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kirispunchingbag · 2 years

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We’ll Call Each Other His Name

Pairing: Pro Hero Kirishima x female bodied reader x Pro Hero Bakugo (some)

Warnings: rough sex, perversion, dub con, degradation, slight stalking, doggie

an: first smut ive written, pls be kind! MDNI

Summary: y/n and Kirishima come to an agreement after accepting their mutual obsession with Bakugo.

You were dozing off at work again. Silently, you were cursing yourself in your head, but your resistance only lasted so long. Pro Hero Dynamight was right there, right across the room filling out post-mission paperwork; his cut arms catching the light in all the right spots, the dips of his muscles shadowed gently. His eyebrows were creased into a frown, but the calmness of his features were still miles calmer than his usual state, which was, well… explosive.

Like this, it was easy to imagine Bakugo holding your waist as you bounced in his lap, letting him fill you and use you as he pleased. It was easy to imagine the peace you could bring him, if only he would just notice your pining.

His eyes dart up, and you look away quickly, shaming yourself internally for making yourself look like an idiot.

“Ey-,” he growls at you, forcing you to pry your eyes back up towards him, “Do your work, jackass.” You knew your face was beat red, as was the head of red hair just across the room from you, sitting at a desk behind Bakugo’s. “You too, shitty hair.”

“Damn,” the sturdy hero exclaims, “How’d you know I wasn’t doing my paperwork, man?”

“Cause I can feel your damn eyes on me like a hawk,” Bakugo scoffs, “Am I really that freaking interesting to you?”

“I-...,” Kirishima’s face matched his hair, “I wasn’t staring at you, dude.”

Bakugo didn’t answer, only focused his gaze back at his paper, letting out a small grunt as he continued to fill out his paperwork. Kirishima’s gaze met your own, both your faces red, both your foreheads beading in sweat that could have only come from both of your own embarrassment.

This went on for the next painful two hours, until it was closing time. Employees and sidekicks of Dynamight’s agency began packing their things, each quietly making their way to the door, hoping their boss would allow it to happen.

“You’re all free to go,” Bakugo grumbled, “Except for you two,” His gaze meets Kirishima and you, and you feel your heart drop to your stomach. Were you getting fired? You had known Bakugo since you guys attended UA, and it had been a surprise from the start that he had even allowed you to enter his elite hero agency. Kirishima’s case was different though; his spot was safe here, and you knew that.

As the room cleared out, you and Kirishima stood sheepishly near the door, waiting for the explosion hero to speak.

“I know you guys didn’t finish your fucking paperwork,” Bakugo starts, his face devoid of anger. This usually happens when there was no one else in the office except for you two, Bakugo’s facade falls only slightly, his calm demeanor making your thighs twitch together and your cheeks heat as it becomes apparent that your worries were slightly exaggerated. “I need you both to stay and finish that up. I need you out in the field tomorrow with me, and you won’t be if you need to be here signing your fucking names over and over again.”

Bakugo paces over to the coat rack, stuffing his wallet into the black leather jacket that hung at the top, before grabbing it and slipping his arms into the fabric. “Yeah, sure man.” Kirishima responds before you could, and Bakugo nodded.

“Good,” he says quietly, before approaching the door, “I think you should find it a lot easier to get shit done if I’m not here, you fuckin creeps.” At his comment, your cheeks redden even more, “Lock up when you're done. Kirishima, I need you to be here for opening tomorrow.”

With that, Dynamight was gone, his ash hair the last thing you see of his figure as he steps outside the door.

“Well shit,” your voice squeaks weakly, wanting to crumple up into a ball and die on the spot, “That was embarrassing.” Kirishima scratches the back of his head, his gaze intense on you for just a moment before approaching you a little quicker than you would have been comfortable with. “Hey, what are you-,”

“I have an idea-,” he whispers, his arm snaking around your waist.

Your cheeks heat up, your breath quickening, “I don’t think this is the best way to fill our paperwork, Kiri-,”

“You’re so desperate for him,” Kirishima whispers, his hand coming up to trail your jawline, tilting your gaze up to him. Trying your best to back up, you found the task impossible; you were already against Bakugo’s desk.

“We should do our paperwork,” you whispered, your heart rate speeding as your gaze falls upon Kirishima’s intense eyes. His eyes are blown wide, the red only slightly visible outside the expanded black pupils. “We- we need to do our paperwork-,”

“We will,” he responds softly, “I just-,” he breathes heavily, his hips rocking forward slightly, your eyes widening as you feel his strained hard on against your leg. What the fuck- “I’m sorry,” he gasps, his head falling to the side of your face as he grinds against your leg again, “If- if this isn’t okay, just… just slap me or something. Use your quirk on me and I’ll get off I promise.”

“Kiri, what are you doing-,” you gasp as he rocks his hips into you again, confusion bubbling within you as it fights against the warmth that slowly builds between your legs.

“It’s so hard to work with him around, isn’t it?” He gasps, his raspy voice laced thick with arousal, with desperation. “I know you understand that. It’s fucking impossible.”

“Kirishima-,” you breathe, your arms snaking around his waist as he ruts against just the right spot this time, a wave of pleasure rocking through you briefly as you try to form words.

“Let me fuck you,” he says, he begs, his hands coming to your waist as he rocks into that same spot again, earning a whimper from you. “You can pretend I’m him, it’s okay.”

His words shock you, making you impossibly hotter in the cheeks as you feel your arousal build to a height that shames you. “You’re a pervert,” you gasp, even though your grip on his body becomes tighter.

“I wanna fuck him so badly, y/n,” He exclaims, ignoring your insult, “I wanna fuck him until he can’t speak, till that fucking scowl is a deadened stupid stare,” you had never heard words like this from Kirishima, and they took you by surprise. Still, you whimper in his arms, the picture he was painting for you getting you impossibly more aroused, impossibly more desperate.

“See, the thing is,” Kirishima continus, his movements not seizing, “I know you want that too… kind of,” You move your arms up to his shoulders, and back around Kirishima’s hair, fisting some of it between your fingers. “I know you want Katsuki to fuck you, I know you want him to pound into you like the fucking animal he is.”

His words force a high whimper from your lips. Yes, that's what you wanted. It was what you had been thinking about all day, all week, all month.

“So, what then?” You gasp, jumping up to wrap your legs around his waist. The sturdy hero catches you with grace, no surprise there. “You wanna fuck eachother to get it out of our systems?”

“Fuck,” Kiri gasps, “yeah… I do.” Immediately, he spins you around, your back to his chest as he fumbles around trying to find the zipper to your hero suit. “Tell me its okay, god, please let me fuck you.” His hands finally find the zipper to your costume, but he hovers there, slamming the breaks on his actions until he hears from you.

“This is embarrassing,” you mumble, thinking about the meaning of this for the both of you. Were you two really that pathetic for your boss?

“No, no it’s not, trust me, princess,” The pet name has you nearly purring, your head leaning back into his chest as his hand falls to your waist. “You can call me his name. I’ll call you his too. It’ll help us both, I’m sure of it,” He waits eagerly behind you, and you can feel his hot breath against your neck. “We’ll call each other his name.”

“Fine,” you gasp, and in seconds, your hero costume is on the floor, your panties pushed down to your knees as Kirishima bends you over the side of Bakugo’s desk. You’re dripping, you can feel it as the air hits you, as you wait impatiently for Kirishima to rid himself of his pants.

His patience is slim, so the sturdy hero only makes it far enough to push his pants and boxers to his knees, before grabbing your hips, and lining himself up with your entrance.

“Is-,” he breathes laborly, trying to catch his words, “Is foreplay necessary right now?”

“My entire day was foreplay.”

“Hah,” he scoffs, “You're just as much of a pervert as me, y/n.”

You had heard Kirishima was big, you had heard he was huge from some of the other women you had known that he had slept with. He was a bit of a slut at the office, regardless of his crush on the boss.

Still, right now wasn’t the time for Kirishima.

“Fuck, Kiri- Katsuki,” you correct yourself, the name embarrassingly natural on your lips as you think back to the many times you had whispered it with your hands between your legs. “Please, I’m ready, you don’t have to go slow-,”

Without a second to spare, your insides were blown wide as Kirishima pushes himself into you, a quick ram of a movement until you were seeing absolute stars, a guttural cry leaving your lips as he bottomed out inside you with one swift movement. “FUCK.” If you weren’t so wet, you think he could have broken you.

Kirishima remains still for a moment, allowing you both to adjust to the feeling. His breaths are deep, a soft moan escaping his lips as you clench around him just slightly. “That’s it, Kats,” he whines, “You’re such a good boy when you needa be, aren’t you? Taking me all in so easily.”

With that, Kirishima rams into you again, earning another moan from your lips. “Fuck, Bakugo.” You wanted to try every name the man had, regardless if you had or hadn’t before. You had been granted the permission, you were going to take advantage of that.

Quickly, Kirishima’s arousal took control of him, as he began to fuck into you impossibly faster, each movement hitting so deep into your body you felt as though you were going to burst. Your moans and whispered overlapped with his, both your bodies craning into one another as Kirishima fucked you from behind.

“What is it you like about him?” Kiri grunted, his movement in his hips causing his own voice to waver. “His- fuck, god, you feel amazing - his aggression?” You can’t manage to do anything but whine in response, bucking your ass back at a higher angle to accomodate for Kirishima’s massive length.

“Mph- thats it princess - fuck-,” Kiri moans, his grip on your waist becoming tighter. “Tell me what you like about him. Tell me-,”

“His-,” you gasp, trying to get a good grasp on your words as Kiri fills you repeatedly, ruthlessly, “His arms are so fucking big, his chest, his voice when he’s telling me I did a good job, I-,” you babble, your words leaving you easier than you thought regardless of the pleasure in your stomach that was building. “Fuck, he’s Dynamight for fucks sake.”

“Fuck,” Kiri’s moan is low and drawn, making your stomach turn impossibly, your stomach warming as you revel in the sound of his pleasure.

His hips ram into you harder, faster, and in no time, both of your voices scream for only one thing, one person, him. The small moans of “Katsuki” get louder, longer, more desperate as you use each other.

Within minutes, you can feel your stomach coiling as you picture him behind you; Bakugo’s strong hands around your waist, the raspy groans you’d hear if he was fucking you like the way you wanted him to. You were close. Kiri was close. It was apparent from the growing desperation held by the both of you.

“Fuck- cumming-,” He eventually says right before you yourself reach your high, ecstasy raking through both you and Kirishima as you sloppily push your ass back on him for more contact as you ride our the high he had given you. His breaths are harsh and labored, but satisfied and addictive, heard even over the high whimpers you’d let out from your climax.

“We should do this more often,” you breathe, trying to catch your breath. The moment was relieving, peaceful.. but such things could only last so long.

First, there was a crackling noise, and then the slamming open off the office door.

“What the fuck was that I heard?!” A voice then booms from the doorway while you and Kirishima to jump off of one another, your heart pounding in your chest. Fuck.

“Bakugo-,” you breathe, pulling up your pants quickly as Kirishima does the same. You fumble to close the zipper of your costume, your panic making the coordination in your fingers nonexistent.

“You two couldnt even wait to fuck till I’d left the fucking building?” Bakugo scowled, “Pathetic.”

“C’mon man, we just-,”

“Shut up, Kirishima,” The blonde growled, slamming the door shut behind him, “Get on your knees. Both of you.”

Oh.

To Be Continued

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kirispunchingbag · 3 years

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To Feel Okay [Bakugou Katsuki/Reader]

Summary: Bakugou knocks on your door in the middle of the night, aware of your emotion control quirk.

Warnings: Anxiety, mention of weed, slight angst

Other Comments: fluff, unestablished relationship, vulnerable Bakugou, gender-neutral reader

Word Count: 1990

To Feel Okay [Bakugou Katsuki / Reader]

3 am was hardly ever the best time to hear a knock on your dormitory’s door. There was only one student from class 1-B who could possibly still be awake at the ungodly hour, and he wasn't ever someone you liked to talk to, let alone at 3 am.

You could have pretended to be asleep, but in the past, Monoma made a habit out of screaming into the door frame’s crack until you got up anyway. Really, Monoma? Joint training with 1-A went bad enough today. I don’t need another excuse to be pissed off.

Another knock hit the door, and you were up on your feet. “Alright, shut up already, I’m coming, idiot.”

It wasn't until you had opened the door that you realized the situation was way stranger than you had anticipated.

The boy at the door was blonde, and he was annoying. But more importantly, he was definitely not Monoma… and he was definitely not okay.

The glazed over red eyes of Bakugou Katsuki, student of 1-A, stared back at you for only a moment before his glance shot to the ground. His hands were shoved into the pockets of his dirtied training uniform; he hadn’t changed out of them since the training today it seemed. Bakugou was still covered in dirt, still a mess.

You only noticed the trail of tears that traveled through the dirt on his face when he lifted his face again to look at you.

“What are you-,” you said quietly, unsure of how to approach the situation. Not once in your life had you been friends or even had one pleasant conversation with Katsuki Bakugou, and now he was standing in your doorframe at 3 am… dirty, upset, and shaking. “I… think you might have the wrong room-.”

“I’m in the right room, dumbass,” He scoffed, still looking at his feet, “Now are you going to invite me in or not?”

You didn’t expect anything he asked for to be put kindly, so you backed up, gesturing for Bakugou to come into your room. Was this a fever dream?

Making his way into the center of your room, Bakugou shook silently, his body quaking as he tried his best to compose himself. Still, as you shut the door behind you, his quick and strained uneven breaths were impossible to overlook.

“Are you okay?” You asked quietly, stupidly. Of fucking course he wasn’t okay. The dude was shaking violently and nearly hyperventilating in the middle of a stranger’s room.

“I saw what you did to that copycat freak today during the exercise,” he exclaimed, barely able to make it through his words, and wow, was it not what you expected to fall from his lips. “I saw you stop him from being such a wimp.”

“Uh-,”

“He was freaking out and you got him to fucking shut up.” Bakugou looked down and lifted his hand as he spoke. It shook violently, his breaths heavy as tried to steady it. When the attempt failed, he shot his hand back down in frustration.

“That’s… probably not the best way of putting it,” you said quietly, “Do you… wanna sit down or something?”

To your disbelief, the firecracker didn’t make a remark about it, but obliged, and sat down on your bed. Were you shaking now? Was he going to kill you? You tried to hide your discomfort, your disdain and confusion, and you sat down next to him.

Bakugou held his hands so tightly they were red from the strain. His breaths continued, shallow and yet heavy as his eyes stared seemingly into nothing.

“My quirk, if you’re asking me what that is-,” you trailed off nervously, but when Bakugou nodded reluctantly, you continued, “is emotion control. I can control what someone is feeling as long as I have physical contact with them.”

Bakugou nodded now, his face turning to stare at his lap. He closed his eyes, and all you could do was stare, and wait for whatever the boy was going to say.

“Can… can you do that to me?”

You blinked. “W..what?”

“I asked if you could do that to me, idiot.” Bakugou looked up at you now, and the desperation in his eyes was clearer now. Not only were his eyes red, they were always red, but right now they were bloodshot, painfully strained. The scratches on his skin from today’s joint exercise then looked like the least of his problems. “I want you to use your damn quirk on me.”

“Oh,” managed to be the only thing you could get yourself to say. Your body seemed frozen in shock, frozen in whatever confusion Bakugou Katsuki had brought to your room.

“I just-...,” he huffed heavily, attempting to take a deep breath, but failing miserably, “I just feel so angry. I can’t… I can’t breathe- I-,”

You had never seen him like this. Not him, not the kid from class 1-A that never failed to make everyone else feel incompetent. It was hard to imagine he wouldn't want to kill you after you had seen this side of him. Then again, he had come to you.

“It’s okay,” you hushed him from his stuttering, trying to find the best words. “You’re gonna be okay-,” You didn’t know what to say, and you felt stupid for it. You didn’t usually use your quirk on others when they asked for it.

Your quirk wasn’t one that the other students were necessarily comfortable with, in fact, it scared most of them. Endless conversations with Shinso had opened you up to the reason why you were so terrified of using your quirk on others… and he was the only one who had ever seemed to accept you, to understand that the quirk could be good.

And now… Bakugou.

“This is fucking stupid, I should have never come here-,” Bakugou exclaimed, his face red as he began to get up from the bed. Without thinking, you found your arm reaching out to gently pull him back.

His resistance was nonexistent. He sat back down immediately, the shaking more apparent now than it had ever been, your hand feeling the tense vibrations in his arm.

I might die for this. Reaching out with your other hand, you pulled Bakugou’s chin upright so that you could look at his face clearly.

Tears were streaming down his face reluctantly, his eyes bloodshot and his brows so tense it looked as though it would be painful. “I can help you.”

“I lied. I don’t fucking need-,”

“You obviously do,” you said softly, letting go of him so that you could hold out your hand to him. This needed to be something that he did willingly, that he initiated.

Bakugou lifted his hand, hesitating to set it into your own. “Your weird quirk won’t activate after this will it? Not like fucking pink cheeks’ dumb power or-”

“Only now.”

“I just-,” Bakugou croaked, “I hate fucking feeling so angry, I-,”

“It’s okay,” you responded gently, holding out your hand. “Trust me. I can help you.”

Slowly but surely, resolve came into Bakugou’s eyes. His calloused fingers brushed onto yours as he gripped your hand, so tightly you could feel your own arm shake. “Do you want to lay down or something? It might be a little-,”

“Just activate it already, dumbass-,” You knew it was supposed to be a command, but it sounded more like a plea. It wasn’t time for you to stall this any longer.

“Okay,” you breathed, and closed your eyes to activate your quirk. Feeling your body hum and your mind awaken, you opened yourself up to Bakugou’s pathos, a term you used to describe a person's emotional aura.

When you used your quirk, feeling residual emotion from the subject was unavoidable. First, you’d feel them, whatever state they were in, and it would invade your own mind before you found the strength to push back from it, and set your own will into play.

It had taken you many years not to just empathize, and certain subjects proved to be much harder to control than others. Monoma, for example, was an easy target.

Bakugou, on the other hand?

As soon as your quirk activated, you sucked in a harsh breath. Like a rush of water into your veins, your body shook as you felt Bakugou’s anguish, his pain and anger. He was so angry, so worked up, so anxious. You felt tears sting your eye ducts before you took a deep breath, and focused harder than you ever had before.

Calm.

Thinking the word was enough to impose the feeling upon him. Once you reached the point of instruction, controlling your quirk was easy. Opening your eyes, you observed as Bakugou’s shoulders immediately went slack, as his shaking seized almost immediately and his brows unfurrowed.

The breath that fell from his lips was the largest huff of relief you might have heard in your entire life.

“You’re calm. You're at peace.” You hushed quietly, using your quirk vocally now that he was under. Lips parted, you weren’t surprised when Bakugou fell forward slightly. Catching him gently, his head rested on your shoulder as he breathed.

He almost looked… welcoming like this, the way his face was devoid of any expression other than complete contentment. Bakugou Katsuki was fucking jello in your arms, and you couldn't help but feel nothing but pure awe at it.

“Just… tell me when you want me to stop,” you said quietly, still holding him on your shoulder as you focused to keep your quirk going. He managed to shake his head no on your shoulder, causing his tears to fall onto your shoulder.

Keeping his hand tight in your hand, you were surprised with yourself when you brought your other hand to his hair, streaking your nails lightly through his scalp. A content hum sounded from Bakugou’s lips, a sure sign that the gesture was more than okay.

“What you’re feeling now,” you said softly, “It doesn’t have to come from me. You can learn other things, like… like mediation or even seeing the school counselor, or-,” your voice trailed off when Bakugou left your shoulder, and he looked up at you blissfully, an eyebrow cocked.

“I wanna be pissed at you for saying something like that but I literally can't.” he swung his head back, enjoying himself in the peace that you were granting him.

You both stayed like this for a while, but you didn’t mind. Seeing Bakugou in such a peaceful state was almost therapeutic for you, if it was such a change from the student that only yelled insults at you, and occasionally tried to severely injure you during training exercises.

Eventually, Bakugou nodded, and met your eyes. “Okay, dumbass, that’s enough.” Despite the word choice, it sounded welcoming, so light and gentle. Letting go of the blonde’s hand, Bakugou took a deep breath immediately after being released, but thankfully, his shaking seemed to be gone for good.

“I… that was…-”

“It's no problem,” you didn't need to hear Bakugou suffer through a thank you. “You should try to get some sleep… or maybe shower first.”

A chuckle left Bakugou, a sound you never thought you’d hear coming from him. Getting to his feet, his hands found his pockets and his gaze fell to the floor as she sheepishly admitted, “I owe you one.”

“You don’t owe me anything.”

“Yeah?” he smirked, making his way to your door, “You know, you’re alright, l/n.”

“And you’re obviously not as explosive as I thought you were.” You laughed slightly, “If you ever need this again-,”

“I won’t,” he said strictly, shaking his head. Of course someone like Bakugou would be too proud to ever admit to needing help in such a heavy situation again. But at least he knew. “Hey, uh, can you use your quirk on yourself?”

Your brows furrowed. “Yeah, it depends.”

“So we wouldn’t actually need weed to get high, then?”

“Get out of my room, Bakugou.”

The last moment you shared was two gentle smiles before he shut your door.

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authors note: HEY YA'LL! this was my first post ever so im so psyched to share it with ya'll! I take requests on my profile for my next one shot, ill do fluff, smut, literally whatever. have a great day!

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