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pro hero!bakugou x reader | fluff, a little bit domestic, a little bit intimate, a little bit suggestive? (not really) | cw: cursing, a very modest bath scene

-teaching bakugou to 'take'-

Thinking about the newly domestic give and take between you and Katsuki. It doesn't come naturally to him. He's hellbent on doing everything himself, at first. That's the way he's always lived after all - hyper self-sufficient, independent to a fault, and so goddamn stubborn about it all.

It makes you feel almost useless, his insistence on doing everything, not only for himself but for you as well. Honestly, you should have expected it; he was like that well before moving in together. Taking all the responsibilities on himself, wrangling you out of the way when you so much as try to help, because he "feels like it", or he's "better at it", or "just move, f'r I make ya".

But you were a guest in his house, then - so you let him have his way, stubborn and absurd as you found it to be. Now that you share one, a house, a home, you want nothing more than to take care of it, -him.

Though moving mountains would be easier than convincing him to accept it.

You try brute force, first. And it goes as well as you might expect, like throwing pebbles at a brick wall. Putting yourself between him and the dishes is just as futile; he cooked dinner, you should be the one to do this. It's only fair. Still, he takes it upon himself to pick you up and physically remove you from 'his' spot by the sink, ugly yellow gloves dripping dishwater all the way to the counter.

The floor is completely soaked by the time he plops you down on the countertop, as are your jeans, your flailing arms and exasperated "Katsuki!" having done little to deter him. Your mouth opens in protest but his hands, firm at your sides and eyes, red, and stern and definite leave no room for discussion.

So you try to 'talk about it', second. When his mood has cooled and he's feeling a little sweet. He usually is, when hero work has worn him down, chipped away at his fire until there's nothing left but his worn down bones and the aching desire to be enveloped in you - his head on your chest, your fingers in his hair.

He's nothing but mush in your arms by the time you bring it up, nearly two hundred pounds of limp muscle, eyes half lidded, and slow, warm breath. You think he doesn't hear you at first, more likely he pretends not to; but then you hear a half-hearted, "hmph". And you sigh.

"I'm serious, Kats." you rake your fingers across his scalp absently and he groans in appreciation, furling into you more. "You can't do everything, just look at you."

He peers up at you with one eye, an almost glare, more playful than anything; too tired for anything more. He huffs gently, warm breath across your chest when you don't back down. "We'll talk about it later."

'Later'; meaning never. Still, you don't press him. Not when he's so tired, not when this small moment of peace is all he allows you to offer him.

Ever predictable; there isn't a later, and he finds a way to avoid the conversation, in one way or another. Over and over and over again. You're at the end of your rope just trying to get him to listen.

Instead, you try a last ditch effort at patience, at compromise (usually a losing battle, with him); working him over, little by little.

And it works, mostly.

You find that, most times, you can slip past him while he's cooking to steal the dirty mixing bowls; wash them while he's preoccupied trying not to burn the chicken or to cut the vegetables 'just right'. That him doing the cooking is non-negotiable, but he'll let you help as long as you stop trying to kiss him (he likes it) when he's "tryin' to make y'r dinner over here, god damnit".

That it takes you far too long to realize how much he craves being asked for 'help', instead of your usual insistence on helping him. That when he feels appreciated and useful, he's almost eager to share the housework with you, looking almost boyish standing there, hands stuffed in his pockets, the tepid scowl twisting his pretty face betrayed by the blush creeping up the back of his neck when you hum a lilted, "Thank you, Katsuki".

Your strategy's not foolproof, of course; he's still quick to steal whatever you're working on once he's finished his, itching to make himself busy once more.

But it's progress.

Still, no matter how much you try, or how long you pester him, he puts his foot down at taking care of him while he's sick, while he's training or on patrol. Anything that could end with you hurt, or put you in harms way is a hard 'no' - always, always, always.

That's not to say he doesn't let you take care of him ever. Though it was more hassle than it should have been, getting him to just sit comfortable instead of disappearing into the bath for hours, or taking his frustrations out on his poor, battered training equipment.

These days, when he's had an especially tiring evening, he'll sink down into the sofa without you having to say a thing, let you press your fingers into his shoulders and down his spine until the knots unwind. That occasionally he'll let you take him by the hand even, coax him gently into warm water and vanilla scented bubble bath.

That he becomes particularly docile when you're massaging your flowery conditioner into his wily blonde hair. The scent of you - over his waist, around his shoulders, in his hair - it's almost intoxicating, and he wraps his arms around you, like he's desperate for more, burying his face in your chest; sighs like he's at ease for the first time in his life.

It isn't easy, teaching Katsuki to take - but when he lays down with you at night, his eyes are a little brighter, hands hold you a little tighter, a little longer than when all he knew was how to give, give, give. And when his lips find yours, and you can feel his smile against them, you figure all the trouble is worth it.

And when he rolls the both of you over til you're pinned beneath heavy thighs, impish grin on his lips and calloused fingers beneath your shirt, trouble and promise brewing behind his newly fired eyes, well that's just a bonus.

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love imagining in-universe social media and fandoms like someone in the mha world is tweeting about how they thought they saw a beautiful butch on the street but it was actually just pro hero dynamight in civilian clothing and I think that’s wonderful

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thinking about yuuji being a secret-not-so-secret perv.

like, when you first start dating, he’s incredibly sweet, right? he takes you out on cutesy dates and holds your hand while you walk on the sidewalk together, and rushes to open doors for you, and acts all sheepish and boyish when he says a particularly lame joke or blurts out something that makes him flustered and red in the face. all in all, it’s all very adorable and innocent.

but at the same time, he can also be the exact opposite of that. you go hiking together and the second he notices that there’s no one in front or behind you on the trail, he grabs you and kisses you in the pushiest way possible. his big, warm hand rests on the back of your neck and his tongue makes its way inside your mouth and he mumbles something about how your ass looks great in the leggings you decided to wear and how he can’t wait to get home so that he can make you sweat even more, causing you to walk the rest of the way with slightly wet panties.

and gosh, he’s so touchy. his hands constantly keep sneaking underneath your skirt or dress whenever nobody is watching, and he tends to practically beg you for nudes whenever he goes out drinking with his friends. he loves coaxing you into taking showers with him because it just gives him another ‘plausible’ excuse to see you naked more often. sometimes when you send him a picture of your outfit or your make up look, he can’t help but stroke one out from how needy your pretty smile makes him — he never tells you this, though.

and it all comes from a place of love. all of it, even the dirty bits.

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it’s a mystery to all why pro hero dynamight hasn’t fired you yet; you misplace his papers, forget important dates, you can’t even get his coffee order right after three months of working with him!

it also doesn’t help that the hero is known for his bad temper and lack of patience, his perfectionism (or hatred for incompetence as he calls it) has costed him four secretaries in the past year. everyone thought you’d be the fifth way before the end of your probation period.

the whole office turn their heads as you walk past them with a birthday cake in a silver platter- dynamight prefers gold, they all think. still you hold your head up high, a confident smile on your lips, the bright pink icing a little melted. you knock the door with the tip of your high-heeled foot.

a rough come in, unbothered. your knees bend and you use your elbow to open the door, vanilla cake sliding down the tray just a bit. everyone is holding their breaths, waiting for the inevitable to happen. but your luck is never ending, straightening up and walking inside.

a collective sigh of relief is let out. it’s silly, how much they’re rooting for you.

the clicking sound of your heels halts and a repertoire right out of a tom and jerry episode reaches their ears. they wince in advance, ready for a stream of unfiltered curses.

once again, your luck is truly something to study. the boss is laughing, and so are you, as you stutter out apologies and run out of the room in search for some napkins.

they watch in awe as a red faced hero joins them for a piece of cake at the conference hall minutes later, carmine eyes illuminated by something more than just the candle light.

a subtle smile, a forbidden glance.

not much is needed to point out the obvious. they won’t dare do it though, but it’s sweet watching someone fall in love for the first time.

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Bakugo insisting you start wearing matching heart lockets.

This idea, of course, threw you off. Sure, he’s romantic to you, but that’s in private. He isn’t the type to wear a couple’s item in public.

Despite your suspicions, you obviously agreed. How could you possibly say no when he’d already bought the lockets, holding one out to you with a huge cute smile on his face.

And so you wear the locket for months. He’d already put pictures inside, and you were happy with his choice for yours. It was a picture that you’d taken of him when he was completely unaware, picking daisies to make a daisy chain for you on one of your dates.

When you asked what was in his, he just grinned and told you it was a secret, but it was one of his favourite pictures of you.

Eventually, after months of wondering and asking him to finally show you, he gives in, handing you his locket with the same grin he had when he originally refused.

Upon opening the locket, you blush in embarrassment and give your boyfriend a slap on the shoulder while he laughs.

You could barely believe he’d been walking around for months with a picture of your cum streaked, fucked out face in his sweet looking locket.

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I DO obsessively read peoples tags when they rb my art

And, yes, I DO kick my little feets and giggle when I get compliments

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he’s a little-

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he decides if you're invited

wc: 4,580

pairing: bakugou x gn!reader

warnings: essentially, healthy gooning (://). internal monologue, rimming, hand jobs, cum eating, public sex, cock rings (glans ring), corruption kink, nipple play and piercings, hair pulling, sex tapes, spit kink and as lube, dirty talk, kissing, pet names, face slapping (love taps), mentioned face fucking, multiple orgasms (for bakugou). mentioned: pet play (collars), size kink, sex workers, that's it?

summary: He didn’t allow direct videos, but there’s a same general look among all those who experience him; a dazed look. Something close to experiencing the touch of a god, a shift into having a few too many happy hormones. No one can explain the specific high, it’s just something that needs to be experienced.

. . .you want to experience him. . .

or;; i think bkg deserves to get rimmed for his bday. (link to ao3)

Her cheeks are flushed, you can tell this from the low light reaching her from the dark alley she had ducked into. It’s a streetlight. It’s dark out after all, the time that most dirty deeds are done under the cover of the deep night. And the deeds she’s accused of, or really brags on, are substantial.

But back to her cheeks. They’re flushed, ruddy, and she struggles with her phone because she seems restricted to her one hand. Her toothy grin shines and she walks closer to the end of the alley, and then you see it.

The hand she doesn’t use to stabilize her phone or fix her askew clothes, it’s illuminated and covered in. . .

You’re jealous, and you hate feeling like this. Jealousy is the kind of feeling that haunts you around every corner, as present as your shadow, a double of you with ill-intent. You can always sense it lingering behind you like a bad smell.

It’s worse because it’s a dumb thing to be jealous over, but all the same, that green-eyed monster lingers over your shoulder.

This all over a goddamn subreddit.

Your ears ring when user Dynam1tesCumS0ck squeals, showing the thick, white fluid covering her hand. She focuses on it a second before moving back to her face.

“I fucking got him–” there’s another squeal, accompanied by her jumping up and down. It’s a little concerning. . .

You get it.

Lipstick smeared on her mouth and chin and nose, she brings her hand closer to her face, looking at her hand like she can’t believe what she’s done. What a lucky bitch.

“Taste test,” user Dynam1tesCumS0ck says, opening her smiling mouth wide and sticking her finger in. she doesn’t even taste before she starts moaning like a pornstar, shoving her fingers so far back it must hurt. You see her throat spasm when she adds another, and then another. Three fingers in, she drools, eyes fluttering all the while. Popping them from her mouth, she swallows before looking at the tiny camera, near tears, “it’s so freaking good, oh my gosh. . . oh my gosh! Oh! My! Gosh–guys–!”

You already know what she’s going to say before she does, and your lips pinch in envy.

With blown pupils and cum on her chin, she grins stupidly; “I just got BakuBombed!”

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In the new age of the internet, there’s something for everyone.

Everyone. . . Take this how you will.

You were born in the right generation to say the least.

After three of the greatest minds combined to make a platform that you thank the very stars for daily.

Reddit.

Insane, yeah, maybe, but the spaces you’re allowed into though the infamous platform have you on your knees daily, scrolling until your time limit pops up. . . and then after when you override the thing with your passcode.

Look, you can stop yourself from falling down the scroll of doom. . . mostly.

In any case, it’s not everything on Reddit that keeps your attention, it’s the Pro Heros and their numerous fanbases.

It’s nothing new to have fandoms around figures that seem a little untouchable, you’re in several after all, following the sub dedicated to detailing Deku’s broken bone count of the week to the subreddit of Red Riot’s hair growing out and when he finally refreshes his signature crimson mane. It’s fun! Lots of it in fact!

So are the NSFW ones. The ones you get carded to join that hold so much filth you think about finally getting a VPN.

You don’t. And you don’t leave either. It’s exactly what you came for.

Back to the topic at hand; you were born to benefit. With your late birth year, you easily get into these spaces.

You’re groupies, you can call it how it is. You all vye for these heroes to choose you and fuck you stupid, gaining bragging rights after the deed is done and posting it for all to see.

Currently, you’re scrolling Red Riot’s sub, biting your lip at the descriptions in the title fields of the posts there. There’s plenty to choose from. Your eyes light up on a familiar username, and you tap.

Red Riot is more into the produced side of his fanbase. The pretty, usually chubby, fangirls who try to stuff themselves with dicks as long and thick as their arms. Red rewards them for it, acting out ridiculously detailed scenarios. There’s a lucky few that not only get to bang him, but profit from it handsomely. It might not say his name in particular, but there’s little you can do to hide those bite marks and stature and grunts a little too much like the ones from his push day vlogs.

But you enjoy her videos in particular, even the cringy titles of them.

This time it’s. . . well, Best Friends Sister Bets It Won’t Fit. (You and half the sub are convinced Red Riot comes up with these titles. . . he’s so cute.)

It usually doesn’t, to be fair. But with this camgirl in particular–she makes it. Almost every time. Everyone wonders where she puts it, her belly doesn’t give much away with the fluffy nature of it, so it’s up in the air.

But, jeez, is it nice seeing Red’s eyes roll back when he’s deep in her chubby cunt. That satisfaction and his tendency to barely pull out for his thrusts must make for the most overwhelming fuck ever. Deep in you, stretching you, not to mention when he picks you up and does the word himself. . . Gods. . .

You could only imagine.

Swiping off is a tough thing, but you do it, scrolling your feed before encountering another one of your faves: Deku.

Deku is a sweetheart in the streets and one in the sheets!

But he’s rough.

Your breath hitches when you see his scarred hand slapping the pretty boy’s ass he has propped up on his knees. Again after when he smacks his twitching sac lightly, chucking between the love taps as the other heaves great gasps and sighs.

Deku, for as sweet as he is, is closer to a meanie when it comes to his actions. There isn’t a video you can think of, produced or homemade, where he isn’t being on the rougher side, giving or receiving. Slapping reddened asses and thighs, pinching nipples, biting, scratching, clasping deep bruises on previously clear skin, biting, you name it, he wants it done.

There also aren’t any that exist without him being all bright smiles and breathy laughs. He likes fun, loves it really. He’ll be there, ticking the sides of the person he’s balls deep in and laughing right with them, filthy words of them tightening around him mixed with their cute giggles and snorts. He tell them they’re adorable, smiles and coos at them when they get shy, and lands more love taps on them before fucking them both into a stupor.

Even now, after the scene cuts, there’s Deku lying on his back with the boy riding him though overstim, grinning and giggling all the while. The hero pulls him close, whispers, and is rewarded by fingers slapping against his freckled cheek.

He goads him, on and on until his skin is red and his eyes are glassy, only then does he fuck up into the man above him, grunting between his breathless laughs. Scarred fingers tickle up sides and Deku encourages him into a fit of his own, pinning his hips down when he cums and filling him up with filthy words and a breathy chuckle.

That Deku is. . . he is something. . . that you might want. . .

A swipe up lands you where you want to be. . .

The Dynamight sub.

You want him infinitely more.

Look, the guy is fucking steaming hot, and consistently the most reclusive of any of his peers.

Hell, there was more content from Hero Shoto than there is from Dynamight. But then again, Shoto is particular about his fanbase, they’re bound to flock together, all the members are some sort of. . . pet. . .

Yeah, Shoto has thousands of cute things that dub themselves as some kind of pet. Shocker, but seeing the hordes of people that flock to his signings and appearances with identical, thin black collars. . . you admit you get it. That hand petting your head as he grabs your jaw must feel–

Look, you can't knock it since you haven’t yet tried it, but you’re not sure if you’d file under the ‘woodland creatures’ flair or the ‘housepets’.

You don’t think you’re in the right headspace to find out something new about yourself. . .

Back to Dynamight.

The sub was barren at the beginning. There were a lot of the same people in most of the videos that showed up. Not that it was a problem, you just wished then that he were a bit more accessible.

He didn’t allow direct videos, but there’s a same general look among all those who experience him; a dazed look. Something close to experiencing the touch of a god, a shift into having a few too many happy hormones. No one can explain the specific high, it’s just something that needs to be experienced.

. . .you want to experience him. . .

Up until only a few months ago, there was more fan content than actual interaction, but that changed when one of the mods had the chance to speak with Dynamight after her session. Dynamite is just picky and few people meet his standards.

Which started the new guidelines. Just minor things that had to be followed to be the one to get BakuBombed.

One being a fairly recent and clean panel, the second being a giver. . . specifically of rimjobs.

The numbers went up after the emergence of what the Hero wanted, leading to more and more posts being made in the sub, all from dazed folks who can’t get a grip on reality after leaving with messy hands and faces and sore jaws. Which is good, and bad.

Yeah, it’s that jealousy thing again. . .

You have no problem fitting both for criteria. It’s the goddamn timing that gets you.

Dynamight is fast, taking care of incidents and situations like it’s nothing. It takes a special person to get his attention, to keep it, and to be BakuBombed because he only points at a person and walks away to a secluded place. There’s really no other negotiation, he chooses; you can’t just come up to him with hopes.

You’re waiting. . . so–patiently.

You read the most recent post by a guy who has been repeatedly BakuBombed, a major success story, something he brags on often.

What-the fuck-ever.

He's posted a link to dental dams, telling everyone that while Dynamight doesn’t mind them, he doesn’t often carry them. Stash up while they’re on sale, he types, the spearmint is his favorite, he likes the tingle and it’s pretty nice to kiss with (if he lets you ;)) after you’re all done. . .

What a dick. You hate him. . .

It’s the. . . the satin dams right?

. . .you boy a box. You don’t need them but, just in case.

You’ll probably use them on someone else for fun before him though, you rarely see him.

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In a fucked turn of events, you see Dynamight in the week, new foils heavy in your bag.

It’s an old, abandoned building that was evacuated from some comotion earlier, some robbers trying to snatch up precious metal piping and what not. You were surprised to hear it was so close to your favorite cafe you do work at. Even more when you saw updates on the Where's Dynamight? twitter page. He was coming near that very building. You could have a chance.

Not likely. . . but you still go, earnest wish in your heart.

And–holy fuck–you don’t know if there’s a look about you or what, but he points at you and curls his finger twice, eyes squinty as he picks you from the other’s gathered around like groupies to be picked. . . hopefully that’s why he knew you were one of those depraved onlookers and not something else. . . like smell, or look.

Oh, God, do you have a look?

They all sigh at this, some congratulating you before scattering before you trot to him gingerly. It’s embarrassing, a Hero nearby gives you a thumbs up, smacking his gum loudly with a grin.

Ascending a few flights, you stop at an old office, dimly lit. After showing him your clean bill of health and him flashing his, you find your hands shaking on his thighs as he leans against the old desk inside the abandoned room.

“You awake?”

“Y-yeah, I’m–uh,” you press kisses to his thighs to shut the fuck up.

What do you say to the guy you’ve been fantasizing about for months? I’ve been casually preparing for this? Watching videos, doing fucking tongue exercises so I won’t be subpar for you, oh Great Explostion Murder God Dynamight?

Right, you can’t! So kissing his pretty, freckled, hairy, thick thighs is the next best option. And it’s pretty satisfying.

Your eyes cross, focusing on the bead of sweat that runs down his lower back, redirecting to his crack until it disappears there. Dynamite’s head leans back and he sighs, like he’s taking a second for the first time today to relax.

You feel honored.

“Need protection?” He sounds a bit less edgy. You shake your head, moving your kisses to where his ass hangs over his thighs, creating a sweet shadow that you follow carefully. You can feel your head swimming, surrounded by his heat and sweet smell, the texture of his wispy hairs under your lips as you worship him kindly. Your nose draws lines, and you sniff him lightly to ingrain him in your mind.

Your hands lift to his cheeks, and you dig your fingers in, kissing and nipping them gently, biting only when he presses into your teeth, eliciting a breathy sigh. “C’mon, put that mouth to use,” you feel his eyes before you meet them, bright red in the sunlight, surrounded by eyeblack and blonde lashes. “You know what I want, right? You’re not dumb?”

You hum into his skin, and he squints his eyes at you, before his top lip curls. “Then get to it, sweetheart.”

You take a second, leaning away with flushed lips before moving your hands. He looks over his shoulder at you, watching you as you reposition your hands and pull him apart. He’s clean. For all the ashen hair on his legs and lower back, he leaves himself a clean slate for one to devour.

You sigh at this, pressing your lips on the inside of his leg, humming when he spreads wider and leans his ass back more for you. It uncovers new skin, unmarked by your lips and teeth, skin you mark in nips that flush lightly to a high red. One of your hands leaves his cheek, and you reach between his legs, grasping his length gently. The answer is a rumble of content, and with it, you tug down, fingers gripping loosely.

You gasp getting to the tip of his length, pulling back to see with your own eyes. He chuckles, something dark, not light and airy like Deku’s, widening his stance despite his cargos around his ankles. “Like it?” he questions, smirk on his pretty face.

You lean away, pulling his heavy cock through his legs to see what your fingers catch on, to meet gold.

A gold ring.

A gold glans ring, tight around the head of his cock.

It ends up matching the two side teeth of his he had plated in the metal, points down where you see it, pointing to his leaky head like an invitation.

You don’t take it, but admire it for what it is.

A fucking work of art.

You kiss it, licking your lips and smiling at his pleased rumble. “That’s good, finally gettin’ somewhere,” his pink tongue comes out to wet his mouth, and you follow it with your eyes, kneeling reverently. “Pretty, huh?” he grins at your quick nods, “yeah, you freaks fuckin’ like that shit.”

You rub your fingers over his head, spreading the wet before trailing it up to his heavy sac, massaging his balls before letting your hand fall again to its firm circle. “Fuck,” his head tilts forward before he turns back to your stoop, “lemme see that tongue,” you open your mouth obediently, sticking your wet muscle out when he says, wiggling it when he says. Dynamight shifts and you see his hand pull his cheek apart for you to see his pulsing, dusky rosebud. “‘S time t’put it to work, princess.”

You do as he says.

The spit on your tongue has since gotten a little cold, and when you press it on his taint, you hear his hiss. He doesn’t reprimand you though, no, he bears down, choosing to have your mouth warm him instead. You open wider, chin already messy while your hand works down his shaft. Your fingers pass over a throbbing vein, and you trace it while lapping at his rim.

He’s velvety, his dick and hole both soft to the touch of your tongue and hand. He tastes clean, hints of salty-sweet sweat exploding on your tongue every so often, making you moan into him. Each one elicits a shudder and growl from Dynamight, both attractive and delusionally, you decide only for you.

“‘S always the sweet faced ones that fuckin’ love this,” he grunts, leaning forward before finishing, “‘M not complainin’. ”

The tip of your tongue dips in, and you pull it out before dipping again, shifting on your knees over how his hole winks over your little muscle. You let it fall in again before you lap him up from the ridiculous amount of slobber you leave.

You coo looking at it, leaving little kitten licks that your mouth slowly closes around. Dynamight’s hips buck back, and you hear him snarl, saying “dirty fuckin’ thing, gonna give it a kiss too?”

You prod your tongue past his rim, pulling away to lick a long stripe from his taint and up, tasting sweat and his clean skin. “You want one?” you ask, breathless and floaty feeling, flicking your tongue quickly over his furled hole. Each of these is met with a curse, his fingers digging into your scalp burning so sweetly.

“The fuck you think?” That's a yes.

You give in; kisses pressed into his bud as he groans open mouthed and loud. They’re quick at first since you pull back to see how he reacts to them, thudding under your lips and eyes for more and more until you suck lightly. Dynamight gasps at this, looking back in surprise at your surely dopey face.

You go back for more.

His thighs tremble a second around your head, and he tenses them, choking back sounds as he reaches back and palms your head. “Tongue out, princess,” his hand is massive and works well in making you tilt your head this way and that, but after a minute, he keeps you still. Dynamite hisses for you to keep your tongue out and still, rocking his hips back and forth over your face to chase his pleasure, from his hole to taint. You let him, fingernails digging little scratches over his hip with your hand holding his cock a steady force like your head, allowing his length to pass through, slippery and hot.

“Who woulda knew such a pretty thing would stick out their tongue to be used,” you can’t see him, but you hear his smirk. “Cute little dollface gettin’ ruined–stick it out more–there we go. Do it right for me, I’ll treat you nice.”

Once, your fingers tighten around his head, tugging gently on his golden ring and he groans, a little high and reedy, trembling forward and pulling you with him. You dig your nails under, keeping hold of the metal and twist it carefully.

Holy hell if this isn’t the hottest thing.

“You little fuckin’ minx–fuck,” pride swells in your chest to be the one making Dynamight curse and shake. You feel his balls at your chin, and you force your hand up so they rest against the back of it, leaving your chin to massage at them as you work your tongue into his pretty hole. “Yeah, that’s right, lemme feel that little tongue.” You keen into him, forcing your tongue deeper, wiggling it when you feel him open a little for more. He shudders, teeth catching his grunts as your hand leaves its loose circle around his dick to massage at his sac.

Releasing his hip, you let your hand down to tug at the little ring on his cock, feeling how Dynamight throbs around it. It restrains him–barely.

He’s so close.

You’re so close to getting BakuBombed. You purr happily, cheeks bunching as you lap from his balls to taint to hole, delving back in when he opens prettily for you.

His knees lock, and it’s a trial by fire to stay where he wants you, but his hand comes to help. Your neck aches, your knees and hips, but feeling the rhythmic flutters of Dynamight, hearing the growls and labored breaths of your favorite Pro, it makes it worth it.

The head of Dynamight’s cock leaks sluggishly into your palm, and you pout a little, not getting half the load other’s on the sub brag, but content nonetheless. You pull back, hands still while you layer him in more kisses. He gasps above you, hand gone and you see the other that once supported him under his shirt, pinching at his nipple.

He extracts his hand, leaning forward to his elbows to recenter himself. It’s quiet, only the creaking building making sounds as you both revel in the moment.

It’s sooner though that he asks you to rise, heavily pushing you to stand on your feet when you try to lean off of them. The pins and needles hurt, but you stay still, clean hand centered on the desk like his before.

They go away soon, and when they do, Dynamight forces you in front of him, pulling at your bottoms and underwear until your skin is exposed. After, he has you sitting on the edge, “where’s your phone?” he asks, moving your legs around his hips as he curls close to you.

“What-what’s happening?” you ask, unlocking your phone and handing it off when he holds his gloved hand out.

“Gunna fuck you,” Dynamight’s red eyes flash to you, and you cover your mouth with your lough gasp. “Problem?”

You shake your head, negatives leaving your lips as you feel the pit in your stomach grow, aching now for him. “But, why? You’ve never–”

“Yah, I know,” he rips a glove off with his teeth, spitting on his newly bared fingers and rubbing them over his wet head, leaving it a frothy mess. “I don’t normally fuck, but I gotta let off this steam.” He notches his dick at your hole, and your feet flex at the slip. “Gunna let me?”

“Yeah–yes Dynamight–”

“Call me Bakugou,” he winks, sliding in more, “you earned it, dollface.” he smirks at your wide eyes, chucking your chin before leaning forward, aiming the camera at your faces. “Did I taste good?” His hand grips your jaw lightly, eyes jumping from your mouth to eyes.

You whimper a little, lips puckered as you nod and tell him, yes, yes so good. In short, you’re not expecting when he grins and laughs softly, tilting his head and whispering, “gimme a kiss, baby, lemme taste.”

You whine into his mouth, leaning in to hold his sides as he tilts your head this way and that, licking your tongue and sucking on it with easy precision. Your head grows fuzzy, chest tight with sounds you restrain to hear his low noises and wet pulls.

And with that, he breaches you in full.

You feel every inch of him pass, pressing in. From the slick head, to the sleek metal, to the rest of his velvety length, you know your eyes cross and stay that way as his balls end up snug against you. Your feet end up at his hips, keeping him as close as possible. The way he fills you is sinful, has your breath hitching.

He pulls back, leaving you to plant your hands behind you on the desk. “This fuckin’ hole man,” Bakugou growls, “good as your little tongue.” You feel when he pans the camera to your face, feel his feral grin and hear his grunted laugh. “Show it off, baby, show those pervs what got you this dick.”

You feel dumb, sticking out your tongue and wiggling it again as he says. “There it is,” he comments, laying two gloved fingers over it and groaning when you curl them around his digits. “This is what the good ones get for being perfect f’me,” he smacks his hips into yours, making you moan and slide up the desk.

“Oh fuck, Bakugou–” you slur, hands scrabbling for purchase.

When Bakugou grabs you by the jaw and spits on your tongue, you do as he says, waiting before you swallow. Because he films it, has you stick your tongue back in, turns the flash on, and continues filming the frothy white, bubbly mess in your mouth.

“Now swallow–good job, dollface,” he slaps your cheek lightly, grinning with you as your eyes glass over and you pant open-mouthed. “One day ‘m gonna fuck this pretty face again, gunna let me?”

“Yeah, ‘m gonna let you.”

“Fuck yeah you will,” he pounds into you, getting closer to his end. He hands you your slightly wet phone, letting you point it between your bodies as he fucks you harder. One hand wrapped around your hip and the other working under his shirt again, tugging at the bars though his nipples. You want them in your mouth, between your teeth. A moan leaves his bitten red mouth and you keen right after, fucking back into him the few inches you can spare.

“Oh shit,” he grins, fingers rubbing his reddened nipple, “you fuckin’ back, baby? Gunna make me keep you t’myself.”

. . .oh you’re not going to survive this.

How he was still able to keep going after his first, you’ve no close, but you thank your lucky stars in cepheid variable order.

“Come with me, sweetheart.”

“M’kay,” you whisper, feeling the heat rise in you before plummeting to the ground. Your feet kick, curling around him as your hole spasms over him. You feel him, deep in you, jerking around your walls, and feel the fluffy fullness of his cum.

You’re getting BakuBombed. What a feeling.

You think you’re in love.

˗ˏˋ ★ ˎˊ˗

Bakugou is sweet as hell despite his blunt nature. He drops off at your place when you realize your legs aren't working so well.

What a guy.

And now, you squirm, feeling his cum leak from your hole, and it reminds you of something you have to do.

Clicking into reddit, you hit your favorite sub, smirking while you change your flair to ‘BakuBombed’.

It’s unofficial for now, but your proof is damning, the mods will have no choice but to approve.

Now to edit said proof.

Not everything needs to be out there; plus there’s tons of stills you need.

And if you get a message later from a throwaway, asking when you’re next free, it’s literally only your business.

#this is making me. so unwell.#I had to pause so many times to get myself together #I am. a changed person after reading this AKSJDKDKD #SUCH A HOT CONCEPT THO R U KIDDING ME?????#pls let me sign up to be a groupie pls pls pls 🙏🏼#bakugou treats! 🍬#—lollipop favorites! 🍭

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shoot your shot

k.bakugo | collab intro + m.list

▸ ▸ ▸ warnings: 18+! prohero!bakugo, unprotected sex, creampie, squirting, alcohol, dubcon if you really squint

▸ ▸ ▸ wc: idk dude sorry

▸ ▸ ▸ a/n: hbd king! make sure to check out the other writers on the m.list and enjoy!!!

Among the thousands of replies, your pfp caught his eye.

anyone will do, huh?

Bakugo reads over the words a few times. Sure, his alcohol-induced thirst trap selfie was… out of character, but this from you?

Surely, it's an impossibility. He rubs his eyes and falls back into the black, plush leather of his couch, clicking your profile and scrolling through it. You're the quiet girl with the nice tits from insurance, the only person at the agency that he has anything remotely akin to a crush on.

You were there tonight in electric orange and black, stuffed into a booth with the other agency girls; your group sporadically sent him drinks-- those damn daiquiris-- and judging from the laughter pouring out of your booth, you all enjoyed watching him down them.

The one and only Dynamight downing bitch drinks? Hilarious, apparently.

The night got hazy, but he vaguely remembers getting you one-on-one at some point, remembers flashes of your smile, runs of your laughter, and your birthstone pendant hanging on a gold chain just below your collar bone.

Your delicate fingers on his forearm.

His teeth grind together, nostrils flaring as he reads over your words again, fingers flexing before he gropes his bulge. Your voice, seemingly teasing, rings through his brain melodically, but no matter how hard he closes his eyes, he can't remember the interaction.

What did you two talk about? Were you flirting with him? Fuck, did he miss his chance? If he concentrates, he can see the shimmer of your lipgloss reflecting the neon lights in that shitty bar, but everything else is radio silence.

A ding, then a notification flags across the top of his screen: 1 Photo Attached. He taps it and bites his bottom lip.

You're smiling at the camera, winking and throwing up a peace sign in front of expensive looking double doors. Familliar double doors. He recognises the gold embellishments and black glass tinted so dark, its impossible to see through from the outside.

A selfie in front of his apartment building.

Another sound and,

Typing…

Appears in the chat. He feels stupid just waiting, but if you're really coming onto him, he needs to not scare you away.

gonna buzz me up, mr hero?

He's on his feet at an almost embarrassing speed, unlocking the front door and sending you his floor and room number in the chat.

Then, he paces, pours himself a glass of water, and waits.

Your knock is faint, and he wonders if you've sobered up some, briefly hesitating at the doorknob. He looks through his spyhole and sees you looking this way and that, shifting nervously and fiddling with your hair.

He tugs the door open and leans against it, eyes staring you down. You blink and take a short breath, eyes scanning his naked torso, briefs, muscular thighs--

He clears his throat. "You look nervous."

Your eyes on his leave him a little starstruck. Sure, youre pretty to admire from afar, but up close? He's stupid for getting wasted and forgetting what he said to you.

"Liquid courage has thoroughly worn off." You agree with a nod and a nervous yet dazzling smile.

Fuck, he's so done for.

"Just to be clear, you hit me up." Bakugo says, opening the door and giving you space to enter. "I'm not holding you here against your will."

"What? No, yeah, I totally take the blame on this, one million percent." You agree, stepping into his apartment. He watches your ass in that tight dress as you walk past him, savours the scent of your perfumed skin while you're in his vicinity. "I just thought-- oh my gods," you turn to face him, embarrassed. "This is ridiculous, isn't it? I thought you were like... sending me signals at the bar."

He probably was, but he cant fucking remember.

He gestures for you to follow him into the living room. "I was wasted."

"You grabbed my ass and called me sexy." You laugh, kicking off your heels before stepping onto his carpet.

"Fat fuckin chance, sugar tits." He grumbles, embarrassed by his drunken antics, but then you're grabbing his hand and tugging him back half a step. Before he can even gasp, your lips are on his, your hands pulling him down to you, your tongue running along his lips.

"Yeah, you called me that, too." You breathe, nose to nose as you stare into his eyes.

His hands finally find your waist. "I didn't think you'd be this forward."

"This is how forward you were with me at the bar." You frown then, head tilting to the side. "You honestly don't remember? Now I feel like a predator."

He laughs, then, something full bodied and joyous. "Trust me, sweetheart, you're the prey here."

All logical thinking flies out the window the moment his lips meet yours again. Your bag drops to the floor as he devours you, hands bunching up that little orange dress at your waist and lifting you to wrap your legs over his hips.

You moan when he grinds his length up against you. "Oh my god, are we doing this?" You ask, his mouth assaulting your neck, littering it with kisses and nips as he walks you to his bedroom.

"It's my birthday," he rasps, revelling in the taste of you, the feel of you. It's one thing coveting something, but it's another to finally have it in your hands.

"Happy Birthday, Katsuki." You kiss him on the top of his head, wrapping your arms a little tighter around his neck.

"Being cute isn't gonna make me go any easier on you." He promises, dropping you onto his bed. You just laugh and pull your dress over your head, reaching behind your back to unclasp your bra.

"I came prepared to go down on you, but this kinda feels like you want a little more from me." You admit as he tugs off his briefs and covers you with his body.

"What gave you that idea?" He grins, palming your tits and dragging those battle worn hands down your soft torso to rest at your hips. "You sure you're okay with this?"

"What? Yes." You breathe, reaching down to ghost your fingers over his throbbing cock. He hisses before you grip it properly, with purpose, and begin pumping him slowly with your bottom lip between your teeth.

"Fuck," he curses softly, making light work of your panties and kissing you, bucking instinctually up into your hands. "I need to be inside you," he demands huskily, biting down on your lip and looking into your eyes for permission.

"Y-yeah, I want it," you nod feverishly as his fingers test your wet heat, rubbing and probing before sliding in.

"Shit," he huffs as you throw your head back, his fingers exploring you and stretching you out. "Fuck, I can't wait, are you good to go?"

"Stop talking and fuck me, Katsuki," you moan, laying there with your chest heaving and lipstick smudged.

His hands grope your thighs, pushing them up and opening yourself to him. With a curse at the tip of his tongue and his teeth in his bottom lip, he lines himself up and pushes forward.

"Oh--" you moan, before your hand slaps over your mouth.

Bakugo let's you silence yourself while he adjusts to the toe tingling feeling of being inside you. It's heavenly, but it feels like sinning. He pulls back a little before pushing forward, notices your free hand fisting his scarlet sheets beside your head.

After a few more testing thrusts and he stills inside you, his body covers yours, those big, calloused hands drawing up your forearms to interlock your fingers beside your head.

"I wanna hear you cry while I ruin you, pretty girl. You okay with that?" He asks lowly, voice almost a growl.

"Fuck, oh fuck, Katsuki it's so big," you babble, bordering incoherent already.

A feral grin grows on his face. He's gonna fuck you stupid.

"It's okay, baby, you can take it, I know you can," he mumbles condescendingly, kissing your nose gently, then your lips. "As a present, for my birthday."

He can't wait any longer, hips rocking into you, shallowly grinding, searching for that spot deep inside you that makes you moan. You're already gasping, eyes watering as your mouth hangs open, fingers flexing in his grip as your chest starts to heave.

You really are gorgeous like this, panting and wanton beneath him. Ideally, he'd make you cum a few times before he does, but he's been half mast all fucking week, and he really can't wait to fill you up.

"Sorry, baby, I can't hold back anymore." He kisses you deeply, before letting go of your hands and pushing your legs up, hands gripping the backs of your knees, then bruising at your thighs.

He licks his lips, pulls out, and hammers back in. You yelp, but he does it again, setting a pace that wouldn't be sustainable for your average man. It boosts his ego that he's gonna ruin other people for you, but the little breathy ohmygodkatsukifuck that leaves your lips while you scratch at his back is probably going to ruin other women for him.

Shit, your smell, the way you taste and feel-- you're sucking him back in when he tries to pull out, pussy hellbent on milking him before he's done with you. He kisses you while he fucks you, sloppy and messy and wet, and in moments you're a howling mess.

He swallows your cries as your whole body tenses, but he doesn't let himself cum with you, fucking you through it instead.

"Nonononononono..." you mutter, fingernails digging into his traps as you shake your head, pushing him away. "Stop stop, I'm gonna--"

Bakugo's heart flutters, grin feral. "Gonna what? Gonna what?" He grits, continuing to fuck you.

"Gonna-- hnghh!" You tense again, and as he fucks back into you, hot, wet squirt splashes against his groin, dripping all over the both of you and darkening those scarlet sheets maroon.

"Oh shit," he breathes, the feeling of it, the sight of you, the sound of his wet skin slapping against yours sending him over the edge as he fucks his cum into you, filling you up.

You're still mumbling incoherent nonsense when he collapses on top of you, your hands over your face in what he comes to realise is mortification.

"I'm s'sorry, oh my god, what was that? I'm so embarrassed, I--"

"Hey hey hey, are you crying?" He frowns prying your fingers from your face.

"I wet the bed in front of you!" You almost shriek, but he's just glad you're not crying. "Not just any guy, but you!"

"Yeah, and it was the hottest thing ever." He grins, feeling calm for the first time in a long time. "Fuck, I don't even care how the PR team are gonna react; getting you to squirt on me makes it worth it. I'm guessing you don't do that often?"

"Often? I never do that."

"Baby, that was hot as hell." He kisses you, then rolls over, bringing you with him.

"Happy Birthday, I guess?" You smile then, resting on his chest, drawing a finger over one of his more jaggered scars. "You don't remember what you said to me at the bar, do you?"

"I remember your tits?" He shrugs, still riding that post-orgasmic high. You laugh, and when you don't elaborate, he taps your chin so you look up at him. "What did I say?"

You start getting a little shy again. "You asked me on a date, said you were gonna take me somewhere, anywhere I want."

"I did, did I?"

"Mm, then you kissed me and claimed it was your birthday present from me."

"Fuck off," he chuckles then, embarrassed. "What a loser."

"Then I saw your... proposition online..." You mumble, eyes back on that scar.

"If it makes you feel any better, I'm deleting that post, but my offer to you still stands."

"Even though you don't remember making it?"

"Baby, I just filled you with my cum, and I'm feeling like I'd like to do it again real fuckin soon. And maybe even again after that." He pulls you closer, so you're straddling him properly, your lips hovering over his. "If you'll let me."

"I don't know if that's your twisted way of asking me out or if you're looking for a fuck buddy." You pout.

"You wanna be my girlfriend?" He asked, slightly shocked at the thought. Shocked, but not against it.

"Yeah, I do." You smile, that so pretty smile.

"Well shit, when are you moving in?" He asks, half joking.

You laugh, kissing him on the cheek. "Shut up, do you mean it? You really wanna date me?"

"Yeah, I do." He says, heart hammering in his chest.

"Good, thats-- that's good."

"It is, isn't it? Now that we have that outta the way," he sits up, keeping you in his lap. "Round 2 in the shower?"

"You'll have to carry me, I still can't feel my legs." You smile.

"Maybe the bitch drinks weren't such a bad idea, after all." Bakugo grins, pulling you close in a slow, deliberate kiss.

#omg the dialogue in this was so gooooddddd I loved!!!!#him calling himself a loser made me sob omg 😭#obsessed with this!!!#bakugou treats! 🍬

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>>> Reply sent at 1:28AM: who knew Dynamight was such a slut?

Read the other replies here.

Here is my part to the Thirst Trap collab for Bakugou’s birthday! Please check out all the other fics at the link above💕

Happy Birthday to the King👑

Warnings: 18+, intoxicated Bakugou, dirty talk, sending dirty videos, sexting, m!masturbation, voyuerism, exhibitionism, creampies.

Pairing: Bakugou Katsuki x Shindou Yo x f!reader.

Word Count: 1.6k.

Bakugou’s thumb paused against the screen when he saw that particular message in a sea of hopeful replies, a lump tight at the back of his throat as he swallowed thickly in a feeble attempt to clear it.

He’d recognise that profile photo anywhere. Grand’s girlfriend.

Bakugou had spent more than one night fisting his cock to the thought of you, although he’d never admit it. Remembering just how pretty you looked at the hero gala last month in a dress that left very little to the imagination, leaving him bricked up for his acceptance speech as he thought about bending you over in the men’s bathroom stalls.

And part of him thought he might even have a chance with you, if he could get you away from Grand just long enough. Remembering the syrupy scent of your perfume invading his senses when you stood up on tip-toes to wrap your arms around his broad shoulders to give him a hug after he’d received his award; leaving a sticky lipgloss stain against the shell of his ear when you whispered against it how proud you were of him. And he was certain he wouldn’t make it out of the building alive. His boxers now glazed with dry pre and his cock throbbing desperately for any kind of sweet relief.

And now you were messaging him?

Bakugou was quick to click onto your profile, navigating directly towards the direct message option to see he’d already received a slew of them, but they didn’t appear to be from you.

YOU[1:57AM]: Aww you didn’t think that message was actually from her, did you?

Shit, Bakugou grunted as his cock still throbbed pitifully between his thighs, of course Shindou was the one texting from your phone and not you. Certain he could hear Shindou’s condescending tone through text.

YOU[1:58AM]: Oh, you did? You sick fuck hahahahaha.

YOU[1:58AM]: She’d never message you without telling me anyway.

Bakugou growled in irritation as he read through each message. Of course, Shindou texts were just as annoying as the man was in real life.

YOU[1:59AM]: But you should’ve seen how excited she got when you sent that tweet.

YOU[2:00AM]: It made her stupid little crush on you even worse.

Wait, what? Bakugou’s heart pounded at the realisation as he saw the next message. A link to a video that had a pitch black screen to start, his heart hammered against his chest as he clicked onto it.

And there you were spread out in all your naked glory. The sordid fantasies Bakugou had while stroking his cock at night would never compare to the sight of you like this— spread out against tousled sheets as you stared up at the camera through thick lashes.

The perfect point of view, Bakugou thought as he imagined himself above you.

“I guess I should be thanking you for this, Dynamight.” Shindou sneered, reaching out to mould one of your round breasts between slender fingers. Pinching at your taut nipple as a groan rumbled deep in Bakugou’s chest, “Getting my girl all riled up in the middle of the night.”

Bakugou wondered if he’d actually fallen asleep, because this had to be a dream. Reaching down to palm his cock through his damp boxers as crimson eyes roamed your naked skin, trying to commit the sight to memory.

“Lucky I was right here to fix it,” He continued, “That what got you excited huh, sweetheart?”

Shindou’s voice rung out from behind the camera as he fucked into your body with slow, deliberate thrusts. Each precise motion had your tits bouncing, a calculated move from his rival, he thought. Watching the way your lips parted in sultry moans every time he drew back, trying to coax him deeper as your cunt gushed around him.

“Thinking about Dynamight’s hard cock.” And Bakugou’s cock was hard, throbbing with neglect as he wrapped a large fist around himself to curl his wrist. Smearing pre, that was now drooling down his engorged head along the length of him as crimson eyes watched the video.

“He shoulda just text you if he wanted a birthday treat, huh?” Shindou continued, panning the camera down to where your bodies were connected so Bakugou could see the creamy rings of slick around the base of his cock each time he drew his hips back, “You’d have been more than happy to get on your knees for him.”

Bakugou whined pitifully at the thought of you like that, looking up at him all pretty and shit as you wrapped your glossy lips around his cock. His hand tightened around himself as he he pumped himself with calculated measure. Following Shindou’s movements as he fucked into your warm, wet cunt as he tried to replicate the sensation. Positive that nothing would ever feel as good as the real thing—

“Say his name, sweetheart,” Shindou continued, bringing the camera up towards your face, “Come on, it’s his fuckin’ birthday.”

“Katsuki,” The lewd squelch of your cunt aired in the background as Bakugou focused in on the desperate lilt to your voice when you repeated it, “Katsuki.”

Bakugou grunted as he leaned forward, pursing his lips together to spit onto his cock. Smearing the moisture along his length as he imagined it was you sinking down onto his length instead.

“God, you’re such a nasty slut,” Shindou continued, as though he hadn’t been the biggest instigator, “Moaning another guys name while I’m balls deep. Bet you’re thinking about him fuckin’ this sweet, sweet cunt too?”

“Oh my god, fuck—” You mewled, hands reaching up to paw at your tits as Bakugou watched the way your hands dipped into the soft skin.

“Is that it?” Shindou pressed, “You want Dynamight to fuck this sloppy pussy?”

“Yes!” You cried out, cunt clenching around him.

“Oh, shit.” Shindou rasped, the camera angle faltering as he jolted with pleasure. Almost dropping his phone as he readjusted himself above you, the camera now angled lower to show Shindou’s thick cock disappearing inside your tight cunt. A sheen of your slick glistened around the base of him as he kept his languid pace.

“We should invite him round, then?” Shindou continued, “It is his birthday, after all.”

You gasped at the implication, your body reacting to your boyfriend’s words as he smirked down at you. Giving the side of your thigh a playful swat as you moaned in response.

“Yeah? You like the sound of that?” Shindou cooed, “She clenched around me so fucking hard when I said that.”

Bakugou groaned, squeezing his fist around himself in a pitiful attempt to mimic the action. Trying to replicate the grip of your cunt around him as he pictured the pretty faces you’d make for him.

“‘m close,” You panted, biting down on your bottom lip as Bakugou felt his balls tightening at the sight, dangerously close to his own end.

“Yeah? You gonna cum?” Shindou coaxed, his thumb disappearing between your thighs to press taut circles to your puffy clit, “Show Dynamight how pretty you look when you’re cumming all over my cock, sweetheart.”

And fuck, did you look pretty. Bakugou thinks. Your eyes rolling to show their whites as your lashes flutter, lips curled into the prettiest moan he’s ever heard as you begin to convulse. Nails leaving dark lines against your tits as you mould the supple skin, thighs raising in the air to try and clamp down around Shindou’s hips.

“Fuck,” Bakugou snarled between clenched teeth as he sped up his movements, rough and sloppy as he desperately tried to meet your climax. Wanting to tumble into bliss by your side as the camera moved back towards your slick heat, his hips jerking sloppily as he felt himself come undone. Sending streams of milky cum against his hand, thighs and the new sheets he’d put on for his special day. A whole ass mess.

“Bet you would’ve preferred cumming inside this perfect little pussy,” Shindou spoke, as if he knew Bakugou would be touching himself while watching.

Slowly pulling his spent cock out of your trembling hole before moving the phone between your thick thighs so Bakugou could see the gape. A stretch Bakugou wished he’d inflicted on you as he brought his phone closer to his face to try and see the way your walls still fluttered in the aftershocks of your release, his spent cock throbbing when he noticed you begin to push Shindou’s warm spunk out of your abused hole. Watching it drool down between the curve of your ass before Shindou’s thumb came up to collect it; pushing it back inside you as you let out another sinful moan of delight.

“You think Dynamight would fuck you this good, sweetheart?” Shindou coaxed as the pads of his fingers circled your stretched hole.

“Mmm, I think he would,” You mumbled, gasping when Shindou’s palm came down hard on your slit, catching you by surprise.

“Course you’d think that,” Your boyfriend laughed, shaking his head as he leaned down to press a kiss to your pouty lips.

“Maybe you should come and get your birthday head,” Shindou turned the camera around to show his smirking face as he sat shirtless above you, “So you can show her how tiny your cock really is.”

Bakugou shared up at the ceiling with blown out eyes, wondering if he’d sobered up enough to move as his chest still heaved with the intensity of his climax. Taking a deep breath before he moved to stand, grabbing his keys off the bedside table as he shoved his softening cock back into his jeans.

Fuck it, he’ll get an Uber.

#the line about him whining pitifully made me SCREAMMMM #eating this up HELLO!!!!!!#sooooo hot 👁️#bakugou treats! 🍬

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cum here

Warnings: spit, dub con

A Bakugou Birthday collab read the intro on the ML first!

A notification pulls your attention in your tipsy stupor as you collapse half dressed in your bed. Another successful night out with your girlfriends when your favorite pro hero posts a picture.

A thirst trap no less making you pop up in bed, the room spins delightfully as you stare down at the picture, screen shooting it without a care that he may get a notification for it but you were sure that you wouldn't be the only one.

Bakugou Katsuki, THE Dynamight with his shirt up exposing his abs, his Adonis belt and the vein that leads down to what has to be his fat cock.

You salivate over the thought of it and the several shots of tequila have you feeling bold, although your friends would argue you'd have been this bold sober simply because of how much you spoke about him even if most of the public thought he was an asshole you claimed that's what made him so fucking hot.

Pushing up your tits and angling your phone just right before you snap a photo and attach it to a very public reply before you slip into his dms to send a little something extra.

Bakugou's phone becomes nuclear to say the least, blown up from how many replies and notifications has gotten in such a short time. Each and every woman and the few male prospects are more than attractive and yet none make his cock jump to life, not fully anyway.

Until he sees you, tapping on the picture to make it full screen.

Soft fat tits pressed together, skin aglow in the ambient low light of warm string lights. Tongue lolling past pretty lips, wet muscle most likely fluttering before you took the picture. Obvious that you waited long enough for drool to drip from the tip in a silvery string as some droplets collected on those perfect tits. Pinching his screen to zoom in on your sexy mouth he imagines pressing his angry cock head against before he shoved his length until you gagged around him.

He groans at the thought, zooming out to take in all of you before he finally reads the caption..

Cum here.

“Fuck.” He growls, clicking on your profile, going to privately message you in hopes of more pictures. Palm moving to free his cock from his boxers when he sees you messaged him first.

Sharing your location with the pro hero like a fucking idiot. What if Bakugou had been hacked?

And here you were offering yourself up on a silver platter.

Cum here echoes in his head as he backs out to your selfie and before he can talk himself out of it he's jumping back into the tight black denim that never made it past his thighs.

You lock your phone falling back into your bed after you've seen that he's read your messages. Sighing as you hadn't expected much else, especially since it was his birthday and half of the feed were thirst traps of others tagging Dynamight in hopes of getting his attention. He ignored every single one of them, even from well known models and porn stars, so what chance did you really have?

Still, it was fun to be a little delusional every now and again.

Fireworks echo in the distance and you're surprised the spring festival was going this late into the night. Never one to miss a good show you rise from your bed, topless and half drunk to watch the last of the fireworks before you'd pass out, sleep well past noon before ordering a fat order or take out.

Leaving the sliding glass door open when the cool night air makes you shiver and regret foregoing a shirt. Eyes adjusting to the dark easily but your eyebrow furrows up in confusion. You hear the fireworks but you can't see them.

At least not well, a small orange burst that makes you wonder if maybe they aren't fireworks at all, that maybe it was just a villain making their grand escape.

Scoffing you turn, closing the sliding glass door only for it to be stopped in its tracks. Looking up for see a hulking shirtless man shrouded in darkness on your balcony. Smoke, caramel and whisky envelope your senses as the man breathes evenly behind you. You blink once, twice before you register his eye color.

Toxic, crystalline bromine.

"Dynamight?”

“In the flesh, Sweetheart.” He removes his hand from the frame of the door, takes a step towards you and you step back.

Stalking forward until you're both fully in the room and he delights in the mixture of emotions in your eyes. Fear, excitement, arousal.

“Haaah, what's wrong? Little kitty is acting more like a cornered bunny. Ya scared?” He leers over you, crowding your space, “Shouldn't be. Yer the one who invited the big bad wolf.”

Grabbing onto your chin to turn your pretty face this way and that, he doesn't even need to force his eyes away from your chest, your face captivates him that much. He runs his tongue across his teeth before he smirks.

“Now where am I supposed to cum again?” His large thumb swipes over your plush lips before he shoves it between them, forcing your mouth open.

He tries to recreate the picture you sent him, watches the wet muscle flutter and it makes him salivate. Makes him gather it in his mouth before he's pushing it the tip of his tongue letting his spit hit your tongue.

“Right here wasn't it?” He mixes his spit with yours with his thumb, pressing down on your tongue harshly. He watches your eyes widen before they narrow, into that hungry cat gaze that was in your photo.

Eyes that devour him whole as you hollow your cheeks to suck on his thumb. Swirling it around the digit before you pop off of him, the lewd sound echoing around the two of you.

You're fast, faster than Bakugou, especially drunk, expects. Jumping onto him and wrapping your legs around his waist, bucking your hips to make him fall onto the bed with a grunt as your tongue slides into his mouth. He paws at you heavily, grabbing at all your delicious softness as he growls into your mouth, calloused hands still warm from his journey here. Launching himself into the air that did little to sober him after he stalked your profile enough to get your apartment floor and balcony right.

Your claws dig into the nape of his neck as you bring him into a sitting position parting the kiss slowly, letting the silvery string that connects the two of you snap on its own.

“Gonna let me take care of the birthday boy and his special request?” You practically purr, crawling down his body as your fingers hook into the waistband of his boxers and jeans. All but ripping them from his body even when he lifts his hips to help you free his cock while he grunts out a “‘Course.”

It stands at attention, jumping as your eyes fixate on the one thing you've fucked yourself to the thought of hundreds of times. Drunk all over again, eyes falling to half mast as your hand grips him firmly, listening to him hiss over the contact before you give him a few languid pumps.

Hovering over him for a moment before you look up, watching his pupils blown wide, wider than what they were at the door. Soft almost unnoticeable red tint to his cheeks as he tries to control his breath.

“Try not to fall in love.” You giggle, lolling your tongue out to swipe over the leaking slit in a quick stripe.

“Ya wish, Sweetheart.” But already his head is falling back, hands reaching to grab at your hair before you swipe him away.

Slowly taking him into your mouth, hand gripping what you can't fit into your mouth, letting his fat cock head gag so that your throat contacts the same way your cunt would. Saliva pooling past your lips to coat his shaft, gagging again when you hear him groan before you start a steady pace.

Bobbing your head, alternating hollowing your cheeks and letting him ram into the back of your throat. Giggling when you push his head into the pocket of your cheek, holding eye contact and he reaches down to pull his balls harshly.

He's never been this close to cumming with such little effort.

You let your molars graze him lightly before straightening him in your mouth again. Sure to hit your gag reflex purposefully so that his pre and your spit soak his neatly trimmed pubic hair that's starting to slick to his skin.

If you're lucky he'll stay long enough for your pussy to do that to him too. Cunt neglected as it soaks your underwear as you adjust your weight on your knees for some sort of friction.

Moaning around him when he groans loudly, at his hisses and growls of sugared curses that do nothing but encourage your sinful movements.

Katsuki is panting, the man with all the endurance in the world is fighting the building coil in his lower abdomen and losing.

Bakugou Katsuki never loses but tonight he just might.

Letting his fingers card through your hair before he's pulling harshly, still you don't budge. Lost in your mission to make this last as long as possible by changing from a speed that's bound to make his cum flood your mouth to a slow bob that has you gagging around his sensitive head every time.

Letting your eyes flicker to look up at him and his debauched face, throughly fucked out as his chest heaves eyes fixated on you even as he struggles to hold his head up as if he couldn't bare to look away from.the things you do to him.

The sight is enough to make your eyes flutter, to make you moan around him and the vibrations make his sac tighten, moving your hand so you can shove all of him deep into your tight throat, tears in your eyes that stick in long lashes and fall in fat droplets as you bob on his entire length, once, twice.

And he can't take it, the sight, your eyes all but begging him to cum as you choke yourself on him, as if his pleasure was more important than air.

“Oh fuck princess, just like that.” He groans, cupping the back of your skull as he presses enough to make you gag one last time before he bucks his hips up into you. Starving you of air as your nose is pressed to his pelvic bone while he paints your pretty throat in sticky white cum, your claws digging into the thick meat of his thighs deliciously.

Finally he lets you up and you gasp desperately for air even if you found his aggression as he chased his high undeniably hot. You expect him to smirk, expect him to laugh or to leave pulling up his pants in a hurry but he doesn't.

Instead his large hand grips your chin, pulling you to him as his free hand comes to wrap around your sensitive ribs. Closing the space so that he can kiss you, swiping his tongue over yours shamefully groaning into your mouth as he tastes himself mixed with your spit.

“Fuck.” He pulls you onto the bed, flipping the two of you so he can pin you to the mattress chasing your lips desperately. His other hand has a mind of its own as it rips your panties from your hot core, fingers quick to press and spread your glistening folds. Cruelly avoiding your clit before he shoves two thick digits knuckle deep into your drooling cunt.

Forcing you to arch off the bed, pumping into you with a harsh pace, fingers perfectly positioned to bully that spongy spot that has you seeing stars before he times it perfectly.

Pulling away enough to look you in your eyes before he slowly, roughly, swipes his thumb over your clit and makes you cum in a matter of seconds, faster than any toy. You arch off the bed with a moan so loud you're sure the neighbors know his name now, little do you know what else he has in store.

Removing his middle and ring finger from your fluttering cunt reluctantly, quick to press the digits to his tongue harshly. Smoky caramel fills your senses as his palm heats against the fabric by your head. Leaning over you again to swipe his tongue against yours to taste the two of you melded together in your hot, hungry mouth. He pulls away, hand gently cupping your throat as he holds your gaze, cock heavy and hard again as he aligns it with your still convulsing entrance.

“Sorry Sweetheart, guess I fell in love.” He bullies himself into you in one harsh thrust and you're seeing stars again.

“Now I gotta return the favor.”

#omg kitten you always write him so intimidating and a little scary AND I LOB IT #does that make me sick and/or twisted 😔😔😔😔#idc idc ITS TOO HOT FOR ME TO BE NORMAL!!!!!!#love love love this!!!#bakugou treats! 🍬

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