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sunflowerrosewood · 2 months

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NSFW Alphabet ~ Tomura Shigaraki

Author's Note: Since my other account @cheekyredwillow got deleted. I am adding some of my favorite fanfictions to this account and revamping this one with new ones. I hope to make an actual list of fandoms I am still a fan of! NO requests for the time being.

On to the alphabet! This is a nsfw version so minors DNI!

A: Aftercare (What are they like after sex?)

You had to teach Shigaraki aftercare. He honestly would have gone straight to playing video games. But he honestly loves to lay with you and talk.

B: Body Part (Which body part do they like the most?)

He loves your lips. Your lips speak comforting words yet are deliciously sweet to kiss. He likes when you kiss each scar.

C: Cum (Anything to do with cum)

Shigaraki likes to treat his cum like marking. Whether it is dripping out of your cunt or all over your body, it shows you as his.

D: Dreams (Do they have sex dreams? If yes, what is it/happens after?)

He loves to dream of you in his favorite video game character and looking at him with a pouty expression before he gives permission to suck him off while he plays video games. But he never mentions it to you because he is afraid of what you’d think.

E: Experience (How much experience do they have?)

Very little. He had the knowledge of porn but since most people were afraid of quirk, he never really had someone

F: Favorite Position (What is their favorite position for sex?)

Honestly loves you on top while he’s playing video games. He loves feeling your tight cunt milking him and loves to see how long he can last.

G: Grab (Where do their hands lie)

After getting a pair of gloves to stop his quirk during intimacy, he loves to grab anywhere. He loves to feel how warm and soft you are under his hands.

H: Hot and bothered (How do you know they want sex?)

Usually Shigaraki can hide it. He usually uses anger to hide it. But if he really is horny, he will elbow your side. When you look at him, he points down to the tent in his pants and then to the room.

I: Intimacy (How caring and nurturing are they during the moment?)

Not usually very caring. He’s still unsure and has some insecurities. But there are some small things he does. He always seems to know how your body reacts and how your eyes react. He focuses on these things so he doesn’t hurt you.

J: Jack off (Do they jack off? What do they think about?)

Sometimes. You both are in the LOV but for the one instance that you are out, he jerks off. He honestly thinks about how you feel. How soft your body jiggles when you thrust. Your weeping cunt begging for him.

K: Kink (Secret kink that you learn)

Praise kink. One night you told him that only he could make you cum this many times. That he is amazing. You figured when he began to get louder that was his kink. He could degrade you all you want but hearing you sing praises excites him.

L: Location (Favorite place to have sex)

He actually enjoys starting sex in the bar. He forces everyone out and begins making you cream on the bar table. Masturbating you till you beg for him to move and until you are soaking the table. Once you get there, he’s already entered your sopping cunt and rides you. He wants others to know their leader gets laid daily. He’ll worry about the mess later. After he messes your insides around.

M: Motivation (what are their turn ons?)

Praise him, suck him off while playing video games, or let him play and edge you with your cunt during a meeting. Any of these things and he has to control himself from taking you wherever you are located.

N: Nope! (Turn offs, things that they would not do)

Anything without his gloves. Even if he fingering you under the table, he will have something protecting him. You’re his first real intimacy. He doesn’t want you to fade to ash on his mistake.

O: Oral (Do they like to receive or give? Anything else.)

Loves to receive it. Something about your lips and pouty expression gets him riled up. That doesn’t mean he won’t eat you out till you cream. He just prefers to receive oral.

P: Pace (How fast or slow are they? Is there a reason?)

Unless you provoke him, he is quite slow. He has the control how to rile you up. Even if you are begging him to go fast, he’ll laugh and go even slower. Every ridge of his cock bumping into you as slow as possible. Provoke him though and he is an animal of lust and will make you orgasm more times that you can keep track of.

Q: Quickie (What are they like? Are they quick?)

Not really into quickies. He prefers to have you sopping his hand during a meeting and whimpering in his ear. Or the other option is just having you cockwarm him while he talks to Kurogiri or the others.

R: Romance (Is there anything that sets the mood?)

There usually isn’t music or anything that sets the mood. The only time anything is romantic is with Kurogiri’s help. He will help Shigaraki lighten the mood on special days.

S: Stamina (How many rounds or how long?)

Normally you orgasm about 3 times and so does Shigaraki. Once by oral and twice by penetration. But if he is frustrated or angry, definitely you will lose track of your orgasms as Shigaraki cums over and over.

T: Talk (what is their dirty talk?)

Say my name Doll. Tell me about how good I’m fucking you. Tell the others how good I feel. I bet the others wish they had you. But you are mine. My Doll with this soppy cunt.

U: Unfair (Do they tease and how much?)

Of course he does. I’ve mentioned previously making you orgasm with his hands during a meeting but I didn’t go into much of the cockwarming. After you are soaking, you slide onto his cock and he’ll force you to sit there. A few experimental thrusts just to embarrass you in front of Kurogiri. And let’s say your cunt is milking him, he’ll reach for your clit and rub it hard where you have trouble holding your moans.

V: Vexing (Is there any outfits or looks that make them think dirty thoughts?)

Of course seeing you in cosplay is the best but another thing that makes him hard is you only in his hoodie. It proves your his and gives him easy access to play with you while hiding it.

W: Walk it off (Can you walk it off or do you need help?)

Definitely need help. But usually Shigaraki won’t send you on missions just so you can bask in the afterglow. He’ll allow Toga or Kurogiri to help but Dabi and Twice are off limits.

X: X-Ray (How big are they?)

About 7 inches or so. He’s slightly larger than most but also has ridges on it so it bums your walls every time.

Y: Yelling (Are they loud or soft vocally?)

Definitely vocal about what you do to him. It helps his ego but also makes him proud so he likes to say it loudly. But if he is teasing you, he’ll whisper insanely dirty things or locations to try.

Z: ZZZ… (How quickly they fall asleep)

Usually Shigaraki goes back to playing video games but he’ll still be in bed because (even though he doesn’t want to admit it) when you cuddle into his chest, he’ll sigh and pat your head.

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uhhidkkenny · 6 months

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𝙈𝙧. 𝙈𝙪𝙢𝙢𝙮

𝘚𝘶𝘮𝘮𝘢𝘳𝘺：𝘠𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘧𝘢𝘷𝘰𝘳𝘪𝘵𝘦 𝘵𝘦𝘢𝘤𝘩𝘦𝘳 𝘱𝘶𝘵 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘪𝘯 𝘤𝘩𝘢𝘳𝘨𝘦 𝘰𝘧 𝘬𝘦𝘦𝘱𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘸𝘢𝘵𝘤𝘩 𝘰𝘯 𝘏𝘢𝘭𝘭𝘰𝘸𝘦𝘦𝘯 𝘢𝘴 𝘱𝘶𝘯𝘪𝘴𝘩𝘮𝘦𝘯𝘵，𝘣𝘶𝘵 𝘩𝘦𝑠 𝑛𝑜𝑡 𝑑𝑜𝑖𝑛𝑔 𝑎𝑛𝑦𝑡ℎ𝑖𝑛𝑔．

𝘊𝘰𝘯𝘵𝘦𝘯𝘵 𝘞𝘢𝘳𝘯𝘪𝘯𝘨：𝘛𝘦𝘢𝘤𝘩𝘦𝘳 𝘈𝘪𝘻𝘢𝘸𝘢 𝘹 𝘍！ 𝘴𝘵𝘶𝘥𝘦𝘯𝘵 𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘥𝘦𝘳， 𝘚𝘔𝘜𝘛，𝘏𝘢𝘭𝘭𝘰𝘸𝘦𝘦𝘯 𝘧𝘶𝘯．𝑆𝑙𝑖𝑔ℎ𝑡 𝑑𝑎𝑟𝑘 𝑐𝑜𝑛𝑡𝑒𝑛𝑡？ 18 𝘗𝘓𝘜𝘚！𝑝 𝑖𝑛 𝑣，𝑜𝑟𝑎𝑙 （𝑚 𝑎𝑛𝑑 𝑓） 𝑟𝑒𝑐𝑒𝑖𝑣𝑖𝑛𝑔， 𝑢𝑠𝑒 𝑜𝑓 𝑝𝑒𝑡 𝑛𝑎𝑚𝑒𝑠，𝑑𝑒𝑔𝑟𝑎𝑑𝑖𝑛𝑔 𝑡𝑒𝑟𝑚𝑠 𝑢𝑠𝑒𝑑．𝑝 𝑤𝑜𝑟𝑑 𝑠𝑙𝑎𝑝𝑝𝑖𝑛𝑔，𝑙𝑖𝑔ℎ𝑡 𝑐ℎ𝑜𝑘𝑖𝑛𝑔（𝑖𝑚 𝑠𝑢𝑟𝑒 𝐼 𝑚𝑖𝑠𝑠𝑒𝑑 𝑠𝑜𝑚𝑒 𝑠𝑜 𝑏𝑒 𝑤𝑎𝑟𝑛𝑒𝑑）

𝘐𝘕𝘍𝘖： 𝘗𝘭𝘦𝘢𝘴𝘦 𝘭𝘪𝘬𝘦， 𝘳𝘦𝘣𝘭𝘰𝘨，𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘴𝘩𝘢𝘳𝘦 𝘪𝘧 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘭𝘪𝘬𝘦 𝘮𝘺 𝘸𝘰𝘳𝘬♥︎ 𝑁𝑂𝑇 𝑝𝑟𝑜𝑜𝑓 𝑟𝑒𝑎𝑑． 𝐷𝑜 𝑁𝑜𝑡 𝑐𝑜𝑝𝑦，𝐴𝐼 𝑏𝑜𝑡， 𝑡𝑟𝑎𝑛𝑠𝑙𝑎𝑡𝑒，𝑒𝑡𝑐 𝑚𝑦 𝑤𝑜𝑟𝑘． 𝑊𝐶：2.2𝑘

October 31st was the best day of the year for you. You typically went out in a slutty costume and got drunk with all your friends to ultimately meet hot strangers. Why were you all the sudden in charge of keeping watch for villans during halloween? You pissed Aizawa off by waking him up, and boy did he wake up on the wrong side of the bed. It was your last Halloween at UA. Being in class 3-A and turning 18 we’re big milestones you wanted to celebrate along with Halloween, but no.

Mr. Aizawa and you have a rough history. You never wanted to become a hero but when you saved a kid with minimal effort by repelling a firetruck a villain threw, Japans top hero’s saw more in you than your own family. UA practically “bought” you in your opinion. Offering your parents money and a scholarship where you could live and eat for free, it was a proposal that was hard to reject. Aizawa was your teacher and acted as if you being there was a hinderance. He treated you as if you were lower than the rest of the class. His words only fueled your hatred for the man who personally went out of his way (unbeknownst to you) and asked the principal for you to have a full ride.

You and Aizawa were two sides of the same coin. Opposites in the best way. You hated being at UA. he hated being there too. You hated being a hero, he hated doing hero work. He was lazy. You were stubborn. You hated UA for basically a full year but no one gave up on you. Now here you are top 5 in your class, stuck looking at the moon until the morning because your asshole of a teacher got mad he woke up and had to work.

As your sitting in the lounging area to “keep watch” you get the glorious idea that you’ll just wait till Aizawa is asleep to sneak out. You were already in fishnets under your pj bottoms. All you needed to do was throw some more slutty stuff on with animal ears and you would be good. It’s already midnight so he should be asleep.

Creeping around the hall ways you slowly go to peek through his door. He wasn’t in there though which through you off even more. As you turn around with a huff to walk away you bump into something. Immediately screaming as you try to move from its embrace. “Why are you looking in my room L/n?” Mr. Aizawa said as you struggled to get out of the hold he had on you with his binding cloth. You look at him with your best puppy dog eyes and he feels his heart flutter and his eyes widen.

Aizawa was a pretty man who liked pretty people, however you were a very pretty person that he never could take a chance on. Why? You were never old enough, even now with you being 18 your still his student. He released the hold on you rather quickly which left you stumbling backwards slightly. He muttered a get back to the lounge before walking in his room and slamming the door. You wanted to knock. You were slightly out of breath but you wanted to make sure he was ok?

Deciding against it you walk into the lounge room again. Sitting on the couch flipping through channels for at least an hour before Aizawa comes into the kitchen only a few feet away with his shirt off, sweats, and that fucking scarf. You always found Aizawa attractive, but you couldn’t stand him at the same time. Anytime you guys threw jabs at one another you always gave him back handed compliments, or you would compliment him and then call him names. Petty of course but you couldn’t let him get a big head. But this was new territory.

You’ve never seen him with his shirt off in real life. This is something you’ve only seen in your imagination. Like when you would touch yourself thinking about your teacher and then be angry about it later. He can feel your gaze on him and chuckles to himself while he starts rummaging through the fridge. So you take it upon yourself to make this a 2 player game. He can’t just come in here, be cheeky and leave. No. Some conclusions were gonna be made today.

You walk into the kitchen and sit yourself up on top of the counter. “So what are your fun Halloween plans Shouta?” You question. Kicking your legs back and forth like a child with a smirk on your face. He turn around with a glare on his face. “It’s Mr. Aizawa to you, and Halloween is for kids. That’s why everyone in the dorms is out having fun.” He said. “Oh right. I’m sorry sir. I just didn’t realize that you were old and boring with the mummy costume you always wear.” You say jokingly. Aizawa turns around to face you and chuckles, “Atleast I’m not a brat that’s stuck inside, while her kiddy friends run around and get away with whatever they want.” “Oh fuck off Shouta. I’m only here cause your lazy ass doesn’t like to teach.” You say with a huff crossing your arms over your crop top covered chest.

“You may be an adult now, but your still a snot nosed little shit who can’t even hear the word no without throwing a tantrum.” Aizawa says as he stalks towards your pouting figure. “Your the brat for making me stay here all cause I woke you up from your nappy.” You spat angry and flustered with how close your teacher is getting. “Yea? The way you speak to me is plenty reason to keep you here.” “Aw Shouta, you like me that much?” He is in your face at this point. Hands placed on the counter next to your ass cheeks that are smushed against it.

“It’s sir to you.” He says with the most stern face and tone that makes you shiver. You feel the tremble in your voice when you say, “but I thought we friends Shouta.” You pout leaning closer and your faces our now inches apart. His eyes meet your lips before meeting your eyes again. “Don’t make me repeat myself.” He is daring you at this point and you have got time today. “Or what Shouta?” You say with the most innocent face you can make.

With that his hand is around your neck. Squeezing it just enough to make you feel a little dizzy. “Your such a fucking tease.” He says as he is removing his scarf to wrap around your wrists. He wraps your wrists tightly in a bow and all you can do it try to catch your breath and smile. This tension has been eating at both of you for months and it’s finally overflowed. He grabs a fist full of your hair and pulls your face close to his before saying “Get on your knees or I will make you.” You nod your head and hop off the counter to get on your knees.

“Been thinking about shutting that pretty mouth up for awhile. Now I finally can.” He says as he pulls his half hard crack out of his sweats. He’s lazily stroking it infront of your face almost as if he’s stalling. Has he made a mistake? Can he tell you practically drooling over him and have been for years? To make it known you look up to meet his eyes and open your mouth with your tongue lolled out. Inviting him into your warm mouth, which he could never deny, he slowly glides his member across your tongue. Teasing you while slapping the tip on cheeks. He finally gives in and thrusts into your mouth.

He starts with a slow shallow pace you could easily keep up with but slowly starts increasing his speed until his full blown face fucking you. You would be mad if he wasn’t making the most beautiful groans. You couldn’t grasp his hips for support or touch yourself but a win is a win. Your face is wet with spit and tears but you can tell he is getting close as his hips begin to stutter in their pace. He slows down only to make up for it in depth. His cock being jammed down your throat. He gets a few more thrusts in before releasing himself in the back of your throat. You couldn’t even taste it.

You look up at him and he realizes your fully clothed with your hands behind your back. He laughs as he catches his breath. Pulling you up by your hair and dragging you to the couch in the lounge. Tossing your body onto it like it’s nothing. He then rips your top off to reveal you have no bra on. “What the fuck?!” You say kinda upset he would just ruin your clothes. He laughs again. “Don’t worry brat, I’ll buy you as many as you want.” He says as he begins to slip off the pj pants off your body to reveal the fishnets you put on in hopes of your Halloween turning out this way. He stares at your body as if you are a sculpture and your doing the same. His fully naked frame on top of your mostly naked one.

“Didn’t realize you were such a slut y/n,” he says rubbing his hardening cock against your clothed pussy, “why don’t you tell your teacher why you’re here right now.” Your panties were soaked in arousal. You didn’t even realize how turned on you were until he was touching you. “I was being rude.” You say looking at his cock rubbing against you until you see his cock replaced with his hand. He slaps your pussy. The moan/yell thing you released was euphoric to his ears. He tears the fishnets so that there’s a hole and then rips your panties fully off so you’re left in fishnets and restraints.

“Address me correctly.” You look at him with tears forming in your lash line. “I was being rude to you, sir.” You give in. Easier than you wanted to but there were more important matters. “Are you gonna be a good girl y/n? Or do I need to keep punishing you?” He says slipping two fingers into your pulsing hole. Letting out a moan of relief you admit, “I-I’m gonna be a good girl sir.” He chuckles as he moves lower to flick his tongue at your clit. You’re mewling at the contact. He was bringing you dangerously close to an orgasm, pumping his fingers at a fast pace and tongue slurping at your clit.

You feel yourself growing hotter and you get closer to your release but it all comes to a sudden stop. Aizawa pulled away and you didnt have any hands to pull him back. You whine like a brat pushing your hips up to signify you wanted his mouth again but he slaps your pussy again. “You’re gonna cum on my dick or not at all.” He says as he flips you onto your tummy. Face down, ass up, and hands tied he slides straight into your welcoming pussy and you could already feel his cock hit the gummy spot in your walls.

You feel so full that all you can do is whine and beg. “Please what pretty baby? Am I not fucking you good enough? You’re dripping all over my legs.” He coos teasingly. “You wanna cum for me?” “Yes sir” you answer immediately. “How long have you wanted this?” He asks pressing down on the arch of your back to make you arch even more. “Years sir. I -ha- wanted this for years.” “Aww cum for me then. Show me how bad you wanted this. You feel yourself release all over his cock as you scream into the couch cushion beneath you.

He unties your hands, flips you over, and places his and around your neck again and gently squeezes. “Doing so good for me. Been waiting -fuck- on this day. You want me to fill you up pretty girl?” You’re so fucked out all you can do is nod with your mouth agape as he plows into you. With a few final thrusts he releases into you.

He collapses on top of you for a few minutes before looking into your eyes. Neither of you know what to say or do so you just press your lips to his. He gladly moves his lips slowly with yours. Laying with each other and letting your lips do all the talking feels like heaven for both of you. Every regret and I’m sorry comes through with the passionate kisses your both sharing.

Time flies by and you find yourself passed out if your teachers bed. Everything can be resolved tomorrow, for now you’ll just stay snuggled up to your favorite teacher with a cunt full of cum and a smile on your face.

𝙰𝚞𝚝𝚑𝚘𝚛𝚜 𝚗𝚘𝚝𝚎!: 𝚃𝚑𝚊𝚗𝚔 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚐𝚞𝚢𝚜 𝚏𝚘𝚛 𝚊𝚕𝚕 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚕𝚘𝚟𝚎 𝚢𝚘𝚞'𝚟𝚎 𝚋𝚎𝚎𝚗 𝚜𝚑𝚘𝚠𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚖𝚎🖤

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meowzfordayz · 1 year

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rude boy

Author’s Note: ohmygosh and weLCOME TO MY LONGEST ONE SHOT (thus far) !! 😭🥳 Huge shoutout to @linahopeeeee 🥰 for commissioning this + their patience w/ me, bc this would’ve never been written otherwise lmao. 💀 Read the content warnings (CW), and ENJOY. 🤤😏🤗

rude boy

Bakugou Katsuki x Reader

Word Count: ~5,100

CW: 18+NSFW, alcohol, cream!pie, dark humor, degrading language, explicit language, Fem!Reader, mast!rbation, oral, spit, step!cest

Song Inspo: Rude Boy by Rihanna

Commission Fulfilled: Okay so you and your family are going to spend the holidays at a cabin. You agree to stop and pick up your rude step brother katsuki (who you’ve always had sexual tension with) , so the two of you drive to the cabin but a blizzard starts before your parents are able to leave out and is going to last for a couple of days so it’s just going to be you and katsuki until the roads are clear. The two of you try to stay away from each other until you decide to play a couple of drinking game, the alcohol gets to the two of you and one thing leads to another next thing you know his head is between your legs and it’s just continues on from there.

So I guess you can make the reader a little nerdy, and on the chubbier side with bigger boobs. I want the parents to be my mom and his dad. And he can be degrading but also praising her along the way. And yeah we can have a bit of a plot in there

~faqs~

Bakugou Katsuki you mull over his name, cinnamon Altoid between your teeth, mellow classical music floating in the heat of your car. A dusting of snow softens your surroundings, wipers squeaking intermittently, streetlamps illuminating the ethereal entrance of winter. Not too busy you hum quietly, city full of festive emptiness, lit windows and crowded driveways replacing typically packed sidewalks and noisy traffic. Despite hitting nearly every red light, you’re proud that—for once—you managed to leave early, well aware of Katsuki’s disdain for tardiness.

“Could you pick up Katsuki?”

“Katsuki? He’s your step-son,” you snort, “And hi mom, I’m fine, thanks for asking.”

“And your step-brother,” your mom sighs, “I’m happy you’re fine. Anyway, you’re closest to his apartment. Besides, if the weather’s bad, then I’d rather you drive with company.”

“The cabin’s what, an hour away?”

“Please.”

“Is this why you called me?”

“I called you because I love you and miss you and can’t wait to celebrate the holidays with you!” and… “And because it would really make things easier on his dad and I if you could pick him up.”

“But he’s so…”

Unbearable.

Sarcastic.

“Sweet, honey” your mom clucks her tongue, “He’s a good kid, just like you.”

“Gee, we’re such good kids,” you scowl, eyes rolling.

“So you’ll pick him up?”

“Okay. Sure. Yeah.”

Handsome.

Delicious.

I’m demanding gas money you huff, fingers tightening then relaxing around the steering wheel And I’m staying on aux. Another red light gives you a moment to check yourself in the rearview mirror, stubborn wisps of hair refusing to blow into place, lipgloss sticky and Too glittery as you chew on your bottom lip. A gift’s a gift you shrug, foot on the gas as the light finally changes, only slightly irritated that Bakugou Katsuki decided “girly shit” was what you “needed” for the holidays — never mind how often you rambled about literally. Anything. Else. Maybe he has something more… considerate, planned for the cabin? you entertain the idea for less than second, reality settling in as you shake your head Do not hold your breath for him pinching your cheek Dumbass.

A quick glance at the clock tells you you’re perfectly on time as you turn onto his street, phone buzzing with a prompt You’re late text message just as you command Siri to Call Rude Boy.

“I’m thirty seconds from your front door,” you snap, “And definitely not late.”

“To be on time is to be early,” Katsuki drawls, “And to be on time?” scoffing, “Late.”

“Do you even care about spending the holidays with us?” you mutter, “Besides, I stopped for groceries too, so really, you should be grateful.”

“Of course!” he exclaims, sugar sweet and absolutely lying, “What’s the holidays without the family? I’m gushing with gratitude.”

“Piss off.”

“No can do,” his smirk audible through your car’s speakers, “If I’m rememberin’ correctly, then that’s your car pulling up to my apartment,” voice lowering, “So you’re about t’be stuck with me,” his amused laughter grating as you shift into park, “Although, I guess I could sit in the back, give you some space.”

Space.

Exhaling deeply, memory of his callouses rough against your skin in a too firm handshake flitting bright and involuntary across your vision.

Stuck with me.

Nowhere to go if he sits beside you, broad shoulders squeezed into the passenger seat, manspreading with a taunting glint in his stare, clearing his throat as your fingernails tap erratically on the steering wheel, wondering what it’d feel like if they could graze his thigh instead-

tap tap “Oi idiot!”

Katsuki’s face appears practically beside you, car window protecting you from his glare as you flip him off.

“Unlock your car,” he shouts, palm smacking loudly on freezing metal, “It’s fucking cold, and my shit’s getting damp.”

Flipping him off again, you acquiesce, gut sinking at the click of your doors unlocking, inhaling slowly as though enough oxygen might smooth the crinkling of your heart.

“Pop the trunk,” he demands as soon as he opens the passenger door, snowflakes on his scarf melting at the blast of heat from the interior, “Unless you want a wet backseat.”

Unless you want a wet backseat.

Your body folded beneath his strong-

“Bitch, I’m talking to you.”

“The trunk’s open,” you retort, “Dipshit.”

“Did someone skip their coffee this morning?” he pouts, mock sympathy heavy, “I may or may not have packed a few bottles of Starbucks frappuccino,” sultry edge to his tone as he leans toward the center console, “And if you ask nicely, then your oniisan might feel like sharin’.”

“I thought it was fucking cold,” you hiss, forearms prickling at the faint scent of amber and moss, “And that your shit was getting damp.”

“You like my cologne,” Katsuki murmurs abruptly.

Not a question. Not harshly. A gentle balm of confidence coating the string tying your desire to his implication.

“Your oniisan has impeccable taste, doesn’t he?” his signature smirk returning, passenger door slammed shut before you can rebut.

“How much longer?” Katsuki sighs, practically horizontal beside you.

“Too long,” you grunt.

“Tch, that’s not very nice,” fake pout visible in your peripheral, “And after I shared a frappuccino with you?”

“For once,” you scowl, “This isn’t about you. The snow’s picking up, and we’re still half an hour away.”

“Aww, princess can’t handle a snowstorm?”

“I can handle it well enough to ensure your side gets the brunt of a crash.”

“Sounds premeditated to me,” shit eating grin on his face.

“And don’t call me princess.”

“Why not?” eyes narrowing, “You look like a princess with those glossy lips.”

Sucking in a breath, you gaze sternly ahead, cheeks warming, “A gift’s a gift.”

“Orrr you love your oniisan, and wearin’ the lipgloss he picked out specially for you makes you feel all cozy and fuzzy.”

“Why would I love you?” you snap, irritation palpable as you glance at him.

Damn.

It’s impossible to ignore his hands resting large and hot on his thighs, sweatpants thick and grey, waistband slung low from slouching in the passenger seat.

Why would I love you?

Impossible to resist tracing the edges of your mouth with the tip of your tongue, lipgloss somehow tasting better at the image of Bakugou Katsuki squatting in an aisle full of make up, your pretty smile at the forefront of his thoughts as he ponders whether you’d look best tinted bubblegum pink or sunset red.

Kissing him, or his cock.

To refocus on the road, too engrossed in your frustration—your forbidden daydreaming—to notice the gleam in his stare as he watches you, involuntary flex of his calves as he imagines showing you exactly why you would love him.

“Because I let you drive,” he mutters roughly.

“You let me drive? This is my car,” you scoff, “Give me another reason.”

“Whatever,” teeth gritted, forcing the imagined warmth, wetness, suction of your lips from his mind, “Just get us to the cabin.”

“So you don’t have another reason?” goading him now, “Or you won’t give me one?” twirling on the cusp of too far, “My love can be very nice, oniisan, but you have to earn it,” your nonchalance toying with his control, “And unfortunately for you, fancy lipgloss isn’t really my thing.”

Which you would know if you ever listened to me you tack on silently, recollection of his normal pompous and inattention calming your simmering ache.

Katsuki’s expression remains brooding and unreadable, palms sweaty—not that you have any way of knowing—as he resists adjusting himself, willing his body to Behave, fuck. Maybe fancy lipgloss isn’t really your thing, but he’s satisfied enough women to know the steady, rhythmic pressure of his cock splitting open your pussy could absolutely be your thing.

“So what is your thing?” he rasps, declaring fuck all to the quickly fading neon of NO TREPASSING, steps heavy and determined as he blatantly shifts his growing bulge, deep groan resonating scandalous and enticing at the fleeting friction of movement.

“My thing,” your voice heart stoppingly quiet, NO TRESPASSING irrevocably trampled with your next sentence, “Is delicious men jerking off in my passenger seat as I drive them to our destination, oniisan.”

“I’m delicious,” he smirks, hand slipping into his sweatpants, under his briefs, tip of his cock leaking precum between his practiced, calloused fingers, “And I’m in your passenger seat.”

The hell am I doing?! as you swallow nervously, every ounce of self restraint committed to keeping your eyes glued to the road — to ensuring your first time with Bakugou Katsuki isn’t on the side of a highway, your knees hung over his rippling shoulders, back squished into your leather seats as he pounds into your welcoming, greedy hole.

“You with me princess?” he murmurs slyly, deftly flicking his wrist, cock engorged and straining in its confines, “I wonder if I’ll be able to cum before we arrive.”

“Is your dick broken? Of course you’ll cum before we arrive.”

Katsuki nearly chokes on your smugness, balls tightening at the bite in your retort, half wanting to prove you wrong because How high and mighty and accurate of you to claim such power when you’re clearly squirming for relief; and half wanting to spill into his lap, staining your precious passenger seat in the process, showing off as he aims in your direction, cum splattering opaque and unexpected on your fuzzy sweater.

“My dick isn’t broken,” reaching lower to cup his balls, “I can assure you my stamina is plentiful, and my refractory period minimal.”

“Eloquent words for a man with a hand stuffed down his pants,” your core betraying you as it flutters at the promise lurking beneath his assurance.

“D’ya prefer filth?” he growls, shooting you a withering, ravenous look, “Because I can be filthy, princess. I can tease the nastiest, pathetic noises from that pert mouth of yours, can make a fuckin’ mess of your lips,” gesturing lewdly at your crotch, “Till they’re as smeared and glossy as the ones wrapped around my cock,” grip increasingly firm as he continues stroking his shaft, motivated by your throat clenching as he paints his vivid fantasy.

Doesn’t realize how fuckin’ tantalizing she is, out of breath, her little shudders, without me needin’ to touch her.

“I bet you prefer filth. Bet your thing extends beyond delicious men jerking off beside you,” finally freeing his cock, slapping its reddened, swollen head against his black and orange hoodie, vision tunneling when you audibly gasp, car swerving slightly. “Bet you prefer delicious men using your slutty, perfect cunt to jerk off instead of their fist, hm?” eyes closing as the swell of climax threatens to overtake his ability to talk, “Bet you prefer your delicious oniisan fucking you within an inch of consciousness, proving why you should love him, why you should love him and his fat, throbbing cock.”

A strangled whimper escapes you, soft moans filling your car as Katsuki orgasms, limbs twitching with each consecutive spurt of cum, splotches glistening on his hoodie, the glove box latch, your empty Starbucks frappuccino bottle nestled in the center cup holder.

Fuck you exhale shakily, clit tingling Whatthefuck, whatthefuck, what. The. Fuck.

Fuck he inhales sharply, tugging off his hoodie in one fluid motion, shirt catching on its lining to reveal solid planes of exerted, flushed muscle That was, unfuckinggodly shock registering And she didn’t even touch me.

You try—and fail—to avoid stealing a peek.

This can’t happen again sinking wary and nauseating in both your stomachs How the fuck am I going to get through this vacation? tension worse than it ever was.

I want him you think to yourself, dizzy as you turn on your blinker, exit approaching.

I need her Katsuki thinks to himself, unraveling as he cleans your car with the sleeves of his hoodie.

“Not much longer,” you mumble.

“Not much longer,” he echoes.

The lingering scent of his pleasure holds you hostage—keenly so—heady darkness swirling… waiting… ready…

“Have you and Katsuki left yet?”

You frown at her tone, noting its slight dip, “Yeah, mom. In fact, we just arrived,” realization creeping up your spine as you stare at your duffel bag plopped heavy and full on your bed, “You aren’t going to make it.”

Her sigh confirms your statement, “We didn’t leave in time, and the snow got really bad, really fast. I’m still willing to make the drive, but-”

“Don’t bother,” you interject, eyes rolling at your horrendously amazing luck, “Better safe than sorry. We’ll enjoy the cabin for you, and we can always celebrate together afterwards.”

“Are you sure?” tentative surprise in her voice, “I know Katsuki gets on your nerves, and hoped his dad and I could provide a bit of a buffer.”

“Mom, I’d rather him getting on my nerves than you ending up injured or dead in a ditch. In this weather, it’s not worth the risk.”

Laughter crackles through your phone as your mom exhales, evidently relieved at your lack of a fuss, “Well I’m glad you at least love me that much.”

“I do mom, love you lots.”

“Don’t trash the cabin, and leave the cleaners a decent tip, okay? Hopefully you won’t go too stir crazy.”

“It’s only a couple of days,” you snort, “I brought a few books, and I can probably occupy myself by undertaking unnecessarily elaborate recipes for breakfast, lunch, and dinner.”

“Maybe try to get to know Katsuki? His dad tells me he’s great in the kitchen…”

“Do not push me,” you grumble, “I don’t cook for taste — I cook for fun.”

“Alright, I won’t. Thank you for being calm about this. I’m sorry we didn’t plan well.”

“Yeah, yeah, be safe, not sorry, and I’ll keep calm and carry on.”

“I love you honey.”

“I love you mom, bye.”

Thud.

“Oi, those idiots can’t make it,” Katsuki’s annoyed drawl interrupts your moment of reprieve, “That’s why being on time’s so important, yanno.”

“I know,” you snap, grateful he at least has the decency to knock before entering, hesitant question on the tip of your tongue, “What time do you eat dinner?” recalling your mom’s request to Maybe try to get to know Katsuki?

“Whatever time you want, princess. But I’m cooking.”

What a prick.

—

“Good book?” Katsuki grunts from across the kitchen island, chopping carrots faster than you can read words.

“Fine,” you nod, reading, rereading, then rerereading the same sentence.

“Am I distracting ya?”

“Yes.”

“Tch, just tryin’ to make small talk.”

“Bakugou, you literally orgasmed in my passenger seat,” you huff, cheeks burning, stare sharper than his knife, “I think we’re past small talk.”

“Okaaay,” he raises an eyebrow, mindlessly tossing the carrots into the large pot on the stove, “So why’re you reading that book in particular? What draws you to an author?”

Pursing your lips, you glare down at your book, sentences still bleeding into each other, “You don’t care.”

“I don’t,” he shrugs, opening the fridge to grab the thawing chicken breast, “But I do appreciate you buying everything on my grocery list.”

“What are you cooking?”

“Chicken soup,” he smiles faintly, rummaging through a cupboard for a plastic cutting board, “Figured with the storm it’d be nice and cozy.”

“Are we disgusting?” you ask softly, committing your page number to memory as you give up and close your book.

“I’m not disgusting,” he responds immediately, pausing to rinse off his knife, “And you’re not disgusting either.”

“But we’re step-”

“If we’d met before our parents had-”

“Then nothing would’ve happened, because you’re an asshole,” you interrupt, coolness in your tone as you recall how many times he’d ignore you during family dinners, talking over you as your mom offered you an apologetic glance, “The only reason I associate with you is because your dad isn’t an asshole, and my mom deserves to be happy.”

“But, you still want to fuck me,” he smirks.

“For fuck’s sake,” you seethe, standing abruptly, chair scraping the kitchen tile, “Yes, you’re attractive. Yes, you seduced me. Yes, I want to have sex with you. But you know what? I’m not going to, because I’d rather maintain my dignity and self respect than fuck my oniisan whose only redeeming quality is his dirty talk.”

Shit Katsuki winces inwardly as you stalk away, book abandoned on the counter, chicken breast half sliced, broth simmering timidly. He knows he’s inattentive, domineering, selfish; just as he knows why, bubbling resentment familiar, sour, and inescapable when he jolts back to his dad introducing you — to his dad being the best, worst wingman in the history of wingmen. He doubts you remember, but he wasn’t always aloof and cruel: he’d started out cautiously curious, warm lick of attraction already budding in his groin… and then his dad’s relationship with your mom became serious — the mirage, tendril of hope, that they’d fade to the background, snapped. He couldn’t maintain his reserved, almost gentle exterior of wanting, breaking into a fractured portrait of rude, prideful, asshole. It helped that you were adults, that you had excuses to avoid each other, that he could usually exist as an unsavory fragment on the fringe of your thoughts.

“You’re joining us for the holidays.”

The fuck? “Who’s us, and what holidays?” Katsuki scowls, grip on his phone tightening.

“Our family. My girlfriend, her daughter, and you.”

“Our family?” he scoffs, “You’ve been dating for what, six months? And you’re already doin’ holidays together.”

“Katsuki,” impatience growing, “I’m not young anymore. I don’t have the leisure of casual-until-our-connection-peters-out. I don’t want this connection to peter out. Besides, I thought you liked [y/n]?”

“Whatever.”

“You could pretend to be happy for me.”

“I am.”

“Well pretend harder.”

“I’ll be there for your stupid fucking holidays.”

“I love you, Katsuki.”

“Bye, dad.”

“Let’s play Poker,” you declare as you stomp into the kitchen, bottle of vodka in hand, resisting the urge to stick your nose directly into the mouthwatering flavor wafting from the stove to your nostrils.

“Hi to you too,” Katsuki snorts, leaning against the counter, your book cradled in his palms, “Feeling better after your little tantrum?” eyeing your liquor, “Or worse.”

“Did you ask?” you hiss, snatching your book from him, “You probably lost my page.”

“You memorized your page before closing it, actually.”

Unperturbed, you open a drawer, searching for utensils, “I’m hungry.”

“So demanding,” he mutters, lifting the lid off the pot, “It needs five minutes.”

“And I’m feeling so much better after my little tantrum,” you quip, “Thanks for worrying about me, oniisan,” sloshing the bottle of vodka in front of his face, “You’re welcome to join me.”

Eyes narrowing darkly, he ignores you in favor of stirring the soup, satisfied with its aromatic scent.

“Anyway, I said let’s play Poker,” you repeat, “Unless you don’t know how? I can teach you.”

“Princess-”

“Don’t call me princess.”

“Princess, I know how to play Poker,” amused smirk meeting your stubborn glare, “Although I’m sure you’d make a fantastic teacher.”

“Soup, shots, Poker, and I go to sleep wealthier than I was this morning.”

“It’s only been two minutes.”

“You know what hanger is?”

“Your hanger can wait two fuckin’ minutes.”

“Where are the shot glasses?”

“I’ve been busy cooking dinner.”

“And I’ve been busy deciding whether to call a truce or avoid you for the remainder of my life.”

“How civil of you,” he grumbles, lungs pinching at your bitterness, “Is the truce for the soup?”

“And Poker,” you nod, “And shots,” setting bowls, silverware, and shot glasses beside the stove, “Your money too.”

“You realize Poker isn’t entirely skill based,” he remarks dryly.

“And you realize I’m luckier than most,” you retort, “It’s been five minutes.”

“Tch, serve yourself.”

Heart panging when you serve him too.

Three shots in, and two full games later, you sigh frustrated, sprawled lazy and comfortable on the living room rug, tank top straps loose on your shoulders, flannel pants scrunched around your ankles.

“I’m bored.”

“No, you’re disappointed that I’ve kept my money,” Katsuki chuckles, a new pair of sweatpants hugging his muscular legs, feet tucked neatly under him.

“You haven’t taken any of mine either,” you sniff, toes curling in your fluffy socks, “We’re evenly matched.”

“Technically, I’m a dollar ahead of you,” he grins, waving your dollar with unbearable smugness.

“Technically, that won’t last long.”

“How about,” he raises an eyebrow, “We up the stakes.”

“Calling a truce does not mean playing Strip Poker,” you immediately sit straighter, relaxed pretense dissipating.

“You’re attracted to me,” is his murmured response, his cards set aside, glinting maroon staring pointedly at your lips, “And when did I say anything about Strip Poker?”

“Our parents are dating,” you whisper, burn of vodka in your throat, watching his body for any sudden movement, “And,” swallowing thickly, “You’re an asshole,’ hyper aware of how you lack your usual venom.

“I’m attracted to you,” he rasps, observing the dilation of your pupils, the goosebumps dotting your forearms, how still you are as you hold your breath, “This afternoon,” vulnerability coiling in his gut, “I don’t regret it. Not for a second.”

“Bakugou,” you’re pleading now, dizziness returning, “I… I think I’m drunk.”

“You’re that much of a lightweight?” he freezes, hardness in his voice, “Are you keeping track?”

“You’re not?” is your hushed answer, daring him to surrender his hand.

To admit just how deeply his feelings cut: to reveal the extent of his lust, the weight of his anger — to reveal if, cowering behind his brashness, he holds any semblance of honest affection for you.

Quietly, he folds, “You’ve had three shots in almost three hours,” as you crawl slowly toward him, “And are only a dollar short,” curve of his jaw startlingly handsome, “So you tell me,” his fingertips grazing the heat of your ear, “Are you drunk?”

“I want you,” leaning into his touch.

“Are. You. Drunk?”

Falling into his crimson haze, the last puzzle piece settling into place.

“No,” confession hanging delicate and deliberate between your closing eyes and his faltering pulse, “I’m not, not at all.”

—

Firm hands guide your hips, support your back, tangle into your hair, as you clamber onto Katsuki’s lap, legs wrapping around his waist, warm mouth pressing moist, unsteady kisses across your collarbones.

“You’re stunning,” he whispers, compliments melting one after another into your skin, “So soft,” one hand cradling your neck, the other snaking down to your ass, “So supple,” pinching your flesh, smacking your thigh, feeling your body jiggle on his lap, soaking in your consequent whimpers.

He follows your lead as you slip a gentle finger under his chin, catching his lips with your own, tongue gliding sweet and teasing along his faint glimmer of a smile.

“Let me taste you,” nearly begging, his request pooling hot between your thighs, “Want you trembling beneath me, want you pulling on my hair, stealin’ my breath as you cum.”

You feel yourself falling as he guides you backward, tank top rising, curve of your tits bouncing in the incandescent light.

“Is it too rough?” he asks, boxing you in as he hovers above you, thick biceps on either side of your head, bulge barely brushing your pelvis, “The rug, is it too rough?”

“Taste me,” is your response, tugging at the collar of his shirt, satisfied hum vibrating in your sternum when he collapses—carefully—onto you, your legs wrapping once again around his waist, undulating erratic and petulant into his hardness, “Said you wanted to taste me, so do it,” groaning at the friction of his chest rubbing against your nipples.

“Gotta let me go,” he chuckles quietly, kneading your thigh with subtle strength, “How m’gonna taste you with you grinding on my cock?” thrusting strongly into your rhythm, smirking at your slack expression, “Make up your mind princess, you cummin’ on my bulge, or my face?”

“Your face,” you gasp, releasing him with an indignant glare, “I’m stealing your breath when I cum, remember?”

Harsh laughter tickles your stomach as Katsuki moves languid and lower, his shirt bundled and tossed behind him, thumbs bringing the waistband of your pants with him, kissing the bare crook of your knee as you help him remove them completely.

“Katsuki,” you whine shyly, pussy clenching as his large palms splay your legs, your folds already glistening.

“Katsuki?” reaching for your nipples, twisting lightly to distract yourself from the intensity of his stare, “Is… am I okay?”

Fuck he growls, “You’re more than okay,” spit dripping warm from his open mouth to your clit, “So fucking sexy when you touch yourself.”

And then he’s lapping at your folds, tongue flat and wet as he memorizes your scent, your texture, when you moan sharply, when you groan loudly, and when he’s accidentally veered off course. Your essence mixes with his spit, trickling slow and filthy between your ass cheeks, fingers pulling at his disheveled hair whenever he bites at your thigh, cocky grin disappearing into your heat as your legs quiver. His rhythm solidifies, inaudible praise vibrating every so often onto your swollen clit, your inner monologue turning to outer dialogue while his tongue flicks relentless and steady.

“Shit, shit, shit,” you babble, thighs tightening around him, heel of your hand pressing on his head, urging his tongue to swirl harder, faster, wetter, “Don’t stop, don’t stop, so close, don’t fucking stop, don’t stop,” bundle of nerves pulsing quickly, quicker, quicker, “I’m gonna cum, I’m gonna cum, I’m gonna fucking cum,” spine arching, feet flexing, core weeping with concentrated pleasure, his tongue still tireless, still going, “I’m cumming, fuck, fuck, FUCK.”

Sensitivity writhes through your legs as you finally release him, your slick smeared messy and translucent on his chin, his lips, his cheeks, the tip of his nose, feral shadow in his eyes as he wipes his face on the plush of your thighs.

“M’not done with you,” he mutters, fumbling with his sweatpants till they’re pooled on the floor beside you, “On your knees.”

Scrambling to obey, you roll onto your stomach, ass in the air, pussy queefing at the sudden change in position, eyes wide and unfocused as you glance over your shoulder at his pleased expression.

“Good,” he rasps, parting your creamy folds with a crude thumb, “So fucking good for me, such a fucking slut for me,” spitting on your ass, watching his saliva dribble onto the rug, slipping a rough finger into your pussy, “Good.”

“Katsuki,” you mumble, blushing at the schliick of his finger fucking in and out of you.

“Hm, princess?” he coos mockingly, adding another finger as you yelp, curling them at varying angles until he feels you shudder, “Was that it? Right there? You like when oniisan finger fucks you?”

You wail softly, nodding desperately into the rug, rocking back and forth as he cups your pussy, wet sound of your ass hitting his palm filling the living room.

“What’s it gonna be princess, cumming on oniisan’s fingers, or cumming on oniisan’s cock?”

“Your cock,” you whine lowly, blossoming orgasm halted as he immediately withdraws his fingers, body broad and sweaty as he drapes himself over you.

“Clean them,” he demands, cock nudging against your pussy, “Taste how fucking perfect your cunt is.”

The warmth of your tongue caressing his fingers elicits a long groan from him as he grips the base of his cock, voice a flitting murmur in your ear as he slowly, painstakingly presses into you.

“F-fuck,” he stammers, dominant demeanor faltering as your gummy walls envelop his cock, encouraged by your overwhelmed gulps for breath, your nails clinging to the rug’s tufts.

“Oniisan,” you blubber, eager to fit him fully and tightly, greedy for the bump of his cockhead against the entrance of your cervix, veins dragging thick and swollen as he sinks further into your pussy.

“So fucking needy,” Katsuki grunts, straightening up to watch the rest of his cock disappear into your pussy, “My needy bitch,” balls finally brushing sticky against your folds, “Wish you could see how pretty your cunt is, stretched so pretty around my cock,” pulling out slightly, “You can hear it,” shoving in sharply, jostling your body with a filthy squelch, “Can hear it as I stuff your sloppy cunt,” smirking as you gush around him, “My messy cunt, aren’t you princess? My messy fucking cunt, a hole just for your oniisan,” pounding into you at a rapid, steady pace, “Can’t believe how long we waited t’do this, don’t know how I resisted fucking that prim look off your face,” balls providing friction for your clit as they slap heavy and repetitive with the force of his thrusts, “You’re so fucking beautiful, such a fucking whore for me, wearing that lipgloss, letting me jerk off in your car, sitting your gorgeous ass in my lap, kissing me speechless,” working himself into a frenzy, lost in the suction of your pussy, your constant utterances of Oniisan! and Katsuki! and FuckfuckFUCK! “Where should I cum? Where should I cum? Shit!” his voice fraying, unable to decide between painting your silky walls, rippling ass, or flipping you over once more to coat your luscious tits.

“My cunt,” you whimper, “Wanna feel your cum drooling out of my hole, wanna be your cumdump.”

With a riled snarl, Katsuki spills into your pussy, cock throbbing as he continues thrusting shallowly through his orgasm, his cum leaking from your pussy onto the rug, rough fingers doing their best to collect the mess, smearing your ass, your thighs, your back as he claims you.

“My dirty fuckin’ bitch,” he groans, releasing you abruptly, possessive satisfaction welling in his stomach at the sight of you crumpled and oozing his cum, tampering down the insatiable urge to fuck and stuff and fill you again, again, again, your pussy molded to his cock, forever buried in your mess of a hole, plugged indefinitely to the brim with him.

“We’re definitely doing that again,” you murmur weakly, dimly aware of a warm, wet cloth scrubbing gently at your thighs, your skin prickling with the feeling of drying cum, pussy still dribbling intermittently, cheek burning faintly from what you can only presume is rug burn.

A toothy grin enters your foggy field of vision, familiar drawl all too smug as Katsuki’s narrowed eyes meet your satisfied gaze, “Give me thirty minutes princess,” flicking your swollen clit, grinning wider at your breathy, shocked squeal, “Or do you need until morning?”

Tender touches guide you to bed, sheets decidedly not the same color as the ones in your chosen bedroom, mattress dipping as you curl into a solid, grounding warmth, unexpectedly gentle arms embracing you, amber and moss lulling you to sleep.

“I love you,” whispered terrified and longing, voice rough and whittled, ruby eyes glittering melancholy in the dark.

I love you too mouthed softly into his skin in return.

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Can we see little blurb as a full length fic for requests this was adorable yet so naughty

{AN}-> I'm debating if I should make this a strict NSFW page where all the deep thirst is but at the same time I like writing fluff too, hmmmmm, I'm honestly doing this memory and kinda altered it a bit

{AN prt2} this is extremely overdue.

warnings; Smut; female reader, dirty talk, language. possessive, thigh riding, multiple orgasms(?), Overstim (?), proceed at your own risk!!

All characters are above the age of 18, taking place AFTER UA high.

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It all mostly started because you wanted more experience than what you currently had. You were fresh out of UA, ready to head-on with your life. Although, you're off to a pretty good start since you had a pretty nice place to stay with your roommate, Izuku. You had already been good friends so sharing a place to live wasn't a bad idea. You both put in your fair share of the rent, groceries, and other bills. On top of that, you also kept each other in good company.

However, at some point, everyone gets a little romantically lonely and you were feeling it more than ever. You decided to start dating but none of the guys you had met weren't meeting your expectations. They were shallow, some of them were too pervy, and immature and others just wanted sex.

So something had possessed you to go to Bakugo. Do not let his character fool you, this man attracts women like ants to honey. He was built like a god, had gorgeous features, strong, and was...experienced. Long story short you had both become friends with benefits after you came to some agreements.

1. this would remain between you both. He was big on privacy

2. if this were to happen neither you nor him would sleep with other people, for health purposes

3. if there were to be something more, you would have to let him know right away.

they were reasonable enough so, of course, you agreed. Whenever you need some company or something more you just give him a call or go over to his place. It was a lot more than just hookups tho, the sex was amazing but having him to yourself was really great too. During your periods if your cramps were bad and you just wanted cuddles, he would lay with you for however long you needed. Or maybe you wanted to go shopping and needed some help picking stuff out, he'll come with you

Oh, and he has a habit of sending you to get something so he could pay a majority of the sum. He somehow gets it right every time so you think you snagged a deal. Sometimes he spoils you and buys you some nice lingerie for special nights.

Well, today you had told him you could have a movie night. Only he had opened the door to something he did not like. You were playing some video games with Izuku before he had to go out, and you had your legs laid across his lap. His arms resting over your legs. In Bakugou's opinion, he was way too close to you.

"Maybe I should leave since you guys are having fun together." he sneered crossing his arms at the scene.

"Katsuki! You're here!" you said pausing the game "we were just playing a few rounds before Izuku went out," you said as you stood up from your spot

"Hey Kachan, I was just heading to the agency, it was good to see you again though," he said grabbing his phone and heading for the door "I'll see ya later Y/N!" you wave to Izuku as he closed the door and look back to the blonde. You head over to him and kiss his cheek

"What's got you all grumpy?" you ask about his grimace

"Whatever, it's nothing let's watch the movie" he grumbled getting the account set up on the TV and getting the movie running. You took your spot next to him getting comfortable in his arms. You knew by his lack of movements or comments that he usually makes

"hey." you said budging him but he didn't move. Well now you were left with one option

"hey" you repeated

"hey"

"he-"

"What?!" he snapped

"Why are you all pissed at me?" you ask coming off of him to sit on your knees

"Why don't you ask you, little boyfriend, Dek-" he stopped looking you up and down "The hell are you wearing?" he snarled

"Huh?" you look down to Deku's hoodie that you were wearing "O-oh, it got cold and he offered his hoodie s-so I took it and-"

"So what are you fukin' him too?" he interrupted

"No Katsuki!" you defend "God it's a damn hoodie, either way, why are you so jealous? It's not like you're my boyfriend!"

"Not your boyfriend huh?" taking your wrist he takes you into what is Deku's room and sat on his bed "We'll see what you say after this," he smirks deviously and strips from the sweats he was wearing to reveal his muscular thighs

"pants, now," he demanded "you're gonna cum all over my thigh teddy bear" he smirked

"B-but what abou-"

"Come on, maybe I'll even forgive you," he said patting his lap. You had to be honest for one thing seeing his muscles and him being demanding in the bedroom was really a turn-on. You pull your pants down along with your panties and walk towards him. His hand lands on your hips as he leads you to straddle his thigh and sit down Direct contact with the muscle made you shiver. He pats your ass with a squeeze and said

"Start grinding those hips baby," he smirked as his hands travel up under the hoodie you wore to caress your skin. You do as he demands and grinds forward and back, forward and back. A long sigh escapes your lips

"That's it, baby, get yourself off on my leg." he flexes his thigh increasing the pressure on your clit making your jolt "take this shit off, 'wanna see those tits," he said practically ripping off your shirt and the hoodie along with it. Your nipples are exposed to the cool air as you keep grinding his leg

"Katsuki~" you mewl as you throw your head back, his arm circling around you bringing you flush against him as he sucks on your neck. Moving from place to place making sure to mark his territory. With a shake and jolt, you come undone all over his thigh. Your body jolts every now and then as hold on to his shoulders.

"Good girl~" he growls lifting you up a bit to show how much you had come. A string still connected to your dripping pussy glistens in the light

"K-katsuki..." you pant still coming down from your high

"Don't whine now doll, I'm not done just yet" he smirks as he flips you over and throws you onto the bed. You watch as he slides his sweatpants off, his cock springing hard. His calloused hands meet your knees as he kneels in front of your and rubs the head of his cock over your silky slit.

"Damn, nice and wet, just how I like it," he grinned "Ready for me, teddy bear?"

You nod your head, aching to be filled with his cock. He slides in effortlessly, making you both sigh in relief and pleasure. You constricted around him tightly and he filled you deliciously. He pulls out painfully slow and rams himself back in.

"Fuck!" he finds a steady pace as he rocks his hips back and forth. "Pussy, so good...only I can fuck you, you know this" he panted flipping you onto all fours. One hand pushing your shoulders down and keeping your ass up "Even your pussy knows it. I can feel it squeeze me whenever I tell you so" he growls.

This had to be one of his favorite view and position. A firm spank comes down on your ass making you jolt. Even when he was so erotic and vulgar with his words, it only elevated the pleasure.

"Fuck yourself back on to my cock baby, just how you like!" he huffs leaning back enough for you to continue riding him back. The way your ass bounced on his cock, the sounds filling the room. The idea of him fucking you in Deku's room just added to the entire act.

"K-katsu~" you moan as his larger hands hold your hips ones again and gets back into his thrusting rhythm. "fuck" you whispered as you could feel your stomach cramp in another orgasm. You could feel him twitch inside of you as his pumps became more violent and sloppy.

"Shit princess, where do you want it?" he asks chasing both of your highs with a constant rhythm of spanks following.

"i-inside!" you pant out feeling yourself climbing higher and higher.

"Yea inside?! Who does this pussy belong to? Who do You belong to?!" Punctuating each question with more strikes to your ass

"YOU KATSU! YOouu!~" you cry out as you cum over his cock once again. With a few more pumps he empties himself inside you. You milk him while his cock pulses inside, emptying his load into you. His body looming over you but close enough to feel the heat radiating off of his body. He pulls out of you, and slumps over next to you. He pulls you in close to him and sticks his nose into your hair.

Despite having intense sex, he knew that after care is always important, even if they were just cuddles.

"...you know I could consider the option if you just brought it up," he mumbled into your hair

"Huh? What are you talking about," you said flipping over to face him

"..you know the whole. Boyfriend thing..I guess" he said nearly whispering. Truth was he really did have an attachment to you. You chemistry was good, you communicate pretty well maybe the dating thing was worth a shot, right?

"Hmmm, alright how about a proper date tomorrow night?" you offer wrapping your arms around his neck. "How's that sound boom-boy?" you tease with a smile

"fine..but I pick the place." he said sternly tucking you under his chin. "and your ass is moving in with me after this." he huffed making you giggle.

lil time skip...

Note: "Dear Deku, keep your shit stuff away from what's mine(Y/N)"

"...Huh I didn't know they were a thing..."

"P.S. thanks for letting us use your sheets as a cum rag." -B.K It was safe to say Deku did some early laundry that night. He wore gloves and everything to avoid touching any residue.

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hope you enjoyed this ~ 🍋there will be more to come

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wisterialagoon · 2 years

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Here’s a Dabi drawing I did a while ago!!

#league of villains #bnha touya #boko no hero academia #dabi my hero academia #jin bubaigawara #mr compress #shigaraki tomura #toga himiko #spinner #twice #my hero academia #touya todoroki #dabi fanart #dabi smut #dabi x reader

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lamet00wn · 1 year

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Idolization

Imagine prohero!Y/N sustained an injury, taking up a job in the modeling agency. Not to you or your husband’s knowledge prior, it was a naughty agency and you absolutely fucking killed it.

Ooc bakugo and todoroki? (My brain melts for soft Katsuki and shoto <3)

Content warning: NSFW, slight angst, polyamory, Female!Reader, dom!bakugo, Dom!Todoroki, bossy&BrattySub!Y/N, male!receiving, humiliation, degrading, getting caught, mentions of breeding kink, P0rN with plot, swearing.

Long nsfw story. Part two will consist of sub!reader a lot more lol

Katsuki couldn’t believe that IcyHot bastard and his demon of a wife had convinced him that you taking up the model agency job for Victoria secret was a ‘good idea’. He grumbled to himself, pushing open the agency door with one hand. He entered the lobby, walking up to the receptionist in the middle of the semi-filled area.

His frown never left his face, going to open his mouth to speak but a hand was placed in front of him. His mouth hung open as the receptionist typed away on her computer with one hand

“They’re already expecting you, sir. Tell Mrs. toba I said hi”

The receptionist always dreaded bakugo coming everyday. He was always loud and demanding, unlike his other partner who was always quiet and respectful when he entered.

Bakugo couldn’t help but scoff at the name the receptionist blurted.

“Is that the name she’s telling the public now?”

He grumbled, leaving to the direction of the elevator. Y/N legal last name was bakugo with the promise to todoroki he’d get to name the first Child. You decided you wanted to tell the press a combined name since before everything was legalized, you got backlash for only choosing to take bakugo’s name. You were with bakugo before todoroki was even in the picture so of course he had certain rights to you.

He grumbled to himself all the way to the elevator, all the way up, and all the way to your set. He brutally opens the door with his knee and stomps in, his aura making everyone uneasy.

You turned to the door and smiled widely, cheeks dusting a light pink

“‘Suki!! You made it just in time!”

Katsuki hummed as he heard his love and turned to her. He froze and his face flushed from his neck to his ears in red when he saw his wife. You were sitting on your knees on top of a cushioned stool in the cutest hearts slip dress, nothing showing due to cover up the agency provided but still looking heavenly.

“It’s the new Valentine’s Day set! Do you like it?”

You squealed in excitement to see your husband. You noticed how red he was, trying to hold his composure. He never got to appreciate the lingerie you wore because either him or shoto always ripped it off you immediately.

He choked on his spit for a moment, forgetting to respond. He swallowed, hard and nodded

“You look perfect, obviously. You always do”

He tried to hide his flustered expression and the slight discomfort downstairs growing. He hushed a groan to himself, thoughts flooding his mind of previous encounters between you two or when it was you three. His thoughts were interrupted when a man in only boxers entered the set, making himself comfortable behind you. He squinted at the male and watched their next actions

“You ready, miss?? 3…. 2…. 1-“

the camera man start recording. It was an ad with music, made to be sexual for Valentine’s Day coming. You start with your head down, knees to your chest before getting yanked to look at the camera by your hair, mouthing a few words from god knows what song before being made to look upwards, exposing the makeup hickies plastered on your neck

The action alone made katsuki grip his sleeve so tight his knuckles turned white. His hands heated, smoke seeming to be admitting from them. He had to calm himself with a deep inhale through the nose with a following exhale out his mouth. He did love how you looked though. Staring at every perfect curve tucked into the very See-through cloth.

He noticed your frown of disapproval. You sighed and sat up straight. You did the stunt over once more before shaking your head at the end. No one had noticed shoto slipping into the room and walking to stand next to Katsuki. He froze, the same reaction Katsuki first had. His face flushed red, the same bakugo did.

“It’s not. Working. I don’t like it. Jess, what do you think?”

The director came over to you to discuss some changes. Shoto glanced to Katsuki who was burning his gaze into the male fixated behind you. Shoto followed his line of sight. His eyes fixed on the random dudes hands which were gently grazing his lover’s clothing, starting to lift it.

Katsuki cleared his throat, getting the mans attention. He let go of the fabric with a roll of his eyes.

Suddenly you looked to your husbands. First Katsuki. Then shoto. Then Katsuki again. Then shoto again. They both shivered in sync at the smirk spreading across your face.

“Rob. Or whatever your name is. Go away. You ruined it. I have a better idea”

The unnamed male cocked an eyebrow upwards, being lightly shoved to the side by you. People noticed but never commented How your confidence while at work went through. The. Roof. You were THE boss and absolutely loved it. You’d even boss around shoto and Katsuki when they were in the vicinity which they didn’t seem to mind.

“Are you serious. I ruined it?” He snapped to you.

“Yes. Now go or you’re fired”

you waved him away.

“Suki. Can you come here please”

you cheerfully giggled. He couldn’t help but snort at your remark to him as he strutted over to his lover’s side, prideful. He was still in his hero uniform which made his confidence sky rocket and ego even bigger ‘Snarky bitch’ was all he could think.

A low chuckle erupted from ‘rob or whatever’, more a scoff than anything. He rolled his eyes once more, turning to leave but not before he mumbled “slut” at her to himself. Or at least he thought to himself.

Without missing a beat, she extended her arm as bolts of electricity formed a rope around the males next. She tugged him back. He stumbled until facing her, he froze in place.

“Do you repeat that for everyone else to hear this time?”

The studio went. Silent. Katsuki was confused and shoto took a step forward in concern.

His step forward caught your eye as you smiled

“Sho, can you be a dear and come here too, please?” She motioned him over and he was already by her side by the time she put her hand down.

“Now. Do you wanna repeat that for my husbands to hear”

she emphasized the ‘S’ in husbands. The guy’s face went pale.

“No, ma’am” he choked out.

She scoffed, looking down to his bulge. She let him go and wore a disgusted look.

“Gross.” Was all she muttered and turned away. He fled the scene with his tail between his legs.

“You really shouldn’t be using your quirk you know. The doctors said you need to refrain while you recover”

Shoto reminded you

“I’m fine, love”

You turned to your favorite people in the world, basically bouncing in your seat from excitement to see them.

“Okay okay! Mmh. Sho. You move here.. and Suki.. you move- ah! Here. And..”

she trailed off, putting the men in different positions for the video. The final result was shoto holding your hands pinned behind your back and his free hand grasping your neck gently. Katsuki had his hand in your hair, when your face was lifted to look at him, he would grab your chin with his unoccupied hand. The way you looked at them both, eyes full of lust, they were about to burst. With the camera man yelling ‘Cut’ the boys hesitated before releasing you

A squeal off in the distance caught all 3 of your guy’s attention. Jess was ecstatic

“THATS IT!!”

She screeched. She was basically jumping up and down. She was holding a pink robe so you could wrap yourself in it, which you did happily after hopping to your feet.

“I get to keep this right?”

You asked, super exited, that big contagious smile never leaving your face.

Jess nodded and handed you a little pink bag. “And the bondage set as a little surprise” she giggled with you

Tododorki and Katsuki froze again

“B-?” Katsuki started but couldn’t get the rest out

“Bondage?… set?” Shoto finished his sentence with a gulp.

You turned to them and nodded, surpassing a giggle

“mhm!! I can’t wait for you to see! It’s so cute! I have to get dressed now then we can go out! I’ll meet you guys downstairs!”

You waved them off, practically racing to your room. You were just so excited for your date with your handsome husbands! You loved walking around with them and showing off. You slipped into your personal changing room to get dressed in more decent attire.

Your dressing room was also attached to todoroki and bakugo’s dressing room. It was more of a guest room but they help out so much that the agency gave them their own room. The agency made sure not to have them share a room with you for obvious reasons ..

Your let your hair down from its half up, half down style and mumbled a moan of satisfaction from the release, scratching your head you smiled. You cocked an eyebrow up when you heard the door to your lover’s dressing room open and almost slam closed in a hurry. No one is supposed to be using that? Strange?

On the other side of the wall had shoto sitting in the couch, head leaned back at the back of the couch. His face was entirely hot. He could hear a very very faint ringing in his ears

“God dammit” he mumbled to himself.

The blonde was pacing back and forth in the room. He sighed.

“We are so weak. Pathetic excuses for men”

“Hey. It’s not entirely our fault. She did it on purpose and what were we supposed to do? Not look? Not get hard?”

Shoto responded with a calm voice that dared to sound desperate

Katsuki groaned aloud once more

“oh shut up! Don’t say it like that. You sound like a perv!”

He cracked at the half ‘n’ half man sprawled out in the couch

“We can’t go out like this! Especially in our hero costumes! People can very much notice!”

Katsuki panicked. Usually he didn’t care when he had a hickie or even talked about lewd subject but this was just embarrassing.

“We can just wait it out. Say we saw a villain or smth and had to leave for a sec.”

He huffed out, calming his voice.

“We cant wait it out! That’ll take forever! You aren’t exactly helping to calm me down”

shoto argued

“THEN STOP LOOKING AT ME YOU PERV! IF I TURN YOU ON THAT MUCH LOOK AWAY”

bakugo’s face was glowing red, it even crept down his neck.

That’s when it happened. The yelling confirmed your suspicion of the boys being in there and you opened the door. You slid in and closed it behind you. You hadn’t changed out of your outfit but your hair curled and twirled all over your curved chest and face.

“What do you think you guys are doing here?”

You giggled the most sadistic giggle they’d ever heard. You immediately noticed the two of them’s discomfort. You laughed out loud.

Katsuki growled in response “WHAT THE HELL IS SO FUNNY?! THIS IS YOUR FAULT.”

Shoto rolled his eyes at the loud introduction. He looked to you and almost whined when he saw how good you looked. He could feel his hard on twitch in his hero costume.

Katsuki didn’t skip a beat in approaching you and grabbing your waist harshly. He pulled you close, flushed again him. His pants were suffocating him and he was losing control.

“Now you’re gonna pay for this.” His voice immer you calmed and almost seemed to darken.

You pushed him off and smiled brightly

“Mmh. No. I don’t think I will. I have something else in mind.”

You pulled him to the couch. You pushed his chest to sit down on it, next to shoto. He looked up to you, confused.

“This is too priceless. Now. We don’t have enough time for anything. Our reservations are soon. Here’s what you’re going to do”

you stepped back, scanning the two. Your eyes flicked to shoto’s spread out legs and a lightbulb went off.

“Katsuki.” You turned to him. His name leaving your lips sent a chill up the blondes spine. He didn’t respond and you continued.

“Suck shoto off.” You demanded. They both winced at your words. Katsuki stood

“The fuck you think you’re talking to?” He looked over you. He probably weighed twice the amount you did due to his height and built body.

You held your ground with a smirk.

“You heard me. His is the most noticeable since your pants are baggy. We can go to dinner after and then-“

you were interrupted before you could finish your sentence

“NO WAY! WHERE DO YOU GET OFF SAYING SHIT LIKE THAT!” Katsuki spit. He didn’t like expressing his feelings and something about expressing his feelings about todoroki made him melt like butter.

“You didn’t let me finish.”

You pulled out your birth control container with two pills taken out of the 3rd row, Wednesday not being taken yet.

“I haven’t taken my pill yet. I’m in ovulation. You do this and when we get home I’ll have your first kid”

you smiled at him. He wanted to wipe that smile off your face more than anything but also,

,he didn’t skip a fucking beat after you made that request. He turned to todoroki, walked over calmly and kneeled down in front of him.

Todoroki sat up quickly, smacking the hands that were undoing his belt. He didn’t think he could then more red. He’s never done anything with Katsuki before, well they’ve kissed and went on dates but never sexual yet. The two had talked about it but never were able to bring it up to you.

“Wait wait wait! What’s in it for me?!”

Shoto looked to you panicked. Katsuki almost looked offended. Shoto looked down to comfort him and kissed his forehead.

“Not that I don’t want it, love, but you really folded over that? I know we’ve talked about doing stuff but we never came to a conclusion. I mean do you even really like me in this relationship?-“

he was interrupted by Katsuki grabbing his shirt and pulling him down

“Finish that sentence and I’ll end you. Of course I do. You were my gay awakening, you idiot. God you’re so stupid. Just shut up and let me get this over with!”

He rolled his eyes and pushed shoto back to lean against the couch cushion.

You walked over to sit down next to shoto.

“You can have me or Katsuki all to yourself for a day. Or you can choose our next date! Whatever you want”

you reassured shoto as he nodded.

He was freed from the prison people call pants, his dick coming up to slap his clothed chest. It twitched at the cold air once being free.

Todoroki’s was slimmer than bakugo’s but what he lacked in girth made up in length. He was a lot longer than you’d ever seen. Bakugo wasn’t short but man was it big.

Katsuki hesitated, sighing in what seemed like fear. He gripped the base of shoto’s length in his hand, pulling it closer to him. He closed his eyes and parted his lips, taking shoto’s tip into his mouth.

Shoto had to bite back a moan, covering his mouth with the back of his hand. He watched the blonde slowly sink down to try and catch all of him in his mouth. He wasn’t going to not take all of it like a weakling but his thoughts of that were interrupted by shoto hitting the back of his throat 2/3 of the way down. He gagged and immediately pulled off, shoto’s dick swinging back and making a pop noise when katsuki’s warmth was ripped away.

Katsuki had a coughing fit, covering his mouth to try not to gag again. His eyes burned into you

“HOW DO YOU EXPECT ME TO TAKE ALL OF THAT?!”

He yelled, his palm opening and crackling slightly in frustration.

You tapped your finger on your thigh, your face scrunching into an annoyed expression.

“Yeah. It’s not as easy as I make it look huh.”

You lean over to shove katsuki’s mouth back onto shoto. His eyes widen and a suppressed protest vibrates shoto’s dick, causing him to muffle a moan.

“Hollow your cheeks, babe! Just like you taught me”

you exclaim sweetly. He couldn’t believe you. He did just that though, clenching his fists as he slightly gagged but breathed through his nose to push through.

Shoto was already falling apart. Katsuki looked up to make eye contact with shoto as he bobbed his head slightly. Shoto wanted to finish just from the sight. He reached over to your hand and gripped it harshly. He was embarrassed that he was already reaching his peak, giving you a warning squeeze.

“Shit.. Kat-“ he whined into the back of his free hand

You smirked to yourself. “Look how pretty you look, ‘suki!!”

Which earned a groan in response. He was unable to argue back.

“Didn’t think you could suck dick so well. I’m a little jealous. If only I had one”

you continued to tease him. He kept growling which made shoto’s twitching heard On vibrate. He was a quiet, sadly, moaning mess. His head threw back

“Y/N. Knock it off. If he keeps growling I’m gonna-“ he tried to whisper to you. Katsuki was unaware of his actions. Your heart fluttered when an idea arose.

“Oh, you hear that. Sho’s close. Let’s help him out, huh?” You teased, and with that you gripped your blonde husband’s head and pushed it all the way down which made shoto bottom out in his mouth.

Due to Katsuki’s growl in surprise vibrating shoto’s cock and him gagging violently, shoto couldn’t help it and painted katsuki’s throat with his warm white ropes. Katsuki pulled off of him and coughed harshly. He spit up most of the seed, it slipping down his chin.

“Y/N! What the fu-“ he started, loudly. You quickly smacked his mouth to stop him from talking, or rather spilling more. You smiled and kissed his forehead.

“Good job. One more thing though!”

You put up one finger to make him wait. You glared down at him, that same sadistic smirk spreading across your face.

“Swallow.”

You took your hand away to watch.

Both the male’s eyes widened. Katsuki was absolutely going to protest. He opened his mouth to do so but you were quicker. You shoved your fingers into his mouth and forced a swallow from him.

Shoto could’ve came again just from that action alone. “Holy shit.” He breathed out, coming down from his high.

You smiled brightly which soon faded when Katsuki bit your hand. You retracted your fingers and let out a very loud whine

“OW! Suki!” You whined and held your hand. He leaned up and kissed you harshly. He was pissed. He shoved his tongue into your mouth, making you take the rest of shoto’s seed from his tongue. You hummed softly at the action and he pulled away.

Shoto held your hand and kissed the red dotted lines across your knuckles, after concealing himself in his pants of course.

Katsuki was still pink in the cheeks. His breathe hitched. His hard on was defiantly noticeable now. No way could you go out to dinner.

“Fuck reservations. We are going home. Now.”

He grabbed your hand and pulled you off the couch before doing the same to shoto. He held your wrist tight and marched out.

“Kat! Im not dressed.” You protested.

Without looking he grabbed a random persons coat and threw it at you.

“I told you. We are going home. Now.”

#bakugo x reader #katsuki x y/n #bakugo katsuki #katsuki x reader #shoto x reader #todoroki x reader #shoto todoroki #bnha x reader #todobaku #todobaku x reader #bnha #mha smut #bnha smut #smut #polyamarous #my hero acedamia #mha x reader #boko no hero academia

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kinq-sleazee · 1 year

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“may god help those who’d dare to disrespect his queen”

JUJUTSU KAISEN

1. House of JJK (Frat House AU)

- mean boi meg

2. Gojo loves oral

3. Mahito loves anal

4. Gojo still loves oral

5. Gojo doesn’t love you

6. Sharing is Caring - GojoGeto

7. The Detriment of Our Origin- Sukuna

8. A Night In - Yuuji Itadori

BOKO NO HERO ACADEMIA

1. Meanzuku Pt. 2

2. Bakugo is a bully

3. You and Sero go together

4. Baby daddy Deku

5. KRBK

6.Sleazy Deku

7.Shiggy Cries

8.Shiggy is mean

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mylovley · 2 years

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~Your First Time~ Katsuki Bakugou x reader

Warnings: Smut

(sorry if the bakugou content is getting boring ive just been hyper fixated on him since 2017 im sorry. I will come out with different content soon I promise)

-your first time was definatly in UA

You and katsuki had been dating for a few months now, and you never realized how bad you wanted him sexually until, last night when his grey sweatpants enhanced his bulge even while he wasn't even hard

you couldnt stop thinking about the way he looked in that black tank top and grey sweatpants. Hair wet from the nights shower, defined muscles glistening with what little light shown in his room. You were hungry, and so was he.

The whole day he was all you thought about. Which wasn't uncommon, but this time was different. You groan as you sit in your last class of the day, back at 1-A.

you had been so in thought, you didn't notice the pink and brunette haired girls beside you.

"Umm earth to Y/N? Are you even listening?" Mina questions, shaking her hand in your face.

"Huh?" you snap out of your trance to face the girls at your side.

"You've been like, staring at bakugou for a hot mf minute." she replys

"Is something up?" Sweet uraraka asks.

"No no im fine!" You lie, pink spreading on your cheeks. You hope no one notices, but mina does.

"Oooooo is our little y/n thinking dirty thoughts-" You shove the pink haired girl down in her seat just in time for Mr. Aisawa to walk in the room. Uraraka following behind.

Mina eyes you suspiciously while you stick out your tongue, then face the board.

Today's training was rough. Like, REALLY rough. You were exhausted, but all you could think about was bakugou.

You walk in the dorms, kicking off your shoes and sliding on your slippers. You were 'home alone' of sorts, so you were excited to get some peace. The others invited you to go with them but you politely declined, explaining that you just wanted to go home. Which they respected.

After your long shower, you slip in your pjs (only being a oversized t bakugou "lent" you) (you totally did not steal it) with a lacey pair of underwear. It smelled just like him. His colone and natural musk mix together filling your scenes as you walk out of the shared woman's shower room, walking to the kitchen, passing by the living room as you do.

You make it to the kitchen, grabbing some stuff for a simple sandwich, you lay them on the counter and begin to work when you hear a "The fuck?" You jump, turning around to see your hot headed boyfriend fresh from a shower of his own, sweatpants hung low on his hips, showing his v-line. His same black tank top riding up, showing not only his arm and shoulder muscles, but his abs aswell.

"Um, I thought I was alone." Katsuki stares at your barely covered form. Is that... lust behind his eyes?

when he doesn't answer, you get nervous. "Katsu-" your muffled attempts wear down as katsuki pulls you in for a breathtaking kiss. Your arms slowly trail up his toned chest and around his neck.

his hands run down your waist, squeezing at your hips, before sliding down to your ass giving a firm squeeze. Earning a whimper from you.

He smirks against your lips as he hoists you up, you wrapping your legs around him for support. The kiss deepens, tongues fighting for dominance (He's wining). As he sits you on the counter bodies pressed together, eachothers scents and saliva intertwining as his hands explore your body, grabbing on to whats his. Little grunts and moans coming from the both of you.

He finally pulls away, lips red and bruised. Ruby red eyes half lidded. "My room." you nod in excitment. He re-connects your lips with a soft groan as you pull on his hair, hoisting you up once again as he scuffles to his room.

Once in the blonds room, he throws you on the bed. You squeek, but land softly. Bakugou slowly walks up to you, red LED's illuminating his beauty. Lust fills his eyes as he looks down at your small form. Wicked smirk forming as he spots the effect he has on you.

He pulls you by your ankles to the end of the bed. Crawling in between your legs, leaving hot kisses and dark hickeys all down your neck. He tugs on your shirt asking for permission to take it off, you nod, as he lifts the shirt over your head. Revealing your lacy bra and matching panties. He groans, attempting to hold himself back. You sit up tugging his shirt off, defined muscles only enhancing with the red lighting. Chest now bare. He dips back between your legs leaving heated kisses and hickeys behind wherever he goes. Earning sweet moans from you when he hits your special spots. It only makes his dick harder. He slips off your bra with ease, you hissing in response, but quick to swallow a moan when he sucks on one, big hands massaging the other. You were drowning in pleasure when you hear the door downstairs open, followed by loud laughs and hollers.

You gasp, and go to get up when katsuki pushes you down. With a deadly look he says "Did i say you could get up?"

"B-but what if they hear us-"

"Then be quiet princess." he hums in a low growl, pinning your down then moving to your bottom half. He leaves slow, hot, kisses and love bites all throughout your inner thighs, hand caressing the other sides. His sharp canines showing as he does. He slowly makes it to your woman hood, hot breath breathing over your heat for a second, before bringing his fingers up to the now soaked lace, rubbing in small circles

You moan sweetly as his fingers play with your needy clit.

He places a single kiss on your hood before he rips your panties off earning a gasp from you. "Hey those were my favorti!- Ahhh" you moan as he swiftly laps up your wetness, red eyes looking up at you half lidded from between your legs. One of his arms reaches to cup your breast and the other squeezes your outer thigh. "I'll by you new ones." he whispers quickly, focused on pleasing you right now. The pleasure is numbing, but it only gets better when he inserts two fingers in your tight cunt, finding your sweat spot and hitting it every time, curling his fingers. Every time he makes you moan he makes a mental note of what it was for later.

He continues this until you cant handle it anymore, hotness building up in your core. "Kats- Im gonna-" he only goes faster lapping up your heat like its his last meal, curling and working his fingers only faster as you reach your climax. You loudly moan, back arching, as your brain goes fuzzy from the mind-blowing head you just got. He smirks, your slick covers his face as he laps up and swallows every bit of your cum. He stands up and your weary eyes immediately jump to his bulge, just aching for you. You manage to sit up telling him to sit on the bed, back against the headboard. Once he does you climb over, ass in air as you pull down his pants. Fisting his crotch you realize just how hard he is for you. He moans then hisses once you eagerly pull down his boxers. His thick, long, cock slaps against his stomach. Angry tip practically drenched in precum. You moan as you take his length in your hand one at the base and one fondling his balls. You take him in, and with what you cant reach with your mouth, you reach with your hand.

His head falls back as he moans from the pleasure.

"just like that pretty girl, just like tha-" he gasps as you squeeze and suck a little harder.

he moans "Oh your so good for me, so so good" his eyes roll back and he squeezes the sheats. But before he climaxes he pushes you off, rolling your on your back, he sits up on his knees as he picks up your legs, tossing them over his shoulders as he alines himself with you, eager to be inside. His lustful eyes look at you for approval which you immideatly give him. He waists no time as he slowly enters you filling you up, inch by inch.

"Oh god" you hold back a moan as the most beautiful sounds come out of the blond. He lets you adjust, but loses control as he slams himself into you. This turns into the pounding of your life. The bed creaks and shakes as he thrusts his strong hips into you hitting your spot. He slowly lays himself down by your ear leaving bites as his moans fill your ears. Still thrusting blissfully as ever. You feel your climax coming and so does he, once he feels your walls clamp down he pounds faster and harder bullying that spongy spot, one hand on the headboard as the other rubs your sensitive clit in messy, needy circles. "come for me." his voice comes out needy but rough. That's all you needed. As he rubs faster your back arches in a mind-blowing orgasm, your mouth forms into a pretty '0' Bakugou reaches his climax too as you hears his moans followed by sloppy thrusts in your now aching cunt. His load spills in you like small explosions. You both ride out your high until he collapses beside you. Covering you both and turning the lights off.

You cuddle in his chest, exhausted from the night you just had. "So, come here often?" you joke as he huffs arms wrapping tighter around you, face nuzzling in your neck "Shut up dumbass" he says with a kiss.

That was only your first time. It only get better each time.

Oh, and EVERYONE heard. You will never live it down.

SORRY IF THIS SUCKED THIS IS MY FIRST TIME WRITING SMUT I PROMISE THE NEXT ONE WILL BE BETTER IM JUST SUPER TIERED RN.

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let’s talk about hawks

mini headcannons of the good, the bad and the sexy

special thanks to the biggest hawks simp i know for helping me out @gardenofdreams ❥

the good

❥ the best medicine: with hawks’ natural ability to be flirty, witty and charming, you often find yourself in laughter when being blessed by his presence. whether it be a borderline dad joke or a highly intellectual one, hawks’ never fails to place a smile on your face. it’s an added bonus for you, always catching his bright smile and cheery eyes. both of you aren’t strangers to literal laughing pains and the unfortunate second hand embarrassment of onlookers when they have no idea why both you manage to sound like dying hyenas in the middle of public. even on your worst of days, it’s extremely difficult to stay mad or in sorrow when your favorite bird brings you utter goofiness.

❥ by land, air or sea: the commission has hawks on a tight rope when it comes to work as being comfortable with traveling and sometimes covering at different agencies are mandatory. with that though, hawk’s has become accustomed (and frankly spoiled) when it comes to traveling. on both of your off days, he’s quick to snatch you up and take you somewhere new. could be a new restaurant, a new city, old park to pick up some nostalgia, or even a light walk around the block. he’s always in motion and if you can, he adores it when you’re able to experience it with him. while you won’t always be allowed to take a picture for memories, you and hawks both enjoy little keep sakes. while you mostly have the shrine of memories in your own home quarters, hawks likes to have his scattered around, always finding the perfect memory whenever he looks within his home.

❥ pathetic but cute romantic: as much as a smooth talker hawks is, he really doesn’t know how to make the lovey dovey moves. he just simply struggles on every aspect that isn’t clear and cut. but however, that does not stop his determination on the matter. occasionally, you’ll both have to air out the kitchen from him leaving the chicken in the oven for too long and deciding to stick with takeout. more frequently, you’ll have to remind him that while you appreciate the flowers, him adding too much flower food to the water actually kills the flowers faster rather than keeps them alive for longer. and unfortunately, to enjoy a bubble bath with candles and wine, floating wine glasses only works when he doesn’t flap his wings within the water, making the floor a slip and slide. as mentioned, pathetic.. but the effort on his part will never die just like his love for you.

the bad

❥ workaholic: a driven and hard working man is attractive and will never not be. but there comes a point to where it can be an obsession, unhealthy, and dangerously addicting. it stresses and scares you, let alone hawks himself. he knows he has an issue but with the commission ingraining the work load into every fiber of his being, no one, not even himself, can stop hawks. one of the worst days of both of your lives was you waiting up until 4am in your bed, terrified of the news. a massive bombing in the inner city, taking out multiple buildings and destroying countless streets. your heart exploded with every update the news and social media gave. it almost seemed hopeless. but with hawks finally walking through the door, covered in ashe, tattered clothes and that almost war zone look, and saying he just had to stay and help.. it made you question whether he even cared about his safety at all. hawks may be a hero, but unfortunately will never be able to save himself from disarray.

❥ self care: due to hawks’ workaholic ways, basic self care and hygiene can slip his mind easily. unlike him knowing he has a work problem, still to this imaginary day, knowing when his funk is lingering doesn’t process in his brain. you really try your best to tell him lightly. suggesting a shower together, offering some gum in the middle of the day, asking which fragrance of yours he enjoys the most by subtly spraying more than one. this issue really does hurt the both of you. you know deep down that everyone can struggle with this issue, and seeing your love go through it constantly can put a damper in your mood.

❥ family struggles: whether you want children or not, hawks mindset on the topic is troubling. for the readers that have a functional uterus, this might hurt you the most. if you ever find yourself pregnant, you know you have to let hawks know. he’s overall a reasonable man and having the knowledge would make him happy. it just becomes concerning to you that when you do tell him, he simply has no words. he’s stuck on what to say and how to act. but eventually he does something. and what is that exact thing? he takes time to himself and flies into the city to clear his head. that absolutely breaks your heart into a plethora of pieces knowing that could have ended your relationship. hawks does come back to his senses and returns to you to talk it out, but would you still be in love with him when his first instinct is to run?

the sexy

❥ foreplay: foreplay is a majorly overlooked thing in the realm of sex. but honestly? it can be just as good as an orgasm and when it’s good, you may even have an orgasm before the real fun begins. hawks’ favorite type of foreplay is long makeout sessions and mutual masturbation. both of you on your knees on the bed, lightly fighting to stay risen up while attacking each others lips with your hands edging and toying with each other’s sex? it’s truly an ode to the younger teenage years, just desperate for feeling each other in the closest way without going all the way.

❥ sensory play: feathers are everyone’s first idea when it comes to hawks, it’s only natural when he holds hundreds of them on his luscious body. but other options are more favorites of his, especially blindfolds. if the blindfold is on you, he gets thrilled over huffing hot air around your limbs and neck. seeing your squirm and not know where it’s coming from next. if hawks has the blindfold on, he loves the feeling of hot wax. hawks has always had the idea of temperature play, but anything too hot or cold would ruffle his feathers in the worst way. wax gives him a good middle ground to explore and be free.

❥ the spring rut: in fanon lore, ‘spring hawks’ or ‘rutting season hawks’ is when hawks has the unnerving urge to heavily breed once spring begins, since he is part bird. if you don’t think about the actual science of birds and how off putting it can be, there is a some truth to how accurate it could be. being in a full rut would disturb his work flow entirely but the idea of him being more sensual during the season changes would be apparent. you would get all the blush worthy texts during work, never a moment alone with your home, and evenings out to dinner would have to take place more in the bathroom or car.

❥ begging: one of hawks’ guilty pleasures is hearing you beg. he won’t admit it but it fuels his hero hunger ego. knowing that you need him desperately in anyway possible? the man could cum alone just hearing your whimpers for him to touch you, your pleads for him to make love or fuck, any words really. hawks will never not love whatever you have to say… or moan senselessly.

masterlist // hawks’ feather pile

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