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Synopsis: Some how your underwear keeps turning up missing, leaving you to wonder if it's just an honest mixup or if there is a dirty little thief in the office.

Warning: Dom fem reader, subby underwear snatcher Kiri who gets degraded, non con.

A/N : a thot that turned into a drabble thanks to @kingkatsuki for just asking if I was making a fic, lol so here it is, no beta, wc 2253

Again. It fucking happened again. Rummaging through your clean laundry the agency has once again misplaced your civilian outfit. Well part of it and the part some would consider the most important part.

Your underwear.

Your thong to be more specific.

This wasn't the first time this has happened since starting here at the Red Riot/Dynamight agency.

And it wasn't like that shit was cheap either. 7/30 dumb ass sales and that's if you were lucky.

If you were getting high quality shit, which you preferred, even the few times you were them under your skin tight suit, it was going to cost even more.

Quickly you throw on your dress and hope there isn't some gust of wind as you shove on your dress boots for some dumb ass dinner that the "founders" insist on having with the heros.

An appreciation dinner Kirishima had called it in his email. Most thought it was great but you agreed with your grumpy hero partner that it was a bit stupid.

Still you smooth the almost too short skirt down as you sit, a wrap top that shows the flesh of your solar plexus and makes your tits look that much bigger. The dinner was held at a late night bar you frequented, so the least this occasion would do was help you bring home a play thing for the night.

The dinner goes on as usual and you bring home a delicious treat for the night. Although you miss entirely the pair of red eyes searing your skin even into the late hours of the night.

You don't know about the labored breaths happening across town.

Of a large man sticking your underwear firmly to his nose. Thinking about how your pretty cunt was protected by only a thin black skirt and how only two people knew your dirty little secret of being commando.

You

And

Him

The thought sends him over the edge as his fist frantically pumps his cock, he paints his stomach in his sticky sin as he pants. Eyes lidded and hazed as he tries not to get hard for the third time.

Fucked out but still, he needed more. You just smelled far too good for him to resist.

Each passing week you lose more and more pairs of underwear. Cheeky, full coverage, thongs, hell even the granny panties you had bought to deter a possible painty thief.

But those went missing too.

Hmm, so what was the common factor here?

A question you've asked yourself over the last few months, it takes Bakugou and another hero to walk into the locker room in all black before it clicks. They strip, not caring that your eyes rake over your bodies and it's then you find the answer.

Everyone in this agency wore all black.

A devilish smile forms on your lips as you absentmindedly stare at Bakugou's happy trail and scar, plan formulating to never lose a pair again.

Slamming your locker you rush from the humid tiled room, sans underwear for the third time this week as Bakugou shouts out.

"Oi, quit slamming shit." To which you reply

"Fuck off."

A brisk walk from the business district to the shopping district is a god-send in this summer heat. Even at 8 at night the heat of the sun clings to the pavement making the night a bit muggy.

Scouring through store after store to find good quality underwear in any color other than nude or black, and finally FINALLY you find the most obnoxious pair in neon pink.

You buy the entire inventory, mean cat smile on your plush lips all the way home.

This morning you were first to change, per the usual, leaving your vibrant underwear in the hamper. Lacing up your boots as Bakugou brings his civi clothes to the giant pile.

"Really?" He sucks his teeth and rolls his eyes, "Ya having that hard of a time convincing people you're a woman?"

He teases as he walks towards the exit expecting you to follow for yet another grueling day with your least favorite boss.

"I'm not afraid to paralyze my boss." You singsong, "My only regret is that it will be temporary."

The day carries on with banter between the two of you and bagging any villain that your eyes land on until it's quitting time.

Much earlier than normal thanks to Bakugou being weeks behind on paperwork earning you a half day.

Heading towards the locker room catching movement out of the corner of your eyes.

Walking towards his office is Kirishima in his hero uniform, something sticks out of his back pocket, something bright.

Something neon pink.

You stand stupefied for a second.

You expected this type of shit from Denki

But THE Red Riot, a man in his early thirties who was just labeled as one of the top ten sexiest men resorted to this level of perversion?

What should you even do?

Confront your boss about possibly stealing your underwear?

Well fuck yea you were that shit was not cheap.

Besides you were a young brash hero, rivaled by none other than stubborn ass Bakugou himself, so confrontation was your middle name.

Quickly you stalk after him, slipping into his office behind him and shutting the door.

Locking it before he can even turn around.

"What's this?" You ask, pulling the underwear from his back pocket.

Pulling your underwear from his back pocket.

"Is this where they've all been going?" Anger sings in your bones until you look up and see the most pathetic look on his face. His brows furrowed, sharp teeth biting on his lower lip and if the mountainous man could shrink he would.

The sight of it sent a jolt straight to your cunt.

"I- it-" He stammers, he never was the best at lying, "It must have ended up in my clean pants. The agency washes all of our stuff together, sometimes I get Bakugou's boxers."

He laughs then, it's awkward and forced as he rubs the back of his head.

"That so?" You fold the underwear inside out, "Funny cause I bought this pair just yesterday, wore them this morning and last I checked Laundry worked overnight."

You step closer and he steps back rattling the items on his desk when he collides with it.

"May-maybe they did it earlier than usual." He tries to produce more excuses but you're having none of his bullshit.

"Sit and stay." You hiss, quirk activating on its own as the large man's eyes widen. He sits on the edge of his desk and the wood groans from his weight.

"Even if that were true Kirishima, which it isn't, you cannot tell me these are clean pants." Your manicured nail taps at the blood and dirt stains on the black fabric, before they trail over his skin. Pointing out the rubble that got caught in his chest hair.

It sends a shiver up his spine and watching the man visibly shudder sends another jolt to your cunt. You lean close to him, glossy lips beside his ear and you can smell the day's work on him. His sweat, the sun, and dirt mingle with his musk making it difficult for you to be angry.

"Just admit it." You purr, pressing your knee on his balls, "You're just a dirty little theif."

He groans loudly enough it makes you gasp. His large cock growing impossibly bigger under his tight pants.

"Oh?" You gently let your nails slide up his nape before you yank his hair roughly, pulling his stubbled face to look at you, "You're enjoying this?"

"Do you know how many times I've had to go commando? How many meetings and dinners I sat through?" He groans at the thought, dick twitching now and you scoff.

"Such a fuckin pervert." You scold, twirling your underwear and watching his gaze glued to the fabric.

You stretch it out displaying the underwear so he can fully see the crotch and g string.

"You like these that much?" He makes a pleading face and nods, the sight of it has you dripping now.

This big powerful man reduced to pouting in a matter of minutes and a few choice words.

"Then have them." You smile, leaning close and grabbing his jaw forcing it open and shoving the fabric in. Just enough he can't spit it out but not too far he cannot breath.

Drool already dribbles down his peach fuzz and his hips buck wildly, hands unable to move.

"Oh." You moan, watching him struggle, watching him look so fucking pitiful with his dirty secret stuck in his mouth.

"I think I know how you can repay me." Slowly you unzip his pants and his cock springs free. Bigger than you'd ever imagined and by instinct your mouth waters. Gathering the saliva with your tongue before making a show of it. Slowly pushing the spit from your mouth and for a split second your spit and his cock are connected before you let it go. A muffled whimper comes from him encouraging you to wrap your hand around his fat cock. It wasn't that he needed the lubrication with how much his cock head was weeping. Sliding the pre and your spit over his length, pumping him slowly as you held eye contact.

"You like this huh?" You let your thumb slide over a thick vein and he sighs, jerking against the strength of your quirk. He wants to pin you beneath him, bury his cock into your cunt until you're clawing at the desk while he pounds into you.

But this? You guiding him, poking and prodding him while he was totally powerless?

Fuck he could get used to this.

"Such a dirty dog." You snarl and a deep groan comes from his throat. His tongue lapping at the cotton in his mouth.

You pull away, zipping down the front of your hero suit and stepping out of it.

His eyes are glued to your crotch, watching the silvery string break when you pull the fabric away. He whimpers again and even more as you bring it to his face, letting him see it up close before you giggle.

"Wow, who would have thought that big, sweet Kirishima was so nasty. So fucking desperate to taste a pretty cunt."

"How about feel one?" You slip your fingers between your thighs, slowly circling your clit. The sight makes him squeeze his eyes shut in concentration, "Is the perverted Pro Hero too busy to fuck?"

You turn around, giving him your ass to see before you bend over slightly. Spreading your cheeks and letting your cunt flutter to the sound of his groans.

Reaching around you take the tip, wondering if you can even take all of him, and slowly guide his length into your eager cunt. The stretch is a delicious burn, furiously rubbing your clit to distract you and it's enough to make you cum.

"Fuck, Eiji baby you're so big." You slur as your cunt grabs onto a few inches of him before you ease your weight onto him. Ass to his pelvis as his cock head gently kisses your cervix. You've never felt so full in your life.

And Kirishima had never seen so many stars, your pussy still greedily trying to milk him from your earlier orgasm. It drives him mad that he can't fuck up into you, especially when you take too long to rock your hips so, so slowly.

But you find some sort of rhythm, moaning almost too loudly as you use him like a dildo.

"You're such a good toy." He watches the shudder go down your spine as you push and pull yourself on him, "Angled just right."

You're panting, babbling almost when you should be in total control, but damn if he just wasn't a perfect fit.

You cum again and again as his cock hits that sensitive spot in your velvety walls.

Shaking as your knees give out and your nails bite into his thighs as you steady yourself. Pussy gripping him so tightly.

Kirishima groans wildly, loudly, and he's about to lose his load in an embarrassing amount of time.

"Don't cum." You hiss and now physically he can't. His swollen cock head hitting your insides just right. Being squeezed beautifully by your snug cunt. The very thing he's dreamed of with his nose buried in your underwear late at night.

And now he was being denied?

On top of that the command from your quirk is worse than edging.

As you grind him, giving him full view of your gorgeous ass and watching his cock disappear into your sloppy cunt he cries. Fat tears falling down his cheeks as he fights your quirk, pulling out the underwear you stuffed into his mouth.

"Please, please…" He begs and fights further against your commands to grab at your hips and his demonstration of power makes you squeeze him tighter. Creaming his cock with a muffled moan. Slowing the rolls of your hips as you fuck yourself gently through the feeling.

His cock throbs inside of you begging for release before you pop off of him suddenly. The anguish that watches over his face is delicious.

Fucking salivating.

"Aht aht." You wag your finger and your ass with your drooling cunt, turning around to press a bruising kiss to his lips, pulling away with a glint of malicious mischief in your eyes.

"Only good men get to cum."

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This account will now be an archive for my old writings, I will not be deleting any asks, but I do want a fresh start. Thank you all for sticking with me, you can now find me @wishing-well-writes

Love you all!!

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Me: My TyPe Is BlOnDeS

Also me:

Also me: 🤡

The 🤡 is because my hero academia is a curse that has single handedly made me fall madly in love with 45 different characters at one time

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can we talk about daddy dom shinsou who loves to spank your little cunt whenever you start squirming a little too much yet melts whenever you ask for a kiss right before you cum all over his cock?🥺

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Dom!Shinsou Fics.

(*) means favorite or most recommended

Go for the Throat by useless_donut*

Rating: Explicit Archive Warning: Graphic Depictions Of Violence Relationship: Bakugou Katsuki/Shinsou Hitoshi Characters: Bakugou Katsuki, Shinsou Hitoshi Additional Tags: Aged-Up Character(s), Characters Are Pro Heroes (My Hero Academia), dom/sub dynamics, Dominant Shinsou Hitoshi, Submissive Bakugou Katsuki, Consensual Non-Consent, CNC, Consensual Mind Control, Mind Control, Sadism, Masochism, Violence, Blood, Bruising, Burns (not in a sexual context), Smoking, Rough Sex, Asphyxiation, breath play, Orgasm Delay/Denial, Aftercare, Honestly it’s pretty fluffy for an intense fic :), Brief representation of PTSD, Rough Body Play Summary: Underground pro hero Shinsou has just come out of a three-year-long deep cover operation a little (a lot) worse for the wear. He’s about as rough about the edges as a chainsaw, so it doesn’t take much for him to snap when Bakugou provokes him. But he never turns down a good fight, and he definitely never turns down a good fuck.

Full Service by unicornsan*

Rating: Explicit Archive Warning: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationship: Kaminari Denki/Shinsou Hitoshi Characters: Kaminari DenkiShinsou Hitoshi Additional Tags: Maids, Hand Feeding, Crossdressing, Cock Warming, Intercrural Sex, Dirty Talk, Licking, Come Eating, Clothing Kink Summary: Denki’s maid fetish is something he’s nursed for YEARS. It started with manga with EGL themes, and progressed from there. He liked the maids the best, and thought at first he wanted to hook up with a girl wearing a maid uniform, to be her master and all that good stuff. He’d consume basically anything maid related. Browsing a manga scan site, he started reading a series about a maid serving a master who was allergic to girls. However, Kaminari didn’t realize at first he was reading the chapters out of order, and the maid was actually a cross dressing boy… and the whole series was solidly BL. It put the idea in his mind though, of being the one in the maid costume… and pretty soon he realized how badly he wanted a pretty maid dress of his own. There were plenty of cheap ones, but what he really wanted was something that made him feel like he was the loyal maid of a master who could afford the best. It took a lot of saving up, but eventually, he managed to make his way to Harajuku, where there were lots of stores selling exactly what he wanted. He’d psyched himself up for months, planning this excursion.

He did not expect to see Shinsou Hitoshi manning the counter in a Lolita fashion boutique.

Precious Voices by Tazii*

Rating: Explicit Archive Warning: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationship: Iida Tenya/Shinsou Hitoshi Characters: Iida Tenya, Shinsou Hitoshi Additional Tags: Aged-Up Character(s), Phone Sex Operator Shinsou, Phone Sex, Bottom Iida Tenya, Sub Iida Tenya, Top Shinsou Hitoshi, Dom Shinsou Hitoshi, Voice Kink, Some odd mix of degradation and praise kink, Porn With Plot, Alternate Universe - No Quirks (My Hero Academia), POV Alternating Summary: Tenya, alone and craving some form of physical interaction, has started regularly calling up a phone sex hotline. It didn’t take long for Tenya to fall for the voice on the other end of the phone.

Meanwhile, Hitoshi’s finding himself more and more smitten with his overly eager customer himself.

After The Ozone Settles by Ischemia

Rating: Explicit Archive Warning: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationship: Kaminari Denki/Shinsou Hitoshi Characters: Kaminari Denki, Shinsou Hitoshi Additional Tags: Explicit Sexual Content, Mildly Dubious Consent, Anal Sex, Not Safe For Quirk, Face-Fucking, Rough Sex, Dominant Shinsou Hitoshi, Bottom Kaminari Denki, shinkami, zappycat Summary: It was a poorly kept secret that the fastest way to bring Kaminari back to normal from short-circuiting was through touch. Shinsou lends a hand after a difficult battle.

You’re Really the Best by kittiegirl1616

Rating: Mature Archive Warning: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings Relationship: Kaminari Denki/Shinsou Hitoshi Characters: Kaminari Denki, Shinsou Hitoshi Additional Tags: Tumblr Prompts, Dom/sub, Fluff, Emotional Hurt/Comfort, Dom Shinsou Hitoshi, Sub Kaminari Denki, Kissing, Cuddling & Snuggling, Alternate Universe - Pro Heroes (My Hero Academia), Pro Hero Shinsou Hitoshi, Pro Hero Kaminari Denki, Prompt 21 Summary: Shinsou copes with a scene after a rough day of work.

*Problematic*Shinsou On Top by A_Frost_O

(Must have AO3 account to read) Rating: Explicit Archive Warning: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings Relationship: Aizawa Shouta | Eraserhead/Shinsou Hitoshi Characters: Aizawa Shouta | Eraserhead, Shinsou Hitoshi Additional Tags: Light Dom/sub, Dom Shinsou, Top Shinsou, Bottom Aizawa, sub Aizawa, Light breathplay, Rimming, Spanking Summary: Hitoshi comes up with a way to satisfy his cravings and give Shouta what he needs.

Call and Response by OhNoHello

Rating: Explicit Archive Warning: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationship: Iida Tenya/Shinsou Hitoshi Characters: Iida Tenya, Shinsou Hitoshi Additional Tags: Brainwashing, Smut, Explicit Consent, Enthusiastic Consent, Dom/sub, Face-Fucking, Rough Sex, Orgasm Delay/Denial, Aftercare, Praise Kink, Dom!Shinsou, Sub!iida Summary: Hitoshi slid off his shirt and stared down at the fabric in his fists. He sighed for what had to have been the 100th time that afternoon, psyching himself up.

“We don’t have to do this,” Tenya said from the bed.

Hitoshi grinned at him over his shoulder.

“It’s a little late to be saying that now,” he said.

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MHA: Masturbating

Featuring: Izuku Midoriya. Ochaco Uraraka. Tenya Iida. Hitoshi Shinsou.

Warnings: My blog is 18+. Minors, do not interact. NSFW.

Contains: NSFW. Male anatomy. Female anatomy. Masturbation. Sex toys. Porn.

A/N: All characters are aged up as needed because I'm an old fuck :)

Don't forget about my Patreon!

Izuku Midoriya

He will jerk off anywhere and everywhere. Mostly because he gets really busy with hero work, he doesn't always have time to get comfortable.

When he's at home, though, he treats himself. Takes off every single article of clothing. He might even use a Fleshlight or something.

He doesn't usually watch porn because he's so used to having to do it on the go.

If he has a partner, he can jerk off just to thoughts of them.

If he's really comfortable, he goes so far as to moan their name while he does it.

He really likes to imagine that his partner is with him. So he likes to mimic the positions his partner likes.

He can cum twice on the days that he's relaxing and taking his time.

In fact, he lets himself be really loud on those occasions, whether his partner is home or not.

He doesn't produce a lot of cum. Just a few drops of thin, white, creamy liquid.

Ochaco Uraraka

She only masturbates when she is really pent up. Maybe once a week.

And ONLY if her partner is out of the house.

It takes a lot of effort to make herself cum.

She has one singular bullet vibrator that she bought online. But it isn't a very good one, and it doesn't hold a charge. So most of the time she uses her fingers.

Her favorite way to please herself is by rubbing her clit.

Her nipples are really sensitive, too, so that helps her get off.

She usually listens to Gone Wild Audios. But she can only handle the ones that have real orgasms in them.

I don't think she really does nudes, whether she's sending or receiving them. She just doesn't care for them.

Her moans are short and breathy.

They become stuttered the closer she gets to cumming.

And when she does cum, her body instantly gets shaky.

Her orgasms are extremely powerful.

Occasionally, she squirts, even by herself.

Tenya Iida

Iida probably jerks off two to three times a week, whether he's partnered or not.

Most of the time it's right before he's about to get in the shower, knowing he probably won't get caught.

If he doesn't have a partner, he has a couple of go-to videos. But they're all POV blowjob videos.

And when he does have a partner, he saves his favorite nudes to a folder on his phone and uses one or two to jerk off.

He focuses a lot of pressure on the head of his dick.

Slower strokes, though. Just a tighter grip when he passes over the tip.

The more lubrication there is, the faster he'll cum. So he likely spits on his own dick to make it slipperier.

He likes to ruin his own orgasms. So as he starts to cum, he'll stop stroking and let his cum dribble out of him.

He isn't very loud. Even during real sex, he doesn't moan very much.

At most, he sighs or grunts a couple of times when he cums.

He also bucks his hips just a bit when he cums.

He produces an average amount of cum. It's thick, and it flows down his shaft, rather than spurting over his body.

Hitoshi Shinsou

Shinsou likes to jerk off right before bed.

It's an amazing feeling to cum and then be able to go right to sleep.

Even when he's partnered, he jerks off while his partner is sleeping.

And if his partner wakes up? All the better. They can tend to each other and then go to sleep in each other's arms.

Mostly gets off on the idea that his partner could wake up.

But sometimes, when he does watch porn, it's head that gets him.

Doesn't matter who is giving or receiving. Pussy eating, ass eating, cock sucking, doesn't matter.

Mostly, it's the sound of moans that gets him off, anyway.

His strokes are slow and hard, with a fairly tight grip.

He occasionally will hump the bed, as long as the bed doesn't move enough to wake you up.

When he's close to cumming, his strokes get much slower.

His cum is really thick, though there isn't a lot of fluid.

The spurts aren't very powerful either. It just falls onto his pelvis.

And he's not loud when he cums. He can't be, otherwise, his partner will wake up.

He usually just lets out a few extended breaths.

These characters belong to the creators of My Hero Academia.

This writing belongs to Abigail Rothenberger, also known as BillieThePumpkin. Please do not copy or alter this writing on Tumblr or any other platform.

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Pretty Boy Battle

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I often wonder what happened to authors of unfinished fanfictions.

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lemons-made-here · 2 years

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You’ve heard of one shots, now get ready for none shots! It’s when you think of an idea for a fic and then don’t write it

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pro hero!bakugou x f!reader

summary - PORN WITH SOME PLOT - hurt comfort smut, bakugou agrees to help deku fufill a long daydreamed about fantasy with his girlfriend, ends up with far more than he bargained for when he realizes, not only are you clearly emotionally unfulfilled in your current relationship, but that he might be catching feelings for his friends girlfriend. all characters pro heroes, reader is a civilian. has breasts that bounce. could be part one.

warnings - deku wants to do consensual n/n c/nsent with his gf - but he wants to be tied up and watch while bakugou does it. all parties involved consent, bakugou is p responsible, safewords are in place, the scene is EXTREMELY consensual. TW for emotional neglect/manipulation(deku is not a good boyfriend, but in his defense it’s really hard to be #1 most powerful being and conceptualize other people in a complex way), sub drop but not hardcore(reader), emotional infidelity, choking spitting, face fucking, bondage, knifeplay if you squint, cucking, medium hard degradation and praise. mention of collar. cumplay. dynamight official lingerie.

MINORS DNI - YOU MUST HAVE AN AGE IN YOUR BIO TO INTERACT WIHT THIS POST

a/n - repost from my old tumblr <3 happy birthday to kats.

wc ~7k

You touch your neck self consciously as the blonde pro hero towers over you. He narrows his eyes at you for a moment, but you, you he could deal with in good time, he instead turns to his childhood friend.

“You sure you want this?” Bakugou says in a low growl. “I got rules.” You watch your boyfriend shift his weight a bit.

“What ah, what are your rules?” Midoriya begins to fidget nervously. He was inches away from realizing a fantasy that had tortured him for months. Bakugou holds up a finger.

“One, safeword,” he turns to you. “I’m gonna gag him if he talks too much, and he’s gonna talk too much, so this is for you, you done the colors thing before? Red means stop, yellow means slow down, green means more.” You nod.

“I’m um, yeah I’ve used those before.” Midoriya looks at you sharply, and Bakugou files the interaction away in his head.

“Rule two. You wear quirk shit. I’ve got some but I don’t feel like getting tackled out your apartment window because you change your mind halfway through when you see your girlfriend cum on my cock.” Midoriya swallows.

“Yeah, um, I expected as much, I think.”

“You got any rules?” He turns to you, but Midoriya pipes up.

“Actually um, I would prefer if you didn’t cum, y’know, in her.” Bakugou blinks at his childhood friend, face unreadable. “She’s uh, she’s on birth control but um, I’d like to save that just for me.” Bakugou nods, turning back to you.

“Anything from you?”

“Um actually,” Midoriya taps on his arm, and Bakugou nearly blows a gasket, “I uh, I was thinking, if you could try not to leave any um, marks and stuff, that would be cool.” The blond rolls his eyes.

“No promises.” Your mouth is dry. “Anything from your fuckin’ girlfriend, jesus christ Deku you oughtta let her talk more.” You find your voice.

“Um do you ever, use your um, quirk, when you-”

“Yeah.” He says. “I can, you know, not.” You swallow and rock up onto your tiptoes.

“No um, could I just, could I feel it, first, so I know what to expect?” He nods.

“Hold out your hands.” You turn to him, palms up, and he slaps one of his huge hands down on both of yours, it’s hot, just enough to sting, but not unbearable.

“Oh, fuck,” you let out a soft moan, it’s louder than you mean, though and you feel your face warm. “That’s um, it’s fine. That’s fine.” He smirks. “I um, last thing,” he waits patiently but you turn to your boyfriend. “You’re not allowed to be mad at me. This was your idea.”

“Of course I won’t be!” Deku protests, eyes wide, the picture of innocence. “I asked for this, and you’re the best girlfriend in the world for giving it to me.” Bakugou rolls his eyes.

“I won’t let him get snippy with ya sweetheart, come on,” He grins, “Help me tie him down, huh?” It takes a few minutes, but Bakugou is slow and methodical, testing the quirk bracer a few times. “Alright, try and get out, and I’ll remind you that it’s in your best interest to tell me if there’s any way you could get out.” Midoriya tests his bonds a little, and points to his left ankle, which Bakugou secures more, before attaching the chair he’s tied to to the radiator. “You bust outta this you’re gonna lose your security deposit.” Midoriya nods.

“Noted.” He looks at you quickly. “Hey,” he smiles, “Love you.” Bakugou watches carefully as the words seem to hit you hard, you balk a little, chewing on your lower lip.

“Love you too.” You say, with a soft, fake smile. Bakugou rolls his eyes, and jerks his head towards the hallway.

“The fuck is happening?” He says in a low growl when you’re out of earshot. “Do you actually want to do this, because we can just watch a movie and leave him like that all night.” You shiver.

“I do, um,” you whisper, “Want to.” He nods.

“Then what’s up?”

“That’s um,” you close your eyes, “The first time he’s said he loved me in a month.” Bakugou blinks a couple times.

“Huh.” He inspects you carefully. “When’s uh, when’s the last time you fucked?”

“Two weeks.” You whisper, with a nervous glance over your shoulder, and Bakugou can’t help the evil smile that spreads across his face.

“So you’re hurtin’ for it.”

“Shut up!” You punch him in the shoulder and then rear back, clutching your fist. “What the fuck are you made of?” You hiss and his smirk only widens.

“Real muscle, sweetheart.” He pats you on the shoulder. “Seriously, you don’t have to do shit to prove to that loser. Don’t do this if you don’t want to.” You swallow and your eyes flick up to his face.

“No I do, I want to.” You pause. “So I’m gonna fight you?” He shrugs, and then stretches.

“You’re gonna try.” You nod slowly and then look down at your clothes.

“Is this okay, it’s not like, lingerie.” He nods.

“Yeah, it’s fine, for cnc, anyway. Sure it would ruin the fantasy for Deku if you wore

lingerie for me.” He reaches out and tucks your hair behind your hear. “Limits?”

“Uh, soft on piss, hard on scat.”

“Cool.”

“What about you?” You ask, and he thinks about it.

“Normally I’d say keep your nails away from my cock but you’re such a sweet little thing, aintcha,” He straightens up, “So I’ll say you’re welcome to try and hurt me.” You nod and he furrows his brow. “Sure you don’t wanna go in there and get a couple hits on him while he’s helpless?” You laugh and Bakugou shakes his head, “If anyone ever interrupted me like that I’d lose my shit.”

“Guess we’re different people.” He nods, and reaches into his backpack, then hesitates.

“Wait uh, just dig around in there and tell me if there’s anything that freaks you out.” You open it, rope, duck tape, zip ties, a small knife, vibrator, something clear and silicon that you don’t recognize, a medium sized dildo, condoms, handcuffs, lotion, washcloths, and makeup wipes.

“This is all fine.” He stops, hesitating one last time.

“I’m not gonna listen,” he growls, “If you say, no, or stop, or it hurts.” You nod. “Just the safewords, I mean obviously I’m not a fuckin’ moron, and I’ll check in alright?”

“I think you’re nervous.” You say, sticking your chin out the tiniest bit and that seems to reassure him a bit because with a low grunt, he picks you up, right over his huge shoulder, and takes his backpack in the other hand.

“Shut the fuck up.” He snaps, and carries you quickly into your bedroom with just a few long strides. He throws you down on the bed, and you attempt to squirm away, but he’s too quick for you, kissing you hard and clumsily, it’s all teeth, and tongue, and passion. Your little fists are nothing against his body, and for a moment, when you gasp for air between kisses you wonder if it might be genuinely hurting you more than it’s hurting him. He rips your shirt and sinks his teeth into the soft flesh of your breast, you yelp with pain immediately, trying to get away from him, wriggling wildly but he slaps you lightly across the face. “I said shut the fuck up.” But you notice he’s pushed your attention back to your boyfriend, who is squirming in the chair he’s tied to, and you make eye contact with him just as Bakugou grinds a muscled thigh between your legs. A low waton noise escapes you and Bakugou laughs cruelly.

“I’m sorry,” you choke out, looking at Midoriya.

“That’s it,” Bakugou snarls, “Tell ‘im how sorry you fucking are, for lovin this so much.”

“I don’t,” you counter, looking back at the blonde, who slaps you again, this time a little harder, and tears burn in your eyes as he rips the rest of your clothing off, tugging his shirt over his head, “I don’t love it,” you say again more boldly, bracing for the third slap, but it doesn’t come. Instead, he leans down, and cups your face very gently, and you’re so surprised you stop fighting.

“Here’s what’s gonna happen, princess.” He spits the pet name like an insult. “You’re gonna behave,” and he licks up the side of your face, it’s wet and sticky and gross, you screw your face up, trying to move away from him but for the first time he restrains you, holding both of your wrists above your head, “Or I’m gonna hurt ya, fuckin’ understand?” You open your mouth to retort but he presses his knee against your sex, hard and instead you gasp with pleasure.

“Fuck,” Midoriya breathes, and for a second, your attention is back on him, your boyfriend, straining against his bonds, an obvious tent forming in his pants. Bakugou takes the opportunity to slip out of his pants and boxers, kicking them away on the floor and grabbing the rope from his bag. You scoot across the bed but you’re no match for him, even if you finally get a good kick in on his chest, he loops it around your wrists and pulls it taught quickly, securing you to the metal headboard. He takes the knife from his backpack and slices through the center of your bra, and through the side of your panties, ripping both of them off of you.

You keep kicking and he takes a moment to marvel at the gentle sloping curve of your waist into your hips, of the way your breasts bounce when you struggle.

“Alright,” he says, yanking your foot to one side as he ties each ankle to a different corner of the bed, you catch him in the face with a well timed kick and he winces. “Stupid fuckin’ cunt,” he says angrily, tightening the bonds.

“Don’t call her that!” Midoriya says, aghast, and Bakugou turns his attention to your boyfriend with an evil grin, leaving you squirming and whimpering on the bed. You test the ropes but the knots are perfect, just tight enough to be uncomfortable. “Don’t, Kacchan, don’t-” Bakugou picks up your panties and shoves them delicately in Midoryas mouth before patting a piece of duct tape over it. Midoriya screams against the gag, fighting now in earnest, the tent in his pants even larger as Bakugou swaggers back over to the bed where your nipples are standing at attention in the cold of the bedroom.

“Look at these,” he says in a low rasp, palming your breasts, gently at first and then squeezing them harder, pinching your nipples in tandem, eliciting a bright, sharp cry from your lips. “Does that hurt, bitch?” He snarls, pulling harder as you keep struggling, refusing to look at him, so he grabs your jaw, and leans down to speak directly into your ear. “I asked you, a fuckin’ question, bitch.” He draws a hand back and slaps your chest hard.

“Yes,” you gasp, and he grins, watching the beginning of tears form in your eyes, making his cock twitch. “Yes, it hurts.” He hits your chest again, enjoying the soft give under his rough calloused hands, before taking them again and burying his face between them for a moment. You gasp in pain again, and he closes his mouth over one of your nipples gently tweaking the other as you arch your back and moan.

“That’s yes, daddy.” He growls, going back to sucking at your nipple, licking and biting the sensitive nub, and you blink up at him for a moment, Midoriya making a strangled cry against the gag. He knew it, knew he’d guessed right as to what Deku had you call him in bed, and he waits, gives you a chance to safeword out before you speak with trembling lips.

“Y-yes, daddy.” You hide a little from him. “P-please don’t hurt me.” He softens, trailing a hand down your body, between your legs, just gently dipping it between your folds.

“You’re so fuckin’ wet,” He says, genuine surprise almost coloring his face, “You like this, huh slut?” You pause and he slaps your clit, harder than he means to, but you don’t cry out, just bite down on your lip as the tears spill over. “Answer me when I goddamn talk to you.”

“Yes,” you choke out a sob, “Yes, daddy, I like it.” He rewards you for your honesty with a soft soothing touch to the affected area, before starting to fuck you with his fingers, ghosting little touches over your clit, enough to make you react, but not enough to give you any relief.

“Good girl,” He coos, “You gonna shuttup and take whatever I give you?” You glance nervously at Midoriya, who looks so blissed out he’s barely paying attention. “Oi,” Bakugou snaps, “Focus up slut.”

“Yes,” you promise, “Yes d-daddy, ‘m gonna,” you shudder out a gasp when he pushes the two fingers a little deeper inside of you measuring every reaction carefully, and thrusting a little quicker accordingly, “m gonna take what, what you give me, promise.”

“You like him watchin’ you?” He asks, “You filthy fuckin’ thing, gettin’ so wet cause your boyfriend’s watchin’ you get fucked by his best friend?” Your eyes widen. “That’s right princess, you’re fuckin’ lucky I’m preppin’ ya. I’m sure that pretty little pussy of yours isn’t used to real cock.” The pleasure overwhelms you, writhe against the restraints, rolling your hips against his hand, doing anything to increase friction, increase pleasure, increase the sensation of- “Whaddya think?” Bakugou turns to Midoriya, “You wanna watch her cum on my fuckin’ fingers?” Midoriya whimpers plaintively, huge muscles bulging as he ruts his hips against his sweatpants, equally focused on his own pleasure. “Pathetic.” Bakugou spits.

“Oh,” you whimper, “Oh my god,”

“Yeah,” Bakugou smirks, “Am I your fuckin’ god bitch?” Your eyes lose focus as you get closer to your high. “Beg me to cum.” He orders, “Beg your god to make you cum, in front of your fuckin’ cuck asshole of a boyfriend?”

“Please,” you cry out, all shame forgotten, “Please, please can I cum,”

“Please can I cum, god,” He snarls and you nod quickly, gasping for breath as you try to ride the edge of the cliff.

“Please, please god,” he chuckles, he almost can’t believe you actually did it, “Can I cum please,”

“You wanna cum in front of him?” You nod quickly, toes curling as you bite down on your lip. “He ever make you feel this good?”

“No,” you breathe, “No never.”

“Look at him.” Bakugou orders, taking your jaw with his free hand and holding it so tightly it squishes your face, “Look at him, and cum.” Your orgasm rips through you, and your eyes roll in your head as your vision whites out and waves of pleasure rock your body. Bakugou doesn’t release your jaw, slowing his pumps in and out of your core in accordance with your breathing’s return to normal. When he sees your eyes regain some clarity he climbs over you, and shoving his fingers in your mouth. “Clean me the fuck off.” He snaps, and you obey immediately, sucking gently at his fingers. “Color?” He asks gruffly and you blink a couple times before it registers.

“Gween,” you mumble around his fingers, “M fine.” He smirks. Good. He could push you further. At this angle, you can get a better look at his cock, long and thick with a slight upward tilt, it’s intimidatingly large. You’re so focused on it, you almost don’t feel him adjust you, tying both of your wrist to one side of the headboard, closest to Midoriya. Your head dangles off the edge now, his careful knotwork on your far ankle the only thing keeping you from sliding to the floor. He walks around the bed and takes a moment, brushing the hair from your face before pressing the head of his cock, smooth and pink with need, against your soft lips. He thinks about it and reaches over, just barely managing to rip the gag off of Midoriya before turning his attention back to you, and how you’re stubbornly keeping your mouth closed. Deku sputters and spits out your panties.

“Fuck,” he breathes, “Please, please, untie my hands, I need,”

“You think you get to fuckin’ cum?” Bakugou turns to him, angrily. “Nah, you sick fuck, gettin’ off on watching your girlfriend get slapped around?” He thinks for a moment. “Tell you what, bitch,” and it’s unclear at first who he’s speaking to, “If I cum before you do, I’ll have her give you some attention while I fuck her brains out.” Deku just whimpers, his cock harder than it’s ever been in his life, just the sensation of it rubbing against his sweatpants is driving him insane, there’s a dark grey stain on his light grey sweatpants from precum.

“Open up,” Bakugou snaps, palming your breasts roughly, he knows it’s hard enough to bruise when you whimper, but he can’t help himself, you’re so soft. “I’m bein’ real nice to ya,” he says, slapping you across the face with his cock, “Especially when you’re just a dirty fuckin’ whore who cums for anyone who pays her a little attention huh?” Your eyes widen and you keep your mouth shut, shaking your head. He grins, and kneels beside you, “High and mighty all of a sudden, huh cocksleve,” he pinches your nose shut and you start to squirm, pulling at the rope around your wrists. “Breathing is for good girls.” He growls. “Course you could always open up that useless fuckin’ hole of yours, but you won’t do that will ya?” He shakes his head, with a mean laugh, “You know, I was gonna let you suck my dick rather than fuckin’ your face. Too bad you’re such a bratty little bitch huh?” Your face is warming, your lungs screaming for oxygen. You open your mouth, determined it’ll be quick but he’s got you where he wants you, shoving two thick fingers in between your lips, barely allowing you to suck in breath. “You got one last chance,” Bakugou says, “Or I’ll get something to hold this open for me, understand? Somethin’ unpleasant.” You nod, blinking more tears from your eyes as he stands back up and withdraws his fingers, barely letting you breathe before pushing his cock into your mouth. It’s heavy on your tongue, and in your current position, it slides effortlessly down your throat.

“Shit.” Midoriya breathes, watching the way your neck is bulging with his cock, “Shit that’s so fucking hot, oh my god,” he pulls at the bonds again, wanting to get up, to press down on the bulge, to see your tears spill as you gag.

“Fuck yeah,” Bakugou murmurs, the softest sound he’s made all night, “That’s it princess, fuck yeah,” his thrusts are careful, caluclated, allowing you to breathe just enough so that you stay conscious, delighting in your gasping sputtering gags, as he takes his cock out and taps it on your face, coating you in precum and your own spit, before sliding it back in. “You’re fuckin’ filthy,” he repeats, in the same amazed, breathless tone, “You don’t do this for that cuck, do you,” he pulls out to allow you to answer and you do, honestly,

“No,’ you wheeze, before he goes back to slowly and methodically fucking your throat, and Midoriya moans again loudly.

“Fuck, please, Kacchan, I swear, I’ll be good, I swear.”

“You’re beggin’ now?” Bakugou stops mid stroke, cock buried in you, his balls resting softly on your forehead as you begin to squirm, indicating that you need to breathe. “Tell me somethin’,” he says, “You think you wanna cum more than she needs to breathe right now?” Midoriya whines, “You tell me that you wanna cum, more than you wanna see me take my dick outta her airway, and I’ll have her suck you off.” You whimper against him, eyes wide, you need air, your lungs are burning with need. Midoriya thinks for a moment, mind hazy, thinking only of the pain between his legs, the dull ache taking over his mind.

“Need to cum,” He gasps, and Bakugou scowls, ripping his cock out of your mouth, letting you gasp for air as drool drips down your face, “More than she needs to breathe,”Midoriya says, watching you attempt to catch your breath. “Please, need it, need-” Bakugou gets up and snatches something from his bag, shoving the wiffle ball gag in the pro heroes mouth and fastening it behind his head.

“That’s about enough outta you.” Bakugou growls, and he can hear the muffled, Kacchan, kacchan you promised, but he ignores it, loosing your wrists from the side of the bed and fastening them back to the center before nearly effortlessly freeing your legs from each corner. Before you really know what’s happening, you’re flipped on your stomach, knees bent underneath you. He presses your back into an arch and gently rubs the head of his cock on your softness with a loud groan, before turning back to Midoriya. “Gonna forget about your ass for a little, and just enjoy your girlfriend’s sweet,” he inches inside, “Wet,” he takes a fistful of your ass before pushing another couple inches, “Cunt.” He pounds into you and you keen, laying on the side of your face so that you can look your boyfriend dead in the eyes, “Fuck baby,” Bakugou growls, as he pushes mewl after mewl from your lips. You’ve never felt this full before, this, satisfied, and your brain is a million miles away as you start to babble incoherently.

“Fuck, fuck yes,” you moan loudly, “Please, please don’t stop.”

“That’s it’ princess,” Bakugou moans, as you push back against his thrusts so that he can fuck you harder, every soft part of your body jiggling when his hips collide with your ass. He brings his hand down hard on your ass and you sigh with pleasure, reacting like he’d kissed you softly. He grins, somehow getting harder inside you, your perfect velvety walls squeezing him as you lose all sense of yourself.

“Please daddy,” you beg, “More, more please.” He lands another spank and you choke out a moan, this one betraying a little discomfort but with the way your cunt is squeezing and fluttering around him, he’s not about to stop.

“Atta fuckin’ girl,” Bakugou growls, “You close, you gonna cum for me?” You nod emphatically, ruse and roleplay and tied up boyfriend forgotten, you’re so drunk on the best cock you’ve had in years, that when you open your mouth to beg words barely come out.

“Please, daddy,” you say again, “Wanna cum on your cock, please,”

“So fuckin’ dirty,” he chides, “Tell me you love it.”

“I love it!” You chant, half cry, half sob, “I love it I love it so much!”

“Is this the best fuck you’ve ever had,” Bakugou taunts, expecting some resistance, but you just nod again,

“Yes,” you moan, face pressed to the bed, drool leaking from your mouth. Eyes unfocused. “Yes daddy, this’s the best fuck I’ve ever had.” Whatever self control Bakugou had been previously exercising dissipates at your words, pounding into you, brutally fucking you into oblivion.

“You can cum bitch,” He snaps, “Just tell me you’re my fuckin’ bitch, tell me who you goddamn belong to.”

“You, you, you, daddy!” You cry and he spanks you one last time, collapsing on top of you as you both cum, bodies tangled and twitching and sweaty, both only semi conscious of what’s happening. Bakugou remembers where he is before you do, and moves back, pulling out of your pussy with a lewd squelch, pressing a kiss to the top of your head before walking slowly up to your boyfriend. He pulls the gag out and Midoriya immediately whines.

“Please, please untie my hands, quickly.” Bakugou thinks about it, reaching for the knife he’d left on your bedside table.

“Depends.” Bakugou says, “You gonna eat my cum outta her pussy like a good boy?” Midoriya blinks a couple times.

“That, that wasn’t part of the deal, you weren’t even supposed to do that.” he hisses, and Bakugou shrugs, watching Midoriya’s pupils dilate as he looks at the cum leaking out of your pussy, while you shiver in the cool of the bedroom, then back to his own cock, the stain from the precum on his sweatpants growing.

“What’s it gonna be?” He says, and Midoriya nods slowly, then desperately as Bakugou slices through the tape and rope, letting the slightly shorter man leap across the room and bury his face in your cunt, suckling needily as he fists his own cock and you groan at the extra stimulation. It takes Deku about a full minute to reach his own climax, release splattering over his abs, he dabs at it with a t-shirt and then wipes his face, before collapsing next to you on the bed.

“Bunny,” he moans, “I love you so much.” Bakugou watches you swallow nervously, and gently unties your wrists from the headboard.

“Hold her, dumb shit.” Bakugou snaps. “Haven’t you ever heard of aftercare?” You sniff, and Bakugou yanks on his sweatpants before tossing you his t shirt. You wiggle into it as you begin to tremble. Midoriya pats your hand softly, and Bakugou rolls his eyes, lying down on the other side of you, pressing his chest to your back. “Good girl,” he rumbles, “You did such a good job for us,” He says, rubbing little circles in your hips with his thumb, then looking meaningfully at Midoriya.

“Oh uh,” he says, looking sheepish, “Good job, you were, you were so perfect, bunny, you’re so sweet for me all the time. You nod, sniffling harder.

“Thanks ‘zuku.” You say, snuggling into him, away from Bakugou, who swallows, and nods. “You were so mean, Bakugou,” you giggle lightly, “I didn’t think you could be so mean.” You shiver, and he presses his lips to your temple.

“You are smart, and strong, and beautiful.” He says in a low growl, trying to prompt Midoriya, who seems a bit distracted with his own bliss. “You know I don’t think of you like uh,” he thinks about it, “A uh, a cocksleeve.” You laugh softly, and he relaxes as some of the warmth returns to your eyes. “You’re a good girl.” He says again, and you sigh happily, relaxing into him. Something tugs at his heart, and he stands, cleaning up the bedroom while you take your boyfriend’s hand. “You should take a shower with her.” Bakugou says, hovering in the doorway. “Ah, you should you know, just like extra soft, extra nice, and stuff, you know just uh, this is a lot, it’s intense, and I know it’s her first time doing this kind of-”

“I’ll be fine.” Midoriya says, scooping you up in his arms. “Thank you honestly, we should do it again sometime, when she’s up for it.” Bakugou plays it as casually as he possibly can, eyes on your soft glossy lips. He swallows.

“Yeah uh, honestly,” he shrugs, “Had fun. So uh, when-”

“This weekend?” Midoriya says desperately, “Please?” Bakugou’s eyes flick to your limp form.

“Just uh, if she’s down, you know.”

“Oh yeah,” Midoriya says, “Baby’s such a sweet angel, I’m sure she’s down.” You nod softly into his chest and the blondes heart aches when you reach for him, squirming away from your boyfriend, wrapping your arms around his neck in a quick hug. It might be his imagination, but he feels your lips on his neck. He carefully watches Deku, but his eyes don’t catch any jealousy, any misgivings.

“I’m wearing your shirt?” You mumble, as if you’re just realizing, tugging it off and handing it to him. “You can’t go out like that.” He nods, taking the soft black shirt back and pulling it on.

“See, ya.” He says gruffly. “Cuck.” Midoriya blushes. “Princess.” He says gruffly, and he walks through your living room and into the hallway of the apartment building.

“C’mon bunny.” He hears Midoriya say, “Let’s get in the shower, unless you just wanna crash?”

Bakugou showers at his own place, tossing his backpack in the closet. He fluffs his hair in the mirror, doing some light stretches before lying in his bed. He tucks himself in, turns the light off, and starts scrolling through his phone. He reads the news for a bit before saying,

“Fuck it,” out loud, and opening pornhub. He scrolls through video after video, none of them scratching his itch, testing keywords and new phrases, until he finds what he’s looking for, someone with, fuck, the same color eyes as you, who stares at the camera with the same gentle innocence.

“Oh daddy,” the pornstar says in a kittenish voice, and he winces at the lack of verisimilitude, of connection, compared to what he’d just experienced. “Come on, daddy, your bad wittle girl wants to-” His phone vibrates with a text, rescuing him from just shutting down the browser all together.

You: hi

Bakugou: whats up

He curses himself for texting back so quickly, but relaxes when he sees the little dots indicating you’re typing.

You: ah izuku crashed.

Bakugou: shit sweetheart you gotta tell him he has to do aftercare with you or you’re not gonna be his fuckin kinky ginea pig.

You: I mean, I liked it.

Bakugou: obviously. Whats up tho.

You: um

You: now i feel bad. I dunno like, I’m shaky, I feel weird.

Bakugou: pain/fear = endorphins, you’re coming off a high

You: so no wine or depressants im guessing

Bakugou: no shit dumbass.

Bakugou: did he seriously crash?

You: yeah it’s nbd, he works a lot.

Bakugou: I work a lot.

Bakugou sighs, flipping his smartphone in his hands and fidgeting, porn forgotten.

Bakugou: call me.

You hesitate, curled up on the couch in one of Izuku’s t-shirts and a throw blanket. But you and Bakugou were friends, weren’t you? He’d made you feel so good, not just during the sex but after and before, and he’d always looked after you when you’d shrink inside yourself during large gatherings of Izuku’s hero friends. You press the phone icon.

“Hey,” There’s a rush of static when you breathe into the phone.

“Hey,” He repeats, and kicks himself for not thinking of a more emotionally intelligent greeting. “You uh, you okay?”

“I feel weird.” You say, and your voice sounds small, like you’re caving in on yourself. “I, I liked it, I had fun I just feel weird now.” There’s a pause, Bakugou doesn’t speak so you continue. “Bakugou if um, if you were here, what uh, what would you be doing?” He grunts a little, sitting up on his bed.

“Where are you?” He asks gruffly.

“The couch.”

“Oof,” Bakugou says, “Didn’t wanna get in bed with him?”

“No.” The admission falls from your lips, unbidden.

“Whatcha wearin’?” He asks and that gets a half hearted laugh out of you.

“Bakugou!”

“Shuttup it’s fucking relevant.” He snaps. You sigh into the phone.

“A t shirt, a bra and panties.” You say, “And I’m wrapped in a blanket.” He nods.

“Okay, If I were there,” He says, “I’d hold you, on the couch, with your head propped up on my arm, and I’d be helpin’ with you wherever it hurt.” He takes a deep breath. “So uh, where does it hurt?” He hears you stretch and sigh. You think about it, your whole body feels achey, in a good way, except for the pain just below your ribs.

“My throat is sore,” you say, after considering, and he chuckles,

“Yeah it is.”

“Shut up!” You hiss. “And um, my hips are sore, like where they meet my ribs?” In his apartment, Bakugou smirks.

“Yeah, I uh mighta gonna a little hard on you for a first timer.”

“I wasn’t a virgin.” You whisper defensively.

“Obviously.” He grunts. “Listen, you gotta uh, you’re not gonna feel better unless you comfort yourself, so grab some uh, like scented lotion, and work on the things that hurt, ice them or get a heating pad. Or kick deku the fuck out of bed and tell him to pay attention to his girlfriend.” You laugh lightly.

“Fuck,” you pause, “Should I do that?”

“Hell yes you should!” Bakugou says, a touch of anger seeping into his tone, “He asked you to do this for him, even if ya liked it I could tell we were leagues out of your comfort zone.”

“But I trust you.” For some reason that little interjection hits him hard, warmth spreading slowly across his chest. “And um,” you swallow, “He doesn’t like it when I wake him up, he gets a little uh,” you reach for the right word, “Cranky when he doesn’t get enough rest.”

“What’s Deku like when he’s cranky?” Bakugou says, barking out a laugh, “I’ve never seen it.” He instantly regrets his joking tone when you force out the most joyless laugh he’s ever heard.

“He’s um,” he hears your voice pinch, “He smiles the whole time, and says something like, you know, I’ve got so much on my plate, and I’ve got so much going on I just need to sleep and have a supportive partner, you can handle something simple like that, right?” You cough at the end of your terrible impersonation and treat Bakugou to the second most joyless laugh he’s ever heard.

“Shit, sweetheart.”

“I know,” your voice breaks, “I know it’s bad, I’m sorry, I shouldn’t have downplayed it, I-” you take a shakey breath, “This, this isn’t your problem, you shouldn’t-”

“Shut the fuck up, I’m coming over.”

“You can’t!” You breathe desperately, “He’ll wake up, and he’ll be upset with me.” Bakugou chuckles.

“He’s not gonna get mean with you in front of me.” You can hear him moving, presumably looking for shoes, “Deku’s got an image to protect. Let me in, I’ll be there in 10.”

“O-okay.” You press END on the call and he hears you let a choked sob into your pillow before the line disconnects. He groans loudly before tossing his phone across the room. That little sob, that tiny defeated sound echoes around his empty apartment. Fuck it. He’d run there.

You’re crying on the couch, partially ashamed of your weakness and partially still feeling completely unmoored when you hear a soft knock at the door. Tentatively, you stand, padding quietly to the door and looking through the peephole.

“Bakugou,” You swing the door open

“I don’t,” you fidget, “I don’t know about I mean, I don’t know if you should be here.” Bakugou nods slowly, but he can’t, he can’t just leave. You take him in, there’s a speckle of raindrops on his shoulder, and you realize, the light coat of sweat on his body, his sweatpants and t-shirt, he ran here.

“I just wanna,” he looks away, “I mean, I broke you apart, right, I know, I thought your fuckin’ boyfriend would put you back together, but uh, someone’s gotta.” You consider, and he watches your decision making process with interest, your eyes flick to the closed door where he can almost hear Deku snoring, then to his hands and back to his face. Almost in slow motion you take a single one of his fingers and lead him to the couch, sitting cross legged across from him. “How long uh,” he tucks his legs under the blanket, “How long has it been like this?”

“A few months.” You say, corners of your mouth drooping. “At first we’d fight about it, but I think he’s kinda given up. I was honestly thinking,” you look over your shoulder and then back at Bakugou, “About um, you know a more serious conversation, like a break, when he suggested we try this.” Bakugou blinks.

“He wanted to try, to try me and you, because-”

“He said he felt distant from me, and this might help I,” you chew your lip, “I really enjoyed it, I mean it’s not like he forced me,” a small sad smile spreads across your face, “I thought maybe he’d be jealous. Guess I was ah, hurting for it.” There’s a pause, and the two of you sit in the darkness, listening to Deku snore.

“People say a lotta shit about me.” Bakugou rumbles. “I don’t listen, for the most part, I,” he runs his fingers through his hair, “Like that I’m selfish, and competitive and an asshole, and I, I know I am those things, you know I just wander around, slicin’ people on my sharp edges, but I, I’m a fuckin’ hero at the end of the day this is the only job I ever wanted.” You nod.

“I understand.”

“I just,” He fumbles for the words, “So right now, when I say get the fuck over here, I just, I wanted you to know that’s the instinct I’m chasing.” Your eyes widen with surprise. He reaches out and takes your hand, guiding you until you’re lying down together, you facing him, about three inches of space between your bodies.

“Bakugou,” you whisper, “ I shouldn’t have let you in.”

“Why,” he cups your face with one hand, “So why did you?” You lean into his warmth, and take a deep breath.

“I think I, I wanted to be touched softly so bad.” He nods, gently stroking your cheek.

“I shouldn’t have come.” He responds, and then reassures you, “I won’t try shit, I promise, please, just, I can’t stand to see ya like this.” You let him fold you into his chest, shuddering into him. “Sometimes, I think, y’know him gettin’ his quirk from All Might, that it saved me a little.” You look up at him, surprised, only having seen Bakugou snap at the good natured ribbing from his friends at Him and Izuku’s old competition, Deku long having solidified his place as number one.

“What do you mean?” You whisper, and he shrugs.

“I think,” he murmurs, “I’d just hate to see myself as so much, y’know, as so big, so that people around me look like ants.” He thinks about it. “Especially, someone who loved me, uh, as much as you clearly love him.”

“I do.” Tears burn in your eyes now. “I love him so much. Do you wanna hear something funny?” He nods.

“Sure.”

“I tried.” You breathe. “I said, I think maybe we’re meant for a deep and meaningful friendship, and uh, he just said no, I don’t think that’s it.” Bakugou snorts and your eyes widen. “Shhhh!”

“Listen,” Bakugou rumbles. “Keep tryin’ if you love the idiot or whatever.” He pulls away so you can see him grin. “He already texted me about this weekend.” You smile despite yourself. “I got some ideas myself,” you feel his lips on your cheek, on your ear, “‘S far as I’m concerned, when he gives you to me, you’re fuckin’ mine.” You bury your face in his chest and he tangles his hands in your hair. He smells so good, and he’s so warm, you realize you could fall asleep right there.

“Mmhm, okay.” You mumble. “Question.”

“What’s up?” He whispers.

“You’re not, you know, doing this to um, get back at him, for like-”

“No.” Bakugou says, louder than he means. “Nah, I uh, I mean fuckin’ deku’s girlfriend sounded fun to me when he proposed it but I uh, I’m not here right now for anythin’ other than, y’know I was worried about you.”

“Really?” You mumble. “Getting soft on me, Dynamight?” He chuckles lowly.

“Brat to me at your own fuckin’ risk sweeheart.” You shudder. “Aw,” He breathes, “Is baby scared?”

“No.” You protest, “I’m not scared of you.” He presses his lips to your forehead.

“You shouldn’t have said that. Now I’m gonna-” You both freeze when you hear Midoriya turn over in bed and then call,

“Bunny,” He calls, and Bakugou smirks at you, “You coming to bed?”

“Yep!” You say quickly, standing, Bakugou immediately missing the warmth and weight of your body in his arms.

“Bunny?” Bakugou mouths, shaking his head with a smirk, and you shrug, shooing the huge blonde towards the door.

“Get out.” You close the door on him quickly, and run to your bedroom, scooting quickly underneath your blanket and moving towards your boyfriends.

“Hey,” you whisper in the dark, guilt ripping through you, “Hey Izuku.” He moves closer to you, wrapping his arms around you and crushing you to his chest before letting you flop next to him. “Hey,” you try again, “Hey, I know, um, just if we do that again um, I just need, um some more like, attention from you after.” He props his head up, clearly struggling to stay awake.

“What?”

“You know, um,” you fidget with the sheets. “Bakugou said we were supposed to do aftercare and stuff and I-”

“I know,” Deku sighs happily. “You know, I work so much, and I spend all day helping people, and I just, I feel so grateful to have a partner who is so self sufficient.” Your heart thrums in your chest. “I mean I don’t have a ton of energy at the end of the day but you’re always around when I need you.” You swallow.

“Yeah um,” your eyes well with tears. “Sometimes, Izuku, I need support too.” There’s a silence. “Izuku?” You hear a snore, and realize he’s fallen asleep. Your phone buzzes.

Bakugou: don’t stay up too late.

You: I won’t.

You: why did you worry about me

Bakugou: he said he loved you and you flinched.

You: did I?

Bakugou: i told you.

Bakugou: this is the only job I ever wanted. So I pay attention.

You: huh

Bakugou: sleep.

You: yes, will do.

A few days later you’re coming back in with a light bag of groceries, and Deku is sitting at your apartment island, scrolling through his phone.

“Hey,” He runs to you and holds you to his chest, pressing a kiss to the top of your head. He’s stepped up the affection since having Bakugou over, though he’s as hard to read as ever. You take a deep breath through your nose. “Kacchan’s coming later, you up for it?” You swallow nervously, you hadn’t talked to Bakugou since he came over and he hadn’t reached out again, but it was undeniably the best sex of your life, you shiver at just the memory of his hands on your body.

“Yeah.” You smile, mouth going dry. “What’s in the box?” Deku shrugs.

“It’s addressed to you.” You open it and your gasp draws his attention.

“Holy shit.” He breathes, eyes like saucers, “Put that on right now.” The Dynamight Official lingerie is complicated, with an elastic around your waist, white with orange lettering, attached to a pair of dark green thigh highs, that your skin squishes around, the plush of your waist and thighs soft around the elastic. The bra is also dark green, with an elastic band, with the same orange lettering on white, but the final straw is the pair of mid waisted dark green mesh panties, with sheer panels, and a message sewn right into the crotch, right where the threads would brush the most sensitive parts of a woman, matching the lining around your waist, under your bust, and you haven’t seen it yet, but dangling from the green leather collar in the box, Property Of Dynamight.

Your heart is racing, as you wiggle into the lingerie, straightening the thigh highs.

“Baby,” Deku groans, “Baby this is so fucking hot.” Your face is warm and you fidget as he cups your face in his hands and palms your breast. “Fuck you look so good like this.” He reaches for you, and the door opens, and all 6’6 of Bakugou Katsuki looms in the doorway, all the blood in his head rushing below his waist at the sight of you, covered in his name. All he does, however, is walk over and reach into the box, removing the expensive leather collar and leash.

“Forgot the most important part,” he hits Deku lightly on the back of the head. “Shithead.”

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welcome home

bakugou katsuki x fem!reader

wc: 4.2k

summary: your fiance is returning home after six months abroad and you can't wait to see him. Will the two of you be able to make it home before your emotions and need for each other take over?

cw: FLUFF, SMUT (no real dynamics, soft sex, car sex, praise kink (giving and receiving), creampie, unprotected sex, biting, riding, big dick bakugou supremacy, manhandling, one ass slap but its sweet i promise), established relationship, implied that reader is shorter than bakugou, bakugou lifts reader and manhandles her, nicknames (princess, angel, variety of girl variations)

a/n: happy birthday to the love of my life and husband. you deserve the world and i'm going to go bake you cupcakes right now. cheers to the only man i will stay up until five am writing for.

minors do not interact. this work contains mature themes and if you continue reading you have agreed you are willing to see such content

Roller wheels glide over the metal grates leading to the escalator as you bounce on your feet. You probably look like a crazy woman: your head constantly bobbing and scanning to see around the other people crowding the waiting area of the airport.

You're all here for the same reason; many of Japan’s top pro-heroes went abroad for consultation missions and today is the day that most of them are returning.

It’s been the longest six weeks of your life, anxiously waiting for your fiance to come home. Calls and video chats are nothing compared to the real thing. You can’t wait to see him, to touch him, and that’s probably the reason you arrived two hours early.

One by one, you watch as families are reunited with their heroes; they laugh and hug, making your heart hurt until you are the sole person left in the waiting area.

Maybe being so early wasn't a good idea.

You take a seat and get comfortable, checking the time only to realize you still have an hour and twenty minutes until Bakugou’s plane is scheduled to land.

Your head falls into your hands and you replay the day Bakugou left for the millionth time.

His normally spikey hair was crushed under a baseball hat and his red eyes were hidden behind a pair of sunglasses. You had made fun of him then, having to fly commercial and disguising himself to avoid being recognized in the airport, but now you can’t wait to see the brim of that old tattered All-Might hat.

You remember what he said when tears started forming in your eyes as he said goodbye, “It’s only 6 weeks, princess. Betcha won't even notice I’m gone.”

But you could feel the tremble in his arms when he hugged you one last time. And if you could put money on it, you’d be willing to bet he was hiding his watery eyes with his sunglasses. Tricky bastard.

But none of that matters now, you remind yourself because he’s going to be here in —you check your phone again— an hour and eighteen minutes.

You let out an exasperated sigh as you slouch down in the chair, throwing your arm over your eyes.

A small nudge to your shoulder makes you open your eyes and you're face to face with Inko Midoriya. You blink away the haze and realize that you must have dozed off.

“Hi dear, time to wake up. The boys should be here any minute!”

You sit up, blinking away the sleep still clouding your eyes, and look over at a beaming Inko. She must be so excited to see Izuku after so long, and you can't help but smile back at her.

“Thanks for waking me up, I didn't realize I had fallen asleep. Are you here alone? Where’s—”

“Oh don't worry about her, she's at home finishing dinner to surprise Izuku. He still thinks she's abroad so it will be a nice surprise.

You laugh and shake your head. “That makes sense. When did you get here?”

“Just over an hour ago,” she smiles, “I sat down next to you and did some reading.”

“Thanks, Inko.” She told you to stop calling her ‘Mrs. Midoriya’ years ago but even now it feels weird to address her by her first name. You look down at your phone and their plane definitely should have landed by now. The excited energy that your nap stole from you is starting to return. “Should we go wait with everyone else?”

She puts her book away and the two of you make your way toward the rest of the crowd. Mothers, fathers, children, partners, and friends all wait for their expected hero. Some have signs or merch but no one can beat Inko.

She reaches into her bag, pulling out a green knitted scarf with ‘D E K U’ knitted in a dull yellow, and holds it tightly in her hands. She looks so adorable waiting for him and you can't help linking your arm with hers, hoping that it can ground both of you because you feel like you're going to float away.

The first hero comes into view, a young upstart a year or two under Katsuki and Izuku. She waves at the security guard sitting at the ‘no re-entry’ desk before being greeted by squeals and running hugs from three girls that look like they could be her sisters. She almost falls over from the force of it but after a few seconds of suffocating hugs, she manages to get the girls to keep moving towards the exit.

Your heart starts to beat faster in your chest and you don't know what you're going to do when you see him. Will it be a movie reunion where you jump into his arms and share a searing kiss? Or will you be frozen in this spot unable to move?

You have a lot of time to ponder it as more and more heroes emerge. You even get a high five from Denki before he dashes off towards the subway.

The crown thins out until there are only a handful of you left waiting, including you and Inko.

The excited racing of your heart starts to turn into anxiety. What if they got detained, or went to the wrong airport, or even worse, what if something happened to their plane? You haven't checked your phone for news since you got here; what if there was an attack and you missed it?

Your palms start to sweat and the tightening in your chest is only egging on the anxious energy inside you. But before you can start to spiral, Inko taps her hand on yours. You look over at her and there are tears brimming in her eyes.

You follow her gaze and see them.

Kirishima’s bright red hair draws your attention first; his jean jacket and black hat can't hide his enormous stature as he adjusts his backpack over his shoulder, smiling at Deku next to him.

Izuku's hand moves wildly, recounting some tale from his time abroad. His fluffy green hair ruffles as he walks, pulling his roller bag along behind him.

And then you look at him.

Your heart sputters in your chest. His spikey hair is messily stuffed under that old baseball cap, and he wears a dark green jacket over a plain white tee. The duffle bag strap is slung over his shoulder and even for how heavy it is, it's nothing for him.

You fight the smile forming on your face as you watch him. The group hasn’t spotted you yet, giving you more time to take in the beauty that is Bakugou Katsuki.

You can see from here that his eyebrows are furrowed. He must be annoyed at whatever story Izuku is telling, and you're sure you'll hear all about it later.

Eijiro leans forward and looks around Deku at Katsuki, saying something that makes Bakugou turn his head away with a pout. Izuku and Eijiro howl with laughter until Kirishima notices you. He puts his hand on Deku’s shoulder, tilting his head towards you, and the two of them share a look before turning back to their blonde friend.

Kirishima rests his elbow on Izuku’s shoulder and the two of them say something in sync that makes Katsuki’s red eyes flare. His lips upturn into a sneer and he's about to yell at them until Kirishima sends him a full smile and points his thumb in your direction.

Bakugou’s face turns and when he sees you, everything about him softens. His chest deflates and the tension that's been building in his shoulders over the past few months finally releases.

His gaze pierces your soul and the air around you whirls with exhilaration. You take a deep breath as tears form in the corner of your eyes.

He's finally here.

Finally home.

You take a deep breath in; you can't look away from him. Six months without him is six months too long.

Katsuki turns to his friends, spitting a few words and flipping them off before he starts to jog towards you.

Inko pats your hand again, before removing your hands from her arm. “Go get him.”

You give her a smile and nod as Bakugou passes over the ‘no re entry’ line.

Your feet move on their own, and you run towards him.

He drops his duffle bag on the ground, and you are swept into his open arms. You wrap your arms around his neck as he hoists you up, holding you against his warm body.

All of your senses are enveloped by him. All you can see, smell, feel. It's all him. The blonde of his hair under his hat, the aftershave he used this morning, his strong arms anchoring you to his soul. It’s everything you've been dreaming of since he left.

He nuzzles his nose into your shirt, taking a deep breath, “I missed you.”

You nod your head and sniffle, “Me too, so much.”

Katsuki’s arms tighten around you as Kirishima pats him on the back. “See you guys later, I’ve got to go surprise a special someone.” He gives a two-fingered salute and heads towards the metro entrance with a skip in his step.

Bakugou leans forward, placing your feet on the floor, but he refuses to let go of you. His hands move to your hips, pulling you closer against him.

You grab the bill of his hat, taking it off his head to place it on your own head, backwards. He ruffles his flattened hair before his eyes fall to yours and he smiles. He actually smiles, and it makes your heart soar.

Your breath mingles as the two of you share this moment and you can't take your eyes off him. Everything about him feels right, like the puzzle piece of your soul that is finally returned to you.

He cups your face with the palm of his hand and his gaze falls to your lips. His eyes are half-lidded and filled with love as he licks his lips.

“Missed this,” he softly whispers, slowly leaning closer and closer to you., until your lips meet.

His lips are soft as he presses them to yours. Your eyes flutter close as his fingers brush against your cheek. Your heart glows in your chest as he slowly drags his lips over yours and butterflies erupt in your stomach. Your hands squeeze at the fabric of his shirt, bunching up the fabric and holding him still against you.

You don't want the kiss to end, who cares if you're in an airport or if people can watch. You're his and he's yours and you need everyone here, everyone in Japan, and everyone in the world to know it. Your man, your fiance, your Katsuki.

You start to run out of breath and pull away from him and place your forehead against his, breathing him in and letting your hearts reset until they are beating in sync once again.

There's no way the smile on your face is leaving anytime soon, and the crinkle in the corner of Katsuki’s eyes tells you how happy he is to be back with you.

Izuku clears his throat next to you, and the two of you turn towards him.

“We’re going to get going, get home safe, alright? And dinner next week, don't forget!” Deku puts on the scarf his mother made and walks towards the exit with his arm around her shoulder as Inko wipes at the tears in her eyes.

Katsuki places a quick kiss on the crown of your head and leans down to collect his bag, throwing the strap back over his shoulder. You cuddle into his side, wrapping your arms around his middle, and he takes the opportunity to put his hand in your back pocket.

“So, what floor did you park on?” he asks, pinching your butt through the fabric.

You take a deep breath, smelling his deodorant t and smile up at him, “You know I only park on the ninth floor.”

“Yeah, that's my fucking girl.” He smirks, kissing the top of your head again as you make your way to the elevator.

You ask him about his flight as you head towards the car, riding the elevator up to the top floor, and lead him towards the car, although it isn't hard to find. It's the only one on the entire floor.

The ninth floor is your best-kept secret; no one ever parks up here. Why park on the ninth floor when floors six, seven, and eight are all completely empty? It's become a little ritual of yours: park on the ninth, get dicked down, and deal with airport traffic happy and content, holding his hand. It makes perfect sense.

The black SUV sits at the far corner and you unlock it with a smile. Katsuki leads you towards the side of the car, opening the door for you graciously.

He watches you climb in and you make yourself comfortable against the opposite door as he quickly opens the hatch and throws his duffle bag in.

Katsuki closes the hatch with an eagerness that makes you giggle and jogs back to the open door. He takes a quick look around for any prying eyes that he may have missed before he climbs into the car and closes the door behind him.

The electric air in the car pulls you closer together, drawing you in like a moth to a flame. The warm air in the car only makes your body feel hotter and every second that you're not kissing him is a minute wasted.

The car is only illuminated by the garage lights outside and, through the blacked-out windows, not a lot of the light makes it through. But even so, you can see how his eyes bore into you, undressing you with his intense gaze.

Six months away and not being able to see him, his cock, not being able to feel him inside you, or the way that his hands cling to you. It’s been torture, and you’ve spent countless nights imagining how he touches your body.

And now here he is.

He takes off his jacket, throwing it in the back, and leaving him in nothing other than his white t-shirt and jeans. He barely gives you any time to admire the way his muscles bulge in the shirt before he’s kissing you.

It’s nothing like your kiss in the airport. This is hungry and all-consuming. His lips move against yours, pulling you into a duel, and you can't refuse.

You thread your hands into his hair, pulling him closer until he's practically crushing you against the door, but you've missed him too much to care. Who needs oxygen when you have him?

He deepens the kiss, tilting his head and rolling his tongue against yours. It's sloppy and messy as your teeth clash together. It's an engrossing lust that devours every inch of you.

The touch of his hands against your skin under your shirt, the fierce passion that he exudes into everything, the soft sigh that escapes you as the tip of his tongue runs along yours. You're going to burn up at this rate.

Moisture begins to pool between your legs and you need relief. You need him.

“Katsuki,” you moan into his mouth and he groans from the sound. His hands understand what you need and he starts to undo the button on your pants. It's a bad angle, a bad position, but he guides his hand down your pants, reaching the very deepest part of you.

You know you're wet, and from the sound he makes as he glides his fingers through your folds, you must be soaking.

“You're so fucking hot.” He sneers before he plunges two fingers inside of you.

Your mouth falls open and your eyes roll into the back of your head. His fingers curl inside you and you're reminded of how well he knows your body.

His hand moves faster, curling inside you as his lips attach to your neck, kissing your skin.

You grab at his shoulder, grounding yourself as he inserts a third finger inside you. The stretch is enough for you to gasp but it's nothing compared to the stretch from his cock.

You buck your hips into his hand, and your jeans ride down your hips giving him better access to every part of you.

His thumb circles your clit, and you can feel the building pressure in you, ready to snap.

His lips against your neck turn into teeth as he nips at your skin, just enough to sting, but it's enough to send you over the edge. You gush around his fingers, your cunt pulsing as your orgasm rockets through you. Your back arches as you claw at Katsuki’s shirt, letting out a strangled moan as he pulls his fingers from you.

You look at him through tired eyes; his half-lidded gaze focuses on your heaving chest until slowly his eyes meet yours. A smile spreads across his face, twisted in a way, sending another round of heat through you.

He raises an eyebrow at you. “What, angel? Tired already? You haven't even gotten to the main course yet.”

“You're right, what’s taking you so long?” you reply, pushing him back, before grabbing the hem of your shirt and pulling it over your head.

The devil dances behind his eyes as he smirks. His hands long to caress the flesh that you've just exposed to him, but if you want to play, he can play too.

He grabs the collar of his shirt and pulls at the fabric, until his forearm hits the roof of the car. His shirt is halfway up his arms, covering his face and he can't move his arms enough to get the shirt off without flailing around.

You cover your laugh as he tries pulling at the fabric again and once again hitting the ceiling. After another attempt, he lets his arms fall limp towards you.

You can hear the pout in his voice as he asks for help, slightly raising up his arms in your direction.

You shake your laugh away, slightly cooing at him, “Say still, let me just—” You pull the fabric over his arms and when it gets to his hands, he balls it up into an angry lump, throwing it on the car floor.

“Damn thing.” His red eyes rake over your form until landing on your pants. “These next.”

You kick off your shoes as Katsuki grabs the waist of your pants and underwear and starts pulling them down. You lift your hips to help him and as the fabric is pulled off of you, the fabric starts to catch on itself and begins turning inside out. By the time the fabric reaches your feet, it’s all wound around and clings to your ankles.

“Come on,” he says with a grunt and a final pull, ripping the fabric off of you. It joins his disowned shirt on the floor and Katsuki huffs in frustration.

You push him back; you don't dare let him attempt to take off his own pants, unless you want the car blown up at his failure.

You can feel how hard he is under the fabric of his jeans, and it makes your mouth water.

“Damn, princess, you’re—” you tug on his belt, as a gasp leaves his mouth, “—you’re fucking eager for it, huh?”

“Mhmm, and I don't want you to blow anything just yet,” you respond, slipping your fingers under the waistband of his pants. His skin is warm against your fingers as you pull down and the fabric slides to his ankles with ease.

His leaky cock rests against his thigh, the weight of him unable to hold itself up. You almost get lost thinking about how big he is and how he feels sliding into the back of your throat, but the promise of him filling you up is much too good to pass up.

“Come ‘ere.” He demands and you sit up on your knees and move closer to him, until he grabs your thigh. His thick hands manhandle you until you're straddling him.

One of his hands rests along your hip while the other caresses your jaw. He leans forward, capturing your lips in another kiss.

You experimentally grind your hips down, brushing his cock against your folds and Bakugou groans into your mouth.

His cock is so thick, and you can feel the head catch against your clit as you continue pressing down against him. You slide against the thick vein running from base to tip along the top of him while his tongue licks against the roof of your mouth.

You swirl your hips, catching the head of his cock against your entrance. Katsuki reaches between your bodies, holding his huge cock in his hand to make it easier to sink down on.

You slowly lower yourself on him and it really does feel like you're being split in half as he pushes him deeper into you.

Your eyes flutter when he's fully inside you. The soft head of his cock resting snug inside you is a feeling you can only describe as being full. Your head falls back as you savor the stretch.

Katsuki kisses up your neck, nipping at your skin as he slowly makes his way back to your lips.

You roll your hips, making him gasp against your neck, and set a slow pace. Each grind of your hips pushes him against that spongy spot inside you. His hard cock pressing in and out, setting a slow greedy pace.

“Fuck,” Katsuki’s voice rasps, “‘M not gonna last. You feel too damn good.”

You let out a shakey breath as his hands grip at your waist. “Me too. So full.”

The steamy air around you doesn't help with the sweat on your body, but even so, you feel ethereal. You're fucking the love of your life like two horny teenagers in an airport parking garage. You‘ll need to stop this behavior eventually but god, you never want this to stop.

Your legs start to shake around him and your hips stutter. It’s hard to keep pace when every muscle in your body is tensing. You steady yourself by grabbing onto Katsuki’s shoulders, digging your fingernails into his skin as you moan his name.

There's a primal look in his eyes as he grabs your ass, and as he flexes his biceps, you realize what he's doing. He’s moving your body for you, bouncing you on his cock.

His muscles bulge under your hand as he guides you down his cock over and over again. Your cunt clamps down around him, making it even harder for him to move, but he keeps going.

Your moans are starting to burn your throat, your voice starting to scratch your throat as you moan, begging for more of him.

His ragged breathing is mixed with whines and your brain can hardly process anything, only the feel of his warm hands against you. The rough palms holding you, the warmth they exude over every piece of you. It drowns your mind and makes your eyes heavy.

“So strong,” you babble, “Feels so good, Kats. Always so good to me.”

His movements stutter at your words until you clench around him again. His hips thrusting into you as he drags his cock in and out of you with dizzying friction.

“‘Can feel you're ‘bout to cum, so cum for me, pretty girl.”

Your eyes roll into the back of your head and you cum with his name on your lips. Your mind sent up to cloud nine as your cunt milks him, pulling him deeper within you.

He thrusts a few more times in you and holds you against him, squeezing your ass as he pumps you full of his cum. The muscles on his neck strain as his body twitches with the force of his orgasm.

Your body relaxes against him and you rest your head on his shoulder, trying to catch your breath.

Katsuki isn’t much better as he leans his head back against the headrest, closing his eyes with a small smile.

The muscles in your legs twitch and you clench around him still inside you.

He shakes his head and speaks, “Don't squeeze me—” he lets his hand fall against your ass giving you a light motivating spank “—come on, off.”

You refuse, clinging on to him. You wrap your arms around his neck and hold on tightly and pout, “No, I wanna stay full.”

You feel his dick kick inside you as he huffs. You know if he really wanted you to get off, he would have done it already.

He stretches his neck, cracking it on one side. “I just got home, I don't want to ‘woman’ you already.

“But I like when you do,” you say as you draw a heart on his chest with your finger absentmindedly.

He rolls his eyes and levels his gaze on you. “Off, woman, so we can go home and I can fuck you properly.”

You kiss his cheek sweetly. “Well, when you put it like that…”

“Yeah, I knew that’d get you.” He grabs your face and pulls you into a searing kiss. His lips smile against yours and you thread your hands into his hair, scratching gently at his scalp.

“Welcome home, Katsuki.”

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