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shorkbrian · 3 years

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Babysitter

Prelude - I do not understand how some people get turned on by spanking, but I still respect that kink. I could never lol I just think back to the days where I got spanked so hard I’d pass out or the wooden spoon would break haha.

Pairing - Bakugou Katsuki X Reader

Prompt - idk I just thought of babysitters being so flipping like “Im in charge here” and stupid and I feel like Bakugou would enjoy babysitting like someone just a few years younger than him cause he’d get such a rush of power.

Warnings - NSFW, abuse of power, noncon, spanking, degradation, slight misogyny. slight masochism?

Music - https://open.spotify.com/track/5E30LdtzQTGqRvNd7l6kG5?si=IG4WgPeSQf2_UzyLXMWR7g

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Your mom was overbearing.

Here you were, a full-grown adult, and your mom was yelling her thanks to your “babysitter” as she rushed out the door.

You knew she was a bit protective, a bit hyper-vigilant and akin to a helicopter parent. But it was hard to be mad at her for it, not ever since dad had divorced her. She was terrified of something happening to you, of loosing the last thing in her life that she cared about.

Still, it was hard not to feel a little bubble of irritation in your throat as you watched your “babysitter” wave to her as she climbed in her car. You didn’t need a babysitter, not at your age. And you especially didn’t need the gruff, surly man that had lived in the house across the street as your babysitter. You could take care of yourself, thank you very much.

And how come your mom didn’t trust you by yourself, but somehow trusted this Mr. Grumpypants that you had met a total of zero times. You had seen him once, when your mom’s car had broken down at her job and you had to go pick her up.

You hadn’t minded, rolling up to the curb to see your mother animatedly talking to some blonde man with a stick shoved up his ass, his handsome face grimacing like he just sucked on a lemon dipped in hot sauce. Apparently she worked with him, the younger man a security guard for the complex her office was located in. You watched as his bored red eyes slid from your mother, over to you through the car window, his brow furrowing. The bored look had disappeared, and he regarded you with… curiosity? Contempt? It was hard to tell what emotion was hidden behind his eyes, underlaid so strongly with irritation and anger.

Mom had gushed about him all the way home, telling you details you didn’t really care about. His name was Bakugou Katsuki, he was single, 27, and wouldn’t you know - he lived right across the street!

Well, if she trusted him, you guess you should too. Didn’t mean you had to like it though.

And you didn’t, huffing as Bakugou closed the door and you turned back to your game, mashing buttons and sitting forward as you tried to beat this level. It was ridiculous, your mom going over to his house a few days prior with a plate of cookies, asking the man if he wouldn’t mind coming and hanging out while she was away on some business trip. She had expressed her worry about leaving you - what if something happened while she was gone for a week? Someone could kidnap you and she wouldn’t even know until she got back!

Even when you politely reminded her that cell-phones existed, she was adamant; you were going to have someone big and strong stay in the house with you. It not only would keep potential burglars and thieves away, but it’d keep you safe, make sure you weren’t doing anything silly like staying up too late or eating too much junk food. It was embarrassing.

Some small part of you wanted to stomp your foot and whine at her, but that wouldn’t help you in trying to convince her that you were an adult. Once your mom convinced herself of something, nothing would be able to change her mind. Even when you pointed out that Bakugou was a strange man, she didn’t budge.

“I see him everyday at work!” She had pointed out. “Plus, he’s a security guard sweetie - his literal job involves keeping people safe.”

Bakugou locked the door, before glancing your way. You felt his eyes on you, but you didn’t feel like acknowledging his presence, by gracing him with conversation or any sort of interaction. The man moved on after a second, walking behind you and into the kitchen. You heard him rustle in the cupboards, the clink of glasses, then the sound of water filling a cup.

Right - your mom had kindly showed him where everything was. She had guided him through each room showed him the guest room which she had made up for his stay, even walking him through the kitchen and showing him the contents of each cupboard.

He came back into the living room with his backpack and cup full of water, settled himself down in one of the armchairs by the couch. You didn’t spare him a glance as he pulled out his laptop, threw on some glasses, and settled himself in for… well, whatever he was doing. You were just glad that the two of you didn’t have to interact with each other.

You continued playing your game, occasionally getting frustrated enough to mumble under your breath at the TV as your character died yet again. This was going to be a long week.

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You were taking a gap year after graduating, relaxing before you threw yourself into college and working. Right now, your days were spent playing games, scrolling on your phone and laughing at memes, going to the pool for hours on end, the library, bike rides, hikes… lots of activities that kept your mind and body occupied. But this week? Bakugou threw off every plan you made.

It was the second day, and you had gotten up early to go swim and goof off at the community pool for a few hours. It was fun, you could tan a little, cool off, maybe see some cute boys your age.

When you got out of the water you had two missed texts from Bakugou.

Where are you

Tell me where the fuck you went

Instead of answering, you huffed, wrapping your towel around your waist. It took maybe fifteen minutes to walk home - you’d deal with your overprotective babysitter then.

He met you at the door, throwing it open before you could even touch the handle. His face was drawn tight in a scowl, the blonde crossing his arms as soon as you stepped inside and shut the door behind you.

“Your fucking phone die? Or are you just ignoring me?”

You shook your head, irritated with how big of a deal he was making out of this. You went to the pool all the time, you weren’t going to die. “I was at the pool, chill dude.”

“Oh, I thought you just popped out to go fucking parachuting!” He spat, uncrossing his arms to gesture at your body. “I can see that you went to the pool dipshit. Why didn’t you fucking tell me, huh? You normally run off on your mom without a damn word?”

You stared at him, curious to see if he would burst a blood vessel with how worked up he was getting. He didn’t seem like someone that knew what the word “relax” meant. Bakugou probably slept all angrily, arms crossed, lips pulled into a frown, eyebrows drawn low.

“Fucking hey, earth to idiot!” Fingers snapped in front of your face, and you recoiled, glaring up at the man in front of you. Before you could open your mouth, he huffed, rubbing a hand across his forehead. “Don’t fucking go anywhere unless you run it by me, understand? I don’t need you wandering into a fucking alley and getting stabbed or some shit.”

Snorting, you moved past him, not even bothering to answer. He was an asshole. Despite what your mother thought, you weren’t a child. You knew how to take care of yourself, you didn’t need some grumpy old guy bossing you around. Said man was grinding his teeth as he watched you walk away, headed for your room. It probably annoyed the life out of him that you hadn’t answered, but he didn’t say anything.

When you finished grabbing clothes for your shower, you came out of your room to see Bakugou leaning against the wall.

“So you’re being a little spoiled princess, not even talking to me? That’s rich. You know I’m gonna be here for the next fucking week - you better make peace with that.”

“Dude, I don’t know what you want. I’m fine, I do this all the time. Just leave me be, and I’ll do the same for you.”

Bakugou grumbled something under his breath, but your skin was getting dry and tight from chlorine, so you ignored him as you slipped into the bathroom, locking the door behind you. You could hear his feet stomping away, and almost giggled at the sound. It almost seemed like he was the petulant child that needed a babysitter.

It didn’t take you long to rinse off, get all the chlorine and salt off your skin. Drying off, you quickly realized you forgot a bra when you had grabbed clothes - which was fine, you would just wrap up in your towel and waddle back to your room. Plus, the bathroom was directly opposite your room, and Bakugou wasn’t nearby, you could hear dishes rattling in the kitchen, so that wouldn’t be a problem.

And it wasn’t, not until you were in your room, door closed, towel on the floor as you rifled through your dresser drawers for the bra you really liked.

“Hey princess, do you want-“

You only heard him as he opened the door, and by that time you were scrambling to snatch your towel up around your naked body. Bakugou choked on his words, face turning a flaming red before he slammed the door shut, giving you your privacy.

Heart racing, you sat down on the floor, too embarrassed for words. That was awkward.

“Why the fuck would you grab clothes, only to come back and change in your room!??!” Bakugou yelled from the other side of the door, a decidedly angry “thump” from where he banged his fist against the door.

“I forgot something, geez! Why didn’t you bother knocking?!?” You yelled back, your own face heating up.

“Holy fucking shit, just get some fucking clothes on, asshole. I’m makin’ pancakes and shit.”

Breakfast was an awkward affair, your gaze focused firmly on the perfectly cooked food on your plate. Bakugou was glaring at you between bites, obviously fuming. He was probably just as embarrassed as you were, but at least he wasn’t trying to make small talk.

----

Bakugou doesn’t appreciate how much time you spend playing video games, and it’s only the third day. He’s grumbled about it several times already, but you aren’t hurting anybody, and there’s nothing else for you to do, so.

It seems like the only thing Bakugou is willing to do is sit nearby, glare at you condescendingly, and mutter under his breath about how you spend your time. When you decided to run to the store to get groceries (there was a surplus of food in the house - you just wanted some air and time away from your “babysitter”) Bakugou had suddenly appeared, moving in front of the door and sneering.

“Are you trying to fuckin’ sneak off again? I won’t let that shit slide twice.”

You huffed, shrugging on your jacket. “Bakugou, I was going to the store. Contrary to what you think, I’m not eight years old, and I can take care of myself. My mom’s just a helicopter parent. You don’t even need to be here, honestly.”

The man scoffed, his face souring. “You’re literally a fucking child. Didn’t you just graduate highschool?”

Stepping closer to him, you squared your shoulders, eyebrows furrowing as you looked up at the blond. “Call me a child all you want - doesn’t change the fact I’m old enough to do stuff by myself. Now-“ you gestured to his body “-please move.”

“No.”

You crossed your arms over your chest. “And why not? You can’t just lock me in the house until my mom comes back.”

Bakugou’s head cocked, red eyes burrowing into your head. He grinned. “Why the fuck not? I’m in charge here, I get to make the damn rules. I say your ass stays here, and it’s going to.”

Clenching your jaw, you huffed, spinning on your heel. You weren’t going to be able to talk the bull-headed man into leaving you to your own devices. There was nothing left to do except shuck off your shoes, admitting defeat. It was so irritating - you didn’t need anyone looking after you, you were an adult! You were more than capable of handling yourself! Why didn’t your mom trust you? Did she think that you were too stupid to keep yourself alive and safe?

You left Bakugou at the door, grabbing a soda from the kitchen before flopping onto the couch in front of TV.

Sure, you could read a book, do a puzzle, browse social media. But right now, you were feeling particularly angry, violent. You wanted to achieve something, finish quests, accomplish tasks. So video games it was.

Of course, that meant Bakugou sauntering back into the living room, groaning as he saw you back in front of the TV. But if he wasn’t going to let you go out, then this is what you were going to spend your time doing. If he wanted to treat you like a child, then you were going to act like one. Show him how much of a brat you really could be.

You turn on your console, select the game you’re going to be playing for the next few hours, and settle further into the couch, making yourself comfortable. Reaching down to the coffee table, you’re about to grab the soda you had brought in earlier, but Bakugou beat you to it.

“Hey!” You whined, watching the blond pop the tab, take a long, slow drag of the carbonated drink. He smacked his lips and cocked his head, smirking down at you.

“You shouldn’t drink this sorta shit, ’s bad for you.”

“Why are you drinking it then?!!?”

Bakugou shrugged. “‘Cause I’m in charge here. I get to do whatever I fuckin’ want.”

Huffing, you gave up the argument, starting to push yourself off the couch. Bakugou was one of those people that got off on power trips, liked being the one to call the shots. The best course of action here would be to just ignore him and grab another soda.

“And where the fuck do you think you’re going? I didn’t say you could move.” The blond man was standing in front of you, making it impossible for you to stand. He was so irritating - you couldn’t wait for this week to be over.

“I’m going to get something to drink, since you decided to help yourself to my soda.”

He moved out of your way, clicking his tongue before flopping down into the armchair by the couch. You glared at him for as long as you could, until the kitchen wall hid his face from view. Ugh, he was such a jerk. At first he had seemed somewhat decent, but as he got more comfortable around you, the man was turning into a self-absorbed tyrant.

Whatever, you were only going to have a stupid “babysitter” for a few more days.

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“Get off the damn game! Don’t make me haul your ass off that couch.”

Bakugou threatened. He wasn’t very intimidating, standing there vigorously brushing his teeth like there was something wrong with them. The blond had already asked you two other times, and you had ignored him on both occasions. You were so close to leveling up, just a few more points.

If Bakugou wanted to go to bed when the sun was still up, he was more than welcome to do so. You however, had better things to do with your time.

You saw him stomp away out of the corner of your eye, apparently giving up on trying to tell you what to do in your own house. Good.

If anything, Bakugou should be grateful that all you were interested was playing video games and going to the pool. You could be out getting in trouble, doing drugs, rebelling against the system or something - but you were here, chilling and causing zero trouble.

The sink in the bathroom ran, then clattering could be heard as Bakugou finished up his bedtime routine, putting his toothbrush away, washing his hands, yada yada.

He appeared back in the living room, arms crossed. His muscles bulged out like that, showcased by the sleeveless black tank top he was wearing. But you weren’t intimidated, it’s not like he was going to hit you or something.

“Alright, last chance. Turn the fucking game off, it’s your majesty’s bedtime now.” He sneered.

You ignored him.

“You seriously wanna do this princess?”

You stayed silent. Just a few more kills….

“Alright, you fuckin’ asked for it.”

The TV turned off, Bakugou yanking the cords out behind it.

“Dude, what the hell! I was so close to leveling up!!” You screeched, sitting up straight. Bakugou’s face was screwed into an angry frown, and he advanced towards you, walking with purpose. You were fuming, rising to your feet so you could get in his face, tell him off. He was acting like he was your dad or something, and he most definitely was not.

When the man got within an arm length of you, you immediately jabbed a finger into his chest, mouth opening to spit nasty words. Those words died when your hand was slapped harshly away, Bakugou still walking forward until he was crowding into your space. You tried to shrink back, but a rough hand latched onto the back of your neck, holding you still as Bakugou closed in on you, bringing your foreheads together.

“You are such a spoiled little princess. Think you can get away with shit, yeah? Never had a man in your life to put you in your goddamn place, that’s why, isn’t it?”

You blanched, still trying to lean backwards, away from his overwhelming presence. It was kind of scary, how he was all up in your face, how his fingers gripped the back of your neck so tightly, how his face was so close to yours that you could feel his warm, minty breath.

“Bakugou, ple-“

“Nah, shut the fuck up. We’re past any point where you could’ve begged for forgiveness. I am so sick and tired of your bratty little attitude. You keep testing my patience, being a little shit, acting like you own the damn place. You’re gonna show me you’re fuckin’ sorry princess.”

A hand wrapped around your waist, another on your thigh, hefting you up with brute strength and slinging you over his shoulder in the blink of an eye. The swift movement made your head spin for a second, but you quickly adjusted.

“Woah, what the hell man? Put me down!” Bakugou ignored you, spinning on his heel and marching towards the guest bedroom. “Dude, put me down right now, this isn’t funny anymore. C’mon, put me down, I get it. You’re in charge, and I gotta listen. You can let me down now. Please?”

Your pleading went unheard, even as it got more and more desperate the closer to the guest bedroom he walked. When you passed through the doorway, you kicked at the mans stomach, tried to hit his back - you had a faint idea of where this was going, and it was nowhere good.

Without ceremony, you were thrown on the bed, the air getting knocked out of you with the impact, your head bouncing a few times on the mattress. Bakugou turned, shutting and locking the door before he was back in front of you again, a vicious look on his face.

You scrambled backwards on the bed, holding out one hand as if to ward him off. “Okay, dude, wait, you don’t want to do this. Please don’t do this, you’re a good guy-“

“Shit, do you ever stop running your mouth? Calm the fuck down princess, I’m just gonna spank you ’till you cry, then we’ll be even.”

The idea was humiliating, embarrassing, degrading. But it was better than what you thought was about to happen. Bakugou grabbed your ankle, pulling you back towards him with a quick yank, sitting down beside you on the bed. The man patted his lap expectantly, before getting impatient with your hesitance and grabbing your hair, pulling you across his lap with a pained shriek from you.

“Now, here’s how this is gonna fucking go. You’re gonna sit there and take it, and you’ll be done once I say so. Now shut up.”

Without further ceremony, a broad hand slapped your ass, your shorts providing only the thinnest of barriers. You weren’t ready for the hit, so you lurched forward across the mans lap with a small cry. Another smack landed, and while you still weren’t ready, the sting wasn’t as jarring as the first slap.

SMACK

SMACK SMACK SMACK

You tried to not whine, or cry, or make any noise, but it was hard. His hand was coming down with more force on each strike, and it /hurt/. You could feel your skin throbbing underneath your shorts, red and tender, and you were ready to be done.

Bakugou however, was not.

He kept going,

SMACK

Each hit harder than the last.

SMACK

You wanted to cry, trying to hold it in, just endure through the mortification of being spanked like a child.

SMACK

You couldn’t take it anymore, bursting into tears, skin burning, blubbering for Bakugou to stop, please.

The spanking stopped.

The two of you sat there, you sobbing, Bakugou rubbing the skin of your ass over your shorts. Somehow, that hurt just as much as the spanking did, so you reached a hand back blindly, trying to catch his wrist and push him away. As soon as you grabbed his wrist, Bakugou delivered another savage slap to your behind, making you immediately apologize and drop your hands, let him pet and stroke your ass at his leisure. It hurt.

You don’t know how long you both stayed there, Bakugou further irritating the burning, raw skin of your butt, you sniffling and calming down from the full-bodied sobs that had wracked your form earlier. It had been long enough that you barely flinched when Bakugou tentatively fingered the waistband of your shorts, twisting up the fabric, as if he were hesitant to go further, but obviously considering it. You didn’t flinched when a decision was seemingly made, and a hand started slowly pulling your shorts down.

You flinched when the fabric slid over a particularly sore welt on your ass.

“What are you doing??” You panicked, trying to rise up, move away. A hand between your shoulder blades held you down, Bakugou’s gruff voice telling you to stay still.

“I just wanna see how it looks, fuckin’ chill out princess.”

It’s not like you could argue, so off slid your shorts. You tried to protest again when you felt fingers hooking into the waistband of your panties, but another swift slap to your rear had you keening in pain, quickly falling silent. You could let him assess the damage, but that was it. If he tried to touch you further, you’d bite a chunk of his skin off, go find your phone and call the police.

With your lower half bared to the room, you squirmed uncomfortably, immediately stilling when Bakugou’s hand smoothed over the abused skin of your ass. He seemed fascinated by the damage he had caused, and you were sure that there were welts, maybe even bruises already forming. Your skin burned, and not in a pleasant way. God, it was painful.

There was so much pain, your skin somehow felt numb and on fire at the same time. You almost didn’t notice Bakugou’s hand dropping to your thigh, slowly beginning to wiggle it’s way upward, headed towards the little pink slit nestled between your legs.

When his hand made contact with your pussy, you flipped out.

Almost literally - you rocketed off the man’s lap so fast that you almost flipped over onto the ground, just barely catching yourself at the last second.

And then you were standing in front of the man, lower half completely bared, him staring at the space between your thighs, before slowly dragging his eyes upward to find your own.

You turned tail and ran for the door.

A problem with your aforementioned plan of calling the police, was forgetting that Bakugou was a security guard. His job was literally chasing people down, subduing them.

He had you pinned to the door in a matter of seconds, chuckling in your ear.

“Damn, I really was just only gonna spank your ass raw. You look goddamn delicious though, and it seems like you just haven’t learned your fucking lesson.”

You were hauled backward, a hand pulling your hair, the other wrapped around your waist. For the second time that day, you were tossed onto the bed, but this time you barely stayed for a second, already trying to scramble off the other side. But Bakugou was faster, his hand around your calf and dragging you back to him with an iron grip.

A scream tore out of your throat, and you kicked at the man with all your strength as you got closer, catching him square in the jaw. His head snapped back, but his grip never loosened, keeping you stationary while you tried to wiggle away.

His other hand came up to massage his jaw while he slowly rolled his head down to fix you with the most intense, hungry look you’d ever seen a human wear.

“Ohhh, shit. You don’t even know what you just did, do you princess?”

You gasped at his breathy laugh, the way his eyes seemed to light up. Within a second, he was on top of you, face inches away from your own. You could feel his dick, hard against your thigh.

“Wait, you don’t have to do this-think of the consequences! Please, I won’t tell anyone, just let me go, right now. You don’t want to do this Bakugou, please, it’s not gonna be good for either of us-“

He ignored your reasoning, instead focusing on ripping off your shirt, doing the same to your bra. You tried to stop him, hitting and punching, trying to sink your nails into his back, claw at his eyes. You even resorted to snapping your teeth at his nose when his face got too close, turning your head to sink your teeth into his forearm.

Bakugou just groaned throatily, his eyes fluttering shut. Immediately, you let go, not expecting that response. That was supposed to hurt, why wasn’t he yelling in pain? The man lifted his forearm, watching blood start to drip from where your blunt teeth had punctured his skin. He was breathing heavily, straddling your legs, hunched over you like a dog.

The next seconds were a blur, clothes coming off, his hands manhandling you onto your side, his deranged laughter and low, excited swearing filling your ears.

You found yourself on your side, Bakugou straddling one thigh, holding the other up with his arm. He was lining himself up with your opening, rough hand guiding his dick to nudge against your entrance. You screamed.

“Stop it! Stop it, please! You can’t do this! Oh god, stop, stop, stop, don’t-“

“I can do whatever the hell I want, princess.” The man spat, seemingly unaffected by the way you thrashed your body. You tried kicking the leg under him, but his weight anchored it firmly to the bed. You tried kicking the leg he was holding in the arm, but his tight grip just became painful, squeezing you into place. You tried to sit up, to reach out and grab him by the neck and squeeze, but the position you were in was impossible. He knew what he was doing.

You screamed again, a sound of pained, fearful anger crawling out of your throat. Bakugou just laughed.

“This wouldn’t be happening if you had just been good and listened to me. We could’ve gotten along.” He gathered the spit in his mouth, before crudely spitting onto his fingers. “I would’ve left you alone for now, I mean, I’m not a bad guy. “ Bakugou slapped his spit-slicked fingers down over your pussy, smearing his saliva along your folds, messily rubbing it in.

“I’m an upstanding citizen, I keep little crooks and stupid brats from running things their way, that’s all I’m doing.”

You yelled as a finger entered you, probing at your walls. “That hurts! Take it out, take it out! You’re disgusting, get off of me! Stop-!”

Bakugou kept talking, pointedly ignoring your panicked whining.

“Yeah, I’ve seen you before, and you’ve got a nice little body. But it’s not like I was just gonna up and hold you down. Good thing you’ve been giving me reasons all week though, being an absolute spoiled-ass princess, you’re so fucking annoying.”

Another finger joined the first, roughly jamming into your cunt, your juices beginning to flow and smooth the way. It was so stupid that your body was responding to this.

“I woulda never touched you, no matter how much I fucking wanted to, if you had just been good. I guess it works for me that you’ve been shit, huh?”

The man laughed again, leaning down towards your face to smile at you in a jeer, adding another finger to your aching pussy. The stretch hurt, it was too soon, but it felt good nonetheless. It’d been a while since you’d last messed around with someone.

When his fingers retracted, you gasped, face quickly blushing red. Another glob of spit was ejected onto Bakugou’s hand, and he quickly slicked up his cock with his own saliva, hissing as he first touched it.

As he lined himself up, you tried begging one more time. “Bakugou, Bakugou, please. Please don’t, you don’t want to do this. You can’t! Just let me up, please? Oh god, please, just let me go, I won’t tell anyone.”

He shoved the entirety of his cock inside with one, jarring thrust.

You screamed, voice cracking in the middle. The stinging pain of your ass was forgotten in the face of the jabbing, spiky pain in your lower abdomen. Bakugou hissed, eyes closed in bliss.

“God, you’re fuckin’ tight. You a virgin?”

Tears in your eyes from the unexpected pain of being filled so suddenly, you shook your head no. Bakugou clicked his tongue.

“Ah, I kinda figured. Slut like you probably can’t go a few days without a cock stuffing your cunt.” A thought seemed to cross his mind, and Bakugou’s eyes opened, peering down at you inquisitively, a slight twinkle in his eye.

“Is that why you’ve been such a demanding little princess?” You shook your head no vehemently, the pain slowly fading the longer Bakugou remained still inside you. “Holy fuck, that’s why you’ve been like this all week! You just needed a cock!” The man laughed before reaching a hand down to pat your face condescendingly. “Don’t you worry princess, I’ll give you what you need.”

No further words were spoken, despite how much you wanted to scream and yell and curse at the man above you. He immediately drew his cock back, before thrusting into you again, quickly finding a mind-numbing pace that didn’t allow you any time to think.

His thrusts were smooth, steady, fast - it was hard, no, impossible to stop yourself from moaning at how good everything was starting to feel, despite how much you didn’t want it to. It was even worse when Bakugou’s hand found it’s way to your clit, beginning to furiously rub the little button as he fucked you stupid.

“Yeah, you fuckin’ like that?”

You ignored him completely, turning your face against the covers of the guest bed. Bakugou just huffed, increasing his pace ever so slightly.

It wasn’t long before you were gasping, moaning on every other breath, trying to hold yourself back from begging the man to let you cum. You writhed underneath him, trying to arch your hips back to meet every one of his thrusts, ride the hand that was rubbing at your clit so nicely.

Your orgasm hit you out of nowhere.

It fizzed in your stomach, pleasure racing through you so quickly that you lost your breath, muscles locking up. It felt so good, you couldn’t breath, couldn’t move. Bakugou fucked you through it, smirking down as you obviously rode out your orgasm, his finger falling away from your clit before you could get overstimulated.

A few more thrusts, and Bakugou pulled out, quickly moving to straddle your chest as he quickly jerked himself off. His hand made the most lewd sound, squelching up and down his length that was drenched in your juices.

You were so blissed out from your orgasm, you almost didn’t mind when cum started splattering over your face.

You did mind, however, when Bakugou tried to rub it into your skin after he finished. A quick snap of your jaws towards his fingers made your point clear, and Bakugou backed off.

“We have plenty of time to work on you, seems like you still need to be put in your place by the man of the house. Spoiled little princess.”

——

When your mom got home, you barely kept yourself from sobbing in her arms as she hugged you. You wanted to tell her everything that had happened, what Bakugou had done to you - but that would just make her more paranoid, fearful.

She would lock you in the house and never let you leave. Plus it was embarrassing. “Hey mom, by the way, the babysitter you hired for me, your adult child, raped me after spanking me so hard I bruised, and I couldn’t stop him!” Wasn’t a sentence you wanted to utter. You were weak, and stupid.

Bakugou watched in the background, his backpack slung over his shoulder, ready to head across the street and back to his own house. Your mom kissed your hair, finally disentangling herself from your arms, moving to talk to the gruff blond. You stayed by the door, watching Bakugou with narrow eyes.

“We were fine - although, you were right in having someone come over. She’s irresponsible as hell, I don’t know what could’ve happened if I wasn’t here to stop her from doing stupid shit.”

Your mom threw you a disapproving glance, quickly turning to thank Bakugou for helping the two of you out. She pressed money into his hand, but he told her not to worry about it - he got to eat good food, sleep in a nice bed, and the wifi was better here than at his house. Your mom gave him a quick hug, and you watched his face sour, before he quickly moved away from her grasp.

“Just let me know if you ever need me to come hangout with her again - I think it’s good for her to have a strong male figure in her life. And my wifi sucks, so it’s a win-win for everyone.”

Except you.

Your mom clapped her hands together excitedly. “Oh, that’d be perfect! What a nice young man you are, I knew you were trustworthy.”

Your stomach soured.

Bakugou said his goodbyes, obviously trying to get out of the house and away from your touchy mother as quickly as possible. Your mother thanked him again, welcoming him over “at any time!” To use the faster wifi, as long as he wouldn’t mind hanging out with you.

Bakugou gave a gruff laugh, brushing past you on his way out the door. He turned, looking at your mother, then at you.

“I’ll be here to help out, don’t you worry princess.”

You slammed the door in his face.

He was never stepping foot in your house again, not if you could help it.

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dark-mnjiro · 4 years

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desperate measures . part three

Author’s Note: I’m so SORRY this took so long to get out. Working fulltime has been a nightmare this past month, along with a lot of money issues, so, unfortunately I had to focus on work and bills for a little while. This is a little shorter than the other parts, but I like where it ended, and part four will hopefully bring about the ending with the wedding :P I hope you guys really enjoy it!

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Part Three

Groaning, you rolled over onto your side as you pulled the blanket over your head while the sun spilled into the room through the small slits in the blinds. For some reason, you couldn’t remember much from last night apart from drinking way too much and now you were greeted with a splitting headache. Stretching your arms over your head, a low groan rumbled from your chest before you turned to see Oikawa sleeping next to you.

Nearly choking, you hadn’t realized just how close you were to his face until this very moment. His breathing was soft, tickling the skin on your face. He seemed almost exhausted even while asleep. Frowning, your hand came up to brush the stray strands of hair from his face. Sitting up in the bed, you rubbed your temples with your hands trying to ease the hangover headache throbbing throughout your skull. How much did you drink last night?

Suddenly, a wave of severe nausea hit your stomach as you jumped out of bed, making a beeline for the toilet before violently vomiting. Okay, this was a sign you had drank way too much last night. Tears burned at your eyes as you managed to stop vomiting for a moment and rested your head against the cool seat of the toilet. Panting, you struggled to reach for toilet paper to help wipe away the tears forming at the corners of your eyes.

This was miserable.

“Y/N?”

Your eyes snapped up to see Oikawa leaning against the frame of the door, watching you with a worried expression on his face. You frowned up at him before vomiting again into the toilet. You heard his footsteps approaching you before his hands gathered your hair in his grasp to hold it back. “I-I’m sorry,” you stuttered.

“Hey,” Oikawa said calmly. “It’s okay… just breathe. You were pretty drunk last night… so let’s get all that out of your system.”

You paled at his words. “I was?”

“Yes,” he cooed. “It’s alright though. I came and got you.”

“I-what?!”

“Shhh,” Oikawa soothed before you began vomiting into the toilet again. “We can talk once you’re feeling better. For now… let’s get this out of your system and then back to bed.”

You sobbed but allowed yourself to nod. You wondered exactly what had happened last night and it suddenly made sense why Oikawa seemed so exhausted himself. He had come to your aid and picked you up from the bar… and brought you back. A sigh fell from your lips as your hand came up to flush the toilet. Had he been up all night watching over you?

“Think you’re good?”

You nodded before he scooped you up in his arms and carried you back to the bed. He set you back down before pulling the blankets over you and making sure you laid back down. “Rest,” he ordered before walking to the table and picking up his phone. “I’m going to order food for you… you need to eat to get rid of the rest of that alcohol.”

“You sound like you’ve done this before,” you mumbled.

Oikawa flashed a toothy grin. “Once or twice.”

You felt your face burn and not from nausea bubbling in your stomach. That smile… Why did it still manage to catch you so off guard?

“...what did I do?”

Oikawa merely chuckled as he glanced at you with his phone tucked between his ear and shoulder. “Don’t worry about it,” he replied before his attention was pulled to the hotel staff over the phone.

You groaned again feeling nauseous. You could only pray this feeling would go away. Oikawa was in the distance listing all of your favorite carb-filled foods, hopeful this would soak up any lingering alcohol and nausea left in your stomach. Sitting back on your knees, you looked around the bathroom and found your clothes from the night before sitting in the sink. You forced yourself to stand up and investigate and to your horror found vomit had stained the lovely party dress you were wearing.

Who helped you change?

You moved away from your ruined dress and found Oikawa’s shoes in much worse condition. “I THREW UP ON YOU!?” you shouted at him as the sheer embarrassment hit you like a rock.

Oikawa hung up the phone before a sigh fell from his lips. “Relax. It’s just shoes and a dress. Your dress will be fine. I rinsed it out and I’ll pay for dry cleaning. I can afford new shoes too. It’s not a big deal. Just relax a minute.”

“What do you mean relax?!”

Oikawa chuckled a bit. “It’s okay. Seriously.”

“...Toru did you help me change?”

He just smiled before patting your head. “It’s not like I haven’t seen you naked before…”

You felt the color drain from your face much to your horror that Oikawa indeed helped you undress and change into your pajamas. The small smile on his face indicated that he was unfazed but you… oh god.

“I can’t believe I was that bad,” you whined.

“I won’t lie,” Oikawa said, smirking. “It was pretty entertaining for me. Minus the vomiting.”

“Ass!” you hissed, throwing a pillow at him before feeling lightheaded again. You laid back onto the bed before a groan fell from your lips. The nausea was bubbling in your gut again and you were certain you were about to get sick. You closed your eyes as tears gathered at the corners at the sheer misery you were feeling until you felt a cooling sensation on your forehead. Your eyes slowly opened, spying Oikawa placing a wet washcloth on your forehead before smiling down at you.

“Rest, okay?”

You managed a weak nod before lulling back to sleep.

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“Where did you go?!” Sumiye hissed as she sat on the bed, staring at you. “Do you have any idea how worried I was when I walked out of the bar and you were nowhere to be seen! I called Hajime crying and that’s when he told me you were with Oikawa!”

Sighing, your nails drug along your scalp before glancing up at your best friend. Her eyes were filled with a mixture of worry and anger about the night before. “Trust me,” you admitted. “Nothing happened. I don’t know why I called him out of all people but…”

“But what?”

You reached out to cover her hands with yours. “I’ve had a lot on my mind and I think the alcohol affected me and I needed to leave otherwise… I would’ve puked on you instead of Oikawa.”

Her eyes widened. “Y-you what?”

Groaning, you felt your cheeks heating up. “I threw up on Oikawa last night…”

Sumiye sat back in her chair before bursting out laughing. “Hajime!” she called out, her voice still bubbling with giggles. “Did you hear!”

“What?” Her fiance mumbled as he stepped into the bedroom seemingly still half asleep.

Sumiye’s eyes nearly glittered with tears from laughter now. “She threw up on Shittykawa!” she exclaimed before losing herself in another fit of giggles.

Iwaizumi was quiet before the corner of his lip curled into a smirk. “Serves him right for calling me so late last night…” he mused. “Shittykawa.”

Confused, you tilted your head. “Why did he call you?”

“...oh. Just wedding stuff. It’s nothing.”

But, Sumiye didn’t seem to buy it. Her eyes narrowed at him as she stood up, walking toward him. She placed her finger on his chest. “You talked with him for hours last night. That wasn’t wedding stuff. What did he want?”

Iwaizumi’s eyes widened in a panic, realizing he probably shouldn’t have mentioned any of this. “Sumi… seriously. He just needed to talk about stuff bothering him. It’s fine,” he said quickly. “What did I tell you about prying too much?”

Sumiye pouted before stomping her food. “Haj-”

“I said no, Sumi. End of discussion. I’m not telling you what was said last night,” he said, turning and leaving the bedroom.

Pouting at him, Sumiye jumped up and followed him out of the bedroom. You shook your head as you could hear their muffled voices in a heated debate in the other room. A sigh fell from your lips as you pulled out your phone and glanced over your messages and social media. Your finger tapped against the Twitter icon before you scrolled your feed for a while before noticing a red notification pop up on your screen. Confused, you tapped on the notification to see you had a new follower.

It was Oikawa.

“Toru?” you mused, tapping on the profile picture, revealing it really was him. You scrolled through his tweets, finding yourself smiling at some of the silly memes and jokes he shared and even some of the volleyball knowledge he would tweet about. You decided it should be safe to follow him back and maybe it would be nice to keep in touch with him after the wedding was over.

Your lips curled downward in a frown. You weren’t sure why the idea of him going back to South America was starting to bother you, especially as the wedding quickly approached. You had done fine without him all this time, why was this any different? It just didn’t make sense.

You were suddenly caught off guard by your ringtone blaring from your phone before noticing it was Oikawa’s picture displayed on the screen. Why was he calling you now? Groaning, you slide your finger over the screen to answer it. “Hello?”

“Hey,” Oikawa said. “Sorry… I just got a text from Iwa-chan that he and Sumi were arguing. Wanted to make sure everything was okay but neither of them was answering.”

Relieved, you smiled. “I think it’s just a silly argument,” you explained. “Iwa wouldn’t tell her about the call you and him had last night.”

Silence.

“Toru?”

He coughed. “Y-yeah… Uhm. He didn’t mention anything to you did he?”

“No?” you replied, confusion evident in your voice now. “Why?”

“Oh! N-nothing really! It was just guy talk and I really didn’t want him to tell everything about it!”

You nodded, despite him not even being able to see you. “No, I understand,” you said, letting out a sigh. “And again, I’m sorry about last night. I can’t believe I threw up on you.”

Oikawa chuckled on the other line. “Don’t worry about it. It’s not like I’m broke. I can afford to buy new shoes,” he teased. “I already told you not to worry.”

“I see you followed me on Twitter.”

“I-I just saw yours because of Iwa-chan!”

You couldn’t help but laugh. “It’s okay. I followed you back. It’ll be nice to be able to stay in touch after you head back to South America.”

Oikawa was silent for a moment before hearing him sigh. “Y/N? Can we talk once you come back to the room?” he asked and you swore you could hear even the faintest bit of nervousness straining his voice.

“Yeah,” you replied. “Why what’s up?”

“Nothing. I just…” he paused again. “There are things I need to air out I think.”

You were confused. “Okay? I should be back in about an hour. Is that okay?”

“Yeah, that’s fine. I’ll see you then okay?”

“Okay. Talk to you later,” you said before ending the call.

“Who was that?”

You looked up to see Sumiye standing in the doorway. “You and Iwaizumi are done fighting?”

Rolling her eyes, she walked back to the bed before sitting down next to you. “Shut up.”

“It was just Toru,” you admitted. “He wanted to make sure everything was okay.”

Sumiye quirked an eyebrow. “He did?”

“Yes,” you replied, confused. “Why is that so weird?”

Shaking her head, Sumiye stood up before helping you up as well. “No… I suppose not,” she admitted, letting out a sigh. “Need to head back to the hotel then?”

“Yes. I promise I’ll be at the rehearsal dinner, and I’ll be fine.”

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But he never did.

When you had arrived back at the hotel room, Oikawa acted as though the phone call you two had shared never happened and suddenly his demeanor had changed. It was distant… cold almost, and it confused you seeing as only that morning he was holding your hair back while you were vomiting into the toilet after drinking too much the night before. In fact, he seemed to become more and more distant as the wedding drew closer.

You stood in the bathroom, smoothing out the blue dress in the mirror before making a few last-minute touch-ups to your make up. The rehearsal dinner was tonight and to be frank, you were dreading it. With Oikawa’s sudden change in mood, the idea of walking down the aisle with him, even just as best man and maid of honor seemed so tiresome. You walked out of the bathroom before grabbing the pair of heels you had pinked out for the night, slipping them onto your feet.

“That color is pretty on you,” Oikawa said.

Now he decides to talk?

You looked up at him. “Thanks.”

“Y/N, I-”

You chose to ignore him before grabbing your room key and exiting the room. You didn’t have time to listen to whatever excuse he had brewing in his head. The small, black clutch bag in your hand you held close to your chest as you made your way down to the lobby where you met with the other Seijoh boys were all waiting and talking together.

“I wonder why they haven’t asked for separate rooms yet…” mused Mattsun.

Your eyes widened as you realized they were talking about you and Oikawa. Quickly, you ducked around the corner so you could listen without being caught.

“Unfinished business,” Makki snorted. “Clearly. You see how they always looked at each other. And be done once they go their separate ways. Oikawa always leaves for the next conquest.”

The corners of your lips dipped into a frown, only confirming your fears. This was just a game…

You moved away from the lobby, slipping outside as you hailed a taxi for yourself. You slipped into the backseat before giving the driver directions to the hall for the rehearsal dinner. You just had to tough out a few more days… it would all be over soon and you would never have to see him again.

Reaching into your clutch, you pulled out your phone, noticing a few texts from Oikawa asking where you had run off to. You glared at the screen before ignoring the text messages before shoving your phone back into the small bag.

The taxi arrived at the rehearsal dinner as you handed the driver cash to pay for the ride. You edited the vehicle before making your way inside the banquet hall. Immediately, you were greeted by the bridal party with hugs and squeals before you catch a glimpse of Sumiye and Iwaizumi speaking to one another near the back of the entry.

You made your way toward Sumiye who smiled at first before noticing your serious expression. Her smile faltered as she rushed toward you. “What happened?” she asked, sharply.

Shaking your head, you forced a smile on your lips. “I’m okay… this is about your day. Please don’t worry about me…”

Sumiye glanced over her shoulder at her fiancé before frowning. A worried expression flashed in his eyes before he reached into his pocket and pulled out his phone. It was obvious who he was texting as he walked away from the both of you.

“Did Oikawa do something wrong?”

You shook your head again. “Sumi… this is your wedding rehearsal. Please, focus on you now.”

“But-!”

“No buts,” you said, forcing a wider smile. “You and Iwaizumi deserve to enjoy your rehearsal and your wedding tomorrow!”

Sumiye frowned but hugged you before leaving to join Iwaizumi in the other room. You made your way into the main hall where the ceremony would take place tomorrow. Your lips curled up into a soft smile as you took in the beautiful decorations that the bridal party had slaved over for weeks. It seemed so worth it now. And tomorrow, Sumiye’s day will come to pass.

You took a seat in the back row as you could hear more people arriving for the rehearsal in the other room. Closing your eyes, you tried to settle the growing anxiety in the pit of your stomach, knowing that soon Oikawa would arrive and you would have to walk together…

“Y/N?”

It felt as though your stomach fell through the floor when you glanced up and saw Oikawa standing next to your seat. Your mouth was dry as you tried to find your words. “What?” you managed to utter out of your mouth.

His brow furrowed at your sudden change in demeanor. “What’s wrong? You left the hotel without any of us…”

“I just wanted to come alone.”

“But,” he asked, tilting his head now. “Why?”

“Let’s just get through this wedding without any trouble Oikawa…”

You glanced at him and could have sworn you saw a tinge of sadness flash in his dark eyes when you used his surname before he just smirked at you.

“Yeah. Let’s do that.”

“You guys ready?” Iwaizumi asked.

You flashed him a smile. “Of course.”

The two of you walked into the other room as the wedding coordinator had you both line up at the end of the groomsmen and bridesmaids. The eerie silence that had fallen over the both of you was beginning to even unnerve Iwaizumi.

“Shittykawa-”

“And don’t forget to smile!” the coordinator interrupted as you were forced to lock arms with Oikawa. You kept your eyes fixated on the altar at the end of the aisle, forcing yourself to smile as you both walked.

“You’re seriously not going to talk to me now?”

Your head whipped around to face him, shooting a glare in his direction. “Are you kidding me?!”

And before you knew it, you both had come to a complete halt in the middle of the aisle.

Oikawa scoffed before pulling his arm away from you. “I didn’t do anything to you, I don’t understand why you’re suddenly pissed at me!” he shouted.

“Oh? You don’t? Says the one who’s literally ignored my existence for the last week!”

Sumiye decided to approach first. “H-hey guys. Maybe we should take this outside?” she suggested as Iwaizumi came up behind her, placing his hands on her shoulders.

“You always ignore me!” you shouted at him, as the thoughts of how the end of your previous relationship with him had ended. The idea of being forgotten again… “I’m not doing this again!”

“Do what again?!”

“You know exactly-”

“Hey.”

You both turned to see Iwaizumi had decided to step in at this point. “Not here…” he said, sharply before glancing down at Sumiye who was sniffling a bit as she wiped her eyes with the heel of her hand. “Go outside if you two are going to argue like this… C’mon Sumi…”

Frowning, you reached out to comfort your best friend but Iwaizumi pulled her away to settle her down alone. “Sumi-”

Iwaizumi turned to glance at you over his shoulder. “You’ve done enough for today. Just leave her alone,” he hissed as he led his fiancee away.

You glanced around the room, seeing everyone staring at the both of you… mouths wide open. Nausea struck your stomach as you raced out of the banquet hall until you managed to make your way outside. You snuck to the back of the building where you leaned against it, panting, trying to catch your breath. What have you done?

The pained expression on Sumiye’s face was something you had not planned on when you and Oikawa had decided to lash out at each other… You couldn’t believe despite your best efforts to avoid it… you had managed to ruin her good mood right before her big day. How could you be so selfish, despite what an asshole Oikawa had been the last few days, weeks, whatever?

“...Y/N?”

You grimaced, recognizing the voice belonging to Oikawa. “What do you want? Haven’t you ruined enough today?”

He sighed, occupying the spot next to you as he leaned his back against the wall as well. “We both royally fucked up in there, y’know.”

Tears pricked at your dry eyes. “She’s going to hate me…”

Oikawa snorted. “Not likely. Sumi adores you. You’re her best friend after all.”

Batting your eyes as you try to will away the tears trying to fall, you let out a frustrated sigh before turning to look at your ex-boyfriend. “Listen,” you began. “What is going on?”

“What do you mean?”

“Between us Oikawa!” you snapped at him.

His dark eyes widened before he glanced away from you. “Listen-”

“You said you had to talk to me about something and then suddenly avoid speaking to me for nearly a week!” you shouted at him.

Oikawa opened his mouth to speak again before shutting it. He looked down at the ground, shuffling his feet. “Y/N…”

“Why can’t you just tell me!”

His eyes narrowed at you and before you knew he was suddenly in front of you with his arms pinning you against the wall. “Since you won’t shut up long enough to let me explain myself,” he snapped back.

Your eyes widened as you felt the heat rising in your cheeks. “O-Oikawa-? What are you doing?”

“No,” he interrupted. “You’re going to listen this time. Now shut up.”

Your mouth felt dry as you forced yourself to swallow the growing lump in your throat preventing you from speaking any further. You couldn’t understand why you were becoming so flustered with his sudden display of dominance.

“Are you doing to listen?” he asked, breaking the silence.

You gave him a meek nod.

He sighed as he pulled his arms away. A small sigh of relief fell from your lips before you looked back up at him. His gaze faltered for a moment before returning to stare back at you. “Y/N… Do you really think I forgot about you? About us?” His voice was soft. “You clearly don’t know me at all.” He paused for a moment as he raked his fingers through his hair. “I only stopped trying to contact you back then because I thought it would make it easier for you to move on… Me moving to another continent… It wasn’t fair to you and I knew what I had put you through. Trust me, it eats me up every single day.”

Your mouth fell open as his first name fell from your lips.

He smiled at the name. “...I thought I had moved on myself… but apparently drowning my sorrows in a different girl every week didn’t help because the night I had to go pick you up from the bar…” He paused as though he lost his train of thought as he stared down at you.

“Toru?”

He looked down at the ground as a nervous laugh fell from his lips. “...I’m not over you,” he mumbled. “I never did get over you. God. You have no idea how many nights I laid awake wanting to call you and just convince you I was an idiot for breaking up with you. Staying with you, in that hotel room, this past month… It’s only made it worse. So much worse.”

Your eyes widened as you stared at Oikawa. “A-are you saying what I think you are?”

Oikawa finally looked up at you with a nervous smile. “...I still love you, Y/N…”

Unsure how to process this information, you stepped away from him in a panic. Your heart began to ache as you tried to look for a way out of this situation. The anxiety alone of him wanting to see if you reciprocate his feelings or not was already suffocating you. Not that you didn’t feel the same way, oh god you knew you did… but.

“Y/N?” Oikawa whispered. “Are you going to say anything?”

Panicked, you ran away. Again.

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tired-college-student-writing · 5 years

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#WayneAngel

The Maribat AU by @ozmav and @maribat-archive is all I can think about atm, so enjoy this while I work on the next Tim’s Secret Weapon chapter.

Summary- After Grayson posts a video on the wrong twitter, Damian feels like he should lose his social media privileges, and possibly his hand.

EDIT-someone pointed out I misspelled Damian’s name, my bad guys

Part 1 (HERE) Part 2

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“You’re really dating Damian Wayne?” Rose gushed at lunch making Marinette chock on her sandwich from the next table over, “Is he really as grumpy as his siblings make him out to be?”

“Oh please,” Lila laughed, “Dami-bear is such a softy, he’s just camera shy,”

“Awww,” Mylene coos, “Do you have any pictures with him?”

“Sadly none I can share,” Lila’s mouth twisted into an apologetic smile, “He made me promise that I would be the only one to see the pictures we took together because he’s afraid of our relationship getting to the media,”

No one noticed as Marinette hid her snort in her lunch.

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Most of the class had just finished up dinner when Alya’s phone blew up.

Chloe had sent the whole class group chat a link. Now normally Alya would ignore what was probably just another of her parody news stories, only the whole class seemed to be flipping shit over it.

Must be interesting, she thought as her phone loaded up the twitter video.

Dick Grayson @AFlyingGrayson

Adventures of being the eldest brother

The video blurred for a second before focusing on the Wayne kitchen, easily recognizable from the countless other short videos the siblings had shot in it. It didn’t hurt either that the camera focused the imposing figure of Jason Todd who was screaming in the much shorter Tim Drake’s face.

They were arguing about the batter Tim was holding. Jason holding a spoon and brown sugar while Tim waved a piece of paper, the recipe most likely, in his face as he yells right back. Jason, without warning, gives his brother a hard shove, and the camera follows his pinwheeling fall down to the floor where he lands with his face in the batter.

The room goes silent as the camera pans over to a short black haired girl holding a piping bag, her blue eyes glaring daggers at the two men as Damian Wayne snickered next to her.

Alya’s heart skipped a beat, thumb smashing the screen to pause the video. For a long second all the reporter could do was stare at the girl that was undeniably Marinette Dupain-Cheng.

What the hell?

What The Hell?

WHAT THE HELL?

Thousands of questions flew through her head.

Why was Marinette in Gotham?

How did she get there?

Since when did Marinette know THE Waynes?

Why was she baking with them?

What was going on?!

Her hands shook as she hit play once more.

“Take over filling these macarons, please, Damian,” Marinette’s voice was cool as you heard a snort from behind the camera, “I need to take out the trash.”

The youngest Wayne grins widely as he takes the piping bag. “Kick their asses, angel,” He teased, leaning over to peck her on the cheek, “I got your piping bag,”

“Since when does the demon spawn know memes!” Jason cries as Tim simply lifts his head and looks at the teens like the world was coming to an end.

Marinette ignored them as she stalked over and grabbed Jason and slung him over her tiny shoulders like he was a bag of flour.

“Holy sh-”

“What the fu-”

“How the he-”

“No swearing in the kitchen,” Marinette cut off three oldest Waynes, as she calmly walked towards the back door, “It makes the macarons bitter.”

“Where are you taking him, Mari?” Dick asked, zooming the camera in on Jason’s dumbfounded face. Understandably so, he had at least a foot on the teen, and about eighty pounds, how the heck did she lift him?

“I said I was taking out the trash,” She answers as she kicks open the kitchen door and dumps Jason on the patio.

Tim bursts out laughing until Marinette appears over him and carries him under her arm, “Hey!”

“Stay out of my kitchen,” She snaps, before closing the door in their faces.

“My girlfriend is awesome,” Damian whispered to himself, almost to quiet for the microphone to pick up.

“You’re one scary lady, Mari,” Dick told the girl as she turned back to the kitchen.

She bit her lip, “I wasn’t too mean, was I? I mean I didn’t want them ruining any more sweets with their bickering, because now I have to remake the cake batter, and we’re already close on time before Alfred gets home from shopping but-”

“Angel,” Damian said calmly, “That was amazing and those two morons deserved it.”

“Baby Birds right,” Dick agreed, “That was so cool!”

She smiled, her shoulders sagging in relief as she walks back towards Damian, who had been dutifully piping the macarons as asked, “Thanks, guys. Now let’s get to work to make Alfred's birthday a success!”

“As you wish,” the eldest Wayne teasingly announced as he goes to shut off the recording.

The last thing seen on screen was Marinette sharing a sweet kiss with Damian as she took the piping bag back.

“Thanks for holding this for me,”

“Anytime, Habibiti,”

Alya wasn’t sure how long she stared at the screen after it went black, but her texts were still buzzing. They were probably all saying the words that they were thinking.

Marinette knew the Waynes.

Marinette knew the Waynes REALLY well from the looks of it.

Marinette was dating Damian Wayne.

Marinette was dating Damian Wayne, even though Lila had claimed she was dating the heir not three days ago.

Marinette looked happy in Gotham.

Marinette looked happier in Gotham then she had looked in months in Paris.

She scrolled through the messages without really reading any of them, her mind and body too numb.

Even so, Alya couldn’t help but notice that Lila was strangely silent.

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Marinette sighed as she slid the finished and decorated cake into the fridge to cool alongside the macrons they had finished earlier. It had taken a little extra time to make after she kicked Tim and Jason out of the kitchen but the chocolate lavender cake was complete and decorated in an elegant design she hoped Alfred would enjoy.

After closing the fridge she dug her phone out of her pocket, as it had been buzzing her almost nonstop for an hour before she had muted it so she could focus on the cake.

Looking through her notifications, her eyebrow raised further and further up her forehead before she groaned.

“Dammit, I owe Tim €20,”

“What?” Dick asked from the sink where he was washing the dishes.

“We’re trending,” She answered.

Damian raised a brow, putting down his drying towel, “What do you mean we’re trending?”

She held up her phone up to the two Waynes, “You posted the video on your public twitter instead of your private one, Dick. #WayneAngel and #MariDami are both trending right now in France and America.”

Damian hissed, hand twitching towards the knife block “Grayson!”

Dick had the decency of looking sheepish before he took off, Damian on his heels, screeching for the older boy to relinquish his phone.

“Don’t break anything!” She screeched not even bothering to follow them, “If you make a mess on Alfred’s birthday then I’m making you into mincemeat pies!”

Looks like she had a twitter account to make.

#miraculous ladybug #batman #Maribat #maridami #marinette dupain cheng #damian wayne #Tim drake #dick grayson #jason todd #alya cesaire #lila rossi #other classmates mentioned #social media fail #lila gets exposed #crack treated seriously

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April Fool’s Day - Damien x Gabi

Book: Perfect Match Genres: Fluff, Humor, Romance Rating: PG-13 Pairings: Damien/MC Characters: Damien Nazario, Gabi Park Word Count: ~1,900

Author’s Notes: I challenged myself to a little springtime themed fic series this month. Hope you enjoy the first installment!

As Damien turns the water off and steps out of the shower, a stray cluster of shampoo bubbles runs down his face and into his left eye.

“Damn it!” Damien winces and squeezes his eye shut. “Ow…ow…ow…”

Reaching for a towel, Damien fumbles along the towel bar but doesn’t find what he’s looking for. Risking the soapy sting in his eye, Damien squints to see that, sure enough, the towel he’s positive he hung up before he got in the shower is gone.

“What the hell?” Damien grumbles. Crouching, he digs around in the cabinet under the sink, but once again he comes up empty. There’s not even a washcloth.

“Gabi!” he yells. “Where the hell are the towels?”

The bathroom door opens and his live-in girlfriend’s cheerful face peeks around it.

“What was that, darling?”

“Where the hell are the towels?” he repeats. “Did you suddenly develop a desire to do a load of laundry first thing on a Monday morning?”

“Are they not in the cabinet?” Gabi asks in a suspiciously innocent tone. Damien’s eyes narrow as he turns to look up at her. Gabi’s brow is furrowed with confusion, but it’s the look in her eyes and slight upturn of the corner of her lips that gives her away.

“Gabi,” Damien warns as he stands. Any semblance of innocence melts away from her features, replaced with a devious smirk.

“Guess you’ll have to stay like that today. Oh well,” Gabi’s eyes slide down his body in a heated way that almost derails Damien’s annoyance…almost.

“Gabi! Where are they?” Damien stalks toward her and Gabi mirror his strides as she backs up into the bedroom. She’s still wearing an infuriating little smile on her face, clearly quite proud of herself.

“Gabriela…” he growls and she laughs until he lunges toward her. Shrieking, she tries to dart away, but he feints left before going right and catching Gabi around her waist. Damien pulls her tight against his still dripping wet body and tackles her to the bed.

“No! I just got dressed!” Gabi laughs as she squirms beneath him.

“Tough,” Damien grins down at her. “You steal my towel, you become my towel.”

“I have to go to work! My first appointment is in like half an hour!”

“Then tell me where they are, woman!” Damien catches Gabi’s hands and pins them above her head. Bowing his head, he lets his lips hover just above hers and whispers, “I have ways of making you talk, you know, and they’re guaranteed to make you late for work.”

Damien presses his hips into hers and Gabi lets out a soft gasp. He kisses her hard and demanding until they break apart, gasping for breath.

“Where are they?” he asks again and Gabi blinks slowly as though coming out of a daze before she answers.

“Uh…um…oh, they’re under the bed.”

Damien grins victoriously and drops another quick kiss on the tip of Gabi’s nose. He climbs off the bed and kneels beside the bed, finally finding every towel they own in a jumbled pile. Pulling one out, he knots it around his waist and slicks back his wet hair while Gabi stands and and straightens her wrinkled and slightly damp clothes.

“Want to explain the great towel caper of 2019?” Damien asks her.

“April Fool’s!” Gabi beams at him.

“Oh, god,” he groans, “not again. You didn’t get enough perverse pleasure out of pranking me last year?”

“Nope! And I’m upping my game this year,” Gabi slaps his ass as she passes him and breezes out of the bedroom. “Stay on your toes today, Nazario.”

“I hate this. You’re the worst!” Damien calls after her, already dreading what else she has in store for him.

“Love you too, baby! See you later!”

The front door slams behind Gabi and Damien goes about getting ready for his day. He cautiously tests his shaving cream, hair gel, and toothpaste in the sink before using any of them. Last year, she managed to sneak dye into his hair gel and he’d wound up with green hands and hair for the entire rest of the week.

Having survived or avoided any bathroom sabotages, Damien strides into the kitchen and stops in his tracks. The pink and orange Dunkin’ Donuts box on the counter looks innocent and most days a box of donuts would just be a thoughtful treat from his beloved girlfriend. Today, however, he regards it with the same mistrust he would a land mine.

Snatching a pair of tongs from the utensil drawer, Damien quickly flips the box open and then jumps back, ducking before something can jump out at him. But nothing happens and Damien breathes a sigh of relief. Inside, there’s an array of filled donuts and Damien’s suspicion flares up once again again. He takes out one of the chocolate frosted confections and rips it in half. The filling looks like cream, but….dipping a finger into the cream, he tastes it and gags.

“Mayonnaise? Seriously?”

Damien sets the donut on the counter and snaps a quick pic that he texts to Gabi.

D: Is nothing sacred? What am I supposed to have for bfast? G: Made you a smoothie. Check fridge. Enjoy! D: I need real food. Not fruit juice. G: Smoothie is real food and better for your cholesterol, old man. D: You’re the worst. G: Love you too. Client’s here. Talk later!

Sighing heavily, Damien retrieves the so-called breakfast from the fridge and he manages to choke it down as he takes the subway to his office. The rest of his day is spent dealing with Gabi’s inconvenient little pranks. He gets to his office to find she’s covered his desk and chair with pictures of Nicolas Cage. He assumes this is some kind of meme that he doesn’t understand. When he finally unearths his desk from the Cages, he finds that she’s jammed most of his drawers shut. She changed the password on his computer to GabiParkIsTheBestGirlfriendEver. The only reason he figured it out was because she finally gave a clue that simply said My official title. Halfway through the day as he came back from lunch, he noticed that she’d messed with his listing on the building’s directory so instead of Nazario Investigations, it said Damien Nazario: Private DICK.

“I knew knew I never should have given her a key,” Damien grumbles as he fusses with the little plastic pieces on the letter board. When he tries to text her about it, his phone just keeps autocorrecting every other word he tries to write to I love Gabi Park.

It’s almost 6PM and Damien thinks he’s survived most of Gabi’s pranks when his office phone rings and a frantic man begs Damien to meet with him. He speaks with a heavy, indiscernible accent and tells Damien a sob story about a missing boyfriend. Business has been good since everything went down with Eros, but Damien is still in no position to turn down work so he takes the job and promises to meet the guy in an hour.

“Hey,” Damien calls Gabi as he heads uptown to the swanky hotel his client requested to meet at, “I got a case. I’m not going to make it home until late.”

“What? No!” Gabi pouts on the other end of the line.

“I know, I know,” Damien sighs, “I’m probably keeping you from pulling a hundred more pranks on me.”

“That’s not it,” Gabi says. “Between your work and my helping Nadia and Steve with their new party planning/catering thing, we haven’t had a night together in a couple weeks, Damien. I miss you.”

“I miss you too, baby, and I believe me, I’d much rather spend the night with you doing all sorts of things showing you just how much I’ve missed you, but…”

“A job is a job,” Gabi says with a sigh. “I get it. It’s fine.”

“I’m sorry,” Damien apologizes. Even when she drives him crazy, Gabi is the most important person in the world to him, the love of his life, and the girl of his dreams. He hates disappointing her. “I’m meeting this guy at a hotel to get the details and then I’ll hightail it back to you as soon as I can, okay?”

“Okay. Be safe. I love you.”

“I will. Love you too.”

The April wind is still carrying a sharp winter chill and by the time Damien steps into the hotel lobby, he’s shivering and his face feels frozen and numb and he’s feeling more eager than ever to get home to Gabi. He strides across the lobby to the hotel’s bar. It’s a dimly lit, almost romantic little spot with velvet sofas and chandeliers hanging from the ceiling. It’s also completely empty.

“Son of bitch,” Damien curses and pulls out his phone to call the client. He’s scrolling through his contacts when he senses someone behind him .

“April Fool’s, Mr. Nazario.”

He turns around and there she is. Damien’s mouth goes dry and he swallows hard looking her up and down. Her hair is curled and falls in violet waves over her bare shoulders and neck. Her dress is black lace with a deep revealing neckline. It’s incredibly short, incredibly tight and leaves nothing to his imagination. He knows every inch of her body and seeing her fills him with the desire to explore them anew. In one of her hands, she holds a glass of amber liquid.

“Gabi…wow…you look…I mean…Jesus, woman…”

Gabi laughs softly at his reaction and then offers him a whiskey and he throws it back in one swallow.

“I take it you like this prank?” Gabi trails her hand up his chest and shoulder to the nape of his neck. She looks up at him from under her lashes, eyes dark with heat and sparkling with amusement.

“Uh, yeah, that’s an understatement,” he wraps his arm around her, hand tightening on her waist as he pulls her against him. “How’d you do it?”

“A little help from a voice-changer thingy Sloane came up with. Please, man, I gotta know where he is! I’m going crazy,” Gabi repeats the words that Damien’s “client” had spoken to him on the phone earlier and he shakes his head.

“You really got me, babe. I honest to god thought I was coming here for a job.”

“Oh, Damien,” Gabi gives him a sultry smile and leans close, her lips brushing his ear as she whispers in a breathy voice, “you are here for a job…only I’m the one who’ll be doing it.”

Damien turns his head and catches Gabi’s lips in a long, deep kiss, not caring a wit that they’re in public, even as Gabi slides her hand down his back to grasp his ass and pull him even more tightly against her body. He moans against her lips and slides his tongue against hers.

“You’re the best,” Damien pants when they finally break apart, gazing down at the amazing, infuriating, wonderful, beautiful woman in his arms.

“Oh, I know.”

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