Pairing: Bakugou x Reader
Rating: Explicit
Tags/Warnings: bakugou x fem!reader, mdni, smut, group sex, almost crack treated seriously? whatever it's goofy and funny and lewd and doesn't take anything seriously at all so there's that, no beta we die like men
Final Word Count: 3k
Plot summary: Dynamight's agency has a reputation that they earn only once a year- and this year, you're invited!
Excerpt:
They called it the Love Shack.
You’d heard Mina talk about it forever and ever— this magical, midsummer day of sex and scandal— but never with any names, and never in any kind of detail. It was like a lewd fairy tale that your best friend told you at sleepovers to pass the time. It was a fun, juicy little piece of gossip, a part of Mina that you got to keep all to yourself.
Until, one day, she asked you if you’d want to come with her.
(No pun intended).
There were… rumors about pro-hero Dynamight’s agency.
The ominous, omnipotent they said that there were wild parties at Mina Ashido’s place on every second Friday of the week— nothing illegal, sure, but plenty immoral, with everyone drunk and half-dressed and writhing—
Ahem. Right.
Other theys said that Red Riot was having an affair on his wife with his best friend, Dynamight; still others claimed the same of Pinky and Cellophane when Ejirou and Mina’s baby came out with a shock of black hair (nevermind the numerous brands of red hair dye that Red Riot publicly reviewed when he used them to cover up his own naturally jet-black hair). If a body looked hard enough, they might even find tabloid articles about Chargebolt’s drinking problem, Hitoshi Shinsou’s secret life as a rentboy, and Earphone Jack’s moonlight job as a dominatrix. No matter how you sliced it, there was one thing that all the theys agreed on:
As far as the public was concerned, Ground Zero was one giant den of depravity.
Why the theys thought this, it is generally unclear— though it was nonetheless true, if only for one day out of the year. For three hundred and sixty-four days out of the year, the members of Ground Zero behaved impeccably, navigating the world of pro-hero fame with dignity, grace, and humility; as far as anyone could prove, they were all perfectly normal. On the one day of the year that they were not well-behaved, well, no one else was around to see it. They traveled long and far to ensure that fact.
At least, that was the way it was supposed to be. Why the damn fools wanted to change that, Bakugou had no idea.
“It’s because you never participate,” Mina told him one evening, her hand gliding through her husband’s soft hair. “We feel like you’re left out.”
“I do participate,” he huffed, his infernal cheeks burning at just the thought. “Just— by myself.”
That is to say, he liked to watch. The idea of being touched by someone other than himself— by his friends— was entirely too much. There was a certain power in touch of that kind. Bakugou wasn’t interested in giving that up, not even to the men and women he trusted with his life.
“That’s exactly it,” she told him, and Enjirou groaned as she scratched his scalp. “It’s not that any of us mind, but you look— you always look pained. And lonely. Would it be so bad to find somebody you could play with while we’re all… indisposed?”
Bakugou tried not to think of those times. If he did, he’d pop a stiffy right here in the middle of the Kirishima family living room.
“I’m fine like it always is— I don’t see why anything has to change, Mina. Really, just leave it.”
Mina frowned. Perfectly in sync with his wife, Ejirou shifted to look up at Bakugou with dark, pleading eyes.
“C’mon, man,” he said, that reflective gaze piercing Bakugou’s very heart. “Would you be okay with us just looking for someone for you? It won’t need to go any farther than that if you don’t want it to.”
It was a stupid idea. It was monumentally idiodic to even consider saying yes— but Bakugou never could deny his best friend anything.
“It’s three weeks until June,” he said, relenting. “You have until then.”
Mina beamed, and Ejirou gave him a soft smile that made Bakugou feel a little sick and squishy inside.
“Thanks, bro,” Ejirou told him, patting his thigh with a large, warm hand. “You won’t be disappointed.”
Bakugou wasn’t sure about all that. He was beginning to think he might be in some trouble.
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They called it the Love Shack.
You’d heard Mina talk about it forever and ever— this magical, midsummer day of sex and scandal— but never with any names, and never in any kind of detail. It was like a lewd fairy tale that your best friend told you at sleepovers to pass the time. It was a fun, juicy little piece of gossip, a part of Mina that you got to keep all to yourself.
Until, one day, she asked you if you’d want to come with her.
(No pun intended).
“And do what?” you laughed. “I’d like to be a fly on the wall, sure, but my tastes run a little more monogamous than that.”
“Well,” said Mina, leaning in conspiratorially as though the both of you weren’t cuddling on her bed while her husband rubbed her feet, “We have a friend who also likes to watch, if you know what I mean. He just— needs something a little… less than the group stuff. He sits in the corner by himself and fucks his hand until he’s nearly raw with it, but keeps on going because he’s just so…”
Mina trailed off, her eyes glazing over as she remembered some unspoken memory. After a moment, she shook her head and snapped out of it.
“He sounds kinda like a loser,” you admitted, cracking a grin.
Mina laughed, and Ejirou chuckled right along with her.
“If only he could hear you now,” Ejirou laughed. “He’d either die of shame or implode the building.”
You frowned.
“You’re not building a convincing case for him, Kirishima-kun.”
Mina rolled her eyes.
“Look, you said you’re in a dry spell?” she asked, and you nodded. “This guy will pop you like a fucking glowstick as many times as you want. He’s freaky good at sex.”
“And how would you know?” you demanded, shoving her lightly. “Apparently he won’t come within three feet of you!”
Things got awfully quiet, and Ejirou Kirishima’s face turned as red as his hair.
“No,” you laughed, but when no one denied it, your jaw went slack. “No!”
“Yes,” Mina replied, poorly stifling a laugh.
Ejirou hid his face in his hands.
“Guys, please,” he begged, but there was no way you were letting him go that easily.
“Oh no no, you’re not getting out of this,” you laughed. “Who is this mystery guy, and how do you know what he’s like in bed?”
“We went to U.A. together,” said Mina, patting her poor husband’s hand. “They had a whirlwind romance senior year, fucked like rabbits the whole time until he finally broke it off because they really, really were better off as friends. Otherwise, it got… obsessive. On both sides.”
You were burning with curiosity.
“Who? Who was it, Mina-chan?”
“You gotta give your answer first,” said Ejirou, propping up on his elbow. “Will you or won’t you?”
Oh, who were you kidding? You were fucking horny all the time, and besides, the suspense was killing you!
“Of course I’ll go—now tell me who it is!”
Mina smirked.
“Katsuki Bakugou.”
You nearly fell off the bed.
“Why the fuck didn’t you lead with that, Mina?”
Your heart was racing. That evil, wicked, acid-slinging she-witch knew you’d had the biggest crush on him forever! Dynamight was the hottest pro-hero working, damn it— you'd have agreed immediately if she'd told you!
“Because you needed to know he’s a loser!” she insisted. “Because he is a loser! A big one, that needs you to keep him from killing himself via orgasm!”
“Mina!”
“What? It’s the truth!”
“Mina!”
And that was how you ended up like this.
The room was cozy, complete with soft vintage furniture and colorful afghans. Somehow, the entire party had managed to fit comfortably into the living room of the quaint, countryside cabin, and you watched on in awe and wonder as everyone kissed and touched and let their instincts lead them as they went.
"Can I touch you, Bakugou-san?" you asked, entranced.
Bakugou, who was currently the color of a freshly-picked cherry, wouldn't even look at you. You tried not to take it personally when he replied in the negative.
All around you, Bakugou's friends were in various states of undress. Hitoshi Shinsou was kissing Mina with a hand up her shirt as Denki Kaminari rubbed his long, bobbing cock against Hitoshi's boxer-clad ass. Ejirou's eyes were closed as Sero Hanta helped him out of his shirt, and Kyoka Jirou was fiddling with the buttons on Sero's ridiculously tight pants. They were all ridiculously, unfairly beautiful— and, unlike Bakugou, they were all sneaking nosy looks at you, curious and perhaps a bit hungry.
In hindsight, it would have been a better idea for you and Bakugou to start alone together in a separate room. That would have allowed the two of you to get to know each other more intimately in a private setting, and surely it would have made him more comfortable, wouldn't it? Well, maybe that would have made it worse. You certainly couldn't imagine trying to take your clothes off in front of him if he was just as unresponsive then as he was now.
Now, though, there were other folks watching— and you didn't see a reason to deprive them of a show.
Slowly, you removed the silky dress separating your itchy, awful lingerie from the open air. Grinning at Mina, who was currently in the process of bending over a couch cushion, you unhooked the clasp of your black lacy bra, baring your breasts to the chill of the room.
"Mira," Sero murmured to Jirou, his eyes fixed on newly-revealed flesh. "Isn't she beautiful?"
Jirou grinned, her eyes shadowed with a thin veil of appreciation.
"She is. If you don't want her, Katsuki, we'll take her— no harm, no foul."
Your cheeks glowed at the compliment, heart racing at the thought.
"Back off," Bakugou snapped. "You fuckers picked her out for me, didn't you?"
Still, he made no move to touch you— but his eyes were now yours, for better or for worse.
"That's right," you agree, voice soothing and even as you smile at him. "I'm afraid I'm reserved for the day."
And just like that, Bakugou turned away, as though ashamed.
This would not do.
Projecting confidence you did not feel, you moved from your spot on the loveseat and onto the floor in front of Bakugou, kneeling sweetly. Crimson eyes watched you, guarded, wary; you placed a hand on top of his, testing the waters, and he allowed you to take it. Gently, you placed the callused palm of it on your cheek. It was warm and a little sweaty against your flesh, and heavy where you held it.
“You have big hands,” you noted, turning slightly to press a kiss to his wrist. “They’re very pretty, too.”
Bakugou grunted, but did not pull away. Allowed this far, you decided to push for more; you pulled away, then pressed kisses to the pads of his fingers, allowing him to become acclimated to your touch. When he still did not resist, you figured it was all or nothing— you wrapped your lips around a long, thick digit and sucked it into your mouth, simulating oral.
“Fuck,” he swore, and you knew you had him.
Slowly, you pulled off of his finger with a wet pop. The next thing you knew, his mouth was on yours, the smoky scent of his aftershave enveloping you. Big hands caged your face, holding you still; surprisingly soft lips nudged against your own, and the moment was so tender that you nearly lost yourself in it, forgetting momentarily the larger context of what they were there to do.
A rowdy wolf-whistle made sure that didn’t last, though.
Distracted, you turned to grin at Kaminari— doubtless the guilty wolf-whistler— but sudden pain burned in the form of fingerprints on your jaw, turning your gaze back to meet Bakugou’s.
“Eyes up here, sweetheart.”
You shivered.
“Yes sir,” you replied, allowing yourself a small smile, and Bakugou grinned in return.
“That’s what I like to hear.”
What came next was more than you had expected. With pro-hero strength, Bakugou lifted you bodily from the floor and sat you on his lap, your knees on either side of his hips. His sweats were soft against your skin, but there was little time to process anything else before his mouth was on your tits, tongue dragging across a peaked nipple. Startled, you moaned, and a large, warm hand squeezed at your hip, pulling you down to feel the hardness growing in his pants. The length of him brushed against your sex as you started grinding, encouraging his erection; the stimulation was muted but perfect as he played with your tits, leaving his mark across bare flesh with lips and tongue and teeth.
"So fucking pretty," he murmured against your flesh, his breath hot and his hands heavy. "I want to fuck you."
"That is what we're here for," you teased, but all laughter left as the thong you were wearing ripped beneath his hands, falling uselessly from your hips.
"Turn around. I want you to watch them with me while I get you off."
You turned your head over your shoulder, following Bakugou's gaze. Mina was spread-eagle on the couch, watching you from upside-down as Shinsou ate her out. Somewhat strangely, his eyes were on you as well. This became something of a trend; you and Bakugou, it seemed, had the attention of the entire room.
"Yeah," you agreed, dismounting his legs in order to turn around. "Yeah, I like that."
When you returned to your seat, facing the rest of the room, Bakugou's thighs were bare. The soft down of his hair tickled the backs of your thighs, which might have made you laugh if something warm and large hadn't brushed your entrance, forcing you to catch your breath. A hand moved to your hip, squeezing the fat of it, and then Bakugou was pushing inside you, filling you with length and girth that you wouldn't previously have credited him with. You felt… fuller than you had expected to be, and the sensation left you moaning at the penetration.
"Mm, fuck yeah," he growled, his lips close to your neck, raising the small hairs there. "Moan for me, baby."
There was a noise behind you, and then damp fingers snuck around your waist and then between your legs, searching for your pleasure. His thick middle finger circled your clit, and almost involuntary, your hips bucked, shifting the long, hard cock inside you at a different angle. You moved again, chasing that feeling, and soon you were riding Bakugou in earnest, fucking yourself on his cock.
In front of you, Ejirou was slowly stretching Sero"s ass, murmuring praise with a smile like sunshine. Sero, whose cock was in Jirou's mouth, made eye contact with you and winked, speaking fragments of Spanish that you couldn't decipher. Across the way, Mina was being spit roasted by Shinsou and Kaminari, who were sucking on each other's tongues as they took their pleasure from her. The whole scene was graphic and lewd and terrible and wonderful, and you couldn't think of anything that was quite so terrific when Bakugou managed to exceed your expectations, prying his lips away from your neck long enough to say,
"Fuck yeah, princess, you're so fucking hot. Lean back, lean back— I'm gonna hold you up and fuck you hard."
Before you could protest, he manhandled you backwards, crushing you against his still-clothed chest. He made good on his promise of fucking you hard— his hips rutted up into yours with strength and purpose, filling you up and stretching you out, forcing himself further inside with every thrust. His finger on your clit was relentless; it was all you could do just to breathe and tremble and shake and take all he had to give.
"You close?" he grunted, never slowing.
"Yeah," you confessed, almost embarrassed by it. "Yeah, m'really close."
"Good." Relief was evident in his voice. "Me too."
In the space of a few strokes more, you found your peak. With Bakugou groaning in your ear, you came hard and fast, your orgasm crashing over your head with the force of a falling oak. Bakugou, not far behind, actually lifted you up and off of his cock before he came, spilling hot seed over both your thighs. Really, it was ridiculous how much he came; looking at the volume he spilled, you almost wanted to feel it inside of you.
In the afterglow, Bakugou was still a beast. Seemingly unbothered by the strength he'd had to exert in the last few minutes, he shifted you bodily until your back was against the loveseat and he was above you, straddling your thighs and kissing your mouth with the hunger of a starving panther. His cock, long and heavy even soft, twitched as you moved your hands up his thighs and to the curve where his hips met his back.
"I want to suck you off," you told him, filterless as you thought of his big, heavy-looking balls in your mouth. "Wanna feel you get hard in my mouth."
"In a minute," he said, taking his shirt off, expression tender "I want to enjoy you for a little while more."
This part— the ravenous hunger followed by strange softness— found you woefully unprepared. Your heart pounded as his hands grew gentle, touching you like a lover would; how could you ever have prepared for such sweet exploration? Even his kisses had lost their bite, and were now soothing and something more than they'd been before.
All around you, the others were reaching their own climaxes. Moans echoed throughout the cabin, but in the here and now, all of that seemed distant, fading. All of a sudden, you were intensely glad that Mina had asked you to come here, to experience this with them— but you were especially glad that it was just you and Bakugou, separate from the rest of them as he gave you his kindness and attention as well as his passion.
Really, you thought as Bakugou lowered his head between your legs, you wouldn't have it any other way.
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Thankfully Together
MHA Ships/Writing Sparks for Nov.
I usually write character x reader plots, but I wanted to do some short posts for character x character pairings (that I ship). I'm going to attempt to do a different ship every day for the entire month of November (30 ships at the least though I may do more if I finish early). I'm currently short 3 ships.
I'd also be really interested in hearing what MxF character ships you guys would like to see, especially since I'm short 3 ships. If I get the time, or maybe for December, I'll focus on other people's ships.
If you want to use my list, by all means go ahead! Just send me the link(s) to whatever you write because I definitely want to read what you do with it! ^^
And without further adieu, my ships...adding links to this as I finish the one-shots, so this will be a sort of masterlist.
Male x Female Ship
Ship Name
Prompt Idea
Izuku Midoriya (Deku) x Ochaco Uraraka (Uravity)
Izuco - I think this sounds adorable
Super sweet vanilla, first time shenanigans, cuteness overload.
Eijiro Kirishima (Red Riot) x Mina Ashido (Pinky)
Eishido or Eijido - kind of sounds like a martial arts name
Feigning bravery, energetic, positive, partner oriented.
Mashirao Ojiro (Tailman) x Toru Hagakure (Invisible Girl)
Mashiru or Toro
Kind of shy but definitely curious.
Denki Kaminari (Chargebolt) x Kyoka Jiro (Earphone Jack)
Deka or Kyoki
They strive to please each other but also battle for dominance.
Shoto Todoroki (Shoto) x Momo Yaoyorozu (Creati)
Shomo - sho mo of those cute ships lol
Traditional courtship to formal proposal and marriage.
Hanta Sero (Cellophane) x Mina Ashido (Pinky)
Hanna or Mita
Party kids, kind of chaotic and wild without breaking rules.
Yuga Aoyama (Can't Stop Twinkling) x Toru Hagakure (Invisible GIrl)
Yuru or To...ga - Yu ru the world Toga! xD
Self doubt and insecurities. I want a blindfold.
Tenya Iida (Ingenium) x Mei Hatsume
Tenei or Meiya
Partners in profession and life.
Neito Monoma (Phantom Thief) x Itsuka Kendo (Battle Fist)
Neika or Itsuto
She fell in love while keeping him in line.
Fumikage Tokoyami (Tsukuyomi) x Ibara Shiozaki (Vine)
Fumira or Ibakage - personally like Fumira
Mutual corruption. She saves, he curses.
Katsuki Bakugo (Dynamight) x Setsuna Tokage (Lizardy)
Katsuna or Setsuki
Two powerful people get horny basically.
Mezo Shoji (Tentacole) x Pony Tsunotori (Rocketti)
Meny or Pozo - Meny reasons to love this ship
Size difference and cute cuddles.
Koji Koda (Anima) x Kinoko Komori (Shemage)
Koko
Animals eat mushrooms and Kinoko likes being appreciated.
Rikido Sato (Sugarman) x Reiko Yanagi (Emily)
Rikiko
Baking together, more than just bread. ;P
Enji Todoroki (Endeavor) x Rei Todoroki
Enei - enabling...?
Enji gives Rei control for a night.
Keigo Takami (Hawks) x Fuyumi Todoroki
Keimi
He was spying on Endeavor, she was silently rebelling.
Natsuo Todoroki x Melissa Shield
Natssa - kind of makes me think of Natasha Romanov
He's a programmer who foes to work with a machine specialist.
Kosei Tsuburaba (Tsuburaba) x Tsuyu Asui (Froppy)
Koyu or Tsusei - Tsu sei call her Tsu x'D
He's not sure how to feel about that tongue.
Detective Naomasa Tsukauchi x Shino Sosaki (Mandalay)
Naono
Two leaders who relax with each other.
Shota Aizawa (Eraser Head) x Ryuko Tsuchikawa (Pixie-Bob)
Shoko or Ryuta
Her clock is ticking and he likes desperate women...and cats.
Shinji Nishiya (Kamui Woods) x Yu Takeyama (Mountain Lady)
Shiyu or Yuji
She gets on his nerves but he loves her. They support each other.
Masaru Bakugo x Mitsuki Bakugo
Maki or Mitsuru - I like them both
Twist on traditional male/female household.
Hizashi Nishiya (Present Mic) x Emi Fukukado (Ms. Joke)
Hizami or Emishi
Similar chaotic energies. No wall is thick enough for these two.
Yagi Toshinori (All Might) x Inko Midoriya
Yako or Ingi
He's like a father figure to Izuku and she loves that.
Sekijiro Kan (Vlad King) x Nemuri Kayama (Midnight)
Sekimuri or Nejiro
Kinky pair, blood and whips...they get it on.
Mirai Sasaki (Sir Nighteye) x Kaoruko Awata (Bubble Girl)
Miruko or Kaorai
Behind closed doors she's serious and he's hilarious.
Danjiro Tobita (Gentle Criminal) x Manami Aiba (La Brava)
Danami or Manajiro
Little bit of an age gap, they found love in a hopeless place.
All for One (Original Shigaraki) x Inko Midoriya
Shigariya
He uses her for an experiment, plays 'god' with their child.
Ken Takagi (Rock Lock) x Mrs. Takagi
No couple name, 'cause I can't find her name
A devoted working father and his loving stay-at-home wife that he can't live without.
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