough..." I exhale, gritting my teeth. "I'm a monster."

"No, you're not. Don't say that. Invisible Girl said you saved her. I'm proud of you." Deku pats the top of my hair before he calls down the hall of the dilapidated building. "GUYS! SHE'S DOWN HERE!"

More footsteps start approaching. Iida and Tsu are the first ones that come into view, followed by Todoroki, Ojiro, and Ochaco.

I watch them jog closer until there's more movement from the debris above me and I shriek as my vision goes dark again.

"WATCH OUT!" I hear Deku cry and then everything is silent.

Now everything is pinned. There's no way I'm moving.

"DEKU!" I cry through the dusty darkness, coughing out the dirt trying to invade my lungs. "Is everyone okay?!" Please don't tell me others got hurt on my account.

"Tigress! Thank god you're still alive...we're all okay! Todoroki's ice kept the building from falling further. Can you move at all?" He calls.

"No, I can't move anything now, it has me pinned!" And indeed, even as I say this I try. I can't even turn my head; fallen debris renders it stationary.

I close my eyes and try to focus solely on their voices despite a throbbing headache. I listen as they come up with a plan. Iida is to be ready to run and grab me just in case. Ojiro and Ochaco are going to help move debris while Todoroki uses his ice to stabilize it.

The building crushing down on me has me fighting consciousness. One moment, I hear them talking. The next, I can hear the dirt above me starting to shift and settle. The next time I'm awake, I'm already on a stretcher made by Momo.

"S'Invisible Girl okay...?" I grunt out. It doesn't occur to me until I focus on a pounding in the back of my head that my deteriorating status is due to blood loss.

"I'm okay, Tigress." She promises, squeezing my hand.

I blink and then I'm pulled into a warm embrace. I think it's Deku at first, or my dad. But when he speaks, my chest aches as I find it's someone who's hug means that much more.

"You're going to be okay." Mr. Aizawa tells me, squeezing me. I sniffle and let my head rest on his shoulder for a minute. He reads my mind because as he pulls back and catches my expression he meets it with a stern look. "Don't you dare start apologizing. Just let them take you to Recovery Girl."

I'm too tired to fight it, but I have enough energy to huff at him.

The next in line, not surprisingly, is my dad.

"Ichijiku!" He darts over to my side; even he's not wearing his signature hero smile at first, but he grits his teeth and forces it there in the next moment. "You're okay." He exhales his relief. "Recovery Girl's going to fix you up, okay? I'll be right by your side the whole time."

I reach my hand weakly to pat his, again wanting to apologize but not having the energy. The world starts shifting in focus again.

"Can I go with her, Mr. Aizawa?" I hear Deku's voice in the distance and start glancing around for him.

Soon enough, he's jogging by my stretcher. "Ichan, it's okay. I'll come check on you in a little bit, but I have to finish the training...I'll be with you as soon as I can, okay?" Deku's hero smile is gone and fresh tears paddle down his face. He grips my hand tightly and squeezes before giving it a kiss. "We love you."

I love you too. I think, finally feeling content enough to fall asleep.

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stitched-mouth · 9 months

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My Hero Academia Students Masterlist

Notes: Anyone you see missing here are characters I do not write for, or might be on another MHA masterlist. They are all here. I don’t write smut or anything nsfw for underage characters and I don’t ‘age them up’ just to sexualise them. So only nsfw for Tamaki and Oboro.

Codes

🦋 = Headcannons

💄 = Fem Reader

☘️ = GN Reader

🌷 = Fic

🖤 = Angst

🏳️‍🌈 = Gay

✨= Fluff

🌚 = NSFW

Izuku Midoriya /Deku

To Be Continued…

Katsuki Bakugo / Ground Zero

To Be Continued…

Eijirou Kirishima / Red Riot

To Be Continued…

Hanta Sero / Cellophane

To Be Continued…

Tsu Asui / Froppy

To Be Continued…

Mina Ashido / Pinky

To Be Continued…

Ochako Uraraka

To Be Continued…

Tetsutetsu Tetsutetsu

To Be Continued…

Hitoshi Shinso

Hitoshi Shinso’s Firsts 🦋💄✨

Tamaki Amajiki / Suneater

To Be Continued…

Oboro Shirakumo / Loud Cloud

To Be Continued…

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supermarine-silvally · 7 months

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20 questions for fic writers

Thanks for the tag @chameliyun!

How many works do you have on ao3?

Eight I think! Mostly longform which is why the number is so low lol

2. What's your total ao3 word count?

503,612

3. What fandoms do you write for?

Currently I'll write for Death Note, My Hero Academia, Hunter x Hunter, Demon Slayer, One Piece, Soul Eater, Mass Effect, Dragon Age, and Doctor Who. I have VLD fic up on my ao3 but I don't write for that fandom anymore lol

4. What are your top five fics by kudos?

Starbound (VLD, 294), Ground Zero (MHA, 223), Far Longer Than Forever (VLD, 76), Tales From Wammy's House (DN, 62), and The Ghosts Within Us (HxH, 57)

5. Do you respond to comments?

I'm usually super late to respond lol but yeah I try to get to all of them! I love interacting with people and I treasure all the feedback I get!

6. What is the fic you wrote with the angstiest ending?

All my ao3 fics (excluding Tales From Wammy's House, which is a collection of short stories I wrote as part of a fandom event) are unfinished, but I know which one is gonna have the angstiest ending... no spoilers though!

7. What is the fic you wrote with the happiest ending?

Again, they're all basically unfinished so no spoilers!

8. Do you get hate on fics?

Haven't so far so hopefully I never will lol

9. Do you write smut? If so, what kind?

I am physically incapable of writing smut. I know some ace people write it no problem, but... I am not one of those people lol

10. Do you write crossovers? What's the craziest one you've written?

I'm open to crossovers but I can't recall any that I've actually written. Usually I prefer to do them in the same sort of genre (for instance, a MHA/Marvel crossover or Pirates of the Caribbean/One Piece kind of thing where there's a sort of plausibility in setting)

11. Have you ever had a fic stolen?

If I have, I don't know about it. Not sure why anyone would bother though lol

12. What's the longest you've spent working on one fic? And the shortest?

Longest: I've been working on A Shot in the Dark since 2020 though I don't update it much anymore. But I don't want to abandon it at this time so I'll count it as ongoing.

Shortest: Tales From Wammy's House since it was for a week-long challenge lol

13. Have you ever co-written a fic before?

Yes! Second Chances is co-written with the amazing @til-the-static-comes :)

14. What's your all-time favorite ship?

I'm a big canon/OC shipper so I'm really attached to my canon/OC (and OC / OC) pairings moreso than most canon/canon, buuuut my favourite all-time canon/canon ship is still the Doctor/Rose Tyler; you can pry them from my cold dead hands. Killugon (Gon Freecss/Killua Zoldyck from HxH) is a close second.

15. What's a WIP you want to finish but doubt you ever will?

A Shot in the Dark is already so bloody long and I'm still a ways away from finishing it, but I'm gonna try, I promise.

16. What are your writing strengths?

Dialogue, I think. And I'm pretty good at character-centric stories.

17. What are your writing weaknesses?

I'm not great at poetic, descriptive writing since I'm usually more interested in what characters are thinking/feeling rather than their external traits/environment. That might be more of a style thing though. I do have a bad habit of making characters monologue for a little too long sometimes, and relying too much on internal monologues too.

18. Thoughts on writing dialogue in another language for a fic?

Oooh okay so I actually have so many thoughts about this!! I think it's a really effective tool if done properly-- I frequently use languages other than English in my writing since a lot of my characters tend to be bilingual. For me, it's really important to use it in the right moments that make sense within the narrative, and keep a logical kind of consistency to that rule. In my own writing -- I'll use my MHA fic Ground Zero as an example since I do it a lot there -- I like utilizing other languages in moments that reveal something about the character (Kova's foreignness/identity as a biracial/cultural Japanese-Ukrainian teenager is a major theme of her character and of the story) or when it creates moments in which a character's dialogue is supposed to be impenetrable to other characters in that scene AND THEREFORE to the reader as well-- but I DON'T use it (even though the character would technically be speaking another language in that scene) when I WANT the reader to understand what's being said. In Ground Zero, when Kova is having a phone conversation with her Ukrainian father, she's obviously speaking Ukrainian to him, but I don't write the conversation in Ukrainian because I want the audience to understand the dialogue-- and because that would be really, really annoying for a reader to have to wade their way through, assuming most of my readers are not fluent in Ukrainian (and neither am I, for the record-- I know a bit, but not enough that I don't have to check with external resources created by native speakers). But in contrast, when Kova is with her Japanese friends, if I drop a Ukrainian word/phrase into the conversation, the reader is getting the experience of the friends, and both the characters and the reader are meant to share in that confusion until Kova translates it. (Example: Bakugou is not meant to know that Kova has been calling him a dickhead (khuylo), but the WAY she says it is meant to convey that she's being derogatory so he's somewhat aware he's being insulted without me having to put a translator's note right after). I do translate and put the Latin lettering (as opposed to the Cyrillic) in the notes section at the bottom of each chapter, though.

19. First fandom you wrote for?

Ever? Pokemon. On ao3, VLD.

20. Favorite fic you've written?

I'm so close to finishing Ground Zero and it has such a special place in my heart so I'll pick that one :)

no pressure tagging: @shrinkthisviolet, @deathbecomesnerds, @chickensarentcheap, @antivanruffles, @til-the-static-comes, and anyone else who sees this and wants to!

#tag game

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frustratedpotatowriter · 4 years

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MASTERLIST

I'm just gonna put this here. I don't have a lot of stories posted but it's still better to have an organized list, right? :3

Lovelots! Take care! 💕💕

P.S I do not own BNHA / soul eater or any anime/character I write about.

PLEASE DO NOT PLAGIARIZE!

BNHA/MHA fanfictions

“Katsuki Bakugou - Ground zero”

Explosive warmth part one - nsfw

Explosive warmth part two - nsfw

Submit to me

REBOUND?!?!!?!?

Omegaverse AU 1

“Shoto Todoroki”

Romance 101 part one

Romance 101 part two

I want you by my side part one

I want you by my side part two - nsfw

“Shota Aizawa - Eraserhead”

Strangers - nsfw

Soul eater Fanfiction

“Stein”

Madman - nsfw

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trashytoastboi · 3 years

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Hi beautiful

Congratulations

You really are amazing talented writer

I hope your blog grows even bigger in the future

I would love to request something because i really like your event so much

My hero academia scenario

Bakugo { grow up version like he is 20 something year old }

10. Impregnation/Breeding (NSFW)

{ he loves his omega wife and really wants kids with her }

Have a wonderful day/night beautiful

Thank you so much

Hiya!🍀 thank you so much for saying so 🥺🙈 I'm glad you like the event and of course! Hope you enjoy~

(Female Pronouns)

1000 Followers Event!

NSFW Scenario: ABO AU! Alpha! Bakugo x Omega! Wife - #10. Impregnation/Breeding

Warning: NSFW (Oral, Riding, Missionary, ABO/Omegaverse Dynamics, Breeding)

Word Count: 2, 708 words

💥Bakugo Katsuki💥

Bakugo slinks into the passenger seat, getting a lift with Kirishima wasn't the worst thing and it was better than the train especially when he feels absolutely exhausted. Kirishima continued talking about his day, though Bakugo was unable to pay attention he closed his eyes and thought about the day. It wasn't the worst day, but it was busy, tons of petty crimes that he needed to attend to. The biggest thing was a minor collapse of a bridge, the use of the word minor was because it was in a quiet part of town, over a road no one uses and no one was on the bridge. A few bystanders got caught up in the mess, escaping with nothing worse than bruises, there was a child who had gotten lost and Bakugo was tasked with taking him back to his parents. At first he groaned and complained, saying mediocre tasks were a nuisance, though he put on his usual cool demeanour and went about finding his parents. It was a little touching to see the way the parents were so relieved over finding their son, it only served to stoke the thought that had been sitting in Bakugo's mind about the prospect of future plans.

“Bakugo...Bakugo” Kirishima was calling him, snapping him out of his thoughts as he looked at the red head. Grumbling a little apology and thanking him for the ride, wishing him a safe journey rest of the way as he made his way to the front door.

The moment he walks in, the exhaustion washes over him. He barely takes off the basics of his hero costume, the gauntlets, gloves, his belt. Besides that it seems almost too much effort, it truly was the bare minimum, sluggishly he walks in and spots {Name} laying on the bed, just scrolling through her phone. Lowering it the moment she hears him come in, Bakugo doesn't wait a moment before slipping into bed alongside her, just burying his face into the pillows and sighing deeply. {Name} snuggles into him, giving him a light peck "You look battered" and seeing him nod "I feel battered" Bakugo retorts, {Name} looks over and can definitely see him practically screaming exhaustion. "At least get out of your costume" {Name} attempts to encourage him, wanting him to be a little more comfortable, though earning a grunt in response as he retreats further into the pillow. "Here, sit up" {Name} gestures for him, Bakugo reluctantly sits up, feeling her hands on his body felt really nice, and calming. She helps take off his top, the rest of his guards and various straps, helping him along as she takes everything and throws it to the floor. Standing up and retrieving a pair of sweatpants, playfully throwing it at his face. The moment the pants fall to his lap she is chuckling at his annoyed expression and watching the sweatpants going completely ignored. She ambles back to the bed, catching a glimpse of the fresh bruises on his body. {Name} runs her hand gently over them, worry in her eyes as she scans over all the other scars he has picked up after years of hero work. Bakugo falls back to the bed, as {Name} shuffles closer and leans down to rest on his chest. Bakugo smiles, leaning down to kiss her, pulling her a little closer as his kiss lingers a little longer, its soft and sweet, conveying all his passions. "Katsuki what's gotten int-" her words are cut off by more kisses, she hums and smiles. It falls quiet, as the two simply lay together just relaxing and enjoying each others presence, the moment of reprieve helps with recovery from the day. Bakugo breaks the silence, bringing up some general conversation though it seems to tiptoe around what he truly wants to say until his conversation was withheld and the slowly drawn question arose "Have you..."

The hesitation in his voice earned a glance from {Name}, leisurely resting her chin against his cheat as she looks up at him and awaiting the rest of his sentence. "Have you ever thought about starting a family?" Bakugo inquires, keeping his head turned and gaze averted, due to his bashfulness on the topic. {Name} finds the way his ears and cheeks twinge with a red hue to be quite adorable. "Everytime I go into heat"{Name} jests, though not entirely untrue. "I'm being serious" Bakugo muttered, now directly looking at her "Y-you mean you've been thinking about it?" {Name} stutters out, a little shocked at the discovery "For a while now."

{Name} blushes at his words "I have been thinking about it, I just thought that you weren't all that interested in having any kids of our own..." her words are bashful and hesitant, Bakugo's hand runs along her back "I never expected to get married either" Bakugo replies, {Name} smiles "I guess that's true." He pulls her up and kisses her sweetly "I propose we make a brat of our own" Bakugo grins, pinning her underneath him suddenly "Right now?" {Name} murmurs taken aback by the sudden shift in the situation and Bakugo's actions. "You don't want to?" Bakugo asks, ceasing all his advances watching a sly smile spread across her lips "Hmmm, why don't you convince me Katsuki?~" {Name} giggles, playing coy which only served to entertain him all the more. Bakugo slips his hand under the material of her shirt, tenderly rubbing her hip with his thumb and offering no further progression. He leans down to rest his forehead against hers, eyes searching {Name's} for the unspoken words between them "You know I love you, right?" He whispers softly "I know Katsuki" {Name} rests her hand against his face offering gentle words of her own "I love you too" Bakugo gently captures her lips, patience has never been his virtue but right now he seemed to be the most patient, savoring her kiss. Nuzzling into her, and just feeling her beneath him, he truly felt like the luckiest man alive to have her. {Name} brings her hands to rest atop his shoulders, guiding him into another kiss and flashes a reassuring smile. Bakugo's hands make quick work of her clothing, hastened in need and trying to take them off as soon as possible. Every inch of newly uncovered skin is met with loving kisses and appreciation, tender affections and little endearments that make it feel so loving “Look at you, you're being so sweet” {Name} chuckles, a soft growl rumbles in his chest before Bakugo looks at her and bites her neck "I could be rough if that's what you wanted" he whispered in a low drawl, dragging his tongue along the irritated flesh, "However you want me, I'm yours" {Name} responds, a little ring in her voice that is all too alluring to Bakugo.

His hand eagerly and impatiently roams her skin, taking off her pants and seeing {Name} almost bare in front of him, it was enough to make him lick his lips. Leaning down, Bakugo places hungry, open mouthed kisses on her chest, trailing down her stomach nipping at her hip, leaving little marks as evidence of his ownership, the sheer predatory gaze he gave her each time {Name} would meet his eyes was sending shivers up her spine. Making anticipation build, impatience in tandem as she awaits and being caught off guard as his nails lightly rake down her side, enough to elicit a few cute moans and goosebumps on her skin.

His fingers rake down till they hook in her underwear and pull them down. Bakugo smiles seeing her so needy and ready for him. Bakugo stands up to shed off the remainder of his clothing, the sudden burst of energy seemingly reserved just for {Name} as he shows evidence of exhaustion in every one of his movements. {Name} follows him, lightly grazing her hand down his back, a small preface to the kisses she lays, tracing her fingertips along his shoulders, wandering down as they slip into the waistband of his underwear. He inhales a deep breath as her fingers leave. She guides him down to the bed, watching him sit slowly and with a smile as her fingers hook into his underwear again to finish the job she started. {Name} settles in front of him, her hands rubbing his legs, and up to his thighs, a manner of trying to encourage him to relax a little and let go of some of the tension. Bakugo smirks at seeing her looking up at him so sweetly "Such innocent eyes, especially when we both know just what you're about to do with that pretty mouth of yours?" Bakugo teases, tracing her lips with his thumb as she takes it into her mouth, a lewd expression on her face as it falls from her mouth "I've always been one for acts of service, haven't I? Especially for my alpha~" {Name} purrs out in a sultry manner, watching as Bakugo's eyes turn a little darker and lustful "Don't go riling me too much 'mega, I can't hold back."

{Name} nuzzles into him softly and affectionately. Despite the circumstance it was an innocent gesture of affection before placing little butterfly kisses along his thigh, trailing and leading closer to where he wanted her. {Name} looked up at him, Bakugo waited silently with hungry eyes simply wanting more but remained patient as much as his restraint would allow, {Name} gave a tentative touch, little teasing kitten licks to his aching cock, listening to that low groan of approval, and slowly taking him into her mouth, before he can fully relish in the feeling she pulls him out with a slight pop. Smiling and licking her lips, listening to him groan both out of pleasure and frustration as she took him slowly again, the glacial pace proving challenging to Bakugo. His hand makes it's way to her head, threading into her hair and guiding her back, {Name} happily compliant as she takes him into her mouth, slowly leading her to her capacity, Bakugo thrusts slightly and makes her gag, he quickly pulls from her mouth “Too much?” he inquires gently, {Name} looks up to him and giggles “I feel that if I answer that you're going to stroke your own ego”

Bakugo grins, pulling her up to him, in a fluid movement {Name} straddles his lap and wraps her arms around his shoulders. Lips clashing against his, “That was short lived” she murmurs into the kiss as Bakugo chuckles “Mmmm I know baby, but I'm looking forward to others things” Bakugo presses a kiss to her neck, nibbling down and seeing their bond mark, nipping at the skin and earning a little purr from {Name}, he kisses down, on her collar bone, down her chest. Kissing her breasts, leaving little marks on them. {Name} giggles as his calloused hand grab them, squeezing them and hearing her sigh as he continues exploring every inch of her as if it were their first time. “Katsuki...” {Name} sighs, her hands tangle into his hair, pulling him closer, as the slow burn of building passions begins to deteriorate into more carnal appetites. A need of something more dictates he hurries, rushes, gives into lust but tenderness and appreciation hold him back. Wanting to treasure and appreciate {Name}, the idea of starting a family seemed too overwhelming. Exciting even, and thinking to the moment {Name} will be pregnant with his child, their child and as daunting as it seemed he felt ready and confident. The prospect had never before seemed so appealing, maybe it was {Name} that changed that from the moment she became his wife, slowly and surely those little idyllic ideals seemed to appeal to him.

{Name} grinds against him, “Baby, please” Bakugo whispers, unable to wait any longer, she kisses him slowly, lifting her hips and hovering above his cock. He almost snaps at how she seems to stay there without moving only driving him mad, {Name} gives in first however, lowering her hips and feeling the way his cock pushes into her slowly, a little too slow for his liking. The familiarity of his warmth and the perfect way he fills {Name}makes her moans melodic and drawn out. His hands help her, limiting the rush as they enjoy the pleasure that engulfs them. “Take it all the way baby...that's it...” Bakugo moans, {Name} bites her lip muttering curses under her breath, sighing as she feels him bottom out, Bakugo calls for her attention, flashing a small smile that makes her blush. His hands set pace, moving her body and pulling her close as if desperate to not be away from {Name}. His movement is slow as he pulls out, almost reluctant to leave her warmth and thrusting back in with fervor, {Name} suddenly jolts feeling him brush against a particular spot, “There?” Bakugo murmurs thrusting back into her. {Name} whimpers, holding onto him and resting her face against his chest. His scent permeates the room, overwhelmingly so and makes her head spin. It's pleasant and a little scary as her head spirals down “A-Alpha, don't stop please....” she whines, holding onto him as if afraid to let go. Bakugo hums, seeing the state she is in, it's a beautiful sight for him “Don't worry 'mega, I've got you” he reassures her, continuing his slow, hard thrusts as she whimpers and whines. Creating all those beautiful sounds he loves.

Bakugo flips her over, pushing her to the bed. His breath grows heavy with need, his hand rests on the side of her head to provide support for himself as the other holds her hip. Keeping her still while he continues to thrust into her. “I'm gonna make sure by the end of this you have a brat in you” Bakugo growls, his grip tightening.

{Name} smiles and chuckles “Oh? I thought I already had a brat in me” Bakugo rolls his eyes at her little quip, “Got a smart mouth huh” They smile at eachother, keeping the desperate and restrictive pace. {Name's} hands tangle in the sheets, head leaning back as the feeling begins building, the tension winding tighter in her stomach. Bakugo leans down and kisses her, his forehead pressing to hers “Just let go” he whispers, his words being more than enough to send her spiralling down into sheer bliss.

He rocks gently, working her through her climax. Watching her catch her breath and enjoy the aftermath. His lips grace her neck as his hips pick up speed again, holding her tighter, he lifts a leg over his shoulder allowing him wander in a little deeper he holds her hand and presses a kiss to it. Holding her hand tightly, he sighs feeling his own release building. Bakugo growls softly “Sorry {Name}, I can't hold back anymore...” His hand digs into her thigh and holds her harshly as he slams into her enough to make {Name} gasp at the sudden shift and his roughness. Thrusting into her harder and erratic at feeling his release coming. Bakugo pulls {Name} close and holds her as his hips still feeling his seed spill into her, growling his contentments and profanities at the feeling. Watching {Name} purr as he settles, holding her and reeling from the feeling. {Name} rubs his back and holds him just an entangled mess of limbs, he nuzzles her affectionately as she giggles “You're being really affectionate today” {Name} comments seeing him blush slightly “Yeah...”

“I love you Katsuki” {Name} murmurs, caressing his face gently and running her fingers through his unruly hair, “I love you too idiot” he murmurs at her affections, exhaustion truly settling into both of them as Bakugo glances over to the clock to see it reaching a later hour than he would prefer to be up at. His head settles on {Name}, comforted by her scent. It was so strange all his desires physical and otherwise seemed so fulfilled and his mind wanders back to all those little ideas, getting a little ahead of himself by considering names, activities. Even seeing things like coming home to {Name} with their child. Soon enough all the thoughts filled his mind and sent him into a restful and well deserved slumber.

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bakugoukatsukiswife · 4 years

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Girl’s Best Friend

A/N: Y’all I really love @carlychrisfarley to write this cause this was something, something indeed. But basically she wanted Bakugou in a scenario where he gets turned into a dog and then when he finally gets turned back, some smutty things happen involving a very well-known sexual position. Who am I to deny her that though? Big shoutout to @lordexplosionsextra for making sure this was amazing.

Warnings: Smut, 18+.

Words: 1,953

Your boyfriend, Bakugou was a very stubborn man. He didn’t back away from a challenge-no matter what it was. That included diving headfirst into missions even without back-up, he could be reckless and you knew this. Although that still didn’t stop your shock when Kirishima came by your house with a Shiba Inu on his hands-and no Bakugou.

“Uh.. so not to alarm you, but this is Bakugou.” Kirishima said as he motioned to the blonde dog that seemed to have the same snarl that was always on Bakugou’s face. You blinked a few times to register what he had said before laughing, clearly not falling for the joke that Bakugou and Kirishima were pulling on you.

“There’s no way you guys are fooling me, I know Katsuki is just hiding somewhere,” you said as you started to come outside, eyes scanning the area for the unruly head of blonde hair you had run your fingers through countless times. When you didn’t see him, you looked back at Kirishima and realized that he was being completely serious. You looked down at the Shiba again and the dog came towards you, his snarl disappearing as he licked at your hand as if to say, “yes, it really is me, dumbass. No prank here,”.

“What the hell happened?” You asked Kirishima as you let them both inside, plopping down on the couch as Kirishima sat across from you and Katsuki jumped up on the couch, resting himself against you, his head on your lap.

“Bakugou rushed in-as always,” Kirishima started and Bakugou let out a huff in frustration before Kirishima continued. “Bakugou rushed ahead and the villain used their quirk on him, they can make the person turn into whatever animal they want. It could last a few days, weeks to months.” Kirishima explained and your heart sank at the fact that your boyfriend could be a dog for months on end. Katsuki could sense your mood and let out a low whine, licking at your hand to give you a sense of comfort and a form of apology. Luckily, Kirishima was nice enough to stop and get a few things like a leash, bowls and toys for Bakugou’s state so you could likely process what had happened.

In your daze, you hadn’t realized that Kirishima had left until Bakugou nudged at your hand with his head and you blinked before looking down at Katsuki, his eyes focused on you. You pet the top of his head, his ears twitching slightly at the new sensation and you smiled when he huffed in approval.

“Want to watch some TV?” You asked him, giggling when he let out a short bark as if to say yes before you turned on a show that you two had been binging the past few nights. Bakugou curled closer into you, his fur brushing against you. This was going to be interesting.

A few days had passed and Bakugou was still the cutest Shiba ever-although you really wanted your boyfriend back. Although he was a cute dog, he was stubborn and wouldn’t listen to you at all. Especially when you tried to give him baths after he would go outside and roll around in the dirt. He was still very protective of you so that was pretty cute, sometimes anyway. You had a feeling that you would definitely try to convince Katsuki into getting a dog after this though. You enjoyed having a furry little friend around.

“Katsuki, are you ready to go on your walk?” You asked from the door, slipping your shoes on and grabbing his leash. You heard a bark and heard the patter of paws before Bakugou appeared in front of you, allowing you to leash him after struggling for a good few minutes. Little shit. You took Bakugou outside, allowing him to lead as he started to sniff at the flowerbeds in the neighborhood. You heard a call of your name and looked up to see Denki and Kirishima headed your way with a wave, to which you returned. Bakugou returned to you, acting as a sort of barrier between you and the boys.

“Oh man, that quirk still hasn’t worn off?” Kirishima asked you, his red eyes filled with sympathy.

“Nope, but he at least cuddles me without complaining now.” You joked, causing Bakugou to huff as he showed his annoyance. Kirishima and Denki continued to talk to you, but you could feel Bakugou tugging at the leash to signal that he was ready to head back to the house and you could swear you heard him let out a growl when Kirishima gave your head a pat, the leash being pulled tighter. After finally saying bye to the boys, Bakugou pulled you back to the house and you frowned when you sat down on the couch, expecting Bakugou to jump in your lap but he stalked off to the bedroom. Shrugging, you made your way to the bathroom as you passed a sulking Bakugou on the bed and started to strip, turning on the shower before you heard the patter of paws and Bakugou patiently sitting on the floor.

“I’m guessing you’re going to stay in here?” You questioned as you threw your shorts aside, watching as Bakugou barked as if saying “duh!”. You smiled before stepping in the shower, turning on the music from your phone from the shower speaker. You hummed to yourself before lathering some of your favorite body wash in your hands, jumping when you heard a familiar voice in your ear.

“Need some help, princess?” Bakugou questioned, giving you his signature smirk when you turned to face him. You touched his face, pushing at his cheeks slightly to make sure that it was actually Bakugou and not your touch starved imagination playing tricks on you.

“It’s me, dumbass. The quirk wore off,” Bakugou said, his voice slightly muffled from your hands. As if you didn’t believe him, you trailed your hands down to his perfect figure, fingers trailing over his abs and Bakugou chuckled. “I’m guessing you missed me a lot, huh?”

“I mean, don’t get me wrong, you were cute as a dog. But, I really missed you,” you admitted as Bakugou pulled you close, your confession causing him to smile.

“I missed you too, especially being able to touch you….” Bakugou said as his knuckles brushed against your cheek, his thumb brushing against your bottom lip as his red eyes seemed to glow with intensity. “So…, can I touch you?” He asks, his voice low as his eyes flicked down your body. As soon as you nodded, Bakugou’s lips were on yours and he had you pressed up against the shower wall. His lips were hot against yours, one of his hands traveling to your hair and you moaned when his fingers tangled in your locks. His tongue met your bottom lip and slowly slid inside your mouth, his other hand going to play with the sensitive bud that had been begging for attention since you heard his voice.

“K-Katsuki,” you moaned against his lips as his fingers trailed down to your already slick folds to brush against them.

“Hmm, are you that eager? You’re so cute, wanting me so badly.” He mumbled against your lips as his fingers easily slid into you, a quiet chuckle escaping his mouth at the way you squirmed. His index and pointer finger started to thrust in and out slowly, his face buried in your neck while your hand went to his hair, your skin already on fire. It wasn’t from the shower, but from Katsuki’s hold on you. He was like a drug you couldn’t get enough of.

A moan escaped your mouth when Bakugou curled his fingers, the pads of them hitting that spongy spot inside of you that had you seeing stars in seconds. You could hear his voice in your ear asking if you were about to cum, and when you nodded he abruptly removed his fingers. You met his teasing red eyes as he sucked your juices off his fingers, a gasp escaping your throat as he suddenly picked you up, wrapping your legs around his waist as his lips latched to your neck.

“Now, now, baby girl… I didn’t tell you that you could cum. I prefer to have you cum around my cock, anyway.” Bakugou whispered in your ear, his teeth tugging at the skin before he lined himself up with your entrance, his cockhead teasing against your folds.

“Katsuki… p-please,” you beg, desperately trying to move against your boyfriend so you could get a small amount of friction.

“You’re so fucking cute when you beg,” Bakugou said with a chuckle, a low groan escaping his mouth as he slowly pushed into you. He paused for a minute to let you adjust since it had been a bit before he started moving, a growl escaping his mouth as he bit down on your neck, his tongue soothing at the inflamed skin as his thrusts picked up the pace.

“Fuck…” you moaned out at the way that Katsuki’s cock brushed along your walls, the angle he had you in making him hit your g-spot. Your hands found purchase in his hair, your fingers combing through the wet locks as the water hit the both of you. Bakugou continued to lick and suck at your neck, leaving dark marks as he never stopped his pace. You whined when you realized that he had stopped again, his hands cupping under your ass to keep you steady as he turned the shower off before taking you to the bedroom.

“Katsuki?” You asked, taking your face from his neck to look up at him, a yelp leaving your lips as he tossed you gently on the bed.

“Turn around,” Bakugou said, and you knew it was a command, not a question. You did as you were told, getting on your hands and knees, a shiver running through you when Bakugou’s hands spread your ass, allowing him full view of your dripping cunt.

“You’re so fucking soaked for me, I fucking love it,” Bakugou said before lining himself up again, a growl escaping his throat at how tight you were as he sheathed himself inside you.“Shit, you’re so fucking tight.” You felt as Bakugou’s hand tangled in your hair, yanking you back so you were close to him as he thrust inside you, his other hand wrapped around your waist to keep you steady. The sounds of skin slapping against skin and you and Bakugou’s moans filled the air as he kept a constant pace inside of you, his balls slapping against you as he pressed sloppy kisses to your back.

“Katsuki… your cock feels so good,” you whine, pleasure coursing through you when Bakugou’s hand in your hair tightens.

“That’s right, you fucking love my cock, don’t you? You love my cock stretching you out as much as it can, hah?” Bakugou says with a groan as his thrusts become harder, faster. You’re only able to nod in agreement as your orgasm starts to wash over you in waves, your cunt clenching Bakugou’s dick as your juices drip onto the bed. “Fuck, (Y/N), I’m-.” Bakugou cuts off with a groan as he spills his seed into you, his head pressed into your back as he bites down at the skin; overwhelmed with the orgasm flooding his system. He pulled out of you and pulled you close to him before falling back onto the bed, pulling the covers up around you both.

“Oh so even though you’re back to normal, you still want to cuddle?” You tease, hearing Bakugou scoff.

“Shut up. I always want to cuddle you.”

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neesieiumz · 4 years

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Like I’m Bakugou {Katsuki Bakugou x Reader}

Summary: Katsuki comes to your place after a long day at work only to find you blasting music while you work. But what is it about this specific song that had Bakugou questioning you.

A/N: I got the idea for this while I was listening to “Bakugo” by Kamil... you already know this is for my black women but anyone is welcome to read them.

Word count: 1.5 k

Katsuki was tired. He just spent three hours discussing with the police about a raid gone wrong, how there could possibly be a mole, and how they should take the next steps. Obviously, he believed they should go around and make the person who could be the rat cough up the information but no one wanted to listen to him. So he just sat in a room arguing with everyone about what to do next when it got to a point that Kiri could see that everyone was tired and on edge and said that they should all go home early and go to sleep. Katsuki was tired to fight back and decided to go see you and crash at your place for the night.

He hadn’t seen you in a couple of weeks since he decided to take this mission that was a very delicate situation, and being a top hero costume designer who worked with only the best, and that your father was a pro-hero in America, you know what being a pro hero entails and how it can take away from personal life. He knew you wouldn’t hold him not contacting you against him, when he wasn’t working on this case, he was catching up on sleep.

He pulled up to your house and parked in the driveway. As he climbed out of his car and walked up to your front door, he could hear the bass of the song you were blasting from outside and shook his head and rolled his eyes. He walked up to your door and used his spare key to open the door. The muffled music became much clearer to him as he walked in. He closed the door and triple checked if the door locked before going to look for you.

As he looked for you, he tuned into the song you were playing and stopped in his tracks as he heard his name… His name? The song was in English, which was honestly his weak suit while he was a student at UA. As he stood there, he remembered how you told him how he was getting more and more popular in America.

“It’s because of how fine you are, America is a sucker for handsome heroes with anger issues or blond American dream heroes as well. That’s how All might be well-liked over there too.” You shrugged, handing him your phone to show him the article and to try and help him translate.

Katsuki gave off a stank-like face as he scrolled through the article, with you in his ear telling him what they are saying. He stopped at the articles tweet references on how the general public thought of him and asked “what the hell does this say?”

You took the phone and looked at what he was asking about before covering your mouth to muffle the loud ass laugh you let out. Bakugo looked confused as you hunched over, wheezing.

“What? What the hell does it say?!?” He bellowed grabbing the phone out of your hands.

You took a deep breath and wiped away your tears as you tried to speak, “I should be angry that they are saying this about my boyfriend but honestly it’s just so funny!”

Katsuki glared at you before tackling you and pinning you to the ground. You let a scream as he pinned your door and stared you down. He blinked a couple of times before smirking and lowering his head till his lips were near your ear. You shivered at this action, feeling his hot breath on your earlobe.

He whispered in your ear, “so are you gonna fucking tell me what the hell it said or not?”

You looked back at him with low eyes before moving your neck till your own head was near his ear and whispered what the tweet said but not without adding some extra things because you already know where this was gonna go.

Katsuki shook his head out of the flashback and concentrated on the song. He picked up on the words he did know, his name, the word that starts with an n that you cussed him out on saying that one time, blow up, nitroglycerin (considering that’s what he sweats), and that was it. He was confused and set out to find you to figure out what you were listening to.

He followed the music to see where it was coming from. He walked all around the house before going upstairs and passing by your room where you weren’t and found in your office, toying around with some gadgets. You didn’t know he was here and he didn’t make his presence noticed as he noticed you were rapping along with the song. He crossed his arms and smirked and continued to look at you working and rapping along.

“Like I'm Bakugo, turn they soul to fuckin' smoke, bitch I'm boutta' pop, bitch you know I'm boutta' blow up,”

He had no idea what you were saying but was sure to get it out of you when the song finished. Lucky for him, the song ended with one final line and then it faded out and ended. You paused your music before the next song could play. You got up from what you were working on for Tsu to go get a bottle of water and you looked up and saw your boyfriend standing there, arms crossed and face pulled into a cocky smile.

“Fuck! You scared me!” You let out, jumping a little and pressing a hand into your pounding heart.

Katsuki said nothing but walked over to your desk where your phone was sitting on. You said nothing but saw him pick up the phone and unlock it before you remembered what song was playing before you looked up. You dropped your bottle of water and walked over to try and grab your phone out of his hands but it was too late, he replayed the song.

“Mind telling me why my name is in this song?” He asked, placing your phone back on your desk.

You stammered on your words, your face burning with slight embarrassment.

“It’s not about you!” You said, turning away from him.

You knew that if he knew that someone made a whole song after him, he wouldn’t let go of it, his inflated ego wouldn’t allow him to let it go, so you only played it when he wasn’t home and when you lowkey kind of missed him. The song was Bakugo personified and if you told him that, you may hear this song multiple times a day.

“It has my name, nitroglycerin and I’m pretty sure it mentions one of my attacks, I’m not 100 percent sure.”

Your eyes widened as you realize that you were caught redhanded, you should have known, even though it wasn’t his first language, Katsuki was very perceptive about things. You sighed and bent down to pick up the water bottle that you dropped. You went back to your desk and sat down and Katsuki followed suit and pulled up the spare chair you had. You grabbed your phone and went through your notes till you found the lyrics you translated for this situation, in case it did happen.

You restarted the song and handed the phone to let him read along with the song. For two minutes and 30 seconds, both of you sat in silence as you let him listen to the song in full. You could see the cocky smile slowly appear on his face as he continued to listen and you sighed, starting to feel that your prediction was going to be correct. Soon enough the song ended and Katsuki paused the music and gave you back the phone. For about another minute, you two sat in empty silence as he thought over what he just listened to. The silence was killing you and you had to know what he thought of the song.

“Well?” You asked,

Katsuki still didn’t say anything and you just stared at him. Finally, he looked up and placed his hands at the back of his head.

“It’s alright,” is all he said.

You glared at him, not trusting what he was saying. He could feel your glare and turned to look at you, “seriously it’s alright, not my taste.”

You still didn’t trust what he said and held your glare making the ashy blond groan and get up from his seat.

“Fine don’t believe me,” he started, walking towards you, all of sudden he grabbed at you and scooped you up into his arms, making you yelp and immediately grab at his biceps, “but I’m tired as fuck and all I want to do is take a shower and go to sleep.”

You squealed as he carried you to your bedroom.

***

You were asleep, curled up in the sheets. You couldn’t feel Katsuki next to you but he was always leaving early so you expected that and just curled into your own body heat to replace his. All of a sudden…

“LIKE I’M BAKUGO!”

Your eyes opened and you flew up from your bed with swiftness, the song interrupting your sleep.

“KATSUKI!!”

You could hear his obnoxious laugh from the bathroom and you ripped the blanket off your body and charged up your quirk to attack him for interrupting your sleep.

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lordkilluazoldyck · 4 years

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If The World Was Ending You’d Come Over Right?

masterlist | guidelines

summary: a song you found on tiktok made you sad, but bakugou made it all better 🥺💓💘

warnings: mentions sadness, crying, crying yourself to sleep, loneliness, but it’s also super fluffy and cute okay

author’s note: this one is a lil personal lmfao, i love that for me

the song is “If The World Was Ending” by Julia Michaels & JP Saxe

bakugou

At three in the morning you were positive your boyfriend was sleeping.

I mean, it was Bakugou after all. He was asleep by nine every school night.

You huffed, frustrated by your inability to fall asleep.

Nights like these tended to drag your usually happy mindset into one of blues. Feeling rather lonely and down, you figured to combat the constant thoughts running around in your head you’d just entertain yourself with TikTok until you felt tired enough to sleep.

Scrolling through, you watched all the trends. However, one particular song kept coming up.

If the world was ending you’d come over, right

You’d come over and you’d stay the night

Would you love me for the hell of it

All our fears would be irrelevant

Tears picked at your eyes before falling silently down your cheeks. In the moment you felt so lonely, and upon further contemplation, you decided that the answer would probably be no. Bakugou wouldn’t come over if the world was ending. You’d be alone.

The ache of crying eventually tired you to the point of falling asleep, and you decided you’d better not bring it up to Bakugou the next day. He probably wouldn’t notice you’d been crying the night before anyway.

But, when Bakugou saw you in the morning he knew immediately.

“What the fuck is wrong with you?” He asked, trying to be a little less aggressive than normal.

“Nothing!” You smiled and hoped the answer was convincing enough.

“Tch. Then stop looking so on edge, you don’t have anything to worry about.” He grabbed your hand as you both entered the classroom.

That night led the same events as the one prior. You laid awake with tears staining your cheeks as the song played on repeat.

Were you really that alone? If the world was ending would anyone come?

Your thoughts were interrupted by a harsh knock on your door. You figured it was probably Uraraka asking you to please turn off the depressing music and fussing at you for being awake. Wiping your cheeks and nose on the sleeves of your (bakugou’s) sweatshirt, you opened the door, already apologizing for the music.

“Sorry, Uraraka. I’ll turn it—“ you stopped mid-sentence upon seeing Bakugou instead of the little brunette.

“Hey, teddy bear.” His low voice already bringing your mood up.

You gave a soft smile and moved aside, letting him enter your dorm.

“How come you’re not sleeping?” You asked, watching him walk directly to your bed and lay down.

“I could ask you the same. But, I noticed you were sad this morning. I didn’t want to force you to tell me about it in front of everyone,” he motioned for you to join him where he laid, “but I knew you’d be sad again tonight.”

He really noticed?

Your smile grew as you cuddled up to Bakugou. You laid your head on his chest as he rubbed shapes on your back.

“Hm. ‘s a pretty nice sweatshirt, I’ve been looking for one just like that. Any idea where I could find it?” He whispered with a chuckle.

You grinned, and hummed in response.

After a while of laying in silence, just appreciating being together, you finally spoke up.

“Can I ask you something?” You lifted your head to meet his gaze.

He lifted his hand to move a piece of hair from your face. “Anything.”

You looked down. “If the world was ending, you’d come over right?”

He scrunched his eyebrows. “What? That’s what’s bothering you?”

You blushed, suddenly embarrassed.

“Of course I would, teddy bear. I can’t stand being without you now, let alone in a huge crisis. I’ll be here through anything.” He was being as gentle as he knew how.

Bakugou’s gentle and vulnerable sides were reserved for only you. They were rare and far between, but they were yours. You wouldn’t trade them for the world.

“I love you, Katsuki Bakugou.” You grinned and hugged him tightly.

He laughed, “Yeah yeah, I love you too. And don’t hug me so tight, dumbass. I can’t fuckin’ breathe.”

And just like that, you and Bakugou returned to your regular personalities.

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shoutogepi · 4 years

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“Fuck You!””I Just Might.”

Bakugou Katsuki

word count : 7.1k holy hecc

[ ✘ (nsfw!) ]

themes : nasty nasties hehe.. choking, angry sex, dom bakugou (what’s new lmao), lots of sexy vengeful teasing, & almost being caught (? idk what to call that haha)

bio : You and Ground Zero are far from getting along in almost every aspect… except for getting off perhaps.

author’s note : wow another smut whodathunkit !!! This isn’t super romantic (Happy VDay my sweets!!) but goddamn if u thirstin today drink tf up bc the SALOON IS OPEN AND HERE’S THE SPECIAL ON DA HOUSE

side note: (Y/H/N) = your hero name, also the sidekick is 100% out my ass not real bc I didn’t feel like doing legit research heheh. also, all characters are aged up to long past UA-grad in this (so everyone is 18+!!)

tagging: @lordexplosionsextra per request -- hope you enjoy bb :) happy vday!

also available on AO3 here

─── ・°* ﾟ✧:* • ｡ﾟ:*･☽･*: ｡ﾟ•*:✧ ﾟ*°・ ───

🄰rms crossed, chest puffing in defiance, your gaze shoots daggers into his stupid smirk. “I’m not your fucking sidekick, Boom-Boy, so you can crawl back into the putrid swamp you came from and take your damn paperwork with you!”

“H-hey now,” Bakugou’s sidekick laughs nervously, hands waving in front of him as he shakes off the jab you just took at him inadvertently.

Bakugou laces his gloved fingers over his lap and kicks back in his chair, straightening his legs so his boots rest on the table across from you. “Listen, Princess, you know the rules. Whoever gets the final blow doesn’t have to do the nitty-gritty shit,” he answers, shrugging nonchalantly.

“You only got the finisher in ‘cuz I was busy doing everything else! You pop in at the last second and get all the credit and no busywork? Fuck off,” you fume, hooking your foot around the leg of his chair and ripping it toward you. Bakugou’s eyes widen as he falls backwards, tumbling onto the hard floor. He grimaces at you from the floor, vermillion eyes ablaze.

“It’s not my fault you’re too stupid to strategize! Don’t start shit you can’t fucking finish yourself!” He barks, voice spiking with fury. Ouch, that one stung your pride a little.

“You’re such an asshole,” you snarl, shoving the stack of papers off the table. The pages swirl in the air and scatter onto the tiled floor, some landing on the instigator’s lap. Bakugou’s palms crackle as his breath is stolen at your audacity. Your sidekick lets out a startled noise, jumping at the sudden popping. Bakugou’s sidekick has his hand on his temple, attempting to rub out the headache forming at this mess.

Why did you two have to hate each other so much?

The two sidekicks stand stiffly against the wall as you shove by them, Bakugou glaring at your ass as your hips swing around the doorway, out of his sight.

It’s late, the purple sky littered with the lights of the lively city. The villain you— or Bakugou, you suppose— had taken down earlier had been the last job of the day and you’re tired of the stupid bullshit he always serves you when the two of you work together.

Usually your agency kept the two of you on opposite boundaries of the patrol area, but you had begrudgingly needed help with this last offender of the day. Your quirk didn’t do incredibly well against villains with close-combat styles, but you could still manage. Unfortunately, the guy that had been causing mayhem earlier was beyond powerful up close, and he had landed a hit that knocked the wind out of you and made you slower than usual. It wasn’t a major injury or anything, but you’d probably have a nasty bruise on your torso after you took off this goddamn gimp-suit of a costume. Luckily, you had visited the in-house, agency healer in the infirmary upon arrival from the job, and they had sucked the nasty welt off your skin and redirected it somewhere else as their quirk allowed. The pain subsided mostly, just a bit sore where the bruise would’ve been.

You close the door to your office gently, a heavy sigh releasing as you make your way toward the desk. It was almost quitting time, but you still had to finish up the paperwork from the other case you had dealt with this morning. Clicking on the desk lamp, you breathe in to calm your frayed nerves, eyes closing briefly as you try to find the energy to finish your work.

The door bursts open, slamming almost immediately and tearing you out of your attempt at meditation. Bakugou stands in there, steam practically billowing from his nose and scarlet eyes flashing with agitation.

“Who the fuck do you think you are?” He snarls, prowling toward you with an accusatory, gloved finger raised.

“Excuse me?” You quip, irritation revitalized almost instantly. “Who do you think you are, storming into my office after the shit you pulled today?”

He stops in front of you, glowering down at you. You turn your face slightly, your eye level meeting his chest and not wanting to look at that. He was kind of muscular up close like this, you’d never noticed because you’d always created the most distance as possible between you two.

“Oh, you mean me saving your ass? Yeah, my bad, woman,” he growls, letting his gaze linger on the way your eyelashes kiss your cheek bones as you scoff, eyes closed in annoyance.

You glare at him, infuriated. “I didn’t need your fucking help! Did I ask you to come?”

He takes his time to reply, stare holding your attention briefly before he licks his lips. “No, but your sidekick did.”

The sentence is like a cold slap to the face, and you push him backwards with newfound anger. “Don’t fucking lie to me Bakugou,” you seethe, hands clenched into fists. “If you’re gonna lie at least come up with something believable!”

“Tch. She did call me, brat, and she begged me to come to your rescue like you were a goddamn damsel in distress,” he grunts, breaking eye contact with you as he hunches slightly, strong hands shoved into his pockets. Bristling at the refreshed anger rippling off of you, he already knows what you’re going to say. “She said that shitty villain got his hands on you, yeah right you had it under control.”

You don’t know what to say. You can’t really refute that the assailant had managed to hurt you, but you still wish Bakugou hadn’t heard that information. The asshole already thinks he’s the hottest shit in the agency, you really don’t want to give him any evidence of your weaknesses. So you sit on the edge of your desk, sighing once again. “I can handle one hit, dipshit,” you mutter. “It’s already healed anyway.”

“Yeah, yeah, you can take care of yourself,” he grumbles, gaze flickering to your grim expression before he looks intently at the picture on your wall.

The silence that ensues is uncomfortable. You had never really talked to Bakugou before-- usually every time the two of you were together you were having a shouting match, throwing insults back and forth relentlessly. You aren’t really sure how to reply, and you absolutely did not want to acknowledge that he had come to your rescue when you actually needed him.

Bakugou is as silent as you are. He wonders where you’d been hit momentarily, before pushing off the thought because god forbid he show emotions. He’d already had his fill of feelings for the day. He sure as hell would never tell a soul, but the second he had seen your sidekick’s name flash across his phone screen this evening, his stomach dropped like he’d been the one to receive the villain's punch, not you. Shoving away the intrusive thought, his trademark scowl surfaces to his face.

“You know, I still haven’t heard a ‘thank you’.”

His irritating voice slices through the tension in the room, and you bristle at his impudence. “Gee, Ground Zero,” he ruffles at his hero name, a frown bending his thin lips,” thanks so much for stealing my job and taking the credit for it too, and really— thank you so much for the paperwork as well. I’m just so grateful.”

“Tch. Don’t be so bitchy, you know I saved your ass today so just fess up and thank me already. You’ll feel better once you spit it out,” he provokes, thick arms crossing over his chest.

“Fuck you,” you hiss, scowling at his smug face. The snarl that breaks his lips is ignored as your eyes turn to slits directed toward him.

He laughs at your malicious look, mouth transforming into a sleazy grin. He can’t stop himself even though he’s a tad hesitant, but his bold and loud nature wins out and he says cooly, “I just might.”

You gape at him, the smile on his mouth escalating your agitation. “W-What?” You choke out meekly, palms pushing you off the desk to stand upright.

He has the gall to grin, taking a step toward you. His heavy boots clunk against the floor, and you move backwards only to bump into the desk again. You cast a futile glare at the desk, and when you look back at him, he’s looming over you. “I think it’s time we acknowledge this thing we have, (Y/H/N).”

Your lips part in surprise, the blush tainting your cheeks slightly. “I have no idea what you’re referring to,” you stammer. Your arms crossing over your chest, he can’t help but notice how your breasts squish upwards, cleavage visible through your skin-tight costume.

“I think you do,” he chuckles with a low voice, gaze regarding the pink pigment gracing your cheeks. He savors it, lips curling into a smirk. His hands meeting the edge of your desk as he leans in, his body brushes against your arms. You rear back, shock evident on your face with lips parted as he tips his head to the side. He cages you in, an unfamiliar look simmering in his crimson irises. “You can feel the tension between us too. I know it, Princess.”

You’re once again at a loss for words. What the hell is happening right now? You think, mind reeling desperately to change the subject. “I hate it when you call me that,” you spit out, looking up to catch his intense stare. It wasn’t dishonest, you hated his pet name for you. Just because you weren’t as careless as him, he’d tacked the snide nickname to you awhile back because he knew it pissed you off. “It’s a stupid name that only your idiot brain could come up with.”

Take the bait, please take the bait.

“The way you treat me like I’m beneath you, what else can I call you?” His breath fans against your cheek and you hate to admit it’s fresh and minty, not at all as nasty and troll-like as you’d convinced yourself it would be. “But I guess that’s ‘cuz you really wouldn’t mind having me under your lap, right?”

You gasp at his crude suggestion, knees smacking together as your thighs clench automatically. “Fuck off, Bakugou,” your voice trembles slightly, your palms hesitantly landing on his chest. Your attempt to push him is less than half-hearted, and he smiles at your crumbling resolve.

His fingers skim along the small of your back, perching his hand on your waist. You can feel its warmth through your costume and his glove, and your body bends into his hold on its own accord, your ass pushing back while your chest grazes his. He exhales harshly, his other hand docking on the top of your stiffened thigh, thumb falling into the curve between your legs. You wish it was higher up, and the recognition of your craving makes your blush a few shades darker.

“What was that?” He snickers, lips brushing your earlobe as his nose pushes away your cascading hair. He didn’t expect you to smell so good after a long day of fighting crime.

Your fingers grab onto his costume, clawing at the material and you’re not sure if it’s in anger or desire. But Bakugou is sure, his fingers rubbing your waist as he glances at your restless hold on his costume. “Oh, bite me,” you spit out, your bottom lip caught between your teeth.

His lips touch your jaw, and you can feel the sneer that rests so prominently there. “Manners, Princess… say please,” he chides, tongue poking out to trace the soft skin there.

A quiet moan escapes you and Bakugou groans loudly in response. He draws his face back to lock eyes with you, stare taught with the tension the two of you have built over all this time.

“You gonna tell me you’ve never thought about us fucking?” He inquires, eyes darting to your lips and returning to your gaze. “All those times we riled each other up, every time we pushed each other’s buttons over and over— you gonna say you never thought about getting me to shut the hell up by any means necessary?”

Your eyes roll in your head, from a combination of lust and disbelief. You cannot believe you're letting him hold you like butter in his hot hands, melting you and licking you up. You glare at him, his lips just close enough to distract you. You weren’t going to let him mould you like putty anymore. “I bet you wanna think that I have, Bakugou,” you whisper, and he looks at you with mild surprise adorning his handsome face. Your blush infects him immediately, a flush spreading over his own cheeks and he’s suddenly very glad his costume has a mask. “You think I haven’t noticed you checking me out every second of the day, Boom-Boy?”

He seems at a loss for words as your wrists wrap around the back of his neck, pulling his face down and level to yours. His brow bursts into a sweat as one of your hand curls around his costume’s throat piece, trailing south and following the delicious line between his pecs down his abs. Your fingernails scraping through his costume, his skin prickles as he gasps. Your lips meet his stubbled jaw, mirroring the action he had performed to you a moment ago. His fingers tighten their hold on you, his body jerking almost invisibly at the contact. “You ogle at me much more, little Miss Priss,” he says cockily even though his voice sounds forced.

It was your turn to curl your lips into a sultry smile, half-lidded eyes regarding his shocked, eager stare. “I thought I told you not to tell your phony lies, Bakugou,” your murmur against his jawline, hand curving around his pelvis and to drag down his outer thigh. “It’s a sin to lie, you know.” Your fingers skim the very ridge of the bulge in his pants, teasingly tracing the outline and watching him close his eyes, his grin seeming strained.

“You know a lot about sins, then?” he pants, sliding his hand down from your waist slowly, fingertips stretching eagerly to push into your plush ass.

You nip at his skin playfully, and he shudders in response. Your raise your head to meet his hungry gaze, your coy smile still beaming. “I might… You want me to demonstrate my knowledge?” Your tongue parts your lips, eyes falling to his slightly agape mouth. Your breath tangles, and his eyelids flutter shut as your lips graze.

The hand on your thigh grips your flesh tighter and you whimper, your mouth tingling at the harder contact of the kiss. His other hand slides south and cups your tailbone, calloused fingers bringing your ass toward him. The sudden movement surprises you, and you grab onto his neck, making his chin dip down as your hips slide into his crotch. You clash into him, your lips colliding as sparks fly through the air.

You both moan into each other’s mouths, the kiss desperate and hot. Your tongue pokes out to probe his bottom lip and he gladly receives your wet muscle with his own. Your legs trapped between his shuffle as you wiggle your hips, savoring his fiery hands gliding over your figure.

Bakugou’s hands are firm but warm, caressing your waist and hips and heating them up. He growls as your hips buck against his, rubbing the tent in his baggy pants. One of his hands slides along the smooth fabric of your hero suit, cupping the swell of your breast in his large palm as his thumb runs over your nipple. You throw your head back, and his lips gladly blaze the trail of your throat with a scorching urgency. Your fingers move to his arm pieces, clamoring at the top of the machinery near his elbows. He gladly slides the gadgets off, placing them in one of the chairs facing your desk while he rips off his black gloves. He hastily throws the neck piece onto the seat as well before he turns and captures your lips once more.

When his fingers return to your hips, you can feel the true heat of his burning palms through your bodysuit, making you arch into him wantonly. His tongue battles yours fiercely, both of you fighting for dominance as his hands glide up to your waist and fumble with your belt. You can feel his rigid muscles through his thin tank top, your hands wandering greedily underneath the right material to touch his smooth skin.

Bakugou smirks as your belt falls onto the desk, hands falling and grabbing onto your ass cheeks eagerly, pulling you closer to his body. You take the chance to shove your tongue into his mouth and he groans at the impact, jaw slackening as he allows your tongue to take control. He grinds into you slowly, making your thighs tremble with apprehension. His mouth detaches from yours, and the string of saliva connecting your tongues is sliced as his shirt flies through the air. You drink in the sight of his naked chest, muscles swelling and flexing, tapering down into a delicious V that disappears underneath his belt.

You grab the belt, yanking his body close to yours again and sighing as your lips meet once more. “You’re really man-handling me Princess,” he comments amusedly into your lips as your fingers grapple with his belt, toying with the latch.

“Shut the fuck up,” you snarl, teeth sinking into his bottom lip and harnessing a moan from him,” and touch me already, pussy.”

His vermillion gaze ignites, mouth crashing onto yours as his fingers slide underneath the swell of your ass. He lifts you like you’re but a paperweight, and you moan as your legs wrap around his hips. His tongue crushing yours, his kisses so intense that your head leans back at the sizzling force. You jump slightly as your ass meets the cushion of your desk chair, eyes opening to see he’d rounded the desk and knelt in front of you. His knees on the ground, he looks up at you haughtily, hands coasting slowly down your legs toward your center. “Is this where you want me?” he feigns innocence and you glare down at him. His thumb hooks the crotch of your leotard, and he shoves the material to the side roughly, making you gasp.

The cool office air greets your cunt, making it throb even more in arousal. “Bakugou,” you whine as he watches your face, shifting your hips in a feeble attempt to catch his attention. He slinks down, lips brushing over your panties softly as he watches you squirm. He grins against the black lace, thumb curling around the skinny part of the thong over your asshole, making you shiver.

“You’re right Princess,” he grumbles, tongue gliding over the wet spot that had leaked through the material, inhaling your scent pervertedly as he closes his eyes in triumph. Your bottom lip is prisoner to your teeth again as you watch his teasing movements, unable to tear your eyes away from him. “Sometimes when you’ve got me all riled up, I jerk off thinking about how good your bratty little ass would look bouncing on my dick.” You can’t help but whimper at his confession, rolling your hips against his mouth in desperation.

He smirks up at you, crimson irises glittering with savory mischief. His hands snake around your thighs, clutching onto the junction they meet your hips with vigor. He pushes your body down into the seat so you can’t wriggle any longer, and he feels your cunt clench against his chin when he nips at your panties, teeth dragging along your clit. You wail his name again lowly, harsh breaths ripping through your lungs.

He growls in response, thumb ripping the lace to the side and exhaling at the sight of your swollen cunt, grin broadening at the excessive glaze that he had caused. “Fuck,” he laments, tongue poking out to graze your clit experimentally. Satisfied with the way your hand flies to cover your mouth, he places a teasing kiss there. “You know,” he murmurs against your slick nerve,” More than once I’ve wondered how hot and sweet your cunt must be, hiding underneath this skimpy little leotard.”

You let out a shaky breath, eyebrows cinching as you glower down at him, meeting his pleased gaze. “Why don’t you find out for yourself then?” you hiss, baring your teeth at his infuriatingly proud smirk.

“Bet you’d like that, wouldn’t you, Princess?” Bakugou’s tongue glides along the side of your slit, making you stiffen and shut your eyes tightly. Of course he’s a fucking tease.

A knock sounds at your door to pull you out of your collapsing mind, and you sit up straight, eyes wide as Bakugou’s sidekick peeks into the room.

Bakugou stills, unsure as to who it is, staying hidden behind your desk and still holding your hips harshly.

“Hey Y/N, have you seen Ground Zero possibly? He’s stormed off as usual and I can’t find him anywhere,” the sidekick says, blinking at you with unsuspecting eyes.

“Oh, H-Hikaru,” you gulp, hesitantly placing your hands on your desk. Bakugou is quiet underneath you but you’re preparing yourself for the little shit to pull something stupid.

And he does.

Bakugou’s tongue slips between your folds suddenly, licking a large stripe from the bottom to the top of your slit, sucking in your clit and rolling his tongue around it brazenly.

“Oh my god!” you yell, hand slapping over your mouth too late. Hikaru looks at you incredulously, regarding your pink cheeks and sweaty forehead. “I can’t believe him! W-what an asshole!” you pant as Bakugou sucks harder, your pussy clenching onto itself. “He probably left so you’d do the paper… mmm, paperwork for h-him.” You abs are flexed so hard, straining in order to restrain the mess of moans that Bakugou is summoning.

Hikaru finds your tone a bit peculiar, but he continues anyway. “Uh, probably… Are you okay Y/N? You look kind of… sick,” he comments, head tilting to the left. “Did you get that jab checked out yet? I can take you to the infirmary if you want. If it’s bad I can drop you off at your place, too.”

Bakugou doesn’t like that suggestion. He doesn’t need to lick his fingers, your drenched core welcomes the digits instantly. Your walls accommodate his middle and ring finger eagerly and he smirks as they sink into you, knuckle-deep.

“Yes!” you shriek, quickly shooting a glare down at the blonde, your hair covering your face from his sidekick. “I mean— yes, I had it checked out and I’m f-fine, thank you for the concern, Hikaru,” you explain, a forced smile on your lips as you silently beg him to leave.

Bakugou stretches his fingers inside you, scissoring them to coat them in your essence before he puts them together again. His wrist strained in the forced position, he flicks the digits back and forth, almost laughing in glee as he recognizes that soft velvety spot deep within you.

Hikaru blinks at you again before he nods half-heartedly. “Okay… Well if you need me, I’ll be in the conference room doing Bakugou’s job,” he laughs, tucking out of the door and closing it finally.

“He wishes he could do my job, fucker,” Bakugou grunts, mouth immediately returning to satiating your needy hole.

You sag into the chair, a quiet moan floating out of you as Bakugou continues to finger you, his lips slurping up your clit once more. Shooting a heated look at him, you bare your teeth at him, and choke out a hiss,” Fuck you!”

Bakugou only chuckles, savoring the way your cunt throbs around his digits. “I didn’t think you were so impatient, brat.” He doesn’t slow his actions though, knuckles ramming against your skin. He enjoys the way you gasp as he moves your thigh over his shoulder, his tidy fingernails pressing into your trembling leg. “You taste pretty good, Y/N. I guess it’s just your personality that’s bitter,” he remarks, smiling against your sex as his fingers slide out of you.

You toss him a pointed look as he wipes his chin with the back of his hand. “Excuse you, Boom-Boy,” you chide,” only my friends get to call me that!”

“Tch, I get to eat your pussy but I can’t call you by your name? You really know how to make a guy work for it,” he scoffs, sounding mock-hurt, and now menacing over you.

You frown in response but it quickly melts into a smirk. “Don’t worry, Katsuki,” you observe how he closes his eyes, the corner of his mouth twitching as his hand turns into a fist,” I’ll return the favor.” You tentatively place your hands on his belt, undoing the clasp and resting the heel of your palm against his clothed, hard cock. You gently undo the fastenings around his thick thighs, placing the belt with his grenades onto your desk cautiously. You weren’t trying to be blown up just for some dick.

He hooks his thumbs into the waistband of both his black pants and underwear, annoyed with you taking your sweet ass time. His bare cock springs free, greeting your hungry gaze with an inviting sheen of sticky precum trailing down his hard length. You gawk at the sight, genuinely surprised to find he was so… well equipped.

“So this is why you’re so cocky, huh?” you state, eyes following the protruding vein running the entirety of his full, flushed member.

He barks out a laugh which dies in his throat as you press a chaste kiss to his weeping pink tip. Your tongue flat against your bottom lip, you slide his cock into your mouth and moan at the salty, provocative taste of him. His length almost as thick as your throat itself, you gag gently as you take him whole into your mouth before quickly pulling back. You place your hand around the base of his now-slick cock, your mouth sucking and bobbing on the top half of him as you jerk your fist at the same tempo.

Bakugou is much louder than you expected him to be, and the way his erotic, serrated breath is tearing from his lungs makes your pussy clench in desire. His chest heaves, the bulging muscles on his torso tense underneath his surprisingly smooth skin. Your other hand wanders up his abs, enjoying the way the ridges between them are so defined. He growls as your finger rubs over his nipple, his hand catching your wrist in a tight grasp but not doing anything to stop the action.

You purr on his cock, slippery hand leaving the base to cup his balls, eliciting a hiss from him as he sucks air in between his gnashing teeth. Confidence torrenting through your veins at his reaction, your jaw drops as wide as you can muster, your mouth gliding further down his length.

Bakugou’s empty hand collects the hair falling around your face, holding it for you as you weave back and forth. His jaw falls slack as the head of his dick rubs the back of your throat, summoning a soft gag that makes your mouth vibrate around him. Your wrist hurts a little from his tight grasp, but the way his fingernails dig into your skin makes your core shiver in delight. “Shit, Y/N.”

You don’t bother to correct him this time, thumb running over his balls just hard enough to make him shake a bit, savoring the way he is panting and quaking before you. The hand grasping your hair nimbly shimmies closer to your skull, his fingers twisting almost too tightly onto the roots of your hair. You allow him to coax your mouth closer, his arm guiding your face to take his length deeply. A low growl tears from the bottom of his lungs as you lock eyes with his impassioned stare. His hips nudge smally against your lips, his tongue poking out to run over his lip as he pulls back and glides back inside your sweltering throat.

You moan forcefully, savoring the the strangled noise that slithers from his now gaping mouth. Taking initiative once more, you begin to jerk your neck back and forth quickly, wincing as his grip tightens on your wrist. Bakugou tries his best to repress his moans but the way your bratty throat welcomes his hard cock makes him see tiny, fizzling explosions when he closes his eyes.

His hips rear back, and you almost fall off the chair as you lean in to close the distance. He catches you easily, hot hands landing on your shoulders as his gaze locks with yours, inexplicable desire sizzling between the two of you. His hands fly down to collect your ass cheeks, and he picks you up just to place the apple of your cheeks on the desk behind him. Teetering on the edge of the wooden furniture, your legs wrap around his waist, and his lips slam onto yours again. His fingers frantically running over your super suit, he snarls in frustration when he can’t find the zipper.

You laugh at him mockingly, catching his eye as you pinch the zipper on the side of your neck, the material shrinking away immediately with elasticity. He watches as your breasts pop out of the silky, neoprene-like fabric, bouncing with hardened, pink nipples standing perkily to greet him.

“No bra?” He reprimands but his time sounds more turned on than accusatory. “Princess, you’re so naughty.” His hands fly to your tits, groping the soft and supple flesh with fervor. You unzip the rest of your side, pulling your arms out of the sleeves and carefully angling your hips so you can slide the suit off into a crumpled pile on the ground. In just your tiny little thong now, Bakugou closes the gap, pressing flush against your clothed center and grinding his wet cock against your damp underwear.

Your head tilts back and you whine, gasping as his mouth slides along your throat, hot tongue caressing the tender skin. “Please, Bakugou,” you wail, his thumbs rubbing your sensitive nipples hastily.

“God, you must be tight if you’re this high-strung,” he purrs next to your ear, enjoying the way your cunt clenches noticeably underneath your panties. Speaking of those… his fingers snatch the delicate lace to the side, his other hand grabbing his dick and running his swollen tip over your slit. He dips the head into your hole but recedes instantly, brushing it over your glistening trove before repeating the action. The teasing has your head spinning, harsh pants falling from you both and mingling in the thin divide between you. He can’t take it any longer, his hips snapping into yours as his dick easily disappears halfway into your steamy, aching cunt. “I fucking knew it,” he grunts, jaw clenching as your velvety walls embrace his girth, your cry of pleasure music to his ears. “Your cunt is so snug around my cock.”

His hips push into your thighs further, only stopping once he’s balls-deep, sunk completely in your flittering sex. Hand leaving your thong to the side of your cunt, he grabs your hip and pulls your ass close. You groan at his cock nestling even deeper into your sopping hole, and your hips jerk against his as his hand curls around your lower back, securing itself so his fingers coil snugly around your waist. You choke on a sob as he thrusts into you again, his thick member prodding you in a very private place.

“You better fuck me already,” you growl at his pace that was testing your nerves, ready to be fucked into submission. Not that you were going to go down without a fight.

He chuckles cockily, a sly grin on his lips. “Your wish is my command.” His hips slam against yours and your teeth sink into his shoulder, muffling a scream of desire. He ruts into you with ease, your arousal making it almost effortless for his cock to spread the tense walls of your desperate pussy. His free hand claps against the swell of your ass, the noise slicing through the air and you scowl at him. It’s like he wants to be caught.

Ragged breaths tumble from the both of you, your saliva trickling down his chest as your teeth are still fastened into his broad shoulder. “F-Fuck, Bakugou,” you keen, each time his pelvis pressing against you tightly forcing your vision to shake.

“Katsuki,” he huffs, his left hand pushing your chin up to capture your half-lidded gaze. “Say it, Princess— fuck, tell me who’s making you feel so good,” he demands, eager to hear his name leave your lips in such an intimate way once more. His hips change tempo from his fast and hard pace to a slower, more sensual rolling motion, milking the desired reaction out of you.

The novel movement pressing deliciously against your clit, your unabashed whimpers fall onto his eager ears. Your fingers raise to pinch the top of his black eye mask, pushing the material up over his forehead so it tucks his ash blonde hair back. Looking into his eyes and admiring his uncovered, handsome features, you shoot him a sinful pout. “Ka— ah! Oh, Katsuki,” you gasp, your hands flying up to claw desperately at his muscular back.

Bakugou relishes in your lewd reply, eyes rolling back into his skull in delight. He lets out a gravely groan, increasing the tempo to a needy, impatient pace. The extra stimulation on your clit makes your legs shiver around him, your heels digging into the plush top of his ass. His hand slides back to grip around the back of your neck, leaning in to take the side of your ear between his teeth. His fingers on your throat press into your skin, his thumb pushed into your racing pulse. Hand squeezing just the right amount, it becomes pleasurably harder to breathe and you pant, tongue poking out as you wanton gaze meets his. “I’m gonna make you cum so hard Y/N,” he growls, almost snarling at you as your body bounces against his, watching your hair dance and shake around the erotic expression on your face.

“Eat shit,” your nose twitches in annoyance,” You’re gonna burst any minute now.” Your cheeks are dusted in a telling flush, your body feeling heat spread throughout. His hand tightens on your throat and you moan, loving the way your breath tears slightly.

“You’ve been clenched down on me this whole time,” he reasons, lips close enough so you can feel his ragged breath. “You can’t deny how your body reacts to me, even if you don’t want it to.”

You roll your eyes. Even buried between your legs at a time like this, he insists on pushing your buttons. “Oh, you want me to clench, Katsuki?” you inquire, tone confident in contrast to the wanton shake of your body.

He shivers as his name leaves your sinful lips, and the breath in his lungs is sucked out of him as you clamp your pussy as tight as you can around him. His hips stutter and you revel in the lustful way his face contorts, his eyes screwing shut temporarily.

When his vermillion eyes open again, his predatory gaze adding wood to the fire between your legs. “Bad girl,” he admonishes, an unruly grin lifting the corners of his mouth. His hips slam against yours, railing into you at an unimaginable speed and harshness. “That’s a cute try, Princess, but you’re gonna cum before me no matter what.”

You can’t even respond as he thrusts into you, your pants ripping through the air and mingling with the quick slapping noise echoing through the room. You hate to let him win but you can’t hold yourself off from your impending orgasm, the pressure in your core multiplying at an alarming rate as each thrust deliciously stimulates your deepest, most secret place.

“Katsuki,” you whimper, your spine arching into his touch while his hand keeps its hold on your throat. “I’m so close, please,” you beg, your toes curling forcefully as your eyes roll back.

Bakugou smiles at your submissive tone, purring out, “That’s better.” His hand leaving your throat to rub his finger on your clit, your body trembles in his hands. He leans into you and his lips conquer yours passionately, tongue darting in between your lips to caress with yours. His tongue pulls back as he takes your bottom lip between his teeth, his wolfish stare daring you to follow his ensuing command. “Cum for me, Y/N.”

Your body tenses as you reach your climax, but Bakugou continues to assault your g-spot mercilessly. Your arms shake in euphoria, nails pressing in to form desperate scratches on his skin. It feels like he is snapping you in two, and you absolutely love it. Tears prick the corner of your eyes as you wail out, relief washing over your limbs feeling like ice cold lemonade on a torrid summer day.

Pussy fluttering around his cock so deliciously, Bakugou moans at the new intensity. He swears as he keeps going, despite his own orgasm approaching. The image of you squirming in ecstasy underneath him makes him gasp immodestly. His hands clasp down on your hips roughly, making it even easier for him to pound into your soaked cunt as his teeth release your reddened lip. “Fuck, you’re so fucking tight,” he huffs, sweat glistening on his built chest as he thrusts into you particularly hard. “So much better than I could’ve ever imagined, holy shit, Princess.” He moans a little loudly, not holding anything back anymore. He is so fucking close.

“Katsuki, please,” you sob, your g-spot still being pummeled relentlessly, never getting a break from his assault and dragging your orgasm out longer than you thought possible. “I want your cum on me so bad!”

Bakugou throws his chin into the air, harsh breaths floating out as the flesh of your hips turns white under his oppressive grip. He grunts as he pulls out, his searing streaks of cum spurting out forcefully, shooting up to lace over your tits and down your stomach. His thighs tremble as he snarls, his first immediately jerking his cock as more of his cum gushes out of the tip. He gasps for breath, and he groans as your lips press to his captivatingly. He leans into your kiss, savoring the feeling of your sweet lips against his.

You shift in his hands, the once-rough palms now sliding over your skin carefully, fondling your body as his lips nibble at your own. You entertain it for a moment, nails trailing down his chest, thumbs rubbing into the ample muscles beneath his skin.

He pulls back, a lazy grin and satisfied eyes regarding you. “Well, that was hot,” he admits, eyebrow quirking upwards as he tries to even his choppy breath. You pull a handful of tissues out of the box on the corner of your desk, handing him a few which he gladly wipes over his drenched member. You sigh in content, head leaning back as you regulate your own breathing.

Bakugou makes you jump in surprise as he runs a new tissue along your torso, cleaning up his mess. You eye him playfully, secretly relishing in the way he is so considerate. He shuffles back a step like he can feel you appreciating his uncharacteristically caring actions, tugging up his underwear and tucking himself in with a smug grin on his lips.

“It was pretty good,” you say casually, sliding off the desk and pausing as your still-tingling core shifts, making you realize how tender you already are.

Bakugou rolls his eyes, handing you your costume from the floor. You snatch it out of his grasp condescendingly, glaring at him as you step into the leotard with quivering legs. “Pretty good?” he barks, eyeing your slow movements. “You’re still shaking, Princess.”

You shoot a glare at him, arms slipping into your costume and tucking your breasts away from his lingering eyes. “Fuck you.”

“You just did.” He replies smugly, and you ponder relieving the sudden urge you have to slap the look off his face.

“Whatever, Boom-Boy,” you quip, zipping up the side of your suit.

Bakugou chortles as he pulls on his shirt, fastening the loops around his thighs. “By the way,” he looks sideways at you with a smirk. “You came first, so I won.”

“You were, like, ten seconds behind me,” you scoff.

“After you, nonetheless,” he almost chirps, savoring in the irritation visibly building in you. He slips on his gloves, sliding his arms into his grenade-looking arm pieces. “Do I get a prize, Princess?”

You glance at his suggestive crimson eyes, pondering the idea of it. “You can choose the place next time,” you wink at him, clipping the belt on your waist with finality.

He seems pleased with the answer, his smirk widening as he steps closer to you. Your fingers pinch the bottom of his mask, dragging the material down to its correct location over his eyes. He shamelessly allows his gaze to rove over your body, recalling how tight and needy you’d been just minutes ago.

“Next time, I’m gonna make you beg,” he warns, opening the door and slipping through, seductive gaze locking with yours. “Can’t wait ‘til then, Y/H/N.”

And after that, working together became a whole lot easier.

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vixenpen · 4 years

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Could i maybe get 26 and/or 40 w my bakubae?

Bakugo x GN Reader (prompt)

He was teasing you. Hoping you would break.

Bakugo was in the living room getting ready to go to the agency. Which required him to be clad in the skin tight black and orange spandex body suit that hugged every rock hard muscle and contour of his perfectly sculpted body. It didn’t help that his mask was pushed back through his ashen hair showing off those impeccable cheekbones and blood red eyes that were cut towards you slyly, an annoyingly sexy smirk on his face.

You rolled your eyes before turning back to your laptop.

“I’m bout to head out, babe.”

“Ok?”

“Might be a late night before I get back...”

“You comin’ to a point?”

“Come on, y/n, you’re really gonna hold a grudge over me?”

“Hold a grudge? Hold a grudge?!” You slammed your laptop closed. “Maybe if you would just fucking apologize, I wouldn’t still be mad!” You exploded.

“I fucking did apologize!”

“Cooking my favorite foods all day and buying me chocolates is not an apology, Katsuki! I need you to tell me what you did wrong and promise me it won’t happen again.”

You put your hands on your hips and glared at him from across the room.

“Hey! Aren’t you the one always going on about fucking ‘communication styles?’ Well, that’s my style babe. Im a show don’t tell kinda guy.”

You released a burdened sigh.

“Go to work, Katsuki.” You turned back to your laptop to resume your work.

A stretch of silence followed, and you assumed Bakugo was, for once, going to do what you told him to and leave.

“Come here.” He commanded, his voice hard.

“Who the fuck do you think you’re-“ the smart response died on your tongue as you observed the very sizable bulge in his tight pants, and the lustful look in his eyes.

You licked your lips as you watched the outlined head of it twitch. Oh god, how you wanted to be strong, but good lord...the two of you hadn’t fucked in days since your argument, and you’d be lying if you didn’t say it was affecting you more than you cared to admit.

So against your better judgement, you stood up, huffily, and shuffled towards your boyfriend.

He grabbed your crossed arms and wrapped them around his waist. His large hands traced your back and stopped at your ass. He pulled you closer giving an up close and personal feel of his erection.

The look he gave you was so earnest, you couldn’t help but soften a bit.

“I’m sorry. Let me show you how sorry I am...please...”

Moments later, Bakugo was tongue teasing your sex, his mouth and hands working you towards your second orgasm.

Your back was arched off the couch, a throw pillow tugged over your face muffling your screams of pleasure.

Bakugo’s red eyes were fixed on you. Your beautiful body writhing for him. It was making him even harder.

“God, I missed you, sweetness.” He sighed against your sex.

“You taste like fuckin’ candy.”

#bnha imagines #bnha headcanons #mha headcanons #bakugo katsuki #katsuki bakugo x reader #bnha #my hero fanfic #bnha scenarios #bnha smut #black women writers #ground zero #mha smut #mha fanfiction #smut prompts

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tetsurouskuro · 4 years

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°˖✧MASTERLIST✧˖°

Info/rules

POSTED 25TH MAY 2020 | UPDATED 29th MAY 2021

I mainly write for kuroo tetsurou & bokuto koutarou for haikyuu!! and bakugou katsuki & todoroki shouto for the bnha fandom! if I do write for any other character, please bear in mind that I may get their personality and other stuff wrong.

For NSFW content, I only write where the characters are aged up (18+). MINORS DO NOT INTERACT

Reader is always female as I am not comfortable with writing anything else.

I put my free time into writing these stories, so please do NOT repost my work without my permission. I only post my work on Tumblr so if you recognize my work elsewhere, please do not hesitate to message me.

Lastly, english is not my mother tongue so there might be some errors in my writing..

a - angst // f - fluff // x - nsfw

HAIKYUU!!

— k. tetsurou

‣ the equipment room - kuroo fucks you in the equipment room [ f, x ]

‣ sweet temptations - haikyuu!! mafia!au where kuroo and you are bosses from respective clans [ x ]

‣ fire in his eyes - you and kuroo are childhood friends and end up sleeping with each other [ f, x ]

— b. koutarou

‣ lose somebody - you’re fwb with bokuto, you confess to him [ a, f, x ]

‣ reunion - high school reunion where your ex, bokuto fucks you in your old classroom [ f, x ]

— o. tooru

‣ jealousy - you get jealous [ a, f, x ]

— a. keiji

‣ heavenly sentinel - akaashi returns to you after being away for 10 years [ f, x ]

— m. atsumu

‣ infidelity - you take Atsumu to bed one last time [ a, x ]

BOKU NO HERO ACADEMIA

— b. katsuki

‣ dying - you’re dying [ a ]

‣ stockholm syndrome - you’re kidnapped by bakugou and fall in love with him [ x ]

‣ jealous passion - angry, jealous and possessive sex with bakugou in a dark alley [ x ]

— t. shouto

‣ close - college au where he’s a fuckboy [ x ]

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the-lady-writes-what · 4 years

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Nightclub, Hero Edition

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Post-break-up partying isn’t really your style, but when your friends drag you out to the nightclub, you don’t really have much of a say. You’re standing in line waiting to get in when a shiny sports car pulls up. Who should get out but Ground Zero and Mind Jack. The underground hero, Mind Jack (Hitoshi Shinsou), spots you in the crowd and keeps his eye on you all night. Evidently, so does his friend, Katsuki Bakugo. After a surprise run in with your ex, Neito Monoma, Hitoshi and Katsuki show off to Monoma how the two of them together can please you better than he ever could.

Katsuki Bakugo and Hitoshi Shinsou x Reader

All minor characters are aged up. I do not write minor x adult fiction.

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Contents: public sex, voyeurism, threesome, fingering, light hair pulling, praise kink, double penetration, overstimulation

“The hell you mean, you can’t go?” Katsuki glared at his friend.

His fists clenched at his sides. One day out of the week out of the entire month. He had one night to blow off some steam, and there was nobody who could back him up. Eijiro nervously rubbed the back of his neck.

“Look, man, I’d love to, but I already made plans. Maybe you could find another wingman?”

“What’d you say? You think I’m gonna take some shitty extra with me on my one night off? I bust my balls every damn day for this freakin’ city, and I can’t even get my best wingman with me?”

Pro-hero work wasn’t what he expected it to be. Sure, he had the money, the clout, and the entourage of girls (and sometimes dudes) who fought each other for a millisecond of his time.

“Mina’s been planin’ this thing for weeks now. I can’t just back out now,” said Eijiro.

Katsuki’s eyes flitted to someone else in the group. Denki felt the immediate power of Katsuki’s anger in one glance. Denki threw his hands up in that universal sign of surrender.

“Don’t look at me, dude. I’m on duty that night. Besides, maybe if you weren’t into kinky shit—”

Katsuki slammed his palm on the table. A silent threat to blow it up. His face screwed up into that gremlin mask he wore when he was extra obnoxious. But at a closer look, one could barely see the tinge of red in his cheeks.

“When I need your opinion, Spark Plug, I’ll ask for it!” Katsuki grabbed his drink and started angrily draining it as he slouched in his chair.

“What if I called Shinsou?” Denki offered.

“Why’d I do a stupid thing like that?”

“Because you’d be surprised about how much you and Shinsou have in common?” Denki was already scrolling through his phone as if looking for something. “He doesn’t patrol on Saturdays, and he’s single. What’s the worse thing that could happen?”

Katsuki growled while Denki texted. Denki’s phone pinged every time Shinsou sent a response. Denki put his phone into Katsuki’s face.

“See? Looks like he’s down for it!”

Katsuki swatted Denki’s hand away. Chewing on his straw, he was forced to choke down his pride. He had only a few words with Shinsou, and he didn’t like the guy. He didn’t like many people either, but did he have much a choice if everybody else was bailing on him? It wasn’t as much fun all by oneself.

“J-Just, tell him to meet me at Supernova. Nine o’clock sharp, and he better not show up in a shitty outfit either.”

This outfit wasn’t your idea. Your friends put you in those skimpy little jean shorts and a pink midriff-baring top just as they put you up to come out tonight. You’d rather watch Netflix in bed wearing a comfy hoodie. Would you be stuffing your face with your favorite ice cream? Yes. Going out to nightclubs with your girlfriends and drinking away, your sorrows wasn’t usually how to get over a break-up. You are a fully grown woman and wanted to decide how best to get over a two-year-long relationship. You really should have thought of that before you got friends.

Two of the four girls dragging out into the night after dollying you up were already tipsy. Pre-game partying, they call it. You’d literally rather be anywhere but out tonight.

The five of you wait in line for fifteen minutes waiting to get in. A flashy red car pulls up and parks. You watch with scrutinizing eyes who steps out. Camera phones are flashing in the vehicle’s direction as soon as the passengers exit. You recognized the blonde by his scowl. Ground Zero. But the other one? You have no idea. He looks like the underground hero, Mind Jack, but since there were so few pictures of him on the internet, you couldn’t be sure. Fangirls screamed and pressed against the velvet ropes as the gentlemen sauntered up to the front of the line. You craned your next in time to see Bakugo flash a VIP pass, which permitted him and his friend early entrance into the nightclub. Just before they went in, Mind Jack looked down the line of those waiting before his eyes landed on you. You flush red as he glanced at you and gave you a knowing smirk. Mind Jack quickly followed behind Bakugo into the nightclub.

Your friends stared and asked incessant questions. They had less of an idea who Bakugo was bringing with him, but they all seemed to agree that he was hot. You couldn’t deny the butterflies fluttering in your stomach. There was something about his penetrating glance that made your insides warm and fuzzy.

You were to wait another twenty minutes before even getting inside to find out why you caught his attention. Half your friends went to the bar while the other half tried to drag you out onto the dance floor. You barely managed to escape and find your own secluded spot at the bar where your other friends couldn’t see you. Your only drink for the night was going to be that bottle of beer, and that was it. Exciting, no, but you planned to arrive home mostly sober enough to binge watch that new romantic comedy until daybreak and avoid going home with a complete stranger. Anonymous sex just wasn’t your type of post-break-up healing routine.

You stood against the wall watching other people have their fun. The music was something you could probably dance to, but maybe after you finished sipping your beer. As you scrolled through your social media after becoming bored with people-watching, you suddenly looked up. You could not escape the sensation of someone watching you. You glanced around the nightclub in a panic then settled on the cause of your anxiety. Indigo eyes were eating you up from across the dance floor. He was seated in a VIP lounge with Bakugo. His friend seemed more interested in talking than he was, which suited him just fine as it allowed him to stare at you.

A shiver ran down your spine. Mind Jack couldn’t want anything from you, could he? You thought about all the girls your ex-boyfriend compared you to. You were too prudish, and when you did have sex, you weren’t all that adventurous. You wanted to like sex just like everybody else did. Whether it was you or your partners, you couldn’t tell. You sipped your beer, chiding yourself.

This is a mistake. I should just check out and go home.

You almost turned to find one of your friends when Mind Jack caught your eye again. You glanced up at him to see Mind Jack whispering something to Bakugo. He had his hand cupping his mouth so you couldn’t tell what he was saying. Not that it made a difference at any rate with the club’s pulsing, beating music thrumming in your ears. To your shock, Bakugo turned his red eyes towards you.

You couldn’t help swallowing hard and downed the rest of your drink. You thought it best to sneak away and grab one of your friends before you did something silly and out of character. You tiptoed unto the dance floor, brushing past gyrating, sweating bodies. Two of your friends joined the others dancing and didn’t even hear you calling out to them. A pair of strong hands reached out and touched your waist.

“At least let me talk to you before you start running for the hills.” A voice said next to your ears.

You gulped again. You never heard this voice before but felt its timber shoot pleasure all the way down your spine. You felt the warmth of his body pressing against you.

“Um,” you licked your lips. “I’ve never done this before. I-I don’t really go out to clubs.”

“Relax. I’m not going to bite.” The stranger spun you around to face him.

You faced those indigo eyes up close and personal. This close, you could see the dark shadows beneath his eyes. He was pale beneath the strobe lights.

“Unless you’re into that sort of thing,” he chuckled.

“Are you, are you at least going to give me a name before you try to dance with me?” You stammered.

“Mind Jack, but you can call me Hitoshi.”

“Is it safe for you to give me your real name? Being an underground hero and all?” You asked.

“Let’s just say I’m very comfortable getting to you. How about you give me your name, or else I’ll start calling you kitty.”

Your face turned beet red, and it wasn’t because of the alcohol you just finished off. Shinsou pulled you close to him so that your bodies pressed together.

“Y-Y/N L/N. I’m Y/N L/N.”

“Well, L/N, can I have this dance?”

“S-Sure,” you answered.

Hitoshi lowered his hands to your hips and looked for permission. You laced your arms on his shoulders and nodded. Throughout the first song, you apologized for not knowing how to dance and stepping on his toes. Hitoshi squeezed your hips, and you couldn’t deny how his hand felt on you. Your lower belly was full of butterflies at this point. You wondered if a single bottle was all it took to make you lose all inhibitions. You were lost in your own thoughts as well as Shinsou’s burning gaze when a voice pulled you out of your reverie.

“Mind if I cut in?”

You knew that voice. It couldn’t be. Could it?

You were spun around landed in the chest of none other than Katsuki Bakugo, Ground Zero himself. Your face turned a brighter shade of red. Your body moved parallel to his as the music pulsed in your ears. Katsuki’s hands wandered to your lower back and hip as he pulled you close. He leaned his head towards your neck. His warm breath ghosted over your skin, giving rise to goosebumps. Your heart fluttered in your chest. Your nails dug into his shoulders as if begging him to stop or continue; you could no longer tell at this point.

Another set of hands pulled you away or tried to. Katsuki’s hold on you was too strong to remove you entirely away from him. Hitoshi appeared behind you. His hand reached behind the back of your neck and turned your face towards his. Katsuki kissed the juncture of where your shoulder met your neck while Hitoshi claimed your lips. You moaned at the dual sensation of two men kissing different parts of you at the same time. Your legs instantly turned into Jell-O. If not for the set of hands holding you up, it would be easy for your legs to give out from beneath you and make you collapse on the floor. Alcohol officially had nothing to do with you making out with one pro-hero while another kissed your neck. Hitoshi ran his tongue along your bottom lip, silently asking for permission for entrance. Slowly, you opened your mouth to permit him. Hands ran up and down your torso and the top of your thighs. Between them, you were gripped, groped, and caressed in ways at your ex would have never. You became lost in the flavor of Hitoshi when you heard a deriding laugh even above the pounding music.

You didn’t realize that you closed your eyes the moment Hitoshi started kissing you. When you opened them again, standing before you with a sneer on his face was your ex-boyfriend, Neito Monoma. His arms were crossed over his chest as he looked at you stuck between two men.

“It’s been less than what? A week? Couldn’t decide which one, so you decide to be a slut with both of them?” Said Neito.

“Hey, Monoma,” said Hitoshi.

“Wh—”

He stupidly fell right into Hitoshi’s trap. Neito stood there dumbly in the middle of the dance floor with that vacant stare.

“Monoma, stand there and watch us please your former girlfriend better than you could.”

Katsuki chuckled against your skin. “Yeah, ya damn extra. Stand over there with that dumb, shitty look on your face.”

Katsuki’s hand slipped into your shorts. With everyone drunk and dancing and the lights pulsating, the dimly lit nightclub gave him plenty of coverage. His fingers quickly found your clit. You shivered when Katsuki began to work you into a fit. Your back arched forward, but Hitoshi’s arm snaked around your stomach to keep you close to him. Hitoshi’s lips graced your neck, kissing and sucking at your skin. Katsuki picked up the pace of his fingers to match the fast beat of the music drumming in your ears. Your gaze fixed on Monoma, who could do nothing.

Katsuki slammed his mouth on yours while the rough pace of his fingers never faltered. You moaned against him as his tongue viciously, hungrily explored your mouth. Hitoshi secreted his hand beneath your shirt and cupped your breast through your bra. The sensations made you forget that you were in the middle of a nightclub dance floor. Your back arched like a bow. Your eyes closed and screwed tight as Katsuki brought you over the edge. You moaned into his mouth with your hands, reaching for his hair and pulling hard. Your hips bucked against him as the waves of pleasure crashed into you. When you finally came down from your high, Hitoshi helped support you against his firm chest. Katsuki slowly pulled away. He and Hitoshi quickly rearranged your clothes to make you look as inconspicuous as possible. That was a little easier said than done with your completely blissed out face and the thin sheen of sweat covering your body.

“Hey, Kitty,” said Hitoshi. He whispered next to your ear. “Wanna take this party elsewhere?”

You glanced at Monoma. He was set free from Hitoshi’s quirk, but he still stood there. His face was red. Looking down, evidence of his arousal embarrassingly stood out like a sore thumb. Monoma gave you one final sneer before running off.

Whether to hide his hard-on or take care of it, you didn’t care to know.

“Who’s place?” You asked hoarsely.

You had your arm on Hitoshi’s back, and he put his hand on your shoulder. You walked out of the club like that with Katsuki leading the way. You quickly sent a text to your friends that you met somebody. Judging by how many people were staring at your exit, it was safe to say that they would have figured out who you were going out within no time at all.

Hitoshi rode in the back with you while Katsuki drove. Five minutes into the car ride, Hitoshi worked the button off your shorts and wriggled his hand inside. He kissed you fiercely, occasionally looking into the rearview mirror to glance at Katsuki. What was he doing egging Katsuki on? Katsuki shifted in the driver’s seat with each passing glance at you and Hitoshi fooling around in the back of his car.

Hitoshi’s fingers weren’t as thick and calloused as Katsuki’s, but the slim fingers felt too damn good. You were moaning into Hitoshi’s kiss. You reached up and pulled his hair as he slipped his fingers into your panties and between your slick folds. He pumped his fingers slowly, at first, inside of your slit. One finger, then two, and as soon as you were a proper mess for him, Hitoshi added a third. He broke away from the kiss to watch you ride his fingers.

Your sensitive body jolted with every thrust of his fingers. Your hips bucked into his hand, and you rode him until you saw stars. Katsuki pulled into the driveway of his miniature mansion, opened the garage door, and pulled in. The car was secured, and the door closed. He turned off the radio. The wet squelching your cunt made taking three of Hitoshi’s fingers filled the car. You hadn’t even realized that the car had been turned off. Katsuki shifted in the driver’s seat to get a good look at you.

“Come for me.” Hitoshi kissed your ear.

You obeyed. It didn’t take much to have you coming again. Drool seeped out of the corner of your mouth as your inner walls clenched around his fingers. Hitoshi pulled out slowly. He gave his index finger a long suck, humming as he enjoyed the taste of you.

“How does she taste?” Asked Katsuki.

“So good. I can’t wait to taste the rest of her.”

Hitoshi helped you out of the car and carried you up to Katsuki’s bedroom. Even in your delirium, Katsuki’s bed appeared bigger than it needed to be. He laid you out on the pillows, hair fanning the silk and goose feathers. Your shoes were taken off but not the rest of your attire. You sat up a little as Katsuki and Hitoshi slowly pulled off their clothes. They climbed in bed with you completely naked.

Just like before, you were pressed between them. Hot hands and nimble fingers worked under your clothes, caressed your skin, and gave you goosebumps. Katsuki and Hitoshi took turns kissing your lips until you couldn’t tell whose tongue was shoved down your throat. Your outfit was simple enough and easy to remove. Piece by piece, it was all taken away and thrown into some unknown corner of the room. Your nipples were pinched until they looked more like rosebuds. On your breasts, neck, and shoulders bloomed dark bruises. You sighed into their touches, kisses, and love bites.

Hitoshi slipped his slender fingers back into you and teased your hot, wet slit. Warmth pooled inside your lower belly. He pumped his fingers slowly in and out.

“Fuck, she’s soaked down here.” Hitoshi sucked your neck. “I don’t think she can take much more of this.”

You shook your head in agreement. Your brain was fuzzy with lust and anticipation. You came twice already and just with their fingers. How much better would it feel with their cocks? Those turgid members pressed against your lower back and your stomach. You felt the ridges of each, and the hard lengths made your wall clench. This felt wrong, taking two men at once, but so, so right.

“God, please fuck me. One or the other, both, I don’t care. I can’t pick, just please somebody fuck me!” You begged.

Katsuki kissed you hard. He stole your breath away, and only when it seemed that he took more than your breath, he released you, licking your lips.

“I love a girl who knows what she wants.”

He pulled away to settle down on the pillows and leaned against the headboard. Katsuki curled his finger towards you in a ‘come hither’ motion. You crawled on the bed up to him. Katsuki’s hands seized your hips and forced you to straddle his hips. His thick, rigid member protruded against the crack of your ass. Hitoshi wasn’t far behind. The mattress dipped under his weight as he crawled behind you. His hands reached in front of you and groped your breasts.

“Ever had two cocks at the same time?” Asked Katsuki.

Your mind was too focused on Hitoshi’s experienced hands playing with your breasts and pulling your nipples taut. All you could do was shake your head. You couldn’t help but feel a little naïve with the two men who obviously had more experience than you.

“Then you’re in for a treat. Come here, princess.”

Katsuki pushed you back slightly and lifted you up. You were placed over his cock before letting you sink slowly unto it. The ridges and veins of his cock brushed against your walls to create even more slick. The entrance was painless despite his size and his length almost brushing your cervix. You straddled Katsuki’s hips with his cock buried deep. Your cunt felt so full that you were left in awe and your jaw hitting the ground. Katsuki grabbed your arms to pull you flush on top of him, your soft breasts against his hard muscles.

He kissed you again, this time distracting you from Hitoshi pressing behind you. You squeaked when felt the blunt end of Hitoshi’s cock press against your already stuffed entrance. His fingers squeezed inside and pumped. You cried out as you were slowly spread open wider. Hitoshi pushed and pushed his cock inside of your walls until there was no more room for even a pinky finger.

You moaned into Katsuki’s chest. Unceasingly, your cries filled the room—pain mixed with the pleasure which made you drool. Hitoshi tried to pull out, but you groped behind you and found his hand.

“Gimme, gimme a minute. It feels…so good,” you whined.

Both of them allowed you several minutes to adjust to their cocks being inside of your cunt at the same time. Somewhere in the middle of waiting for you, one of them started petting your head like you were a cat. You couldn’t but mewl like one as you tried to move your hips stuffed full.

“You ready, princess? You sure about that? Because once I start, I’m not fucking finishing until I’ve got my cum spilling out of you.”

Katsuki bucked his hips upwards. You gasped, and your eyes flew wide open. Hitoshi moved forward. The tight fit of those two made you sit up slightly and grab the headboard. Your knuckles turned bone-white with how hard you gripped the carved wood. Hitoshi and Katsuki moved in tandem with each other. Katsuki’s rough hands palmed your breasts. His groping was harsher than Hitoshi’s, but you liked the feel of being so nicely abused like this. His teeth grated your stiff nipples. Katsuki pulled one into his mouth and sucked hard.

You tossed your head back. Hitoshi’s hands ran up and down your sides and all the way down your thighs. He grunted against your shoulder, murmuring how tight and wet you were for them. Grabbing some part of you, they began moving faster within you. Tears and sweat comingled on your face as you rode them both. Your ships could barely keep up with their powerful thrusts sending you into heaven. You clung to the headboard for dear life.

The sound of wet flesh slamming together resounded in your ears along with their compliments. Never had you heard such lewd things whispered or shouted at you in the heat of passion.

“There you go, Y/N. Just like that. Taking it like a pro,” said Hitoshi as he nibbled your ear. “Your first time too, I’m honored, kitty.”

Katsuki stopped suckling on your breasts long enough to groan himself. He played with your tits some more and pumped himself harder into you. His hot length reaches your cervix, making you scream.

“Oh, fuck, yeah. I love all those pretty sounds you make,” Katsuki grunted.

You couldn’t speak. At least, nothing that would be comprehensible. Words came out as a garbled mess. Your vocal cords were more preoccupied with moaning and screaming as you were rammed in both directions. Your hips moved faster. You were no longer in control of your own body, but it moved towards one goal without you. Hitoshi and Katsuki matched your speed then surpassed it. They both gripped your hips to pin them down and take full control.

“Be a good girl and let us finish you off, okay?” Said Hitoshi, and he pecked your cheek.

“Let us take care of you like a good slutty princess that you are,” said Katsuki, bruising your hips while Hitoshi grabbed your thighs.

You didn’t move but allowed them to do what they pleased. You were pressed, squeezed, and bounced on their cocks with more enthusiasm than you thought they could muster. An erratic pace was set until both of their cockheads brushed against that secret spot inside your body. You couldn’t tell which one came first, but the result was the same. As ropes of cum filled your insides, you basked the warmth of it. Searing white-hot pleasure speared down your back, reached down into your lower belly, and exploded. You could bare scream as your walls clenched around the two cocks.

Hitoshi kissed your shoulders as he pulled out with all gentleness in mind. “Very good. Yeah, just like that. Good job,” he praised.

Katsuki carefully did the same. You hissed at the emptiness after having been stretched so wide that your womb might burst. Slick cum seeped out of your cunt just like Katsuki promised. Hitoshi fetched a glass of water, and he and Katsuki helped you drink it without spilling it all over your front.

“Drink slowly, dumbass. You don’t want to make yourself sick, do you?” Katsuki griped.

After such rigorous activities, it was no wonder that all three of you landed in a sweaty yet sated pile on Katsuki’s enormous bed. Silken covers were pulled over you, while your eyelids drooped closed. Two sets of arms snaked around your waist. You were too tired to tell the boys to share. There was plenty of you to go around.

“In other news, pro-hero Ground Zero is once again under fire for yet another controversy. He was seen at the nightclub Supernova, arriving with underground hero Mind Jack. Ground Zero and Mind Jack were seen by witnesses dancing with a young woman. Some witnesses state that Ground Zero put his hand inside the woman’s clothing and performed an explicit act with her in the middle of the dance floor…”

Retired UA professor, Shouta Aizawa, stopped listening to the news report. He pinched the bridge of his nose while he wondered what he had done in a former life to deserve this.

“Goddamit,” he sighed.

—080—

EDIT: I realized just before posting there is one small continuity problem. Bakugo told Kaminari to tell Shinsou to meet him at the nightclub, but I wrote that they arrive together in Bakugo’s car. It’s going to stay like that because I’ve been trying to write this thing for hours and I’m too lazy to worry about something like that. Forgive me. Let’s just pretend that Shinsou has a car break down or something.Also, I wouldn’t necessarily label this as Bakugo x Reader x Shinsou, as that implies Bakugo x Shinsou. Not that there’s anything wrong with that ship, but I feel like they’re both Dom’s in the fan fiction canon. I’d have to see or write more interactions with them before labeling an entire chapter as previously stated. That being said, you can interpret it as polyamory anyway. I’m not going to be mad if you do.

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frustratedpotatowriter · 5 years

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Explosive warmth

Ground Zero ¦ Bakugo Katsuki x Reader

GENRE: Smut. Fanfic. 18+. Aged up characters

WARNINGS: Smut, sex, cursing.

EXPLICIT CONTENT - READ AT YOUR OWN RISK

This is my first fanfic post. I hesitated on posting this, but here we go. Hope you like it. 😊

P.S This was originally a bakugo x original character because I like writing with names, but I changed it to bakugo x reader. Sorry for unchanged pronouns/grammar errors.

Please do not copy/plagiarize. Lovelots.💟

You took the coffee from the server's hands, thanked him, and rushed out the door.

You entered the company and went straight to the elevator, a few good mornings was thrown back and forth

You went straight to Ground Zero's office and placed the coffee on his table, exited the office, went to the bathroom and looked at yourself.

You pulled your sleeves, removed some hair covering your face.

The rush was intense this morning.

You went back to your designated desk and checked his schedule for today.

He is supposed to appear on an interview with Deku.

You sighed. He yells everytime you bring this one up.

Suddenly, you heard some explosions coming from Bakugo's office.

"God fucking dammit! Y/N!" You immediately stood up and went for his door, knocked three times before entering.

"Yes?" You asked standing in front of him.

"That shitty hair is gonna come here today." You nodded.

You just cant help but stare at him, his muscles evident on his shirt. His sweatpants exposing the slight bulge.

"Hey?! Are you listening?!" You snapped back to reality when you heard him yell.

"O-Okay, I'll be sure to serve him tea later." He glared at you, and you smiled at him.

"By the way, the interview with Deku today-"

"Goddamit! I fucking told you to cancel that shit! Im not going to have an interview together with that fucking nerd!"

"Yes, you told me that, but I also told you that Im not gonna cancel this one anymore because its already the third time this month, that you want an interview with the number one hero, cancelled. So, I'll be accompanying you later. Dont worry."

He growled at you. "Who the fuck is the boss here?!"

"You, of course." Beaming a smile at him. "We'll be leaving by 4pm, Sir. So, if there's nothing else, I'll be leaving now." You turned around to leave. You hear him muttering curses and shuffling around, you just chuckled and headed for the door.

"Goddammit. Y/N." You turned around once again when you did, a pair of something soft touch your lips.

He kissed you roughly and you responded immediately. Your hands wrapped around his neck and his are placed on your waist.

The couple of you were so deep in the kiss when knocks on the door disturbed your heated rendezvouz

Both of you let go, catching breaths.

"I-I'll check it out." You manage to utter. Suppresing the whine of having to stop. You fixed your ruffled blouse, opened the door and saw Red riot smiling outside.

"Whats up?! Is bakugo there?" You just nodded.

"Red riot's here." When your head turned around he is already on the couch looking pissed.

You let Red riot in and asked him to sit on the opposite couch where bakugo is sitting.

"Hey! Whats with the face?" Red riot asked.

"You're an idiot. You fucking bastard!" You chuckled at his response.

You went to the counter behind the couch where Red riot's sitting to prepare tea.

They were talking about Hero work, well. Red riot is talking about hero work and Ground Zero's just staying silent.

"Hey. Bakugo. You know. You should try dating already!"You felt your ear throbbed when you heard that, you even stopped moving to see if he's gonna answer.

A few seconds passed by.

"Dating doesn't sound too bad." For some odd reason, his response made your heart skip a few beats.

You took a deep breath and brought the tea to them.

"Mmmm! This is really good Y/N."

"Thank you, Red riot."

"You can call me Eijiro when we're alone!" He took another sip of tea.

"You know, I cant believe that you're gonna last as bakugo's secretary. You're so sweet and bakugo's just-"

"Stop talking there you idiot! Dont give her any ideas!" You just chuckled and shook your head.

You just slipped back to the counter to clean up.

"You should leave now!"

"What?! Why?"

"Leave now or I'll blast you off the roof!"

"Fine! fine! Thanks for the tea again, Y/N!" You paid a look at Eijiro who is now on the door waving goodbye.

"Bye eijiro!"

"What the fuck?!" You jumped when Ground Zero appeared behind you and yelled.

"What is it?"

"Why're you calling that Idiot Eijiro?!" You frowned.

"Because he said so?" You responded, not sure why he is acting all weird about it.

"Then I command you to call me Katsuki too!" shocked is the appropriate word to describe how you feel when he snapped.

"O-okay, K-kat-su-ki." You felt your cheeks blush, its the first time you called him his first name.

"Its KATSUKI! The fuck are you stuttering for?! You just called that idiot Eijiro!" You blinked a few times while staring at him.

Is he somehow jealous?

"You're being cute." You told him.

"The fuck is being cu-"He was cut off when you pulled his collar and kissed his lips.

You heard and felt him mutter idiot while you kiss but did not pay anymore attention to that and just continued enjoying his lips.

He let go of the kiss and pulled you by the wrist. He pushed you on the couch.

He smirked, and damn, he is hot.

You looked into his eyes and it was those of a predator ready devour its prey, which is YOU.

That thought brought a chill down your spine, out of excitement.

He then kissed your lips again, not too long though. His kisses travel down to your neck almost immediately.

He nibbled and sucked, and you're sure it left a mark there again.You're gonna have to conceal that again..

You felt a grasp on your left breast which made you moan. He started to unbutton your blouse impatiently, complaining that its taking too long, so you helped him.

When its finished, he immediately took it off. He took no more than 5 seconds to remove your bra next.

He kissed your cleavage and proceeded in licking your left nipple.

You moaned when he started sucking on it aggressively, your back arched, feeling more and more sensitive to his touch.

His right hand went roaming further down when you felt his finger touch your sensitive part.

You bit your lips as the thin clothing between you and his finger felt so rough.

"T-touch me more, please." You uttered, eager to feel more of him.

He stopped suckling your nipple and went back to face you. He claimed your lips once more as he slipped off your underwear.

You then, touched the hem of his shirt before pulling it up, he continued removing it for you.

His muscles are defined,you thought. Tracing down his abs with your finger.

When you reached his sweatpants, you pulled the string and looked at him.

He's staring at you intently, you pulled his arm to get him even closer.

"I want you inside me, Katsuki."

"Godammit!" As if the tiny string thats been holding him back popped, he flipped you over.

With no warnings, he slammed his cock inside you. It made you moan loud. You held on to the sofa while he's coming in and out of your castle.

Your walls are embracing his cock very well and he lives for it.

"You're so fucking wet!" You bit your lower lip, getting turned on by his grunts and moans.

""K-katsuki! You feel so good inside me!"

"Yeah? Whose cock can make you feel this good?"

"Y-yours katsuki! Only yours!" You screamed, head is spinning because of the sensation he's making you feel with every thrust.

"Damn right!" His pace fasten as you felt a familiar build up.

"I-I'm close!"

"M-me too. im gonna cum inside you!" My eyes widen when he said that.

"W-wait! I might- ah! get pregnant katsuki!"

"Yeah? Then get pregnant with my child!Ah! fuck!"

"Katsuki!" You called his name out as you felt a blissful release.

"Y/N!" Not a moment later you felt katsuki's seeds spilling inside your walls.

You felt his hand arounf your waist, embracing you.

You rested on that position for a minute then and both sat down on the couch.

He placed his arm around your shoulder as you rested on his chest.

You stayed silent for a few minutes.

"We should start going out together." You shot my eyes up at him, looking shocked.

"What? Dont you dare tell me that you just want to be fuck buddies?!" You laughed, he really panicked.

"Take me out on a dinner first." You answered, sticking your tongue out to tease him.

"Fine. whatever." You smiled and rested on his chest again.

"But not tonight, you have the interview and you said your mother asked you out tonight." I said, circling my fingers in his chest.

He grunted but did not protest anymore. You smiled again.Still can't believe he's asking you out.

"Stop blushing!" He yelled. You looked up at him again, and he should talk. His cheeks are deep red.

You just shook your head and chuckled.

EDIT: Part two can be found here

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