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Everything I Wanted - Kaminari Denki x Reader

Author: @kingexpl0sionmurder Pairing: Kaminari Denki x Reader, mentioned Shinsou x Monoma Rating: 16+ (Fluff) Words: 2,747 Warnings: Cursing and there's a one-off joke about kinks. Also, I quote a bunch of movies, so I don't take credit for any of that stuff.

AN: Hi I'm still alive! Here is my piece for this month's BNHarem collab! I will be linking the masterlist below, so make sure you check out some of the other pieces from this!

Shout out to @unbreakablekiribaku and @sailorsero for their help with the concept, we were just talking about how Kaminari would make some kind of ridiculous grand gesture as a confession like Heath Ledger in 10 Things I Hate About You and this happened.

I hope you all have a very happy Valentine's day! xoxox Collab Masterlist My Masterlist My KoFi

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“Why won’t you believe me?”

Sighing, you stopped, turning to look at him and crossing your arms over your chest. “The reason that I don’t believe you, Kaminari, is because you’re a liar.”

“Am not!” His blonde eyebrows flew up under his fringe as he looked back at you in disbelief. Placing a hand on his chest, he scoffed. “I am offended that you’d even say that.”

Shrugging, you turned around and started walking again. “We’ve been friends for years, Denki. I know you better than anyone else, save for maybe Shinsou, and I know how you are when it comes to women.”

“People change!” He called out from behind you, seemingly done with following you. “I’m going to prove it to you!”

Waving your hand in the air, you didn’t bother turning again, keeping your pace steady as you made your way home. You tried not to think about Denki, and how he’d dropped this giant bombshell on you out of nowhere. He was making it up anyway, just saying it because he felt bad for you. There was no other reason.

Because after almost 10 years of friendship, of pining for the one boy you were almost one hundred percent sure you could never have, there was absolutely no way that he could feel the same for you.

Right?

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Three entire days later, you were beginning to question every life choice you had ever made that had brought you to this moment. Namely, the ones that had caused you to be introduced to Denki Kaminari.

“I think it’s really sweet,” Ashido giggled, “If not a little over the top. Overall, that’s our Kami.”

“Your Kami? You can fucking have him, please take him.” You groaned, standing up and pacing slightly in the nearly empty bar. “If I get one more cheesy message from this man I am going to go insane.”

Jirou sighed from the barstool beside you. “He’s a little eccentric, but he means well.”

“No, he’s full of it. I don’t believe for a second that he has any romantic feelings for me. He’s just taking a joke way too far, as usual.”

Shinsou cleared his throat. “I don’t think he’d be that cruel, Y/N.”

“I mean, no, you’re right.” You collapsed back in your chair, looking at your perpetually sleepy friend dejectedly. “But just last week he was obsessed with that girl at the hospital, what’s her name?”

“Joy!” Sero supplied helpfully. “Her name is Joy and she’s a nurse, so Kami was going ape shit because, you know, Pokemon.”

You could feel a headache coming, the pain settling right behind your eyeballs. “And before her, there was-”

“The girl at the animal shelter?” Jirou patted your shoulder.

“That waiter at the restaurant by the agency!” Ashido chimed in.

“Shinsou!” Sero added, and the four of you all turned to look at the purple-haired man in question.

“Whoa, don’t look at me like that. I let him down easy, remember?” His hands were up in surrender, eyes wide. “He’s a little too chaotic for my tastes.”

“You say that, but you’re also talking to Monoma.” Sero snorted. “Kind of a contradiction.”

Clearing your throat, you brought the conversation back to the matter at hand. “So, that brings me to my point. How can he go from having a new obsession every other week to suddenly declaring his undying love for me? How am I supposed to believe him when all the things that I know about him say that he’ll be moving on in a few days and finding someone else to be in love with?”

Mina opened her mouth to reply but was cut off by the music playing in the bar suddenly going quiet.

There was some shuffling, and some microphone feedback, and then an unmistakable voice rang out through the room.

“You’re just too good to be true, can’t take my eyes off of you.”

“Dear lord,” Jirou muttered.

“You’d be like heaven to touch, I want to hold you so much.”

“No way…” Sero trailed off, shaking his head.

“At long last love has arrived, and I thank God I’m alive,”

You found yourself looking around for the source of the voice, feeling exasperated already. Denki appeared a few moments later, standing on the tiny stage that was set up in the corner, pushing his blonde hair back as he sang into the microphone in his hand.

His eyes locked with yours as he sang the next line.

“You’re just too good to be true, can’t take my eyes off of you.”

“Nope, I’m not doing this.” You stood up and grabbed your bag just as the song picked up over the speakers, brass horns blaring as Denki stepped off the stage and started towards you. “He’s out of his goddamn mind.”

“Where are you going?” Shinsou asked, frowning. “He obviously put a lot of work into this.”

“If he thinks this is going to change my mind about him, he doesn’t know me at all.” Shaking your head, you turned away from your friends, darting for the door before Denki could reach you.

The music cut before you left, and you heard Denki let out a sigh into the mic. “How come it worked when Heath Ledger did it?”

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“How are you holding up?” Shinsou asked from across the table, his hands wrapped around the cat mug you reserved for him when he came over, your strongest dark roast inside.

You were curled up in a chair opposite him, wearing your favorite sweatpants and an oversized hoodie, keeping your hands warm with your own mug. “I had to silence my phone, Hitoshi.”

“That bad?”

“He’s been sending every cheesy rom-com confession he can think of via text.” You slid your phone across the table so he could see.

Snorting, he read a few out loud;

“You had me at hello.”

“Is that from Jerry Maguire?”

You nodded.

“I came here tonight because when you realize you want to spend the rest of your life with somebody, you want the rest of your life to start as soon as possible.”

He looked up at you. “Where’s that one from?”

“When Harry Met Sally.” You groaned. “I told him to stop and he just kept saying “As you wish” like in The Princess Bride. Then he started to send me that one from Chasing Amy-”

“How though? That situation doesn’t even apply here.” Shinsou looked back down at the device and scrolled back, snorting when he found it.

“I love you. And not in a friendly way, although I think we're great friends. And not in a misplaced affection, puppy-dog way, although I'm sure that's what you'll call it. And it's not because you're unattainable. I love you. Very simple, very truly. You're the epitome of every attribute and quality I've ever looked for in another person. I know you think of me as just a friend, and crossing that line is the furthest thing from an option you'd ever consider. But I had to say it. I can't take this anymore. I can't stand next to you without wanting to hold you. I can't look into your eyes without feeling that longing you only read about in trashy romance novels. I can't talk to you without wanting to express my love for everything you are.”

“He cut out the part about her being a lesbian.” You waved your hand, moving on. “What am I supposed to do, Shinsou?”

“Why don’t you hear him out? I’m pretty sure he’s serious about this for once. I don’t think this is some elaborate joke or plan, it genuinely seems like he’s finally got his head out of his ass.”

Your gaze was fixed on the mug in your hand as he continued.

“It’s no secret, at least to me, that you’ve been crazy about him since the beginning. Maybe he’s finally realized that what he’s been looking for with all these other people has been right in front of him all along.”

“You sound like you’re in a rom-com now.”

Shinsou shrugged and looked off to the side like he was on an episode of the Office and talking to the camera. “Maybe this is a rom-com.”

Groaning, you let your head fall back. “Okay, fine. So let’s say I give him a shot. What if he fucks it up?”

“Then I fuck him up. But I really doubt it will come to that.”

Picturing Shinsou beating the snot out of Kaminari made you pause for a second. “I’d pay to see it.”

“Look, I know he’s kind of…unconventional?”

You giggled. “That’s a nice way to say he’s bat shit crazy, but go on.”

Before he could open his mouth, heavy bass started blasting from somewhere outside, the volume rattling windows and reverberating through the floors.

“I said certified freak, seven days a week,”

Eyebrows raised, Shinsou put down his coffee mug and stood, walking towards the front of the house. “What the hell is that?”

“Is that.WAP?” You covered your face with your hands. “Please tell me-”

Peeking out the living room window, your friend sighed, looking amused. “Oh, this is good.”

“Is it-” If this was Denki-

“Yes.”

Good God, you needed a drink. “Are you sure I should do this?”

“If you want him to stop blasting that song for the whole neighborhood to hear, then I would say yes.” Shinsou gave you a look.

“At least it’s the censored version.” You stood as well, abandoning your mug and walking to the window to look outside too. “It’s very on-brand for him, isn’t it?”

“If he’d picked any other song I would have been worried.” Sighing, he crossed his arms over his chest.

Denki was standing in front of his car, a large Bluetooth speaker in his hands. He was holding it above his head, and looked much like a modern-day Lloyd Dobler, as he played you the song of his people. (His people being meme edge lords and TikTok enthusiasts, of course.)

“God, I want to punch him, but also kiss him. I’m conflicted.” Biting your lip, you looked back at your friend.

“Punch him and then kiss it better?”

Rolling your eyes at his suggestion, you turned back to the window, watching Denki sweat a little at your lack of response to his ‘romantic gesture’. “How do you put up with an annoying blonde?”

“Duct tape.” You didn’t have to turn around to see the exasperated look on his face. He was used to you pestering him about his relationship with Neito Monoma.

“I don’t need to know about your kinks, Shinsou.” Grinning, you elbowed him teasingly.

“Would you stop talking to me and go out there? The bass is doing my head in.” He shoved you lightly on the shoulder, pushing you towards the front door.

“Fine! I’m going.” Looking down at your outfit, you held up your hands and shrugged. “He gets what he gets, I’m not changing out of this.”

“I’m sure he couldn’t care less.” Shinsou put his hands over his ears. “Please, go make this stop, I’m going to die.”

You steeled yourself, walking to the front door and wrenching it open. “Denki Kaminari, if you don’t shut that shit off-”

The music cut off as soon as he saw you. “I was starting to wonder if you were even home.” He looked sheepish as he put the speaker down on the hood of his car and walked towards you. “I was actually kind of waiting for the cops to come and take me away.”

That headache was coming back, so you closed your eyes and rubbed at your temples when you finally reached him in the driveway. “Denki, what are you doing out here?”

“Haven’t you ever seen Say Anything?” He wiggled his eyebrows, seemingly proud of his cinematic knowledge.

Shaking your head, you opened your eyes and crossed your arms over your chest. “Yes, but he played Peter Gabriel, and you’re out here blasting Cardi B to my entire neighborhood, and I doubt they appreciate hearing about your wet ass-”

Cutting you off, he winked. “But, if I’d played any other song it wouldn’t have been from me, you know?”

Exasperated, you let your head fall back, your gaze on the clouds in the sky. “Why do you keep on doing this? The song at the bar, all those movie quotes, your lame-ass attempt at Lloyd Dobler-”

“Hey! It’s not lame.” Denki looked affronted, and it was pretty cute, but you pressed on.

“If you’re trying to tell me you like me, then message received, but you doing a bunch of things from movies and sending me quotes doesn’t prove to me that you mean it.”

Your words seemed to finally hit home. Denki’s face fell and he looked contemplative. “I’ve been going about this all wrong, haven’t I?”

“I don’t want to say it’s wrong, but it’s been very elaborate, and kind of unnecessary.” You said gently, dropping your arms to your sides.

Taking a deep breath, the man in front of you seemed to steel himself, before locking eyes with you. “Look, Y/N. I…I’ve liked you since the moment I met you. It was scary, really, because I’ve never felt that way about anyone that quickly before. It was almost instant, you know? But I got it in my head that you could never feel the same way. I’m kind of a fuck up, right? Like, I have my shit together zero percent of the time, and you deserve someone who doesn’t eat ramen for breakfast or wears the same pair of jeans two days in a row because they’re still sort of clean.”

Listening to him talk about himself like that made you frown. “I don’t think you’re a fuck up, Denks.”

“I mean, I don’t have a nice house and a fancy car and-”

You stopped him in his tracks. “Why are you so convinced that shit like that matters to me?”

Realizing he might have fucked up, his eyes went wide. “I don’t mean- fuck, that’s not what I meant. What I mean is that I think that’s the type of person you deserve.”

“Don’t you think I should have a say in the type of person I want to date? Why do you get to decide that for me?” You weren’t angry at him, but this had gone on long enough. “Denki, listen to me. I’ve been crazy about you since we first met too, but you’ve always been someone that I assumed to be unobtainable.”

Sputtering, Denki gaped at you. “What? You thought? Me? Hello?”

Huffing a laugh out of your nose, you shook your head. “Yeah, I know. Insane, right?” You stepped a bit closer, looking down at your slippers. “I just mean, you’re so funny and charming, you’re a good person, and you’re always the center of attention. I’m not like that at all, and I never thought you’d want to be with someone like me.” You looked up through your lashes at him. “So I guess we both assumed wrong about the other, huh?”

Determination crossed his face, and the next thing you knew he was leaning in close, his hands resting on your cheeks. “You are everything I’ve ever wanted, and I was so convinced I could never have you, and I was so afraid to be honest with you that I made you think it was never possible. I am going to do everything I can to prove to you how much you mean to me.”

You felt your breath leave your body, and you held onto the front of his jacket for dear life, worried that you were dreaming. “Denki I-”

“This is the part of the movie where we kiss dramatically in your driveway and the camera pans up over the trees while an upbeat love song plays, right?” He grinned, his nose brushing against yours.

You closed your eyes. “Yes, but if you play WAP again I will never forgive you.”

Denki laughed and pulled back, and you watched as he took his phone out of his pocket and clicked on the screen. The opening notes from Peter Gabriel’s ‘In Your Eyes’ began to play from the speaker behind him. “Better?”

Tugging on the front of his jacket again, you pulled him back to you. “Much.”

Eyes closing once more, your lips met his.

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rinarecommends · 3 years

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Catharsis (DemiGod!Bakugou x Soulmate!Reader)

Here I Am! Another Collab. Another Baku.

This is a piece for the mythological au for the bnharem collab for august!

The other works can be read here

This is NSFW content, so if you’re a minor, please DNI.

Warnings: Sexual Content, Death, Google Searches, Mentions of Murder, Actual Murder but not graphic at all.

I hope you enjoy!

thanks to @katsukeen for cheering me on! thanks @kingexpl0sionmurder for listening to me ramble about this and writing with me in sprints, and also a thanks to @andypantsx3 for reading it and loving it (if you haven’t read any of these wonderful humans work then you are missing out, go do it now, after you read this.)

WC: 7.25K

“You have to remember, the time has almost come.” He grunted into your ear. You looked into his blood red eyes, sweat glistening down his face and neck as he thrusted into you, your bodies becoming one. You didn’t understand what he was talking about, but you nodded anyways, you could feel the dam inside you about to break, you were so close.

You jolted awake at the sound of your alarm blaring into your ear. You sighed. Another dream with the blonde, blood eyed man. You didn’t know his name, didn’t understand why he had been in your dreams for as long as you could remember, but you knew him. Your soul connected to him every time you met in your dreams, you never felt uncomfortable or in danger, always at peace and safe in his arms, you would assume that he was your soulmate, but you had been cursed with a black soulmark, meaning that you either didn’t have a soulmate or yours was dead.

In the world you lived in, people were born with soulmarks, usually they were red, and they could be a symbol identifying the soulmate or the soulmates’ name or initials. Yours was a black sword tattooed on your hip, and it has been there since the day you were born, nobody understood why it was a sword, all they knew was that black meant an unhappy ending for you, so for as long as you had known, people gave you pity for it, but you had grown accustomed to the fact that you didn’t have a soulmate in this world, and that was fine with you, until he appeared.

It started when you were sixteen. You fell asleep one night, and he appeared in your dreams. You remember the first time you saw him, vividly. He had blood on his chiseled chest, unruly blonde hair, and eyes the color of blood rubies. He was, for lack of a better word, the most beautiful man you had ever laid eyes on. He had knew your name, and he took you into his arms the moment that he laid eyes on you, whispering to you that he had missed you so much, that it had been so long, but you were still the most beautiful women he had ever laid eyes on, in that dream, he had just held you, and you had never felt safer.

After that, you got visits from him in your dreams most nights, while on others you had dreams of yourself living in different eras of time, which you chalked up to your wish of not being in this pity-filled existence.

You rolled out of bed, groaning as you felt the slick between your legs, feeling the tension still built up from the dream that you were snatched from. You sighed when you realized you had to be at the hospital in less than an hour, which gave you little time to shower and eat, much less to relieve yourself, so you sighed and got out of bed, heading to take a cold shower to start your day.

You arrived at the hospital with a few seconds to spare, nursing scrubs on ready to start the day in the emergency room.

“Hi Y/N!” Your co-worker said as you passed her, you shot her a small smile and wave, as the first trauma of the day came rolling in, starting your shift.

“You have to remember.” You heard his voice. You spun around, but there was no one there. You shook it off and started back towards the treatment area that your patient was in.

“It’s almost time.” You heard again, glancing back there was still no one there.

“Y/N?” you heard your patient say as you walked into the room. You looked up, wondering how she knew your name when you hadn’t introduced yourself yet. You looked at her, an eldery lady with gray curly hair.

“Do I know you Mrs. -” you glanced down at her chart, “Veda Blanchard,” but before you could voice her name, a pain struck through your head as images of you and a curly blonde-headed woman surged through your mind.

“You can’t be her, she died over 50 years ago, but you’re the spitting image of her.” She smiled softly.

You smiled softly masking the pain that had surged through your head.

“That is my name, maybe she was my great grandmother or something?” You said to her softly, she shook her head.

“She wasn’t married, and she had no kids, barely had friends, but she was my best friend, and I loved her.” She said, with a far off look in her eyes, remembering times from the past.

“It must be a coincidence that we have the same name then.” you said softly to her. She nodded, but you could tell that she was not quite convinced, and neither were you.

The conversation ended there as the doctor walked in to see what was wrong with her, giving you orders on what tests to run and medicine to give.

You walked into the lounge shared by doctors and nurses for your lunch break, head still pounding from earlier. You kept getting little flashbacks of yourself with a blonde girl that you had never met, in an era where you could not have existed, but they felt like memories, and you, somehow, knew that it was you in the flashbacks.

“Veda.” you whispered to yourself, pain surging through your head again at the mere mention of her name.

“Veda. I’m not interested in any of these men. Please stop trying to set me up.” You said, exasperatedly.

She giggled at you. “Y/N. You don’t have to be alone just because of your black mark, not having a soulmate just means you can be with whoever you want.” She said, pointing at her black mark as well.

“I have a soulmate.” You grit out, feeling a sudden surge of anger rush through you, but you weren’t sure why you were angry, or why you said that, the black mark on your hip indicating the opposite of what you said.

“That black sword says you don’t. I just want you to live and be happy, and you do not need a soulmate to do that. I met the love of my life, even though he is not my soulmate.” She said, pouting at your anger, letting your tantrum roll off her shoulders, as usual.

“I have plenty of fun with you. I am happy by myself, please drop it.” you said, walking down the street away from her and the dance place she was trying to get you into.

You blinked as one of the doctors snapped their fingers in front of your face.

“Nurse Y/N, are you okay?” they asked you. You shook your head.

“Yeah. I’m fine. I’ve just had a weird morning, and I guess I spaced out.” You told the doctor, smiling softly. You looked down at your lunch, suddenly you weren’t hungry anymore. You took it and threw it away.

You tried to focus on your work, give patients the best care that you could, but you were too unfocused, too distracted, so you found yourself back in veda’s room

“Nurse Y/N. I was wondering if I would see you again.” You heard her say softly, as you entered the room.

“Hi. Mrs. Blanchard. I… I’m curious about your friend. Do you mind talking about her?” You asked her softly, as you sat by her bedside, monitors softly beeping through the room.

“What do you want to know about her?” She asked through a cough. You grabbed the cup of water by her bedside, letting her take a small sip.

“Do I really look like her?” She nodded at your question.

“The spitting image of her. If I hadn’t seen her body in a casket, I would be convinced that you were her, and I would ask how you haven’t aged a day, but I saw her lowered into the ground, cried at her grave, she’s been gone so long.” She said softly to you. You opened your mouth to say something to her, but you fell short, you weren’t sure what to say. She waved her hand gently, silencing you.

“She died on August 28th, 1971. It’s the 50th anniversary today, and here I am dying myself, so maybe meeting you was fate, to give me comfort in my last hours on this earth. She died when she was 25, but I met her when we were both 13. She came to my school, and we bonded over the fact that we both had black soul marks.” As she talked, more memories came flashing through your head.

“Please Welcome Y/N to our class. She just moved here, so make her feel welcome.” The teacher said to the class, introducing you. Everyone smiled at you, easing your nerves, so you lifted your arm to wave, feeling your shirt rise over your hip, and gasps ran through the room. You knew what they had seen, happening countless times before.

Murmurs ran through the room, with glances shot at you as they whispered back and forth, except for a girl with blonde hair that focused her attention outside, a black mark on her neck visible for everyone to see.

The teacher cleared their throat.

“You can sit next to Veda. Veda, raise your hand please.” The blonde girl snapped her attention towards the teacher, finally giving her her attention, she looked you up and down as if she was assessing you, her eyes stopping on the black sword that was on your hip. She blinked, slowly raising her hand.

You walked to the seat beside her, putting your belongings on the floor next to you. Introducing yourself.

“Hi. I’m Y/N, and if it wasn’t obvious, I have a black soul mark.” You said with a soft laugh, trying to break the tension that the rest of the room had created for you.

“Veda. If it wasn’t obvious, I have one too.” She said with a smile.

“You said that she wasn’t married, and she didn’t have kids, right?” You piped up, interrupting her tale of the memory you had just witnessed.

“She didn’t. She had a black soulmark. It means that she either didn’t have a soulmate, or her soulmate had already died. She did talk about one man a lot, from the time we were 16 until she died. I never met him. She called him… uh.” She looked like she was deep in thought, suddenly her eyes brightened.

“Katsuki. She called him Katsuki.” Your world stopped. Katsuki. Katsuki.

“Katsuki.” You whispered, testing the name on your tongue.

“You have to remember.” You heard his voice say again, a little louder than last time.

“Katsuki.” You said, a little louder. She nodded.

“She called him Katsuki. She was convinced that he was her soulmate. She always wanted to believe that the black sword on her hip didn’t mean that she was without a soulmate, but she never brought him around me, despite being best friends. She said he had blonde hair, unruly blond hair, that he was the most beautiful man she had ever laid eyes on, and his eyes were as red as”

“Blood. His eyes were as red as blood.” You finished her sentence, she looked at you, surprise written on her face.

“Yes. Red as blood.” She nodded. “.. How did you know that?” She asked, her curiosity getting the best of her.

How could you explain that she was describing the same man that you had seen in your dreams for almost a decade? How could you explain that you also had a black sword soul mark on your hip, the same as her friend?

“A lucky guess?” You said, sheepishly. She gave you a look, not believing you. You sighed. You grabbed the bottom of your scrub top, pulling your pants down enough to expose your hip. She looked at what you were doing, a gasp ringing through the air.

“That’s not possible.” She muttered, repeatedly, over and over, gasping for breath. The monitors started beeping wildly, doctors rushing past you, ordering you out of the way. You were frozen, rooted in the place where you stood.

The sound of a flatline rang through the air, snapping you out of it, unrooting you from your spot. They compressed Veda's chest, but she was gone, you knew she wasn’t coming back, and you knew that you had to answer all the questions she had brought you, alone.

Your shift ended. Usually after work, you were exhausted, but your body felt like it was connected to a livewire, tingles running through your spine, the need for answers to the weirdest day you had ever had fueling you to keep going.

You needed to clear your head. It was late, and you had work tomorrow, so going to a bar was out of the question, hangovers were not good when working in an ER. You found yourself driving to the beach, hoping that the soothing sound of the waves crashing against the shore, and the smell of the fresh air mixing with the salt water would bring you some semblance of peace, help you figure out what exactly was going on with you.

You pulled into the beach, parking your car in the empty lot, seemingly you were the only person who was here on this beach on a monday night, probably because you were the only one who felt like you were going crazy.

You took off your shoes, letting the sand run between your toes, breathing in the unique smell of the ocean, feeling the breeze produced by the waves upon your skin. You looked up into the night sky, the stars shining so bright, the moon full. You picked a spot in the sand, and sat down on the shore, close enough that your feet would be brushed by the waves, but far enough away that you wouldn’t get completely soaked. Your eyes were drawn to a cluster of stars, in particular, and you laid back and looked up at the sky, clearing your head.

The clear bright stars forming a W. You were never into constellations, had never been a stargazer, but you, somehow, knew that constellation.

“Cassiopea.” You muttered to yourself, and the piercing pain you had grown accustomed to from the day shot through your head again.

You laid next to Katsuki under the stars, cuddled into his side, where you felt the most safe, knowing that no-one or nothing could touch you when you were with your lover, not that they would try, the black sword on your hip was testament enough that you belonged to him, only him.

“Y/N.” He murmured, dragging your attention back to him. You hummed in acknowledgement, content.

“Do you see that form with those five bright stars? It’s supposed to resemble that queen, that great uncle poseidon punished for saying that her and her daughter were more beautiful than the nereids, in her torture chair. Cassiopeia. That was her name.” You furrowed your eyebrows, wondering what he was telling you about a constellation of stars for.

“Poseidon punished her for thinking she was more beautiful than the nereids?” He grunted, before looking at you, a look of tenderness in his eyes.

“None of them have ever laid eyes on you though, or they would know they all paled in comparison to your beauty.” He gently caressed your face with the back of his hand, pulling you impossibly closer, his lips brushing against yours before taking you into a kiss, an all consuming kiss, full of passion and love, the feelings you shared for each other could be felt by each other in that kiss.

“I love you, katsuki. I am so lucky to be able to spend an eternity with you.” you murmured, as you pulled away briefly from the kiss, before going in for another.

You gasped as the memory faded, reality coming back to you. You came to the beach to clear your head, but now you were more confused than ever. That was you. It had to be you, both times. Veda’s Y/N and the Y/N just now with katsuki. How else could you having these memories be explained, but why were you still so young, why couldn’t you remember everything, instead of just these fragmented pieces of your past?

You stood up from the sand, stumbling a bit, and walked back towards your car. You needed to know what was going on, and the best chance you had was research. You had never looked into the meaning of your soulmark, the understanding of what people had told you that it meant was too painful to fully grasp, so you had strayed from research not wanting to make it so concrete, but now you knew that what everyone had told you was wrong, it had to be, right?

You drove home as fast as you could, the need to get answers eating you up inside. You walked in stripping off your clothes as you went, throwing them wherever they landed, you would pick them up later. You took a quick shower, not dallying in there, just a wash and rinse, your computer calling to you from where it laid on your bed.

You wrapped a towel around your body, walking into your closet, grabbing a pair of your comfy, silk pajamas, slipping them on before flopping onto your bed, grabbing your laptop.

You opened it, powering it on, typing in your password when prompted. Opening up your search engine, you pondered on what you should research first, deciding on black soul marks, you typed it in, skimming through the results, you clicked on one that caught your attention.

Everyone is born with a soul mark, usually they are red. There are, however, individuals that are born with a black mark. People have been told that black marks mean that the soulmate is either dead or doesn’t exist, but if you go back far enough, there is another explanation. Black marks mean that you are bound to an immortal being, such as a god or goddess.

“I am so lucky to be able to spend an eternity with you.” You muttered to yourself, remembering what you had said in the memory of stargazing with Katsuki.

Katsuki was an immortal, so if you were bound to him, why weren’t you together?

You typed in reincarnation next, scrolling through articles, until you came upon something that caught your attention.

“Reincarnation and the concept of past lives has existed for thousands of years, spanning back to the ancient Celtic, Greek, Asian and Indian traditions. It is the rebirth of a soul in a new body, hoping for the soul to attain perfection, giving the soul earthly lessons and experiences.”

There wasn’t much information on reincarnation, many people being skeptical of it. You sighed. Katsuki was a japanese name, but Poseidon was a greek god, and if poseidon was his “great uncle” that would mean that he was also greek, then what god was he?

You typed in the name katsuki along with greek mythology, not expecting to get many results. You looked through the results, skimming to see if anything would help, and then you saw something that made that piercing pain shoot through your head.

“People down there are calling you the strongest, stronger than any of your brothers and sisters, maybe even stronger than your father.” You whispered, curled into his side. You felt a rumble through his chest as he chuckled.

“I will always win.” He said simply, making you roll your eyes.

“In another culture, you would be called “katsuki.” it means “win” and “victorious.” You stated, something you had learned recently, you had always been interested in learning more than just your own greek culture.

“I like that name. Katsuki.” His rough voice rumbled, sleep edging its way into his voice. You looked at him, with his droopy eyes, and leaned up, kissing him softly.

“You may be Dunamis to everyone else, but you’ll always be my katsuki.” you whispered against his lips, feeling him smile against yours, before letting sleep take both of you.

Dunamis.

You typed in Dunamis. It was the Greek word for “dynamite,” meaning strength, power or ability. In Greek Mythology, he was the only demigod son of Ares, coming from a human mother, the only lover he had taken besides aphrodite.

Dunamis. Katsuki. A Greek Demigod.

You had a soulmate. Your black mark meant something totally different than you had been told your entire existence, but if you had been with him before, why were you two separated now? Why had you been separated for so long?

You laid back in your bed, feeling like you were so close to remembering something, but still so far away.

Your eyes were getting heavy, the adrenaline of the bizarre experience you had had catching up to you. Suddenly, you were just so tired, so you let the familiarity of the arms of sleep take you in, and then you dreamt.

“He had the courage to touch what was MINE. MY Soulmate. MY Y/N. He can have the courage to face the fate that he has brought upon himself.” You heard Katsuki’s voice, filled with rage. You were laying there, crying, so upset. All you could feel were his hands groping you every chance he was around you, knowing that you were Katsuki’s. He didn’t care. This time he had gone too far, touching you too much after he had been warned time and time again. Katsuki was out for blood this time. He was the strongest son of Ares.

“Dunamis. Please. You cannot fight other gods, just because they have touched your possessions.” One of his servants said, trying to calm him down. They didn’t understand his rage, when it concerned you. You and him were eternal. Two sides of the same coin. Twin Flames. Soulmates. You two completed each other in so many different ways. You were more than a possession to him.

“Do. NOT. SPEAK. Of Y/N as if she is just some OBJECT that I own. She is my SOULMATE, and I will defend her honor. Set up the meeting, or I will cut your head off too.” He snarled.

“Quiet Boy.” A voice you were familiar with spoke up, a door sounding through the house, slamming shut.

“Father.” Katsuki sneered. Him and Ares had never seen eye to eye.

“You will stop this nonsense. You are not going to cut the head of your own brother off over a girl. Phobos will be taken care of, so let it go.” His voice thundered.

“NO. I will handle him. He has been warned too many times. He won’t leave her alone, so he dies. I don’t care if he and your other kids mean more because they belong to aphrodite. I was a mistake, I know, but I AM THE STRONGEST, and I will cut down anyone that hurts the woman I love….. Even if you stand in my way.” Ares snarled, it echoed through the building, and you heard footsteps coming towards the room you were in. You sat up in the bed as footsteps entered the room. Ares stood before you.

“You have caused problems for my family, girl.” He was intimidating, even if this wasn’t the first time you had seen him, you never got used to how power exuded from him, even if katsuki was stronger, he didn’t have the power of a full blooded god, the command. Could he beat Ares? Yes.

“I haven’t done anything, sir. Phobos had no consent to touch me. He had no right.” You stated, hoping that he couldn’t feel your intimidation.

“I’m aware, but he is my son. He is not to be touched, by anyone, much less a brother. I will bring him here, and he will apologize, and we will let this go. Yes?” He asked, but you could tell it wasn’t really a question, that you had no choice but to comply. You nodded, and he turned, walking away.

“Call Phobos. Here. Now.” You heard him say to someone. You just sat there, you weren’t sure how long.

“Y/N.” You heard Phobos’s voice come from the doorway, after a while.

You snapped your head up, eyes meeting his, fear rushing through you. The panic that he brought upon people, quickly settling into your bones.

“You’ve caused such a mess. My Foolish brother doesn’t deserve you. I have to come here, to apologize to you, for taking what I want? For living like the god that I am?” He came towards you, sitting on the edge of your bed, but you couldn’t move, frozen in terror like soldiers before who had faced him and Deimos in battle.

“No. I am not apologizing. I will do as I please.” You saw blonde hair appear in the doorway from your peripheral vision, the panic leaving your body as you saw the blood red eyes of the man you love, narrowed in rage, and suddenly Phobos was against the wall, gasping for air, life leaving his eyes with Katsuki’s hand around his throat, and then he was gone, just like that.

“NO.” You heard Ares scream, as he walked into the room. He looked at Katsuki, Dunamis, and then his sights turned on you.

“Dunamis….. You will be separated from this girl for a very long time, for your punishment. She will be reincarnated over and over, not remembering you for 10 millenia or longer, to be able to return to you. She will have to remember everything. EVERYTHING. Do you understand?” Ares said in a soft, rage filled voice.

“You can’t take her away from me.” Katsuki snarled at him, stalking towards his father, his sword pulled from the scabbard with quick action.

“Watch me.” He stated, and suddenly you felt something hit you in your neck, and you couldn’t breathe. You moved your eyes down, seeing a small dagger sticking from your neck, feeling your own blood choking you. You tried to say Katsuki’s name, but gargles were the only thing that flowed out. He ran towards you as Ares turned and walked away from the scene, leaving you to die in Katsuki’s arms.

“I will wait an eternity for you, Y/N. Come back to me. You have to come back to me, you felt something wet hit your cheek as he took you into his arms, cradling you in them, and for the first time that you can remember, Katsuki was crying, and everything faded away.

You sat up, in bed, covered in sweat, gasping for breath, grabbing at your neck as if the knife from the dream would still be there, the blood still choking you, but you were in your bed, safe, sound, and the alarm for work suddenly came to your attention.

You moved on autopilot. Going through the motions as the dream of you dying played over and over again. You decided that instead of driving so distracted, you were going to walk to work. You started the route that you took when you decided to do this, and let your mind wander.

You still couldn’t wrap your head around the fact that your soulmate was a god, a demigod. Dunamis. Dynamite. Katsuki.

Suddenly, you heard a blaring horn snapping you away from the thoughts of him, and before you had good focus, you felt an impact, the car that blared its horn not being able to stop in time to miss you, and your body flew. You felt everything, but also nothing, and the familiarity of blood coming up your throat like it had in your dream, made something click. Suddenly, it all made sense. Suddenly you remembered.

“Dunamis. Katsuki.” You whispered through the gargling of the blood in your throat, and death took you again, just like your dream.

You felt your eyes open, slowly, blinking a couple of times, but you felt no pain, instead you felt silk against your skin, light shining through the canopy across the bed that you were laid in. You looked around, not lifting your head up much, and you were definitely not in a hospital, even though you knew you had just been hit by a car. You realized where you were when you saw the vanity in the corner of the room, with the belongings you remembered owning so long ago. You had made it back to the realm of the gods, back to katsuki.

You sat up in the bed, the blanket slipping from your chest, a breeze smoothing across your skin, making you aware of the absence of clothing on your body.

You looked around the room, realizing it was the room that you and he had shared then. You heard a gasp from the entryway and snapped your head towards the noise. Golden eyes pierced into yours with beautiful pink hair shining where the light hit it. You smiled softly.

“Hello Mina.” You whispered to Harmonia, AKA Mina, Goddess of Harmony, Child of Ares and Aphrodite. Katsuki’s half sister.

“It’s you. You really woke up this time.” She said, her voice loud enough for just you to hear.

“This time?” You said, confused.

“Your body has been here so long, just lying there ever since Dunamis was punished. It was in stasis, while your soul was reincarnated over and over again. You always died very young in your reincarnations, so Dunamis, Me, and the others would always come to see if you woke up around the time that your reincarnation ended. I’m the only one who checks now… It hurts him too much to come here, having you so close, but so far away.” She explained, sitting on the edge of the bed that you were, having moved closer as she explained herself.

“Where is he now?” You asked, quietly.

“Somewhere in the palace. Doing his “godly” duties, as he calls them.” She snorted with a tender smile on her face.

“He killed father.” She said abruptly, smiling sadly. “It wasn’t right after the incident happened, but as time went on and you just laid here, his anger grew, until he snapped. He demanded that Ares bring you back, but father felt that his punishment was fitting for having killed Phobos, so when he denied Dunamis his request, he demanded that Ares fight him. Dunamis won. Ares fell in the battle, now Dunamis is the god of war, himself.”

You nodded. His temper had always gotten the best of him when it concerned you, he was protective, possessive.

“I want to see him, please. I need to.” You told her. She nodded, light shining back into her eyes.

“We must get you dressed right away then!” She grabbed the blanket, shucking it off of you, and dragging you out of the bed.

She helped you get dressed into a gown and did your hair in a simple way before dragging you out of the room, guiding you through the hallways, memories flowing into your mind like water in a lake, slowly but surely.

She came to a door, and your heart stopped when you heard his voice, yelling at someone. She nudged you with a smile, trying to ease your nerves.

“You will DO AS I SAY if you want shit done right around here. You cretins still think that my win against the old bastard was a fluke, well, we can get in the ring, and I will show you… IT WAS NOT.” You heard him say, you had to stifle the giggle that wanted to come out of your mouth so bad. She opened the door, and you entered. She had decided that it was best she let you two reunite alone.

He didn’t notice you for a moment, his attention elsewhere, scowling at the advisors he had been yelling at. One of them noticed you first, dropping whatever he had been holding, shattering against the floor, his eyes widened.

“What the fuck is wrong with you? What -” His tirade cut off once his eyes landed on you, having turned to see what the other man had been looking at.

His mouth was agape. You saw tears prickle at the corner of his eyes.

“Everyone OUT.” He said as loudly as he could muster his voice to go. You heard their footsteps shuffle out, the door closing behind them. His eyes never left yours and yours never left his.

“Y/N.” He whispered your name so softly, as if he couldn’t believe it was you, here, with him, once again.

The utterance of your name made your body move, and before you knew it, you were running into his arms. You collided into his chest, his arms coming to wrap around you, your legs hooking around his waist, face burying in the crook of his neck.

You felt tears start to come out of your eyes. Every reincarnation, you had believed something was missing inside of you. You had never known real peace, never been truly fulfilled. You had thought it was because you didn’t have a soulmate, but you knew now that it was because you were separated from him. Here, in his arms, you felt complete, and it was catharsis that you both needed because you were both crying into each other, trying to get as close to one another as you could.

You brought your head from his neck and looked at him. He held you with one arm, using the other to wipe away your tears.

“I missed you so much.” You whispered to him. He leaned in to you.

“I missed you too, baby.” He said as your lips met for the first time in ages and it was like filling your body with lava, making your insides hot. Your lips molded together perfectly, and you never wanted to kiss to end, but it did much sooner than you wanted, damn oxygen.

You peppered kisses all over his face as you two pulled away from the kiss, you gripped his face in your hands, just wanting to feel him, threading your fingers through his spiky blonde hair that was soft to the touch.

“I dreamt of you.” You whispered into the room. He smirked.

“I know. I came to you in your dreams, as soon as I figured out how to do it. It was the only time we could be together, even though you didn’t really know who I was.” He whispered back.

“You killed your father.” You stated. He gave you a grin with a sharp tooth sticking out.

“He was never a father to me, and I would do it again if I had to.” You smiled softly.

He sat down in a chair, bringing you into his lap, laying your head on his shoulder, your legs across his lap.

“I feel so complete now that we’re back together.” You said. He hummed in acknowledgement, feeling the same himself.

“Let’s get married.” He said after a few moments of silence.

You giggled thinking he was joking.

“I just got back to you, and you want to get married, already?” You asked him teasingly, but you soon realized that he was not joking. His eyes were so serious.

“I never want to be separated from you, again. I want us to be united, in all ways. I want to have kids with you, and spend the rest of this eternity with you by my side, nobody will EVER take you away from me again.” He said fiercely. You just looked at him for a moment before nodding.

“I’ll marry you. It’s always been you, Katsuki. My God Of War. Dunamis.” You said, leaning in to seal your words with a kiss. The kiss turned into something more, very quickly. Your tongue intertwined with his, as he moved so that your cunt was pressed against his growing erection. You moaned at the contact.

He pulled away as he started peppering kisses down your neck, finding your sweet spot instantly, biting down and sucking to leave a mark on you, to show the world you were his, you always had been.

You groaned at the feeling of his teeth digging into your skin so gently and you grinded against his lap, capturing a groan that vibrated the skin against your neck. He pulled at the straps of your gown, ripping the top of it off with ease, barely jerking it. He grabbed at your breasts, each fitting snugly into one of his hands, palming them before kissing down your chest before taking one of them into his mouth, rolling the nipple of the other one between his fingers. You cried out into the room, hoping that no one was near this room in the palace.

He took the nipple between his teeth gently pulling it before switching to the other breast, giving it the same attention. You had missed his attentiveness. You rocked yourself against his erection, your wetness seeping through, your pussy needing friction.

He lifted you into his arms before standing up, your breast leaving his mouth with an audible pop.

“I’m taking you to bed.” He said, his voice having a lustful edge to it, you could tell that he was barely hanging on to his control keeping him from fucking you into that chair. He walked quickly to a room with his belongings strewn everywhere. It must have been where he had slept, while your body was in your original shared quarters. He pressed you against the wall, kissing you harshly as the door to the room closed behind you two. You kissed him back with just as much fervor, as hungry for him as he was for you. He threw you onto the bed, and you bounced softly before he was on top of you, looming over you.

He ripped the rest of the dress off your body, leaving you bare to him. He kissed down your stomach, nipping gently at the skin as he went, skin heating at every place his lips touched. You felt his breath against your wetness, and before you had time to utter a word, a long moan came out of you as he ate you like a man starved. He groaned into your pussy as you wiggled, his hands moving to hold your thighs down as he ate. His mouth found your clit, swiping his tongue repeatedly against it, sucking it into his mouth, making sinful noises come from your lips.

You felt him lick down your slit before pushing his tongue inside of you, a broken cry leaving your mouth as he fucked you with his tongue. You felt the dam inside of you about to burst, and he did too because he got more eager, and you screamed as you came for him. He made sure not to miss a drop.

You grabbed his head from between your legs, bringing his face to yours before kissing him, the taste of yourself coming onto your tongue.

“Want you so bad, katsuki.” you whispered against him, grinding up to the erection that was prominent in the pants that he still had on. You pulled at the pants, indicating that you wanted them off.

“You’ll get what you want, princess, but you’re not ready yet.” He smirked, making you huff.

“I am -” You were cut off as you felt him plunge a finger inside of you. You groaned loudly as he pushed his finger in and out of you.

“That feel good?” He whispered into your ear, peppering kisses there.

“So good baby. So good. More Please.” You begged him, wanting as much of him as he would give you. He huffed in amusement, adding another finger, stretching you to prepare you for his cock.

You felt his fingers leave you as you were about to cum for the second time, dragging a whine from you. He shushed you before getting off of the bed, removing his pants before climbing back on top of you.

You felt the head of his cock rub against you.

“You ready, princess?” He smirked at you, words failed you so all you could do was moan for him, wantonly.

He slowly pushed inside of you, the stretch burning in the most delicious way. He filled you up in the best way. He pushed all the way in before pulling out completely, snapping back in just as soon as he left.

You screamed silently, dragging your nails down his back as he brought you to the edge again. Your entire body felt like it was on fire, and you were ready to burn.

“KATSUKI.” You screamed out into the air, the only word you could get out.

“I know baby, it’s been so long.” He grunted out, his snapping of his hips gaining a rougher edge, making your nails scratch deeper down his back. You felt tears prickle at the edge of your eyes before sliding down your cheeks.

“I’m close, so close.” You muttered out. He grunted.

“Me too.” He said into your ear. “Don’t cum until I say so.” you felt his tongue swipe at your earlobe, gently scraping his teeth against it.

You felt yourself tighten at the command, making him groan.

“Cum inside me. Please. Want you to cum inside me.” You cried out, begging for him to fill you up, to complete you.

“Yeah? You want me to fill you up with my cum? First night back and you want me to breed you, my dirty princess.” He said into your ear, and you cried out.

“Yeah. Want it so bad.” You got out between moans. You were trying so hard not to cum before he was ready, but you could barely hold on.

He thrust in roughly. “Cum.” He commanded as his thrusts became sloppy and hurried. You screamed as you released the orgasm that you had been holding in, and you felt his cum spray your insides, filling you up. He kissed you as he came to prop himself up with his arms, not pulling out of you. He flipped you two so that he was on his back, and you were on top of him, still not leaving the warmth of your bred pussy.

“I don’t want a drop to go to waste.” He stated, as explanation at the switch in the positions. You giggled at his animalistic grin, like a dog proud that he had marked his territory.

You laid down flat against him as you came down from the high you two had created, together. You felt his cock soften inside you, still not slipping out due to your position.

You sighed. You felt so at peace.

“Tomorrow.” He said.

You looked at him quizzically, not sure what he meant.

“Tomorrow. We’ll get married tomorrow.” He stated.

You smiled softly, pecking his lips, cuddling closer to him.

“Tomorrow.” You agreed.

You looked down where your bodies were joined before noticing the black sword mark that was on your skin, softly running a finger over it with a wistful smile.

“Tomorrow.” you repeated before sleep came to take you, his even breaths as sleep took him as well the last thing you heard as your eyes closed, wrapped in his arms, back where you belong.

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cupajoscafe · 3 years

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This is a wonderful collab dedicated to everyone's favourite feral gremlin, Katsuki Bakugou! Brought to you by @jodrawssmut @phasmwrites @katsukikitten @bakugotrashpanda @lady-bakuhoe and @ramen-rambles !! Thank you Nat for these lovely Birthday Bash graphics as well!!

Hey howdy hey everybody!! I hope you guys are as excited for Bakugou's birthday as all of us are! This year we thought it would be a great idea to pool together some content from some amazingly talented and skilled creators to celebrate Katsuki's brithday! Below you can find a list of everyone who's participating in the official event, and the masterlist will be updated with everyone's work once they all go live on April 20th!!

PLEASE NOTE: while this collab may have SFW pieces, not all of them are SFW!! Please heed the NSFW warnings, and we ask that MINORS DNI with the NSFW content! All pieces will be tagged accordingly!

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suyacho · 3 years

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Welcome everyone, this is the masterlist for this months bnharem collab! The collab is called “on the job” in which everyones writing/art is around the chosen theme. (It’s basically all around working places, so it could be like coworkers/employees at a certain store together etc etc. you get it.) Click right here to check out last months collab!

QUICK NOTE: A reminder that work in this masterlist can have SFW, NSFW & DARK CONTENT in it, so please make sure to read all the warnings everyone puts before reading it.

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The masterlist will be updated with all the finished work around May 22nd - 12PM EST! Please make sure to support all the amazing creators then!

ART

@jodrawssmut - Katsuki Bakugou

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@spaceywarlock - Mina Ashido

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WRITING

@get-shiggy-with-it - Dabi

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@nicka-nell - Dabi

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@minninugget - Denki Kaminari

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@kingexpl0sionmurder - Denki Kaminari

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@tteokdoroki - Eijirou Kirishima

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@bakugotrashpanda - Eijirou Kirishima

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@httptamaki - Hari Kurono (Chronostasis)

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@anarchicmartyr - Hitoshi Shinsou

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@hitoshisbabygirl - Hitoshi Shinsou

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@shannonplease - Hizashi Yamada

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@candychronicles - Izuku Midoriya

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@fuwushiguro - Jin Bubaigawara (Twice)

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@arvandus - Kai Chisaki (overhaul)

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@kuroos-babygirl - Katsuki Bakugou

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@izuushi - Katsuki Bakugou

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@reddriot - Keigo Takami

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@libiraki - Keigo Takami

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@spaceywarlock - Mina Ashido

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@burnedbyshoto - Shoto Todoroki

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@adminbryantsaki - Shouta Aizawa

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@lycheesden - Shouta Aizawa

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@vs-redemption - Tamaki Amajiki

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@katsukisprincess - Tamaki Amajiki

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@unbreakablekiribaku - Tetsutetsu Tetsutetsu

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@chaos-night - Toshinori Yagi

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@katsukikitten - Yo Shindo

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That concludes this months collab, I hope everyone enjoyed all the amazing work! I know i did :)

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bnharem-hub · 2 years

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In the BNHarem Discord Server “love is in the air! From the sickly sweet to fake dating, to new romances to cherishing old flames here are a collection of stories and art that revolve around romance tropes! Banner Credit: @magpie-scribbles

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arvandus · 3 years

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The Sound of Silence (18+ Aizawa x Fem!Reader)

Pairing: Aizawa x Fem!Reader

Synopsis: After once again being stood up for a date at your favorite jazz club, you decide to give up dating entirely in favor of watching and fantasizing about your favorite jazz musician, Aizawa Shouta. You had assumed you’d never meet him face to face. You had assumed that he didn’t even know you existed. You’re about to learn that your assumptions are wrong.

Warnings: 18+ ONLY/NSFW; reader wears a sexy black dress (minimally described); minor sexual harassment; slow build; praise kink (if you squint); hand kink (probably); fingering; ‘baby’ petname.

Special Note: A few days late, but here’s my contribution to the BNHarem January Collab ‘Making Beautiful Music’ posted by @kingexpl0sionmurder. It was supposed to be a oneshot, but this particular piece got a mind of its own and will at least have a sequel. If we’re all really lucky, it may become a multichapter series in the far and distant future, when my life is less crazy (I have ideas, ok??). In the meantime, I hope you enjoy this fic!

Word Count: 9486

Recommended Song: No specific song at the moment, but this was what I listened to while writing this.

Lesson 1

It was crowded tonight, the air of the small club Midnight hot and heavy with the scent of cigar smoke and booze. The noise of conversations and laughing voices filled the air like the buzzing of a hive, as bodies mingled about like busy bees, each looking for their own bit of nectar. Some looking to win romance. Some looking to win money. While others were simply winning by enjoying the company of friends. Their movements were carried on the music that filled the space, upbeat jazz played by a three-person band. It was comforting in its familiarity, developed over multiple visits – some with friends, some with coworkers, and some with potential love interests.

You sat at the bar, a drink held protectively in your hand as your eyes searched. You checked your phone for messages but found none. It’d been a full twenty minutes and you were pretty sure by this point that your date wasn’t going to show up. It was supposed to be your first date in over a month, and you’d had high hopes for it - you’d clicked well with the person on your dating app (or so you thought), talking over the course of a couple of weeks before finally deciding to meet. So tonight, you’d put in a little extra effort into your appearance, donning a black dress that showed off your curves and putting careful attention into your makeup.

Damn. You were genuinely interested in this one.

You sent them a quick text in the hopes that you’d get a response. Give them an extra ten minutes… You thought. Maybe they were caught in traffic or something.

But by the time you hit the 45-minute mark with no messages, you’d officially given up. A half-hearted sigh fell past your painted lips. You weren’t really too surprised by this point. You’d been having terrible luck in the dating scene for a while now. Sometimes it was them. Sometimes it was you. But for whatever reason, each attempt ended in failure.

Oh well. It was likely for the best. At least you would be able to enjoy the rest of your evening in solitude instead of enduring a potentially disastrous date. And as for your attire, it certainly didn’t hurt to feel sexy, even if you had no one to share it with.

You loved this place. The atmosphere, the music… you’d even managed to make friends with the bartender Hizashi to the point that he’d walk you to your car on the nights that you stayed until closing.

Your eyes scanned around the room, observing. Wooden tables littered the main floor, where small lit candles cast yellow light on observing faces, eyes trained on the musicians. Booths lined along the far wall, filled mostly with men who puffed cigars over a game of cards, their raucous laughter carrying through the din. Closer to the bar was an arrangement of tall, round tables with matching bar height chairs. A group of women, likely on a ladies’ night out, filled the table closest to you, taking shots and laughing, their heels perched on the rungs. Waiters zigzagged their way through the crowd with expert precision, platters held high with drinks and snacks, while patrons milled about, waiting for an open table.

And, of course, there was the stage itself, where the jazz band finished their final piece before collecting their instruments and leaving the small stage. All that was left from their departure was a black baby grand piano, property of the club. Your pulse quickened as you checked your watch. Was it that time already?

Not a moment later, there he was. Long, black, wavy hair pulled back into a half ponytail, the hint of a 5 o’ clock shadow dusting his jawline and framing his lips. He was dressed in simple clothes, as always… a black v-neck shirt with the sleeves pushed halfway up his forearms and dark jeans. He entered the stage without so much a glance towards the busy room, instead making his way to the piano with his hands in his pockets. He sat down and from your position at the bar, you could barely see his long fingers arrange themselves at the keys, gently curled.

As soon as he began to play, the mood in the club shifted slightly from buzzing to relaxing. The flow of his fingers across the keys drew a lazy melody reminiscent of rainy days and hot coffee; of snuggling under warm blankets, feet intertwined with a lover who danced their fingers across your skin, gently tickling your flesh the way his fingers tickled those keys.

Aizawa Shouta.

Of course you knew his name. The first time you’d heard him play, you’d felt weightless, your body going numb as every sensation coalesced into your chest like the forming of a star. The question of his identity had fallen from your lips before you’d even realized it, and it had been Hizashi who’d answered you, a chuckle on his lips.

Fuck. It felt like he was making love to you through the notes, each key meticulously selected like a carefully-worded love letter. It made your palms sweat against your glass, your breath hitching in your throat as that familiar sensation took you over, holding you hostage.

This. This was probably why none of the people you dated ever seemed to work out. You’d tried… God, you’d tried… some of them were nice, good people. But you couldn’t help but search for that feeling – this feeling – each time you met someone new. And every single time it fell short. It was an impossible standard, an invisible bar that no one was able to jump. Deep down you knew this, yet you couldn’t figure out how to let it go. It was just music, right? Played by a handsome man who didn’t even know you existed. But you didn’t want to let go of this feeling, to settle for someone that made you feel only an inkling of what he made you feel. Or worse, to let it go and be left with emptiness.

You had no solutions. You were trapped in Aizawa’s maze of music, unwilling to find your way out as his notes weaved a cage around your heart.

You lost yourself to his melody, the club around you fading away. Time lost its meaning as you watched his hands dance along the keys, his fingers nimble. His half-lidded eyes were fixed on the instrument before him, his expression neutral. To anyone else watching, he would look almost bored; but you’d seen him play often enough that you’d grown accustomed to reading the nuances of his body language, even across the smoky haze. You knew his look of boredom was really a look of focus as he submerged himself in his art, his hands playing on instinct, a direct link between what he felt and what he expressed.

He loved what he did.

And you loved watching.

Hizashi’s voice interrupted your hypnosis. “Another night solo, huh?”

You took a look at the bartender as he prepped some cocktails for some waiting patrons. He had his wire-framed spectacles on again, the orange tinted ones, the color visible from the white backlight of the bar. His long blonde hair was pulled back into a low ponytail, and he wore a pinstriped shirt adorned with a black waistcoat.

You chuckled and took a sip of your drink. “It wasn’t supposed to be.”

“You got stood up again?” You shrugged and Hizashi shook his head slightly. “If they ain’t willing to show up, then they ain’t worth your time.”

“Probably more like the other way around, don’t ya think?” you replied wryly.

Hizashi scoffed. “Don’t let them get to you. They don’t know what they’re missing.”

You grinned and set your glass down. “Are you flirting with me, Hizashi?”

He grinned back and winked at you through his spectacles. “Always, darlin’.”

You chuckled and returned your eyes to the stage. “It’s okay…” you said thoughtfully. “Maybe it’s time I stopped trying.”

“Mhm…” Hizashi watched you stare at Aizawa and he raised an eyebrow. “Y’know, I can get you an introduction if you’d like…”

“What??”

“Don’t play coy with me, darlin’. You know who I’m talking about. If you want to meet him, I can introduce you to him. We’re good friends, he and I. Known each other for years.” He commented.

You weren’t surprised by this news… you’d seen Aizawa join Hizashi at the bar on rare occasions after his performance was done. But you’d always been occupied at a table with company when it happened.

Watching him from a distance was one thing. But actually meeting him? Up close? Where you couldn’t hide your girlish infatuation?

You felt your pulse quicken with dread, heat flooding your body. “No, it’s okay. I wouldn’t want to inconvenience him.”

Hizashi gave you a skeptical look over the rim of his glasses before he shrugged. “Suit yourself, darlin’.”

The blonde stepped away, a new group of customers hollering for his attention. You took a large gulp of your drink hoping it would quell your nerves at the thought of meeting the man on stage. No. You definitely didn’t want to meet him. The last thing you needed was for your interaction with him to be a dud just like it was with all the others, destroying your own secret little fantasy. He was handsome to look at. And you fantasized about his skilled hands when you were in the quiet of your bedroom. But that was all it was; just harmless daydreams over someone you didn’t really know or plan to get to know. Besides, if you’d ever thought you had a chance with him, you certainly wouldn’t be trying to meet people through a dating app.

Gradually the time ticked by as you enjoyed watching the dark-haired man play, Hizashi stopping in to check on you from time to time and place fresh drinks in front of you. You were content for the time being, enjoying the steady buzz you were maintaining as you enjoyed the ambiance. Occasionally you people watched or engaged in conversation with Hizashi when he wasn’t busy… but for the most part, you relaxed as you observed the raven-haired pianist, letting his music ease the tension in your shoulders as the alcohol warmed your bones.

A few hours later, as you were busy talking with Hizashi, the final note on the piano rang out, signaling the end of Aizawa’s shift. The sudden silence hit you like a bucket of ice water, and your eyes darted towards the stage, your heart pumping panic through your veins. You had planned to leave just before his shift ended, just to make sure you didn’t run into him. Maybe it was the daydreaming, or the conversations with Hizashi, or the alcohol... but you’d lost track of time. Now you could only watch and wait to see where he’d end up, hoping beyond hope that he’d disappear like he usually did. Only rarely did he linger for a drink. What were the odds, right?

Tonight was one of those rarities, and you held your breath, your posture going rigid, as he sat himself a mere two seats away from you. He never once looked at you, instead, addressing Hizashi.

“Old Fashioned.” He requested, his voice deep. It sent a shiver down your spine as the blood in your veins turned molten. You knew instantly that that sound was now committed to memory.

“Do you even need to ask?” Hizashi replied with a grin as he slid the drink to him.

You disciplined your eyes to stare at your own drink as if it’d open up a portal for you to escape through. But as much as you struggled to control yourself, the simple gesture of Aizawa reaching for his drink made you break eye contact with your own. Your eyes caught how his fingers circled around his glass, long and surprisingly manicured. You couldn’t help but watch as he brought the drink up to his lips to take a sip, and from there your gaze followed the curve of his mouth, the stubble that framed it, his jawline, his eyes…

Your eyes made contact with his briefly and you quickly looked back down at your drink, your heart pounding in your chest.

Shit. He caught you staring.

You took a couple of deep swigs, forcing the alcohol down your tight throat, letting the burn of it act as a punishment for your violation. This. This was why you didn’t want to meet him. No words had even been shared yet and you were already making a fool of yourself.

“Long night?” Hizashi asked him. In the background, the next performer entered the stage and began to play, and you couldn’t help but strain your ears over the music to listen for Aizawa’s answer.

“I’ve had worse…” Aizawa replied. “You?”

“Busy, but I’m in good company at least.” Hizashi replied. Your heart pounded in your chest as your fingers tightened around your glass. Your eyes darted up to lock with the bartender’s and you caught him smirking at you, his small, pointed mustache following the curve of his upper lip.

He wouldn’t…

Suddenly another customer called for him from the other end of the bar. “Duty calls, friend. Be back in a sec.”

And just like that, you were left alone with him. Aizawa. Your mind froze as it warred with itself between actually talking with him or grabbing your things and running away. Surely Hizashi would understand, right? And you could always pay back your tab later. You took another deep gulp of alcohol in the hopes that it’d burn away some of your cowardice.

Before you could so much as open your mouth, the unwelcome sensation of an unfamiliar hand on the curve of your back made your body go rigid, every muscle poised to fight. A second later, the scent of hot breath laced in the stench of alcohol choked the air around you as an unfamiliar man slid into the open seat between you and the object of your affection.

“Hey there beautiful…” he slurred. “You’ve been by yourself all night… you in need of some company?”

You covered your hand over your glass and shifted away from him slightly, your demeanor cold. “No.”

“Aw, c’mon doll… don’t be like that…” he grinned. “You don’t come here dressed like that for no good reason…”

The man’s hand was still on your back, its presence making your skin crawl. It made the fog of your buzz lifting slightly, your senses suddenly heightened in the presence of a potential threat. Your eyes searched frantically for Hizashi. He had a way of handling drunken idiots. But he was stuck at the other end of the bar still, a drunk woman trying desperately hard to flirt with him.

You were on your own, and this creep clearly wasn’t taking no for an answer. Your brain started to fabricate worst-case scenarios and planning for them, a million options running through your mind. Screaming. Throwing your drink in his face. A well-placed kick to his shin. Your pepper spray.

Your free hand slipped into your purse, fingers closing around you’re the plastic cylinder. The feel of it gave you a sense of security, even if it might be a last resort. You didn’t really want to use it, especially with Aizawa sitting behind him… you never had to use it before, and you couldn’t guarantee your accuracy, especially in such a tight space.

You watched from the corner of your eye as the man’s free hand reached forward to grasp your own that covered your drink, and your grip around the cylinder tightened, a warning beginning to fall from your lips. But your words were cut short as the man’s hand was suddenly grabbed by familiar, long fingers and bent back at an uncomfortable angle that made the drunk cry out.

“Hey! What the hell?!” the man demanded.

Aizawa took a casual sip of his drink with his free hand while maintaining his grip on the offender, before pinning him with a dangerous glare. “She said no.”

The man’s hand left your back as he struggled to free himself from Aizawa’s grip. “Let go!”

“First you will apologize to her.” Aizawa ordered.

The man sputtered. “For what?!”

You watched in shock as Aizawa’s eyes narrowed. His thumb positioned itself on a digit and began pushing it slowly backward.

“For touching her without permission. For insinuating that her attire makes it acceptable for you to ignore her boundaries. For being a disgusting pig.”

With each statement, he pushed the finger back farther and farther, until the man was buckling to his knees under the pressure in an attempt to alleviate the pain and prevent the digit from breaking.

“Ow ow ow! Okay! I’m sorry, I’m sorry!” The man begged.

Aizawa held him for a moment longer before finally releasing him. “Good. Now get out.”

The man scurried away until he was out of reach before turning around to glare daggers at him. “Hey, fuck you man!” He shouted. But for all of his drunken bravado, he stormed out of the club clutching his sore hand to his chest, as heads turned to watch him leave.

The hum of voices within the club fell silent for a moment, with only the band continuing their music. After the front door closed, the noise of people chattering slowly returned, countless sets of eyes turning back to their tables. Aizawa turned his gaze back to you, the lethal look gone from his dark eyes.

“You okay?”

You nodded mutely, swallowing the dryness in your throat as your sweaty hand released the pepper spray in your purse. Sensations warred within you, momentarily leaving you a confused mess. The speed at which he came to your defense and his willingness to resort to violence on your behalf fueled a carnal need you didn’t even realize you had. But even as hot arousal pooled deep in your gut, your heart still raced from the threat that had been quickly neutralized.

His eyes caught the movement of something over your shoulder and he cursed. “Shit.”

“SHOuTA!” Scolded a feminine voice.

He turned back to his drink, hunching his shoulders. “I told her not to call me that in public.” Aizawa muttered under his breath.

You spun on your stool to see the owner of the bar, Nemuri Kayama approaching, clad in a deep purple business suit with a dangerously low-cut black blouse. She was next to you in a matter of seconds, a cloud of strong perfume enveloping you as she snatched Aizawa’s drink from his hand as he began to raise it to his lips.

“What the hell was that?!” She demanded. “What makes you think you can attack my customers like that?”

“Your customer was harassing this customer.” Aizawa pointed out.

Nemuri looked at you with her lavender eyes as if seeing you for this first time and paused in her verbal assault.

“Is this true?” She asked you.

She had a presence about her that instantly made you find your voice again.

“He was being handsy and wasn’t taking no for an answer.” You confirmed.

“Can I have my drink back now?” Aizawa asked.

She stared back and forth between the two of you for a moment before slamming the glass down in front of him, half of the contents spilling over the side. “Ugh. Fine. But next time ask for one of my bouncers. Or Hizashi. Or me. Anyone but you.”

Aizawa’s mouth curled with a sly grin as he wiped at the spill with a napkin. “And why is that?”

“Because you scare away customers.” She growled.

Aizawa stared into his drink, swirling its remaining contents. “Well maybe you need better customers.” He took a sip.

“I’ll take whoever is willing to pay. Unfortunately for you, this club doesn’t survive off of chivalry.” She crossed her arms. “Besides… it’s less about losing that drunken idiot and more about losing those who saw you almost break his hand.”

“I wasn’t going to break his hand. I was going to break his finger.” Aizawa said.

You stifled a chuckle with a bite of your lip.

Nemuri rubbed the bridge of her nose in frustration. “Don’t try to make it sound like that makes it any better. And you!” She pointed at Hizashi, who had conveniently shown up not a minute before. “You know better than to leave him alone like this!”

“I can either be a bartender or a babysitter, love. I can’t do both.” Hizashi replied as he polished a glass.

Nemuri grumbled under her breath before turning her gaze back to you. “I apologize for Aizawa’s violent behavior.” “Oh I didn’t mind…” you confessed with a small smile, and you could feel Aizawa’s eyes flicker to you briefly.

“And I apologize for the inappropriate customer. Alcohol is no excuse for harassment. I guarantee he won’t be returning to this club any time soon.” She looked at Hizashi. “Get her a fresh drink.”

“Already on it…” He replied, sliding a new glass to you and removing your old one.

She looked back at you. “And your drinks are on the house tonight.”

“Thank you.” You replied.

Nemuri gave a satisfied nod. “Now I need to go schmooze the rest of our frightened patrons, which is exactly how I didn’t want to spend my evening.” With a final glare at the two men, she stormed off, her pointed heels clicking on the hard floor.

You stared at your new drink for a moment, the desire for it lost now. “Hizashi, can I have a glass of water?”

“Sure thing, darlin’.” Hizashi replied and placed a chilled glass in front of you.

You thanked him and took a sip followed by a long, deep breath. Aizawa moved into the now-vacant seat next to you, and you welcomed the closeness. The gesture felt protective, a warning to anyone else who was dumb enough to try their luck with you after that display. Noticing the closer proximity between the two of you, Hizashi quickly made himself scarce again.

“Thank you…” you said to Aizawa as your finger traced patterns into the condensation on the glass.

“It was nothing…” he replied. There was a long silence before he spoke again. “I hope I didn’t scare you.”

You looked at him with surprise then. Scared? No. Aroused? Definitely. The dampness of your panties were evidence enough of that, but he certainly didn’t need to know that.

“Not at all.” You confessed. “I actually really appreciate it.”

Aizawa’s shoulders relaxed slightly, as if a weight had been lifted.

“Where’d you learn to do that?” you asked. “You were so fast…”

Aizawa gave a small grin. “Piano isn’t the only thing I’m good at…”

You had no difficulty believing that…

“Were you a bouncer or something at one point?” you asked curiously.

Aizawa chuckled. “Yeah, something like that…” he took a swig of his drink, the ice in it clinking. The amber colored liquid was nearly gone now.

His response only gave you more questions, but you forced them down. There was a fine line between being curious and nosey, and you were too worried of crossing it, thus ending your conversation with him.

“You’re a regular here.” He commented.

It wasn’t a question – it was a statement. He recognized you. You averted your eyes away in embarrassment, feeling suddenly exposed, your anonymity blown. How long had he noticed you’d been coming here? Did he know how closely you watched him?

“Yeah.” You confessed, as you took another sip of water. The alcohol next to it was calling to you, promising to ease your anxiety, but you refrained for the moment. You wanted to keep your wits about you while you talked to him.

“No company tonight?” he asked.

Oh. He watched you more closely than you ever realized. You weren’t sure whether you were feeling embarrassed or aroused. Was it possible to feel both?

“Not this time. I got stood up.” You replied.

“Sounds like you dodged a bullet there.” He said, looking into his empty glass.

You gave a dry laugh. “True. I’ve dodged lots of bullets lately.”

Aizawa chuckled. “I believe it…”

Contrary to his outward aloof demeanor, he was nice. You could feel the tension in your body start to dissipate as words came easier.

“If you ever think you want to try a dating app, don’t.” you commented. “It makes for good stories, but sometimes it really makes you want to give up on humanity.”

That earned an honest laugh as he looked at you with a grin. “Well now you’ve piqued my curiosity.”

You couldn’t help but smile back. This actually wasn’t so bad…

With amusement, you began to recount some of your more outlandish dating disasters with him, letting him in on the world of online dating from a woman’s perspective. Aizawa listened with quiet interest, making the occasional wry joke or, for the more serious cases, wearing a deep frown of disapproval. He was a good listener, and the conversation flowed easier than you had expected, words falling from your mouth without a second thought. It felt natural. Comfortable. And for the first time in a while, you felt like yourself. After you ran out of stories, Aizawa offered a couple of his own, and you found yourself laughing at his own tales of dating woes. As Aizawa talked, Hizashi stopped by to quietly replace his empty drink before disappearing again, a pleased smile on his face. His brief presence reminded you of your own glass pooling condensation on the paper coaster beneath it, and you returned to sipping its contents, once again finding the buzz you had been enjoying as you listened to Aizawa.

The time passed by as the two of you talked about the stress of dating and relationships. You’d learned that Aizawa rarely dated, but would occasionally have to endure awkward matchups thanks to Hizashi and Nemuri. You learned how much of a private person he was, how he generally avoided dating culture entirely in favor of letting life play out on its own. Everything about him exuded a man of experience and maturity, a man comfortable in his own skin and content with his life. You couldn’t help but admire him as you soaked in every little detail that you’d wanted to know, committing every little bit of information he offered up to memory. He was everything you’d imagined; kind, respectful, and serious with a sly sense of humor that he only shared once he was feeling comfortable.

Once the topic was exhausted, you sighed. “I think I’m done with dating.” You confessed. “I’ll just resign myself to my singlehood.”

Aizawa pinned you with a pensive look. “Is that what you want?”

Something about the tone of his voice made your pulse race with excitement.

“Well… It’s better than being repeatedly disappointed.” You gave him a side glance as you took sip of your drink. “But if the right guy comes along, I wouldn’t say no…”

“Hm… the right guy…” Aizawa muttered as he returned his gaze to his glass.

Your statement was a bold one, filled with invitation. You hadn’t exactly planned for it to come out that way, but it was too late to take those words back now. You quickly tried to turn the topic back to him. “How about you? Any special someone for you?”

He chuckled. “No. No special someone. Not yet, at least.”

The words fell from his mouth like breadcrumbs leading to a secret as he eyed you over the rim of his glass. You felt lightheaded and warm, the tips of your fingers buzzing with numbness. Maybe it was the half-finished drink in your hand. Or maybe it was the look in Aizawa’s eyes that made you feel drunk, the Earth spinning under your feet as you mentally struggled to find some sort of purchase to keep from falling.

Was he…?

Hope held you captive and you suddenly became acutely aware of how close you were to him. Your eyes traced the scruff on his jawline, the stitching of his shirt, the slope of his neck as his Adam’s apple bobbed with a swallow. A stray strand of hair had come loose from his half-ponytail and was hanging over his forehead, begging to be touched. Your fingers twitched. If you reached out to tuck it back into place, would he let you?

You couldn’t muster the courage and averted your eyes. You were filled with alcohol and infatuation, you reasoned. Your defenses were down, your judgment potentially impaired… what if you were reading into something that wasn’t there? What if you were wrong?

You watched Hizashi close out a tab for an older couple as you took a sip of your water.

Warmth pressed against your forearm and looked down to see Aizawa’s arm resting against yours. All of your attention honed in on the softness of his shirtsleeve and the warmth of his skin as his hand fiddled with a paper coaster, flipping it over and over with each tap on the counter. The contact was intentional, calculated in its subtle intimacy. It was a silent question… a tentative invitation, absent of assumptions or expectations. Your doubt evaporated like mist and you understood.

He was interested. In you.

Your heart did a somersault in your chest as you sat there, stunned. Time froze as everything that’d transpired throughout the evening flitted through your mind. It was a perfect amalgamation of circumstances, leading to this single moment, giving you the one thing you wanted most. You held your breath as you stood on the precipice, uncertain if your next step would make you fall or let you fly.

You stared at the contact and carefully… slowly… brushed your pinky along the back of his hand. It traced the vein that stood out there, following it to the knuckle. His own hand let go of the coaster his was holding, his own pinky linking with yours in affirmation.

You couldn’t help the elated smile that spread across your face in that moment and when you looked up at him with a shy glance, he had a smile of his own, small and secretive as he stared at your linked fingers. Slowly the rest of his fingers followed, twining themselves into yours until he held your hand, his thumb brushing sensually against your skin. That single action alone was enough to reignite the fire in your loins, your blood racing through your veins from the epicenter of his touch.

Hizashi’s voice crashed through your private, titillating moment. “We’re closing up, lovebirds…”

Your hand pulled away from Aizawa’s on instinct as you looked around the now empty club. Only staff remained, finalizing the last bit of cleanup and arranging the furniture for the next day. How had it gotten so late so fast?

“You want me to walk you to your car?” Hizashi asked, a knowing grin on his face.

In all that had happened that evening, you’d forgotten about that little arrangement. But you weren’t ready to leave just yet…

Aizawa’s voice answered before yours could. “Leave me the keys to the place. I’ll walk her tonight and lock up when we leave.”

“Suit yourself.” Hizashi replied with a shrug. He placed a set of keys on the counter. “Don’t tell Nemuri, though. She’ll kill me.”

“Your secret’s safe with me, friend.” Aizawa replied.

With that, Hizashi gave a small salute, grabbed his coat, and left. You watched, your heart pounding as the door closed behind him, leaving a deafening silence in its wake.

You were alone with Aizawa. Completely and utterly alone.

Your turned back to face him and froze. Aizawa still sat on his stool, but he faced you now with an elbow propped against the counter, and that simple distinction made his presence fill your space. He stared at you, the look in his eyes unfettered now, deep and hungry. “You really do look beautiful tonight.” He complimented.

With the way the words fell from his mouth and curled warmly into your chest like a cat, you believed him. You felt beautiful.

“Thank you.” You said with a soft smile. “You look handsome yourself, Aizawa.”

He took your hand again and slowly began to lean forward, closing the small distance between you. “Call me Shouta.”

You swallowed. “Shouta.” You whispered, feeling the name on your lips.

His dark pupils dilated and you felt his other hand on your jawline, warm, long fingers wrapping towards the back of your neck to pull you into a kiss.

His lips were warm and soft as his stubble tickled your skin, and you leaned into it fervently, your hands finding their home on his chest. You could feel his toned muscles beneath the black cotton and a purr found its way to the back of your throat. Shouta took it as an invitation, coming off of his barstool to stand between your now parted legs, his arm wrapping itself around your waist as his tongue slid along your lips. You opened your mouth eagerly to taste the bourbon there, to feel the wet muscle dance and slide against your own. Every touch, every taste, every smell enveloped you further and further in the essence that was Shouta until your entire body was singing, teetering on the edge.

Oh God… you were not going to let yourself cum just by kissing him.

You pulled out of the kiss slightly as your hands pressed gently against his chest, and he retreated from you just enough for his eyes to search your face, a silent question in them.

“I-I’m sorry, I just…” your words fell pitifully from your flushed, wet mouth, your voice shaky with pent-up arousal.

One second longer. One second longer is all it would have taken…

Shouta’s hand on your back began to rub soft, slow circles. “Would you like some water?” he asked, a small smile on his lips.

You nodded, and he kissed your forehead before handing you your glass. You drank greedily before handing it back to him, half-empty.

“Have you ever been kissed like that?” he asked curiously, as he placed the glass back down onto the counter.

You gave a small laugh and shook your head. “No… not like that.”

Your confession left you feeling embarrassed, even as your chest felt it would burst from this latest turn of events.

You kissed Aizawa Shouta.

Actually, he kissed you.

You needed a moment to collect yourself, to process everything you were feeling.

So, you completely changed the subject.

“How long have you been playing piano?” you asked.

Shouta didn’t miss a beat, returning to sit on his stool to give you the space you silently needed. But his hand still held yours, resting on the counter as his fingers twined with yours. It gave you a sense of reassurance, that everything was okay, despite your awkward hesitation.

“My grandpa had one when I was a kid. Used to mess around on it.” He explained. “He finally got me lessons from a guy he knew, and I’ve loved it ever since.”

You smiled as you watched his thumb trace across each of your fingernails. You returned the gesture, tracing the details of his own hand. It was like living a dream, to see them up close and feel them, every fingernail, every vein, even the pads of his fingertips. The number of times you’d fantasized about these hands…

“I always wanted to learn how to play, but my family could never afford lessons.” You confessed. “But my mom used to have all of these old jazz albums, and I used to sit in my room and listen to them for hours.”

“I can teach you.”

Your fingers stopped their tracing. “What?”

“I can teach you.” He repeated.

You shook your head. “Um, no it’s okay… I’d probably be a terrible student anyway.”

“A student can only be as bad as the person teaching them. Follow me.”

Before you could protest further, Shouta’s hand closed around yours and pulled you from your seat. He led you up the steps of the stage and across it until you reached the black piano sitting forlornly in the empty space.

It felt strange being up on the stage, especially with the club being completely empty. The stage light was bright and warm on your shoulders, and the silence sounded different there, affected by the difference in acoustics.

Shouta sat at one end of the black bench and pulled you down by your hand until you were sitting next to him. The bench was small, meant for only one person, so you had to press yourself against him to be able to sit without feeling like you were going to fall off. Even then, it wasn’t the most comfortable arrangement, but you endured, if only to be close to him.

He released your hand and began his instruction.

“First thing you should know is how to find middle C. Everything else will center around this.” He pressed the white key with the thumb of his right hand, the note singing out into the empty space. “Then, it’s D, E, F, G, A, B, which brings you back to C. That creates an octave, also known as a scale.” He played each note as he spoke.

“What about the black keys?” you asked curiously.

“Those are the half notes. Don’t worry about those right now.” He arranged his hand back how he initially had it, his thumb on the middle C key.

“Now,” he continued, “First, you must learn how to move your fingers along the keys. Like this.” Shouta demonstrated the motion again, his fingers playing each note slowly in a steady rhythm. “The switch of the fingers is important. It will help you flow quickly and easily without having to watch where your hands are, which will be important for reading sheet music.” He repeated the motion again, the sounds once again ringing out. Then, he removed his hand. “Your turn.”

You bit your lip and placed your hand how you’d seen his arranged and tried. The notes were clumsy, lacking in rhythm and falling together as you forgot in your nervous haze where the switch of the fingers happened. Embarrassment flooded you and you withdrew your hand.

“Don’t expect to get it right on the first try.” He reassured. “Let’s try it again. Try to keep your fingers loose, curved like a bowl.”

Shouta modeled it again. You watched, but your focus was muddled with anxiety, attraction, and likely alcohol. It was a poor recipe for learning, but you knew he was trying to make you feel comfortable, and you didn’t want to turn down his kindness. You arranged your hand back on the keys again and tried again, with little improvement.

“I’m sorry, I…” you stuttered as you clutched your hand in your lap protectively.

His hand covered yours and you looked up at him to see him staring at you with warm patience. “It’s okay. If you don’t want to do this, we can stop.”

You stared at him, mouth slightly open as you thought about it. You knew he wouldn’t hold it against you if you wanted to quit. And sure, you felt silly being so poor at it when sitting next to someone who’s skills you idolized.

But did you really want to stop? How often would you get an opportunity like this?

“No, it’s okay. Keep going, I want to learn.” You replied.

Shouta watched you for a moment longer before he placed his hand back on the keys. “Place your hand over mine.”

You followed his instructions, your hand looking small compared to his. His skin was warm, and it calmed the shaking in your fingers.

“Watch where the fingers land. Feel how they move.” He played the notes, and you could feel the tendons of his hand tense and shift, his fingers rising and falling like a wave.

“It’s like they’re dancing.” You said. “You switch to your thumb on this key… E?”

“Yes.” Shouta replied in approval. “Your turn.”

This time you focused, remembering the feel of how his hand had moved under yours as you played the keys, switching your fingers at the right time. The improvement was noticeable.

He smiled. “Good. Now, for the other hand. You’ll start one octave lower. Can you find it?”

Your arm crossed Aizawa’s chest to press the white key, letting the sound ring out.

“Perfect. Only this time, your pinky will sit on this key, with the others following after.”

You placed your fingers across the white keys. “Like this?”

Shouta nodded. “Now you’ll try the same progression with your left hand. The middle finger will follow after the thumb plays the G note.”

You removed your hand so he could place his own and demonstrate it for you. You followed after him, imitating his actions, but this time your attempt was worse than your first, your hand angled awkwardly due to limited space as you pressed yourself against him.

“That was terrible.” You laughed. “I can’t reach very easily.”

A small mischievous smile formed on Shouta’s lips and he slipped his hand around your waist.

“Come here.” He said.

You didn’t fight him as he pulled you into his lap. His right hand settled itself against your stomach as his legs parted slightly to make room for yours, your knees drawn together between his. The heat of his touch seeped through the fabric of your dress, weaving a tight knot of desire deep in your core that made your body go rigid as you tried to keep yourself from melting against him.

“Is this okay?” He asked, leaning slightly to see your face from his position behind you.

You licked your lips and swallowed, giving a nod. “Y-Yes…” you answered shakily. “Are you okay…? I’m not too heavy?”

Shouta gave a soft laugh. “No. Not at all.” His breath was hot against your skin and you could feel the scratch of his stubble as he spoke, sending goosebumps over your body. “Let’s continue.”

He placed his left hand on the keys again with ease, regardless of how poor his view of the piano was with you in front of him. He knew this instrument like the back of his hand; could probably play it with his eyes closed and never miss a note.

He played the simple notes again, C through B, fingers tip-toeing across the keys as he said their names out loud, helping you to remember them. You watched carefully for where the shift in finger arrangement happened, the middle finger following after the thumb just as he’d described.

“You try.” He instructed, his right arm still wrapped around your waist, holding you close against him. You could feel the warmth of his chest against your back now, feel the strength of his body beneath you.

You loved this. The lap-sitting, the lesson, the praise. Each time Shouta praised your improvements it sent a thrill through you from your head down to your toes. To be complimented by him, even for something as simple as pressing a few keys… it only made you want to please him more.

You played the progression of notes with renewed motivation, once again showing improvement from your first attempt.

“Good.”

Your spine straightened against him slightly. The thumb of his hand caressed your abdomen where he held you.

“Now you need to learn to do the same but in reverse, until you’re back where your fingers started.”

You moved your hand away to let him demonstrate and his right hand left your stomach, leaving an ache in its wake. You watched both of his hands play the simple notes up and down, working together with ease. But you knew it was all a ruse… he made it look easy, but if you tried to do the same, you’d fumble clumsily.

“I don’t know about this…” you chuckled.

“It takes practice,” he replied, “until it becomes muscle memory.”

Shouta demonstrated it again, up and down. And again.

You placed your hands over his, wanting to feel the touch of his hands under yours more than the actual pressing of the keys. All you wanted was his arm around your waist again, his hand on your lower abdomen. His touch was tantalizing, and you wanted more of it.

He completed the simple scale progression two more times with your hands on top of his.

“Do you want to try?” he offered.

His hands left the keys to hold you again, his arms wrapped more tightly around you this time. You leaned against him, reveling in being held in his arms.

“I’m going to mess up.” You warned.

“Just take it slow.”

You shook your head a little and let out a small breath, shifting your position in his lap slightly as you leaned forward to focus on the keys. His arms loosened around you, his hands shifting to your thighs.

It was likely an innocent action, intended to give you the freedom to move as you made yourself comfortable. But as soon as the tips of his fingers touched the bare skin below the hem of your dress, that sharp zap of arousal tingled the ends of your nerves, causing you to suck in air and part your knees slightly, your walls throbbing in hopeful anticipation.

It wasn’t intentional. Your body just… reacted. But Shouta noticed instantly.

There was silence at first, his hands still on your thighs, waiting. Finally, he spoke. “Y/N….” his voice was huskier now. “How long has it been since you’ve been cared for?”

Embarrassment flooded through you. Embarrassment at your sensitivity to his touch, embarrassment at the answer to his question... You hesitated a moment before words fell clumsily from your mouth. “I, um… a long time.”

A low hum rumbled from Shouta’s chest as his fingers brushing gently along the inside of your thighs until they dipped just beneath the black fabric. The action was experimental, a testing of the waters, and it brought immediate results. Your thighs widened the slightest bit more as you failed to fight back a whimper, your hands grasping his arms in need. Not a moment later you could feel the growing firmness of his cock begin to press against your backside, despite the restriction of Shouta’s jeans. Shouta’s hands halted again their movement, waiting. He was miraculously under control despite his obvious arousal, and you envied him.

“Do you want me to touch you?” he asked, his voice low.

Of course you did. It was obvious you did. Why else would your legs be parting like the red sea as if he were Moses?

But for some reason, your body language wasn’t enough for him. He needed to hear it. A sense of urgency filled you, desperate need driving you. At this point, you’d give him whatever he wanted…

“Yes.” you begged. “Please, Shouta... Please touch me.” You leaned back against him, allowing the angle of your hips to tilt as your hands guided him further beneath the skirt of your dress.

With you draped onto him, your head tilted back, Shouta kissed the curve of your neck as his hands gently gripped the insides of your knees, pulling your legs apart until they were draped over his own. You were open for him now, your skirt hiked halfway up by the spread of your legs.

Your heart pounded in your chest with so much excitement that you could feel your own pulse in your neck and between your legs. This was happening… This was really happening… How many times had you fantasized about this very thing? How many times had you longed for this man, whispered his name on your tongue only to be met by the empty silence? And now here he was, freeing you from the shackles of your loneliness in the best way possible.

Shouta’s hands pushed the fabric up the rest of the way until it was pooled around your hips, exposing your panties. The thin cotton fabric did little to protect your aching cunt from the cold air, and you sucked air through your teeth at the sensation. His fingers traced invisible lines up the inside of your thighs, leaving nothing but singing nerves in their wake that cascaded into a shiver that rolled over your flesh, leaving goosebumps. Your body was already moving of its own volition, hips rolling, eager for Shouta’s fingers yet simultaneously attempting to grind down onto his restrained cock. Your breaths were already coming in hot and ragged, every inch of you frantic for the release that it had been denied all evening.

Shouta gave a low growl, his left hand holding down your hip, halting your movements. “You better stop that…” he warned.

No doubt your girating was making things difficult for him on his end. But you didn’t care. You were an unfettered, horny mess now.

A whine escaped your lips at his restriction. In response, Shouta’s left hand trailed up the length of your body, caressing over your breast before finding its home on your neck. His palm was against your voice box now, his fingers long enough to wrap around your throat and reach your jaw. There was no force in his hold, but it still held power over you, ushering your body into stillness while your chest heaved with heavy breaths.

“Patience.” He whispered. “Let me take care of you.”

Shouta followed up his words with more gentle kisses along your neck, your shoulder… wherever his lips could reach with you on his lap. The feel of his hand on your throat was a reminder of who was in control. But it was also a promise - a promise to ensure your needs would be met.

Once Shouta was sure he had your compliance, his right hand travelled the remaining distance of your inner thigh to arrive at your panties, where moist heat greeted him.

A low hum of approval rumbled in his chest, vibrating against your back. “You’re so wet.”

A pitiful “yes” was all you could muster before the tips of his fingers brushed gently against your clothed sex, stealing your voice and replacing it with a gasp.

Slowly Shouta pet you, his fingers stroking gentle circles over the wet cotton, teasing the sensitive flesh beneath. With his hand still on your neck, you kept your body torturously motionless as he gradually increased the pressure of his digits, reducing his speed as he passed over your clit to drag the pads of his fingers over the bundle of nerves.

You swallowed the pooling saliva in your mouth, the action causing your throat to press against his hand. “Please…” you begged. “I can’t…”

Shouta was strict, but not cruel. He obliged, slipping his fingers beneath the cotton to swim his digits into your juices, never breaking his circular, rhythmic motion over your slick entrance. The scent of your arousal surrounded both of you, thick and heavy.

“Fuck, Y/N…” he growled against your skin.

Two of his fingers dipped into you then, slow at first, allowing you to stretch around him as your walls quivered. Your thighs tensed at the intrusion, welcoming the stinging pressure as your core burned with fire. He withdrew his fingers slowly and you lifted your head to watch in carnal fascination to see his fingers shining wet down to the knuckles. He pushed them into you again, curling his fingers towards the sensitive, spongey tissue along the top of your walls, his thumb pressing down on your wet clit. A zap of stimulation fired from your core before fizzling away, a teasing warning of what was to come.

“Oh-Oh fuck…” you gasped as one hand reached back and grabbed a fistful of Shouta’s thick, dark hair.

He picked up his pace then, his thumb driving firm circles around your swollen pearl as the sounds of your wet hole being finger-fucked filled the silence of the empty stage. With each pass of his thumb, with each curl of his fingers, the heat grew hotter, your cunt swollen and burning with the need for release. Your thighs were tensed so tightly now that it made your legs lift and you had to brace your feet against the piano, discordant notes ringing out to join the sounds of your heavy pants and wet squelching in a lewd song. Shouta’s hand left your throat to hold you under your thigh to keep you steady as his other hand worked fast and hard to unravel you. With the absence of his touch on your neck, you were free to move your hips, grinding hard into his hand, his lap, whatever part of him you were touching. Your grip on his hair tightened, mirroring the tension building within you, clinging to him like the boughs of a tree knowing that any second the flood would come.

Shouta was your lifeline, your rock, your destroyer. You were the waves and he was the shore, and your body tensed to prepare itself to crash against him.

“Come on, baby…” Shouta whispered gruffly. “I’ve got you. Cum for me.”

You came with a cry, loud and frantic as your walls clamped down on his fingers. The ball of heat that you had been carrying like a stone exploded within you, incinerating every nerve from the inside out, leaving nothing but sweet, sharp, euphoria in its wake. Your walls spasmed repeatedly, sucking greedily on Shouta’s drenched fingers, as you cried and moaned, bucked and arched. Shouta’s arm was around your waist, holding you against him to keep you from sliding off of his lap as you rode the high of your orgasm, tumbling like a waterfall over and over again to finally become a puddle in his strong arms.

Shouta held you silently against him as your body twitched with aftershocks of pleasure. Once your spasms subsided and he was sure you wouldn’t fall from your perch, Shouta released his hold around your waist to draw his fingers up and down your arm, creating goosebumps under his gentle touch. His fingers were still in you, his hand cupped between your legs. The warmth of his touch on your tired cunt was comforting, and it brought forth a content moan from your parted lips. Shouta smiled as he planted another kiss on your shoulder.

You weren’t sure how long you stayed like that with him. But you finally made yourself sit up when you felt sleep starting to drag you down into its murky depths, your limbs feeling heavy.

Finally, Shouta spoke. “Better?” he asked.

You gave a laugh. “Much.” You looked down at yourself in amusement. “You made a mess of me, though…”

Shouta gave a satisfied hum and stared at his hand that held you. “I like you messy.” He stated.

“So, you’re just gonna leave me like this?” you teased.

He laughed and withdrew his fingers, wiping the slick coating them onto his jeans. “As much as I like that idea, no.” He adjusted your ruined underwear and the hem of your dress back into place before turning you around in his lap. His hands were planted on your rear, keeping you securely and comfortably in place. “It’s late. We should get you home.”

You wrapped your arms around his neck and kissed him. “What about you?” you asked, your eyes glancing down to his lap. Your hands began to trail down his chest to reach the button of his pants, eager to reciprocate.

Shouta smiled at you and grabbed your hands, bringing them back up to plant kisses on your palms. “Tonight was about you. There’ll be more opportunities for both of us later.” You pouted and he chuckled. “Don’t give me that face.”

“It hardly seems fair…” you muttered. You were looking forward to enjoying more of him… you didn’t want tonight to end.

He hummed as he began to trail kisses along your jawline and you arched your neck to allow him better access. “We both… need sleep.”

Sleep? With his mouth on your skin, sleep was the last thing on your mind. Shouta pulled his lips away to look into your eyes again and you could see the fatigue there, dark circles framing bloodshot eyes. He really did look incredibly tired, and you couldn’t help but wonder how late it really was. You brushed the errant strand of hair off of his forehead, tucking it behind his ear.

“Okay...” you softly agreed.

“You should come back tomorrow night.” He mused, the mischief back in his eyes. “We can continue our piano lessons.”

“I’d like that.” you smiled.

You couldn’t wait.

#aizawa shouta #Shouta Aizawa #Aizawa x reader #Aizawa x you #shouta x reader #Shouta x you #bnha smut #mha smut #aizawa smut #bnharem collab #Jazz Aizawa #Jazz AU #Music AU #BNHA music AU

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natsuyuki-w · 3 years

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boku no hero academia section

All of the fics are not mine! The thumbnail tho it is, so if you want to check on my fanarts this is my main blog > creativity orchard

headcanons

⁕ first kisses with you | shinso ; todoroki ; bakugo ; kirishima ; sero ; kaminari ; midoriya | by shinaus ⁕ reuniting with a crush | hawks ; shinso ; tamaki | by shinaus

fanfictions (sfw)

sero hanta ⁕ at your convenience | convenience store date | by shinaus

monoma neito ⁕ bloodlines | royalty au arranged marriage | by dimplesum

shindo yo ⁕ dear santa | enemies to lovers , collage au | by dimplesum

kirishima ejiro⁕ the pizza delivery guy | collage au | by myherowritings

tamaki amajiki ⁕ kiss, kiss, fall in love! | gn!reader acting like in a shojo manga | by dimplesum

fanfictions (nsfw)

shinso hitoshi ⁕ don't ask | sugar baby shinso x fem!reader | by seita ⁕ trident tale (part 1) | siren shinso x fem!reader | by lord-explosion-baku

todoroki shoto ⁕ eat the rich (list) | ceo todoroki x barista fem!reader | by myherowritings

sero hanta ⁕ words on glass | roomate au | by whats-her-quirk

< back to the file cabinet (haikyuu and various fandoms sections)

#bookshelf #my library #fic library #fanfiction #mha fanfiction #bnha #hitoshi shinsou x reader #shouto todoroki x reader #keigo takami x reader #kirishima x reader #monoma x reader #shindou x reader #hanta sero x reader

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magpie-scribbles · 4 years

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Pen Pal Collab

It’s time for another collab! this time we are having a bit of a free-for-all with the the only guidelines being Pen pal! I hope you lovies enjoy all the smutty goodness! This is a spicy collab so keep that in mind!

Tomorrow I’ll be adding in the links to all the fics so get ready my lovies!

The Contenders:

AFO - iwvs-on-ao3

Aizawa - candychronicles

Bakugou - bratwritings

Dabi - leeswritingworld

Hawks - pleasantanathema

Hizashi - lemonlordleah-shinzawa-kitten

Kaminari - deadassqueeraf

Kirishima - ramen-rambles

Midoriya - kiribakuho

Momo - lesbian-peanut-writer

Oboro - oktamaki

Overhaul - hisoknen

Sero - nyxdelanuit

Shigaraki - marilla-eldriana

Shindou - lady-bakuhoe

Shinsou - kingexpl0sionmurder

Todoroki - nightfallrevel

Tokoyami - bnhaimaginesandocs

Twice - threekinsinatrenchcoat-writes

Uraraka - villain-hotline

Enjoy my sweets!

#collab #my hero academia #mha #mha imagines #bnha #bnha senarios #boku no hero academia imagines #boku no hero headcanons #bnha imagines #bnharem #bnharem collab #spicy #smutty #the good stuff

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vs-redemption · 3 years

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tell me about your favorite tumblr users and some of your favorite fics!

I think I mentioned before that I'm really bad at recommending fics because I don't keep track of the things I read as well as I should, but I will name a few things I've read and enjoyed recently. In addition, I think all of my listed favorite tumblr users are writers and I highly suggest checking out their pages!

1. Touch written by the amazing @arvandus which is a (Dabi x Reader) fic that I fell in love with from the moment I stumbled across the preview. I never asked to be on a taglist so fast!

2. Date The Hell Out Of You is a cute (Denki x Reader) fic that I read lately from the coworkers collab I did not too long ago, written by @kingexpl0sionmurder

3. When the Day Met the Night (Hawks x Reader) requested by me and written by @/captainsolare. I love the way she wrote Hawks and I love her so of course she's on the list.

4. Affliction (Villain!Bakugo x Reader) written by @rinarecommends for another collab event I was a part of a while back. It's really hard for me to imagine Bakugo ever being a villain, but I really liked how this was written.

All right! I have way too many favorite tumblr users so this is going under a cut! If anyone wants to be untagged let me know. Also, by no means does this list include everyone. I just honestly started to run out of steam while writing this because I'm a sleepy face today.

@anlian-aishang is the first tumblr friend I ever made! She's so kind and supportive whenever I need a friend to talk to. We bonded over attack on titan first and then just life in general! I'm glad I reached out to her to draw Levi for me way back when! She is a great writer who I recommend to anyone who loves Levi!

@honeybunny-sawamura I think I started talking to Jade after making a post complaining about the lack of Daichi content on tumblr. I'm so thankful for her every single day! Her posts and our interactions always make me smile. Also, she's the one that got me started on Bokuto and Iwaizumi so, I'll forever be thankful to her for showing me what I was missing out on.

@todoroki-waifu is so kind and so easy to talk to! I can't remember how we first started talking, but now I can't imagine tumblr without her! I love our daily interactions about work, our dogs, and whatever else life throws at us each day. I also love how we've been fueling each others love for Atsumu Miya recently!!

@mer92 reached out to me after I started doing role play stuff and I'm so glad she did! She's helped my confidence grow with Character Corner a lot. She's also one of the most hard working people I know and I respect her so much. She's impossibly sweet and really fun to interact with!

@captainsolare I'll tell you a secret. She's the first person I ever turned on notifications for! She's super fun to interact with through tag games and I'm always happy to see her show up in my inbox. I love her writing and it makes me happy to have a mutual that is so supportive and who also loves Black Clover.

@jean-does-not-have-a-horseface I can't remember who tagged who in a tag game first, but it might've been me because I remember wanting to be friends with her but being nervous to initiate anything. I'm glad we're friends now though because I have someone to talk to about Hawks, and to get playlist recommendations from!

@undersero One of the first people to plant the Oikawa seed in my brain. I'm always happy to talk to her about our headcanons for the Haikyuu boys and I'm thankful for the support she gives my writing too!

#anon hour #idk how to tag this i'm so tired #I love all of you?

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kingexpl0sionmurder · 3 years

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Body Electric - Kaminari Denki - Smut

Author: @kingexpl0sionmurder Pairing: Kaminari Denki/F!Reader Rating: 18+ (contains smut) Words: 5,491 Warnings: Sex work (Cam boy/girl), Quirkless AU, Aged-up Adult characters (someone is in grad school! wow!), mentions of masturbation (both male and female), mentions of casual ShinKami, established KiriBaku, Idk they are all just really sexually liberated and don’t care about watching each other cum. Is that voyeurism? I’m bad at tagging things. Title taken from a Lana Del Rey song. AN: Another BNHarem collab piece! The theme was sex work, and I have wanted to do a camboy Denki for a long time so here we go. This was really smutty in my head but Denki makes me soft and it turned out really cute in the end, I’m sorry? He’s such a dork I feel like any sexual encounter with him would just turn out like this in some way, idk. Thanks to @unbreakablekiribaku and @sailorsero as usual for being supportive of me. Happy birthday to @lady-bakuhoe and @burnedbyshoto 🎂🎂 There is no one else I would rather be birthday triplets with!

Please check out the Collab Masterlist: HERE Look 👀 at My Masterlist: HERE Buy me a Kofi if you’re scared of clowns too: HERE

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Sighing, you sat up on your elbows, squinting at the chat on the screen, willing your heart to stop pounding and your breath to even out. The donations were pouring in, the chat moving so fast you couldn’t even read it. “Alright, lovelies, I hope you enjoyed that. Be right back and we’ll chat a little bit, okay?”

Donations popped up, the chat slowing a little as the clients who only came to jerk off to you left, leaving those who considered themselves true fans. You stood and made your way to the bathroom to pee, rinsing your toy off in the sink and washing your hands. You went back to your room, pulling on a hoodie and settling in front of the screen again.

“Alright, I’m back! I have some time for a few questions and then I have to go for the night. Let me see what we got!” You scanned the chat, ignoring the normal inappropriate questions. Mindfucker: Do you know who Chargebolt is? Cause I heard he watches your stream.

Your heart, which had finally slowed to a normal rhythm, picked up again. You most definitely knew who Chargebolt was. You gave him a good amount of money from your donations when you watched his cam shows yourself. “I do actually, he’s pretty popular on here, isn’t he?” You sat back a little, furrowing your brows. “How do you know he watches me?”

RedDaddy: He did a Q&A and mentioned your channel! Told everyone to check you out.

You recognized the names of the viewers and knew they were also regulars on Chargebolt’s streams as well, so you believed them. Chargebolt was gorgeous and funny, just your type. The knowledge that he was interested in you enough to watch you get off on camera was flattering. You hoped your blush wasn’t showing on your face.

“I’m surprised he knows who I am!” You had missed the last Q&A he’d done, since it hadn’t been on his normal streaming day, and you’d been stuck at work late. Leaning forward again, you bit your lip, looking into the camera from under your lashes. “Can I tell you guys a secret? I watch him, too. Why do you think I never do shows on Thursdays? That’s Chargebolt day.” With a wink you sat back, trying to will the blush from your cheeks. Mindfucker: I knew it! I bet he’s watching right now. You smiled, shrugging. “I hope he enjoyed the show, then!” You tried to hold it together, suppressing the urge to burst into a fit of giggles at the thought, answering a few more silly questions from your regulars, before signing off for the night, promising to be back again the following week.

You let out a breath you didn’t even know you were holding, leaning your head back and groaning. It was wild that the guy whose cam shows you watched on the regular, the one who had inspired you to start your own, who you thought of half the time when you were filming yourself getting off on camera for strangers, knew who you were and was one of your viewers.

It brought you down a whole rabbit hole for a second, wondering if he got off on you getting off. Why else would he watch? Did he ever donate? You assumed he had a secondary account so you wouldn’t know it was him even if you tried to look at your past viewers, just like you had a secret account so you could watch him as well.

Cracking your eyes open, you clicked to view the donation tallies for the evening. You’d made enough to pay the rent on your apartment for the month in just one night. Sometimes you wondered how you ever managed to survive before you started doing this. It was meant to be a temporary side job, but you’d been running this cam channel under the screen name Neko for over six months, and you had clawed your way out of debt in such a short time, it didn’t make sense for you to stop.

You viewed a few more visitor stats with interest, before logging off the computer and shutting the laptop. You had to get to sleep for your real job in the morning, so you figured it was time for bed, pushing thoughts of Chargebolt to the back of your mind for now.

It wasn’t until later when you were lying down to sleep, that you thought of him again. Your eyes closed as you ran through a scenario in your head, wondering if he would mention you on Thursday, and what would come of all this? You had noticed your viewer numbers had spiked that day, so it was definitely beneficial that you’d caught his eye. You just weren’t sure what would happen next.

Denki was grinning into the camera, wiping the cum off of his abs with the towel he kept beside him, his chest and cheeks flushed pink. He adjusted in his chair, tugging the toy out of his hole and chucking it to the side, pulling his boxers back up over his softening cock. “I hope it was as good for you as it was for me, babes.”

He chuckled at the comments flooding the chat as he reached for his water and took a sip.

Tapeman: As always, you never disappoint me, Chargebolt.

“Hey thanks, Tapeman! I appreciate you always coming to hang out...get it? Coming?”

Mindfucker: Ridiculous.

“Aw, you love me, Mindfucker.” He winked at the camera. “So, did you guys enjoy my Q&A the other day?”

The chat filled with praise, making him grin. He loved to talk to his fans, and sometimes they had some great questions for him. He knew a lot of people just watched him as a way to get off, but he liked to give a little piece of himself to them because he knew that most of the people who watched were probably lonely, and he wanted to help with that in some way. He kept things laid back, joking and laughing with his viewers before and after the show, taking requests and doing his best to remember some of the regulars. Some of the few who had been with him from the beginning he’d made into moderators to help with keeping things somewhat orderly in the chat. Some of them he actually knew in real life, like his roommate Hitoshi, who used the alias Mindfucker.

Mindfucker: So are we going to talk about Neko? Denki’s eyebrows rose. “Oh, you mean the stream the other day? It was…” He made the appropriate motion as he said it. “Chef’s kiss, immaculate. She’s so beautiful…” Trailing off, he let himself think back to the way your chest heaved and the face you made when you came. “I would do anything for her, man.”

RedDaddy: Dude, I agree! She’s also super sweet, like, the total package.

Sighing, he leaned his elbow on the desk, his cheek resting on his palm. “I am a simp, my guy.” He sat up, squinting at the chat. “She said she watches, right? Is she here right now?” He scanned the names of the viewers, frowning. “She probably has a second account. Well, if you’re here, Neko, you should hit me up. I read all of my DM’s okay?” He grinned, winking again. “Alright, I have to go feed the cats so I’m outie 5000, thanks for hanging out and I’ll see you guys next week!”

He said his goodbyes, ending the stream and sighing. He wiped off his toy with the towel and clicked through his stats for the day, smiling at some of the comments that came with the donations. Hitoshi came into his room a few minutes later, holding one of the cats, an orange tabby named Miso, in his arms. “I fed them, you don’t have to.”

Was it weird that his roommate watched him fuck himself on toys and jerk off on the internet on a weekly basis? Nope. Denki had forgone all sense of modesty when it came to sex a long time ago, and Hitoshi was the same. It helped that they fucked around on occasion, best friends who got lonely and lived together sometimes did that, he guessed. Or maybe they were weird. It was whatever, he didn’t like to think about it too much.

“What would I do without you, Toshi?”

“Kill the cats, probably.” He deadpanned, leaning in the doorway. “Burn all the toast you try to make, buy the wrong peanut butter, eat Cheese-Itz for breakfast every day, forget to pay the cable bill.” He raised his eyebrows. “I can keep going.”

“Fuck off, I got the all-natural peanut butter once, it was an accident!” Denki threw his soiled towel into the laundry basket by the closet and picked up the toy he’d used, waving it around a bit. “Did you enjoy the stream?”

Hitoshi snorted, eyeing the dildo warily. “I didn’t really watch, I had my eye on the chat. I was looking for Neko.”

“Man, I can’t believe she’s a fan!” He waved the dildo some more, watching as it jiggled. “I would let her do unspeakable things to me.”

“Look out, your sub is showing, Denki.” Hitoshi teased. “But I agree, she’s pretty great. I wonder if she’ll ever do private shows.” Pausing to scritch Miso behind the ears, he continued. “I’m sure they’d be in high demand.”

Denki stood, pointing at Hitoshi with the dildo. He really needed to put it down somewhere and stop brandishing it around like a sword. “Don’t even, I’d spend all my money on that girl.”

“I know you would.” He chuckled. “I did try to go through the usernames and see if I could find out who she could be, but I didn’t have any luck.”

“It’s okay! I’m leaving it up to fate now, man. If the universe wants us to know each other, we will.” He stuck his thumb towards the ensuite. “I’m going to wash my ass and then we can play Among Us if you want.”

Hitoshi, completely unphased as usual, nodded. “I’ll get a team together. Check the discord when you get out.”

Humming, Denki made his way to the bathroom, picking up his phone on the way. It buzzed as he closed the door, and he glanced down to see he had a message from his other moderator and friend, Eijirou, aka RedDaddy. Tossing the dildo in the sink, he looked down at the screen and opened the message.

Eiji: No luck on finding Neko on the stream, but she said she never misses a Thursday, so I bet she was there.

Denki: Thanks for keeping an eye out, man. I appreciate you. Among us in 30?

Eiji: Bet. I’ll ask Kats to play too.

Your next stream day had you feeling nervous. Chargebolt had talked directly at you on his last stream, asking you to slide into his DMs, and you had yet to take him up on it. You didn’t know what you were so scared of, Chargebolt was a nice guy. You chalked it up to the fear of the unknown. If you sent him a message, what would you even say? ‘Hey dude, nice cock?’ It was bound to be a disaster.

Pushing your nerves back down, you made sure you were ready for your stream, excited for the news you were about to drop on your viewers. You were needing a little extra cash due to some unfortunate car trouble, and you’d figured out a way to make up what you needed in record time.

“Hey everyone, welcome!” You smiled at the camera, waving your fingers. “Thanks for coming! I see a lot of familiar names here tonight. Hi Mindfucker, Dynamight, RedDaddy, Tapeman, LightningMcQueen!”

LightningMcQueen: Hey, beautiful! I’ve been looking forward to this all week.

Dynamight: Chill out, McQueen, you look desperate.

RedDaddy: Be nice, Dynamight. Hi, Neko!

Dynamight: Fuck off, Shittyhair.

Mindfucker: How’s your cat, Neko?

“Be good, Dynamight. You’re lucky I know you don’t mean that!” You giggled at the antics of your regulars, smiling at the question about your cat. “Ichigo is doing good, Mindfucker, thanks for asking! I’ll bring her on camera after the show if you want to say hi!”

Minfucker just sent a cat emoji and you laughed, shaking your head. “I’m beginning to think that you’re just here for Ichigo and not me.”

The chat went crazy with people denying it, telling you how much they loved watching you every week. You lit up, feeling more excited about your news.

“So I have something I want to discuss before we get started today. I’ve decided I want to try out doing some private shows, so I’m going to be offering up a few spots. I’m going to give some of my longest and most frequent supporters a shot first, and if all goes well, then I’ll open them up to the rest of you! I’ll be adding a signup link at the bottom of my page after tonight’s stream, so if you’re interested you can apply and I’ll pick a few of you and we’ll work out a schedule! How does that sound?”

Dynamight: McQueen already has his credit card ready I bet.

“Aw, you don’t want to play with me, Dynamight?” You teased, giving the camera your best pout.

Dynamight: You couldn’t handle me, Princess.

LightningMcQueen: Hush. You’re a bottom, Dyna.

Dynamight: Die you fucking extra.

LightningMcQueen: Love you too, blasty.

“I was going to let you pick the toy today, Dynamight, but if you can’t behave then I’m just going to have to let someone else have a turn.” You gave the camera a disapproving look, frowning. You’d picked up that these guys were friends, so you knew they were just messing with each other.

A donation popped up from Dynamight with a comment attached.

Let McQueen choose this time, babe.

“It looks like Dynamight is going to let you choose, McQueen. Which one?” You pulled over the box you kept your toys in and showed it to the camera. “Pick a color.”

LightningMcQueen: Yellow

You pulled the yellow silicone out of the box and showed it to the chat, smirking. “I call this one Chargebolt because it’s the same color as his hair. Are you sure this is the one you want me to use?”

When your stream ended, Denki leaned back in his chair, taking a deep breath. The fact that he’d watched you fuck yourself with a dildo that you’d named after him was the hottest thing he could have imagined. He was jealous of that piece of bright yellow silicone more than he should be. He’d still enjoyed it, if the mess across his abs and chest were any indication.

He cleaned himself up and pulled on a shirt, clicking on the link for the private show signup. It was pretty straightforward, listing the price and how long the show would be, and asking for his username and what he would be interested in doing or seeing and what day would work best.

Staring at the form for a moment, he contemplated his options. He could sign up with his LightningMcQueen account, and he might have a chance. He was the first one out of his friends to find your channel one night when he was bored and horny. Then he’d shown it to Hitoshi and then shared your info with Eijirou, Katsuki, and Hanta. He would be considered one of the longest and loyal viewers like you had said.

However, if you got a request from Chargebolt? What would you do? Would you ignore it?

“Toshi!” He called out, knowing his roommate would hear him without him having to get up. “I’m having a crisis!”

The door opened, and the purple-haired man stood in the doorway. “I am not prepared to handle your bi panic right now, Denki.”

“Are you going to put in for a private show from Neko?” Denki pushed on, ignoring his friend’s exasperation.

“I spoke that into existence last week, you know. You’re welcome.”

Flopping back in his chair, Denki closed his eyes. “Should I send in the request with this account or with the Chargebolt one?”

Hitoshi shrugged, watching their cat Sashimi wander into the room. “You’ve wanted to talk to her for ages, man. You could have messaged her forever ago and you wouldn’t be playing this game with her. Sign up with your actual account.”

“I mean, she must think I’m cute, right? Otherwise, she wouldn’t watch.” He sat up, logging out of his secondary account and into his main one. He had a few unread DM’s, so he clicked, his breath catching in his throat. “Dude, look.”

There was a message from you, short but sweet.

Hi, Chargebolt. I don’t know if you saw the stream today, but you should check it out if you haven’t. I left it up for you.”

“She wants you to see her use that dildo she named after you.” Hitoshi patted his shoulder, and then bent down to pick up Sashimi. “I signed up but I told her I just wanted to have a date with her cat. She probably won’t pick me.”

“She will, she loves cats.” Denki clicked on your page and scrolled down to the bottom where the signup was again, letting it populate his main account in the information, and writing ‘any day except Thursday’ in the section for the time that worked for him. “I’m going to get this girl to date me, just you watch.”

Snorting, his roommate closed the door behind him as he left. “I believe in you, Pikachu.”

Once his request was submitted, he went back to his DM’s and sent you a message back.

“I was there, Neko. I never miss a stream. I submitted for a private show, so I hope you’ll pick me. I’ve been one of your viewers since the beginning, you know.”

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In your head, you tried to plan what you would say once you were face to face (via camera) with the one and only Chargebolt. Everything your brain seemed to come up with fell short. What did you say to this guy, who you’d been simping over for over 9 months, who lit up your screen every Thursday with terrible puns and panty-dropping smiles? You knew exactly what he looked like and sounded like when he came. It was a strange thing to think that you knew that but you’d never actually spoken to him before.

It made you feel a little better when you realized he knew just as much about you. That he watched you fuck yourself on a dildo you’d named after him, and then spent the rest of the stream showing off your fluffy white cat Ichigo.

It was time to put on your big girl panties. You could do this.

Chargebolt had been one of the few that you’d chosen to do these shows with. He was also the last one. You’d met with 4 others, the ones who were the most active in your chat, the ones you assumed were actually friends.

Your first one was with Tapeman, who asked you to call him Sero. He was cute, with the widest, prettiest smile you’d ever seen. He made you laugh, and called you beautiful, and spoke to you in Spanish. You didn’t feel uncomfortable once with him, and the experience gave you hope that the rest would be just as nice.

Mindfucker was next, whose name was Shinsou and lowkey your favorite one. He didn’t want anything sexual at all, which surprised you. You sat with him and drank tea and you got to meet his two fur children, Miso and Sashimi, while he told you about his roommate. You let him admire Ichigo, and talked about music. He was sarcastic, but not in a mean way, and you were pretty sure he was going to be your new best friend.

RedDaddy and Dynamight had asked to do theirs together since they were dating. You wanted to question why they both watched your stream but RedDaddy, who was actually named Kirishima, answered it for you.

“We’re both bi, and we think you’re cute!”

“Yeah, plus McQueen has a thing for you so we like to be in the chat to help him out.” Dynamite, aka Bakugou, added in his gruff voice, folding his arms across his chest.

“Aw, that’s sweet!” You smiled at them. “He didn’t request a private show though, so I guess he doesn’t like me that much.”

Bakugou coughed and Kirishima grinned. “Maybe he was nervous! I’m sure you’ll meet him in one of these someday!”

“Enough about that dumbass.” Bakugou leaned forward, his hand on Kirishima’s knee. “Give us a show and we’ll give you one in return. Use that orange and green one for me, Princess.”

And give you a show they did. You got lost in how they looked at each other while they jerked each other off, and you were pretty sure they forgot you were even there at some point. When it was over, you suggested that they start their own channel.

Bakugou scoffed, but you could tell he was blushing a bit.

“I don’t know, Neko. I don’t think I could share him with anyone else. Except you, you’re the exception.” Kirishima grinned, winking at you.

But now it was Chargebolt’s turn. You made sure you had everything you needed, making sure Ichigo was out of the room, and then signed into your account.

Chargebolt was online, so you made the private room and sent him the request. You felt like you were shaking, and you checked yourself in the camera to make sure you didn’t look like a wreck.

You barely had time to breathe before he entered the chat, his camera screen coming to life and showing you his smiling face. You melted a bit, biting your lip, gazing at how attractive he was.

“Hey, Neko!” Chargebolt was as vibrant as ever, tucking his hair behind his ears, the black lightning bolt in his hair dark against the bright yellow of the rest of it.

“It’s nice to see you, Chargebolt.” You tried to relax, rolling your shoulders back. “It’s kind of weird knowing you can see me too.”

He laughed, leaning back in his chair. You tried not to stare at his arms in the tank top he was wearing. Chargebolt had a small frame, but his muscles were defined. You’d seen him plow through an entire bag of chips on stream once, without pausing to breathe, so you assumed he must be one of those people with amazing metabolism that you envied. “You can call me Denki if you want, kitten.”

You choked on air at the nickname, trying to compose yourself. “Kitten?”

“Well, Neko means cat, doesn’t it?” He raised an eyebrow. “I won’t call you that if you don’t like it.”

“No!” You practically shouted. “No, I mean, it’s fine. I like it.”

“Sweet.” He grinned. “Man, I’ve wanted to get you alone like this for so long, and now I’m just feeling really nervous.”

“You’re nervous?” You were surprised. The always cool but super dorky Chargebolt was nervous because of you? “So am I.”

Chargebolt- sorry, Denki, rested his elbow on the desk, propping his head in his hand. “Well, glad to know I’m not the only disaster here. I’ve been trying to get the courage to talk to you for months, and then finally Hitoshi got me to talk about you on stream a few weeks ago, and now here we are.”

“Who’s Hitoshi? One of your regulars?” Knowing that you weren’t the only one who was sweating bullets had you relaxing a bit.

“Oh yeah, Mindfucker! You know him right? He did a thing with you the other day, didn’t he?”

Eyes wide, you stared at him. “Shinsou?”

“Yeah, that’s my best friend and my roommate. He said he showed you the cats.” He shrugged. “You picked all my friends for your private shows. Sero, Kiri, Bakugou, Shinsou.” He paused, smirking. “I forgot that you don’t know that I’m LightningMcQueen.”

“That’s you? I was wondering why they didn’t send me a request, but it all makes sense now.”

Denki shot you finger guns and winked. “Kachow!”

“Oh god, stop it.” You rolled your eyes.

He chuckled, grinning at you. “So, did Shinsou talk about me?”

You giggled, remembering back. “He told me a story about how his roommate mistook a fuzzball for a spider and spent the afternoon sitting on a table waiting for him to come home and kill it.”

“It looked like one of those freaky poisonous ones from where I was sitting. I was afraid to let it out of my sight in case it got away and then multiplied and killed me in my sleep or something.” He took a deep breath. “Spiders are terrifying.”

This man was amazing. “You are everything I always thought you’d be, you know that?”

“I’m going to take that as a compliment.” He sighed. “You have to have some kind of embarrassing story to tell me so I don’t feel like a fool. You’ve got to make it even.”

“One year my dad hired a clown to come to my birthday party. He walked in the front door and I jetted out the back door and hid in the garden until he left. Clowns are just as terrifying as spiders.”

Chargebolt laughed, and the sound made your stomach do a somersault. It was just as bright and happy as he was. “That is the cutest shit I’ve ever heard!”

“I’m glad my childhood trauma is amusing you.” You deadpanned, trying to keep the smile off your face.

“Aw, don’t be like that kitten! I’m glad we can bond over our irrational fears like this, you know?” He

You shivered happily. “Okay, okay.” You cleared your throat. “So, you didn’t write anything down here for what you wanted out of our chat today.”

“Oh, okay, down to business then.” He sat up straight. “Well, I wanted to tell you myself instead of submitting it on the form.”

Intrigued, you raised an eyebrow. “Didn’t want to give me a chance to back out?”

Snorting, and shook his head. “Nah, I think you’ll like it, kitten.” He folded his hands behind his head. “I want you to tell me what to do. I’m at your mercy.”

Swallowing thickly, you blinked at him. That was...really hot. “You like being told what to do?”

“I would love nothing more for you to pull my hair and peg me within an inch of my life while calling me your little cock slut.” He stared at you with an eyebrow raised, looking pleased with himself when he saw your expression.

Your thighs clenched together involuntarily. “Fuck.”

“Yeah, right? I mean, I’m a switch, I’d do the same to you if you asked. But we can save that for next time.” He smirked. “So, you down?”

Next time? This man was going to kill you. “Take off your shirt, Denki.”

“Fuck yes.” He groaned, reaching behind him and tugging the garment over his head.

His chest and abs came into view, and you let your eyes linger on the barbells through his nipples. “Pants too.”

He pushed his chair away from his desk and shimmied out of his shorts, kicking them to the side. You gazed at him in his blue boxer briefs, eyes lingering on his thin waist, strong thighs, and the outline of his cock. He was a sight to behold, honestly.

You held the fangirling back, leaning forward to get a better look at him. “Do you have any toys, Denki?”

“Of course, Kitten.” He moved out of view for a moment, coming back with a box.

“Let me see.” He tilted the box towards the camera, your eyes flitting over the different colors and shapes inside. “The pink one.”

“Okay, hang on, let me-” He cut off, standing up and throwing the pink toy on the bed. He picked up the laptop and moved it, laying down beside it and angling the camera so you could see what he was doing.

“Did you stretch yourself, baby?”

He made a noise that sounded like a whine in the back of his throat at the pet name, obviously pleased by it. “Yeah, of course I did.” He glanced at the screen. “You should, uh, take your shirt off too.”

“I thought you wanted me to tell you what to do, not the other way around.” Teasing him, you crossed your arms over your chest.

He pouted slightly. “I’ve been good so far though, right?”

“All you’ve done is take off two items of clothing and move to the bed. You’re gonna have to work harder than that!”

Huffing, he lifted his ass off the bed and tugged his underwear down his legs, kicking them off, his hand already moving to wrap around his already hard cock.

“Did I say you could touch yourself, Denki?” It was getting hard to keep up the stern act you were putting on, but you knew it was what he wanted. You wanted to watch him touch himself, watch the way his eyes fluttered closed when his thumb brushed over the leaking head of his cock, and the way he would bite his lip when he moved his wrist a certain way.

You could be patient though, so you continued.

“If I was there right now, what would you want me to do first?”

He stilled, blinking at you a few times. “I would want your mouth first, I think.”

Humming, you sat back, pulling your shirt over your head, letting him admire the lacey purple bra covering your chest. “You’d want my mouth on your cock? Trace my tongue along that vein along the underside and suck on the head a little?”

Denki groaned, closing his eyes, his grip visibly tightening around his shaft. He looked like he was trying not to get worked up too fast. You were amazed at how your words were affecting him, so you pressed on.

“I’d take you all the way down until I was choking on it, and I’d let you hold onto my hair and fuck my face. God, you don’t know how many times I've dreamed about doing that for you. What would you say to that?”

The blush spreading down his neck and chest made him look so pretty. “Ugh, fuck kitten, you’re killing me.” He swallowed hard, opening his eyes to look at you again. “I’d tell you how good you made me feel, but I wouldn’t let you finish me off that way.”

“Oh no? Tell me what else you’d do.” You took the opportunity to move to the bed yourself, pulling off your leggings and panties all at once.

Eyes glued to you while you unclipped your bra and threw it across the room, he continued. “Fuck, um, I would...god, you’re beautiful.”

Flushing at the compliment, you looked down shyly, breaking character. “I’ve heard you say that before and I still don’t believe it.”

Denki scoffed. “If you need a daily reminder, I’d be happy to be the one to tell you, kitten.” You could hear the sincerity in his voice, and it made your heart do a little flip. “I might seem like a dumbass but I’m using this camboy money to pay off my student loans for my masters in English lit so I can quote you entire sonnets from Shakespeare without hesitation if that will help you believe me.”

Your eyebrows shot up, impressed. Realizing you’d ruined the moment, you sighed, covering your eyes with your hand. “I’m sorry, I’m crap at this. I really just want to watch you cum.”

Chuckling, you heard him shifting on the bed. “Okay, how about this? Forget the toys. Just close your eyes and listen to me.”

“Okay.”

“If you were here with me right now, just like that, I’d spend so much time exploring every inch of you with my tongue. I’d start with your lips, your jaw, your neck. Collarbones, shoulders, your chest, those cute nipples-”

“How are nipples cute?” You interrupted with a snort.

You could hear him trying not to laugh, his voice pitched a bit higher. “Shh, don’t ruin it.”

“I think you just did when you said ‘cute nipples’.” You’d never had this much fun with someone in a situation like this. “If I had a dick, my boner would have just died.”

Denki wheezed, and you opened your eyes to look over at him. He was gazing back at you, his eyes bright as he laughed into his palm. “God, I like you so much, kitten.”

Your grin softened, your heart pounding at his words. “Me too, Denki.”

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Inked - K.Bakugou x F!Reader

Hello my readers! It’s Rina back at it again with another collab from bnharem. This time it was a literal dream come true because it is all BAKUGOU fics. Everyone wrote a fic for bakugou, so for all my bakubabies, its time to read!

This is my VERY first smut, so be gentle. I am liable to delete my whole blog if this tanks, but I’m putting myself out here anyways! ... I’m kidding, I won’t be deleting my blog, just yeeting myself off the internet or something as dramatic

Warnings: Unprotected Sex (don’t be silly, wrap the willy folks.)

This is a tattoo artist bakugou au that has been on my mind for the longest, so I decided that this was my time to shine.

For the collab, I got the dialogue; “do you trust me?”

Find the other amazing fics here!

Shoutout to @sightoru for always hyping me up and believing in me and giving great advice. Shoutout to @kingexpl0sionmurder for listening to me complain about how I couldn’t do it and always telling that I could. Shoutout to @jodrawssmut for reading it and making me feel more confident, and also a shoutout to one of my fave writers of all time: @andypantsx3 for giving me even more advice and support in this tumultuous endeavor of writing smut, how you guys do it on a daily basis, i dont know.

Enjoy!

Banner Picture Credit: https://twitter.com/BrttPaige/status/1147540482475663360?s=20

You had always been the type of person that wanted to be adventurous, yet you never got around to it. You wanted to be social, yet you stayed home to study instead of going out with your friends, so you could get into your dream college. You got into your dream college, and that’s where you met the guy that you thought you were going to settle down with, despite it being your first relationship. Instead, you were left with a broken heart and time wasted after finding him in bed with another girl.

A broken heart changes your perspective on a lot of things, including yourself, and you realize that you had wasted so much of your life in books, that you hadn’t really been living, instead you were just going through the motions. Was your dream college really your dream college, or did you want to go there because your parents did? Did you not drink because you didn’t think you’d like it, or you wanted to keep an image that wasn’t really you?

This change in your perspective brought you to where you were now. In a bar. You had finally taken up one of your friends countless offers of a night out. You were single now, had been for weeks, and you were over it. You didn’t want to waste anymore of your life on things that shouldn’t be worried about. You had decided you were gonna live your life and whatever happens, happens.

“What made you decide to come out tonight?” Mina asked you. Mina Ashido was a girl you had met in a lab two years ago, your freshman year of college, and despite how different you two looked, you had so much in common. She had pink hair while you had brown. She had tan skin with beautiful tattoos all down her arms, and you were pale with no tattoos at all. Despite these differences, you had become fast friends, you would dare even say she was your best friend.

“I’m trying to live life, instead of just letting it pass me by.” You said as you took a swig from the mixed drink you were sipping on, still a little new to alcohol. She smiled.

“Why does it take shit like heartbreak to make us into the people we always wanted to be?” you gave her a look, not being able to imagine someone breaking her heart, who would want to?

She smirked at you. “My dad broke my heart a long time before a guy ever could.” she said simply with a shrug, as if she knew what you were thinking. Mina was like that, somehow she always knew what you were thinking.

As the night went on, you couldn’t stop staring at her tattoos. They were so beautifully done, intricate, as if someone like Picasso had picked up a tattoo gun and tried their hand at tattooing. She had some portrait work, some realistic, some with lots of line work, but all of them were beautiful.

“y/n.” she said, snapping your attention away from the tattoos. A blush forming on your cheeks from being caught staring at them.

“You like tattoos?” She said with a smile on her face. Did you like tattoos? You had never thought about them, not really. It didn’t fit into the person you had try to be in the past, but now that you were just doing whatever you wanted, that made you happy… a tattoo was really appealing, even though you weren’t sure about your pain tolerance.

You nodded.

“I might get one, now that I’m not letting life just pass me by.”

“Let’s get one tonight.” Your eyes widened at her remark.

“Mina. It’s like almost midnight. I doubt there’s a tattoo shop open anywhere, and if they are, I don’t know if I would trust someone who stayed open till midnight, tattooing people.” You said giving her a side-eye as you took a larger swig from your drink.

Her smile widened and then she laughed.

“You’re right. He closes at 6, and he’s usually in bed at 8:30. I swear he’s a grandpa even though he’s only 25, but he never turns down a tattoo virgin, and he does owe me a favor, so I could get him to do one tonight… So are you in or not?” You thought about it. Tattoos were permanent, a commitment, which should scare you since your last commitment had ended in heartbreak, but tattoos couldn’t break your heart, right?

Before you could talk yourself out of it, even though you had no idea what you would even get, maybe just something random, maybe there was one of those machines that you had heard of, where you put money in and a tattoo idea came out, you nodded.

She smiled, showing her teeth with how wide it was, and pulled out her phone. You watched her type away for a couple of minutes, rolling her eyes as some of the messages came through, but smiling nonetheless, it made you curious as to who this tattoo artist was. Mina obviously knew them, knew them well to be okay messaging them so close to midnight, to get a tattoo.

She slipped her phone into her pocket and stretched her arms before looking at me with a face. From her expression you couldn’t tell what the outcome of the conversation was, at least until she broke out into a big smile.

“He said to give him 30 minutes to get there, so we can finish our drinks then catch a cab or uber there, it’s only 10 minutes or so away, i believe.” She said, taking a swallow from her glass.

You nodded looking at your drink that was almost empty. You downed the rest in one go, for some liquid courage, for some reason you felt you might need it. You stood up as Mina stood up with you. She took her phone out of her pocket, her eyes widening as she read a text that she had received. She took her lip into her mouth, as if she was debating on what to do.

“You okay?” You asked her, concerned something might be wrong.

She giggled. “I’m fine, Kirishima just texted me wanting me to come home because he needs me.”

You paused for a second. While it would be nice to have someone for moral support for your first tattoo, you knew that both Mina and Kirishima were always busy with school and jobs, so they didn’t get a lot of alone time. You smiled, just because you were single and angry at the world, didn’t mean that she was, so you sighed. You had made it outside the door before you had realized, so you looked at her.

“Give me the tattoo shop address and go see your man.” You said to her with a small smile, and she squealed.

“Thank you, I owe you one!” She said as she wrote a text with the address to the shop, and hailed a cab to drive her home as you waited for the uber that she had apparently ordered before you guys walked out.

A blue sedan rolled up to the curb you were on a few minutes later.

“Mina?” You smiled sliding into the backseat.

“Mina is my bestfriend, she had to go, but she said I could take the uber to where I needed to go.” You explained to him as you gave him the address that Mina had given you.

You listened to the music as the driver took you to your location, wondering what you were going to get tattooed on your body. Now that you were thinking about it, you had tons of ideas going through your head about what you might want on your body for the rest of your life.

“Ma’am, we’re here.” the driver said, snapping you out of your thoughts, having not noticed that the car had stopped.

You smiled at the driver, and you got out of the car, wishing them a goodnight.

You looked towards the shop, but stopped as you spotted a figure by the door, a cigarette in hand, arms crossed as if they were waiting, but that’s not why you stopped. It was because this might have been the most beautiful man you had ever laid eyes on. He was wearing a tank top, so you could see the skin was covered in tattoos, not a patch was bare along his arms, and it made your mouth water, because the muscles were also very visible, and he was fit, really fit. He had blonde hair that fit him so well, sticking up in places everywhere, you just wanted to run your hands through it, even if you didn’t know who this man was.

His voice stopped you from checking him out as he said your name.

“Are you Y/N?” He said as he took a drag from the cigarette in his hands, looking you up and down, with a smirk on his face. You didn’t trust using words at that moment, so you just nodded. He threw the cigarette on the ground, snuffing it out with the bottom of his shoes, holding out his hand.

“I’m Katsuki. Katsuki Bakugou. Mina told me you were coming, but she didn’t say how pretty you were. I’ll be tattooing you.” He stated, as he shook your hand, sending sparks all down your spine, body alight at just a single handshake. At that moment, you weren’t sure exactly what tattooing with him would consist of, but you were ready to be inked.

He opened the door to the shop, holding it so that you could enter first, and you quietly thanked him for the chivalrous act.

“First tattoo on a friday night at almost midnight, why do you want it?” He said, his back facing you as he led you to the back of the shop, into a tattoo room. He waved towards the table that you assumed you’d be getting tattooed on, and you sat there as he went around the room flipping stuff on, getting ready for the work ahead.

“Why?” You asked him, not expecting him to ask you that, you had assumed he’d just ask you what you wanted and do it, never thinking that he would care why you wanted to get one, at the age of 25, people usually getting one, if they wanted, as soon as they were legal to do so.

He hummed in agreement, before turning to look at you, stopping his messing with the contraption that you assumed was the gun, not having ever seen one before.

“People have different reasons, some better than others. I’ve heard lots of different answers, some girls just want it because they want something cute on their skin, some men get them to prove that they can handle it, but there have also been deeper reasons, and i like to know why I’m tattooing someone. Mina’s tattoos all mean something to her, will yours mean something to you?” He explained.

“I want it to mean something, I’m just not sure what… I want it to mean.” You said, hesitantly, wanting to be able to give him a better answer than that.

He opened his mouth to say something else, but words just started pouring out of your mouth.

“I’ve always been the girl who does things because she wanted to seem perfect, wanted to uphold an image for her family, but I’m tired of being that girl. I want to do things that I want to do, not because I think it’ll make anyone else happy. I want to be me, unapologetically. I dated a guy for 2 years, up until 3 or 4 months ago, and he was great, at least to my family because they loved him, and I thought I did too.” You took a deep breath, before rubbing your neck sheepishly, but Bakugou just gestured for you to finish, as if this was just another day of work for him, and you were starting to think it was. He just gave off the energy that you could talk to him, and he’d be brutally honest about everything, telling you exactly what you needed to hear, not what you wanted.

“I thought I loved him too, until I came home, to an apartment that we shared, with him balls deep inside another woman, in the bed that we had shared for a year, and it hurt, y’know? It hurt, and it broke my heart, but then I just felt so free when the pain left. I’m starting to think that I didn’t love him, per se, but that I loved the idea of him, someone that my parents would approve of, that would give me the stable life that everyone else wanted for me, but I’ve just come to realize that… I don’t want that. I want to fall hopelessly in love with someone because I love them, not be with them because I think it’s what’s right. I want to travel and help others. I want to live.” You exhaled, not expecting to let all of that out to someone you had just met, but for some reason, you felt like you could trust him. You looked at him, and he had a small smile on his face.

He came towards you, put his face in yours and smirked.

“I know just what to tattoo on you.” He stated.

“O-oh yeah?” You stuttered out, his closeness making your body flush and your nerves flare up.

He nodded.

“Do you trust me?” He asked you as he leaned away and stood back up straight, having to lean down a little to be eye level with you as you were sitting.

You had just met him. Could you trust someone that you had just met? Probably not, but nevertheless you trusted him enough to spill your emotional trauma out to him, so surely you could trust him with putting something on your body, his work was beautiful, mina’s skin was a testament to that, so you nodded, giving him a small, nervous smile.

“I trust you.” You stated.

“Any idea where you want the tattoo to be?” He asked you. You thought about it for a moment.

“I think I'd like it on the back of my thigh.” you told him. He smirked at that answer.

“Okay, princess. Take your pants off.” He said, nonchalantly. You felt your face flush, and you were sure you would look like a tomato if you looked in the mirror right now. You gave yourself a push, calming your nerves, and stripped your pants off before you could think more about it. You laid on the tattoo table, face down ass up, and you heard him doing something in the background. Music flooded the room and you heard him sit down in the chair beside the table. His hand touched the curve of your ass as he prepped the area for the tattoo. He laid the stencil down, asking you if you wanted to see the placement, but you shook your head. He asked you if you trusted him, so you were gonna trust him fully, not wanting to see what he was doing until it was done.

The tattoo gun vibrated against your skin as he drew on your skin with ink, you had thought it would hurt more, but it didn’t.

“So how do you know mina?” you asked him, breaking the silence between the two of you.

“We went to Yuuei together, and we were in the same class for 3 years. Kirishima is my best friend, so she was a part of our friend group, and we’ve just stayed close.” He said, plainly. You were aware of every move he made against your skin, his hand on your leg felt as if it was burning your skin.

“I met her in a lab, and despite all the differences between us, we connected, and now she’s my best friend, the best one I’ve ever had probably.” You told him when he asked you the same question back.

“How’d you get into tattooing?” You asked, trying to get your attention off his hand and its movements on your ass and thigh, telling yourself that this was his job, it didn’t mean anything, even if you wanted it to.

“I was an angry kid, so I drew out my feelings, and I was good, but one day I saw All Might’s tattoo work, and I wanted to do that, so after high school, I got an apprenticeship with him along with a childhood… friend… of mine because I wouldn’t settle for anything less than working under the best, and once I learned everything I could from him, I opened up this shop, and the rest is history.” Everyone knew of All Might. He was one of the most famous tattoo artists in the world, one of his apprentices, Deku, was running his old shop now that he was retired.

“Why were you angry?” You asked him before thinking. You mentally rolled your eyes at yourself, you didn’t ask people that, when you barely knew them. Then again, you had told him things that you usually don’t tell people you barely knew.

He chuckled.

“That’s a long story, princess. Maybe I can tell you another time, over dinner.” He said. He called you princess again, and it had the same effect, going straight to your core.

“D-dinner?” You stuttered out. He wanted to take you to dinner?

“Yeah. Me. You. A meal.” He said, and somehow, you could just picture the smirk on his face. He patted your ass as you heard the tattoo gun’s buzzing stop, the action making you clench your thighs, hoping he didn’t notice the small action.

You looked at the clock, somehow almost 2 hours had passed, and you had gotten a tattoo, and a wet spot in your panties that you hoped wasn’t noticeable. You felt him spray something on your tattoo, before patting your ass again, and you wondered if he did this with all the girls he had tattooed.

“Are you ready to see it?” He asked, and you took a deep breath and nodded. You got off the table and turned towards the mirror, with your back facing it, turning your head to see the back of your thigh, gasping at the sight. You felt tears come to your eyes.

He had drawn a beautiful bird cage with its door open and a bird flying out of it with beautiful flowers around the cage.

*picture something like this*

You saw him come closer to you in the mirror, and you turned towards him with tears in your eyes. He smiled softly, instead of the usual smirk.

“You’re free now.” He stated, and despite being the least sexual thing he could ever say to you, it was like something snapped in you, that had been building up since you laid eyes upon him that night.

You leaned up, slowly, looking him in the eyes, hoping that he had felt the connection between you two, but that if he hadn’t, he would stop you, and he didn’t, so you closed the gap between you and kissed him. He kissed you back, almost instantly, and it was full of passion and hunger. He slowly backed you up against the wall, holding your hands above your head when he got you against it. He pulled back, looking at your face, and smirked, before pecking your lips, dragging his lips down your jaw leaving pecks that set your skin aflame in the wake. He got to your neck and kissed the same spot a couple of times before sucking, you were sure it was going to leave a mark, but it didn’t matter. He had already left something more permanent on your skin. You felt a moan leave your mouth as you felt his teeth scrape against your skin as he left a mark. He pulled away too soon, and you felt your head chase his, to bring your lips back together, moving on instinct.

“I have to wrap your tattoo, princess.” He said to you, making you groan out loud, and he smirked pecking your lips.

“We have plenty of time, relax.” He whispered as he walked to a drawer, grabbing something, you weren’t really paying attention to what he was doing, and before you knew what was happening, he turned you around so that your chest was against the wall, and he dropped to his knees behind you. You felt him rub something on the spot where your tattoo was and felt him put something over it, then as you were about to turn back around, you felt his lips on your thighs, placing kisses up, and you arched your back at the feeling. You felt him go up your leg with his lips before he got to your center, and he pressed a kiss onto the wet spot in your panties and you groaned out loud.

“Don’t be a tease.” You said, sounding out of breath when he had barely touched you, your body felt like it was on fire, burning for his touch as if him touching you was the only thing to ease the burn.

He chuckled against your core, before, suddenly, you felt the cold air of the room against you and you were bare before him, you instinctively closed your thighs to hide your wetness from him, but kept your thighs apart, slapping your ass making your back arch at the small sting it sent through you.

“Don’t hide from me princess.” He said before you felt his tongue lick its way up your slit, a filthy moan leaving your lips at the sensation. He ate you slowly at first, teasing you with the piercing on his tongue, making you pant and say “please” before he ate you as if he was a man starved and you were the only thing that could satiate his hunger. You felt yourself climbing in ecstasy, you could not wait to reach the peak of it. Suddenly, it was like a dam broke as he took your clit into his mouth and sucked, his piercing rubbing against, making you reach your peak, and you let out a pornographic worthy moan, never having cum so hard from oral. You felt yourself being spun around before you could come completely down from your high, your back now against the wall you had been leaning on with your arms as he feasted on you. Bakugou pulled you into a kiss, you could taste yourself on his lips, kiss full of hunger and lust. You felt his hand run down the front of your body before one of his fingers rubbed against your clit, moaning into the kiss.

“Please.” You whispered against his lips, barely pulling away from the kiss, only enough so that you could whisper that one word to him. He smirked into the kiss before inserting a finger into your cunt, slowly, agonizingly slow, and you whimpered at the intrusion, having been so long since something had penetrated you.

“Fuck princess. You’re so tight, you think you can handle my cock?” He muttered do you as he peppered kisses down your jaw before getting to that sweet spot on your neck again.

“I can handle it.” You got out, moaning between the words. He chuckled against your neck, fucking you with his finger before adding another. It felt so good, but you wanted more. You moved against his fingers, giving yourself more friction, the palm of his hand brushing against your clit as you fucked back onto the two fingers.

“That’s right baby, fuck yourself on my fingers.” He whispered into your ear, his voice gravelly and full of lust. You grabbed his hair, pulling his lips back to yours, he groaned against your lips at the feeling of you pulling hair, making your pull more, softly biting his bottom lip as you pulled away, looking into his eyes as you rode his fingers.

��More. Please.”

“You sure?” He asked as he rubbed a third finger against your clit, making you throw your head back and scream a silent moan, you could feel yourself reaching your peak again, you nodded at him, wanting more, needing more.

His third finger entered slowly with the first two, and you whimpered, stretching you open, but the slight pain mixed with the pleasure felt so good. Your hips had stopped moving, so he started a slow pace, to get you accustomed to the stretch before he made it a steady faster pace, fucking you with his fingers. You pulled at his shirt, wanting it off, when it should have been off long ago. He stopped to take it off for you, and you whimpered at the loss of contact, but when you saw his chest, you groaned. It was covered in beautiful, intricate artwork. His body was that of a Greek god, chiseled to perfection, and when you noticed a glimmer from the light of the room hitting it on his chest, you spotted the piercings he had on his nipples, and you salivated, becoming more hungry for this man than you already were.

You pulled his face closer and grabbed his hand guiding it back to your center, where you wanted them, and he slowly slid each finger back in, one by one. You groaned at the return of the feeling of his fingers inside you, your body set aflame once more. You pecked his lips as he started a steady pace, making your way down his jaw and neck like he had done to you previously, but you had a target. Thankfully, he was taller than you, because your height gave you the perfect angle to take his pierced nipple into your mouth and gently suck, the moan he let out, making you even wetter than you already were.

You gave each nipple attention before attaching his lips back to yours, loving the way they fit together so effortlessly.

“I want you inside me.” You groaned against his lips, grabbing his belt buckle, undoing his belt without breaking away from the kiss.

You broke away, getting on your knees to unbutton his jeans, pulling down his underwear along with them, freeing his erection. You gasped at the size of it, understanding why he asked you if you thought you could handle it. He was big, girthy, and a nice length, but you noticed that there was also metal glinting in the light down there as well, piercings on his cock as well you licked at the tip that was leaking pre feeling the metal of his piercing against your tongue, but before you could take him into your mouth, or try to, he pulled you back up to your feet.

“As much as I’d love to have those pretty lips wrapped around my cock, princess, I want to be inside of you just as much as you want it.” He whispered giving you a kiss, he muttered that he needed to get a condom, but you stopped him from walking away.

“I’m clean, I’m on the pill, just fuck me. I want to feel all of you, inside me, please.” You told him, tone almost as if you were begging, he threw his head back and groaned at your words. He looked into your eyes as he rubbed the tip against you, you whimpered at the sensation of his piercing rubbing against your clit. He patted your thighs, signalling you to jump, so you did, your legs wrapping around his waist as he carried you from against the wall. He sat you down on the table that you had been laying on to get a tattoo just earlier, and spread your legs open again, rubbing the head of his cock against you before stopping at your entrance. He looked at you, as if he was giving you one last chance to back out, but you were all in, so you just stared back as he pushed into you. You whimpered at the stretch, making him stop, before relaxing your muscles, moving your hips to tell him to keep going.

“Move. Please.” You whimpered out, and he obeyed. You had never felt so full in your life, and in that moment, you knew that your cunt was ruined for any other man, you would never be satisfied if they couldn’t make you feel this kind of euphoria. You wrapped your hands around his neck as he started a steady pace, thrusting in and out of you, piercing hitting a spot inside of you that made you see stars, you scratched down his back, and he groaned against your lips, not kissing but still wanting to be close.

“Oh God, Bakugou.” You let out a small scream, your peak getting closer and closer as he kept ramming into you.

“Katsuki. Call me Katsuki.” He grunted to you, sharp short thrust with every word as if to emphasize his point.

“Feels so good, Suki.” You babbled out, head filled with nothing but the feeling of pleasure and him inside you.

“Yeah? It feels good, babe? You gonna cum all over my cock, huh princess?” He grunted into your ear, his words making your head spin even more with his dirty words.

You whimpered out an “uh huh,” not being able to say much else, only focused on hitting your peak, clenching against him hoping he would reach his with you.

“Don’t cum until I say so.” He ground out, picking up a faster pace, making you throw your head back and scream, you were glad it was just you two in the entire building and that the walls were concrete. His thrusts getting sloppier, his hips stuttering, you knew he was close as well.

“Need to cum, please let me cum.” You whimpered to him, not knowing how much longer you could hold off your impending orgams, you were teetering on the edge of the peak, wanting to reach it so bad.

“Fuck. Cum Baby.” He said, and you exploded into the best orgasm of your life. Vision turning white. Screaming out his name, rocking against him as you rode it out.

“Fuck. Such a good girl, cumming all over my cock. Where do you want me to cum, princess?” He asked, his voice still full of lust, as he came to his peak, starting to pull out to finish, but you wrapped your legs around him, not wanting him to leave from inside you, wanting him to fill you up, to ink you in more ways than he already had.

“Inside. Cum Inside, Suki.” You babbled out, begging him to cum, with pleases over and over, and he groaned, taking you into a kiss as you felt him fill you up, warmth filling you, his cum painting your walls.

“Fuck.” He whispered. You nodded, agreeing, it was a “fuck” indeed. Who knew the best sex of your entire life would be with someone you had just met.

You both stayed silent, trying to catch your breath and come down from the high you had experienced together. He pulled out, and walked over to get his jeans, putting his pants back on before stepping back between your legs, that you had not bothered to close yet.

“This is ass backwards, but dinner Friday?” He asked you, breaking the peaceful silence and afterglow that had set in. You looked at his red eyes, and you giggled.

You decided that tattoos were permanent, but you maybe also might want the person who did the tattooing to be permanent too. You weren’t sure what would happen between you and Katsuki Bakugou, but you wanted to find out, and maybe, just maybe he’d ink his name on your heart the way he had the beautiful artwork on your leg.

“I’m free.” you said to him, pecking his lips for good measure.

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