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Katsuki Bakugou X Secretary!Reader

Summary: Working as the secretary to the famous designer Katsuki Bakugou hasn't been easy - however you find out you have it easier than most. Soon after that, you find out why.

Warnings: 18+ MINORS DNI. Power Dynamic (VERY inappropriate boss/employee relationship). Swearing. Smidge of making-out. Bakugou probably gives off manipulative yandere vibes. Reader; wears a skirt, is called 'baby', otherwise is g/n (unless I've missed something T-T).

Listening to: 'Donatella' by Lady Gaga - "I wanna dress you up in silk taffeta, tailor these clothes to fit your guilt, what's your size?"

Masterlist || Ko-Fi

The Bakugou brand was known all over the world. From Gucci to Balenciaga, Bakugou was a name everyone in the fashion industry respected - and when it came to the man behind it all, it was also a name to be feared.

Katsuki Bakugou, with his grown wealth, fame, and the power that went with them, was practically a god on earth.

You were the one lucky (or pitied) person chosen to work closely with him. A secretarial assistant job to none other than the man himself was a job so many people would die for. It was also a job many before you had almost died while enduring. No one had lasted longer than a year. It barely took a week for you to figure out why.

Katsuki wasn’t just a diva, or a bitch (although he certainly was those things too) - he was the devil in Christopher Goodyear Welt’s.

By three months working under the blond tyrant, you had decided your life could be worse. You weren’t sure why all his previous assistants weren’t able to handle it - not until you walked into work this morning.

Katsuki was already in his office - a situation you hadn’t come across yet since he had a strict nine-to-five schedule he adored - and was practically roaring at someone down the receiver of his landline. He had a temper on him, sure - he was as famous for it as he was for his designs - but you’d yet to see him quite this angry before.

“You wouldn’t know corduroy if you spent your nine months in the womb with it!” you heard as you set your bag aside and hooked your coat up. “Get me Eijirou you shitty prick!”

You settled at your desk, eying his shadow through the frosted glass as he paced back and forth as you powered on your computer. Your eyes flickered down to the phone on your desk - if you picked it up you’d be able to hear the person on the other end - however if Katsuki caught you eavesdropping more than you already where (not that you had much of a choice right now) you would be in a whole new world of trouble.

“Put me on hold, I dare you.” Was the final thing Katsuki said before slamming the phone back down. It became eerily quiet. You barely dared to breathe.

Hearing his footfalls softly stalk across the carpet of his office, you tucked your head down and opened a random email to look busy.

“Where the fuck have you been all morning?” Your eyes rose to meet his vermilion ones. He had on that black button down that made his shoulders seem extra wide. For a moment words failed you - but you kicked your brain into gear quickly.

“Sir, it’s only eight thirty?”

“I’ve needed you here since six.” he said, leaning forward with a hand sprawled across your desk, looming over you in a way you had become quite accustomed to, and sending a dizzying waft of his cologne in your direction.

“I was very unaware of that,” you said, almost apologizing, but then thinking otherwise. You had been learning quickly the things Katsuki liked people saying, and the things he liked less so. “What can I do now?”

“Absolutely fucking nothing. You’re useless now.” he leant back, waving you off and sighing. “I need a coffee.” he said, turning on his heel back into the office.

“Useless my ass - who else gets you coffee?” you mumbled, quickly clicking through the email so you didn’t forget to later. Katsuki could be an absolute bitch, but at least he hadn’t yelled at you specifically - yet.

The little kitchenette across from your desk made coffee runs very easy - the only issue was that it still took a while. No instant or pod coffee’s for the great Katsuki.

Ten minutes later and you were pushing the door to Katsuki’s office open with one hand full of cayenne pepper infused coffee, and the other holding the latest Vogue magazine that had just been dropped at your desk.

You wordlessly placed the coffee on a coaster, and the magazine went from the table into his hands before you could even put it on the table. He likewise silently started flicking through the pages - but you had things to talk about.

“What was the issue this morning?” You asked, straight to the point. He didn’t look up at you when he answered, instead stayed focused on the pages as he fingered through them.

“Some extra who can’t get his head out of the twentieth century.” He said, taking a large mouthful of his drink. If he liked it he’d say nothing - often the only time he gave his opinion on things was when he didn’t like something. “He won’t call back.”

“They always do.” You said, standing firm until you had the answers you sought - coming back to ask the same thing twice was such a hassle for the both of you. “I’d appreciate knowing what to say when he does.”

“I don’t care,” he said, flicking the magazine down in exasperation to look up at you with a heatless scowl. “If it’s Eijirou you can patch him through, everyone else is a complete waste of time.”

Your eyebrows raised in something akin to surrender as your hands smoothed down the fabric of your skirt.

“Don’t forget your meeting with the seamstresses after lunch.” You said, then left to return to answering your emails and phone calls.

You always took your lunches with Hanta - a seamster two floors below Katsuki’s office. You found him extremely chill after having to deal with your whirlwind of a boss. He was like your lifeline - better yet, he could keep secrets like it was nobody’s business.

“I walked in this morning and I swear the glass for the whole floor was rattling.” you said, looking down into your cup of canteen-supplied orange juice. “If I wasn’t so sure he wasn’t going to hurt me I’d probably quit.”

“You know I’m like ninety percent sure you’re his favorite.” Hanta said. Your eyes shot up to his, but he wasn’t looking at you.

“I doubt that would be hard,” you said slowly, “His past secretaries sounded super incompetent for a job this fast-paced.”

“No, not just a secretary, but a person. I think your his favorite person in the whole world.” he said, tucking a stray hair behind his ear. “He can scream at me, hell he’s thrown punches at Kirishima, and he’s Kirishima - you though? He acts like you’re porcelain.”

You felt your face scrunch up into a frown, and a huge smile cracked over Hanta’s face. “I can see why he likes you - you look just as scary as him when you make that face.”

“Hanta Sero, you take that back!” You said, voice almost too shrill besides the hum of the lunchtime cafeteria rush.

“I will do no such thing,” he said, leaning back in his chair, and crossing his arms and legs in a slow, cat-like manner. “I think it’s hilarious. Needed something new to tease you over anyway.”

“I am simply going to ignore you then.” you said. You felt your face scrunch even more, before you took a deep breath to relax. “You don’t deserve my attention right now anyway.”

Hanta huffed a laugh, leaning forward on his elbows. “I think we both know who really wants your attention, and I’m not going to be the person to fight him for it.”

Katsuki’s afternoon meeting had gone smoothly - you thought that it must mean some catastrophic hurricane was due later that afternoon. Or maybe you’d get hit by a car on the way home. Either way, the pleasant meeting meant Katsuki was either in a really good mood - or a really bad one.

On his way back into his office, he threw an order to call Eijirou at you over his shoulder, before throwing the doors open and entering his office.

“It’s important.” he said, and that was where the conversation ended. When you dialed the number only to be met with the receptionist - not even patched through to Eijirou’s assistant Denki - you practically rolled your eyes.

“I’ve got Marcel!” Silence was the stern reply. You’d spoken to him a few times - not the nicest guy in the world, so in your opinion Katsuki’s hatred of the man was valid/ You didn’t want to speak with him either, so you hung up.

Then there was a call of your name.

“Come here!” You sighed, but obeyed and walked around your desk and into Katsuki’s office. You were met with a sight that wasn’t foreign to you - but it made your heart stutter all the same. He was leant back in his chair, a large drawing pad against his folded knee, and a pencil pressed into his cheek. He was watching you closely as you walked in, red eyes partially covered by a set of half-rimmed reading glasses.

Your boss was mean, but his looks could make the devil cry.

“I am… Promoting you.” he said. You felt your mouth fall open in shock.

“I - Sir, I don’t -”

“Katsuki.” he said, voice now as hard as his stare. “No more ‘Sir’. You call me by my name. Understand?”

“Okay…” you said, voice breathless as joy swirled in your chest (finally, your hard work and patience had paid off!), “Katsuki.”

At the sound of you saying his name, he declined further back in his seat, and smiled - wide and showing off both canines.

“That’s much better,” he said, as if he’d been waiting for the change of title formalities, “Now sit down, we have a lot to talk about.”

You went to sit at the chair in front of his desk but he shook his head, almost jumping to his feet like he’d had hot coffee spilled on his lap. His suddenness had you freezing.

“No no, not there,” he said, waving the chair away with disgust, “Over there.” He pointed over to the chaise as if it was the most obvious place in the room to sit, then sat back in his own chair again.

Turning, you took a tentative seat on the sofa, and looked across at him expectantly with your tongue between your teeth. His pencil had found a new home on the open page of his sketchbook, and you quickly realized he was going to be multitasking this impromptu meeting. However he was making little to no effort at starting this ‘talk’ he seemed so urgent to begin only moments ago.

“So is there anything else to this promotion besides being able to call you ‘Katsuki’, or is that it?” you asked. His eyes flicked up at you, pencil stopped, and the side of his mouth quirked up, before his expressions changed completely to one of disapproval again.

“There’s more.” he said. You could see how tempted he was to not say more, if only to push your patience and see just how far it went. “You probably should know about it, considering just how personal things are going to get around here.”

You felt your heart beat pick up as he stood to stalk around the desk.

“What do you mean?”

“You’re going to need to find a new you, let's start with that.” he said, and pushed your shoulder back with the eraser end of the pencil. You fell back against the couch, and the pencil moved to guide one arm across the back of the chair - then crossed one leg over the other - then moved your other hand on top of your knee. Before you knew it you had been moved to pose like a sketching doll.

Katsuki gave you a once over, looking very pleased with himself (or how easy you were to manipulate), then walked back over to his desk. The pencil started again.

“You want a new secretary?” You finally heard yourself ask, voice coming out far too weak for your liking.

“More like you need an assistant.” he said, attention clearly divided between whatever he was designing, and your conversation, “Your schedule is going to be a lot busier as of now.”

“What do you mean?” you asked again. His head shook.

“If you ask that question again I’m going to have this conversation with you some other time.”

“You do know how badly you’re explaining this ‘promotion’, right?” you asked, voice coming out a little harsher than you knew was appropriate. But being proper can be damned, you wanted answers.

He just looked at you for a long moment with a knowing, albeit smug, smile. The sketchpad was dumped on his desk, pencil and glasses dropped on top.

“I’ve been hit with a new wave of ideas.” he said, “They’re amazing. New. Iconic. These designs fly off magazine racks and clothing store hangers like nothing else before. I couldn’t tell where the inspiration came from, not until I thought of when it all started, and the only thing notable about that was you starting to work for me.”

As he explained he stood slowly, came to stand before you again, now with the side of his leg pressed to your knees. Katsuki’s hand rose, and the backs of his fingers trailed across your cheek in a manner that was almost too soft, and too shy, to be an action coming from the harsh man before you.

“I need you with me, everywhere, from now on.” he said, voice low, softer than you’d ever heard it before. “I need you with me, and I don’t know how else to make sure of it besides making it your job.”

“Everywhere?”

“Of course, what use is an artist without their muse?” You had to admit, that forked tongue of his was making your knees weaker by the second. Was he truly saying you inspired him?

“You couldn’t have just asked?”

“I don’t need to ask,” his hand came down to grip your chin, thumb momentarily pressing on your bottom lip, “I get what I want.” Where his voice was getting stronger by the second, yours was sounding even weaker.

“Maybe I don’t want to.”

“You don’t want to?” Katsuki asked, hand slightly releasing pressure on your chin - as if shocked at the thought of someone willing, and unafraid in telling him no. “Everyone wants to. Don’t you?”

“No,” you said quietly, completely letting your heart take over, no matter what could happen after. “I do want to.” His face broke out into that same wolfish grin as before - his hand snuck around to the hair at the base of your neck and found a firm home there.

“Then why not get paid for it while you do.” he said, an air of finality about the matter, and then leant down to capture your mouth in a searing, hard kiss. Hard enough that you could almost feel his teeth and jawbone trying to meld into yours - searing enough that you could feel heat swelling in your stomach and knees at how fierce and needy it all was. It took your breath away completely.

After a few long moments - long enough to have your eyes fluttering closed and your lungs burning - he pulled away.

Katsuki didn’t even look at you as he walked away, acting as if what he just did was a casual kiss on the cheek - while you were left feeling flushed on the sofa. Only once he sat down again with his sketchpad and glasses on did he look up at you. He licked his lips, as if making sure to taste whatever of you was left. His smile this time was very smug indeed.

“See baby, now you look perfect.” he said, then went back to drawing.

“What?�� you asked, still breathless with your nails digging into the fabric of your seat.

“The lighting in here is foul, absolutely horrendous.” He said, “You needed a glow about you. Now you’re all flustered. it's perfect. With you finally in front of me, these designs are going to be breathtaking - just imagining them on you -” he looked up at you, quite suddenly stopping his train of thought, before wordlessly returning to his sketch.

From the way your heart felt like it was going to beat right up and out your throat you guessed he accidentally said too much. Had been too sentimental. Maybe Hanta was right - perhaps you were his favorite person.

You took a deep breath and stood to leave - only to be stopped.

“Where are you going?” Katsuki asked, voice almost a bark. “I need you here - you can’t leave now that I have you right where I need you!”

“I need water.” you replied, awkwardly pointing towards the kitchenette with wide eyes as if you were a child caught doing something you weren’t supposed to. He shuffled in his seat, huffing.

“Be quick,” he said. You could swear you saw the skin of his cheeks flush a tinge of pink as you turned away. He liked efficiency, and it was something you were pretty good at, but you hadn’t moved quite that fast before.

When you had agreed to your ‘not-so-little’ promotion, you were sent home with a whole new list of Terms and Conditions and - the more alarming of the two - an NDA.

With your lips still tingling from your apparent kiss from Katsuki, and your knees still weak, you weren’t able to do much more than graze your eyes over bits and pieces before deciding it was all okay. You should’ve taken the time to read it all.

You should always read the fine print when making deals with the devil.

The next day, almost as soon as you stepped into the building, you were met with Katsuki’s not-quite-other assistant, Mina, and whisked away to the seamstress floor. There you met Hanta, who himself had been up for the most part of the night - slaving over the newest design Katsuki procured as of just yesterday.

When you were told to get into a change room and strip - the carcass of a new dress in your hands - you were just shy of shocked.

“What - why?”

“Like I know how the mind of Bakugou works.” Hanta said, waving his hand around tiredly, trying to push you to close the curtain. “You know normally I have models in for this sort of thing - I mean you definitely fit the bill. The measurements, the dress is practically made for you. But it’s weird to me too that he got his secretary to do this job instead.”

“I’ve never done this before.” You whispered, clutching the covered mock-up to your chest.

“You’ll be fine,” Hanta replied, just as quiet, with his hand ready to close the curtain on you, “I’ve seen it on a mannequin - it’ll look fantastic on you. Just be confident.”

You tried your best to be confident - as pretty as the dress was, even unfinished with an unfinished hem and seams half-done - but it was leaving you feeling more exposed than you were used to.

The small changing cubicle had a mirror on one side - what for you weren’t sure. You’d seen plenty of models walk out of them only to have most of it adjusted with pins and cut off with scissors - often by Katsuki himself. You supposed it didn’t matter how bad it looked - you’d get manhandled until it looked the way it was supposed to.

With your hands smoothing the fabric on your hips - a nervous habit you showed too often - you took a turn in front of the mirror. It did look nice, even if it was only ivory muslin.

“ - Taking so fucking long!” Quite suddenly Katsuki’s voice could be heard - and even more suddenly you felt a great need to curl up somewhere and hide. He’s going to see you like this. He’s going to hate it. You are not prepared for this.

Your heart felt like it was going to beat right out your chest and leave a little blood trail all across the floor.

A hand curled around one side of the curtain divider and pulled it back. You let out a small startled yelp, bringing up your hands to cover your chest as if someone had dropped glass over a marble floor.

It was him.

“Oh shut up, no one else can see you.” Katsuki said, rolling his eyes before they laid on you in a hard stare up and down. He was right, besides the half-open curtain, you couldn’t see anyone through his broad chest and shoulders - not to mention the cheshire grin that was taking up half his face. “But I wouldn’t blame them for wanting a peek, give me a turn.”

You stood gobsmacked - where you seriously still processing what was going on? - and watched as his hip cocked to one side and his hands landed on his hips below the huge coat over his shoulders.

“You are starting a habit of forcing me to do things for you myself.” He said, taking hold of your hips and turning you slowly. His hands were warm as they moved you around in a small circle, leaving almost a burning trail behind over your hips, lower back and stomach. “I’ll let you know that’s not why I decided to fuckin’ like you.” he said.

His voice was soft, almost completely without its usual rough baritone. It shocked you, and as you looked over at him he wasn’t meeting your eyes - instead focusing on how a seam at your hip wasn’t seeming to sit how he wanted it to.

“What?” you asked quietly, aware there were probably others outside - Hanta even - and you supposed both yourself and Katsuki didn’t really want to let other people know exactly what you were talking about. Especially since it definitely sounded more personal than Katsuki ever had been.

“You did things for yourself. I liked that.” he said. Then, as if you didn’t just share what was most likely the most intimate moment of Katsuki’s adult life, he pushed the curtain back fully and grabbed you by the hand - exposing you fully to the handful of seamstresses waiting.

With a few barked orders, a flurry of people were at your sides, making adjustments. The neckline loosened, waist was made tighter, the blade of a scissor made another slit up your legs on the opposite side to the one existing. Your hands almost rose to clutch at the fabric at your chest in case it all fell away. Katsuki's hands rose to knock yours away.

“Don’t get in the way,” he mumbled, standing back. The others backed off too, apparently all taking a moment to look at what remained of the dress. “What do you think?” he asked, looking you right in the eyes. Your mouth parted, as if to answer, but the look in his eyes said he wasn’t even talking to you.

“One of your best.” Hanta said, barely needed to look up from where he was taking final notes to read his long-time associate. “Probably will be once it’s done. Beautiful.”

“You mean fucking divine.”

“You’re joking.” you said, carelessly holding the new dress in one hand as you stood angrily looking down at Katsuki.

“Does it look like I’m joking?” he asked, looking at you over the rims of his glasses.

He’d brought you back up to his office after the fitting downstairs, only to demand you change into another dress. The reason this time was completely unknown, and he was refusing to elaborate yet - worse, there was nowhere to change up here.

You’d have to strip and change here (with him in the room), or out behind your desk (right in front of the elevator anyone could use).

“I can’t believe…” you said, scoffing, now slightly gobsmacked along with your anger. “I’m not doing that.”

“If you think it bothers me, you’re mistaken.” He said, standing slowly and leaning over his desk. “Get changed. If you’re so protective of your modesty you can run along into the kitchen, see if I care. Just whatever you do, do it quickly. You’re making me wait long enough as it is.” Then he reached across and squished your cheeks between his fingers, pulling you closer so you leant over the desk too.

“If you really thought I was the kind of man to mix pleasure and professionalism then I’ve got news for you.” he said, wobbling your chin back and forth in his hold. “The only time you have to worry about that is if I invite you home, okay baby?”

While half of you was wanting to continue to defy Katsuki, you knew you were treading a fine line.

Letting out a huff, you pulled away, turned on your heel and held the dress out in front of you. It honestly wasn’t much more than a silk slip, but you’d had enough of an interest in fashion over your time to know this was very tame compared to many other dresses. Even compared to the one you wore not even an hour earlier.

Grinding you jaw in thought for a moment, you thought ‘fuck it’. Katsuki said so already but you knew someone getting almost naked in his office wouldn’t bother him - why should you let it bother you too?

The dress was thrown onto the chaise, and you pulled off your shirt as you slipped out of your heels. Your skirt shimmed off, and the dress came on. Despite refusing to look behind you to see what Katsuki was doing, you couldn’t help how your heart felt like it was going to beat right out of your chest.

At least your underwear was matching, thank god.

You were about to do up the zipper when he made it clear he had indeed been watching you.

“No, take that thing off.” Your head whipped over your shoulder.

“Excuse me?” If looks could strike someone dead, a lightning bolt would’ve shot right through that window into Katsuki’s back. “I am not getting changed again.”

“No you bitch, I mean the bra. Take it off, it’s making the dress look daggy.” The way he said it made your face heat up. Duh.

“You could’ve said that before I put this much on, you’d think you’d have known that before now.” You grumbled, shoving the sleeves down again to unclasp your bra and toss it aside. Turning around again as you did up the zipper, you looked at Katsuki again, and the red of his eyes seemed darker than ever. You wondered if you’d said something wrong. Then his lip quirked up a bit.

“There’s my favorite secretary.” he said, and imminently tilted his head down to start sketching.

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queenri0t · 3 months

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gojo showing off your back scratches to geto

( cont from this fic! req, visual ) .

contains: sex talk, description of back scratches, crack, sugu is called daddy once (as a joke.. right..)

everything was calm in suguru's apartment. kind of.

it was a forgettable yet perfect sunday afternoon, not a cloud in sight despite the weather forecast predicting rain. either way, the raven-haired man insouciantly rested across his white couch, reaching the conclusion that today would be a day for self-care, relaxing, and perhaps some meditation.

there was only one thing ruining his peace.

all morning, suguru has been forced to try and ignore the stain a certain someone has left on his couch — a pair of unecessarily expensive yet dirty shoes being the culprit.

despite these attempts, every once in a while his gaze can't help but wander over at the mark — as if it'd poof out of existence if he glared hard enough.

"fuckin' asshole.." he mutters. it was a wonder his relationship with his best friend managed to stay so promising despite all their differences, yet suguru wouldn't have it any other way, even after situations like this.

right when he grumpily turns back to the tv — which was playing some crappy, low budget rom-com — his apartment door is yanked open and suguru swears he nearly jumps out of his seat.

great, was this it? was he about to get robbed, perhaps evicted? and then probably die? forced into the afterlife knowing gojo's shoe-shit was still on his new couch? no that can't—

"i fucked her!"

suguru whips his head towards the apartment door, announcement being disregarded as he nearly groans in agony. speak of the devil.

big blue eyes peak out from under circular sunglasses, one hand already raised in preparation for a dap up while his stupid, big, dirty shoe pushes the door closed behind him. gojo wears a black compression shirt with grey sweats, marching over to his friend with a ginormous grin across his cheeks.

"take your shoes off, now," suguru snaps, nodding to his friend's feet with a frown.

"yeesh... whatever y'say, daddy," the bastard never loses his smile as his hands raise in surrender, kicking them off by the door smoothly. "what's got your panties in a twist?"

geto pinches his nose bridge. "don't call me that," as he continues the scolding, he points to the living room with his free hand. "you got a mystery stain on my couch, satoru. do you know how many youtube videos i watched trying to get this shit off?"

unphased, gojo takes a look at the strangely colored blob against the armrest's leather material and shrugs. "my bad. did you try febreeze?"

"what— no? dude, febreeze is for.." when suguru looks back up to sourly meet his gaze, he could immediately tell the white-haired man was already drifting back into la-la-land, words going in one ear and out the other. "..nevermind. why're you here?"

at the reminder, satoru seemingly brightens, head shooting back up as if he was just told he'd won the lottery.

"oh god, don't make that stupid f—" he pauses. "the fuck are you doing?" suguru might as well say goodbye to his self-care day, because now gojo was stripping in the middle of his living room, shirt thrown haphazardly onto the still-very-much-stained couch.

"just look!" suguru squints as his friend swivels around to face the wall, pushing his bangs away to get a better view of the— oh shit.

it takes the raven-haired man a second to process what he's seeing before shuffling forward, closely examining the achingly red, bulging scratch marks displayed sexily across the latter's back and shoulders. "no way.."

suguru knows the strongest sorcerer well enough to notice how he purposely didn't use reversed cursed technique on these scratches, just so it'd be obvious to anyone that caught a glimpse of what exactly occured. to his further dismay, he can already picture a smug and sweaty gojo walking around their local gym like this, proud simper on his pretty lips as he easily raises a pair of weights in his veiny hands.

a hiss escapes geto's mouth as he runs his finger down a particularly agitated one, knowing exactly how painful they could be after experiencing many hook-ups of his own. even so, satoru only licks his lips, neck craning to the side so he can pride himself in his friend's gobsmacked expression.

"damn, these are deep. you actually hit it?" suguru confirms, raising a celebratory hand.

turning back around, satoru daps him up, a massive smirk now on both their faces. "hell yeah, it was amazing."

it was impossible to predict what gojo would do next after barging through his front door — especially considering how many times he's done so — but this has to be the last thing suguru ever expected.

not that he was complaining — in fact, all of geto's temper and need for relaxation seemingly flew out the window, the feeling of proudness for his best friend overthrowing anything else.

and even if he hated to admit it, the way gojo was so eager to come over and announce his virginity loss to him was more than a little endearing, and dare he say cute.

"that's great, man. congrats." suguru leads him into the kitchen — still shamelessly shirtless — to grab them both a can of beer in celebration. while the white-haired man usually didn't get involved with any form of alcohol, this occasion was most definitely exception-worthy. "you made y/n cum too, right?"

an offended glare is shot his way. "duh, two times."

"huh. surprised you could last."

as suguru pours their drinks into two fragile cups, gojo exhales, not bothered in the slightest by his jab. "dude, same.." he admits dreamily. "she was so fuckin' tight and warm.. and oh— fuck, her moans? heavenly.. 'can't believe i didn't bust after the first minute.."

geto gulps, trying his best to ignore the mental image his brain was producing from his dirty words. you can't blame him — both of you were smoking hot, and he was a simple man.

even now, he could already imagine what you both looked like; panting and moaning, skin-slapping so loud that it echoed through the whole room, how blissed out you'd look as gojo's cock split you in t—

satoru's playful sigh cuts through the tensing air. "who knows sugs, maybe you'll have another kind of stain to worry about next time we're over~"

he's never snapped out of a daydream so quickly. "don't even joke about that."

over the next hour, the two men sat manspread on the stained couch, taking leisure sips while recalling satoru's final moments as a virgin — suguru giving out his secret tips and tricks along the way.

maybe sometime, suguru could offer some.. hands-on learning instead.

mlist! <- sugu.. how could u think abt ur bestie and his gf like that... tsk tsk tsk (if u enjoyed reblogs/comments r appreciated heheh)

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queenri0t · 3 months

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Jujutsu Kaisen + Hentai videos that reminds me of them :3

A/n You guys HAVE to watch the first two Gojo videos SERIOUSLY its my personal favorite and its sooo good

Gojo Satoru

Yubisaki kara Honki no Netsujou: Osananajimi wa Shouboushi Season 1

Yubisaki kara Honki no Netsujou: Koibito wa Shouboushi Season 2

Fuzzy Lips 1

Fuzzy Lips 2

Choso Kamo

Ane Wa Yanmama Junyuu-Chuu 1

Ane Wa Yanmama Junyuu-Chuu 2

Daisuki na Haha 1

Torokase Orgasm 1

Nanami Kento

JK Ikinari Doukyo? Micchaku!? Hatsu Ecchi!!? 1

JK Ikinari Doukyo? Micchaku!? Hatsu Ecchi!!? 2

Shuudengo, Capsule Hotel de, Joushi ni Binetsu Tsutawaru Yoru

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queenri0t · 6 months

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Breedingtober

Merry Breeding and Happy Stuffings to all! It is Breedingtober! My favourite month of them all!!

Hallo everyone, I am Glitch1d, and I have been HARD at work for this years October (or should I say, Breedingtober) month full of my top favourite kink, BREEDING. For those of you who have followed me over my past two years of being a MHA fanfic writer, you would know how much I LOVE breeding and adding it to my writing so here we are.

A whole sporadic month of breeding kinks, pregnancy kinks, stuffing kinks, impregnation and a whole lot of Eijiro mostly because "It isn't a Glitch1d Fic if Eijiro Kirishima doesn't have a breeding kink", AND this Eijiro's birthday month as well, so we shan't forget that.

01 October - Fem Eijiro x Katsuki x Reader

Eijiro gets hit by a quirk and winds up turning into a girl, Eiji. Although Eiji is in much distress, everyone else can't help but to like this change.

04 October - Bull Eijiro x Heifer Reader (Slight Izuku x Reader)

Eijiro has finally been chosen as a stud and you're the heifer chosen to have his calves

07 October - Alpha Eijiro x Omega Reader

The zombie Apocalypse is never a great place for an Omega, but Eijiro appears in your life making it a bit easier.

10 October - Knight Eijiro x Queen Reader

You need an heir and fortunately for Eijiro, he has been chosen to give you such

13 October - ProHero Izuku x Wifey Reader

Izuku winds up on a podcast where they were talking bad about you, his beautiful wife. However sometimes, you need to calm him down.

16 October - Dragon Eijiro x Dragon Reader (Happy Birthday Eijiro)

You finally get married to the love of your life.

19 October - Werewolf Eijiro x Werewolf Reader (Forbidden love)

Even though you love each other, sometimes responsibility triumphs over love.

22 October - Omega Eijiro x Alpha Reader

Eijiro has been waiting a long time and tonight he's going to make it a reality. Operation: Seduce Alpha into giving him pups is a GO! (AFAB Eijiro and AMAB Reader)

24 October - Yakuza Eijiro x Reader (Baby Daddy)

Your boyfriend finally comes home after 5 months away and as angry as you are with him, you're glad to have him home.

27 October - King Katsuki x Mistress Reader

Katsuki never loved his wife, but he never thought he would be unfaithful till he met you.

30 October - Vampire Eijiro x Human Reader

You are taken to wife by a vampire, who find you amusing.

AO3 LINK:

Please note: All my readers will be AFAB/ Fem referenced EXCEPT for Alpha Reader on Day 22. In my Omegaverse universe ALL Alphas have penises and all Omegas have vaginas. That's just how I work. But reader will be nonbinary on that day as well as 07 Oct

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queenri0t · 7 months

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A compilation of all my favorite Bakutiddies (also I have a favorite side apparently jhabsndjjs)

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queenri0t · 7 months

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Just Do It Bakugou!

Summary: Bakugo had everything he could’ve wanted. However, when it came to you he was lost. He was never one to admit that he had a crush and frankly it’s becoming harder day by day when all he can think about is you. He has to tell you, but why is it so hard?

Pairing: Bakugou Katsuki x f!reader Warnings: 13+, mutual pinning, fluff, having a crush, slight cursing, Bakugo is bad at feelings.

Heavy footsteps banged their way down the hallway of the UA dorms. They would think it was annoying and unnecessary to any outsider, but it was necessary. For weeks this has been going on. The heavy footsteps, the yelling, and the loud earthquake slam of a particular blonde dorm room. Loud music poured from the speakers as the heavy footsteps paced back and forth. The blonde was frustrated. Of course, anyone that knew him also knows that Bakugo Katsuki did have a short temper. Even the crinkling of a plastic water bottle can set him off. But this wasn't some meaningless pet peace he was thinking about. No, it was something much worse. It was something he had no chance against.

'It was you.'

Bakugo couldn't figure it out, and, as a result, it only made him even more furious. He knew it had to do with his emotions towards you, and emotions were something Bakugo Katsuki was not good at. How was he supposed to explain the heart races, the extra sweaty palms, the shakiness in his voice, and the god damn thoughts plagued with images of you?It disgusted him how his brain mapped out every detail of your face and figure. How those thoughts came in the full blast late at night and not in the appropriate way makes him feel like the biggest perv.

If he wasn't careful, then he would be just like his classmates. What were their names again? Pikachu and Grape Face? It didn't matter to him, but like hell, he was going to be a perv like them. But no one will find out, and he made sure of that. He was going as far as to give you the harsher treatment whenever you were around him, such as snapping at you. Making fun of you and calling you names like a child would do. In his eyes, it was a perfect plan, nothing would go wrong, and no one would find out. However, he didn't know that his classmates were more intelligent than he thought. They were catching onto his plan.

The game of cat and mouse had to end at some point, Bakugo knows that, and in conclusion, he tried to stall the game from ending so he didn't have to come up with the ending solution he was terrified of. To which he denies it. Bakugo didn't want to think of him as soft. Thinking about relationships and stupid pinning crushes was not in his book for being Number 1. He keeps telling himself every time he sees you.

He doesn't like you, and you're nothing special to him; you're just some extra that he needed to pass to be the best.

'But you aren't some extra.'

You were so much more than that. You held your own against him and knew what to say to help the people around you. You are the definition of selfless, and if he looked in a dictionary, your face would be there with the work selfless in black font, as well as beautiful and angelic but like hell, he'll admit to that, he doesn't

even remember a time you thought about yourself. It was your greatest strength, and it was also your biggest weakness.

There would be times you stressed yourself out too much over others, and it worried him. No one else saw it, but he knew how much toll it had on you. How you would hide that exhausted look with a smile. Or how you would sometimes cry in private because you were holding a lot on your shoulders, and it felt suffocating. He would never judge you on your outburst; in his face, he was quite happy he was the only one that knew about them, and you trusted him not to hit a low blow and make fun of you for that. Even he knew what you were feeling, and he got it. You were indeed a hero, inside and out, making Bakugo fall even more for you. Bakugo let out an exhausting groan as he flopped his body onto the bed, and he shifted his position to look at the ceiling. Pulling up his phone, he switched it over to his playlist and scrolled to a few songs to ease his nerves. Nothing like a little soft rock to help ease his mind. The downing question rang in his mind;

Should he ask you out?

Was it time to start putting a move on you? Did he sink that low for you to break his path on being number one? He can't just say right out to you that it wouldn't make sense, and it was way too embarrassing for him to even think about what he was going to tell you. Maybe he'll just slide it into a conversation while in training. Say something along the line of helping you out with your new moves and then take you out.

No, that was stupid. If he's going to do it, he's just going to say it. He's a Bakugo, for Christ's sake, and a Bakugo never does stuff half-ass. It shouldn't be that hard. Just say, "Do you want to go out sometime?" plain and simple.

*Knock Knock*

Bakugo let out an irritated growl and pushed himself up. The nerve some people had, don't they see he's busy with some important stuff? He swung his legs over his bed and walked to his door Bakugo's face scrunched up as he made his way to the door, swinging the door open about to snap before he saw your kind eyes looking back at him, and it made him choke.

"Hey, Bakugo, I think you left this in the gym." You pulled out his water jug. The faded All Might decals covered by your hands.

"...Thanks...idiot." he mumbled and saw you perk up, and your smile grew. "Well, I’ll be going now; see ya in class," you said, and he watched you start to leave.

Bakugo knew he couldn't let you go like this if a time to ask you in private with no one bothering him was right here and now. "H-Hey, wait, I need to ask you something."

You stopped and glanced back and watched him waiting for him to continue, but he couldn't. He was stuck in place and at a loss. He had to ask you just a few simple words, and that's it. Opening his mouth, he clenched his hands into a fist, the sweat making his skin hot and clammy and he looked at you with a newfound determination, but it was quickly lost when he saw your beautiful face making him stumble. It’s too embarrassing, he can't, this isn’t him. He’s not some love sick puppy he’s a hero in training the best one there is.

"N-Nevermind, go away. I got it," he said, and you nodded. Smiling at him before turning "Well, if you need anything, let me know-," you said and walked off. Bakugo waited until you turned the corner at the end of the hallway, mouth dry and his arms tense before heading inside.

Shutting his door, he rested his forehead on cool wood that seemed to relieve his heating body. He wanted to scream. Or punch something. It was one of the two, maybe a little bit of both. When did he become so..so...pathetic!! He just missed his shot, and now he's stuck at square one. Slamming his water jug on his desk, his phone slipped off and fell on the floor. Bakugo scoffed and reached down, picking it up to turn on the screen. Cursing that if he saw a crack on his screen, he would rain hell, only to see the screen scratch-free and a photo of his friends, or random extras, as he would call it, on his phone,and he stopped before he sighed. Well, drastic times come for some... extreme measures. Maybe he should just ask, as much as he hates to admit. Bakugo can’t do this alone which took him a year to finally figure out it was okay to ask for help.

Sliding his thumb on the screen, he pulled a familiar group chat that he refused to participate in, but they kept adding him back. Seeing the group chat still alive and littered with random TikToks and memes, Bakugo began to type;

"I need you, dumbasses, to help me ask Y/N out."

Maybe this won’t be so bad.

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queenri0t · 1 year

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Funny Fic idea popped into my head (Kirishima x Reader)

Planning on deleting later maybe if I want to create this

Kirishima running on a treadmill after having a bad date the other night and Kaminari is on watching him and listening to him rant.

“Yeah I’m done simping for anyone!” The redhead said and he stuck his nose up continuing his pace in his jog.

Kaminari knows that’s bullshit because he saw him check you out multiple times and he just raised an eyebrow at the man and he snort making Kirishima turn to look at him

“What I’m serious?” Kirishima said and Kaminari sighed snd stretched his arms before pointing

“Oh yeah? So what about them?” Pointing to you who just got done with your training all sweaty and using a towel to wipe the dew off your face.

Kirishima is frozen and hd missed his rhythm in his jog failing miserably and tripping face first into the machine having it push him off and falling onto the ground then shaking his head.

“I-I’m not simping!!”

Uh huh sure Kirishima sure.

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queenri0t · 1 year

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Just Do It Bakugou!

Pairing: Bakugou Katsuki x f!reader Warnings: 13+, mutual pinning, fluff, having a crush, slight cursing, Bakugo is bad at feelings.

'It was you.'

He doesn't like you, and you're nothing special to him; you're just some extra that he needed to pass to be the best.

'But you aren't some extra.'

even remember a time you thought about yourself. It was your greatest strength, and it was also your biggest weakness.

Should he ask you out?

*Knock Knock*

"Hey, Bakugo, I think you left this in the gym." You pulled out his water jug. The faded All Might decals covered by your hands.

"...Thanks...idiot." he mumbled and saw you perk up, and your smile grew. "Well, I’ll be going now; see ya in class," you said, and he watched you start to leave.

Bakugo knew he couldn't let you go like this if a time to ask you in private with no one bothering him was right here and now. "H-Hey, wait, I need to ask you something."

"I need you, dumbasses, to help me ask Y/N out."

Maybe this won’t be so bad.

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queenri0t · 1 year

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Daddy’s Babygirl (Kirishima x Reader) +18

Summary: Kirishima thinks you’re sexy. So sexy that he wants to dress you up and fuck you silly. Luckily for him, you’ll do it no matter what.

Warnings: +18 mature content, if I don’t see your age in your bio I will block you

Tags: Pet names, hard fucking, Dom Kirishima, cunnilingus, fingering, spanking, blow jobs, make up running down face

"Ei-chan, I don't know about this," came a nervous voice from the bathroom.

Kirishima hummed from where he was sitting on the bed, red eyes watching the door closely for any sign of it opening.

"C'mon, babe. Please? I just wanna see," he begs.

You were a blushing mess locked in the bathroom, trying to tug the obscenely small skirt down over your ass, stretching the fabric to its limits, only for it to snap back up like one of those cartoon window shades once you let go.

"E-Ei-chan, it's so small..."

"Yes, babe, that's because it's specially designed to only be worn in the bedroom. They're thinking of calling it lingerie," Kirishima replied jokingly.

You huffed at his reflection.

"You're not funny," You grouched, even though you were trying to stop your lips from turning upwards

"C'mon, babe. Just open the door. Please? For me, baby girl?"

And ooh fuck, just hearing that little pet name had your pussy twitching in your cute little pink panties.

Fuck.

"I hate you," you said to Kirishima and your reflection in the mirror before turning away to open the door.

Kirishima's retort dies on his lips as the door swings open, his dick hardening faster than he'd ever thought possible.

"Oh, fuck, babe."

You looked so...innocent.

You were blushing something fierce, your freckles standing out on red cheeks as you licked your…...glossed lips?!?!

Your hair was parted down the middle and tugged into two low pigtails, with a little pink heart hair clip holding your bangs out of the way. Eyeliner circled your eyes, making them stand out, big and blinking coyly.

Your ‘shirt’ was just some lacy pink see through shirt, black choker included

And then...

Kirishima moaned softly as he got his first glimpse of your little skirt.

And he meant little.

It barely covered the important parts, flashing your pink panties whenever you so much as breathed, and your, beautiful legs were wrapped in sheer thigh highs

And even though Kirishima couldn't see it, the thin spaghetti straps traveling up those, beautiful creamy thighs let him know that there was probably a garter belt to match.

His dick has never been so hard.

"Fuck, baby girl," he breathes, standing and slowly holding out a hand

You take it gingerly, trying to ignore the heavy, rapid beating in your chest as you blink big, sparkling eyes at your lover.

"Yes, Ei-chan?"

Oop, yep, that's a 100% boner, right fucking there.

He couldn't hold himself back if he tried, diving in for a kiss.

Moaning as the taste of strawberry lip gloss bursts across his taste buds and swallowing your squeak of alarm greedily.

"Ah! Wait!" You yelped as large hands begin to wander, reaching down to grip your ass tightly through your underwear.

Kirishima growls, kissing your neck.

"Look at my slutty baby girl," he whispers in your small ear, grinning wickedly as he watches goosebumps break out across your shaking arms. You mewl, knees already giving out as a hot breath washes over your neck, followed by a few sucking kisses.

"Ei-chan, you said you would only look," You whined, clutching at his strong big arms.

Kirishima moaned, pressing his dick against your already slick pussy, through the thin fabric of the skirt.

"How can I only look when you're dressed so pretty for me?" He coos, gripping your ass tighter.

You try to argue, but Kirishima just pulls you into another kiss, sharp teeth nipping at your bottom lip and a hot tongue mapping the inner walls of your mouth until you can't even yourself up anymore.

"Don't act so innocent, either," the redhead growls as your guys lips part.

"You knew exactly what was gonna happen when I gave you this outfit. Knew I was gonna fuck that little pussy until you were shaking for me."

You almost burst into flames, avoiding eye contact as your pussy throbs in your panties, your juices and slick wetting the front.

He knew. He always knew.

Whenever Kirishima had something new for you, he always got this look in his eyes.

An eager, hungry look that never failed to make you wetter than you’ve ever been in your life.

So yeah. He knew.But like fuck were you gonna admit it.

"Oh my god, shut up," you whined instead, covering your flushed face.

There's a pause.

And then you’re being wrestled onto the bed, your hands being yanked behind you and held easily by one large hand, and a heavy body settles on your legs as your panties are dragged off.

"Eijirou, wh-!"

The feeling of a large hand cracking across his ass silences you, your eyes staring wide and shocked at the headboard as warm pain radiates through your body.

"Such a naughty mouth on my baby girl," Kirishima murmurs, bringing down another smack that has you crying out.

"Let's see if we can fix that."

And then he's raining down blows, harsh but fair spanks that have your ass turning bright red in a manner of minutes as you squirm, moaning and gasping pathetically as tears gather in your eyes.

And just as quickly as it starts, it ends.

Rough hands dragging across your reddened skin lovingly, squeezing occasionally just to hear you gasp wetly in pain, which eventually turns into a moan of arousal.

"Now, are you gonna behave for me, baby girl?" Kirishima asks sweetly.

"Yes..."

"Yes, what?"

"Yes, Daddy..."

Kirishima smiles, slow and pleased as he finally lets the other up.

You are panting softly, your eyes wet with tears, but your pussy exposed wet and throbbing, slick trickling down your plump lips.

It makes his own dick throb, eager to use you.

"Get on your knees for me, baby girl."

You scramble to obey, kneeling pretty on the floor with your hands under his thighs and your mouth open and ready.

Just like Daddy taught you.

He's quick to pull down his sweats, pulling out his thick cock and rubbing the head slowly over your small pink tongue.

"That's my good girl," Kirishima moans, gently fucking your mouth with only the head of his dick.

It's fun for him, watching his baby squirm and whimper, getting more and more worked up as Kirishima teases you.

"What's wrong? Is my little girl not happy?" He asks mockingly.

You mewl pathetically, looking up at him with wide, wet eyes, and that's when he shoves his entire dick down your throat, his balls smacking harshly against your chin

You gag, your hands clenching violently into the legs of Kirishima's sweats.

But your eyes also roll back into your skull as the gag turns into a gurgling moan of pleasure.

"That's it, baby girl," Kirishima croons, slowly beginning to work his dick in and out of that wet mouth, not even bothering to pull all the way out before he's thrusting back in.

"Look at you, on your knees, drooling for Daddy's cock. You're such a slutty girl, baby."

You whine, dragging his lower body closer, gobbling down his inches hungrily.

"Gonna fuck your little pussy like this too," the redhead growls, still keeping his slow, steady pace.

"Gonna stretch you out and then fill you up with my cum, is that what you want, baby girl?"

You’re practically vibrating with need, your panties pulled down just under your pussy so that your leaking vagina on display for Kirishima's hungry gaze

You’re working your mouth faster now, lewd slurps and moans falling from your mouth as drool drips down your chin and onto the thin shirt of your outfit, almost soaking the cheap fabric to the point of invisibility.

"Unbutton your shirt baby."

You’re quick to obey, as thin fingers fumble with the buttons as you choke softly on your Daddy's cock.

Kirishima moans when you let it fall down your arms, exposing your hard little nipples to the cool air of the room.

"Fuck yesss," he hisses, gritting his teeth as he grips one of those bobbing pigtails in his fist. "Play with your nipples baby, show Daddy how good you are."

You mewl as your hands reach up, trembling fingers pinching and twisting his little nubs until they're red and swollen.

Kirishima is grunting now, shivers racing down his spine as he fucks your mouth a little harder, aroused beyond belief at the sight of his lover half dressed on their knees, pinching at their little nipples so hard that they turn a darkish pink.

"Fuck, baby girl, you're so sexy."

You feel sexy.

Even though you’re on your knees, letting Kirishima use your mouth like some kind of lewd sex toy, you feel like the sexiest person alive.

You moan, long and loud, and Kirishima gasps, hunching over as the vibrations race up his cock.

"Oh, fuck! Oh, fuck! Baby!"

'Do it,' you beg in your mind, staring up at your boyfriend with wet, tear filled eyes as you force yourself to take Kirishima all the way to the hilt, your nose buried in coarse, black pubic hair.

'Do it!'

Two hands grip the back of your head harshly as his balls draw up.

"Fuck!"

The redhead cums with a shout, his hips twitching wildly as he fucks shot after shot of cum down your willing throat, gasping and whining as the other swallows it all down eagerly with soft, wet noises that only seem to make his orgasm that much stronger.

You suck for so long that Kirishima has to collapse back onto the bed to get himself to release, his body shaking with oversensitivity.

"Holy fuck..." He wheezes.

Your answer is a strangled hum, and Kirishima looks down to see that you’re still soaping wet and still gently flicking your nipples.

He chuckles softly, tiredly holding out a hand.

"C'mere, babe. Lemme help you."

"I thought you'd never ask," you said with a short laugh, standing on shaky legs and climbing onto the bed.

Kirishima guides you up, until a knee is resting on either side of his face.

He groans at the sight of his lover hovering over his face, your pussy visibly twitching and gushing slick, staining the fabric a dark, almosta dark red.

"You look so good like this, baby girl," he murmurs, tugging your panties to the side to expose your twitching hole.

"Gonna eat your pussy so good."

Your indignant reply is cut off by shocked yell as Kirishima pushes his tongue forward, across your pussy obscenely in a way that makes you fall forward against the headboard with a moan.

Kirishima is ravenous, licking and sucking at you until he's able to press his tongue inside, where he wiggles it until your pussy begins to drip and oozes and then relaxes

"Kirishima!" You gasps, your back arching as you grind down against his face.

The redhead moans into the slicked flesh

He's not hard, can't possibly be again so soon, but knowing that you’re falling apart on his tongue is great stimulation. And soon, two of his fingers are joining the party too, pressing deep inside of your body until you shout with pleasure.

"Fuck!"

"God, this little pussy is /obscene/," he growls, shoving his fingers inside the tight hole roughly. "Look at this, its /swallowing/ my fingers, baby.

You sob, your body quaking as the tips of those thick appendages brush across your g-spot.

"Eijirou!"

Kirishima groans, licking the edges of your pussy around his fingers, dipping into the hidden nooks and crannies until fat drops of pussy juices are dribbling down his chin.

You're going crazy, your chest heaving as you grind down harder.

Tears are streaming down your face and your mouth is permanently open to let out wet gasps and cries.

It's only when Kirishima grabs your hand, guiding it to your red swollen button, that you begin to rub it roughly, your hips rocking up into your hand and back onto thick fingers.

"That's it baby, rub your pretty clit for me," Kirishima murmurs with a wicked grin, sucking on your pussy lips with his mouth as he stabs at your g-spot once, twice, three times.

A girl can only take so much.

Your orgasm with a strangled scream.

Thick shots of slick bursting from your pussy to paint the male below you as you sob out in relief to the heavens.

And all the while Kirishima is there with comforting hands and soft 'Good girl''s that make you shiver as the last of your orgasm drips onto his fingers and lips.

Kirishima catches you when you collapses, laughing softly as he guides you into the warm safety of his waiting arms.

"I think I broke something," you wheezes, and Kirishima snorts into your sweat soaked hair.

"I think you'll be fine. You're a strong woman."

It's worth the punch in the arm that he gets, as well as the seven others that follow, you shouting at him to shut up.

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queenri0t · 2 years

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Just imagine Tractor pull Bakugo

So it’s been fair week here in Ohio and these past few weeks and I’ve been busy with it ((I’m so exhausted please help!))

Bakugo is a well known driver for the tractor pulls, like he’s known for setting the record. That’s until your brother got into the mix giving Bakugo a run for his money.

And that pissed him off.

But what pissed him off more than usual was you sitting next to your brother cheering him on. He didn’t want to admit but the way you wore those jeans and old Ariat boots made him so feral.

He wanted you to cheer for him not your brother. It only fuels his determination to beat your brother and possibly give you a look at what a real man is.

He’s not dumb he sees the look you give him when he’s not looking and he guilty for purposely flexing his muscles to show off what you’re missing.

It’s only until after his run that he topped your brothers score he rides up past ya and he grins

“If you’re done here why don’t you come with me and I’ll show you how to ride my Tractor~”

#bakugo katuski x reader #bnha bakugou #bnha bakugo katsuki #katsuki bakugo x reader #katsukibakugou #x reader #kirishima eijiro x reader #kirishima x reader

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queenri0t · 2 years

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kirishima has such pretty moans… they’re not even the growling type— more like open mouthed, head thrown back, increasing in pitch the more his hips roll into yours kinda moans

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