#saturnscribbles | Explore Tumblr Posts and Blogs

saturnsorbits · 20 days

Text

Always a Groomsman

Fandom: My Hero Academia, Warning: Angst (A Touch), Smut, Exhibitionism, Reader Smokes, Kaminari isn't a Hero Anymore, Brief Mention of Addiction etc. Word Counts: 5.4k.

Summary: A wedding, what a wonderful place to reunite with the one that fucked you and ran all those years ago.

The light is already dying by the time you finally manage to slip away from the reception and make a B-line to the back of the tent. Your feet are killing. The whiskey helps the pain, but even whiskey can't numb everything.

'Oi.' Bakugo catches your elbow, stopping you just short of freedom.

'Where are you going?'

'Need some air.'

Flicking up his eyebrows, he offers you a smirk that tells you he's not buying your bullshit. 'So it's got nothing to do with that then?' He hooks a thumb towards the dance floor and the drunken silhouette of Kaminari Denki He's curled himself around a bridesmaid, hand pinching the silk over her hip, lips hovering barely an inch above her neck as she threads her hand through his hair.

You chew your lip and lie. 'No.'

'C'mon... Just talk to him, you know you want to.' Bakugo's eyes widen suggestively.

'I think he's too pre-occupied to talk.' Something bubbles in your stomach as you watch Kaminari whisper in the woman's ear and you quietly shift your gaze so you don't see what happens next.

'You know he's only over there because he thinks you're mad at him, right?'

'I am mad at him.'

'It's been years.'

'He fucked me over, Kat...'

Bakugo's gaze hits the floor. It's not like he's forgotten what happened. 'I'm not taking his side but -.'

'No.' You raise your hands, palms flat in the air to stop him. You know what he's about to say. You've heard it all before. 'You've got guests to entertain and I am literally going to explode if I don't get some air in the next minute.'

Rolling his eyes, he plants a kiss on your cheek and uses his new proximity to whisper in your ear. 'He'd make a pretty groom, that's all I'm saying.'

'Oh, fuck off.' You manage to swat his shoulder only once before he's turned on his heel and returned to the mess of wedding guests that whoop and roar when he re-emerges into the fray.

The cold hits you as soon as you duck under the edge of the tent and step out onto the small deck. Instantly, you pull at your shoes and hiss as your feet are forced to straighten against the wooden floor. Before the throbbing in your soles has settled, you stagger off, limping towards the tall rail separating the deck from the field beyond.

It's a nice night, cold, but nice. In the sky, stars burn on a back-drop of navy, their blanket only broken by the soft, red blinking of the odd satellite or plane. The music from the tent floats out and lingers in the air, leaving you with enough space to actually think for a second.

You'd been overjoyed to watch Bakugo finally get hitched to Kirishima, but almost all of that excitement had died when you saw Kaminari. It had been almost ten years since the night he'd kissed you outside of UA, since you'd stumbled up the stairs to his dorm and let him be the first to touch you. He'd pretended as if it had never happened afterwards and you'd taken the hint.

A few months later, you'd moved south and he had stayed. He hadn't even shown up to your leaving party, despite both Sero and Kirishima telling you he'd be there.

But, all of that was in the past, or at least you'd thought it was until your eyes had grazed his as he stood beside the alter as Kirishima's best man and you'd felt a forgotten affection swell in your stomach. Sighing, you fiddle with your clutch bag and remove a half-full packet of cigarettes from within. You flip open the box, pluck one from inside and pop it in-between your lips before diving back into the clutch to search for a lighter. Rummaging for a second, you come up empty.

'Shit.'

'Need a light?'

The voice makes you shriek. You jump, stumble over your shoes and just about manage to catch yourself on the rail. Hand falling to your chest, you can feel the hammering of your heart through your skin.

'Am I that scary?' He snickers.

You squint, trying to make out his edges in the low light. Your eyebrows furrow, then lift as you focus on the man in front of you. He looks good, better than the last time you'd seen him: A scrawny shadow of himself pictured in a double page spread of a gossip magazine, something about heroism, drugs and a sex scandal printed in bright ink above it.

Flicking your eyes up to his, you're glad to see the spark has returned to his eyes. An old, but familiar shiver runs the length of your spine and suddenly, your stomach fills with motion. 'You... You look good.'

'Yeah?' He holds open his blazer, allowing you to get a full look as he slowly spins on the balls of his shoes and pinches at the skin of his stomach. 'Hero weekly says I'm chubby now.'

You're tempted to lie, to tell him that he's looked better, but you don't. 'No, you look good, healthy. It suits you.'

Something in Kaminari's chest stutters and he has to swallow the spit pooling in his mouth before he speaks again. 'Light?'

You pause. 'You don't mind?'

His face breaks into a smile, perfect and shining. 'Nah, don't even crave the things any more.' He misses out the bit about having enough nicotine patches on his chest and arms to stop a bull.

You concede. There's a comfort that comes back almost too easily, like the past finally catches up with you. It dampens the fire in your stomach, leaving you clutching at the anger that had grown inside of you since that night. You lean forward, letting him cup his hands around the end of your cigarette.

His hands shake when he tries to make a spark. It takes one, two, three times of his thumb coming down on the wheel before it finally catches a light and he can step back to a safer distance.

'It's still the same one, doesn't work as well now though.' He mumbles flicking the cap of the lighter. It's silver, with a chipped yellow lightning bolt painted on the front of it.

If you looked close enough, you're sure you'd be able to find the rough scratching of your entwined initials, engraved by his shaking hands at fifteen.

You breathe in, savour the burning of smoke as it infests your lungs and exhale. Turning, you rest against the rail and look back out over the field.

'So – you're -.'

'Sero said -.'

You both start up at the same time, the constriction of the silence around you forcing you both to attempt to fill it.

'You first -.'

'No, you – go on.' You encourage, arching an eyebrow.

Kaminari swallows. His heart thrums violently, threatening to deafen him, but he's just hoping that you can't see how bad his hands are shaking, how he can feel sweat beginning to bead his forehead. He's not an idiot. He knows how he left it, what you must think. As soon as Kirishima had asked him to be best man he’d felt his guts begin to twist and turn. The idea of seeing you again set his veins on fire. You cough and pull him back from the edge of his thoughts.

'I – uh...' He can't think. You're too close, too real and suddenly, his tongue seizes in his mouth.

Another beat of silence nestles its way into the conversation and you can't take it. You switch the conversation. 'Ei said you're going to work with Aizawa.'

He takes a deep breath and prepares himself to look at you, but it still doesn't stop the air being stolen from his lungs when he finally does. There's a flourish of nostalgia in his stomach and he swallows a grin. 'Yeah. He, uh, he sought me out. After all the – the, y'know, rehab and all that, he thought I'd be a good fit.'

'Yeah?' You raise your eyebrows. Kaminari's fall from grace had been far from undocumented. There had been barely a week that he hadn't appeared in some sort of magazine, his eyes dull and another questionable entourage in toe. Another one night stand, a model spotted having cocaine snorted off her tits; wherever there was chaos, Kaminari had followed.

'Yeah... We're, uhm, we're already working with a group of kids in UA. They got caught up in that villain attack down town. We do these workshops were we like pretend to be pro-hero's...'

Smiling, you raise your eyebrows. There's light in his voice, something you've missed and something you're keen to hold onto.

He snorts. 'No, I know, I know, but we pretend to be...' He shoots you a cheeky glance. '… Current... Pro-hero's doing interviews and talking about our experiences and stuff, y'know like it's miles away. Helps to sort it all out in your head, picture a future were it isn't all still hanging over you. There's this one kid, absolute firecracker... He stopped the whole fucking building collapsing before they could get everyone out, has a pretty nasty scar to thank for it too, but he does the most flawless impression of Bakugo it's almost scary.'

You bat at his arm instinctively and freeze as your hand wraps his bicep. For a second it's all too easy to forget you're not still teenagers clinging onto youth with both hands. 'That looks good on you too.'

'Huh?' He swallows before moving his hand to cover yours on his arm. His skin prickles when you don't pull away. It's hard to forget how it all ended. How he'd been too naïve to tell you how he felt, how he'd bit his tongue for months after he'd summoned the courage to finally kiss you and how he'd tried everything he could to run from the violent storm of emotions that had been released in his stomach that night.

It hadn't worked.

Avoiding you hadn't worked, neither had sleeping with other women or pretending it had never happened.

You lean into him, tightening your grip and the warmth of your skin reminds him that he's not the scared teenager he used to be.

'Helping kids, working with Aizawa...' You giggle, relaxing into his presence at last. 'It looks good on you. You light up when you talk about it... It's nice. Haven't seen you look like that since...' You chew your lip. 'Listen...' It's impossible to read him. His jaw is set, eyes facing forward as the cold begins to chap and redden his cheeks and you have to fight to push away the thought of how beautiful he still looks. 'I know you're only out here because Bakugo told you to be.' The accusation slips off your tongue too easily as the past rears it's head.

'I'm not – it's -.'

'You don't have to lie to me.' You offer him a broken smile, a truce of sorts.

'I really screwed up, didn't I?' He chuckles, letting smoke drift from his nose and mouth before turning to you.

'You did.'

There's a lapse in the conversation and he takes his chance. You're peering up at him, your eyes filled with the embers of something he hopes is affection and he dives in. 'Do you remember that night... Outside the school when... When, we -.' He feels stupid. The words lodge in his throat and refuse to move, forcing him to stop and haul in a breath. You'd think after all the talking therapy he'd be better at it by now.

He battles through, after all – he doesn't know when he'll get the chance to see you again.

If he doesn't do it now, he never will.

'When we slept together?' You sigh then tilt your head and finally give in, resting your head against his shoulder. Part of you wonders why he's brought it up, the other part isn't sure you care. Right now, you're just happy to bask in him. You've missed it: him. Even with the history between you. 'You don't have to apologise. I get it.'

'What do you mean?' Kaminari stammers.

'Well, It was a mistake, right?' It's a question disguised as a statement, but you don't give him time to answer before you're already trying to soften the blow yourself. 'We were young and people sleep together all the time, it's not a big deal. I just -.' You puff out your cheeks, finish your cigarette and drop it to the floor, letting Kaminari crush it with his dress shoe. 'I – I guess I just expected us to... It doesn't matter, you didn't want it and I respect that, just, it was just a hard pill to swallow, I think.

He takes another lungful of cold air, hoping the shock will calm him. It does, but only until he cranes his neck to look at you again. You're looking back up at him, your eyes wide and questioning, pupils blown out through darkness and alcohol. His gaze lingers on the soft pump of your lip and he's almost knocked over by the rush of memory that reminds him you used to taste like strawberries and smoke.

He wonders if you still do.

'It's not like that...'

You swallow. 'What was it like then?'

His voice is a whisper when he finally admits what he came out her to tell you. 'I was scared...' His thumb ghosts the back of your hand. 'I'm still scared.'

'Denki...'

'Yeah?' He's vaguely aware of the fact that he's unable to tear his eyes away from your face, but he's too caught up in the feel of you pressed to his side, where you belong, to care.

'Don't start saying things like that.'

'Why -.'

You lick at your back teeth, fighting annoyance. 'Not now. Especially not when there's a bridesmaid wondering where you've got to in there.' You hook a thumb back towards the tent.

'I'm not – we're not, we're not together or anything...' He's stumbling, making a mess as usual.

You roll your eyes. 'You don't have to lie.'

'I'm not lying.'

'I saw you all over her.'

'Dancing – we were -.'

Chewing at your lip, you sigh. 'It doesn't matter.'

'No.' He takes hold of your hand, squashes his own on top of yours and pins you as best as he can without forcing your fingers to entwine. 'It does.'

You swallow. 'Why now?'

'I – uh -.'

'Why not then?'

'I was scared.'

'You know...' You slip your hand from under his and fold your arms across your chest. 'It hurt when I realised that I was just another fuck for you, but it wasn't as bad as loosing a friend Denki – We were friends and you just fucking ghosted me. No explanation, no apology, you could have just fucking ignored it and I would have let things go back to normal, I would have just -.' You're crying, kind of. Tears well in your eyes, but you're refusing to let them fall. You've spent too many tears on him already and your make-up took almost an hour to do.

'I was a fucking idiot, I was scared and – and -.'

'I think I'm going to go...' You nod, swatting away his hand when he reaches for you. 'It was nice seeing you.' Turning, you're ready to make a short dash through the tent, ready to be as far away from the constricting air of the deck.

'No. Please. Please, don't go – not again, I just. Fuck.'

A hand wraps your wrist, pulling you back just enough that he can slip in front of you blocking your escape. 'Den - Kaminari.'

'Just let me, let me get this out. Okay.' He's pleading when he looks up at you, but he can't let you leave, not without at least trying. 'I was a fucking idiot. I was so scared that you'd hate me, that, that I'd be a bad boyfriend, or you'd move away and I wouldn't be enough, that I'd be too busy with work, or it'd be too much and I – I let that get the better of me. I was already falling apart, even back then and I didn't – I didn't want you to have to see it, to put up with it. You, fuck, you deserve so much and... That night...' He hauls in a breath. 'That night was one of the best nights of my life, not, not just the sex – just being with you and I – Well I did fuck it all up, didn't I... Look at the state of me - I couldn't, I couldn't have dragged you through all that.'

'Oi.' You fix him with a stare. 'Don't go blaming yourself, not for what you've been through - or how you've dealt with it. Never, okay... And for what it's worth, I would have gone to Hell and back if you'd asked.'

His jaw ticks, but when he turns to face you there's something almost thankful in the shine of his eyes. 'I'd never ask.'

You chuckle. 'I know. You wouldn't have had to. I've have done it anyway.'

He swallows.

You roll your lip between your teeth and bite down. 'So you liked me... Back then, I mean. When we – I wasn't just, just another girl that you...

'We both know I did.' He licks his lips. 'I was a fucking idiot, I -.' His eyes widen as he struggles to find a word to summarise the years that have elapsed between you and leaves him out on a limb.

'Do you still...'

He nods.

'And if, if it were to happen again, you'd want that?'

'More than anything.'

'And you wouldn't run away?'

'Only if I was chasing you.'

You smile, straighten and curl your body into his. 'Then...' You whisper. 'Kiss me.'

He does. Wrapping a hand around your neck, he lets his thumb rub at the softness behind your ear as your lips meet again for the first time in years.

Things go quickly from there...

It's overdue. A coming together that both of your bodies have longed for, for far too long. He kisses the same, with lips that are a touch too dry and a hunger no-one else has ever been able to match.

You have a mind to stop him, have a mind to stall his hands as they press to your chest and seek out the stiff peaks of your nipples, but you don't. Instead, you let yourself be overcome. Your hands find his belt. It's almost too easy to do, to unclasp the buckle and yank it clear of his suit pants. You cast it aside and are surprised when he doesn't seem to care where it lands.

He pushes you back, urging you further and further away from the wedding still raging inside and towards the scant privacy the deck can offer.

Although, it's more than obvious that neither of you care.

Each touch is electric. A build of emotion that had crystallised, now dissolving into your hands and dripping through your fingers. It's rough and needy, desperate, but more than that, it feels right.

'Here, quick.' You pull at the lapel of his suit jacket, yanking him impossibly closer.

He misreads the signs, twisting and turning as he attempts to wriggle from his jacket and slip it from his shoulders.

Tugging it back into place, you shake your head. 'No time, just...' You let your hand slide down his chest, feeling your way across the expanse of him before slipping your fingers into the waist of his suit pants. '… Come here.'

Kaminari moans as you make quick work of his pants, shoving them eagerly half way to his thigh. 'Don't need to tell me twice.' He chuckles, using what little air remains in his lungs to whine as your fingers graze over his hardening cock.

You tease for barely a second longer before taking hold of him and squeezing.

'Fuck.' His head rocks back on his shoulders, eyes rolling to the skies as he sinks into the feeling of having you again. 'I've missed you. Shit.'

You chuckle and lean in close, pressing your chest to his as you lick at the shell of his ear. 'Have you missed me or just my hand?'

Immediately, he pulls back. His hands wrap around your elbows as he holds you at arms length. He looks comical, with his pants clinging to the thin at the end of his thighs and his grey boxers almost dyed black, stained with pre-cum as his cock pulses in its confines, spilling more desperation onto the fabric. 'I really have missed you...'

Stooping to catch your eye, he raises his eyebrows and offers you a smile. 'You. Not the sex, not anything else. Yo -.'

You barely let him finish his sentence before you're breaking from his constriction and pressing back into him. 'I've missed you too...' Biting his lip, you ease the sting with a kiss. 'But, we really don't have a lot of time and I'm so fucking wet I -.'

He whines against your mouth. 'Can – Fuck, let me taste.'

'Maybe later.'

The idea of later makes his blood sing, but the sound of the party still raging inside quickly refocuses him on the task at hand. 'Think I can make you cum in five minutes?'

'Oh.' You squeak when his hand pinches at your ass. 'I fucking hope so.'

'Challenge accepted.' Grinning from ear to ear, Kaminari presses back until you bump against the wooden railing of the deck. His hands roam across your body, squeezing and nipping at everything he can reach. Reaching up, he takes hold of the strap before pausing. 'Can I?' Or will this rip?'

'It'll be fine... Just -' You push your chest out, helping as best you can as Kaminari pulls down the front of your dress to expose you to the air.

The cold air forces your nipples to pebble immediately, the lip of your dress forcing your breasts to sit high and pretty and in perfect reach of Kaminari's wondering hands.

He cups your chest, thumbs brushing over your nipples until you squirm. If he had time, he'd savour this. He'd crane his neck, bow to your beauty and take one of those hardened rose buds into his mouth. He'd taste your skin, savour the salt and lick effortlessly over you until your cries became the background noise to his dreams. Licking his teeth, he looses himself to the feeling of you filling his hand. The fat of your tit spills through his fingers as he squeezes, earning another breathy gasp from you before turning his attention to other areas.

'Denki...' You're breathing heavy already, your chest heaving as Kaminari takes his pleasures feeling every inch of you. His hands sink, exploring. He pinches at your ribs, skates over your ribs and grips your hips before landing a firm smack against your ass. 'Denki, please... Fuck, c'mon, I need -.'

'Yeah?' His pupils have blown when he looks at you. Rings of gold struggle to keep them in check as hunger threatens to swallow them whole.

You nod, helping him yank up your dress until it's bunched up around your hips. Shivering against the cold, your knees knock together as a wave of vulnerability suddenly washes over you. You're freezing. The arousal trapped in your underwear cooling by the second, even as your cunt burns to be touched.

'Fuck...' Kaminari's hand sinks into your underwear the second it can. His fingers brush across trimmed pubic hair before petting, gently, at your clit.

You moan, bucking into his hand as he slips further and brushes his fingertips across your entrance. Bringing his hand back up, he presents his hand to you in the air. Your arousal shines on his skin, the glittering light from tent making it shimmer as he widens his fingers, leaving sticky strings to hang between index and forefinger.

He admires the shine. 'You're so fucking wet.'

Nodding, you reach for his wrist to pull it to your mouth – tasting yourself and cleaning his skin, but before you can, his tongue darts out of his mouth. He collects your slick like a delicacy and moans as your sweetness hits the back of his throat.

'Denki, I can't wait anymore... Please -.'

Kaminari wastes no time. In a moment, he has himself freed from his boxers, his cock hard and twitching against your stomach and your leg hooked lazily over his arm.

You tug aside your underwear yourself, exposing your cunt to him fully. There's no time to waste. Something primal eats away at your insides, something you're sure will only subside once he's seated inside of you. Your fingers itch, one hand playing with the strays hairs at the base of his neck as you look down and watch as he guides himself into you.

The initial push makes him hiss. You're tight. Tighter than he remembers as your walls wrap around him and clench. Locking his jaw, he hauls in a breath through his teeth and wills himself away from embarrassment.

Feeling him twitch helplessly inside of you, you grasp him by the lapel and pull him close until your nose touches his. 'Don't you dare. Not...' He gives you another inch, making you gasp and roll your hips. 'Not yet, don't fucking -.'

'Don't worry, baby. 'm not, not gonna.' Holding onto his sanity with his fingernails, Kaminari pulls back his hips and grinds back into you. The rhythm he sets up is uneven at best, but still, each thrust causes his cock to rub directly across the sponge roof of your cunt making you whine and cling.

Lips finding his neck, you litter him with lust. Your teeth find purchase, biting down to stifle the moans bubbling in your chest as he continues to fuck you, bottoming out each time in an effort to give you everything he has.

'You're gonna leave a mark.' He speaks through gasps, his pace stuttering as he continues to try and please you. The muscle in his thighs shake, his hands struggling not to clamp down on your waist as he pushes through the pulsing of his balls that threatens an early end.

You chuckle, revelling in the goose-flesh your breath leaves in its wake. It's intimate, setting a fire in your stomach as you pull back enough to catch his eye once more. You smile. 'What? Don't want your cheeky bridesmaid side piece to see?'

His pace falters. 'I don't.'

'Denki, baby... I'm joking.'

The pet name hatches butterflies in his sternum. They bump against the bone, tickling his organs and making him feel like he could float six feet from the floor. Not for the first time, he curses his own previous cowardice for stealing away all the pet names the past could have gifted him.

Bringing your foreheads together, you pant, breathing in each others air for a moment.

It's always felt like a cop out to call him 'The one that got away'. The title had never fit, no matter how much you'd wanted it to – or wished at one point and yet, right here, now, you wonder how you'd ever even brought yourself to think of him like that. 'Denki... Denks.' He hums, transfixed by a look he'd only been able to imagine in your eyes. 'What – what do you need. Tell me.'

You chew your lip, muttering. 'I'm never going to cum like this.'

'Ah.' His eyes light up, a shock of understanding zipping through him.

It might have been years, but he remembers every second of that night you spent together. He remembers you quaking, remembers how you'd looked on your hands and knees, thighs shaking as your spine curved deliciously, your ass bouncing as you rocked yourself back on his cock desperately. How could he forget?

Slipping out of you, he pulls back only enough to lay his hands on your waist and spin you.

You twist, dizzy and grab hold of the railing to steady yourself. Instantly, you're up on your tip-toes, back curved as you wait, pretty and presented. Anticipation lances through your legs making holding yourself up difficult, but it's all worth it when you feel him stretch you open and slide home.

Not giving you a second to adjust, he sets a blinding pace, spurred on by the memory of what it had felt like to have you fall apart around him. The fingers of his right hand dig into the flesh of your hip as the other slides up your back and takes hold of your neck. He grips, leaning over you to whisper, hoarse, in your ear. 'Touch yourself... Touch yourself for me, show me how good you feel, baby.'

You obey. Slipping a hand between your legs, you spread your fingers to feel him rutting into you for a moment. The skin of his cock is silk soft and slippery with your arousal, grazing the sides of your fingers as you shift and finally, begin to rub at your clit.

'Fuck...' Kaminari's grip on your hip stutters, growing light as he feels you tighten up around him. 'Go – Good girl. Shit. I'm not – not gonna last, I -.'

You don't need him too. In a few moments, you feel the telltale rush. Your cunt aches, clit pulsing as your orgasm threatens to reduce you to your knees. With your eyes rolling back into your head, you struggle to keep circling your clit, but Kaminari's fingers replace yours without you asking.

His movement is clumsy, but he manages to fuck you through your high either way. 'Holy, holy fuck... You feel, feels so – fucking Hell.' Stuttering, he struggles through, pouring his focus into you as you milk him relentlessly, bringing him closer and closer to his own end. With a tight chest, you reel back, glancing over your shoulder.

Kaminari's face is flushed, his cheek bones brushed with a pink that makes him look boyish and young. The edge of his mouth is twisted, a cause of his teeth gnawing at the inside of his cheek and his jaw is clenched, bringing out the cut line of his jaw.

He's close. You can tell. The thought thrills you, your cunt tightening on impulse as you await your prize.

'Where, fuck, fuck... I can't cum on your dress, you're – you're gonna have to move, or, or -.'

Reaching back, you grab at the edge of his suit jacket and pull at him, forcing his hips against your ass. 'Inside.'

He doesn't get a chance to think, his body makes the decision for him. His balls tighten, pulsing as he cums, emptying himself inside of you. Curling over, he presses a kiss to your shoulder, teeth scraping against the exposed skin as he pours himself into you, pumping you full.

With your stomach full and his lips grazing the base of your neck, you relax into a bone-deep kind of satiation you'd not felt since that night. It's surreal. Absurd as you come crashing back to reality as realise that the party has begun to quieten inside of the tent.

He's still dripping out of you when you hear the high pitched whistle cut through the air.

Kamiari turns. Tearing his suit jacket from his shoulders, he drapes it over your hips, covering his own mess.

'You two made up then?' Sero's smile is blinding. His hands are dug into his pockets, thumbs poking out over the material as he shrugs himself into his shoulders. He's plastered, his hair mattered and a mess as it falls from its bun, but even the alcohol making him stagger doesn't put a stop to his mischief.

Kaminari panics. His voice is still breathless, shaking slightly from the force of the orgasm that had almost had him seeing static. He should have made you cum quicker, shouldn't have slowed down the way he did. Fuck, he should have asked you to come back to his hotel. You deserve better than a quick, forgive me fuck outside of a tent in almost freezing temperature. He curses himself and cringes. 'How long have you been stood there?'

'Long enough to be pitching a tent, you guys don't fuck around huh...' He chuckles to himself. 'Well, I guess you do but -.'

Struggling with your dress, you can't help the smile that breaks your lips when Kaminari shields you and helps get your tits situated and hidden once more. Stepping from behind him, you slide a hand down his arm and twist your fingers in his. Hoping this time he won't run away. 'What do you want Hanta? We're just about to get out of here.'

Even if you had been trying to miss the smile that brightens Kaminari's face, you wouldn't have been able to. He re-adjusts his jacket, now slung over your shoulders and squeezes your hand tight.

Sero chuffs. Still too drunk to know better. 'When I first came out here I just wanted to smoke, but now I'm thinking of asking to watch.'

Reaching down, you pluck one of your heels from the floor before turning and throwing it headlong at Sero's head.

He ducks, laughing as the shoe goes wide. 'That a maybe then?'

'Hanta...' Kaminari whines, but Sero is already backing away holding his hands up in a mock surrender.

'Woah, woah...' A cheeky smile tugs at his lip, bringing his left dimple out in a way that only happens when there's real mischief up his sleeve. 'I guess now would be a bad time to tell you that the lights out here cause a pretty solid shadow to be cast on the side of that tent then, huh?'

The colour drains from both of your faces. 'No...'

Sero's eyes shine as he reaches into his pocket and removes his phone. 'I've got a video of it if you don't believe me...'

-> Masterlist

#kaminari smut #kaminari x reader smut #kaminari x reader #mha smut #saturnsorbits #saturnscribbles

298 notes · View notes

saturnsorbits · 6 months

Text

Walk This Way

Fandom: My Hero Academia, Warnings: Kink Discovery, A Touch of Foot Humping, Shoe Appreciation. Word Count: 1.3k

Summary: Kink discovery with Kirishima: Heels.

A/N: I've been toying around with random kink/character generators and this was the first thing it spat out, so here's my Kirishima + Heels offering.

Kirishima's throat is dry.

It shouldn't be.

He's seen you get dressed countless times and apart from the occasional stiffening in his jeans (You're hot and although, gentle, he is, but a man) and him having to avert his eyes occasionally, for decencies sake, he's never felt like this.

Licking over his lips, he readjusts his seat on the edge of your bed and subtly rests his forearm over the crotch of his pants. From his perch he can see you through the half-ajar door of the en-suite. Your hair and make-up is already done and you've slipped yourself into a dress that is positively sinful. It's new, something he's never seen you wear before and damn, he thinks, do you wear it.

So lost is he in his daze, wondering just what it is that hides under the delicate lace and thin straps he doesn't quite register you slipping out of the bathroom and heading towards him.

Tilting your head, you prop a hand on your hip and tilt your head. 'I'm taking the slack jaw to mean that I look alright, then?'

Kirishima coughs the saliva from his throat and shakes his head. Reaching up to rub at the back of his neck, he tries to ease his tension with a thumb digging hard into the muscle. 'Yeah, you look... You look great.'

'Good.' Turning on the balls of your feet, you slink over to your wardrobe and bend to rummage in the small shoe rack slipped inside. 'Let me just throw my shoes on and we can head out, yeah?'

Nodding, Kirishima turns his mind to the mundane – point blank refusing to stare at the curve of your ass as it pokes up and out of the wardrobe. God only knows what hot water he'd find himself in if he allowed himself to stare. 'S- Sounds good.'

'Can you -.'

The air is knocked clean out of Kirishima's chest when you turn back to face him. You're wearing shoes now, heels, tall black things with a strip of material that bars across your toes. At your ankle two black straps hang loose, waiting to be tied.

Swallowing, Kirishima lets his eyes trace the heels. He gains a whole new appreciation for curves as he looks at you.

There's a delicate bend to your foot now, a subtle 'S' that pushes you up forcing the muscles of your calves to tighten. It's too easy to loose himself, becoming absorbed in the jutting bend of your ankle bone, to the long stretch of your calves that leans out stretching wide around your knees before giving way to plush thigh and an ass he can tell by your posture is pushed out enough that he'd be able to slip behind and grind against.

Still, his eyes slip down again.

Despite all of that, it's somehow the heels that stick out.

'Do you mind?' Tottering towards him, you take three measured steps crossing ankle over ankle before coming to a stop directly in front of Kirishima. 'I can't -.'

Kirishima nods before he really knows what he's agreeing too and gets the broad flat of your foot almost square against the crease of his thigh for his trouble. The pressure, as gentle as it is, has his cock stirring in seconds as he reaches for your ankle on reflex.

'I can never get them tight enough and I don't want to feel like I'm going to slip out of them all night...' You complain, pouting.

It's the soft jut of your lower lip that seals his fate. Kirishima smiles, flashing the sharp edges of his teeth before attempting to steady himself as he reaches for the first of the straps.

His fingers are rough when they drag across your skin, but his touch is nothing but soft as he loops the strap and begins to fiddle with the clasp. Using a thumb to steady himself, he lets his knuckles brush against the roof of your foot before covering it with his palm as he finishes with the second strap.

'Thanks...'

Adam's apple bobbing, he chooses to ignore the fact that you use a little too much pressure when you pull back your foot. His cock twitches, almost fully swollen in the confine of his pants as he waits, patiently, head down for his next task.

This time, when you place down your foot, you do it harder, with purpose and a little closer to the undeniable swell in his pants.

To test a theory, you tell yourself.

A theory that is easily proven when you feel his cock kick against the sole of your shoe.

Kirishima blushes bright. Everything from the tips of his cheekbones, to the slither of pec visible between the low cut of his shirt burns.

It makes you wonder just how low the colour travels. 'Oh...'

'I... Uh...' With shaking hands, Kirishima sets about clasping the next strap. In his vein's, his blood thrums, heart beating almost out of his chest as he waits of your next move. He wonders if you'll call him out, label him a pervert and kick him out of your apartment, but all doubt is clearly forced from his mind when he feels you shift.

Pressing your shoe firmly over his cock, you press down and rock forward earning yourself a moan that vibrates through his chest. 'You like that?'

There's a wet spot on his pants now, he can feel it. The seam rubs at his cock, chafing slightly as he tries and fails to stop his hips from rolling.

Something heavy crawls into your voice as you watch him squirm. Who would have thought, Kirishima Eijirou brought to his knees by a simple pair of heels.

'You do, don't you?' This time, when you press down a large hand wraps around your ankle, but he doesn't do anything to stop you. Instead, he tilts his chin to look at you, exposing the naked lust in his eyes and whines. Licking your lips, you press harder still. 'Go on then, I know you want to...'

Bucking up, he grinds against the sole of your shoe, revelling in the dull throb that comes with the stabbing of the heel at his crotch. He can't help himself. Pleasure builds in his stomach with each roll of his hips bringing with it a new bloom that has him close to cumming in his pants like a teenager. At either side of your ankle, his fingers loosen, twisting to wrap around the shoe itself as he feels his way along the sole of your foot.

'You really like that, don't you?' There's a darkness in your chuckle as you settle into the power you now hold.

His voice is gravelled when he answered, lost as he feels the telltale sign of his end nearing. 'Yeah, fuck... Fuck, I'm -.'

'Go on... Cum for me.' Pressing down exceptionally hard you watch as his whole body tremors. The muscle in his thighs and back tenses, the hand around your shoe tightening as he almost curls over on himself with the sheer force of the orgasm that tears through him.

It leaves him breathless, disoriented almost, as reality comes crashing down on him with a viscous intensity only rivalled by the orgasm still ebbing from his body. Swallowing, he looks up through his eyelashes at you and offers you a nervous smile. 'I – Fuck, I'm – I'm sorry, I -.'

You shake your head, blinking as you try and focus past the steady pulse of your cunt. Slowly slipping your foot off of his lap, you slink closer until you can straddle his hips. He's broad, forcing you to stretch your thighs wide enough that your cunt presses flush to his already re-stiffening cock. Linking your hands behind his neck, you play with the strands of red there as you press your nose to his and whisper into the air between you. 'How about round two?'

Kirishima's eyes blow wide before he pulls you in with a strong hand wrapping your jaw. The kiss is hungry, full of soft nicks and the flick of his tongue against the seam of your lips. Pulling away, he licks across his teeth, tasting you before growling: 'The heels stay on.'

-> Masterlist

#kirishima smut #kirishima x reader #kirishima x reader smut #my hero academia smut #saturnsorbits #saturnscribbles

377 notes · View notes

saturnsorbits · 9 months

Text

Don't Ask, Don't Get

Fandom: My Hero Academia, Warnings: Talk of Losing Virginity, Virgin!Reader, FuckBoy!Kirishima-ish, Suggestive, Teasing, Word Count: 1.1k.

Summary: Kirishima has a reputation. You still have your virginity. How about that, huh?

A/N: Did I finally write something after all this time? Yes. Is it also mostly unfinished and very short? Also, yes. Will there be a part two? Maybe.

The clock on the wall ticks. It's an ugly thing, gimmicky, with thick, oddly carved arms poking out from either side. For a moment you just watch it, listening to the rhythmic beat of its arms as they shift counting down one minute, then two. You squint. It's ten minutes early, like someone has deliberately set the time to induce a constant state of minor panic.

Which is, from where you're sitting, pretty damn unneeded.

Perched on the edge of the bed, you feel pretty out of place amongst the scattered dumbbell weights and hanging medals. It's to be expected, of course. After all, this isn't your room and it's certainly not your bed.

No.

It's the bed of a boy.

And, not just any boy...

Kirishima Eijirou leaves the bathroom encased in a thick layer of steam. His hair is wet, having just showered, and down, it's ends tickling the tanned skin of his shoulders. The towel around his waist is tied poorly, dipping so low on his hips that the start of his dense thicket of pubic hair is clearly visible. He rakes a hand through his hair causing the muscle of his bicep to tense and the meat of his pec to stretch and jiggle.

It makes your stomach feel funny.

'So...' Flashing his signature bright smile, he digs a hand into the curve of his hip drawing your eye to the defined dips there. 'What did you want to talk about?'

I…’ You clear the dryness from your throat. ‘I was talking to Mina.’

‘Oh no.’ Kirishima grins. His eyebrows arc playfully on his forehead.

His mood is infectious and you find yourself sharing his smile; you’re not sure you’d be able to resist it if you tried. There’s something about him that makes you feel at ease, allowing you to sink deeper into his mattress as a girlish chuckle slips from your lips. ‘She…’ You swallow. ‘Well, we were talking and -.’

Kirishima rolls his shoulders, causing his still wet skin to shine softly in the light.

The motion steals your thoughts and ruins your confidence. ‘She said she knew you in middle school…’ You cringe. It’s not a lie. That was how the conversation had started after all. How it had ended, however and the reason you’d found yourself in Kirishima’s room at almost midnight on a Tuesday in your only pair of fancy, matching underwear… Was a different matter entirely.

If he notices the sudden, awkward detour in the conversation, he doesn’t mention it. Instead, he laughs. A full bodied rumble vibrates through his chest, eliciting a chuckle that is half-kitten, half-avalanche. ‘Yeah. I was - uh - I was pretty different back then.’

You know. You’ve seen pictures on Mina’s phone. Back then, Kirishima had been small, with a mop of black hair and a smile that never saw the light. It’s a far cry from who he is now… Big, bright and boisterous. 'Yeah...'

'Did you and Mina talk about anything else?' He cocks an eyebrow, his large palms digging into the flesh of his hips.

'Yeah, we... We -.' You can feel his gaze on you, gentle and piercing all at once, but he doesn't force you to talk. Instead, he waits, patient, with that smile on his face that makes you want to know what it would be like to sit on it.

There's a sparkle in his eyes when he licks over his lower lip and rumbles. 'C'mon, you know you can just ask, right?'

All of the embarrassment in your body flames in your face. You can feel it bubbling there, threatening to make you do something stupid as you look up at the boy with a too bright smile and a cock that you've been promised will ruin you. 'I -.'

Taking a measured step forward, Kirishima leaves barely an inch between your knees. His smile is still blinding, but now, there's something new wedged in-between his teeth. 'You know...' Nudging at your knee with his, he encourages open your legs and steps between them. 'Mina and I have known each other forever.' Reaching down, he hooks a finger underneath your chin and presses his thumb to the bump of your lower lip. 'We talk too.'

A shiver breaks out down your spine making you feel too hot and too cold all at once. The hold he has on your face, although gentle, feels like a choke hold. The pads of his fingers calloused, keeping you easily at his mercy. 'I -.'

'So, just ask.'

His new proximity makes you dizzy as one million and on thoughts are sent speeding through your head at once. It's hard to think, hard to comprehend anything that isn't the rough of Kirishima's hand and the purr of his voice as he looks down on you sweetly, waiting with a patience you'd thought impossible. Swallowing, you loosen your tongue, but what leaps from your mouth is far from the question you'd wanted to ask. 'I'm a virgin.'

'Yeah?'

The bright sparkling you'd mistaken for curiosity has returned to his eyes, but now, there's something else laced within their red seas. It makes your chest tight and your pulse sink, migrating lower than you've ever felt it before. Instead of answering, you nod.

'Do you think that bothers me, sweetheart?' He coos. The hand curled under your chin tips, forcing your face further up. From this position, there's no avoiding his eye, forcing you to gaze right at him as he smirks.

A whine breaks through the seam of your lips, surprising even you as you feel yourself beginning to slip. You've never felt like this, both helpless and secure at the same time, but the way his eyes seem to glow when he looks at you has you treading air. He hasn't even touched you yet.

His eyes burn dark, hungry, as he lets his gaze slip down your body. A cool smirk itches at the side of his mouth, pulling his lip just enough to expose the ends of sharp teeth. As if reading your thoughts, Kirishima taps his thumb against your lip. Leaning down, he closes in until he can feel the soft pants of your breath fan against his cheeks.

'Because it doesn't.'

You squeak. His cheeks have warmed, giving his boyish charm an added highlight as the vulgarity slips easily from his tongue. It contrasts with the sweetness still lingering in his smile, promising so much more than his boyish charm.

'Use your words... C'mon, tell me what you want.'

'I...' You swallow. Between the heat already building in your stomach and the embarrassment coiled low, you're tongue tied, but you know you're not going to get what you want without asking for it – he's made that more than clear. 'I... I - want you to fuck me...'

He chuckles, tilting his head. 'Yeah?..'

You fidget in the space he leaves. 'Please?'

'Oh.' Kirishima's eyes blow wide, a wicked smile pulling at the edge of his lip. 'Look at you using your manners...' He licks at his teeth. 'I think we're going to have a lot of fun, Sweetheart.'

-> Masterlist

#kirishima x reader #kirishima eijiro x reader #mha x reader #kiri x reader #saturnsorbits #saturnscribbles

544 notes · View notes

saturnsorbits · 2 months

Text

Limitless

Fandom: Jujutsu Kaisen, Warnings: Suggestive, Word Count: 1k.

Summary: All you want is for Gojo to turn limitless off, even if just for a moment.

A/N: This is my first time writing Gojo and it was kinda fun, I'm ngl.

'Turn it off!’ You whine, eyes wide, lips already pulling out of their forced frown. In your hand a paper ball is hidden, it's yellowed edges sticking out from between your fingers as you coil back your arm and prepare to throw.

You'd only come into the classroom to see if he had planned next semesters syllabus (he hasn't), but he has a way to bring out the inner child in everyone.

Reclining in his chair, Gojo lifts one of his ankles to sit atop his knee. His limbs are long, stretching out impossibly as he tips back and balances the chair on it's back legs. He folds his arms behind his head and grins. 'And why would I do that?'

You tilt your head and attempt to growl. 'Turn it off.'

'Nope.' He pops the 'P' in his mouth like a piece of bubblegum.

'Satoru.'

He licks his lips, bringing a fresh blush to the skin there. 'Mmhmm?

'Turn it off...' You pout, crushing the paper projectile in your hand. '… Please?'

Even underneath the blindfold you can tell he's rolling his eyes. His eyebrows shift, rising up on his forehead. 'You're just going to throw it at me.'

Letting your hand drop, you toss the paper ball in the air and catch it. 'But what if I don't, huh? What then?'

Another roll of his eyes.

'Oh, come on. I didn't take you for such a chicken.'

A devilish smirk takes your lip, one Gojo's not too sure he likes, but before he has time to bother to come up with some witty, off-the-cuff retort you're... Clucking, at him.

'Bawk... Bawk, bawk, bawk.'

He laughs. The noise bubbles up his throat and trickles over his lips, floating through the air like a ribbon of smoke that threatens to sink into your lungs with each inhale. Your silliness makes something twist in his stomach. It's something he hadn't thought could be elicited by someone else, not since he'd called one of those shabby old dorm rooms his own. 'Seriously -.'

'Bawk!'

Gojo rocks back on his chair. 'You know...' He hooks a thumb under his blindfold and lifts, exposing one frozen eye. 'I could just turn it back on as soon as you throw it.'

You shrug. 'So turn it back on when I throw it then.' Looking at him has always been hard. You'd compare it to looking up at a Greek statue, if you didn't know it would inflate his ego impossibly. Still, the metaphor fits. There's a beauty about him, that's hard to deny, but there's also an... Emptiness. A bone-deep chill of stone sadness, a prison – one you're not sure he's all too thrilled about being trapped in.

He tips forward, slamming the front legs of the chair on the floor. Throwing out his arms, he barks a laugh. 'Fuck it. Go on. Hit me...'

The silence that follows makes him nervous, despite the Six Eyes telling him you've yet to raise your hands to throw your projectile. He waits, something he's never been good at, with a breath locked in the back of his throat. He'll have time to thwart whatever you have planned. He's more than sure of that.

It takes a particularly skilled sorcerer to be able to gradually, undetectably, channel cursed energy into an inanimate object, but it's hardly difficult for you. The energy tickles as it leaves you, bringing goose-flesh to the surface of your arms.

Gojo knows what you're doing. He's not stupid. He could detect the slither of energy dripping down your arm if he were fifty more miles away.

But, you know that too: Don't you?

His brow creases, mind whirring as he tries to fathom what hair-brained scheme you were coming up with. Letting his head loll back on his shoulders, he snorts a laugh. God, he really did fucking love it when you were up to no good.

Readying your arm, you slip your left foot forward in what could be considered a throwing stance. You wind back, let your weight sit in your back foot and then, you toss the ball of paper.

Gojo bites the inside of his cheek. As soon as the paper leaves your hand, he's reaching to catch it. He keeps his posture deliberately relaxed, knees parted, legs spread, spine curved into the cushion of the chair. So what if he wants to look cool. There's no rule saying he can't want to impress one of his fellow teachers: he's checked. The paper hits his palm as planned, his hand closing around it like a claw. He's about to laugh, to toss his head back and deliver a witty retort about your throwing skills, but he's not given the chance.

'Turn it off, Satoru.'

You're so close he can feel the breath you use to say his name on the rim of his ear. There's a pressure on his shoulders, your hands curled around him as you settle more firmly in his lap.

Or you would, if he would just turn that damn...

Gojo turns off limitless.

He's bonier than you'd expected. His thin limbs covered with a healthy, but scant layer of muscle that twitches when it finally bares your weight. So, too are his shoulders. The bulk at his back provides a cushion, while you thumb brushes clean over the jut of his collarbone.

You press closer, rolling your hips up and into his pelvic bone. Already you can feel the soft swell of his cock as it twitches, roused by the heat of your cunt.

He drops the paper, choosing instead to take hold of your waist. His hands flatten, palms flat as they slide down, down, down and cup your ass. Kneading at the flesh, he takes hold of you like he owns you, delivering a healthy slap to your left cheek as a wide grin takes his lips.

'It's off.' He cocks an eyebrow, licking over powdered sugar lips. You raise your eyebrows and wriggle your hips to check, making sure to show him just how wet the few drags of your cunt across his rapidly hardening cock has made you.

The muscle in his jaw tenses. He can smell you from here – your desperation - as it drips from you and soaks your underwear. If he plays his cards right, which he always does, he'd bet he'll be able to get a taste of you in the next ten minutes.

He smirks 'So, what now?'

-> Masterlist

#gojo x reader #gojo satrou x reader #jjk x reader #saturnsorbits #saturnscribbles

262 notes · View notes

saturnsorbits · 1 year

Text

Another Tide

Fandom: My Hero Academia, Warnings: Pirate AU, Violence, A Touch of Gore, Background Suggested KiriBaku and MinaOcha, Rough Sex, Spit, Spanking, Lacking Prep, Choking, The Smallest Bit of Ass-Play, Soft Sex, Ambiguous Ending. Word Count: 14.5k.

Summary: Captain Bakugo Katsuki certainly left an impression when he broke his promise and abandoned you. Unluckily for him, you're rather good at holding a grudge.

A/N: Based on: This.

Water drips from the ceiling of the cells. In thin rivers, it travels down the stone, nourishing the moss that sustains, barely, by the stolen natural light allowed by the tower door. Most of the cities jail cells are above ground, but not this one. This, buried beneath one of the old royal towers, is a hole reserved only for the worst men who displease the crown. Men, like Bakugo Katsuki.

'Ah.' The voice breaks from the darkness. It's as rough as the mid-summer storm outside, as more inaudible words are purred into the air. A fitting voice for a pirate. 'My princess, returns...'

Lifting your candle a little higher, you take your leave from the final step of the tower and peer about the lock-up. There are only four cells here, buried below the world; although only two of them are currently occupied. Slipping your feet from your shoes, you cross the flag-stone to the third cell and squint into the dim. 'I am not your princess.'

Chained to the floor with his manacled hands in his lap, Bakugo squints against the light offered by the burning candle. 'C'mon now...' His chains jingle as he unfolds himself, clambering to his feet. 'Don't be like that, my love.'

Your eyes find his in a moment, but before you're lost to their crimson depth you're turning and moving towards the last cell. The light from your candle flickers, casting awkward shadows against the stone as you near the bars. There had been two of them, hauled in spitting and hissing at last light a month back and while Bakugo had endured, his companion hadn't fared as well under the cities charge. 'Midoriya...'

You press yourself to the bars. Slumped against the far wall, Midoriya's head hangs over his hips. His shirt is torn, exposing most of his right arm and chest allowing you to see the thick strips of flesh that have been torn from his bicep. The muscle-fibre underneath pulses, red and angry, but the wound is dry. It looks as though it's been that way for a while. You swallow. 'Midoriya.'

'He's dead.' Bakugo's voice shakes the unsteady silence. 'That'll happen when you flay a man like that. Weak disposition be damned, he did well to last as long as he did.'

You lock a gasp behind your teeth and step back, a hand covering your mouth.

'You couldn't have saved him, princess.' Bakugo's rings clink as he wraps a large palm around the bar of his cell.

'I -.' Forcing yourself to look away from the dead man, you drift silently back to Bakugo.

Overturning a palm, he flexes his fingers in quiet request and smirks when the soft of your skin meets the rough of his. 'Not even your hands can suture wounds that deep.'

You swallow. The odd shapes Bakugo traces into your skin feel repetitive, but calm your nerves, each loop and twist settling the void in your stomach.

Licking his lips, he blinks up at you. 'That'll happen to me too, ya'know... Eventually.'

'Don't say that.' Whispering, you lean forward, pressing in close to the bars. At this distance you'd guess he could feel your breath against his cheeks, after all, you can feel his. Each soft exhale makes you shiver and lean into him further.

'It's the truth.'

'Katsuki -.'

Bakugo bites at his lower lip and let's his forehead hit the bars. 'You could stop it.'

'Katsuki. I -.'

'You just need to give me the key.'

You sigh and press further forward. Your head would touch to his if it had not been for the bars. Bars that needn't be there. 'You know I can't.'

'What'll it take, Princess...'

Something squirms in your stomach. You had only intended to peek that night when they had first been hauled in and yet... Your feet continue to lead you back here. Since, you've risked your neck to bring them bread and extra mutton, thread and needles and poultice for their wounds. You've brought them all that you could, but you'd never expected them to take something of their own.

Despite being behind bars, somehow, Captain Bakugo Katsuki has stolen your heart.

And he knows it.

'Take me with you...' The words leap from your tongue, your hand curling to cling to him. 'Take me with you and I'll steal the key.'

A smile tugs at Bakugo's mouth, forcing his lip to curl over pointed teeth. Keeping his eyes trained on yours, he dips his head to press his lips to your knuckles. 'You want to be a Captain's whore, Princess?'

His words make you shiver. 'Your whore.'

'I think I like the sound of that...' Not for the first time, Bakugo wonders just what you'd taste like. Delicious, he'd bet, but a sweet little thing like you deserves to be savoured. '...If that's what my Princess wants.'

Your eyes widen. 'You'd – You'd take me?'

'Why not?'

Excitement zips down your spine making you stand straighter. Bakugo's lips are rough and itch at your skin, but that doesn't stop the heat that bubbles in your stomach when he lays a second kiss on the bend of your ring finger. 'Really?'

'You get me that key and...'

Rooting about under your skirts, you twist and turn for a second before pulling back a closed fist. You'd pick-pocketed one of the guards weeks ago, hoping that Midoriya's worsening wounds wouldn't require an impromptu breakout attempt. Turns out, you'd be been right, just not in the way you'd hoped. Unfurling your fingers, you reveal a set of small, silver keys.

'Oh, you little -.' Bakugo laughs. The sound is sharp and bounces off of the walls for a heartbeat before you slam your hand over his mouth to quiet him. He winks and kisses your palm.

'Quiet.'

Lowering his voice, he grins wide before dropping your hand in favour of wrapping a hand around the back of your neck. He pulls you in, forcing both of your cheeks to crush against the bars, but the soft reward of your lips is enough to make him bear the discomfort.

You gasp, but fall into the kiss all too easily. The grip he has on your neck guides you, tipping back your head until he can press his tongue against the seam of your lips and lick inside. Moaning, you let him devour you, moving in rhythm with him as the kiss deepens impossibly and then... The key slips from your hand.

'Now.' Bakugo pulls back. Throwing the keys up in the air, he catches them again like he hadn't slipped them from your palm moments before. 'You should go -.'

Your eyebrows knit. The taste of him lingers on your tongue, but before any words of protest can be propelled from your lungs he's continuing.

'… Pack only what you can carry and meet me back here a beat before sun-rise. We'll barter passage on one of the leaving merchant ships.' He kneads his thumb against your jaw while he talks, enjoying how pliant you are under just one of his hands.

'Okay.'

'Can you do that for me, Princess?'

'Yeah... Yes.' You nod and take hold of his wrist, urging yourself someone deeper into his hold.

Bakugo smiles, tilting his head. 'Good girl.' Leaning in, the next kiss he presses to your mouth is soft and long. A sigh breaches the seam of your lips and he swallows it eagerly, inhaling as much of you as he can before pulling back only to peck your lips again. 'Now, go...'

Reluctantly, you step back beyond his reach. Your heart is hammering in your chest as you tip-toe back across the stone floor and slip back into your shoes at the foot of the stairs. With a new hope burning in your veins you twist on the bottom step and smile back at your captain whispering a soft: 'I'll be back.' into the darkness and then, you're gone.

It takes you barely a moment to pack your entire life into a sack small enough to bundle in your arms, but the first bell of dawn hasn't even rung before you're sneaking back out towards the cells. The shadows swallow you, letting you vanish into the darkness still clinging to the city.

Anticipation makes each of your steps quicker, makes your heart sing as you imagine salt spray and oceans as far as you can see. You wonder where you'll sleep. If you'll bunk with the crew or be welcomed into the captain's personal quarters. You wonder how often he'll kiss you. How often he might gift you more... If he really will make you his whore. The thought makes you giddy, makes you move somehow quicker as desperation creeps up through your legs.

'Katsuki...' You've taken your shoes off at the top of the tower this time, careful not to make any noise and spoil your escape. The stone is cold on your feet, but it doesn't slow you down. 'Katsuki.'

Squinting into the darkness, you leap from the last step and hurry to his cell. 'Katsuki – I.'

The door swings open as soon as you lay a hand on it. Inside, a set of manacles lay on the floor open and abandoned. Slipping into the cell, you look around as if he might morph from one of the walls or manifest himself from shadow. He doesn't. Instead, you're forced to reduce yourself to your knees, overtaken by the sudden rush of emotion that batters its way out of your chest. You want to scream, want to slap yourself for trusting a pirate, for letting your silly, little emotions get the best of you.

Swiping for the manacles your breath jams in your throat, heart stopping as you catch sight of glittering letters scratched into the metal. In rough hand caused by the sharp edge of one of the keys is a message: 'On another tide, my Princess. Your captain sends his regards.'

The wind whips at the skin of Bakugo's cheeks as he slips below deck on the heels of his first mate. His hand clings to the bannister, the wood scuffing against the rough of his palm as he descends. It had taken years for him to find his ship again, his crew... Years to re-build what had been taken from him. Now, a month or so shy of a decade, he was once again one of the most feared pirates the sea had ever seen.

The grain of the ship's bannister snags at him, but he doesn't remove his hand from her walls as they turn from the crews sleeping quarters and make their way to the dry store. 'There best be a good reason for me being dragged down here, Red. I swear if this is another excuse to get me alone, I -.'

Kirishima hisses at him. 'Of course there's a good reason.' He stops dead, forcing the Captain to bump into his back. 'And if I wanted to get you alone, I'd simply lay in your bed and call for you. You're hardly hard to tempt...' A smirk plays at his lips as his eyebrows arch, forming neat little half-arcs on his forehead. 'Captain.'

A growl bubbles in Bakugo's throat as he wraps a large palm around the bottom of Kirishima's jaw. 'Have I ever told you how pretty you are when you -.'

'Yes, yes.' Shaking off Bakugo's touch, Kirishima shivers before moving off again. 'I'm the prettiest jewel you've ever stolen, best lay on the ship. I'll suck your cock later, if someone else doesn't get to you first, but right now, we have a problem.'

Bakugo grunts, but follows on wordlessly – trying to remain undistracted by the dull hardness stretching out his breaches.

It takes barely a moment before Kirishima's palm is meeting the door of the dry store and forcing it open to reveal what he has trapped within.

Bakugo clicks his tongue. 'Well, well, well... Would you like to tell me why you've bound one of my rigging boys in his own ropes?'

Just inside the room, laying against the tied down kegs of ale is Monoma. He's sat on his hands, his shoulders curved causing his chest to concave as he struggles weakly against his bindings. Sweat slicks his hair to his brow and trickles down his neck, dripping onto the pale skin of his chest that is exposed by a torn shirt.

'Caught this one in the nest with a scope and a mirror...' Leaning back against the wall, Kirishima crosses his arms and props a foot up against the wood. 'He was sending light signals off the bow.'

'Ah.' Squatting down before Monoma, Bakugo cocks his head. 'And why would he be doing that, ha?'

A cold chill rocks down Monoma's spine when the Captain leans in and licks at his teeth. 'I -.'

'Now.' Reaching forward, Bakugo squashes Monoma's cheeks between his fingers. 'I'd think twice about lying, mate. You wouldn't be much good with the rigging if I cut all your fingers off, would ya?'

Swallowing down hard, Monoma shakes. 'They paid me.'

'I'd be mad if they didn't, I was the one who taught you pirates don't do shit without gold... Who? For what?'

'The – the...'

'The, the, the -.' Bakugo babbles back, a wicked grin taking his lip as he administers a firm slap across Monoma's cheek.

The force turns his head, stopping the words trickling over his lips. He pauses. 'The woman... She, she approached me while we overnighted on I-Island. Offered me a sum if I would help her tail us in open water... I've been sending her light signals at dawn.'

Bakugo slaps him again. 'How much did she pay?'

'A – a couple hundred pieces and a night with one of her crew.' With red cheeks, Monoma tries to shuffle backwards. His eyes flicker from the floor to the Captain and back again.

'You...' Bakugo barks out a laugh. 'You little shit, you.'

From behind him Kirishima snorts and taps his boot against the wall. A coy smile itches at his lip as something proud twinkles in his eyes. 'I told you we shouldn't have taken him on board, Captain.'

'I know. Stop your gloating.' Standing, Bakugo stretches out his spine and thumbs at the dimples in his back.

'Should I toss him overboard? Or...' Kirishima's teeth shine, biting soft into his lower lip. 'Better yet...' Stepping forward, his hand falls to the large curved knife secured to his hip. 'I could cut pieces off him and feed it to that shark I've been trying to tame.'

Holding up a hand, Bakugo can't help the smirk that takes his lip. 'Can't let you turn him into fish food just yet, Red. First we need to know -.'

'Captain!'

Bakugo's head drops down at the sound of Kaminari's voice. He pinches the bridge of his nose. 'I swear if that little idiot has got himself caught in the ropes again, I -.'

'Captain!' The second shout comes from a new voice. It's higher in pitch, but of a firmer tone and is accompanied by the sound of a boot stomping on the wood overhead.

'Shit.' Perking up, Bakugo exchanges a worried look with Kirishima before they're both scrambling back towards the stairs and racing their way back onto the deck.

Light blinds them both as they emerge, arms shielding their faces, but it doesn't take long to spot the source of the disturbance.

Kaminari is tangled in the rigging, his legs twisted around the ropes allowing him to lean forward and hold a telescope to his eye. He pulls back, stretching an arm out towards the horizon before shooting an eyebrow raised smile at Bakugo. 'Ship!'

Bakugo answers. 'What are her colours!'

'She's not flying any, Cap.' Mina strides across the deck, her swords already unsheathed and hanging at her sides. Stopping a foot from Bakugo, she presses both of her weapons into one hand to yank the telescope from her belt and hands it over. 'Your orders?'

Snatching the telescope from Mina, Bakugo glares through it while scowling. Through the small lens, he can see it. A ship, a little smaller than his own, sails on the horizon. White foam is spitting from its stern, the water parting quick as it cuts through the water towards him. Under his gaze, the white sheets hanging from the masts are hauled down, replaced quickly by sails of total and complete black. Biting his cheeks, Bakugo licks his teeth as he lowers the scope and passes it back to Mina. He looks back at Kirishima and nods. 'Alright boys, let's give our kin a warm welcome!' From the back of the small crowd of crew gathered on deck, Sero smiles crooked and excited.

'The cannons?'

'The fucking cannons!' Grinning from ear to ear, Bakugo leaps to action striding across the deck towards the helm. 'Red, bring her round. We'll meet her head on. Mina – take the defence, I want any ladders that land on our rails burnt. Sero -.'

'… Holes as big as I can manage, no damage to the hull.' Sero waves his hand above his head, flashing Bakugo another large smile before descending below deck with a small squad of cannon boys on his heels.

'Kaminari!'

'Yes, Captain?' Somersaulting from a section of netting high between the masts, Kaminari almost breaks his neck landing on the deck, but manages, somehow, to right himself before he meets hard wood.

'Get in the nest. I want to know exactly what we're dealing with.'

Tossing a lazy salute, Kaminari is scuttling back into the rigging before Bakugo can bark out any more commands.

With the whole ship put to orders, Bakugo takes up post by Kirishima as his first mate strains to turn the boat around. The wheel fights him, the water below tugging awkwardly, but the man's broad shoulders make short work of the struggle.

'You think this is Monoma's woman?'

Bakugo grunts. 'Probably got twitchy after this mornings signal wasn't sent. Figured her little rat had been discovered...' Inhaling deep, his fingers play at the hilt of his sword; the other slipping inside his jacket to feel the hard curve of his pistol. '… Decided it was better to act now than risk having us plan something she couldn't control.'

He shrugs. 'I'd almost say she was smart had she not chosen our ship to attack.'

A wide grin takes Kirishima's lip. 'She'll certainly be in for a shock, Captain.'

'That she will indeed.'

Waves lap at the sides of the boat as Kirishima's brute strength forces her to turn. Overhead, gulls scream anxiously awaiting the oncoming bloodshed as they power forward, carving through the ocean.

'Ready, boys?' Bakugo unsheathes the sword at his hip, his ringed hands playing out an odd tune as he readjusts his grip on the metal.

There's mania reflecting in the burning of his iris', a wide grin splitting his lips as he narrows his eyes and spins on a heel to face his crew.

Gathered on deck the crew wait with baited breath. In their hands an all manner of weapons shine, axes and maces, swords and worn, wooden pistols all jitter as their owners shake and twist their wrists.

'Aye, aye Captain!'

The chorus makes the skin on Bakugo's chest blister, goosebumps coating his skin as the shouts of his crew wash over him. With the sea spray on his face and his prey set firmly in his sights, he feels unstoppable. His chest puffs up, throat already raw as he lets loose a terrifying scream. 'To the depths with her! Leave none unharmed – The one who brings her Captain to me alive earns their pick of the loot!'

'And what if I don't want any of their loot?' Mina tips back her hat and cocks an eyebrow.

Bakugo pretends to think. 'The pick of the women then! If you can turn on your charm for long enough to convince 'em to slip into your bed.'

A fierce grin takes her lip as he hoists the sword in her right hand high above her head. 'That's more like it, Captain. I'll have a new lady to warm my bed tonight, lads.'

Another chorus, this one accompanied by the stamping boots of Sero's cannon hands below as they finally lay sight on their target. The air is whip sharp, cutting as they make their approach. Under the hull, the waves part easily – sliced as the boat cuts through the ocean with a speed no longer seen in the large admiral fleets of the surrounding empires.

'She's not turning, Captain.' Kirishima mumbles. His hands are white against the wood, tugging her still as they press against the water. With the wind on their side, they'll be upon the other ship in moments; but she's made no move to turn away.

'Just makes her an easier target, my love.'

'She's turning to face us, Captain.'

The salt air scratches at your cheeks as you lean into the wind. 'I wouldn't expect anything less.' Your fingers tense, palm squeezing at the metal hilt of your sword where it hangs at your hip. There's a smile playing at your mouth, one you break only to lick the dryness from your lips. You've been waiting years for this, but now the moment is within reach, you find your skin buzzing with bee stings. The manacle forced shut around your wrist feels heavy now. Spinning on the ball of your boot, your stride to the edge of the bridge and lean over it's edge.

Below the crew stutter to a stop. They're a motley bunch, picked up from various ports and won through too many drunken games of cards – a crew of opportunity and circumstance if you ever saw one. A few even still wear the dark navy tail-coats of the Ingenium company, although now the rich cotton is sun bleached and stained, making them look no better than the low-life drunks who they serve beside.

Sparing a glance at the mast, you smirk at the man tied to it and adjust his hat on your head. For the most part, Tenya Iida had been a good sport when you'd commandeered his ship and bound him with his own rigging. He'd struggled, for a time, but a good few days gagged without food had sorted him right out. Now, he tends to yell odd instructions that no-one listens to and lectures the seagulls on the proper running of a ship. 'Loot what you want!' You shout over the crashing of the waves against the hull. 'But, leave their Captain to me.'

'Aye, Captain!'

The echoing chorus fills your stomach and makes your chest swell. 'To your stations, lads. We've got a ship to take.'

'Captain!' At the helm, Momo flicks her hair over her shoulder. It's waist length now, with a series of pretty braids that start at her temples and tie together at the base of her skull; each of which are adorned with a series of shiny trinkets - souvenirs from the various drinking games she's won.

You turn, flicking up your eyebrows as the crew scramble to their posts. The sound of old leather boots almost drowns out Momo's words as she yells out over the wind.

'They're speeding up!' Momo's chest heaves as she shouts, her eyes wide and steeled.

Dropping your jaw, you haul in a breath for an answering shout, but before the words can leap from your tongue there is another voice rising above the noise.

'Cannons!' Tokoyami is horizontal as he swings nimbly down the rigging from the crows nest. He dangles effortlessly above the deck, the ropes wrapped around his joints as he cups his hands around his mouth.

You nod. 'I want to know everything you see.'

Without another word Tokoyami is scrambling back to his perch, his eyes already squinted and trained on the approaching vessel.

There's a broken kind of nervousness that trickles through your veins as you watch the crew ready the boards. Three lean strips of wood, steadied by four strong hands wait, swaying in the wind on deck. In barely a moment, they'll be dropped. You swallow and wet your lips, feeling for the worn and yellowed page tucked safely away in the inside pocket of your coat.

Soon, the ship will be on you and in amongst all of the chaos to come... You'll find him.

Bakugo slashes out with his right hand, the curve of his sword gliding easily through the throat of an advancing pirate. There's a wicked grin pulling at the corners of his mouth, a spark igniting in the depths of cold crimson as he rotates his shoulder, taking down another man. Pausing, he kicks out, sending a third body to the floor before a keen twist of his wrist dyes the edges of his blade red.

Licking at his teeth, he stills – taking stock of the new space around him. A mess of bodies litters the deck. Both the wounded and dead lay side by side in pools of seeping blood, as their comrades battle on around them, not able to care too much where their feet land. Bakugo bites his tongue to stop a smile. Somewhere in the bloodbath, he can hear Kirishima laughing. The noise is like music, sharp and yet, soft – melodic as it catches the wind and finds its way back into his ears. He spins, eyes keen and searching as they land upon his second mate.

Kirishima has his hand wrapped around the neck of man. He flails in his grasp, nails scratching desperately at the thickest parts of Kirishima's forearms as his legs kick out, trying and failing to strike the large chest in front of him. 'Well that isn't going to get you anywhere...'

The man wheezes, dropping one hand to his belt. His fingers scratch at the leather, digging and twisting frantically as he works to free a small stiletto dagger. The hilt slips into his palm, allowing his hand to tighten to white around it, but before he can even lift the weapon to strike a sickening crack stops him in his tracks.

Cocking his head, Kirishima's sighs as if disappointed. His fist is white knuckled, with thin rivers trickling over the dips of his fingers as he tosses the, now limp, body to the floor.

The show of strength forces Bakugo to readjust himself in his breeches; but he's barely given a second to appreciate the sight of his second spitting on the next man he sends to the floor before an ear splitting laugh is ricochetting around the insides of his skull. He'd rush, if he hadn't already heard the noise one thousand times before...

Across the deck, Mina has a body squashed under the sole of her boot. The man writhes, eyes torn wide and terrified as he claws at the wood he lays on. The pressure on his chest keeps him pinned, stops him wriggling too far away as Mina flashes him a deadly wink and presses to tip of her blade closer to his throat.

'Let it be known...' Licking her lips, she lets another chuckle bubble up her throat. She reaches up, grabbing at the loose collar of her shirt with a tight fist and pulls, yanking open the material. The shirt falls open, clinging together by a singular button at her navel – just above her pants and exposes the hot, flush of her dark chest. 'That you where killed by a woman.'

'Please... Fuck – Don't...'

Mina ignores the pleas, letting them fall on deaf ears as she rolls her eyes and slices the man's throat.

He coughs twice before his lips are stained red. The gash in his throat is deep enough that he doesn't suffer, but that doesn't stop the ice cold dread that seems to fall upon the surrounding pirates.

Spinning on her heel, Mina wrenches her other sword from her belt and brandishes it at her hips. Her chest heaves, tit's framed by her open shirt as she swings herself around to face her next opponent. She cocks an eyebrow and snarls, lips pulling back over her teeth as she watches the new man in front of her almost wet himself with panic. 'Now, who's next boys...'

Laughing, Bakugo drags his eyes away from Mina's performance. She's always enjoyed a spectacle, but he must admit that this might be his favourite yet. Under his feet, blood seeps making each of his steps awkward and slippery. His boots refuse to grip, making fighting difficult as he slices through another pirate. Almost sliding to his knees, he clenches his jaw – eyes searching the clashing rabble in search of the source of his troubles.

Whoever captains the other ship is going to rue they day, they ever decided to place a target on his back.

The first step is the easiest. The board wobbles under your boots, giving and swaying as the ships lean closer together. Already, there are holes littering both hulls. The marks of exchanged cannon fire has scorched the varnished wood, spewing the scent of burning into the air. It's thick, the smoke cloying your lungs as you draw your sword and take another step.

On your heels Uraraka already has her blade drawn. There's a wicked glee in her eye as she bounces the plank, hurrying you along. 'In front, Captain.'

A man with a missing eye blocks your path. He grins, wide and gap-toothed as he reaches for his belt and the large mace he has slid into the leather. Twisting it over in his palm, he barely has time to reel back his arm before there are a pair of boots colliding with his chest.

Tokoyami twists before he hits the deck, his arms spreading like wings as he lands another kick on the jaw of a man to his left.

'Captain...' He huffs breathing hard. 'Are you -.'

Clearing the last of the plank, you plant a hand on Tokoyami's shoulder and squeeze. 'Thank you... Now -.'

'Bring me your strongest man and watch me reduce him to his knees!' Uraraka's voice is high-pitched and delicate, more fitting a princess than a pirate as she spits at her feet as swings an easy elbow into the women attempting to shift the boards from the side. Chewing on her lip, she scans the scene eyes bright as she claps eyes on a mountain of man. 'You!' She screams. 'Come meet my blade.'

With the lower half of the man's jaw obscured with a bandana, you're forced to focus in on the way his eyes widen. He sets his stance, grey hair flopping lazily into his eyeline as he raises his axe high enough to clash with Uraraka's blade.

They twist, the sound of scraping steel poisoning the air as the man takes a step back to swing. The muscle in his shoulder bulges, dark veins popping as he once again attempts to crush Uraraka with his strike.

She dodges him easily. Pirouetting, she barely gives enough time for her back foot to catch the grip of the wood beneath her before she's launching herself back into the air and straight at the man before her. 'Is that all you've got? Don't tell me you're going to be a disappointment...'

You're not given long to admire Uraraka's zeel as you duck a mace aimed for your head. The weapon skims your head, missing by millimetres as you drop to a knee and slash at the man's calf. He goes down with a scream. Leaping back to your feet, you send your heel into his nose at the same time your steel sinks deep into the tissue of his shoulder, severing the joint as he slumps forward at your feet.

Beside you, Momo reels her fist back. The skin of her knuckles is blooming, purple marring the paleness of her fingers as she flicks off specs of blood. 'It's been a while since we've had a good fight.' She grins, flashing pearled teeth. 'Remind me to thank you when we're celebrating later.'

Rolling your eyes, you push your way further into the fray. With the fight reaching a crescendo on all sides, you're forced to duck and weave to keep moving. Anticipation makes your skin itch, your whole body pulled taught as you side step another stray sword and scan the mess of bodies clashing together on the deck.

He's here.

You know he is.

You just have to -

'Oi, Princess. This your shit show of a crew bleeding all over my deck?'

You press your tongue to a back molar as his voice manages to shatter the chaos around you. There's a fire, steady and strong already stoking in your chest as the full force his betrayal repeats on you. Grinding your teeth, you haul in a breath and press shut your eyes; willing your body to contain it's rage for just a moment. 'Need I remind you...' You turn and cock your head, eyebrows high on your head as you glare. 'That I'm not your Princess.'

There's ice in Bakugo's vein's when he lays eyes on you, but he's soon thawed out by the rage burning in your eyes. He barks a laugh, willing his shoulders to roll before they lock and leave him defenceless. He never thought he'd see you again...

'Oh,' he cocks his head, slipping easily back into his cocky persona. 'But, you wanted to be, didn't ya... Sweetheart.' Swallowing, he juts out his hip, just enough to lean on the sword he slides back into it's sheath with a limp wrist and barks out a laugh. 'So, what? You missed me so much that you travelled the entire seven seas just to crawl into my bed, huh?'

Swallowing bile, you blink slowly to compose yourself; but your hand moves quickly as soon as Bakugo takes a step forward. It's muscle memory, easy, as you levy the blade at his throat and press the tip against his jugular; preventing him from slinking any closer.

'C'mon, Sweetheart. Don't be like that.' He laughs, feeling the way his Adam's apple grates against the blade with each twitch.

You scowl. 'I don't think you have any right to tell me how to act, Bakugo.' Spitting his own name at his feet, you press the blade closer into his throat. For a moment, you entertain the thought of slitting it, of cutting him open and watching him bleed out; but then, how would you get your answers.

He rolls his eyes, not even blinking as your sword dents his skin. 'What can I do for you then, Princess?' Savouring the pet name, he makes sure to keep your eye as the embers flare. 'If you're not here to be my whore.'

Gritting your teeth, you lick over your lip before gesturing the on-going chaos with a tip of your hat. 'Call off your men.'

A bark of a laugh leaps from his chest. 'And pray tell why the fuck I'd do that.'

'Because I want answers...' His mouth drops open to speak, some witty one-line retort already furled at the back of his tongue, but before he can loose it into the air, you raise your eyebrows. 'And in return, I have information about One for All.'

Bakugo stills. His expression is unreadable, eyebrows kept tight as his mouth flattens to a thin line. The muscle in his jaw ticks. 'And I can trust that you'll call off your crew?'

You nod.

'Men... Stand down!'

Echoing his shout, you call your crew to a stalemate.

It's a ghostly sound, the absence of noise in a place that was once full of it. The sudden lack of screams and bloodshed make the air around the ship ring as everyone slowly, turns their eyes to you.

'Should I be following you back to your ship...' Bakugo chuckles, licking at his teeth. 'Captain.'

'No.'

Your bluntness stuns him, making him lean back on a heel as he regards you with soft suspicion. 'And why would that be?'

You chuff. 'I'd rather you not damage my ship when I tell you what I have to say... You're not the most, subtle, of men.'

Choosing to ignore your insult, Bakugo lowers his head before spinning on his heel to address his crew once more. 'You heard the lady – a truce, then, for the moment. Back to your jobs, lads. Clean the blood from the decks and escort our visiting Captain's crew back to their ship before they make the place look cluttered, ha?'

Re-sheathing your sword at your hip, you hold up a hand and push back into Bakugo's space. 'I want Uraraka and Yoamomo to accompany me.'

Squinting, Bakugo's eyes roam the ship. 'And who would -.'

'Here, Captain.' Yaoyarozu slinks forward, elbowing pirates out of her way as she goes. Her blouse is almost entirely covered in blood, but even the dousing she has received is nothing to how Uraraka looks.

Clinging to Yaoyarouzu's shoulder, Uraraka looks as though she's been bathed in red. Her face is dyed, cheeks blush bright with splatters as large as chicken pox littering her features. Much of her hair is matted, clumped with viscera that drips from brunette strands and onto her shoulders . She limps forward, each step causing her to wince and drag her left foot, the ankle refusing to bare weight as she uses Yaoyarozu as a crutch; but despite it all – she looks perfectly overjoyed.

Bakugo looks the pair up and down before pressing his tongue to the roof of his mouth and whistling. 'In that case: Kirishima! Mina!'

Kirishima is at his side in a flash. His sword is still drawn and held low, his knuckles tight and white around it's hilt. 'Captain?'

'Put that away!'

Bakugo might pretend to bark at his second, but you don't miss the soft way he wraps his fingers around the others hand and squeezes softly.

When Mina arrives, she looks no better than Uraraka. Her shirt is torn entirely, exposing the plump roundness of her breast as she cocks a hip and takes up post on Bakugo's other side. In one of her hands, she holds a blade. In the other, an already stained cloth that she uses to clean down the edges of her sword. 'So, she pretty enough to evoke a stale mate or do you two have business?' Her eyes flicker over you feeling rough, but her attention is soon stolen by Uraraka.

Mina winks.

Uraraka, somehow, blushes underneath all of the blood covering her face.

'Shall we?' You tilt your head and blink lazily.

'As you wish, Princess.' Bakugo smirks before turning on a heel and making his way down the ship towards the Captain's quarters.

There's a soft tittering behind you, a mixture of your crew's and Bakugo's as the pet name lingers in the air; but whatever thoughts spin around people's heads, no-one is brave enough to speak them.

That is, except for Mina.

'So... You fucked this one then, Captain?' She skips alongside him, boots almost skating on the blood underfoot as she slaps him on the back.

'That's none of your -.'

'No.'

Mina bites her tongue as your and Bakugo's voice blend to one. Her hand slips from his back as she falls into line with Kirishima once more. 'Ah... So, it's like that then.'

Bakugo glares at her over his shoulder. 'It is. Now, if you wish to keep your tongue, you'll shut up.'

'You can't do that, Captain!' Tossing up her hands, Mina clasps both of her hands over her heart and spins, catching Uraraka's eye before curling her tongue around every single word that drips from her mouth. 'It's my best feature.'

Uraraka splutters, managing a subtle: 'Second best' as her eyes drift down Mina's collar.

Ducking under the ornate rails of the ships upper staircase, Bakugo reaches up to rest a hand against the door frame, while searching the inner layers of his shirt. He hums, curling his fingers against his chest as he retrieves a thick golden key kept on twine around his neck. Not bothering to take the key from around his neck, he stoops to unlock the door and holds it open with a large palm splayed against the wood. 'Ladies first.' He smirks.

You roll your eyes and ignore the way your saliva dries out in your mouth. Fixing a new scowl onto your features, you dip your head in cordial thanks before slipping past him and ensuring not even your elbow scrapes his chest.

'The last door on the left should suit our conversation, unless you do really wish to have a more personal kind of talk.' His voice echoes softly down the short corridor, smooth and silky as it sinks into your ears.

Slamming a hand on the door in question, you sigh. 'This will suffice.'

Vanishing into the room, you don't bother to hold it open for him.

The cabin is larger than you'd expected, with a bulky desk that occupies most of the space. An assortment of papers litters it's surface. Some are maps, while others bare strange markings and delicately written hand that look almost indecipherable to your eye. Aside them is too many bottles of rum, all opened and in various stages of being drunk; their corks long forgotten or discarded on the mahogany floor that creeks as you step inside.

The door opens again, allowing a slither of light to trickle in from the corridor before it's blocked by Bakugo's bulk. 'This is as far as your seconds go, I'm afraid.' He braces an arm against the doorframe blocking the path.

Uraraka walks straight into him, almost clotheslining herself on the muscle of his bicep. 'Captain!'

'There's sensitive stuff in here I'd rather not let prying eyes see.' Growling, Bakugo glares over his shoulder, but refuses to move.

You raise your eyebrows. 'Am I not prying eyes?'

Huffing a chuckle, he shakes off the shiver that slinks down his spine like a stray raindrop. 'I'll be leaving Mina and Kirishima out there too. If they try anything, I won't be responsible for their actions.'

Making a non-committal noise in the back of your throat, you make a small hand gesture to Uraraka that seems to make her calm. She tosses herself back against the wood of the corridor and folds her arms across her chest, a pout already forming on her lips.

Beside her, Kirishima wears an almost identical expression.

Relaxing his arm, Bakugo pauses for a moment before crossing the threshold and letting the door finally, slam shut. Skirting around the room, he takes up post at his desk, landing lazily into the detailed chair behind it. He lifts his legs, reclining to toss his boots up onto his papers. Crossing his ankles, he moves them under his feet until comfortable and folds his hands across his stomach. 'So...' He smiles, the pointed edges of his incisors flashing above his bottom lip. 'What information brings a little sweet thing like you out here into open waters? Or, where you really just so desperate to see me again?'

You roll your eyes. 'You're of little consequence, these days. Sorry to disappoint your ego.'

He huffs, letting his eyes roll lazily down your body. Piracy looks good on you, apparently: Really good. Your skin is glowing, a side-effect of long days on deck and there's a strength lingering underneath your stature; one he's not sure he'd like to get on the wrong side of.

Cocking your hip, you lean your wrist against the hilt of your sword. 'You're looking for it, aren't you, One for All.'

It's not a question, he notes. The hair on the back of his neck stands on end, pulling tight at his skin as he tenses the muscle between his shoulders to suppress a shiver. 'So fucking what if I am?'

You smile then. It's nice to know all those days blackmailing Monoma into submission didn't all go to waste. 'You're not the only one.'

Bakugo's eyes grow dark, eyelids slipping to half-mast as he regards you carefully. 'Half of the pirates I know are searching for it.' He licks his teeth. 'So, if that's your information, I'm afraid you might have to offer me something more... Satisfying, to satiate me not sinking your ship.' Letting his eyes slip down your body, he doesn't even attempt to hide the slight tenting in his pants as he shifts his ass on his chair. Unclasping his hands, he pets down his thigh, cupping his cock in his palm through his breeches.

'Midoriya.' You annunciate his name clearly, letting it skip off of your tongue.

Bakugo responds as if you've hit him in the face. He sits up, bolt straight as his hands fall to the arms of his chair, knuckles whitening. 'Deku's dead.'

You shrug. 'Guess you don't need the information I have then.'

Pausing for a moment, you observe his silence before slowly turning on your heel. The wood creaks under your boots, screaming out into the silence as you cross the room.

'Wait.' His voice is forced out from between gritted teeth.

Peering over your shoulder, you smirk. 'Yes?'

'I liked you better when you were desperate to bed me.' He growls.

Offering him only the prettiest of smiles, you turn back to yank at the chair facing him and slip yourself into it. 'And I preferred you behind bars...' Leaning back, you kick one leg over the other. 'Now, about those answer's I wanted.'

'Speak your wishes, Princess.'

'I'll tell you a little...' You run a hand over the leather of your boot admiring how the splatters of blood shine in the low light. 'To wet your appetite and then, I want what I came for.'

Bakugo tries to growl and keep his eyes sharp, but there's no denying the warm swell of pride that lingers just under his breast bone. He inclines his head, asking for you to continue.

'The night you escaped, you thought Midoriya dead, but you were wrong. Had you let me actually check over him, instead of attempting to seduce me to escape, we might have actually avoided all of this.'

'Attempted.' Bakugo licks his teeth. 'I think we both know you were practically dripping onto the stone that night.'

You fix him with a glare. 'That's not the point... Midoriya rolled. The guard convinced him to work for them. He's to find One for All and in return, they won't hang you.'

'They'd have to catch me first.'

Raising an eyebrow, you tilt your head. 'They did: twice.'

The muscle in Bakugo's jaw ticks. 'You're working for them.' Standing, he slams his palms down onto the table. 'You conniving little -

'Luckily for you -.' Ignoring his outburst, you fix him with a glare. 'I have alterer motives.'

He tuts.

'Thanks to Midoriya, I am one of only three people privy to the last whereabouts of All Might and I'm also in possession of the map that leads there.' You tap your nails against your knee, letting your eyes roam over Bakugo's features. The vein in his temple jumps with his pulse, his hands once again whitening and tight on the arms of his chair.

Leaning back, he forces himself to relax. 'And what do you want for this information of yours, assuming that I even believe you.'

You smile. 'I want to know why you abandoned me.'

A bark of a laugh leaves his throat then. 'Oh, you sweet fool. You travelled all this way, got yourself entangled in Gods know what, became a fucking pirate all because I hurt your precious little feelings?'

'Need I remind you that you are sitting where you are, only because of me.' You fix him with a steel glare, but your face tells nothing of the storm swirling in your chest.

'I would have -.'

'You would have rotted in that cell, don't let your ego betray your intelligence.'

Bakugo grits his teeth. 'Why do you care so badly?'

'Why won't you say it?' Swallowing, you press your tongue to your teeth. 'Are you that scared to say you developed even a little affection for me?'

Glowering, Bakugo licks at his teeth sucking air in through them harshly.

'There's talk about you in almost every port, y'know.' You sigh and tilt your head, rolling it onto one shoulder as a coy smile tugs at your lip. 'They talk about you like a bad case of the itch. Say that you think with your cock and don't care what happens afterwords, but they're wrong, aren't they?' Leaning forward, you brace your elbows on the table. 'If you really didn't care, you'd have taken me with you and used me. I had money, a station so to speak, talents you could have used, but you didn't. You left me. Why?'

Sighing, Bakugo hangs his head. 'What do you want me to say, Princess.'

You don't complain at the pet name this time, instead you catch his eye and blink.

'Fuck.' Rolling his shoulders, he sinks in his chair and bites his lip. 'That month we spent together, with you tending me through those damn bars was the longest month of my life... I – I never expected to get attached to you.'

'So it was attachment that caused you to leave me behind, supposedly safe and sound?' You arch an eyebrow, urging him on.

He snorts. 'Something like that...'

'Ah.'

'I'm not going to say I was in love with you.' Tensing his jaw, Bakugo snaps. Having you close again is fraying his nerves and making him itchy. If only he could touch you, he's sure he could calm his nerves.

You swallow. He looks wild, eyes wide and honest despite the lies he is trying to clench behind his teeth. 'I never asked you to.'

'Because I'm not.' He lies.

'Okay.'

'I wouldn't even know how... As you've so kindly pointed out, it's not exactly my forte. I'd have to think with more than just my cock for that, wouldn't I?' He laughs and it's an ugly thing. A burst of noise tossed from his throat as he attempts to keep down the bubbling emotion in his chest, something he's not sure is worth locking away any more.

Licking your lips, you haul in a slow breath and offer him a smile. 'I think I could have loved you, had we had more time.'

He swallows the 'me too' lingering on his lips and instead, decides to steady himself folding his arms across his chest.

Standing, you trail your fingertips across the edge of his desk. 'Thank you...' Each step you take makes Bakugo's chest hollow, his heart threatening to jump clean out of his mouth and confess his sins to you in person. 'For your honesty.' Reaching the edge of the desk, you cock a hip and look down on him. With your knees almost knocking together, it's almost too easy to see the way his breath stutters, his Adam's apple bobbing as you take another step forward.

Bakugo swears the world stops spinning when you lean over, hands gripping the recently vacated arms of his chair. You're so close now he could crane his neck to kiss you, but his pride won't let him, not just yet. He grunts, not trusting himself to speak.

'It's a shame really, I think I would have liked it...' Pressing closer still, you part your thighs until you can slide neatly onto his lap.

He takes hold of your waist instantly. His palms squeeze, fingers digging into the fat at your sides tentatively as he wills his cock to not have a mind of it's own, for once. You're warm, searing into his skin as you lift a hand and playfully walk it up his chest to link with the other behind his neck. 'L – Liked what?'

You rock your hips, pushing deeper into his lap until your legs are forced to fold underneath you. Fixing your eyes on his, you let them slide to his lips before speaking. 'Becoming your whore.'

Bakugo's swallows, his Adam's apple bobbing clear in his throat as he refuses, stubbornly, to drop your gaze. In his breeches, his cock swells. The material itches at his head, causing each twitch to bring with it the dull, rough sting of worn cotton as he tries to will himself back to softness.

Cocking your head, you rake your nails over the back of his undercut while letting the other hand wonder down to the clef of his chest. 'So... What do you say, Captain.'

A shiver straightens Bakugo's spine.

'Want to find out what you've been missing all these years?' Leaning into him, you smile when you feel his breath quicken against your lips. 'Want to see what your whore can do?'

Bakugo lets his hands slip, his rough palms skating over the corset at your waist until he can grip your hips and urge your pelvis flush to his. Possessiveness singes his skin. 'His Whore'. The words sounds sweet, delicate and dangerous as he repeats it in his head. His heart sings, beating uncontrollably as he finally, finally gives in to the surge of need simmering in his stomach. Catching his breath, his summons enough of his runaway charisma to flash you his signature, sharp smirk. 'You sure you can handle it, Princess?'

You counter him quickly, pushing him onto the back foot once more. 'Are you sure you can handle me?.. I'm not the naive girl you left back in that tower.'

There's fire in his veins, an inescapable burning that churns inside of him as your touch leaves sparks in its wake. Your confidence riles him. It makes him want to put you back in your place.

Chuckling softly, you nose at his cheek while pressing your tits to his chest. You grind yourself down on his lap, the soft mound of your cunt pressing in close until you can feel the tell-tale heat of his arousal threatening to soak his breeches.

He hisses, gritting his teeth to trap a moan in his throat. Skating his hands down your back, he moves deliberately slow before slipping broad palms under your ass and squeezing: hard. The moan he receives is criminal and fed straight into his ear, so close that he can feel the shake of your breath on the side of your neck as he hoists you up and closer.

Twice his cock twitches, managing to press the briefest of kisses to your clit through the material of your clothes. It sends shock waves through you, making your thighs tense around his hips. Locked in stasis, caught between sense and desire, you swallow down the rising worry that you might be wrong about Captain Bakugo Katsuki after all. He looks at you with fire in his eyes and a cool snarl painted on his lips making your stomach clench uncomfortably.

'You bitch.' He mumbles, the words soft and longing in the back of his mouth, before bringing your lips together.

The kiss starts sweet. There's a delicacy to the way he moves against you, a lingering something that he refuses to communicate in any other way; but it isn't long before the hunger sets in. Sinking into his touch, you move to lock your arms around his shoulders. Your nails scratch at his hair, tugging rough when he sucks your lower lip into his mouth and bites almost enough to earn blood.

Bakugo reels. He yanks at your skirts, hauling them up and over his knee until his hands can touch against your flesh. It's dizzying. Every noise you make has him ravenous, desperate as he lands a harsh slap against your ass.

You squeal and shift, rolling your hips to grind against him. There's too many layers of clothing, but neither of you are coherent enough to rectify the matter as you continue to consume each other, lost to the feel of him as he pulls away to lay a trail of burning kisses down your neck. 'Katsuki...' His name is stolen from your mouth as a particularly harsh scrape of his teeth scratches across your collarbone.

A growl leaves his throat, vibrating against your skin as the elastic band of his willpower snaps. With one swift movement, he squares his shoulders and leans forward, yanking you up off his lap.

Squealing, you cling to him, but you're barely airborne for a handful of seconds before your ass hits the hard wood of his desk. He occupies the space between your thighs like he belongs there. His hips force your legs wide, encouraging you to bend your knees and pull him impossibly closer to steal another kiss.

Even with his eyes closed, Bakugo makes short work of the laces tying shut your shirt. His fingers dip under the material, not bothering with the edges of your corset as he tears free as much as he can. 'Shit...' Pulling back barely an inch, he lets his eyes drop to your exposed chest. 'Fuck, you're so damn pretty.' Dipping his head, he rakes his teeth across the apex of your tit. 'So, fuckin' beautiful...'

Bakugo's bite brings with it a dull sting, but that is nothing compared to the violent shock of pleasure that rocks through your stomach when he takes one of your nipples into his mouth and sucks. His tongue swirls around the bud, his hand coming up to cup your tit as the attention he pays leaves you panting and gasping for air. Your legs lock around him, forcing his aching cock to press against you and relive the growing pulse of your cunt.

Lifting his gaze, he continues to suckle at your chest while soaking in the soft moans that slip from your mouth. From this vantage point he can see it all. Your chest heaves, throat opening as you release another high whine and let your head fall back on your shoulders. It's exhilarating, controlling your body like this – having the woman who was so high and mighty only a few moments before shaking in his gasp with only a few flicks of his tongue. 'Oh, Princess...' He coos, pressing his chin to the valley of your breast. 'You look good when you're desperate.'

Your head snaps up as soon as his mouth leaves your tit, the sensation of his tongue leaving your legs feel weak and your cunt surly leaking onto the dark cream of his breeches. Licking your lips, you reach for him and feel the dull edges of his teeth when you kiss his smirking mouth.

He's right, you think. Your body is alive, buzzing with everything that is him. Distantly, you mourn the idea that you could have had this all along; could have avoided the countless years at sea, the disgusting port towns and near-death bar fights while you searched for him, but all of your musing dies quickly when you feel his cock twitch against you.

Your fingers make quick work of the buttons of his shirt, almost tearing the material as you yank it away from his torso to finally get your hands on the skin of his chest. He's blushed down to his nipples, a rose-hue coating his skin as he shivers and presses into your touch.

'Seems I'm not the only one.'

He huffs, but doesn't refute you. Instead, he cups both of your breasts and rubs his thumbs absently over your nipples. He kisses you before dropping a hand from your tit and letting it skate down the front of your corset, he reaches your thigh, feeling through your skirts. 'Bet you're already wet enough for me to take you, huh Dripping onto my desk just at the idea of getting this cock.'

Mewling into his mouth as he growls filth into your ears, you barely feel his hands tighten on your waist before he's pulling you off the desk and bending you clean over it.

Bakugo wastes no time in hauling up your skirts and flipping them over your ass, leaving you clearly on show for him. The sight makes him clench his teeth. You're soaked. Your underwear is almost translucent and sticking to your skin, giving your cunt a soft sheen. He licks his lips.

'Are you just going to stare?' You twist to look over your shoulder and cock an eyebrow. Anticipation simmers painfully in your stomach, your skin burning for him as you feel his eyes roam your body. You need him to touch you, need to feel his hands, his mouth, his cock.

He chuffs, rolling his eyes. 'Can't a man enjoy the view?' Carefully, he dips his fingers under the edge of your underwear and pulls it away from your skin enough to see your puffy cunt.

You're about to chastise him again, to remind him that you've already wasted enough time in between the tower, the ocean and now; when the elastic of your underwear is snapped against your clit. You squeal and thrash, the pain blooming until it fades to a wonderfully sharp pleasure. Moaning, you try and fidget away, but all that gets you is another dull slap. 'B – Bakugo!'

'Oh, sorry Princess....' Bakugo licks his thumb before pressing it to your clit to sooth the sting. He rubs it softly, giving you enough pleasure to make you whine, but not enough to settle the burning in your stomach. 'Do you want me to be nicer, is that it?'

'I want you to fuck me.' You spit, summoning the rest of your restraint.

Chuckling, Bakugo smirks before leaning down over you and kisses your cheek. He rubs his cock against the cleft of your ass and revels in the way you arch for him before pulling back. His breeches are at his knees in a moment, his underwear shoved unceremoniously under his balls and his sword belt discarded on the floor as he takes his cock in hand. The skin of his palm is slick in seconds. Pre-cum leaks from his tip, drooling eagerly as he gives himself a cursory stroke.

Refusing to resist, you peak, twisting again to see just what Bakugo had been hiding. His cock is thick, thicker than you've ever seen with pale, pearlescent skin that roses towards it's head. The pubic hair surrounding his base is wild and darker than his hair, trailing up until it grows sparse just below his belly button. Your mouth waters.

Pushing up onto your tip-toes you press your ass backwards and wiggle.

A harsh slap makes Bakugo's palm tingle as he brings his hand down on your ass. 'You still want to be my whore, Princess?'

There's a wickedness in his voice, one that makes your knees shake as you feel the dull edge of his cock press against you. He spreads your ass with a hand, revealing yourself and all your neediness to him.

'Yes. Fuck – yes...'

'As you wish, but I'll warn you now...' He sinks into you without any prep and grits his teeth against the tightness of your cunt. Your body squeezes him, pulsing already around the stretch as he bottoms out. 'I'm not gentle with my whores.'

The first thrust takes your breath. You're full, impossibly so – feeling him clearly in your stomach as he slowly, pulls out and sinks back in. Despite his warning, he gives you a few dull strokes to adjust, his pace slow, but firm as he takes a hold of your hips. It's too much and not enough all at once as your body becomes pliant, lost to the feel of him as you finally come together. Hauling in a breath, you flash him a smile of teeth. 'Ruin me... Captain.'

Your words go straight to his cock, making him twitch inside you. He tightens his grip on your hips, his fingers digging into your flesh as he fucks back into you with a vengeance. Already he's seconds away from losing control, indulging in you enough to meet a premature end, but he's determined to make it last. He's waited long enough after all. 'Don't worry Sweetheart, you'll need carrying back to that ship of yours by the time I'm finished with you.'

His balls hit against your clit with each thrust, sending periodic rushes of pleasure up through your stomach. It's rough, harsh as he treats you like a toy for his end, but your cunt drools betraying your enjoyment.

'Look at you, making a mess, taking me so well...' He grunts, leaning over you to collect your arms and pin them at the small of your back. You arch beautifully, allowing him to hit something delicious inside of you that makes you thrash, but he pays little attention to the moans that trickle from your mouth. Your pleasure is simply a by-product, an accidental consequence of his gruelling punishment. For a moment, he thinks he’s seeing things - a flash of silver contrasted with the skin of your wrist; but then, he’s ripping the sleeve of your shirt and exposing the manacle. ‘Is this what I think it is, Princess?’

You don’t answer, screwing your eyes shut instead.

‘Answer me.’

Another smack against your ass has your eyes rolling back. It's like every nerve in your body is being assaulted. Your cunt grips him, clit twitching with each dull slap of his balls as you're forced to lie still and take him. Words blend into nothingness in your head, every thought slowly replaced by him, until all you can utter is a weak and broken: 'Katsuki.'

'I don't let my whore use my name... It's Captain to you.' He spanks you again just to watch the flesh jiggle. It's hard to deny how incredible you feel, how your body seems to fit his perfectly, how your moans and how his name floats from your tongue has him almost a moment away from losing his mind. Gritting his teeth, he tightens his grip on your wrist and fucks you harder. ‘Now tell me, what’s this pretty little bracelet you’ve got here. Huh?’

'Captain...'

He shouldn't have told you to say it. Fuck. His cock jumps, threatening his end as his title slips off of your tongue. It's exhilarating, hearing you like this, having you with all your wild-cat attitude pinned beneath him and gushing for him. It makes him harder, makes his heart jump and his stomach twist.

'Captain, please...' Tears bead your eyes. You're so close, teetering impossibly close to the edge as he chases his own pleasure while ignoring yours. Still, you can't help the way you body responds. He’s like the worst kind of drug, the one you take knowing it’s going to fuck you up.

Leaning over you, Bakugo releases his grip on your wrists to loop an arm around your neck. Yanking up your head, he grunts into your ear – forcing you to feel just how good your body is making him feel. 'You really do love this, don't you. Love me using you, ha? Love that you're nothing more than a hole for me to get off. No wonder you where begging for me to take you with me. No wonder you kept my little trinket - bet you wore it all this time, ha, Princess? Did you wear it while you fucked yourself? Had other men fuck you and imagine it was me?’ Wrenching your head back, he slips a thumb into your mouth and forces you to drop your jaw. He presses down on your tongue, eyes wide and delirious as he opens his mouth and spits directly onto the muscle. He snarls. ‘Desperate bitch.’

There's a constriction around your throat, one that makes your head swim and your cunt pulse. His arm brackets your shoulders, forcing you still as he pins you with his weight and whispers sin into your ears.

'This is a dream come true for you, ha? Whore.'

That's enough. His voice gravelled and low, laced with the evidence of his pleasure sinks into your ears and causes your entire body to tense. Pleasure bubbles low in your stomach, rising quickly through your body until all you can do is gasp and rock your hips back against him. Your words are garbled, struggling to fit around the fingers he still has wedged in your mouth, but you manage. 'I'm – fuck – Cap – Captain, I'm going to -.'

'That's it. Cum on this cock, Princess.' Bakugo growls, licking a thick stripe up the side of your neck before he bites down, leaving a trail of broken bruises on the soft skin of your neck. He can feel you sucking his fingers, the sensation causing his hackles to rise as his cock throbs at your eagerness.

As soon as he gives you permission, you know you've lost. Your cunt clenches, pulsing around his cock as you cum hard enough for your vision to blur. It makes you feel weightless, your whole body tensing as pleasure washes over you in a series of beautifully drowning waves. Time stands still, everything around you being thrown into pointlessness as your world is wrecked by Bakugo's continued thrusts.

Having you cum on his cock feels like heaven. Kissing up your neck, he releases his hold, slips his fingers from your mouth and stands up gently; rocking his hips as he pushes you closer and closer to overstimulation. Pulling half way out, he pulls open your cheeks, admiring the way your release clings to him easing the slide as he sinks back in. It's mesmerising, watching how your body swallows him, taking everything he has to give despite the fact he knows you're spent. It makes him want you more, makes him want to give you more. Inhaling, he spits again, letting the droplet land square on your hole. ‘Next time…’ He mutters, smoothing a thumb over the puckered flesh of your ass. Testing the stretch, he dips his thumb in until the first knuckle. ‘I’ll fuck you here.’

You gasp. His words causing your body to stir again as your orgasm drags on long enough to make you feel delirious.

‘That’s my girl. Fuck -.’ Bakugo has to focus to stop himself from cumming along with you as your cunt begins to milk him. The tension is perfect, hauling him closer and closer to things he doesn’t want to admit. He’s drunk and at your mercy, despite his cruel words and taunts; right here, now, is the softest he’s felt for years.

Bakugo's hands are on you again as you come down from your high. His cock has gone, the lacking stretch making you feel empty and anxious as he pulls you up and turns you back to face him. Smoothing his thumbs over the apples of your cheeks, he presses only the softest of kisses to your lips before helping you back onto the table. You grip his shoulders, pulling him close. 'Want – want you to finish... Need you – Kat – Katsuki, please.'

'Shh, Princess. Shh. I'll give you what you want, okay. You can have all of it.' This time when he takes up your skirts, he's gentle. Urging the material up your thighs he encourages you back enough to slip between your thighs. His cock presses to your clit, bumping it awkwardly as he shuffles closer.

You jolt and whine, hands still clawing at his shoulders as he takes himself in hand and gives you what you want. This time, the stretch is welcome. He sinks into you slowly and sets a pace that has your ass bouncing on the wood.

'There you are... Good girl, fuck.' Leaning forward, he rests his forehead against yours and prises one of your hands from his shoulders. He entwines your fingers, dropping them to the desk for leverage as he holds you tight, continuing to make the edges of your vision blur. It's soft. Softer than he'd ever wanted to be, but the longer he spends lost in you, the more he realises that there's no escape. He's not sure there ever was.

Whining, you squeeze his hand and lift your eyes to his. Warm rubies stare into your soul, a thousand things he'd never say obvious in the surface of his iris' as he grunts and moans against your mouth. 'Please...' Lifting your legs, you wrap yourself around his waist and pull him impossibly closer.

'Okay, Sweetheart.' He kisses you then, a barley there touching of your lips, before speeding up his thrusts as he uses you to bring him to his own end. Your body responds to him perfectly, tensing and holding him, beckoning him to finish as he grits his teeth and screws shut his eyes.

'Look at me...' You gasp, nosing at his cheek.

He obliges, eyes snapping open as he hurtles towards ecstasy. Looking at you makes it worse. It makes his heart burn as well as his stomach. You're so beautiful, with your clothes half-torn and the evidence of him littering your neck. The light from a near-by window catches each bruise, illuminating them and making each glow in turn.

A dull pang of possessiveness flares in his chest and he feels the tell-tale tightness of his balls pull up, as they prepare to spill. 'I'm – fuck... I'm gonna -.' Pulling back, he tries to slip a hand between your bodies to take hold of his cock; but your legs tighten around him preventing his retreat. He swallows. 'I'm gonna... Fuck, fuck! I can't – Gonna...'

'Inside, please.' You voice sounds wet. Desperation fills your chest. You're not sure when you'll next get the chance to have him, if ever, and the longing drives you to boldness. 'You said you'd give me everything... Said -.'

'Fuck...' Swallowing, he doubles down, sheathing himself completely inside of you. 'Okay, Princess. You – you can have it. Shit.' He knows he shouldn't, knows better than to cum in the women he beds and yet, he finds himself unable to deny you. Somewhere in the deep recesses of his mind, he wonders if he even wants to. It's too easy after all, to comply, to press his cock deep and spill, hot, thick and white.

His cock kicks inside of you, nudging against your walls and making your eyes roll back. You hadn't thought you could feel any more full, but as he continues to cum, you're proven wrong. Letting your head rock back on your shoulders, you settle into the feeling as Bakugo drops his forehead to your collarbone and pants against your throat.

His nose skates against your skin, eliciting goosebumps in his wake as he mumbles soft, half-words into your skin.

You don't let go of his hand, even basking in your afterglow. Instead, you relax into the rhythm of his breath and the slow stroking of your fingers along the bulk of his shoulders. It's nice, peaceful, the closest thing you've had to happiness in the past few years and still, it's over far too soon.

Eventually, Bakugo's nonsense mumbling turns into solid words. They're still spoken into your shoulder, dulled by the echoes of pleasure that still pluck at his nerves, but there's something sad lingering behind them. 'I'm still not going to say that I love you.'

You chuckle at scratch at his scalp, earning yourself an appreciative hum. 'I'm still not going to ask you too.'

'That's the problem...' He kisses the join of your neck. 'I reckon I could'da been, too… If I'd have taken you with me.'

His words make a black hole open up in your chest. A part of you had known it, of course, but hearing it all out loud from the man himself has your skin breaking out in cold hives. Swallowing, you bend forward and press a kiss into his crown.

'S'not good for a pirate – just means you've got more to lose.' He sighs. 'And I didn't... I don't want to lose you, even if it means I can't have you.' Digging his chin into your chest, he flicks his eyes to yours and tries to look unamused, like he hasn't just bared his heart while seated inside you and staring at your tits. 'That good enough for ya?'

You nod, smiling.

'Right.' Stretching to kiss you, he slips out of you and swallows the moan you release. He can feel his own cum dripping down his cock, warm and sticky against his shaft as he reels back enough to slip you underwear back into place. 'We should...'

You relax the muscle in your legs, letting him step back and fiddle with the edge of his own underwear. He tucks himself back in, using a spare rag to clean himself off before he's yanking up his breeches and fastening them once more. He buttons his shirt then, stopping half way to look up at you. 'Here...'

Abandoning the rest of his buttons, he starts fixing your skirts ensuring that the layers fall perfectly once more. He's delicate and diligent when re-lacing your shirt too, his fingers gracing the apex of your chest and the hollow of your throat as he slowly loops each thin stretch of fabric. 'Thank you.'

Bakugo pulls you in by the waist before stealing your breath with a blinding kiss. It says too much and not enough all at once and leaves you reeling, even after he pulls away. He clears his throat, but doesn't drop his hold on you. 'We should go.'

'One more kiss?'

He grants your request, basking in you one last time before he finally, steps back. Readjusting his sword belt, now tied back around his hips, he rakes a hand through his hair and turns to the door. He pauses, bowing low. 'Ladies first.'

'A pirate and a gentleman.' You muse. There's still a sickness clinging to the lining of your stomach, one you ignore in favour of sharing his smile. In the aftermath, with your anger quenched, it’s harder to forget that you came here with a mission. The folded piece of parchment burns in your pocket, making you want to be sick.

A smirk curls his lip as you pass him. 'We both know I'm not a gentleman, Princess.'

Before you can clear the room, the crack of a harsh palm striking your ass has you squealing like a teenager and bolting. You can hear his boots, their dull falls following you as you scamper down the thin corridor and towards the deck.

He catches you before you can reach the light and pins you against the walls, your arms trapped at either side of your shoulders by the wrist as he presses in close. 'What was that about one more kiss?' He chuckles.

You don't give him an answer, instead, you surge forward and let emotion take over you. Safe in the empty corridor, you find yourself thankful that your seconds had evidently abandoned the lower quarters for the air. The kiss he grants you is fleeting, but deep and has you panting again when he finally releases you.

'I don't think I'd ever tire of that.'

'I don't think I'd ever tire of you.'

'Of me, maybe not, but you'd tire of the sea – of chasing things that only matter to men like me.'

'Women can care for treasure too.'

He smiles, sadly. 'Different treasures, Princess. You came here seeking me, while I seek -.'

'You still want the map.' You answer for him, with that cold slice of ice wedged back into your heart. Part of you think he might argue, that he will toss back up his walls and begin spouting more theatrics about piracy and danger, but he doesn't. He lets you go, reluctantly and smooths down the front of your dress.

'That was the deal.'

Opening your mouth to speak, you think better of it and lock your jaw. Disappoint sinks in your stomach, but you're not given a moment to dwell on it. You could explain the dangers, explain how the guard are planning to take his head regardless of Midoriya’s assistance, of how it was you they had sent to lure him into the trap. How the map in your pocket will surely lead to his demise.

Still, you know there’s no point.

He won’t listen.

He’s a pirate, after all.

Bakugo marches down the corridor, unaware of the turmoil in your chest and beckons you follow before kicking open the door and sliping back onto the deck.

'Ah, it's nice to see you getting along.' Bakugo's grin is from ear to ear as he strolls over to where the seconds have removed themselves.

Uraraka stands up, straightening herself from where she had been laying in Mina's lap.

Kirishima doesn't lift his eyes. 'Well, we couldn't exactly stay down here.' He grumbles. 'What with all the damn fucking noise.' The knuckles on his right hand are bloodied, the wrap he's woven around them already stained and dirty, but if he's in any form of discomfort, he doesn't show it.

Bakugo laughs and claps Kirishima, hard, on the back before whispering something in his seconds ear that makes him perk up, if only slightly. Straightening, he turns to you and holds out a hand, palm facing upwards. 'I believe you owe me a map, Princess.'

You try and hide the disappointment lining your features as you bow your head. Turning to Yaomomo, you incline your head.

The gesture catches her off guard, but sends Momo scrambling through the many pouches attached to her belt. It's in the second that she finds what she's looking for, retrieving an old tattered map from within. She holds it out, eyes questioning.

Taking it from her, you don't pause when dropping it into Bakugo's hand.

He snatches it, grin wide and feral as he spins on the balls of his boot addressing the entirety of his ship. 'We have a new heading, lads!'

The crew that had been lazing about the deck are on their feet in an instant. Fists are thrown into the air, shouts loosed from throats and boots stamped against the wood. It's electric, the air fizzes around them as the entire crew becomes energised at their captains words. In a seconds, men who had been hanging from the rigging, or leaning on stray cannons are called to action.

'Captain...' Uraraka steps forward, unsettled by the sudden movement. ‘That map, it’s the wrong -.’

Bakugo turns to face her, eyebrows furrowing when you step in front of him.

'We should return to the ship.' You silence any further protest with a hand. 'It's obvious we've run the course of our relationship here.'

Hauling in a breath, you force a smile to your lips before signalling for your two ship-mates to flank you. It takes all of your strength to cross the deck to the rail where a short board links your ship with Bakugo's, but you manage every step without looking back over your shoulder to see if Bakugo is following.

Part of you hopes he is, hopes that he's already feeling the same ache in his stomach that you are and following on your heels.

Another part of you knows that he’s not.

Taking hold of the rail, you move to hoist yourself up when a feather light weight touch graces your waist.

'Captain...' Bakugo's eyes linger on yours when you turn to face him. His chest clenches, heart hammering in his chest as his gaze drops to your lips. If he was a better man, he'd kiss you, but he's always been a pirate first. Dragging his eyes back to yours, he offers out his hand. ‘On another tide, Princess.'

You huff a laugh and shake your head, but take his hand regardless. 'Your Captain sends her regards.’

He smiles. The faintest hint of blush is visible on his cheeks, high on the bones.

Beside you, Uraraka has already hauled herself up onto the rail; her face bright red as Mina blows a kiss in her direction. She pauses, teetering there until both you and Yaomomo clamber up beside her.

The first step is the hardest. The board wobbles under your feet, but it still feels more secure than the tatters of whatever could lie between you and Bakugo. Each step takes you away from him, leading you back towards the life you'd built while on his tail; except now, it all feels heavier.

Landing on the deck of your own ship, you turn back just in time to watch Uraraka and Tokoyami push the board into the recess of the ocean, separating the two ships. From over the rail, you can still see him – his proud mess of blonde hair obvious against the dark mahoganies of the ship. If you squint, you can swear you see him raise his hand to his mouth and kiss the skin there; but it wouldn't be the first time your heart had convinced your eyes of seeing things in it's rose-coloured light.

'Where too, Captain?' Tokoyami cocks his head, nudging your elbow with a curled finger.

You wipe a tear from your eye, blinking away the mist. What's done is done, you suppose. It's not as if you hadn't expected this... Signed up for it, even. Still, you rest easier knowing that Bakugo’s heading is set far away from what will happen to you when the guard discover your deceit. 'We're to meet back with the fleet.' You bite the inside of your lip. 'They need to know he took the bait.’

-> Masterlist

#bakugo x reader #bakugo smut #bakugo katsuki x reader #bakugo x reader smut #mha smut #saturnsorbits #saturnscribbles

1K notes · View notes

saturnsorbits · 3 months

Text

Delinquency

Fandom: My Hero Academia, Warnings: Angst, Smut, Mention of Gangs, Talk of Babies/Starting a Family, Open Ending, Word Count: 2.8k.

Summary: Once a villain, always a villain: Can Dabi really leave it all behind?

‘I don’t have to put up with this…’ Dabi hauls air in through his nose, teeth clenched so tight it makes his jaw ache.

‘You?’ Somehow your eyes get wider. Your lids peel back, exposing the bloodshot white and shining iris’ that almost pop from your head. ‘Please, enlighten me to what you’re putting up with, Touya. Because it sure as shit wasn’t me lying about still being involved with the fucking league.’

Dabi rolls his eyes.

Bites his lip.

Reminds himself that he loves you. ‘You don't -.’

‘Don’t you fucking dare say I don’t understand.’ There’s a shake in your voice as you try and hold back tears, but you don’t drop his gaze. You'd been ten minutes away from ringing around hospitals and praying that he'd been admitted to A&E rather than the morgue when he'd swaggered back in, knuckles sore and face bruised. ‘You told me after all the shit with your dad, you'd be done with all of that.’

Dabi sighs. ‘I am.’

You snort.

Falling in love with Dabi had meant a lot of things: learning to live with the burnt hand prints on your fridge, adjusting to the looks and hushed judgements when you walked down the street hand in hand and the coming and going of the former members of the League. You’d accepted all of that, fuck, you’d hosted dinners for his old gang, had the famous Shigaraki grace your God damn table, but the one thing you couldn’t accept was his complicity. ‘Your fucking knuckles are bleeding.’

He shakes out his hand, wincing as the ligaments tug at swelled tissue. ‘It was one fight - Tomura just needed some guy putting in his place, I’m not going back - I pr-.’

‘Don’t make promises you have no intention of keeping.’

‘Doll.’ He steps forward, arms opening to hold you, but you’re backing away before he can close the gap.

Choking back a sob, you lick the dryness from your mouth as the panic of the last few hours bubbles under your skin. ‘You’re almost thirty, Touya. We have a house, a fucking mortgage…' You bite your tongue and screw your nose up. 'Oh, my God, I was thinking about asking you for a baby. What, I - I must be stupid. How could I raise a baby like this… When, when it’s father’s off burning people to a fucking crisp just because his old boss asked him to…’

Air sticks in his throat. The word ‘baby’ ricocheting around his head like gunfire. ‘Shig -.’

‘Oh, Shigaraki can look after himself.’ You snap.

‘I…’ He wets his lips. Suddenly, his joints don't ache – the pain is in his chest instead. ‘Are you serious? About - about wanting a baby?’

‘Well not any more.’

He steps back as if slapped.

You run a palm down your face. ‘What if you go to prison? Huh? I get stuck on my own with a brat and a house I can’t pay for? Then, what? All because you couldn’t tell Shigaraki that you don’t want to be involved any more?’ There's tears spilling over your cheeks that you don't even bother wiping away. ‘What the fuck happens if you die, Touya?’

Chest tightening, he can feel his stomach ache. The now ancient scars of staples etched into his skin clenching as memories of Hell fire and bad blood threaten to overload his system. Then, you're laughing and it’s ringing in his ears snapping his attention back to you.

Your panic is fading now, being beaten out and replace with something stronger. Anger broils in your stomach so hot that you’re mad with it, but you’re too far gone to care. ‘Fucks sake, the girls were right - I should have dated Natsuo. You think his girlfriend has to put up with this shit? I bet you money he doesn’t come home wearing someone else’s blood like fucking aftershave.’

Dabi can't get his baring. His head is too full to think as the image of you cradling a child, his child, fills the void between his ears. ‘It was one job.’

‘Until the next one.’

‘I - fuck -.’

You shake your head, letting out a shaky laugh. ‘Don’t. It’s okay. I should have known what I was signing up for… It’s my own fault for thinking I could build a life here.’

‘No - wait. Doll -’ He reaches for you again, but you're already out of reach.

‘No.’ You lift your arms into the air in surrender. ‘It’s okay. I get it. The League is always gonna win.’

‘The League doesn’t exist any more.’

‘Could have fooled me.’

You go to bed alone. The darkness is suffocating, the bed too large without Dabi's frame, but even that is better than the smell of blood and spit. At some point, the shower gurgles to life, forcing out the menacing ricochet of thoughts that cause you to wonder just how long your relationship has left. It leaves you empty, sucked dry of everything, but the heavy thundering of the man you love washing blood from his knuckles next door.

The water is too hot, scorching the delicate seams of his skin. Scar tissue and skin grafts have long since settled, leaving him now with a more cohesive patch-work than the back-ally surgeons and staple guns could ever manage. He runs a hand over the scar covering the back of his wrist. That life seems miles away now.

Or, it would if he didn't go running back whenever Shigaraki called.

Which he did.

There was always a job his quirk was perfect for, or a meeting he didn't trust anyone else to mediate, a delivery that would only be safe if it was in his hands. Whatever it was, Dabi always said yes. Maybe it was because being a villain was all he had ever known? Or, maybe, just maybe, deep down, he enjoyed it... Couldn't take the restlessness of a house in the suburbs, a girlfriend who loved him despite all his flaws and the possibility of more: a baby. The word repeats on him again.

He'd never seen himself as a father. Never had an interest. Didn't want the responsibility of raising a brat, or worrying at every single turn if he was becoming his father. It had never appealed to him. That was... Until you.

Now, the image of you swollen and fat, round with his child made his balls ache. You'd look stunning, with glowing skin and one hand permanently rested on your stomach. He wonders if your tits would swell too. If your nipples, already so delicate and sweet would become more sensitive as your body prepared to offer new life to the world. Would the taste of your cunt change, once he finally allowed you to feel full of him. Something he's used to denying you time and time again. The image of you dripping with him, your fingers messily spooning the thick spend back into yourself as you beg for him to breed you burns itself into the back of his eyelids.

His eyes snap open.

Swearing, he reaches down and grips the base of his cock and watches as it twitches, helplessly in his grasp.

Sleep has barely begun to tug at your eyelids when the shower abruptly shuts off. You wait with baited breath, air locked in your chest as his footfalls creep back into the bedroom. You expect him to leave, to sleep on the sofa like he has done in the past when you have argued, but after a moment, he's moving again, rounding your side of the bed and dropping to his knees, still dripping.

Dabi's throat bobs. 'I told him, I'm done.' He mumbles, offering up his phone that he slides to you, screen up, across the mattress.

You push yourself up onto an elbow and peer at the phone where a text chain glows. To his credit, there's a message there – one swearing off further involvement, but still, your heart aches. Biting the inside of your cheek, you bring your eyes up to meet his. 'I don't -.'

He doesn't let you finish. Instead, he reaches for your hand and squeezes. 'I know... I know you don't have any reason to trust me, but look at me and tell me: does it look like I'm serious?'

The muscle in your jaw flexes. You've always had a good read on him. It's the only reason you've both gotten as far as you have.

'Am I serious?'

You lick your teeth.

'I...' Swallowing, he rubs a thumb over your knuckles. 'I mean it, I... Fuck, I wanna give you a baby so bad.'

'Touya – I can't...'

'I mean it.' He cups your cheek with his other hand. 'Don't just believe me, let me prove it to you.'

Covering his hand with yours, you peer into his eyes: searching. You want to believe him. You do. More than anything. 'Touya...'

'Doll.' Dabi leans in, his nose pressing against your cheek as he breathes hot air over your cheeks. In the millimetre of space between your lips, he whispers. 'Let me... Please.'

You close the distance between you and sink into the taste of him. His hand wraps around the back of your neck immediately, keeping you cradled close to him as he lets himself soak into your touch.

Letting yourself fall, you allow his weight to push you back until you're laying flat on the bed, but he doesn't break the kiss once. There's a desperation in his tongue. A passion had always burnt bright between you, hot and fierce, and yet, right now, his whole being is calm. He cages you in, bracketing your head between two strong elbows as he continues to pour himself into you. His tongue breaches the seam of your lips, licking into your mouth with a fever.

'Touya... Touya, please.' Gasping against his mouth, your hands find his hair and tangle in the strands there. You pull, earning yourself a quiet moan that he feeds into your mouth with another scorching kiss. Already you can feel a molten stone begin to burn in your stomach, with each of his touches your doubts are unpicked, his kiss the salve to your worries as he scatters love against your neck.

'Tell me what you need, Doll. Tell me.' Towel slipping from his hips, Dabi finds himself bare. It's odd. To be the one laid so naked while you're still clad in your sleep clothes. It makes him feel stripped, vulnerable and yet, there isn't a single inch of him that is weary.

Letting your hands slip from his hair, you cradle Dabi's face and force him to look at you. 'You... I need you.'

A smile breaks his features then. It still feels strange, tugging unusually at the edges of his mouth as if pulled by invisible strings. Pressing his hips down, he presses his half-hard cock against your pelvis and licks his teeth when he feels the blood pulse under your skin. 'Yeah? You need me, or do you need him, Doll?'

Squirming, you buck your hips anxious to feel more of him. He's searing hot, yet far too cold through the layers of your sleepwear leaving you anxious. You reach down, dropping his face in order to pull at your shorts, trying and failing to slip them from your legs.

Dabi sits back on his haunches, his hands trailing down your body slowly, but firm.

His palms are rough, calloused against your shoulders as they slip lower and take hold of your chest. For a moment he lingers, appreciating with a squeeze. You're so soft and eager, pressing up into him as he kneads at you.

A broad swipe of his thumbs over your nipples has you arching. The desperation inside of you feels as though it might tear you apart as he takes one between his fingers and rolls it, forcing it to pebble quick in the warm air.

'Shh, I've got you, Doll.' Bowing his head, Dabi lays a broad-thick lick against your neglected nipple while slowly pulling at the other. He'd never much cared for pleasure before you. Never really cared about being good. He fucked out of boredom, out of a stubborn biological need that was burrowed somewhere deep inside of him and yet, now... Now he could do without the orgasm. He'd give you his mouth, his fingers, his cock without anything in return if only it meant he was able to bask in your pleasure, to watch, to give.

It makes him want to laugh sometimes, just how much you've changed him.

How much good you bring to him.

If only he could give you something back...

If he could give you the best of him.

'Fuck, fuck... Touy – Touya.' Scrambling, you draw your nails down his back leaving brilliant red in their wake. He likes it. You know he does. Wearing the marks of how he makes you feel, so you don't bother to lighten your touch as you do it again.

Touya drops his head as a moan rolls up his throat and into your ear. The muscle in his back tenses under your abuse, a stark reminder of just how delicate the line between pain and pleasure so often is. 'Oh, baby...' He purrs.

Letting your knees drop to the side, you allow Dabi to nestle between your thighs - closer to where you so desperately need him.

He can feel it, the heat, almost burning to the touch as he reaches down to swipe two fingers through your folds. Usually, he's the one who runs hot, but right now, you're giving him more than a run for his money. His hand comes away wet and sticky. Strings of your arousal drip down his digits, reaching his knuckles before he raises his hand to his mouth and licks you from his skin.

'Touya...' Your heart is racing, hammering against your ribs as you watch him clean himself of you. 'Touya, don't tease.'

'Oh.' He feigns sympathy, before a cruel smirk twists at his features. 'Did you want a taste too, baby?'

There's no waiting for you respond, no answer or rebuttal. There's just a moan locked deep in your throat and then, his fingers pressing down on your tongue. The taste of you bursts in your mouth, mixed with the dull tang of Dabi's spit.

Dabi hums, but the noise gains gravel as soon as you begin to suck at him. He hisses through his teeth, his thumb digging into your chin as he slowly inches his fingers back of your mouth. He growls, hooking a finger to stroke at the plush of your lips. 'For that, missy, I ain't prepping you.'

'As if that's a punishment.' You grin and lift your hips.

There's a hunger in his eyes now. One that is laced with the millions of things he's scared to admit as his expression flickers to match yours. He cocks an eyebrow and reaches for the towel around his waist. Yanking at it, he tosses it off the end of the bed and sits back on his haunches.

You love this bit. The bit were he makes you watch. Your cunt drools onto the mattress, providing the perfect lube for him to begin stroking himself. He dips into you, collecting as much of your slick as he can before wrapping his soaked fingers around his cock.

The slide is perfect. The wetness from you mixes with his own pre-cum, making each pass with his fist divine. It sends shocks of flame up his spine. Licking at his vertebrae, the pleasure builds, bubbling in-between sinew and cartilage, forcing him to bend. He leans into it, letting his body roll to find more of the pleasure he craves. 'Fuck...' He sighs, taking his bottom lip between his teeth. Pressing his cock to your entrance, he tilts forward and then...

His phone rings.

-> Masterlist

#dabi x reader #dabi smut #dabi x reader smut #mha smut #saturnsorbits #saturnscribbles

265 notes · View notes

saturnsorbits · 11 months

Text

Wingman

Fandom: My Hero Academia, Warnings: Kaminari is an insecure idiot, Breeding, Oral(ish), Light Choking, V. v. v Slight FemDom, Saturnari Coded. Word Count: 7.5k.

Summary: Kaminari has always been the wingman, but with you, he wants to be anything but...

Coming out tonight was a bad idea.

Through some miracle, the whole gang has managed to swing the same night off, a rarity that Kaminari should be enjoying, but even as he watches all his friends cut loose, he can't say he shares in their excitement.

Slouched in the back of a booth, he nurses his fourth drink. It had taken almost twenty minutes to convince everyone to go have fun without him. He'd fed them all the usual excuses – that he was tired, his new shoes where a touch tight, he was too busy scouting for girls and didn't want them hanging around to ruin his vibe. It had been the last one that had sold it, which was ironic. Kaminari shifts to itch the back of his calf with the point of a shoe. He'd be okay here, camped out in the corner with nothing, but a drink and a sinking sense of disappointment.

In the middle of the club, Kirishima has his arms wrapped around Bakugo's neck. His nose is pressed to his cheek, lips barely a millimetre from pale skin as to better whisper low to him. Around them, a steady flow of interceptors try, and fail, to slip between them.

Sero is at the bar. He leans lazily against it, an elbow dug into hardwood at an angle that just lets him hold his drink without dropping it. Already, there's a semi-circle of women around him. They touch him in the absent way one touches something they want to own. He doesn't stop their advances.

Somewhere out there is Mina, too, but she moves too quick to spot. Flitting between groups of people, she dazzles anyone who so much as glances in her direction without pausing to tarry on just one conquest.

Then... There's you.

Kaminari finds his gaze drifting, naturally, until he finds you. He's just keeping an eye on you. Or, at least that's what he's telling himself. He can see Sero looking too, and the occasional glances Bakugo spares you before he's twirled away and forced to break his line of sight. Mina, as well, he's seen it and even though Kirishima thinks he's being subtle, he's not.

He wonders which of them you want. Which you'd let take you home and touch, delicate, against your skin. You could have any of them, that much is for sure, but that doesn't stop the acidic burn that washes his throat when he thinks about his own odds. With friends like his, Kaminari has long since come to terms with always being the last choice.

'Kami!' You slip into the booth ass first and almost, almost, lose an inch of your gin. Righting the glass, you tap your shoulder playfully against his, reveling in the way the muscle of his bicep twitches with the contact.

Kaminari sighs, running a finger around the lip of his glass. At this point, he figures it'll just be less painful to beat you to the punch. 'So go on.' He fixes his smile back into place, erasing the edges of a frown and looks out at the mess of people on the dance floor. 'Who's your type?'

'Huh?'

'Which one?' He pretends to have already suffocated the wisp of hope alight in his chest and forces a chuckle up his throat. He wiggles his eyebrows at you while almost white-knuckling his drink. 'Because Sero'll take you home like yesterday, but he's got metal in his... Y'know, so if that's not your bag you might want to try one of the other two... Maybe, both?' He cocks his head, smirks without the mirth. 'Or, fuck, do you want Mina's number?' His intonation spikes towards the end, curiosity and panic bleeding into his tone.

'I don't want any of them...' You frown and shake your head, moving to lay a hand on his shoulder, but just before your fingers can play against the cuff of his t-shirt, he moves.

'C'mon. You don't have to play coy with me.' Shoulders tensing, he tries to steady the beating of his heart. The small fire in his chest is still kindling, burning hope bright and sure. Best not to let you touch him until it's extinguished then - he'd only be letting himself get the wrong idea. 'I am supposed to be the wingman and all that...'

'Kaminari.' His ignorance is endearing. There's a pinkness on his cheeks that makes you want to kiss them, but you'll have to get to the root of the reason he won't let you get close if you're looking to live out that fantasy.

Unperturbed, Kaminari continues on with each of his words stinging like small splinters wedged under his skin. It's not like he hasn't done this before, helped one of his friends hook up with the object of his desire, but you – you're different. He likes you. 'Personally, I'd say try your luck with Kirishima first if you're not up for handling a bit of a brat, Bakugo can be -.'

'Kaminari -.'

'And Mina! Well, Mina's...'

'Kaminari, I don't want any of them.'

Kaminari tenses. No. Don't do that. He doesn't want you to fan the flames, doesn't think he can take being swallowed alive by that fire tonight. The tone that lifts from his tongue is sharp, cracking like a whip between you. 'I said you don't have to do that -.'

It only makes you smile. 'Denki...' You coo. Then, when he tucks his chin to his chest, you lift it with a finger and force him to look: to see.

'Baby.'

'Huh?'

'I said.' You keep hold of his chin and make him watch your mouth as you speak, enunciating every word as clearly as you can. 'I don't want any of them...'

'Oh...' He nods despite having not digested any of your words. Until... His jaw drops, mouth rounding. 'Oh.'

The tip of his nose has pinkened, glowing soft in the dim lights of the club and his eyes are shining, golden half-moons bright as they flicker subconsciously from your eyes to your lips and then back again.

Cocking your head, you chuckle. 'You can't really expect me to buy that you don't know when you're being hit on?'

'I – Women don't usually...' He trails off as embarrassment coils low in his gut. Once upon a time, he'd fancied himself a ladies man, but by the end of high-school he'd been made aware that promiscuity was simply a dream for him. He'd been the last to lose his virginity and even then, he's pretty sure Camie fucked him out of pity. A familiar swirl of uneasiness whips around his stomach as the ever-present tendrils of insecurity wiggle and twist. 'I mean – Have you seen my friends?'

You snort, refusing to give him an inch. 'Have you seen yourself?'

You laugh and Kaminari thinks he'll never have to listen to music again. 'I don't – I'm not.'

Shaking your head, you press a finger to his lips and smirk. 'Mr. If I hear one more stupid thing fall out of your mouth I'm gonna have to kiss it.'

He chuffs before he's able to stop it, one million dull insults swelling in his chest. He never was good at saying the right thing and people have always been too keen to point it out. 'Gonna be kissing me a lot then.'

'Yeah?' A pleasant warmth spreads through your chest at the thought of stealing multiple of his kisses. It makes your shoulders tight and your stomach feel light.

Kaminari nods. 'They don't call me Dunce Face for -.'

You cut him off with a kiss. Just as you'd promised. It's a soft thing, a barely-there graze of lips, but he reels back from it almost breath-taken. Reaching up, you play with a strand of blond falling from his fringe and wait, patiently for his brain to catch up with the situation. Truth be told, you've had your eye on Kaminari for a while, but when even your blatant flirting at the last squad BBQ hadn't been enough to convince him of your interest, you'd decided to take more divisive measures.

An airy chuckle breaks Kaminari's lips. 'I might have to say stupid stuff more often, because – mmhmph.'

You kiss him again.

'I don't just get kisses when I say something stupid though, do I -.'

And again.

This time, he lets himself sink. He's still not really sure what's going on. Maybe one of the others put you up to this, to make this night one to remember – but, as your mouth migrates from his lips to the corner of his mouth, his cheek, and neck, he struggles to dwell on whatever scheme has lead to him being here. A dull pressure slips easily up his thigh, skating over the ripped denim of his jeans until he can feel your fingers curl at the join of his thigh. Spit sticks in his throat, his hands instinctively reaching out to touch, to curl around your arm and hip. 'I -.' He reels back with a heaving chest. The words tumbling from his mouth before he can catch them. 'I can't – don't – I don't want...'

You flinch back as if burnt.

The absence of your body crowding against his makes his entire chest feel cold, but he pushes on, tripping over his thoughts as he goes. 'I – fuck – Okay. So I think, I think you're... I think you're so fucking pretty, like wow, like holy shit you're – you're incredible, okay, but I don't... I can't, if you...' He looks down, then back up at where Sero is standing at the bar.

The other man looks at him, cocks an eyebrow and smirks, just enough to still seem nonchalant.

'If you're looking for a one night stand or something, then – then you're better off taking Sero home.' Squeezing an eye shut, he braces for impact – ignoring the pain that flares in his chest when he thinks of you slipping back out of the booth. He's gotten a taste now. He's not sure how he's supposed to ever forget about that.

'Kaminari, you fucking moron.' You blink and shake your head, ignoring the flittering anger that bubbles steady in your chest.

'Huh?' Cocking his head, Kaminari is almost wounded by the idea that – should he not feel as though he's just stumbled into something remarkably more serious – he'd be getting a kiss for whatever idiocy has just fallen out of his mouth.

You shove him. 'Who said I was just trying to fuck you – you -.'

'But -.'

'Do I really need to say it out loud? Do you want me to write it down? Text it to you?'

Kaminari feels something close to panic flood his veins as he watches disbelief wash clean over your features. 'I don't – When...'

'I could not have been any more obvious. I was practically falling over you at the barbecue. Kirishima's mums wouldn't stop saying how much of a cute couple we where...' Shaking your head, you widen your eyes and shout even louder over the music. '… You went along with it! I asked you to be my date to Bakugo's fucking award show last fucking week... I thought you -' A dizziness plants itself at the base of your skull. Honestly, you'd thought you'd been playing the long game. Convincing him of his worthiness, of your interest, but now... Now you're starting to think all of that energy might have gone to waste.

Kaminari blinks. 'You weren't just...' He swallows as something squirms in his stomach. It wouldn't have been the first time he'd misunderstood someone's intentions. Fuck, his and Momo's entire friendship is built off of the fact that he thought she'd been flirting with him and not just adopting him as some kind of awkward best-friend, who she could gossip with and put make-up on when she got bored. That had been one Hell of an awkward conversation. He can still remember how sweet she'd been when he'd slipped a hand onto her knee, how she'd cooed at him and apologised for giving him the wrong impression. It had been humiliating. Even if he did manage to swing a pretty amazing friend out of it.

'Just what?'

'Just being nice.'

You shake your head, still somewhat perplexed. 'No, Denki, I'm not just being nice. You ever see me pull that shit with anyone else?'

It feels as though someone has just doused gasoline onto the fire in his chest. Hope wraps itself around his lungs and squeezes until he has no other option other than to haul in a shallow breath. 'No.'

Huffing, you chew on your lip and fix him with a stare, eyebrows raising on your forehead. 'Exactly, and if I have my way, I'll be one Hell of a lot nicer.'

With his tongue stuck to the basin of his mouth, Kaminari summons the strength to mutter a soft: 'Really?' Already his body has broken out in a chill. Anticipation uses his spine as a ladder, causing the muscle of his back to tense and straighten his posture.

'Mmmhmm.' Leaning forward, you plant your elbows on the table and push your tits together. You don't miss how his Adam's apple bobs, or the way he finds himself unable to drag his eyes back up from your cleavage. 'So... You gonna let me be nicer to you, Kaminari?'

'It's – it's a bit of a mess, I – uh...'

You barely allow Kaminari to shut the door before you have him pressed against it. Your hands reach out to cup his face, fingers touching soft as they curl around the back of his neck and thread softly into the hair at the base of his skull. 'I don't care that you haven't cleaned up, Denki.'

He chuckles, disbelief and excitement mixing together in the basin of his throat as he his hands ball to fists at his sides. Static fills his joints. There's so much energy bubbling up inside of him that he doesn't quite know what to do with it. It zips through him, paralysing and energising in equal measure as he loses himself to your touch.

'I...' Swallowing, he leans forward until his forehead touches against yours. It grounds him, combines with the dull scratching of your nails on his scalp and lets him breathe. 'I really – Fuck, I can't believe this is happening.'

You laugh, eyes fluttering shut for a second as you bask in his gaze. You're not sure if he knows he's doing it, but Kaminari looks at you like you're the most beautiful thing in the world. Large, luminescent irises highlight his adoration, spotlighting every inch of you as his eyes flicker from yours, to your lips, to the dip of your collarbones. 'Yeah...' You huff. 'Well best start believing.'

It's a messy stumble to his bedroom, a mix of uncoordinated limbs and hot, open-mouthed kisses. His hands are everywhere and greedy, grabbing at anything he can: the small of your back, your waist, your ass.

'Oh, shit...' He mumbles against your lips, already drunk and pulls back just enough to catch your eye. 'Is that...' Licking his lips he raises a hand to his own mouth and tests the stickiness there. 'Is that strawberry?'

Nodding, you subconsciously let your tongue dart out to taste. The gloss is barely tacky, almost gone from Denki's assault. Instead, you can see it on his lips – the faint shimmering of pale pink that glitters in the low light. If you kissed him again now, you're sure you'd be able to taste it too.

'It's nice.' He chuckles, Adam's apple bobbing in his throat.

Humming, you wrap a palm around the back of his neck and pull him in close, feeling his breath on your cheeks. 'Yeah?' It feels juvenile, getting butterflies over the evidence of your kiss, but there's no denying the pins and needles that perforate the insides of your lungs.

'Yeah....' There's a smile tugging at his lip. The steadily darkening of his cheeks suits him, makes the cool gold in his eyes stand out, alive and clear, against the burning plain of his features. What starts out as a small fire ignited on the high of his cheek bones is soon scorched earth across much of his nose, reaching to the peak of his chin. The joy makes him look boyish. Distractingly handsome as he erupts into another foray of half-digested laughter.

Leaning in, you press a kiss to the corner of his mouth and taste strawberries. It mixes with something harsher, the spirit he had been so easily tipping down his throat back in the club; but underneath the tart and fruit mixture all you can taste is undeniably: him.

It's a stray trainer and the edge of Denki's oddly coloured purple mattress that is your eventual undoing. You'd been too lost in each other to notice that the slow push of small steps backwards had run it's course, leaving little room for anything other than a fall.

You go down hard.

Denki hits the mattress first, his back concave, arms stretching up to pull you close before you'd even managed to feel the bite of the connection. He reaches up, brushing his fingers across your cheeks as if to check for injuries he knows you don't have.

'Isn't this the part where you ask me if it hurt when I fell?' You have to purse your lips to stop yourself from laughing, but it doesn't work.

The noise is infectious, making him break out too. 'I don't know about you, but it fucking hurt me.'

Kissing his nose, you carefully spread your legs to bracket his hips and push up, until you can hover over him with your hands denting the mattress at either side of his head. 'Always knew you'd fall for me, eventually.'

He rolls his eyes, but blushes deeper. Cupping your chin, he rubs a thumb across your jaw. 'I never thought you'd fall too, though.'

'Less of that.' Sitting up, you playfully slap at his shoulder before letting your hands skate down the sides of his arms. When you reach his wrists, you take hold of him and list, encouraging his palms to find a place on your thighs. Shivering at his touch, you swallow a smile.

'Touch me.'

As soon as the hold on his wrists loosens, his hands start to shake. Left to his own devices he finds himself torn, eyes eating away greedily at your body as he decides just where to lay his hands first. 'Can I...' His voice shakes, nerves soaking into the back of his tongue as he hooks a finger around the top of your dress. 'Can I take this off?'

Rolling your shoulders, you nod. You can feel the flex of his stomach muscles underneath you as he curls himself into a half-crunch to reach you. His hands skate across your shoulders, fingers catching on the thin material of the straps as he gently, slowly, encourages them down your arms.

There's something caught in his throat as he watches the material slide. It slinks down your skin, stretching around the width of your shoulders before coming back together when you pinch your elbows in towards your core.

You let the material bunch around your waist, exposing your chest to the air as you perch In his lap. Already, the cold has your nipples pebbling, rising to the air as the faint buzz of arousal continues to make a mockery of your nervous system.

'Sh – Shit.' He breathes. His hands twitch into the air automatically, rising to hover over the ruched material of your dress. There's a desperation in his fingertips, a burning itch that has his ligaments twitching as he attempts to commit every inch of your body to memory.

'Hey...' Huffing air out of your nose, you press your palms to his. His fingers slot between yours easily, allowing you to squeeze tightly once before retracting your touch. Tensing your fingers, you don't have to encourage him much before he's taking a firm hold of your chest and smoothing his thumbs across the apex of your tits.

A shaky breath bullies it's way from Kaminari's mouth, the dull click of his throat audible as he swallows down the groan vibrating through his chest. 'You're... Why're you, so – so soft?..'

You chuckle, the noise bouncing your chest in his hands as he continues to slowly explore your skin. 'I moisturise.'

At that, a laugh breaks through the lull. It's full bodied and high, a giggle born from pure amusement that makes the apples of his cheeks glow. 'Yeah?'

'Yeah...' You repeat and take his hands once more, encouraging him to take a rougher grip of you. ''m soft here.' Pressing his palms up, you let your chest spill into his hands, but before he can even think about taking a hold of you, you're moving him on. '...And here.'

Next, you skate his hands down your sides making him feel the swell of your curves as your waist gives way to the shape of your hips. 'But...' Biting your lip, you hook your thumbs below his palms and lift, forcing him to venture across the bunched material of your dress until you can nestle one of his hands against your thigh and the other, square over the mound of your cunt. 'I think I'm the softest here.'

Denki moans. Even through the sheer lace of your underwear he can feel how wet you are. It warms the pad of his thumb, making his skin tingle as he presses just so against the raw bud of your clit.

You jolt, even the gentle touch of his thumb making your cunt clench with anticipation. Humming under your breath, you let go of his hand to tug at the collar of his shirt. 'Off... C'mon, it's not fair.' You're whining now, hips moving in the smallest circles you can manage against his stationary pressure.

'Hmm?' Mesmerised by your sudden neediness, he has to shake his head to bring his brain back online for long enough to process your request; but as soon as he does, he's sitting up and almost unseating you in his haste to get rid of his shirt. He yanks at the back of the material, hoisting it over his head and tossing it as far as he can manage. Curling his spine, he blinks up at you with hazy golden eyes and offers you an expectant smile. It twitches the corner of his mouth, pulling his lips into an expression that almost shows his teeth.

'That better?'

You nod and lift your hands to his shoulders. His skin, now bare, is warm under your palms. The lean muscle tangled over his bones is firm and yet, soft; moving delicately under your touch with each of his unsteady inhales. Your eyes eat at him greedily, at the surprising broadness of his shoulders, the cleft of his chest and the neat rolls of his stomach as he bends.

Shifting, he feels chews on the edge of his lip. 'W- What?'

'Nothing...' You smile, pulling your eyes back up to his. 'Just looking at you.'

'Why?'

Lifting a hand, you smooth your knuckles down his cheek. 'Because you're pretty...'

He blushes. Bright red blooms on the tips of his cheek bones and runs like a river down his face until almost his entire chest is flushed.

'… And,' you smirk. 'I think you're going to look even prettier when you're inside me.'

A strangled whimper leaves his throat. It catches behind his Adam's apple, clicking audibly in the new dull silence of the room. His hands lift, fingers digging crescents into the fat of your thighs as he tries to stop his hips from rutting up and into the softness of your cunt.

'You like the idea of that?' Using your thumb, you pull down his lip, exposing gum. 'Like the idea of being inside of me. You wanna fill me up, huh?'

He nods.

'Words.'

'Y – Yeah. Fuck, yeah... Wanna, wanna fuck you.' His grip tightens, eyes unable to be torn away from yours. Grinding down, he shifts his ass further into the mattress, trying and failing to slink away from your heat.

'Good boy.' You kiss him softly, letting him whine into your mouth, but before he can lurch forward and deepen the kiss, you're pulling back and shimmying off of his lap.

For a moment, he attempts to move with you. His head follows, lips still pursed and searching even as you almost clear his knees, but all too soon there's the obvious indents of your fingers in his chest stopping him.

Your hands fiddle with the button of his jeans, making quick work until you're able to slip your hands under the waistband. 'Lift your hips.'

He does, complying easily as you rid him of the offending material. Resting himself on his elbows, he watches as you drop the clothing off the end of the bed and lean back just enough to snake your way out of your dress. He licks his lips. Your body twists, exposing the rough curves of your hips as you shimmy to reposition yourself on the bed. The plush fat of your breast swaying, nipples flat in a way that makes him want to taste them, to feel them plump on his tongue.

Holding onto the small amount of cognition that he still possesses, he uses it to drink in the sight of you perching over his hips.

Lowering yourself onto your elbows at either side of pelvis, you feel your skin prickle under his gaze. Burning suns threaten to scorch your skin as he devours you, eyes everywhere, committing even your most unattractive details to memory. It makes you feel exposed, vulnerable and powerful, having him so captivated without even a touch. Shivering against his gaze, you dip your head and, while keeping your eyes on his, lick a long, thick stripe across the hardness straining against his boxers.

It's like he's just been shocked. Two million vaults course up through his legs with a violence that makes his eyes roll. His cock twitches, jumping against your touch even as you pull away. 'Not... Fuck, that's not fair.'

'No?' You cock your head and purse your lips, pressing the softest of kisses to his covered head.

'No: fuck.' Stretching out his shoulders, he tries to loosen the tension quickly building in his stomach. The last thing he wants is to paint the insides of his boxers and become the latest laughing stock of your friends. Clamping shut his eyes, he breathes deep, but his breathe is stolen again too soon when he feels your tongue press hard against his cock again. Reaching down, he catches hold of the front of your throat.

'That's not going to make me stop, baby.' You laugh, lowering your head again and pushing your throat against his palm. 'If anything, it's going to make me tease you more.'

The rough pads of his fingers dig in for a moment, half-crescents threatening to mark your throat as he tests his grip before releasing you. Rocking his head back onto the pillow, he feels the elastic of his boxers pull from his hips and slip until it's nestled below his balls.

As soon as it's released from its confines, Denki's cock snaps back against his stomach. It's a pretty thing. Slight in it's length, with a girth that is comfortable enough to sit perfectly in your palm and a soft rose to the skin; just looking at him makes you want to swallow him down. His head is darker, a deep red where it peaks from underneath his foreskin and weeps pearled white over his shaft where it races its way to the thick copse of dirty blonde hair that gathers around the base. Wrapping your lips around the tip, you suck ever so softly.

Denki whimpers. Reaching up, he presses the heels of his hands into his eyes, trying to stem the onslaught of stimulus threatening to reduce him to a premature end. His breath stutters in his chest, caught somewhere underneath his diaphragm as he feels your tongue slip over his head and inch beneath the stretch of his foreskin.

Moaning, you bob slowly on his cock swallowing barely an inch before he's pushing his ass into the mattress and trying to scramble away.

'Shit. Hang on, hang on...' Hand shooting down, he grips the base of his cock with an almost bruising pressure while still wriggling backwards. 'Don't wanna... I don't -.' His breath comes out in pants, his chest caving in with each shaky inhale as he prays for his body not to betray him.

'Are you okay?' Wiping your lip, you sit up and cock your head. You're about to reach for him voice dripping with concern when he peaks open an eye to stare at you.

A dull laugh skips from his tongue when he takes in the confusion lacing your features, allowing him enough air to splutter out a broken: 'Was... Fuck, wasn't going to last.'

'I barely touched you -.'

'Guess I just find you that hot, huh?' With his pulse steadying, he chances a steady stroke of his cock gathering both pre-cum and spit in the twist of his fist. 'You, you have no idea what you do to me, do you?'

Settling back over his hips, you reach for the hand not wrapped around his cock and interlace your fingers before guiding him to your hip. It takes a simple hook of your finger before the heat of your cunt is exposed, underwear unceremoniously tugged aside to allow you to reposition Denki's hand beneath you. 'You have no idea, either.'

The first grind of your cunt across his knuckles has him sucking in breath. Each bone catches against your clit, coating him in your arousal as soft moans begin to leak from your mouth. It makes his stomach twist, his cock twitching in his hand as he feels your need grow large enough to match his own. 'I – I think I'm getting one.'

'Yeah?'

'Yeah.' He swallows. The edges of his vision swim, growing blurry as he struggles to comprehend you grinding on his hand and soaking his lap. Even with the tension still around the base of his cock, he can feel it twitch in his hand, desperate to feel the sweet recess of your cunt. 'I'm... Fuck, I'm not gonna...'

You cock your head, a smile playing at your lip as he trips over his words. 'C'mon, use your words.'

Groaning, he rocks his head back on his shoulders before fixing you with a needy gaze. He speaks quickly, with barely a breath between words as if there isn't even enough time for him to finish his sentence. 'If... Fuck, if you're serious about wanting to sit on my cock, you're going to have to do it soon because just looking at you has me nearly -.'

You cut him off with a kiss. It's immediately deep, needy in its pace and leaves both of you panting when you finally pull away. Resting your nose against his, you whisper into the slither of space between you. 'You want me to fuck you, baby?'

He nods.

'Words.'

'Fuck, yeah. Yeah. I want you – shit, want you so bad.' Twisting his palm, he uses his thumb to gently tap at the hood of your clit. With each subtle moan he earns from your chest, his taps become longer, harsher, causing you to bite your lip and grind down onto him.

Nodding, you cover his hand with yours to inch him away. A smile twitches at the corner of your mouth as he whimpers, chest hollowing at the idea of being parted from you for even a moment.

Leaning forward, you press a soft kiss to the tip of his nose before reaching between your own thighs and taking hold of his cock.

He releases himself as soon as he feels your fingers close around his shaft. His cock pulses, twitching into your hold as you give him a single cursory stroke, spreading the pre-cum leaking down over his skin from tip to root. Flicking your eyes back up to his, you feel the dull thrum of arousal beating in your cunt as you watch his lips drop open even with the little friction you've allowed him. 'Look at you... You're almost as wet as me.'

A blush blooms high on his cheeks, his eyes blowing almost black; turning his eyes into a solar eclipse. His mouth moves, but the words stick in his throat – leaving nothing but a moan able to escape as he nods in agreement.

Wiggling your hips, you shift back and line him up. You're dripping, skin shining with slick as you slowly, slowly, lower yourself down onto his cock.

Immediately, his hands clamp solid around your waist. His eyes roll back, eyelids fluttering as he huffs. You feel divine, hot and wet and squeezing him so tightly that it's hard for him to focus. The edges of his vision blur, his head swimming even though you've barely taken an inch of him. 'Shit, shit... Fuck -.'

'You feel so good.' You finish his sentence for him. His cock forces you to stretch around him, opening you up as you continue to sink down onto him. It's a mild presence, but one that manages to press up on every single nerve inside of you making you want to cry out. Your thighs shake, hands reaching forward to splay over his chest to steady yourself as you finally bottom him out. The nest of blond pubic hair at his base tickles against your clit, causing you to gasp and roll your hips, searching for more.

'I -.' Trying to pull his head from the pillow, Denki stares through the haze of his eyes. 'I'm not gonna last.' His grip tightens on your waist, a new desperation crawling into his voice as he almost whispers... 'Wanna – fuck, wanna make you feel good though.'

'Yeah?' Lifting yourself, you sink back down onto him with ease and shiver against the flare of pleasure that twists your stomach up into knots.

'Please...' Denki's throat is raw, tightening around his plea.

Desperation fills his chest as he watches the point at which you're joined. His eyes fixate on it. On where your body stretches for him, cunt open and drooling as you take him with ease; the flushed bud of your clit twitching each time you manage to impale yourself just right. 'Please...' He tries again, voice still warbling. 'Please, cum on my cock. Please – I wanna, wanna see, wanna feel – please...'

You chuckle, lifting one of your hands from his wrists to stroke your knuckles down his cheek. 'Look at you, begging so pretty...'

'Please -.'

Nodding, you straighten up and roll your shoulders back. For a moment you stay still, letting the taught pleasure simmer inside you until it settles. Your cunt has slicked his skin, making the soft rose flesh shine in the low light of his bedroom. The sight does something funny to your stomach, making it twist and bubble. Clenching your hands, you beckon him to hold you.

There's something impossibly grounding about the way you lace your fingers with his. His palms face upwards, providing a platform for you to press against and he's forced to tense his biceps as you use him as leverage to bounce. 'Oh, shit.' Pleasure flares through his body like wild-fire, making him cling to your hands and his clamp shut his eyes.

'Look at me.' Your voice is soft, although, if he were to listen close, he'd be able to hear a similar desperation to the one that infests his own. 'D-Denki, look at me.'

He obeys immediately. His gaze is hazy. His focus shattered as he looks from your eyes, to your lips, to where your cunt swallows him and back again.

'Want you to watch.' You whisper, causing his eyes to widen.

Nodding, he lifts his hips, fucking up into you just enough to have you teetering on the edge of bliss. He can feel it, how close you are. It's in the tightness, in the way your cunt squeezes him and pulses. You look like a vision, your skin flushed, with sweat beginning to dew along the line of your collarbones and your eyebrows drawn up making your features stretch with pleasure. His heart stutters in his chest, betraying the swirling emotions that threaten to make this mean a whole lot more than just sex.

''m close.' You stutter over your words, so close to your own end that you can almost taste it, but it isn't until you see the soft mouthing of Kaminari's continued begging that you finally feel yourself hit free-fall. His eyes are glued to yours, making you feel observed and worshipped all at once as the entirety of your body lights up like a sparkler.

Kaminari has seen a lot of great things in his middling twenty-seven years on this planet, but watching you come undone on top of him drops itself clear at the top. Ignoring his own nearing end, he attempts to commit every inch of you to memory as he feels you tumble over the end, once and for all.

Your orgasm hits you like a train. Your cunt pulses, thighs and stomach tensing violently as each wave of pleasure threatens to black out your vision. With each ebb, another dull thrust of Kaminari's cock brings back that same crashing pleasure. You're not sure if you cry out, not sure if you call his name – your ears are full of static, your eyes clouded as you remain air born into bliss.

'Did -.' Swallowing around the spit pooled in his mouth, Kaminari still can't pull his eyes away from you. 'Did I do good? Did I?'

Coming back to your body feels strange. There's a lightness in your bones and a burn in your muscles that screams satisfaction, but that still doesn't stop the fire churning in your stomach once your eyes clear enough to see him. He's close to tears, flushed and needy with his hips still grinding up unable to stop as your cunt continues to milk him. Biting into your lip, you reduce yourself to your elbows beside his head and press your chest to his. 'Cum for me... Want you to use me.'

There's no need to tell him twice. Electricity flashes in his eyes as he lifts himself enough to plant his feet square on the mattress and begin fucking up into you. It's desperate, the pace he sets, as is the series of moans that leak from his mouth as he loses himself to the feel of your cunt. 'Feels, fuck – fuck.'

'That's it, baby.' You coo, pressing an uncoordinated kiss just south of his mouth. Overstimulation bites at your insides making your stomach tense as his cock continues to press square over your G-spot, but there's no mistaking the hum of pleasure it continues to force through your body.

It takes barely a handful of stuttering thrusts before there's a gasping 'Where... Fuck, tell me where now Princess, or I'm gonna -.'

'Inside.' You moan, the idea alone making your mind reel. 'Please, fuck. Cum inside me, please.'

'Yeah...' He nods, huffing. 'Yeah, shit, okay.' His hands find their way down to the small of your back when he cums. His palms spread there, pressing down to ensure he's as deep as possible when he finally begins to fill you. Thick and white, he spills inside you, his cock pulsing as he quakes through the last of his orgasm.

Lifting your head, you blink at him as he slowly comes back to himself. There's a warmth floating in your stomach and a subtle ache in your muscles that you're sure will only feel better in the morning, but that matters a lot less when you lock eyes with him again.

He blinks, disbelief and joy mixing on his features as he mumbles: 'You let me cum inside you.'

'I did.'

'You -.'

'Yeah.'

'Holy shit.'

'You liked it?'

'No-one has never, no-one has...'

You hum and lean in to press only the softest of kisses to his cheek. ''m glad I did. You did so well...' Sitting up, you let your hands roam over your stomach and the fat that lives there. 'Filled me so good.'

Many things flicker through his mind then, none of them savoury. The way you're sat, straight with a subtle curve to your spine, makes your stomach stick out slightly. So much so, that if he where to squint and let his mind wander, he could almost believe that you were... Kaminari's cock twitches.

'Are you getting hard again?' You cock an eyebrow.

He swallows. 'Maybe?'

'Because of?..'

This time, he has the decency to blush, but he doesn't dare lie. He nods, biting down on his lower lip. 'I think I just discovered a new kink?'

'Hmm.' Purring, you rock your hips against him and feel his cock give another valiant twitch. 'Maybe you should breed me again, just to make sure it took, then?'

Kaminari short circuits. His eyes shimmer in the dark, his heart threatening to beat out of his chest as he tries to calm himself. Somewhere in the back of his mind, he wonders just what the Hell he did to ever catch your eye.

'Would you like that?'

Sitting up, he wraps his arms around you before twisting and tossing you back to the mattress. He looms over you, an elbow beside your shoulder as his other hand travels down your body and graces the mound of your cunt to play with your clit. Lingering there for a moment, he slips lower and collects the spend that has leaked from you with his fingers before gently pushing it back inside you. 'Yeah...'

Curling his fingers, he makes you arc off the bed as he rubs at your G-spot. 'I'd like that a lot.'

Denki rubs the sleep from his eyes and yawns. There's a pleasant ache in his limbs when he stretches his arms above his head, his toes pointing underneath the duvet as he rocks his head back on his pillow.

His movement jostles you, causing you to open your eyes and squint against his smile.

'You're still here.' He beams.

You respond as if it's obvious, as if there wasn't any remote possibility of you leaving in the middle of the night. 'I am.' Wriggling closer to him, you ignore the dampness still lingering between your thighs from an entire night spent together and lift your leg over his knee.

It still feels surreal as he wraps an arm around your shoulders and uses his thumb to stroke at the skin there, carving unknowable shapes into your muscle. He's longed for this, for you, for longer than he can remember and yet, if he had only seen past his own insecurity... Who knows how long he could have indulged in your body for? How long he could have made you moan and made you breakfast and seen what you looked like at seven in the morning when the sun was in your eyes?

'So, do you believe me now?' You blink at him and smile, resting your head against the turn of his collarbone.

'What?'

Running a finger down the cleft of his chest, you tap out a tune against his sternum. 'That I only want you, silly.'

There's no evidence of yesterday's former ignorance lingering on his features when he stares back at you, only the something close to happiness and the faint shimmer of mischief. 'Eh...' Taking your hand from his chest, he lifts it to his mouth and presses a series of kisses across your knuckles.

The gesture makes you giggle, but before you can lose yourself to his sweetness, he's twisting your hand and pressing your palm to his skin once more. You let him guide you, letting him encourage you down over his chest and past his stomach. You let him push onward, even when you already know exactly where he's heading.

'I think I might need more evidence.' He mumbles as your fingers slip through his pubic hair and make his skin tingle. Already his cock his half hard and swelling fast, just at the mere thought of your hand wrapping around it.

'Yeah, you think so, huh?' Biting your lip, you wait until the breath catches in the back of his throat to stop his onward march.

He swallows.

Sitting up on an elbow, you tilt your head and press a kiss to his mouth, before whispering against his lips. 'Then, maybe my mouth will be better at convincing you...'

-> Masterlist

#Kaminari x Reader #Kaminari Denki x Reader #MHA x Reader #BNHA x Reader #My Hero Academia #saturnscribbles #saturnsorbits

891 notes · View notes

saturnsorbits · 11 months

Text

Watch This

Fandom: My Hero Academia, Warnings: Masturbation, Use of Fleshlights, Ass Play, Light Bondage, Very light FemDom. Word Count: 0.9k.

Summary: Sometimes Bakugo just likes to watch.

Shifting, Bakugo swallows.

His legs are splayed out before him, his spine curled into an awkward 'C' as he strains to see you. The cuffs wrapping his wrists keep him secured, pinned down to the headboard preventing him from so much as sitting up to kiss you.

'Oh, baby.' You cock your head and smile, sweet with condescension. 'Look at you.'

Bakugo's throat bobs.

His cock too.

The pale skin covering his shaft looks delicate through the thick plastic of the flesh-light you've slipped over him. The tip is flushed, rose and raw, peaking from it's foreskin as it twitches – sending shivers through the muscle of his thighs. There's a tension in his stomach, one that grows tighter with each minute that passes; the pressure wrapping his cock too much and not enough all at once. He jolts forward, searching for something more, but all his wiggling does is cause the large metal plug seated deep in his ass to press solidly against his prostate, illiciting a shudder and encouraging a whine to leap from his tongue.

He's close.

Too close.

But, he knows he can't cum yet.

You haven't given him permission.

'Nah. Ah. Ah.' You settle on the bed, legs looped over his, your cunt barely a foot from his cock. Leaning back, you arc your spine, pushing your tits up into the air and giggle as Bakugo's eyes grow hungrier still. 'You don't wanna ruin the show, do you, Sweetheart?'

Air catches in his throat. A desperate moan building in his chest as he watches you pluck a dildo from the floor beside the bed.

He recognises it instantly. It's a model of his own cock, a perfect match in every way, from a knock off Hero sex toy line he'd been ashamed of: Until now, that is.

'You're gonna watch me fuck myself on this cheap imitation and you're not going to cum until I say you can. Okay, Princess?' You blink, sweet eyes shining soft under the gentle glow of the beside lamp. The light licks at your skin, casting deep shadows onto the plain of your chest and the curves of your hips making you look as close to a living Grecian statue as possible.

He nods, violently, neck creaking as he purposely grinds down against the plug pushing him quickly into dangerous territory. His cock leaks, pre-cum pouring down his skin and lubing the inside of the flesh-light as he tries, and fails, to fuck up into it. Without a hand wrapping the plastic sheath, friction is impossible to attain, leaving his hips twitching with no gain.

'And, if you cum without permission...' Leaning back on an arm, you rub the tip of the dildo against your folds, collecting slick before raising it to your mouth and licking our arousal from the shaft. 'I'm going to leave you tied up here and make you watch as I use this to cum again, and again, and again – all while you watch.'

Tapping the head against your clit you gasp at the connection.

A dull moan wriggles it's way up Bakugo's throat, transforming into a growl as it hits his gritted teeth.

You don't wait for him to finish his whining before pushing the dildo inside. The stretch is immediate and burns, sending your head back on your shoulders as a gasp leaves your chest. 'Shit... You're so fucking deep...'

His head reels as he watches the dildo sink into your wet heat. The squelching of your cunt fills his ears, ensnaring his senses until he can think of nothing, but you.

It should be him...

Should be him feeling you cream around him.

Him filling you up and pushing in deep, forcing the staccato of moans from your throat...

But, it's not.

There's a buzz in his ears, a throbbing in his stomach that he doesn't immediately realise is his undoing until he's moaning his throat raw and pumping the clear flesh-light full. The pleasure lasts for a singular blinding moment before the shame kicks in and coils low. His eyes flicker to yours.

You raise your eyebrows. 'I don't remember giving you permission to cum.'

'I -.' He croaks, vision still swimming.

'Shh, baby.' You coo and slip the dildo from your cunt. It's shining, slick with a film of your arousal as present it to Bakugo's mouth.

'Clean yourself up, then.'

He doesn't need telling twice. His tongue hangs out of his mouth, laving over the plastic with an eagerness he's never known.

'Good boy.'

Preoccupied with his new task, Bakugo doesn't immediately see you lean over the side of the bed and return with another dildo. This one is larger and a deep tan, with a large 'RR' printed on the base.

It makes a mockery of him, his own cock seeming insignificant in comparison even as it begins to weep again with desperation in it's plastic prison. It's hard to explain, the violent vortex swirling in his stomach as he wonders just what it would look like to watch your cunt stretched out by his best friends cock; but any thoughts ricocheting around his head are quickly silenced as he watches you slip the head between your lips and suck.

The head is larger than you'd expected, forcing your jaw wide just to take even an inch; but the blown out look in Bakugo's eyes quickly makes you take more.

Popping off, you blink at him over the dildo.

Bakugo's chest heaves. Embarrassment has soaked him down to his collarbones, making him flush bright. He swallows, eyes sparkling with something you think is hope: 'Would – wouldn't you prefer the real thing?'

-> Masterlist

#Bakugo x Reader #Bakugo Katsuki x Reader #Bakugo Katsuki #MHA x Reader #My Hero Academia #BNHA x Reader #saturnscribbles #saturnsorbits

456 notes · View notes

saturnsorbits · 5 months

Text

Clear Out

Fandom: My Hero Academia, Warnings: Smutless, Suggestive, Talk of Body Image Issues, Reader Doesn't Speak Kindly About Herself. Word Count: 1k.

Summary: Bakugo finds an expesive lace bra in the bin and he wants to know why...

A/N: Just walking some feelings out in this one.

‘You’re throwing these out?’ Bakugo’s eyebrows have risen so high on his forehead, they might as well be a part of his hair. He stands at the edge of your bedroom door, socked feet planted firmly along the threshold. Both of his hands are clenched. One, in a vice like grip around the wood of your doorframe. The other, hanging at his side, is curled in a mixture of fine lace underwear and soft silk teddies. Lingerie. Lingerie that, twenty minutes before, you had angrily tossed into the kitchen bin. You’d thought you’d done a good job at hiding it. Obviously, you were mistaken. You look up, note his handful and quite deliberately re-drop your gaze. ‘Mmhmm.’

Bakugo’s jaw flexes, the small crease in-between his eyebrows deepening. He holds up the material in his hand. ‘There’s like £200 worth of stuff here.’ You overlook the fact he knows the cost of lingerie and chalk it up to his fashionista parents. ‘I know.’

‘And you’re just -.’ You roll your eyes upwards in an effort to stop the tears you know are lingering in your lash line. It had been a tough enough two hours without Bakugo’s persistent questioning and you’re not sure how much longer you’d be able to bare his scrutiny beside your own. Snapping, you lock your jaw. ‘Yes. I am.’ Bakugo softens. The hand holding your discarded lingerie drops back to his side, his eyebrows finally climbing down from his forehead to flip upside down and press together. You snort. ‘S’not like I’m going to wear them, is it.’ ‘Why?’ Bakugo locks a growl behind his teeth. He doesn’t like it, seeing the light flicker in your eyes like that. It reminds him of past boyfriends and your tears soaking into his t-shirt. Both thoughts make him itch. It’s the final straw. You stand, eyes wide and ablaze. Gesturing yourself, you plead with him to understand – to see things how you see them, how everyone else sees them: How they are. Tiredness scratches at you, peeling your skin back until you feel raw. 'Because fucking look at me, Kat.' He cocks an eyebrow, face stoic and unreadable even with the storm raging in his chest. ‘I’m lookin’.’ ‘You don’t get it.’ You sigh, sniffing back tears as you collapse back in on yourself. Hanging your head, you bite your lip, even though you know there's nothing you can do to stop the tears coming. They fill your lash line, brimming over, a tsunami of hopelessness. You barely hear it when it leaves your lips, but it does. Your thoughts materialise in the air, dropped from shaking lips. ‘I’m disgusting.’ His eyes snap wide, the crease between his eyebrows drawing up tight in the way that betrays his anger for confusion. ‘Why do you think -.’ ‘Oh, don’t get cute.' You laugh, pulling your composure back by the seams. Using the heels of your palms, you wipe away your tears until all you can see on the backs of your eyelids is static.

Your voice is calm when you explain to him. There's no traces of emotion, not even hatred as you deliver to him your rhetoric like its fact. 'I’m not pretty or thin, I’m not even the right kind of fat, I’m just…’ ‘… Fine. You’re -.’ He's grasping at straws and he knows it, struggling to comprehend your emotions as they conflict so brutally with his own. Bakugo swallows, feels his tongue swell in the back of his throat. ‘I’m not though. Am I?’

You chuckle and the noise breaks his heart.

Slipping yourself off of the bed, you reduce yourself to your knees and go back to sorting the mess of clothes abandoned in a heap on your bedroom floor. You shrug, lift a skirt for inspection and stuff it into a bin bag. 'I'm tossing them out, that's it.'

Collecting himself, Bakugo steps gingerly over the threshold and approaches. His socked toes wiggle in the carpet, tensing as he clears his throat as gently as he can manage. ‘Can I say something?’ You peer up at him. Licking his lips, he lets his expression grow hungry. 'If I was lucky enough to see you in something like this...' He holds up the red silken babydoll. 'Or this...' Whistling low, he dangles the edge of a black lace garter belt from his index finger. 'I'd make sure you knew that you were the most beautiful thing I'd ever seen.'

Your breath catches in your throat. It's hard to look away from him, so you don't. Instead, you let his carmine iris' burn. It's like being seen. Properly. In a way you've never been seen before and it... It hurts.

It hurts in the only way that someone's desire can.

He drops the lingerie into the bin bag beside you. ‘If you want them gone, they’re gone… But, when you’re ready...' He stoops, bending at the hip to reach out and catch your chin under his fingers. Pressing a thumb to the plush bump of your lip, he lets himself smile when he's sure you've understood him. '… I'm going to buy you something new.' He glances down at you, making no effort to hide how he appreciates the curve of your breast as it heaves with each of your breaths. 'Expensive. Just so I can see how it looks when I tear it off you.'

Your heartbeat is loud in your ears, almost drowning out the sound of voice as he purrs, low and soft while bringing his lips almost to yours. His breath washes over you in a hot flush, eyes flickering from the plush bump of your lips to your blown pupils and back again.

Bakugo smirks, his grip loosening on your chin until he slips from your room, leaving you with nothing, but his last words echoing around your head: 'I'll worship you.' He said. 'I'll worship you until you realise how beautiful you are...'

-> Masterlist

#tw: body image #saturnsorbits #saturnscribbles #Might leave this out of the tags - idk

177 notes · View notes

saturnsorbits · 3 months

Text

On Watching the Man you Love, Love Someone Else

Fandom: My Hero Academia, Warnings: Period-esque, Angst, The Bastardisation of a Longer Piece I'll Never Finish. Word Count: 4k.

Summary: Set to pull the job of a lifetime, Sero's band of wayward thieves are left short when Camie runs off. But could her leaving be the catalyst for more than just a new plan?

A/N: It genuinely hurts a little to let this piece go. I worked on the idea for a while, and really did fall a little in love with this Reader, but ultimately the idea just wasn’t meant to be finished in a word count I could commit to. This piece has so much potential, I’m just not enough of a writer to properly do it justice… I’ve tweaked some pieces, the conversation that occurs with Sero at the end was originally supposed to take place between Reader and Cammie for example - but this is as cohesive as I could get it. Anyway… I hope at least someone enjoys this…

'Gone.'

A chair hits the floor, wood creaking as the legs snap and splinter.

'Fucking gone.' Sweeping an arm across a table, Sero sees the end to a bottle of wine and two half-full glasses. They smash and paint the floor red. 'Fucking – fuck!'

'With all due respect...' Standing in the doorway to the office, Shinso ducks a rogue paper weight as it's hefted at his head. It cracks against the brick behind him before dropping to the floor and rolls until his boot comes down on it. '… It was just a matter of time before she took off again.'

Sero's head snaps up from where he's hunched over his desk. His arms are shaking, hands marked and scratched from his tantrum as he forces out a breath through gritted teeth. 'Don't patronise me right now.'

'Is it patronising to just state a fact?' Shinso arches an eyebrow.

Sucking a long breath up through his nose, Sero inhales until his lungs begin to burn. 'I'll bury a stiletto in your skull.'

'You're not quick enough.'

'I'll -.'

'Stop threatening me, when we both know you're just upset that you've proven to be too uninteresting to entertain your lady-love again.' Bending at the hip, Shinso snatches the paper weight from under his foot and tosses the stone in his hand. With an amused boredom, he slips a small pocket knife from the rim of his boot and begins to scratch. 'What did she take this time?'

'Her shares of the last score, half the dried meat, the last mill-seed loaf, two of the expensive dresses and the...' Biting the inside of his cheeks, Sero's eyes drop to the floor. 'She took the Todoroki.'

A laugh bursts from Shinso's chest. 'Good fuckin' riddance.'

'I liked that painting.' Sero growls. 'Almost lost my fucking head stealing it too.'

'Oh, I remember...' Biting down his smile, Shinso licks at his lips and clears his throat. 'Worry not brother, we still have a game ahead.' He snickers. 'Maybe we'll be able to snatch you another.'

Sero seethes, the muscle in his jaw ticking as he grinds his teeth until he feels the molars catch. 'The game's pretty much fucked now that Camie's taken off again.'

'No.' Shinso shakes his head. 'I know it's hard for you to think beyond yourself sometimes, but there's more than just one woman in this piss-poor little gang of ours capable of playing a darling Duke's daughter.'

Setting himself back down in his chair, Sero sighs. He digs a knuckle into his eye. 'Make sure she's ready for the first touch tomorrow morning. I don't want us to spend any longer on this than we have to.'

With mock decency, Shinso folds himself over in a low bow before standing and stretching out his shoulders. 'Certainly... Now, I'll leave you to your moping, my Lord. Feel free not to trouble us while you're constitution has you acting so pathetic.' A wide grin takes his lip, but before Sero can think of rising from his chair in another fit of anger, Shinso tosses the paper weight straight at his head. 'Catch.'

Snatching the stone from the air, Sero flips it over in his palm exposing the rough outline of a broken heart and a crude crying stick figure on his knees beside it. He's too slow as he hefts it back at the now closed door of his office.

Shinso's footsteps retreat, echoing around the cold stone of the corridor beyond; his low laughter following close on his heels. Sero slams a fist on his desk. 'Fucking bastard!'

'The Queen of Thieves has -.' Kirishima wobbles as he descends the stairs into the kitchen, you in his arms, with only Tetsutestu's hand on the broad of his shoulders to stop him from toppling over.

'For the love of -.' Bakugo hisses. Spinning around from his post in front of the stove, he digs a fist into his hip and glowers. 'Keep it down.'

Tipping you out of his arms, Kirishima slinks toward Bakugo. His head dips, cheeks glowing soft as he slips his arms around the smaller man and plants a kiss on his cheek. 'Sorry, baby...'

'He might be sorry...' Skipping up to the large, oak dining table set central in the room you unhook a large, bulging coin purse from your shoulder and empty it out onto the table. Coins of gold and silver clatter onto the wood, flowing from the bag until the entire surface of the table shines. '… But, I'm not. We're celebrating.'

Bakugo's eyebrows dip. 'You ran a score.'

'We did.' You beam. 'Stole a bunch of machine parts from Ingenium's.'

'Ingenium's is protected by the League.' Venom drips into Bakugo's voice, his teeth grinding as he levels a spoon with your head. He's about to shout, the vein in his temple already bulging, but before he manages to bark, you're grinning.

'And -' You lift a palm to stop him. 'When poor little Tenya wakes up in the morning and discovers that his four gold pieces a week to the League hasn't stopped his precious shop from being turned over, he's going to look elsewhere and who else do we know who has a reputation for keeping thieves away?'

Bakugo tries not to let it show, but pride makes his chest puff out and his eyes shine. 'I should be mad that you're whoring my boyfriend out as hired muscle...'

'But...' Your eyebrows dance on your forehead. 'But, you've just put the biggest score I've seen all year on that bloody table -.'

Kirishima pecks at Bakugo's cheek again, twisting from where he had been dipping his fingers in the bubbling soup on the stove behind his boyfriends back. 'Don't forget the bank notes. We've got bank notes too...'

A snort breaks from Bakugo's chest. '… And guaranteed us another solid four gold a week, so -.'

This time it's Tetsutetsu who breaks into Bakugo's speech. 'We put our prices up two weeks ago. It's eight pieces now. Seemed fitting since there's two of us; an not just one bruiser like the other gangs are offering.'

This time Bakugo does laugh. He throws his head back, shoulders bouncing as he slips from Kirishima's hold and stalks towards you. Opening his arms, he wraps himself around your waist and lifts, spinning you around once before letting you back to your feet. 'If I were into women I'd kiss you breathless, you little fucking genius.'

You giggle and lace your hands behind his neck. 'I'd love to take all the credit, but -.'

'But she was the mastermind behind it all...' Kirishima beams. 'We just stood by and looked scary.'

Tetsutetsu offers. 'We helped lift the machine parts too!'

'It was a joint effort.' You concede, letting Bakugo drift back to the stove, after ordering the boys to set the table.

'What's this?' Shinso appears at the bottom of the basement stairs like a ghost. His hair is wild, torn back as if he'd been caught in a gale and the usual bags under his eyes are deeper and more pronounced.

You look up, half way through scooping another handful of coin back into your pouch. 'A score.'

Leveling you with a bored stare, Shinso raises his eyebrows. 'I'd gathered that much. I was -.'

'Ingeniums.' Bakugo cuts in. 'They can explain over dinner. Sit.'

Shinso obliges, slipping into a seat at the table. 'I have news of Mina.'

That perks everyone's ears.

Producing a letter from his inner jacket pocket, he brandishes it in the air. 'She seems to be enjoying the sea air down south, says she's learned a lot from Midnight.'

Bakugo snatches the letter, quickly skimming through the neatly written hand. He hums. 'Established some links with the Mirko company – could be useful.'

Reading over his shoulder, Kirishima snatches the letter as soon as Bakugo's eyes reach the bottom. 'I miss her.'

'Me too.' You sigh. 'She'll only be gone another month...'

'And we can welcome her back with a score.' Shinso grins, his crooked teeth nipping gently at his lower lip.

Eyebrows furrowing, you glance around the table. 'But -.'

'You're to the play the Duke's daughter instead.'

'I -.' Part of you wants to argue, but you know there's no point. There's only one reason that you're to take the roll of the Duke's daughter, after all.

'I'll take a look at the dresses tomorrow, see what we've got that fits... I can always adjust one of Camie's.' Bakugo offers.

The conversation dissolves then, the room filling with plans and laughter as the bowls we're cleared away and a plate of freshly baked cookies took their place on the table. Bathing in the revelry of having the crew, mostly, all together, you barely notice as the sun begins to slip from the sky leaving the kitchen soaked in the soft glow of lamp light. It isn't until Bakugo yawns, declaring it bedtime, that everyone begins to slowly make their way to their retrospective rooms.

Bakugo heads off first, Kirishima dutifully in toe behind him as they slip into one of the backrooms where a small, stuffed mattress awaited them.

Shortly after Tetsutetsu turns in, slipping into a his coat and swiping a singular golden coin from the stash as he trots back up the stairs, presumably on his way to find something comely to warm his bed for the night.

Lastly, it's Shinso, who offers you a knowing look when you dish out one last portion of soup and dutifully turn towards the upper bedrooms.

He rolls up his sleeves and sighs before dipping them into the soapy water filling the sink, listening as your steps echo as you climb. No-one comments on the empty chair at the head of the table.

Wrapping your knuckles on the office door, you balance the soup dish on your wrist while trying to shove open the door he's evidently jambed shut. Sometimes, you really do wish he where less fickle.

'I brought you food...' Your voice is low, sweet in the back of your throat as you edge into the room and spot him laying on his bunk.

'You didn't come down for dinner.'

Sero grunts, not moving his eyes from the ceiling. 'I'm not hungry.'

'Hanta... You can't keep doing this to yourself. You've barely a week of starvation in you and we're coming up on day three.'

'Just leave me.'

'Listen, I know -.'

'Know?' He sits up then, eyes burning as he fights the tick in his jaw.

'Please. Tell me what you fucking know...' Tongue licking at his back teeth he growls, spitting his words at your feet. 'You're probably loving this, aren't you? She's gone. I'm as good as bloody kept now, aren't I.'

'I don't.'

'Don't act stupid, Dearest.' He coos, but there's no fondness in his tone. 'I know how you look at me. Gods, if I all, but stretched out here and welcomed you to bed I bet you'd ride me out of sheer desperation while I laid back and thought of her.' A murky laugh bubbles in his throat as he cocks his head to one side, legs spreading in mocking invitation. 'That brother of mine seems to enjoy sharing his pallet with you often enough, maybe you're in want for a change of cock.'

Cocking your hip, you dig a fist into the fat there. Your nails dig into your palm, carving out raw half-cresents in the skin. 'Have you finished?'

'Ha. Have you been practicing that? If I'm inclined to forget half of my life, you're almost a semi-decent imitation.'

'I know you're hurting, Hanta. All's I'm asking is that you -.'

'You really shouldn't try so hard, y'know... To be her. Take it from a mummer himself, you'll never come close to the real thing.'

'I'm not trying to be her. It's you who wants that, Hanta. Not me. If she where me, she'd be the one stood here trying to stop you from starving yourself to death like a pathetic divorcee and I'd be off somewhere else doing God only fucking knows what...' You collect yourself, if only just and place the bowl on the floor at your feet. 'Now eat. One good meal won't get in the way of you being love-sick.'

Turning on your heel, you bite your lip. It's all you can do to stop the tears. The marks on your palm sting, but even that is a dull comparison to the claw marks now inflicted across your heart. You've barely reached the bottom step when you hear it, a scuffling that gets your hopes up, before a loud bang shatters them once more. You don't bother to hear what is muttered in the dark after it, you don't care to know.

'He's a mean bastard...' You whisper to yourself, violently clearing your face before stepping foot back in the kitchen.

Shinso is still there where you left him, a pile of newly clean plates by his side.

'Sorry for abandoning the chores.' You force a smile, rolling up the sleeves of your shirt as you prepare to dip them into the sink. Shinso just chuckles. He dips a new plate into the water and hisses.

'S'nothing. He still acting like a kicked puppy?'

''fraid so... Matter of fact.' Pulling your hands back before they hit water, you pluck another bowl from the cupboard and set about spooning out another helping of soup from the pot still bubbling on the stove. 'Would you mind taking him up another dish? He won't take anything from me and I'm pretty sure I heard him toss the last down the stairs. I'm rather hoping you'll have more luck.' Once the bowl is full, you slip it onto the table and reach for a loaf of bread.

Cracking it in half, you lay it on a plate. 'I'll finish up here.'

'I -.' Shinso sighs, wiping his hands on a chequered rag.

'It's fine, really.'

There it is, that forced smile again. Shinso chews the inside of his mouth.

'We're already a hand down tonight, what's one more? It's been a while since I've had the kitchen to myself.'

'As his brother, it pains me to say this, but he really isn't worth half of the trouble.' He takes the dishes from the table and cocks an eyebrow at you as you busy yourself with the ones already in the sink.

You laugh, snorting before shooting Shinso an equally as amused look. 'Says the man who routinely puts himself in harms way for said brother.'

'That's different.' He deadpans. 'He's never picked up a habit of making me cry.'

You drop the dish in your hands. 'I'm not -.'

Now, it's Shinso's turn to snort. 'I know how long it takes to get from here to his room and back again and you where about ten minutes too long, even with all the vile things I can guess he spat at you. Plus...' He reaches up and smooths his knuckles across the curve of your cheekbone. 'Your cheeks are red.'

'I -.'

'I'll take him the soup, but I'm doing it for you. He could starve for a week longer for all I care.'

'Thank you, 'Toshi.'

'You're one of us. We look after our own...' He grinds his teeth, tipping his head. 'Or at least, we're supposed to.'

Sero rolls his eyes as soon as soon as the door is kicked open. He's laid back on his bunk, arms folded underneath his head, eyes trained carefully on one particularly large spot of mould on the ceiling. 'Just because a different man holds the spoon, doesn't mean I'm more likely to eat'

Not bothering to pause, Shinso marches across the room in barely two strides. 'Just as well I haven't brought you a spoon then, isn't it?' He tips the bowl onto Sero's exposed stomach.

Sero yells, scolded.

'You, Sero Hanta, are the biggest cock I've ever fucking met.'

Wincing through the radiating burn, Sero manages to huff out a cocky snort. 'Why, thank you.'

'She's just trying to help'

'Well I don't fucking need it.' Reaching under his bed, Sero snatches up his discarded nightshirt to clean the spill from his skin. 'Nor, do I need you soiling my bed clothes.'

'Be glad it's just soup.'

Sero opens his mouth to speak, but is quickly silenced again by his brothers glare.

'You break her little heart twice a day and she doesn't trouble you with it and yet, every time Cam runs off – somehow it's her that bares the brunt.' Shinso folds his arms across his chest. 'She's a nice girl, Hanta... She's family.'

'Ah, so you are fucking her after all.' He chuffs. 'What is it? Jealous she's still got a taste for my cock?'

A growl builds in the back of Shinso's throat, the muscle in his jaw flaring as he grinds his teeth. 'I'm going to pretend to have misheard what you're attempting to insinuate for your own fucking good... Get a grip of yourself before I have to knock some sense into your myself.'

'Consider me fully scolded.' Sero clicks his tongue. 'Is that all you came here to do?'

'She's done your half of the washing and made preparations for tomorrow night; thought you could do with a few nights off. So you can mope here all week for all anyone gives a shit.'

Sero sits up at that, his eyes wide. 'She's supposed to be doing the first touch tomorrow -.'

'And she's still offered to do your half of the choring... ' Shaking his head, Shinso sighs. 'She's more than you deserve. That's for damn sure. Without her, we'd fall apart.'

Sero pauses. Chewing the inside of his cheek, he swings his legs over the side of his bed and sits up. 'Is there anymore soup?'

'Yeah.' Shinso chuckles, gesturing the bed. 'In a puddle on your blanket by the look of it... If you want a fresh bowl, you'll have to get it yourself.' He strides off towards the door, but stops at the door to turn back over his shoulder. 'And you best be as gracious as a fucking priest when you do.'

The water is scolding your hands. Your wrists have vanished, lost below the soapy bubbles as you fish for the last bits of cutlery lost in the sink. Behind you, the stairs creek making the muscles of your back tense even as you try to keep your shoulders relaxed. Maybe it's the years you've lived together, or the fact that your heart skips a beat each time you hear him, but there's no mistaking the foot falls for anyone other than Sero Hanta.

He appears, shirtless, at the foot of the stairs, but doesn't press into the kitchen.

You ignore him. Focusing instead on the burning of your hands as you pluck a fork from the water and begin to clean it.

Sero clears his throat.

Still, you clean.

He sighs, stuffing his hands into his pockets before approaching the stove. Lifting the lid of the pot, he inhales through the steam that leaps from inside. 'Do you mind if I -.'

Turning, you absently pass him a bowl. 'There's still some clean spoons in the draw.'

'Thank you.'

You nod.

Spooning a decent helping of soup into a bowl, Sero takes his time choosing a spoon. It's mindless work, a waste of time as his mind whirrs – trying frantically to come up with something, anything to say to you.

The thing is, Shinso's right. You are more than he deserves and then some, but he's never been good with sweet things. That's why him and Cammie work so well.

They don't.

With you, there would be the possibility of a future. One that involves a quiet life, without crimes and games, a small house and weekly breakfasts with Bakugo and Kirishima, fuck... Children, a pretty little stone shining on your delicate finger.

He could give you all of that, but he can't give you what he knows you really crave.

He doesn't turn around when he speaks, instead, he hangs his head and talks to cream of his soup. 'You know I wish it were different...'

'It isn't that hard not to be a cunt, Hanta.'

'You know what I mean.' He winces.

You chuckle, but its a cruel noise that trickles off of your lips. 'So what is it? You wish I didn't yearn for your affections, or that you loved me like you love her?'

'Yes, well...'

Yanking your hands from the water, you splay your palms on the cold surface beside the sink. You're used to this, the numbness that so often overtakes you. The knowledge of your unrequited affection is like a balm, a prickling salve that serves not to sooth, but to prolong your suffering.

If you were able to let go, you would have, but you've loved him since you first laid eyes on him all those years ago when two scared children had come together for scarce more than survival.

'I sound bitter, I didn't mean -.'

He chuckles. 'You did. It's okay. I think that might be the normal thing.'

'What?'

'To hate me. To, to -.'

Your eyebrows furrow, your heart giving out in your chest as you consider a world in which his assumption might me true. 'I don't hate you.'

Turning finally, Sero leans back against the wooden surface of the kitchen counter. He licks his lips. 'You should.'

You lift your head, twisting until you can look at him.

At first glance, you'd be forgiven to think that his eyes were black, but on closer inspection, or under the right light, the faint, deep chocolate of his iris' shimmer – soaking up the light around each of his blown pupils. Now, with them trained on you, you're allowed to bask until you lose your nerve. Dropping your gaze, you tangle your fingers with one another. 'I could never.'

A sadness washes over him. 'You'd be better off finding refuge under Kaminari or Monoma.'

'Hardly a satisfactory refuge...' You chuckle, letting the noise lighten your mood.

He shares in your laughter, before allowing the sound to die on the back of his throat. Turning back to the counter, he palms the bowl of soup and slips a spoon into his pocket.

In two short steps he stops in front of you. His spare hand reaches out, curling around your shoulder. The tips of his fingers dig gently into the flesh and muscle covering your shoulder blade as his thumb smooths over the dip of your collarbone: caressing. Your skin blooms for him, heat rising through you as you allow yourself to think of all the other touches he could gift you, but any further thought is silenced as the gentle press of his lips touches to your forehead. Lingering, his lips hover barely a millimetre above his kiss.

'You deserve better than me.' He whispers it into your hair line before stepping away.

You feel the chill of him leaving, feeling an odd sense of abandonment and longing settle bone deep inside of you as he crosses back across the kitchen, towards the stairs. He's talking, but you don't quite register the words, not even as he calls your name.

'Forget the touch tomorrow. We'll scrap the job. It was a terrible plan anyway...' He hums. 'I think I should take some time away, let Bakugo and Shinso handle things for a while, maybe.'

He's gone, almost at his room, you'd guess by the time you leave your trance. Your fingertips find his kiss, touch gently against the skin there and feel the warmth of his lips as it slips, absorbed by your skin.

You smile.

He might not be able to give you what you want, what you crave. But, you'll always have this.

A singular, sorrow-filled kiss.

-> Masterlist

#Sero x Reader #Sero Hanta x Reader #Sero Angst #MHA x Reader #saturnsorbits #saturnscribbles

118 notes · View notes

saturnsorbits · 1 year

Text

Voice Over

Fandom: My Hero Academia, Warnings: Angst, Smut, Insecurity, Spanking, Cream-Pie, Soft-ish Sex, Nipple Play, Friends to Lovers, Background Suggested KiriBaku and IzuOcha.

Word Count: 6.7k.

Summary: Shinso has been using his voice modulator to fulfil other people's fantasies, but all you want is for him to be himself.

A/N: This is my first dip into Shinso. It was a lot of fun and I quite liked discovering 'my' version of his character for this!

It’s by accident that you bump into Kirishima leaving Shinso’s apartment at almost eight on a Saturday morning. He’s dressed, just, in a pair of lounge shorts that look half-pulled up and an open shirt that is half tucked into his boxers. There’s only one sock on his foot when he topples over the threshold and his eyes blow wide when he sees you, phone half out of your pocket in the hallway.

‘H - Hi.’ Swallowing hard, Kirishima forces a smile to his lips. It doesn’t crease his eyes. ‘I - Uh, I was just… Uhm, I - What’re you doing here so early?’

Lifting the small paper bag in your hand, the logo of a local eatery emblazoned on the front, you raise your eyebrows. ‘De-brief and breakfast.’

‘Oh.’ Kirishima’s lips form a circle as he clings to the duffle bag he has pressed to his chest.

‘There’s enough for three, if -.’

‘Oh. No. No. No. I should, I need to get to work…’ He gives you that smile again, although it’s a little dimmer than usual.

‘If you’re sure…’

‘Yeah. Yeah… I -.’ With his legs unlocking under him, Kirishima makes for the stairs. ‘Thanks for the offer, anyway!’

‘No problem.’ You call after him as red hair vanishes in the stair well. ‘Tell Katsuki I said hi!’

His voice is dim in the stairwell. ‘I will!’

Chuckling to yourself, you turn back to the door and knock with two shallow taps. There’s barely a beat before it’s pulled open, a tired and shirtless Shinso occupying its frame.

‘He’s subtle.’ You smirk. ‘And you look like you’ve been mauled.’ Slipping past him, you try not to stare at the thick scratches across Shinso’s hips and down the length of his back.

Shinso rolls his eyes, but smiles as he drawls a bored: 'Don't know what you're talking about.' before turning to shut the door. Yawning, he stretches, lithe body pulling taught as he pulls up onto the balls of his feet and links his hands together over his head with straight locked elbows. 'You got tofu?'

You clench your jaw shut when it falls ajar and quickly avert your gaze in favour of unpacking your bag onto his low-set coffee table. 'What do you take me for?'

Padding over to the couch, he tosses himself down with a groan and tugs on the back of your shirt. As soon as you turn, peering over your shoulder with an arched eyebrow he reaches out with his palms and grabs at the air repeatedly.

'Didn't your mother teach you how to use words?'

He makes the gesture again, a grin slowly stealing his lip.

Shaking your head, you collect the few items you'd ordered for him together before dropping them into his hands.

There's a beat as he rifles through his stash and then, he's huffing and yanking a large cup from the center of the pile. 'You got tea, too?'

'Usual for now, chamomile for later.'

Shinso groans as soon as he finishes taking a long, drawn out sip from the edge and lets his head loll back against the sofa. 'You're a dream come fucking true.'

You chuckle, sifting through the bags until you find your own meal and set it on your lap. 'Are you talking to me or your tea?' From the corner of your eye you watch him smirk and press a kiss the side of his cup.

'My tea... Who else?'

Rolling your eyes, you poke around in your small take-out box hoping that the distraction will soothe the butterflies in your stomach. Your cheeks are heating, your limbs light and tingly as you steal another sideways glance at your partner.

'So...' Shinso catches your eye and straightens up. 'When do you wanna start, y'know...'

You swallow, watching the way the muscles in his shoulders and arms flex as he gets comfortable again. It's hard not to stare. Especially, when he's sat in front of you, lazy and relaxed with no shirt and his sweat-pants so low on his hips the elastic of his boxers is clearly visible. 'Huh?'

'… Going over the mission?' Leaning forward, he digs his elbows into his knees and furrows his eyebrows. The fat over his abs bunches, rolling adorably. 'You okay?'

'Yeah... Yeah.' You force a smile to your lips and shake yourself, trying not to look at his stomach and think about how his skin would taste. 'You wanna start now?'

'Right.' Stuffing a mouthful of rice into his face, Shinso shifts his food onto the coffee table and stands. He wipes his hands on his sweat pants, inadvertently pushing them further down his hips as he pads off towards his home office.

It takes a second for you to steady your heart, a palm pressed to your sternum telling you that you're a few beats shy of almost passing out as you bite your lip. The thick scratch marks down Shinso's spine are bright red and harsh, standing out vividly against his skin and dipping low into his underwear. They make your mind drift, wondering just what it would be like to leave your own marks...

'So -.'

You jump when he reappears, too caught up in your day dreaming to notice him.

Shinso stops, smiling. There's a collection of folders in his arms, binders and loose files piled high, along with a collection of discs and his mask that balances awkwardly atop the pile. The weight makes his biceps bulge. 'What's got you so distracted?'

'Huh?' Clearing your throat, you blink. 'Just – just thinking about the case.'

A wry smile takes hold of his lip, but even though he doesn't believe you he doesn't push. Instead, he skates around the front of the sofa and sits himself back down with a soft: umphf. Scattering the folders on the cushions between you, he plucks his food back from the table and re-fills his cheeks. 'That's everything, knock yourself out.'

You hum and wipe your hands on one of the small, brown napkins before digging into the mess of files. In many ways, Shinso is the perfect partner. The papers are organised perfectly, dates and times ordered, reports immaculately filled out and all the research stapled together to stop it from getting lost or mixed up. You look up, chewing on your lip as a warmth blooms once more in your stomach to see...

Shinso's eyes almost roll clean into the back of his head when he takes a bite of the sweet pastry you'd sneaked into his breakfast order. There's crumbs on his lips, the skin wet and rosy from where he's licked them. A groan breaches his mouth, the dull timbre vibrating in the back of his throat and making his Adam's apple shake.

In many ways, Shinso is the perfect partner, but in other's he's the worst.

'Can you, like, not.' An all too familiar rush of heat makes its way up through your stomach making you want to curl over around it. Clenching your jaw, you suck at the sides of your cheeks and will the heat not to drift lower.

'What?' He speaks around a mouthful, cheeks puffed out, all evidence of his former seduction wilting quickly as he tries to chew.

'N – Nothing, just...' You swallow and attempt to roll your eyes, adverting your gaze, but get caught as he anxiously licks his lips again.

His eyebrows raise, concern etching itself onto his soft cheeks. 'Have I got something on my face?'

'No.'

'My chest? I haven't managed to drip...'

'No.'

'Why're you staring then?' He blinks.

Finally managing you wrench your gaze from him, you glare at the folders on the couch. ''m not staring.'

Shinso wriggles closer, a smirk itching at his lip. 'You were.'

'Can we just get on with this?' Snapping your eyes back up to him, you sigh. There's something wriggling in your stomach, something that only seems to worsen when his look of smugness transforms into one of reservation.

'Yeah. Sure...' Twisting, he slips his meal back onto the coffee table before taking up his mask. He fiddles with the dials on it, large, calloused hands looking almost dainty as he manipulates the metal making it click dull into the new silence of the room.

You try not to sound dejected when he falls straight back into work mode. His shoulders are still relaxed, but there's a new tension making the vicious scratches on his shoulders look taught and angry. There's a littering of bruises too, still purple and fresh scattered down the side of his neck – only visible when he tilts his head just right. It makes your stomach flip. ‘We need the voice mod frequencies you where using too…’

Shinso nods, pulling the mask onto his face he secures it quickly and hauls in a breath before... 'This was the -' Bakugo’s voice sifts through the air, pushed easily through the metal bars of Shinso’s mask with an airy breath. His eyes are dragged wide, a soft blush peaking out from above the edges of the voice modulator. He laughs, attempting to break the tension, but winces as soon as Bakugo's harsh snorting leaps into the air from his mouth. Unbuckling the mask, Shinso slips it off of his face to reveal reddening cheeks. He looks caught, like a child preparing to be scolded.

You tilt your head, feeling a rush of something cold trickle down your spine. 'Why'd you do it?'

'What?'

'Fuck people who want you to pretend you're someone else.'

Shinso blanches, the redness of his cheeks quickly vanishing back into the paleness of his skin as he blinks. Swallowing, he sinks into the couch, turning just enough to press his entire back to the cushions. When he speaks, it's quiet, but firm. 'I'm helping them.'

You shake your head. 'You're hurting yourself.'

He shrugs. 'Are we going to go through the report, or -.'

Part of you wants to push, wants to force him to explain... but, you drop it when you notice that he's knotting his hands in his lap. His knuckles look red, raw from where he's bending them around each other. You grit your teeth. Then, before you can think better of it, you reach out leaning across the folders between you to prise his hands from one another, stopping his twisting. He let's you take his hand with surprising ease, replacing his own fingers with your own as you press your palm to his and entwine your digits.

Staring at your hand, encased in his as it sits in his lap, Shinso feels his heart stutter in his chest. Feeling your touch loosen his tongue, he keeps his eyes trained on your hands when he lets his jaw drop to speak. 'Me and Kirishima...' He starts. 'We haven't been... It's only been a few months.'

You hum. 'He wasn't the first?'

Shinso shakes his head and chuckles. 'Nah...' Shifting his grip, he resists the urge to brush his thumb across the soft skin of your hand. 'Uraraka.'

'What?'

'It was Uraraka. The first one, the one who... Y'know.' He chuckles, but there's no humour under his words. 'She was trying to get over Midoriya before... Well, before they figured their shit out.'

'That's...' Your nose wrinkles. 'And you said, yes?'

'Seemed like a good idea at the time... Didn't expect it to, y'know, turn into a whole thing.'

Lifting your thumb, you brush it across the back of his hand and shuffle until the folders are digging into both of your thighs. 'But, doesn't it -.'

'I don't really think about it any more.' Despite himself, Shinso finds himself sinking further into the touch. He drags his eyes up, following the flow of your body from hand, to wrist, to elbow and shoulder until his gaze is dragging across the plain of your neck and settling on your lips. 'It's just sex.'

'...Where you pretend to be other people.'

'Role play is a thing.' For the first time in a while, a smile tugs at his lip. He squeezes your hand.

You let his smile infect you, bringing one to your own lips before curiosity is itching at the back of your neck once again. 'When was the last time you didn't use it?'

'The modulator?' He blows air of out his nose and whistles low. 'Uh... Maybe -.'

You arc an eyebrow and reach over him, pinching at his elbow with you empty hand. 'You can't remember, can you?'

He flinches, but chuckles. 'I can, I can – I just...'

You pinch him again. 'Don't lie.'

'Just let me think!'

And again. 'You're thinking up a lie.'

Twisting himself, he snatches at your hand and wraps a palm around your wrist. 'So what if I am?'

Rolling your eyes, you play at his hand with your fingertips, routinely lifting each digit and putting it back down with a soft little tap. 'You're insufferable...' You twist your wrist in his grasp until you can get hold of his forearm. 'Why won't you give me a straight answer?'

A cold chill breaks out across his shoulders when your question hits him, but it melts easily off of his shoulders when he catches your eye, replaced by an awkward smile. He wants to tell you, to open up his stomach and spill his guts, but he can't. The words jam in his throat, caught below the idea of appearing pathetic to... Well, to you.

'Just spit it out... Shin, it's just me... I -.'

He groans. That's the problem, he thinks.

'C'mon, it's hardly as if you can't get laid without it. I mean, fucking look at you...' You giggle, eyebrows raising high off of your forehead. 'You can't not know you're hot.'

Shinso's mouth drops open.

'Oh, fuck off, Shin. I've been sat here trying not to drip onto your damn couch because you're just wondering around with no shirt on...' You slip your hand from his and gesture at him, voice slowly growing more animated as his eyebrows somehow migrate higher into his hair line. 'And those pants are so low I can practically see the start of your cock, so I don't know where you get off trying to -.' You yelp, flinching back when Shinso leans over to wrap a large hand around your jaw, effectively silencing you.

'Really?'

With your cheeks pressed together, your words come out awkward and slurred. 'Huh?'

'You...' He licks his lips. 'You think, that I'm – me – I -.'

'Hot, yes... How're you struggling with this?'

'But...' Shaking his head, Shinso releases your chin. 'We work together.'

'Yeah.' A chuckle leaves your lips as you mourn the heat of his hand on your skin. You're tempted to chase it, to press your cheeks back into his palm, but you don't. 'So you can imagine how hard my life is...'

A smile creases Shinso's mouth, lips stretching wide as something curious creeps into his eyes. 'Would you want to...'

'Want to...'

He rolls his eyes so hard the strain burns. 'You've just admitted that you're wet -.'

You squeak and hit him. 'It was hyperbole.'

'So, you don't want to fuck me then?'

Licking at your teeth, you squirm. 'I didn't say that.'

'So...' Shuffling, he untangles his hand from yours and snatches his mask from the table. His hands manipulate the buckles, twisting and turning until they unlatch and he can raise it to his face. 'Who do you want me to be?'

Your shoulders sag. There's a stone in your stomach, one that only sinks deeper as you watch him hold the modulator over his cheek bones.

'You already know I do a pretty good Bakugo...' He fiddles with the dials at the sides of his mask. 'Or... I could do: Todoroki?' This time, when his voice slips into your ears its encased in ice. Todoroki's flat tone is a weird comparison beside Shinso's natural lazy drawl. 'Or...' Giving one of the dials a decent turn and causing the machine to whirr horribly, he coughs twice before... 'I could be Midoriya?'

Your nose wrinkles.

'Definitely not Midoriya, then...' Instantly, his hands are back twisting at his mask, but before he can spit out another foreign voice your hand is covering the front of his masks grill.

''Toshi...' Shifting closer, you move the folders that separate you and test the waters by laying a soft hand on his shoulder. He presses into your touch, which bolsters your confidence encouraging you to swing a leg over his hips. You come down softly at either side of his thighs and catch his jaw in your hands tossing the mask off to the side to reveal his face again. 'I don't want you to be anyone else...' You smile, pressing in close until you can feel his breath hitch against your lips. '… I want you.'

'Holy shit.' In his chest, his heart races beating an odd beat against his ribs as he sinks into the couch. He doesn't know what to do with his hands, doesn't know what to say or how to breathe. 'I -.'

'I just want you, 'Toshi.'

For the first time in a long time, Shinso doesn't have to think before he acts. There's no thought behind the way he reaches for your waist and kneads at your skin in his hands, no wondering if he's acting like the person he's pretending to be, if the movement matches the voice. No. Instead, he acts. Just acts. Surging forward, he cranes his neck to kiss you and swallows down the soft moan you grant him when your lips touch his.

There's something easy in kissing him. Your lips knead against his, stealing soft gasps as you rock yourself deeper into his lap. Your pelvis meets his, the thin material of your pants doing nothing to cushion the growing swell poorly hidden in his sweatpants. Pulling back for half a second, you let your forehead rest against his. Your heart is beating out of your chest, the thin later of muscle and bone separating it from your skin seeming more fragile by the second as you wriggle, paused and nervous. 'Don't you want me too?'

'Yeah.' Shinso leans up, forcing you back on his thighs, but before you can get far he's wrapping his arms around you and pulling you flush against his chest. 'Fuck, yes.'

A smile tickles your lip as he echoes your expression. You feel it, the grin, on your chin and neck as he pecks at your skin. The first kiss he litters on your body is at the turn of your jaw and dry. The second, wetter – thanks to a quick lick of his lips - is placed gently along the line of your pulse. The third however, isn't a kiss at all. Starting at the base of your neck, he licks a thick, long stripe from the plain of your shoulder to the edge of your ear.

'Can feel your heartbeat...' He mumbles, lips pressed to you skin. The dull thumbing of your heart radiates through his skin, each beat like a siren call as he wonders how worked up he can get you. 'Feels like you're a little excited.'

You chuckle, but rock forward making sure that your pelvis presses heavily over his hardness. A gasp leaps from his throat for your trouble. 'Feels like I'm not the only one.'

He hums and bucks, forcing you to feel more of his cock. His hands squeeze at your waist, palms flattening as they slip down your back with his fingers playing at your spine. Slipping his hands half-underneath your ass, he gropes at you kneading the flesh before sitting up straighter. 'You keep on like this and we're not gonna get to my bedroom, baby.'

Reaching behind you, you prise his hands from your ass and slip off of his lap. His forwardness has you eager, your body already flaming and desperate, but as the mood steadily grows heavier you come to one, startling realisation... It's Tuesday.

He reaches for you, fingers brushing the skin of your wrist as if to pull you closer once more, but before he can gain purchase on your limb you're taking a solid step backwards.

'Best get moving then...' Tilting your head, you offer him nothing but a coy smile and a raised eyebrow before darting off in the direction of his bedroom.

'Oi!' He's on his feet in an instant, eyes wide with a chuckle on his tongue as his socked feet and hard cock make a mischief of trying to catch you. 'Come here you little shit!' Slipping, he skids around the side of the couch and all but tumbles down the corridor after you, only to have his own bedroom door slammed in his face. 'Oi – what...' Pushing against it, he's surprised to meet resistance. 'Baby?'

Behind the door, the pet name makes you shiver, but there's no time to indulge the tingling that seeps through your stomach as you flick open your pants and fight with the hem of your shirt. 'One second...'

'You're -.' The door handle jiggles. 'You're in my room. I thought – I don't know what kind of sex you've been having, but I don't really get how I'm supposed to fuck you through the door.'

'You're not!'

He presses a shoulder to the door, pushing a little harder against it. Whatever you've jammed behind it is already giving. 'Then let me in...'

'In a second.' Struggling still, you're almost all the way out of your t-shirt when the door slams open, revealing a confused and slightly panting Shinso.

'What...' He hauls in a breath. 'Was all that about...'

'I -.' Biting at your lip, you try and swallow the embarrassment coiling in your stomach. Your whole face is burning, you can feel it even obscured by the bulk of your shirt as it sticks to your elbows and shields your face.

Slowly, he pads towards you. Taking hold of the hem of your shirt, he peels it upwards and grins crooked when you finally reappear. With your t-shirt in his hands, he thumbs at the material. 'What's all this about?'

Your hands cover your chest.

'If you don't want to -.'

'No...' It leaves your lips as a shout, louder than you had intended.

'Okay. So... What's with the...' He gestures you with your shirt. 'Y'know.'

'You can't laugh.'

'At what?'

Hauling in a breath, you squeeze your eyes shut. There's hardly any hiding now anyway. Gingerly, you remove your hands from your chest and slip your thumbs into the open waistband of your pants, slipping them down your legs. 'I didn't know that... Y'know, and – Well, I'm not exactly -.' Your explanation is cut short when cold fingertips meet your hip.

'Is that a hole?'

'No.' You squeak and swat at him, batting his hand away from what is definitely a hole in the seam of your underwear. 'Yes... I – I've been working overtime and with this stupid mission I haven't had time to go shopping and -.'

This time, when Shinso touches you, he drops your t-shirt to place both hands on your hips. His thumbs brush across your skin just above your underwear. 'That's what this was about?'

You nod, biting viciously at the inside of your cheek. 'I kind of...' Swallowing a chuckle, you look down at your feet. 'I kind of wanted to be sexy... Not -.'

'You are sexy...' Releasing your hip with one hand, he places it under your jaw to tilt your head back up. 'Even with holes in your underwear.'

Part of you wants to snap back, to deny him and call him a liar, but that's hard when he's looking at you like he wants to devour you. His eyes are dark pits, molten and burning as he tears his gaze hungrily across your body. Tip-toeing slightly, you press your nose to his – a silent request.

He grants you it easily, letting your lips come together. His hand return to roaming, slipping down your back and cupping your ass to give it another healthy squeeze. When he pulls away, his eyebrows are furrowed. 'Have these got writing on?'

'No – I.'

A broken chuckle escapes his mouth when he grabs your arm and spins you on the spot. His eyes land on your ass, the plush flesh wrapped in green cotton that has definitely seen better days – the word: 'Tuesday' written in faded gold right across your cheeks.

'Stop laughing at me...' You whine.

'Not laughing...' His voice is smoky as he places a kiss on your shoulder. 'Just admiring.'

The slap that meets your ass is hard enough to sting. You gasp and tilt forward, only to be caught by strong arms wrapping around you. With his chest presses to your back, you're free to grind against the cock pressing to your ass – earning yourself your own chuffed moan of appreciation.

'Appreciating...' Purring over your shoulder, he kneads your ass in his hands. 'You have a great ass, you know.'

'Your sudden obsession with it might have given that away...' A soft kiss is placed on your shoulder, making you stretch out your neck. Your cunt flutters, heartbeat causing it to drool straight into your underwear as Shinso continues to grope at you and litter kisses up and down your neck.

Letting his hands reluctantly drift back up your sides, Shinso leans back just enough to unclasp your bra and slip it from your shoulders before spinning you until you’re chest to chest again. He urges you backwards, slow steps pushing you closer and closer to the edge of his bed until, with a squeak, you fall backwards onto it. You're barely given a second to bounce before there's a knee at your hip and his body is towering over you.

You reach out, fingers pressing to the skin of his chest as you trail soft touches down his stomach. It makes your stomach tense and flutter, being able to feel him like this. Each hard ridge of muscle is cushioned, layered gently with fat the squishes under your hands. Dragging your nails back up his chest, you thumb at his nipples and earn yourself a sharp groan.

'Fuck.' With his head rocking back on his shoulders, Shinso makes a place for himself between your thighs. Hauling them up, he encourages you to cling to his waist as you play at him earning more moans from his throat.

Licking your lips, you lean up to press your lips to the cleft of his pecs. 'You like that?'

'What? Me moaning isn't enough?' He snarks.

'Maybe I just want to hear more?' Laying out your tongue, you press the flat to a nipple and flick at it making sure to keep your eyes on his. The bump of his Adam's apple bobs, locking away a whine that makes his whole body shake. Wrapping your legs around him tighter, you dig the heel of your foot into his ass to press him close making him feel how wet you are even through the layers still separating you.

Shinso hisses. Snatching at your hands, he pins them above your head against the mattress in one of his. He smirks before dipping his head to your chest and treating you in kind. Kissing at the highest point of your breast, he takes his time working his way down to your nipple. His teeth graze your skin making you buck and wrap around him tighter as your chest arcs from the bed, but even if you wanted to escape, you're not sure you'd be able.

Just by tasting your skin, Shinso knows he's done for. Sucking a bruise into tit, he finally lets his mouth wrap around your nipple. A chorus of moans flood his ears making his cock kick in his sweats. Already he can feel the simmering heat in his stomach bubbling.

You grind against him, cunt searching for a friction it can't find as you roll against him again and again while forcing his hips flush with yours.

You feel good, almost too good. Shinso pulls back. He's no stranger to sex. There's barely a week when he doesn't have at least someone anxious to join him in bed and yet, now, he finds himself paused. Something vicious wriggles in his stomach, sharp thoughts poking at the soft sides of his mind.

Usually, he takes his lovers from behind. It works better that way... If they can't see him. Allows them to squeeze shut their eyes and lose themselves to the feel, to the voice of their choosing that snakes into their ears after being warped by his mask. It allows them to forget that it's really Shinso that they're sleeping with.

In this position, with you on your back underneath him, he can see everything. Not just your tits, that sit perfect and inviting barely a foot from his lips, or your throat and the way it hollows as you gulp down air, preparing the next pretty sound you'll let free, but your face. It's your eyes that do it. The cupid's bow of your lips and the easy fall of your mouth is tantalising, but it's nothing compared to the raw and complete lust that burns in bright iris' as you look at him.

Him.

It makes him feel hot and suddenly, he becomes frighteningly aware that when the final throws of pleasure slip from his tongue, it is his voice you'll be hearing.

'Shin...' You mumble, eyes searching his face as you watch his cheeks pinken while the rest of the colour slips from his features. 'Hitoshi...'

'Are...' Gulping, he lets the pit in his stomach eat away at him. 'Are you sure you don't want me to get my mask?'

Your eyebrows knit as the hand wrapped around your wrists keeping you down loosens.

'I could do -.' He's half way up, hands now placed on your calves as he moves to try and wriggle entirely from your hold.

''Toshi.' You follow him, unhooking your legs from his waist to let him sit on his haunches at the end of the bed.

'My Grand is a bit rusty, but -.'

''Toshi.' Reaching out, you cup his cheek and brush a thumb across his skin. 'If I wanted to fuck Bakugo or Todoroki or Shindo... I'd be in one of their beds right now, not yours.'

His mouth drops open. He wants to believe you, wants to be able to submit to the fluttering in his stomach, but -.

'Stop it.'

He blinks.

'I want you, 'Toshi... Just you -.' Shuffling closer, you bump your nose to his and fold your knees until they box in his hips. 'Let me show you... Please. Let me prove it.'

Your eyes swell, iris' bursting as he finds himself unable to turn away. His cock is still hard and bobbing, unperturbed by his emotional dilemma as he slowly lets himself melt into you. It's a new feeling, this, being wanted... Being seen, but as he watches your gaze eat hungrily at his features he can't help, but allow himself to believe you, just a little. 'Okay...'

A smile almost ruins your next kiss as you bring your lips together slow. Linking your hands around the back of his neck, you urge him down until your body is covered by his once more. 'Take your pants off...' You mumble against his mouth. 'Let me see you.'

He hauls in a breath, but consents moving only far enough away to be able to awkwardly shuffle out of his pants. They're tossed aside, his underwear too in the vague direction of his washing basket leaving him bare to you. His hands skate up the outside of your thigh, thumb slipping under the hem of yours. 'Can I?'

You lift your hips in answer and let him strip you, although his hands are gripping your hips where the elastic had been moments before.

'You're so fucking pretty.' Shuffling on his knees, he straddles one of your thighs and inches closer.

Biting your lip, you share your gaze between the wildness in his eyes and the heaviness of his cock. He's not the biggest you've ever seen, but solid and lithe. Longer than he is thick, his pale skin darkens as it reaches the tip where it glosses a deep rose and leaks in translucent droplets that dip against your stomach. Winding violet veins weave their way down his shaft, pulsing slightly with each twitch of his cock before vanishing entirely into a wiry mess of purple pubic hair that runs from his base all the way up to his belly button thinning as it goes. ''Toshi...' You whine.

He shivers, breathless, cock kicking again. 'Yeah?'

Releasing his neck, you slip a hand down your body and skate a feather-light touch along his cock before reaching the mound of your cunt. You make sure his eyes have followed your hand, glowing orbs locked on the stickiness you spread for him between stretched fingers. 'Touch me...'

There's no telling him twice. His thumb taps at your clit causing a shock of pleasure to shoot down your spine. Rotating his finger slightly, he rubs at you until his skin dampens with your slick and then, he's slipping down, down, down.

He stretches you out with two fingers but despite his being larger than your own – it isn't enough. You writhe and roll your hips, attempting to force him deeper, but each of your efforts reward you with nothing. 'Hitoshi... Hitoshi, I need more.'

His stomach tenses, something spinning in his chest as the sound of his own name slips your lips. It's music – something he'd never thought he'd hear and coming from you... Well, he doesn't think he'll let anyone else say his name again now. Licking his lips as spit collects in his mouth, he still somehow finds his mouth dry when he asks: 'Say my name. Say my name again and I'll give you anything you want.'

'Hitoshi...'

'Again.' He curls his fingers.

Struggling to keep your eyes on him, you feel the coil in your stomach tighten. 'Hit – oshi...'

'Fuck...'

You almost whimper when he pulls his fingers from your cunt. His absence burns, making you desperate, but the soft kiss of his cock against your folds is enough to lock the noise back behind your teeth.

'You want it?' He rubs his tip against your clit, smearing both of your stickiness together.

Nodding, your hands snap around his elbow as he curves himself over you and presses in. The first inch feels like heaven. He carves you out, forcing your body to submit to his as he feeds you more and more.

Shinso shifts, rocking his hips just enough to bottom out as he encourages one of your thighs up and holds it close to his chest. The position lets him sink in an extra inch and he revels in the dul hiss it earns from between your teeth. His other hand falls to your clit, massaging barely-there circles into your skin as he begins to move.

'Shit...' Pleasure fizzes impossibly in your stomach, your whole body burning as you press your shoulders back and into the pillow under your head. 'Feel so good... Just – just like that 'Toshi.'

Preening under your praise, he thrusts into you harder while keeping his touch on your clit light. You feel divine wrapped around his cock, tight and warm and squeezing him so perfectly that it's hard for him to keep a set pace. Fixated on the connection of your bodies, he watches how you swallow him down, cunt hungry as you take everything he's willing to give, but his breath is stolen from his lungs when his eyes flicker to your face.

'Shit, 'Toshi... Ha – Harder...'

Your eyes have glossed over, wet lashes glowing faintly as you struggle to keep your eyes on him. He can see it, the urge to let your body snap back and curl, but you fight it. There's nothing, but pleasure glowing on your cheeks, making you look like a vision. A vision he wants to see come undone. Adding more pressure to your clit, he makes sure each of his strokes hits the sponginess inside of you, earning more babbling moans. 'Don't...' He clenches his jaw, feeling his balls pull up and tight. 'Don't know how much longer I'm going to -.'

'Close.' You choke. There's a static in your mind as Shinso somehow shoves you closer to the edge. It takes barely a minute before you feel the tell-tale rush, the blinding pleasure that has your cunt pulsing and beckoning him to a mutual end. A dull scream is torn from your throat, hands balling in the sheets beside your head as he fucks you through your orgasm and almost makes your vision blank.

'I'm – I -.' His chest heaves as he tries to rein himself in, even with his hips still frantically rutting into you. 'Where... Shit – where do you want me, me to -.'

Curling upwards, you drop your leg from his chest and wrap it around the back of his waist forcing him flush against your pelvis. He pulls out, despite the pulse of your cunt, but before he can wriggle more than a few inches free you're tensing your leg and urging him back in.

'Shit. Baby, baby, I can't – I'm gonna – Gonna cum in – ins -' It isn't panic that zips down his spine when he finds his cock spilling while still buried deep inside of you, instead, his whole stomach fills with heat. There's something about filling you that clouds his vision and turns him stupid, allowed to think of nothing that isn't your body and how well it takes his. Tipping forward, he braces himself at either side of your shoulders and lets his forehead rest to yours.

It's ethereal, watching him come apart as you swallow each of his needy pants and whines. He's shivering, cock still pulsing and spreading white in your cunt as you wrap your arms around him and cling. One of your hands slips into his hair, nails scratching and tugging, forcing more stuttering moans out of his mouth.

You won't look away, eyes burring into his as he feels his entire body grow heavy and pleasure fade to his fingertips. It's takes a while for him to come back to himself, for his cock to settle and his breathing to level out again, but when he does... You're still looking at him.

'You look beautiful when you cum.' You itch at the base of his skull and smile.

His chest expands. It's strange, he thinks, he quite likes being looked at by you. Your touch is soft as you trail fingers down his spine and he's helpless not to sink into it. 'Yeah?'

'Yeah...' You press a kiss to his lips. 'Sound pretty good too.'

A blush blooms on his cheeks causing him to shuffle back. His cock slips free, bringing with it a gentle flood of cum that has him somehow, blushing deeper. 'I – uh...'

'Still think I want you to wear that stupid mask?' Cocking an eyebrow, you pull him back down and tangle your limbs as soon as he hits the mattress beside you. You settle against his chest, his arms looping around your shoulders as a smile tugs at his lip and a dull chuckle vibrates in the back of his throat.

'You might have convinced me.' He presses a kiss to your forehead.

'I can fuck you again if it'd help?'

'You know what?' Tilting his head, he shifts you until his hand can travel down your side gripping at your flesh as he goes. Rounding the turn of your hip, he lays one, hard slap against your ass. 'It might.'

You squeak, jolting against him, but nip at the turn of his neck in retaliation. He groans, settling to take a grip of your ass to squeeze instead.

'Hey, baby...' Shinso noses your cheek.

'Mmm?'

He taps your ass. 'Isn't it Saturday?'

-> Masterlist

#shinso x reader #shinso smut #shinso hitoshi smut #shinsou x reader #shinsou hitoshi smut #saturnsorbits #saturnscribbles

728 notes · View notes

saturnsorbits · 2 years

Text

Bloodline

Fandom: Attack on Titan Warnings: Fluff, Smut, Breeding, Discussion of Pro-creation for a Cause, Soft Sex, Sub-par Writing. Word Count: 2.8k.

Summary: Levi had expected to dedicate a lot to the scouts, but this... This wasn't one of them.

A/N: This is more of a concept piece. The idea has been buzzing around my head for the best part of a year now and still, I don't think I've quite done it justice. (Correction, I haven't done it justice at all). Maybe, I'll come back here when I figure out what it's missing? Maybe not. Until then, this is all I've got.

‘You’re shaking.’ You take Levi’s hand and inspect the way his fingers vibrate as if a nerve has trapped in his wrist. Rotating it in your palm, you press a finger to the thin vein beside the bone and feel for the panicked thrum of his heart. ‘We can just pretend if you want. It’s not certain that I’ll even conceive… We can tell them it didn’t work -.’

‘No.’ Levi’s voice is strong, despite his nervousness. He shuffles on the bed, hips inching backwards a little as he searches for a comfort that evades him. ‘They’d only make me try with someone else.’ He swallows and you can hear the way his Adams-apple shakes in his throat as he forces down a weary breath.

‘Levi – I - .’ You’re cut off, caught by surprise as he brings his hand up part way as if to stroke your cheek. He freezes mid-air, his body stiffening before he lets his arm drop back to his side.

‘No.’ The blood in his head thunders, making speaking difficult. There’s so much static in his head that he’s sure he’s shouting, so he compensates, whispers to you and the darkness of the room. ‘If it has to be anyone. I want it to be you.’

His confession tightens your shoulders and dries out your mouth. Slinking your hand around his wrist, you slip your fingers into his and wait for him to close his grip around you. He does with all the hesitance of a spooked animal and a smile is pulled from your lips as you watch his eyes become glued to the connection between your bodies.

‘I’ve -.’ He coughs, clearing his throat of the embarrassment he hasn’t quite managed to keep from his cheeks. ‘I’ve never done this before.’

‘Oh.’ Your grip falters on his hand as shock loosens your muscles, only to be held tight by Levi who clings to you, scared you’ll let go. You don’t. You readjust your grip, flex your knuckles and cling back. 'You've never -.'

'No.'

For a second you think he might explain himself, or at least offer up an explanation, but he doesn't. It's hard to imagine: humanities strongest, a virgin. The idea is obscure. Even within the uncertainty of the scouts, you'd thought suitors would be easy to come by. After all there had been a list of at least thirty women who had offered up their bodies, their wombs for this – A re-establishment of the Ackerman line.

'I'm sorry.' Levi's lips press together, his hold faltering on your hand. He's never disobeyed a direct order and Erwin had been more than clear. He was to produce an heir, a child to take on the mantel he would leave behind. 'With gifts like yours,' Erwin had said, frowning at the papers on his table. 'The scouts could finally retake wall Maria, we could eradicate our enemies entirely.' and who was he to deny humanity it's sanctuary?

'Do you trust me?' You keep your voice soft, bringing Levi back from his daydream as gently as you can.

Levi nods, uneasy.

'Then, at least let me make you feel good.'

He gulps as you lean in, your breath fanning his cheeks for a brief moment before you press a gentle kiss to his mouth. It's soft, barely a touch as you crawl to your knees and hover over him.

‘Lean back…’

It’s not a command, but he obeys anyway. He lowers himself to the bed, lead by your lips and your touch as you lay a hand on his shoulder and push.

‘Is this okay?’ You speak to the air between your lips.

His eyes flutter shut, his chin lifted gently as a sigh breaches his throat. He thinks he responds, but he can't be sure and then, your lips are on his. The kiss isn't like anything he had expected. There's no fight in the way your mouths move together, no strategy in the way he finds himself reaching for you, moved by an instinct he didn't realise he had.

You pull away, separating your bodies enough to slip your hands under the cotton of his t-shirt. The muscle of his stomach twitches at your touch, a small gasp leaking from his mouth as your palm skates up towards his pecs. 'Take your shirt off...'

Curling on himself, he reaches behind his head to fist at the shirt only to be helped along with your hands tugging at the hem. There's a tingling in his stomach, one spurred on by the eagerness of your movements.

You hands skate across his shoulders, his torso now bare and prickled with goose-flesh as you make the long journey down to the lip of his breeches. 'And these.' It's a breathless whisper of a request, barely audible as it leaves your tongue.

He nods, lifting his hips as his hands fiddle with the buttons of his breeches. It's a messy fumbling, a slipping of fingers and shimmying of cotton on skin until he's able to wrestle himself from the remainder of his clothing. It's discarded, tossed aside in a heap that would surely, in other circumstances, have him standing to hang and fold them back into their proper places. There's no such thought in his head now. The clothing is abandoned, forgotten about as you thumb at the divots at his pelvis and stop any stray thoughts from distracting him.

There's a heat simmering in your core as you lower yourself onto your elbows and dip your head to taste him. Your lips touch the skin of his stomach first. The taught muscle shivers, his chest rising and falling with a little more hast as you lay a soft lick to his body. The second place you kiss is the soft curve of his pec. The third his collarbone. The fourth and fifth the valley of his throat and the softness behind his ear.

Swallowing down the anticipation blocking his throat, Levi licks the dryness from his lips. 'Can I... Can I see you?' He reaches up, fingers tracing the buttons of your shirt gently. 'Without this?'

The softness of his voice causes a faint shiver to wriggle down your spine as you comply with his request. You strip slowly. Teasing your shirt from your shoulders, you unclasp your bra and let both items hang from your fingers before dropping to the floor beside the bed. The cold air bites at your skin, causes your skin to prickle and your nipples to pebble as you rise to your knees beside his hip and start to unbuckle your pants. You shuffle them down your hips with an aching pace and twist awkwardly until they're free of your legs. Then, you repeat the entire performance with your underwear until you're dressed in nothing, but the faint glow of the moon that shines in through the near-by window.

Levi can't speak. The light kisses your skin, creating broad strokes of brightness that scorch across your body. It deepens the shadow, accentuates the shade underneath your breast, the curve of your stomach and the plush of your thighs. 'You're beautiful...' It leaves his tongue wrapped in a whisper, his mind too numb to summon anything more eloquent as he traces the glowing halo that outlines your figure.

You smile, letting his words soak into your skin as a need blooms inside of your chest. Lowering yourself back over him, you kiss him until his breath begins to stutter from his lungs, until you can feel his hips twitch and you're forced to straddle him to keep him still.

'Don't I need to...' He squeezes at your hips, thin fingers digging into your fat as he tries to steady his voice.

'You don't have to.' You shake your head. Thumbing at your nipples, you knead the sides of your chest before letting one of your hands travel south. Palm skating down your torso, you slip over the pouch of your stomach and over the mound of your cunt tickling against manicured pubic hair. 'I can always -.' A hand wraps around your wrist, holding you still.

'Show me.'

The plea in his voice has your whole body breaking out with a shiver. Your skin prickles, stomach twisting as your forced to watch lust and desperation blend in his eyes as his pupils devour what's left of his iris'. 'What?'

'Show me...' He repeats. Loosening his grip on your wrist, he nudges your palm out of the way only to retake your hands position with his own. His fingertips tangle in your pubic hair, each digit warm as he presses gently and strokes, a silent promise to move south. 'I – I want to make you feel good. Want to make it good for you, too.'

Nodding, you cover his hand with yours and urge him lower until his fingers are slipping between your folds. There's a gentleness to how he explores your cunt, how he takes over, letting his fingertips press against either side of your clit and slip, soft, into the wetness of your hole. It makes you feel delicate, precious, as you perch on his pelvis and resist the urge to melt into him.

There's a knot between his eyebrows as he continues to map your body. His skin creases, bunching and wrinkling as he focuses, eyes drawn to the slow movements on his hand. You're warm and wet, dripping down his fingers 'Am I?'

He thumbs at you with unpractised strokes, his movements stuttering when he feels you push up and into his touch. Rolling your hips, you knock against his knuckles, smearing slick across his skin in your quest for a little more pressure.

'Here?'

You moan when he catches your clit.

'Yes?' Levi's eyes are wide. He thumbs at you again, moving the pad of his finger over your sensitivity in the hope of earning himself another of your moans. Beneath you, his cock twitches, rubbing up against your cunt in it's eagerness.

'Yes.' Taking hold of his wrist, you urge a new weight into his touch. He grants you it immediately. The new fervour to his movement has your joints almost buckling. You pitch forwards, splaying a hand onto the hard muscle of his pec to steady yourself as he picks up his own rhythm, drawing even circles into your clit.

The sight of you alone has him teetering on the edge. His cock jumps as he watches the spoils of his efforts reflect on your face. Your lips, rose soft and glittering with the evidence of his kiss are parted, jaw open as you gasp. Your eyes have fluttered shut, hiding the iris' that roll back under the thin skin. Need bubbles in his stomach, infesting his organs like a poison until he's sure that he'll succumb to it, to you and the deed he's about to commit.

'Levi...' You gasp. The bones in your arms have turned to jelly, elbows shaking as you try and steady yourself against him as he continues to lave your clit with attention. '… Levi, fuck me.'

'Okay.' In a second he's overcome. Something primal and fierce rises through him, encourages him to take hold of your waist and twist. He lifts you easily and lays you back against the mattress, his hand cradling the back of your head as he rests you gently against the pillows. His breath is warm, ghosting your lips as he brings himself down over you and presses only the softest of kisses to your mouth. 'Okay...'

You whine and wiggle, rolling your hips against his. 'I need you. Need you inside, Levi.'

He nods, offering you a final kiss before the heat of his body has gone and he's sitting up to comfy himself between your thighs. Shifting, he lifts your legs over his and reaches to wrap a hand around his cock. It's swollen, pale and gleaming with pre-cum that slicks his entire length. He runs a closed fist over it, shivering at even the softest of touches before he leans forward and presses the head to your folds.

Your cunt gives way to him easily, swallowing him down and squeezing, begging for the rest of him as he continues to inch in. The stretch he offers you sends static up through your abdomen, but pure pleasure makes itself at home in your stomach when he bottoms out and his black pubes begin tickle your clit.

Fighting himself, he's forced to take a handful of breathes when he finally seats himself inside of you. Whatever he had thought sex might have been, had been wrong. This was indescribable. His entire body burns when he comes back to you, carefully propping himself onto his elbows as his nose bumps with yours. It's as if he can't bare it and yet, knows he can never be without it, without you: not any more. You fit him perfectly, moulded to him as if by fate as he steadily begins to move.

The first slide of his cock has you gasping. Your hips lift, forcing him deeper as your legs wrap his waist to keep him anchored there.

'Is this okay?' He mumbles against your lips, eyes searching your face for any signs of discomfort. There's a breathlessness to his voice that he doesn't care to correct, a hitching in his chest that demands he reach out for you. A hand smooths down your arm only to tug at your elbow and lift, positioning your hand beside your head before he slips his palm against yours. The touch grounds him, empties his head of anything that isn't you...

'It's good...' You smile when he squeezes your fingers and twist, awkwardly fumbling for a moment until you have both of your hands interlaced with his. You squeeze back. 'You feel so good.'

He kisses you then, steals your breath as he begins to fuck you. His cock carves out your cunt, moulding you and manages to press to all the tenderness inside. 'I -.' Choking on his own pleasure, he noses at you, pleading. 'Tell me what I need to do... Tell me how -.'

You shake your head violently. The way he moves, his balls hitting against your ass, his pubes grazing your clit with each rolling thrust is nothing short of perfect. The tension in your stomach had already been taught, painfully so, but now that he's inside of you, you're sure your body is about to give in. 'Don't...' Gasping into his mouth, you feed him a whine. 'Don't stop... Please – I....'

Humming, he taps his forehead to yours. There isn't anything more he can give. His entire body is a bow string, ripe for snapping, but he struggles against it.

'I – Levi... Levi – I...' Your voice is lost in your throat as you cum. It creeps on you, builds until there's no space left and then spills over. Your thighs shake, cunt tensing, milking him desperately as you feel him, too, begin to slip from the edge. His eyes are wide, blown and needy as he gazes down at you, watching you come undone as if you're the most incredible thing that has ever graced the earth.

'I -.'

You know what is about to trip off his tongue before it does. 'Please...' Begging, you hold tight to his hands, bucking up as much as your still-shaking body can manage. 'Please... Breed me, Levi.'

It's the end of him. He cums with a grunt. His hips stutter against yours as he attempts to rut his cock inside of you as deep as he can, spreading thick and white into your womb.

You blink, flinching as a droplet of something wet hits your cheek. The first is followed by a second and a third that roll down your face and wet the pillow beside your head. Instantly, you slip one hand from his and reach out to him, wrapping a palm around the nape of his neck to smooth a thumb over his undercut. The touch breaks him. His forehead rests heavily against yours, noses bumping, as more tears leak from his eyes.

Never in his life has someone given themselves to him. He has fought, tooth and nail for the small slice of life that he has, his freedom ever reliant to his service, to a talent that he was born with and now... To you, to the child he had just placed in your body, the child that you'd grow and nurture.

His child.

One that would inherit his gifts and be forced into a service just as he was, be forced to live and keep on living despite the deaths of everyone around them.

Was this really his legacy?

Something swirls deep in his stomach.

This time, Levi initiates the kiss. He pours himself into you as best he can, hoping that you can understand the unspoken promise he's woven within it: Neither of you will fall victim to the legacy of his bloodline. He'll see to it.

-> Masterlist

#levi smut #levi ackerman smut #levi x reader #levi x reader smut #tw: pregnancy #tw: breeding #saturnscribbles #saturnsorbits

2K notes · View notes

saturnsorbits · 2 years

Text

Release

Fandom: My Hero Academia, Warnings: Smut, Cockwarming, Kink Exploration/Discovery, Piss (M and F Recieving), Spit, Ass Play, Praise. Word Count: 4.8k.

Summary: Kirishima just wants you to let go.

A/N: This is my first attempt at piss, so it’s a little tame and awkward. I am very much just ‘having a crack’ with this one, guys. It’s also not proofed, so I apologise in advance for any mistakes!

It's perfectly fine... Until it isn't.

The sun inches up, crawling slow above the horizon until it can peak into the sanctity of your bedroom. It's light filters soft through your curtains, spilling itself onto the bed linen and over the sleeping forms of both you and your boyfriend, urging you towards its warmth.

Wakefulness comes back to you slowly. It itches at you, luring you from the recesses of sleep until you blink back in the sunlight. By the inch you become aware of your body, gradually remembering the tenderness in your arms and the dull throbbing of your thighs that you'd earned the night before. It's a pleasant ache, one that brings with it faint memories of crimson eyes and strong hands; which in turn, brings your attention to the familiar stretch of hardness that is still nestled deep inside of your cunt.

It isn't unusual. This. To wake with the hot heft of Kirishima still swelling to life inside of you. If you're honest, there's almost a comfort in the routine. After years of hashing out the intricacies, you've found a balance you'd never known had existed before Kirishima. Your bodies have been explored and learned, cherished until there was nothing left behind, but total and complete knowledge. His body is yours and you play it like you where born to. As does he with yours.

With almost ten years together under your belt, you'd thought you had reached the limit of your knowing him, but then again... He always has been fond of surprises.

Wiggling, you twist your hips and moan when you're rewarded with an extra few centimetres for your trouble. You peak over your shoulder, eyes searching the slumbering man behind you as you make another deliberate roll with your hips.

Kirishima looks ethereal in the morning light. His hair, grown out and loose is spread on the pillow, spilling fire onto the pale cover behind him. Some of the shorter layers scatter his face, thin wisps cross-cutting against his features and making already sun-kissed skin glow. There's an air to his cheeks, a gentle softness that rounds out the sharp lines of his jaw and nose as he breathes slow and steady, completely unaware of the fire he's stoking in your stomach.

You roll your hips again while keeping your eyes trained on his and watch as a small crease appears between his eyebrows. He blows air out through his nose, his eyes flickering behind thin lids as a soft breath is set loose from between plush lips.

Tucked in behind you, sleep leaves Kirishima in much the same way.

Your body is warm where it's pressed to his, making his skin dew gently as he leans into your heat. He's already half -sheltering you, but he still manages to slink in closer. His arm wraps protectively around your waist, shaking the drowsiness from the muscle as he squeezes tight and presses a chaste kiss to the back of your neck. Rocking his hips into you, a groan vibrates through his chest when he feels you clench around his cock. 'Fuck, Sweetheart...'

You bite at your bottom lip, holding it between your teeth until it goes numb. His cock twitches, his hips shifting closer to yours as he brings himself flush with your ass and forces you to take everything he has to give. He knows you can take it, after all. Tipping your neck back, you offer out your cheek to be kissed and smile when subtly wet lips press to your skin. 'Morning.'

He rocks his hips into you again, his arm tensing to keep you close as he begins to set an achingly slow pace. Each drag of his cock has him groaning as pleasure curls low and heavy in his stomach. The arm he has wedged under your head curls, bending at the elbow until the rough of his palm flattens at the hollow of your throat. His fingers play into your skin, gripping soft over your pulse as he feels the steady beat of your excitement.

Your breath catches when you feel him take hold of your throat. His grip isn't tight, not yet, nothing close to the choking hold he so often takes, but the possibility has your blood singing as his other hand begins to slip up your body to your chest. Still so tender from the night before, you jolt when a new violent shock of pleasure zips up your spine. You whine: 'Ei...'

'Shush, baby. Just let me enjoy you, yeah?' He snickers against your neck before letting his teeth scrape against the skin just below your ear. His teeth catch, tongue following after to sooth the sting as he pulls back just enough to admire his work. Pinching your nipple, his whole hand swallows your breast as he gropes and squeezes at you. 'Can you do that for me, Sweetheart?'

Whining you force your body to relax in his hold as you let him have total control. His cock pulses, kicking inside you and making you attempt to curl over, but before your stomach can contract, Kirishima's hand is slipping into the crease of your high and hauling your leg over his hip.

A groan vibrates through his chest when he feels you clench down, already so close to your end and yet, unable to reach it without his help. It makes something in his chest stir, threatening to choke him as he struggles to contain the breathe of the emotion that swallows him. Possessiveness simmers in his throat. It makes him feel dizzy sometimes, how much he needs you: all of you. 'Good girl... Fuck, such a good girl for me.'

With your hips forced open, you're unable to control the sudden rush of pleasure that has you twitching and rocking back with each of Kirishima's thrusts. Your chest swells, growing warm as need wraps itself around you like ivy, infesting every inch of your body as you become nothing, but a toy for Kirishima's pleasure. You're contented to stay like that, being used as he returns everything your body gives him tenfold, or you would be, had it not been for the spreading heaviness that has you cunt clenching and your thighs attempting to close. Jolting, you try and curl as the sensation grows, but the large palm holding you open prevents you. 'Ei...'

'Mmm?'

'Ei... I need -.' Embarrassment coils in your stomach and you squirm, feeling heat rush to your face. The words stick behind your teeth, reluctant to come out as you realise the desperation of your situation. Reaching back, you tap against his thigh. 'I – I need to pee, Eiji.'

'Yeah?' The idea rolls around in his head, bouncing off the walls of his skull until a heat blooms in his stomach. He wonders if you'll do it. Wonders if he can make you lose enough control that you'll stream down his thighs, whining and wriggling as delirious apologies slip from your lips. His cock kicks, excitement creeping into his chest as he resumes his pace. Rolling his hips against you, he tries not to chuckle, tries not to betray his anticipation as he sinks into you deep and moves his hand to toy with your clit.

The smoke in his voice does something to your cunt. You clench around him unconsciously, but wiggle, trying desperately to free yourself from his hold.The pressure in your stomach squirms, sloshing slightly as each of his thrusts shift your body. Panic tangles itself around your lungs. You can't hold it, not while Kirishima's cock is still carving up your insides, making you sweet and pliant. Still...

Gritting your teeth, you squeeze your eyes shut, hoping you can hold out just a little longer to save yourself the embarrassment of a lifetime. 'Ei, I mean it...'

He answers you with a particularly harsh thrust that has you yelping and digging your nails into his skin, but he still doesn't stop. Instead, he bites at the lobe of your ear and purrs. 'So...'

'So, stop so I can...' Your complaint is cut off as moan is torn from your throat. His cock nudges at your insides, pressing up against the spongy roof of your cunt and threatens to bring you to your end. The pressure burns in your stomach, heavier now and you're forced to clench reactively in a fools attempt to slow the inevitable, but it only serves to get you fucked harder.

Kirishima bites his lip. He can feel you fighting it, feel you trying desperately to hold yourself together. It makes the hair stand up on the back of his neck. You're trying so hard to be good for him, if only you knew: 'Just let go...'

'What?'

He wets his lips, the idea of indulging in you gripping his throat and making his words chafe. 'Let go for me...'

Words stick in your mouth as embarrassment finally begins to heat your face. The reality of Kirishima's words wash over you, swallowing you whole as you try and catch up with his request. You've never even considered... Never thought about, well, that. Still, with each passing second it becomes less and less of a choice.

You grit your teeth, swallowing a mess of emotions collide in your head. You have half a mind to tell him no. That it's dirty, and wrong, that you shouldn't even entertain the idea of it, but there's no denying the familiar bloom that lingers at the back of your mind. For a moment you indulge, let yourself picture Kirishima taking everything from you, forcing you to submit even your most primal of needs to him. Imagine his sweet words as he pushes you over the edge and soaks in your release, citrine liquid dripping from his thighs as he fucks you through a high that is tainted golden yellow with your obedience. Your breath sticks.

'Please, sweetheart. Wanna -.' Kirishima swallows. The idea of it alone has him aching, his balls pulsing violently as the thought of you losing yourself completely floods through his mind. Letting his hand shift, he moves it up until he can cup the lower half of your stomach and presses down. 'Want all of you...'

'Fuck, fuck, fuck.' The feel of his cock carving you out and the building pressure inside of you makes you feel like you're about to burst. 'I – I -.' You hiccup, fighting embarrassment and pleasure as they combine awkwardly inside of you. 'What about the sheets, I -.'

Kirishima chuckles. 'Do you trust me, Sweetheart?' You mewl, teeth clenched, but nod despite the nervous energy thrumming under your skin. Whatever he has planned, you're along for the ride.

Pressing a kiss to your temple, he pulls out of you slowly and mourns the loss of your cunt squeezing him. Still, he licks his lips, there's a better treat waiting for him. Shuffling to the edge of the bed, he sits up on his knees before slipping his arms under your legs and around your back.

You squeal when you're peeled from the bed. Strong arms lift you making you feel weightless, his broad chest providing the perfect cushion for you to rest your head against as your arms reach up to lace behind his neck. Finally able to curl over, you breathe a little deeper as the pressure in your bladder gradually begins to feel once more under your control.

It takes only five of Kirishima's strides until he's twisting to nudge open the door to the en suite with a shoulder. He turns just enough to kick the door shut again and then, he's slipping you onto the edge of the sink in the wet room.

With cold tile underneath your ass, your nerves begin to fray. 'Eiji – I...' He kisses you to quell your panic, but when he pulls back a smile is stretching his lip and his eyes are glistening soft. 'You said you trust me, yeah?'

How are you supposed to back out now? You nod. ‘Yeah. Of course, of course I trust you…’

'Okay...' He sinks to his knees, hooking one of your thighs over his shoulder as he settles on the floor. A large hand wraps your hip, the other curled around your thigh as he blinks up at you through long, black lashes. ‘Then use me…’

‘You want me to?’ Looking at him does something funny to your stomach. You're teetering on the edge, still anxious to tip into new territory, but he looks so eager, so wanting as he looks up at you and raises an eyebrow, his pupils blown out and you're done for.

‘Please, Sweetheart. Do it for me, yeah… Wanna taste you.’

You whine, trying to clamp shut your thighs. 'Okay…’

‘Good girl…’ His mouth latches onto you immediately. Tongue swiping over your clit, he eats you out like a man starved. He laps at your slick, swallowing down anything you’ll give him while the hand on your hip moves up, up, up until it can rest over your stomach just above your bladder.

You yelp when the pressure makes your resolve shudder. It’s harder to hold with the pleasure making your knees weak and Kirishima’s hand pushing down, but your body persists. Tossing your head back, you writhe against the wall arching up and offering him more of your cunt.

‘C’mon, pretty girl. Use me. I know you want to…’ There’s a heaviness to his voice, a deep timbre that he presses to your clit. He’s ready to beg for it, ready to bring you so close to the edge that you’ve no choice, but to give him what he wants. His cock bobs between his thighs, thick and needy, the rosy head drooling heavily onto the floor as it bows under its own weight.

You swallow. Biting the inside of your cheek, you slip a hand down your only body until it covers Kirishima's. You've come this far... Pressing down soft against the back of his hand, you have just enough time to watch the pure satisfaction flash in his eyes before your body gives in and you begin to piss.

Kirishima moans when the first droplets hit his tongue. His eyes almost roll back, his chest shuddering, cock twitching as he feels it run in rivers down his chin. The hand he has on your stomach continues to press down, forcing you to give him everything as he relishes in the subtle twitches of your hips. It feels like a battle won having you like this, whimpering and wetting yourself all at his whim.

There's an awkward concoction of emotions rushing through your body as relief floods through you and collides with the pleasure of Kirishima's continued ministrations on your clit. Losing your breath, you reach for him, letting your fingers touch soft at his cheek before trailing up and threading through his hair. Scratching your nails across his scalp, you take a fistful of red and pull, earning yourself another aching moan that vibrates against your clit.

He gurgles and licks a thick stripe up through your folds as a vicious sense of achievement erupts inside of him at your conformance. He revels in having all of you, in experiencing everything you have to give. Still, he keeps lapping at your cunt, keeps licking and sucking desperately, even as your release begins to pool at his feet.

'D-Dirty...' Insecurity scratches at you even as you watch him enjoy his fill of you, causing you to shuffle backwards, but before you can even shift backwards half an inch, his grip is tightening around your thigh.

'Where do you think you're going?' He grumbles against your cunt, nosing at the last droplets of piss that drip from you. 'Thought I told you I wanted it all, sweetheart.' The rising possessiveness is back and clawing at him as he presses harder on your stomach and earns himself another stream for his hard work. With his grip on your thigh, you're unable to run, held tight as urges the last of your release from you.

You moan when his tongue wriggles its way back inside of you. He tastes you, licking you from his lips before his tongue is gone and instead, a thick finger is easing in to replace it. The stretch it weak, especially after the breath of his cock, but you whine non-the-less as deft movements have you seeing static.

He brings you to orgasm quickly, moving in the way only someone who knows your body can. There's a desperation in it, a rush in his movements as he flicks his tongue at your clit and curls his fingers until...

'I'm – fuck... Ei -.'

'Give it to me, sweet... C'mon.'

Tossing your head back on your shoulders, your stomach tightens once more as your high rips through your body. Your thighs shake, hips humping in stuttered thrusts against Kirishima's face. The grip you have on his hair is sure to hurt, but there's no complaint that drops from his lips as you lose yourself. Instead, he works you through, diligently slurping at your cunt as your new release drips down his chin.

'Good girl.' He wipes his mouth when he stands, but even though there's a bright smile fixed to his cheeks, his eyes are still dark, starving hollows. Taking hold of your waist, in two massive calloused palms he lifts you delicately from your perch and lets you down. He traces your curves, gripping at you until he can take hold of your hips and spin you around. With your back pressing to his chest, he crowds you, dropping a brief kiss to your shoulder. 'You did so well for me, Sweetheart. So well.'

You preen under his praise, melting easily into the warmth that eclipses you. Pulling you back against him, you feel the unmistakable heft of his cock press at your ass. His hands wrap your hips again, kneading a little before they start to explore. One travels up your body, cupping your ribcage before moving to squeeze at your chest. He rolls a nipple between his fingers, pulling gently until you gasp and curl, your ass rubbing back against his cock.

'You really would do anything for me, wouldn't you, baby?' His breath fans across your collarbone, his eyes trained square on the mirror in front of you above the sink as he lets your chest mould to his hand.

You whine, nodding as his other hand slips from your hip to grip your ass. Bending, you push yourself into him and blush when you catch his hungry stare reflecting back at you. A flush rushes up your neck making you burn and you duck instinctively, turning away as he grabs at your ass again.

'Didn't even need to convince you much before you where pissing all over me, dirty girl.'

'Yours...'

'Mmm.' He chuffs, popping a quick kiss to your cheek. 'My dirty girl.'

Your performance earns you a smack on the ass. You yelp, but the noise is quickly transformed on your tongue. Sticking your ass out further, you sway against him and hold your breath when you feel him lean just a touch back.

The second slap stings, stealing your breath as your skin prickles. It makes your eyes strain, your body naturally lifting onto your toes making you grip hard at the counter to maintain your stance. With each heavy slap he lands on your ass, you squeal, feeling your cunt pulse with every hit.

Stroking a hand over the redness on your skin, Kirishima catches his lip between his teeth before reaching down and taking hold of himself. His cock pulses in his hand, neglected and needy as he moves his hips forward enough to drag the head through your sticky folds. Your essence drips onto his skin, coating him as he nudges your clit. 'Ready for me, baby?'

You don't answer, instead, you arc your back further and press back forcing his cock to slip against you entrance. As soon as you feel the familiar stretch you're moaning. His cock bullies its way back inside of you easily as he bottoms out in a single thrust making your stomach ache. The grip you have on the counter tightens, knuckles whitening as Kirishima takes up a pace that has your knees shaking. 'Ei -.' You choke on your words, gargling pleasure as a hand wraps around the back of your neck.

'Look up, sweetheart. I wanna see...' Already his breath is coming out in pants. The feel of your clenching around him after so long without stimulation makes his thighs burn, but the aching pace he's set has him climbing quickly towards his high. Still, he's desperate to see you, to see the pleasure as it flashes across your face.

You look up, eyes widening immediately when you catch sight of Kirishima. His broad chest is flushed, fresh beads of sweat already dripping into the thick chest hair that covers his skin. A bright flush runs down his body, trailing along with the rippling muscle that tenses with each of his thrusts. Flashing you a smile, he leans back and spreads your ass with his hand before spitting directly onto your hole. He rubs his thumb against you, pressing harder with each pass until at last, he can pop his thumb into your ass.

'Eiji!' The new pressure makes you feel stretched. Despite having only his thumb stretching out your ass, it feels as if you're about to burst. Sinking in deeper, you feel the joint of his knuckle pull gently at you as a new wave of heat floods your stomach.

'You like that, huh... Like me playing with your ass, baby?' Moaning, his head threatens to rock back on his shoulders before he steadies himself and catches your eye in the mirror again. He can see it, the stretch, the pleasure colliding in your eyes as he fucks you harder against the counter. Rubbing his thumb across the back of your neck, he releases you to land another slap on your ass before taking hold of your hip once more. 'Of course you do... Dirty bitch, fuck... Look at you.'

With each thrust, his balls slap against your clit making your eyes roll. His words wash over you, making the hairs on the back of your neck prickle. The shift in his demeanour, has you whining desperate to hear more of his scathing insults smeared with the light adoration still evident in his tone. You mewl and rock back. 'Please... Eiji – want... Wanna -.'

He steals he sentence from your mouth with a smile. 'Wanna cum on my cock, sweetheart. Is that it? Need me to make you cum?'

'Please. N- Need you.' You can feel it, the tell tale tightness of your undoing already basking low in your stomach, but it's all over too soon. His thumb sinks a little deeper into your ass, his thrusts just a little harder as he locks eyes with you in the mirror. He looks manic, eyes wide and blown, his body slick with sweat as the muscle of his stomach and hips shifts with each rock. Even his arms are tensed, the thick veins that run from just under his arm pits bulging and full as they twist and turn on their way to the crooks of his elbows.

It takes all of his composure not to cum on the spot when he feels your cunt quiver around him. He chokes. In the mirror he watches as your face contorts with pleasure, your mouth falling open as a high-pitched moan is wrenched from your throat. He can feel you shaking, your body wrought out and coming apart under his own hands. It makes his stomach swoop, the same possessive thing in his chest somewhat pacified as you chant his name riding out the high that he gave to you.

You're breathless when you finally come down, but you're not given any peace. Kirishima's thrusts don't falter, instead, you feel him pull slightly at your ass as he slips his thumb from you and re-takes hold of your hips. The grip is bruising, but makes your spine chatter as his breath comes hot and heavy over your shoulder.

'Gonna be a little rough on you now, baby. Okay? You can take it for me, can't you pretty girl.' He doesn't wait for a reply, catching your eye in the mirror he hisses through his teeth before sliding a hand down your back and forcing you to curve for him before wrapping his hand back around your throat.

Hammering into you relentlessly, you have no choice, but to hold tight and take it as Kirishima uses your body for his own end. You're half-way to another high when you feel him jolt. The tell tale kick of his cock has you tensing and curling harder, gargling on a pitchy: 'Please, give it to me... W-Want it.'

There's a weight that is lifted from his shoulders when he empties himself inside of you. Thick and white, he spills like an oil slick, coating you until it begins to leak back out around his shaft. He's always been an overachiever in this department. He cums until his balls ache, until the back of his eyelids look almost red and his head fizzes with the gentle buzz only a good cunt can create. Releasing your throat, he lets his hand slide down your body until a large palm pats at your ass. 'Shit.'

His hiss makes you straighten. You half-turn looking over your shoulder as you feel him pull out, but he doesn't move away.

'Get on your knees.'

'What?' It takes a blink before you register what's happening, but as soon as you notice his hand around the base of a quickly softening cock your mind crackles into life. Your legs buckle before you really comprehend the appropriate response, but there's no denying the small thing itching under your skin that wants to know how it'll feel.

After all, it's only fair at this point really.

'Fuck. Good girl...' widening his legs, he points his cock directly at your mouth before uttering a soft: 'Open up, c'mon now. Show me your tongue.'

You do. Tongue lolling out of your mouth, you debate leaving your eyes open or closed when the first droplets hit your mouth. The relived groan vibrating off the tile from his chest makes you shiver, but you say still and sit tasting his release as it streams over you. Piss runs down your body, coating you in him as it weaves down the middle of your tits and trickles over your nipples. There's a rumbling in his stomach, the monster inside of him growling contented at last as you sit pretty and behave for him as he relieves himself all over you. 'Holy shit, you look good like this, baby.'

The last few drops splatter onto your tongue and you close your mouth before looking up and blinking slow. There's a fizz in your stomach with the way he looks at you, like you're the only jewel in the world worth having. Reaching for you, he helps you back to your feet before wondering over to the shower head and turning it on.

'You were so good for me, sweetheart. So fucking good.'

His words wash over you like the water, both stinging hot at your skin as you step under the shower. Rough hands become delicate as he washes you, making sure to clean every inch of you as you stand and enjoy the ache he's left in your cunt. Soft words accompany the pampering, small kisses and a consistent hand on your waist or ass to keep you grounded as he twirls you around and lets you soap his back.

''m tired.' You mutter after a moment, when you're both clean and waiting for the last of the water to clear from the floor. Kirishima laughs, nosing at the crook of your neck. He still hasn't taken his hands off of you, doesn't know if he wants to as he feels you relax against him as he bares your weight. 'Want me to carry you?' He cocks an eyebrow.

Shaking your head, you relent to letting him towel you down before padding off back to the comfort of the bed. You settle back to the sheets wrapped in one of Kirishima's t-shirts and curl up easily into his side when he lays back to join you.

His hand smooths your side, drawing odd calming shapes into your skin.

'Hey, Eiji...' You turn and dig your chin into a thick pectoral muscle and lick your bottom lip.

Kirishima smiles. 'Yeah, sweetheart?'

You chew the inside of your cheek and smirk. 'Do you have a piss kink by any chance?'

-> Masterlist

#kirishima x reader smut #kirishima x reader #kirishima eijiro x reader #kirishima eijiro x reader smut #tw: piss #saturnsorbits #saturnscribbles

595 notes · View notes

saturnsorbits · 2 years

Text

Union

Fandom: My Hero Academia, Warnings: Royal AU, Prince Bakugo, Princess Reader, Angst, Fluff, Smut, Outdoor Sex, Virginity Loss (for both Bakugo and Reader), brief talk of heirs/breeding, background character death mentioned as plot device. Word Count: 6.8k.

Summary: Lucky enough to be promised to a man you fell in love with, everything changes one night by the lake.

The lake looks pretty like this.

Hidden in a large copse and bathed in the light of the rising moon, the water shines. It glows in the glade, reflecting the surrounding mossy rock and thick vegetation until green and grey bleed into one on it's surface.

You perch at the edge, bare feet dipped just under the water. The underskirt of your dress is hiked up around your knees, the collar loose and falling about your shoulders, exposing your skin to the moon. If your mother were to see you, she'd be mortified. Sneaking out of the city would be reason enough to incur her wrath, never mind the nakedness or lack of a proper chaperone. Gods only know what she would do if she were to find out that you were waiting for a boy.

The water ripples, the reflection distorting as new colours flood together on it's surface. At first it's only a peach haze, one that gains focus as it closes in. Its approach brings with it new shocks of colour, browns and creams, reds and oranges all gain clarity until at last, you can make out the stark visage of a figure striding towards the lake.

'Katsuki?' You're already on your feet before you can fully drink him in. There's blood staining his shirt, but when you reach him, you see that it is far from the extent of the damage. Deep gashes litter his chest, while thin nicks and burns run the length of his arms and peak out from the tears in his shirt.

'It's nothing.' He's quick to reassure you and there's a grin painted on his face when he leans down to press his lips to your forehead. 'I'm fine.'

Your head comes to rest at his collarbone, letting you breathe him in. He smells like blood and sweat, but underneath it all, it's still undeniably him. 'You've been fighting again.'

'It's part of my preparation to be king.' He grunts into your hair before strong arms wrap you up, calloused hands skating from your tail bone to your waist where they come to rest.

You push back from his chest and take his cheek in hand. 'At least let me clean you up.'

He sinks into your touch, turning his head just enough to press his lips to your palm and lets you lead him back to the lake. It only takes a gentle hand on his shoulder to reduce him to his knees and before long your nimble fingers are working at the buttons of his shirt and slipping it over his head.

It takes a second to locate the stitching of the garment and when you do, you tear it ripping the shirt into long thin strips.

'Oi.' Katsuki barks.

You slap his hand away when he attempts to snatch back his shirt and shuffle off to the waters edge, throwing a small smirk over your shoulder. 'Are you suggesting that I rip my skirts in order to tend to your wounds?' You shrug and turn away, busying yourself soaking the strips of linen in the water while you speak. 'Of course, then I'd have to return to the city with my dress at my thigh and mother would undoubtedly have questions. God knows what would happen when I told her a boy was the reason for my dishevelment.'

The amusement in your tone is played back to you on his words. 'Just a boy?'

'A boy.' You turn back to him from the lake, sopping linen in your hands and smile.

'This boy...' Katsuki leans back on his hands, chest puffing up into the air. '...Doesn't happen to be your fiance by any chance, ha?'

You giggle and look at your feet. 'Why'd you ask?'

A growl rumbles in the back of his throat, teeth clenched even as you approach and drop back to your knees at his side. He reaches up and cups your cheek. 'Because, I think your fiance would like to know, if you're sneaking out to see another boy who isn't him.' Smoothing a thumb across your skin, he licks the back of his own teeth and grins.

You bat your eyelashes, tongue peaking out to wet your lower lip as a buzz starts up at the base of your skull. Slipping away from his touch, you lay the wet linen over his raised arm before plucking one from the stack and ringing it out. The first touch of the cloth against his skin makes him hiss, but you ignore him in favour of cleaning a shallow wound on his shoulder. 'Would he now? That's a shame, you won't be my fiance much longer if you carry on like this. I'll be widowed before we've even wed.'

He snickers. 'You really think I'd let a few scratches keep me from you?'

Biting the inside of your cheek, you ignore him and press more heavily at his shoulder.

'Do you?' His hand is back at your cheek in an instant. He encourages your eyes to his and raises his eyebrows.

Each touch makes the buzzing in your head spread and fills your stomach with warmth. Swallowing a smile, you pout. 'No.'

'Good.' Leaning forward, his fingers gain purchase on the back of your neck encouraging you into his space until you're almost laying at his side. From this distance, he can feel your breath against his cheeks and drink in the faint smell of flora and cut grass that rises from your collarbones. It's an artificial smell, one of the many perfumes he's gifted you, but it makes his stomach clench non-the-less.

When his lips finally touch yours, a fire ignites in your stomach. It is far from the first time you've kissed, but each time brings with it a hoard of butterflies that attempt to crack your ribs. His hand finds your hip and rubs two gentle circles there before continuing on in a valiant push downward. The heat bubbling in your stomach reaches a boil and simmers, almost making you act upon urges that make you wonder just what he has hiding under those breeches of his. You let his fingers skim the soft flesh of your inner thigh, then you pull away. 'I need to finish cleaning your wounds.'

'Tease.' He whispers against your lips, trying to control the sudden rush of blood that threatens to deny him rational function.

'And you'd have it no other way.' Sitting back on your haunches, you slip another strip of cloth from his arm and begin to blot at the deepest gash marking his chest. The rag becomes bloodied in seconds and drips diluted red down his stomach. You toss it aside and reach for another, and another, until at last his chest and arms shine clean.

'Thank you.' He kisses you again when you finish, tongue delving into your mouth where it pins down your own.

With a hand on his chest, you push him back and rest your forehead to his. There's a giggle in your voice when you reply. 'I'm simply performing my wifely duties...'

'Ah...' His hand dances across your shoulder and slips gently under the thin, silver chain hung loosely from your neck. He pulls, hauling the metal from the hem of your dresses bust until it lifts high enough to reveal the delicate ring attached to it. It shines even in the moonlight, the small, red diamond secured at it's apex glittering as it twirls helplessly with its suspension. He smiles, cheeks burning as he imagines the day that he will finally slip it onto your finger. 'But, we're not married yet.'

You bite the inside of your cheek and pluck the ring from the air, holding it tightly in a fist. 'I can't wait to wear it.'

Swallowing, Katsuki drops your gaze to look towards the lake. There's a beat of silence that drops into the air as he loses himself in the mid-distance and when he speaks, there's a lilt of sorrow in his tone. 'Do you believe in fate?'

'What?'

Katsuki hums, eyes drawn back to you. 'Fate, do you believe in it?' He turns, flourishing his cape until it lays flat like a blanket and settles back against it, beckoning you down with him.

It's too easy to sink down into the thickness of the cape, to rest your head against his muscled chest and lay your hand over his heart. There aren't many strategically motivated marriages that result in love and you count yourself lucky to be among the very few who manage to find it. You do love him, after all. You'd known it since your first meeting. Shy, barely ten years old and thrust into the presence of a young boy who was louder than life itself, you'd found yourself awed. He'd grabbed at your hand and dragged you off, babbling about dragons and wars and how, as his wife, he was going to treat you to expensive furs and the noblest steed he could tame. Your parents had been overjoyed. While the union had been a matter of necessity, both Queen Inko and your father had agreed that one forged with fondness was better than one built upon duty alone.

When you think about it, it sure does sound a lot like fate. 'Maybe...' You mumble. 'I'm not sure...'

'I do.' He sighs. 'Because it brought me to you... Despite everything.'

Curling into him, you lick your lips hiding the smirk that takes hold of your mouth. 'Pretty poor fate then?'

He snaps his teeth inches from your face, a low growl shaking his throat. 'Ha?'

You silence his outburst with a kiss as static explodes across your skin. 'I'm doing it again...' You whisper against his lips, fingers curling under his jaw to sooth the tension there. 'I'm teasing.'

Tossing his head back to the cape, he groans. 'I can't believe I'm going to be stuck with you forever.'

'You say it like you haven't just told me that you think we're some kind of star crossed lovers.' A purr leaves your lips and snakes into his ears, drawing his eyes back to yours.

Suddenly, he's not scowling any more. Cocking his head to one side, something softens in his eyes when he moves to pinch your chin between his thumb and forefinger. 'Are you doubting how I feel about you?'

You shake your head instantly. 'Just nice to hear you say it out loud.'

He leans in, until nose is brushing nose. 'I would bring whole kingdoms to their knees for you, my love. I would make the Gods weep to earn your favour, fight death himself just to get to look upon your face once more at my end... My heart is yours, now and forever.' After a peck he reels back, sharp canines shining from inside a smirking mouth. 'But, if you ever tell anyone I said that sappy shit, I will drown you in that lake.'

'I love you too, Katsuki.'

He growls.

'Oh, pipe down.' Chuckling, you press at his shoulder and urge him back down to the cape before quickly covering his body with yours. You throw a leg over his hips, seating yourself on the lowest set of his abs and lean over him, enjoying how his stomach tenses under your weight.

He bites his tongue, eyes falling to half mast as he fixates on the plush bump of your lower lip. When he speaks, his voice sticks in his throat causing the words to rumble as they're pressed through his teeth. 'You're going about things the wrong way, if you want me to pipe down, Princess.'

'Am I?' You cock your head and roll your hips gently, gasping when you clothed clit brushes against a hard ridge of muscle.

In his breeches, his cock stirs. His hands are on your waist again, kneading at your flesh as he wills them to travel no further. 'What's got you feeling so bold?'

'Haven't I a right to find my future husband attractive?' A smirk curls your mouth as you bow to press a gentle kiss to the turn of his jaw. Your lips pepper his neck, eliciting a rumbling groan that is slipped into your ear and sinks straight to your cunt. The noises that shake his chest spur you on and soon, your lips are flush against his neck.

He shivers, grip tightening around your waist as a low warning growl sounds from his throat.

You ignore it in favour of laving your tongue down his jaw, encouraged by the buzz in your head that blocks out any hesitancy that would have steadied your advancements.

'You keep going like that and you'll be walking down the isle carrying my child.' Willing his grip on your waist to loosen, he runs his hands up your back before letting them smooth back down, taking time to grip and knead at your curves as he goes. His hold pauses at your hip as a question lingers on his lips, but all is answered when you cant forward and urge him to take hold of your ass.

His breath is hot against your shoulder, almost as hot as the blinding heat of his cock as it presses into you. 'Katsuki.'

'For the love of the Gods, don't say my name like that.' He tips his head back, his eyes squeezing shut as if blocking out the sight of you will stop the violent twitching in his pants.

You suck at his neck. Using your teeth to nip at him, you earn yourself another groan that almost sends his eyes skyward. 'Why not?.. Katsuki.'

'Princess... I -.' The remainder of his sentence is cut off when your lips crash against his. He returns the kiss eagerly, drinking in the soft moans that you feed him when his hands grope harder at your ass. Your tongues mingle and he almost cums straight into his breeches when you suck at the soft muscle, purring gently as you do.

You pull back for breath alone and pant, chest heaving above him. The heat in your core is unbearable, your body taught and needy, desperate for his touch. 'Katsuki...'

'Fuck.' Wrapping one hand around the back of your neck, he secures his other arm around your waist before flipping you and tossing you back to the cape in his place. The bounce of your tits as you relax under him has him almost feral and he's reduced to all fours to kiss you. The kiss makes him groan, but the second has him bucking shamelessly against you.

A thick thigh is shoved between your legs. The rough material covering his knee presses to your cunt as you writhe, creating a friction that could make you see stars, but before you can set up a rhythm his hands are on your waist and pinning you to the ground.

'You know we can't, Princess.' His chest is flushed. The deep blush spreads, coating much of his neck and shoulders as he stares down at you like a man starved. 'It wouldn't be right.'

Your hands loop around his neck, clasp over soft ashen spikes and tug, forcing him to almost collapse onto you. His arms bow and he falls enough that you feel the delicious press of his swelling cock against your stomach. 'Why not?'

'You know why not.'

Arching up, you force him to feel the heat of your cunt where it matters and let out a pleased whine when his whole body shudders with the connection. 'It's not as if we're not going to -.' You try, fingers tangling into his hair as you try and piece together a winning argument for the reward your body craves.

'Princess.' There's an aching in his stomach that threatens his resolution and with each passing second his cock strains and pulses against the cotton for his breeches. Summoning the last of his retreating resolve, he cups your face in his palms and coo's. 'Baby...'

'I'm sick of waiting...' You pout, rocking back into him. 'Don't you want me?'

Katsuki groans, letting his forehead rest against yours. 'You can feel just how much I want you, don't be a brat.'

Your fingers itch at his nape, allowing you to encourage him low enough to press your lips back to his neck. 'Please. We've waited long enough, haven't we?'

Hauling in a breath, Katsuki squeezes his eyes shut, trying to ignore the dizziness that makes his head swim whenever he feels your breath fan across his skin. It feels as if his lungs have seized. His senses are tingling, his skin on fire as he tries to wriggle from your grasp. A growl bubbles up his throat. 'You know your entire line would have me skinned for this...'

'And when have you ever given a fuck about other people?'

His fingers twitch, the burning in his stomach almost molten as the next roll of your hips has his cock filling to full hardness. A smirk tugs at his lip as he chuffs. 'You have a point.'

You gasp, a moan shaking your chest as you pull him back down, bringing his lips to yours.

He indulges you, lets you slip your tongue into his mouth and swipe at his teeth before pulling back breathless. The buzzing in his head tempers with each passing second, your touch soothing the squirming in his chest.

'Give me your heir, Katuski...'

A deep rumbling groan rolls around his throat as he lowers himself onto his elbows. His resolve shatters, crumbling under the weight of his own need as he prays that no-one ever finds out that he's about to ruin decades of tradition. 'I'll give you everything... Anything you want, Princess.'

You gasp when he punctuates his sentence with a slow grind of his hips.

'Feel that?' He growls, lips almost touching your ear.

Hands tangling into his hair, you use the ashen spikes to pull his mouth back down to yours. What begins as a sweet kiss quickly turns hungry. You let him lick into your mouth and suck hard on his tongue when he curls it against your soft palate, desperate to taste him.

Pulling back, he bumps his nose against yours.

'Katsuki, please...' Shaky hands slink down his back and tug at the waistband of his breeches.

'Fuck, yeah. Okay. Fuck.' Shimmying off you, Katsuki slips back onto his haunches. He makes quick work of his leather belt before popping open the buttons of his breeches and working the material down his legs. He stumbles, struggling to free his feet.

'Katsuki...' You whine, arching up off the cape to be met with nothing. Rolling yourself over, you kneel to untie the lace at the back of your bodice, anxious to rid yourself of the fabric – to have him close again, closer than he's ever been. The struggle unbalances you, sending you to all fours. 'Katsuki, help – I -.'

'Fuck.' Kicking off his breeches at last, the air is kicked from his lungs when he finally fixes his eyes back on you. Your skirts have bunches around your waist, cascading down over your body exposing the rounded plush of your ass and covered cunt. Sinking his naked knee back into the cape, he crawls over to you.

You sigh when his palm comes to rest on your lower back, pushing your skirts further.

Swallowing hard, he lifts his hand again before reaching for the lacing of your bodice. 'Want me to take this off, that what you wanted?'

'Mmm...'

His fingers make quick work of the ribbon securing your bodice, unlacing it to allow you to wriggle free with minimal effort.

As soon as you're free of your dress, you're pressing yourself back to the cape. Left in only your underwear, you should feel exposed, but as soon as his fingers skim down the length of your spine the only thing you feel is desire.

Twisting his fingers in your bra, he unhooks it easily and leans down to press a kiss against your shoulder. The sight of you like this, ass held so high as you whine for him goes straight to his cock. It pulses against his boxers, weeping pre-cum into the material. 'So pretty... Beautiful.' He breathes.

You wiggle, swaying your hips slightly and you force your spine into a more defined arc.

Repositioning himself behind you, he slots your hips together before draping himself over you, covering your body with his. His chest presses to your back, his chin hooking over your shoulder as he rests his neck against yours to litter kisses over your jaw.

'You okay?' Katsuki mumbles, pecking at your cheek. One of his hands lifts from where it's dug into the ground beside your shoulder and comes to rest against your waist.

The warmth of his palm radiates through your side. Already you can feel arousal pooling in your underwear. It soaks through the cotton, tacking to your thighs as you press them together, rubbing as you try and gain a little release.

Katsuki snickers. His chest lifts from your back, his hand slipping further until his palm is skating over the swell of your ass. 'Fuck, Princess.'

The title makes you shiver. You push back against his hands, encouraging blunt fingers to dig into your skin. 'Please... I – I don't want to wait any more. I can't.'

'Can I – Can I turn you over, I want... Want to see you...' His mouth runs dry. Years of anticipation has led him here and now, he can feel his breath weighing down his tongue. 'I need to see you -.'

'Yes, yes – want to see you too -.' Your words die on your tongue as you feel Katsuki's weight leave you as he shuffles off of you, but before you can complain of his absence large hands are pulling at you and twisting, flipping you onto your back.

'Hi.' He breathes, cursing himself for his idiocy as his minds struggles to comprehend your beauty. The moon kisses your skin, bathing you in light that is only beaten back by his shadow as it looms over you. With his heart thrumming loud under his skin, he traces your curves before dragging his thumb down your cotton soaked folds. Swallowing a moan, he thumbs at you, exploring gently as you wriggle under him. Nervousness prickles down his arms, but his body moves on his own. It's strange he thinks, unlike what had been described by the knights and other men about the settlement. There's no violent desperation making him too dizzy to think, he's not lost in a mist of hormones intent on taking and chasing his own pleasure. Instead, he's calm, filled with something that begs him to take his time and savour the moment. He licks his lips. 'Gonna make you feel good, okay?'

A moan bubbles up your throat when you feel him peel your underwear down your legs, but his thumb never leaves your slit. Gentle circles are rubbed into your clit, drawing more desperate noises from you as your cunt pulses, begging for relief. 'I need – please...'

His answer comes in the form of two fingers pressing inside of you. Hissing, he takes his time opening you up. Your cunt is warm, soaking and clinging to his fingers as he rocks them in and out gently, causing more slick to drip down your thighs. Inside of his boxers, his cock twitches, fighting against it's confines.

The stretch of his fingers is a welcomed one. You rock yourself up against him, adding your own momentum to increase the subtle tension that is already building in your stomach. 'Need – need more...'

Swallowing the saliva that pools in his mouth, he blinks away the static that fills his head now that he can smell the sweet of your sex. How many times has he laid alone in bed and pictured this moment? 'Tell me..' He whispers. 'Tell me what you want?'

You don't even pause. 'Your cock – want – need your cock.'

He nods to himself as he slips his boxers down his thighs and takes himself in hand. Giving himself a few cursory pumps, he slips his fingers from your cunt to drag the tip of his cock through your folds. 'Fucking – Shit.' Gritting his teeth, he spits out profanities, hissing as he presses himself against your dripping slit.

Your whole body shakes, thighs trembling at the idea of being filled. You curve your spine, pushing your cunt upwards toward the cock that teases it. 'Please...' Your voice breaks, desperation blocking your throat as your words fade to a low moan.

'Ready?' His voice shakes. One of his hands is planted on your hip, blunt nails digging into the flesh as the other grips the base of his cock, squeezing viciously to stave off a premature end.

''m ready.'

And with that, he presses in.

You cry out, half with the pain of being stretched out on a cock for the first time in your life and half with the wave of pleasure that crashes into you, threatening to knock you out cold.

Bending to fit your body once again, he kisses the space between your eyes before feeding you another inch or so of his cock. He licks at his teeth. Logically, he knows that your body was made to take his cock, born to fit him perfectly, but he still finds himself stopping short-not-the less. Your cunt strains, stretches beautifully around everything you give him, but with only a few inches sunk in and a lot more to go, there's no doubt it'll be a tight fit. 'Gonna, gonna give you the rest now – okay. It's...' He bites his lip. 'It might, fuck, I don't want it to hurt, but – you're so fucking small – fuck – it's gonna -.'

You don't care. With your body thrumming, head hazy with pleasure, you want nothing, but the everything he promised you. 'Want it, please. I need you to...'

Pressing in, he bottoms out entirely and pauses, waiting for your body to readjust around the added girth. In the time in between, he reaches forward, collecting your hands in his and slots your fingers together.

All of your muscles scream. You can feel your cunt stretching, fluttering helplessly around his cock holding you open.

'Shit.' Katsuki's jaw is clamped shut so tight he can feel the ache in his neck. Your cunt squeezes him, massaging his cock as he shakes, trying to collect himself. 'Feels, Gods, you feel so good Princess. So, fucking -.'

A giggle manages to wriggle from your throat as your eyes meet his. They've blown, turned almost black with lust, but there's something more lingering in the fire there something deep and magnetic that refuses to let you look away. 'You too... Feels -.'

He cuts you off with a snap of his hips. His cock barely slips free of your cunt before he begins to rut back in, forcing himself deeper and deeper. Already he can feel his balls growing tight. The feel of you wrapped around him, begging, your thighs trembling fro him is almost too much to bare as he looses himself finally. 'Shit.' He spits, drawing his bottom lip between his teeth in a poor attempt to bite down the groans in his chest. 'Gonna cum – fuck – I'm gonna.'

It's hard to describe the euphoria that floods your system when you feel his cock pulse inside you. It's painful. It presses against your walls and forces you open, but Gods if it isn't the most perfect burn you've ever felt. He bottoms out when he cums, forcing you to feel every pulse, every jerk and kick of his cock as he hits a shuddering release. There's a soft crinkling at either side of his eyes, but you watch as he fights it, forcing them to stay open so you can watch him come undone completely. It's as if galaxies burst in his iris'. They shake, burning everything in their wake as he eats greedily away at the pleasure reflecting back at him.

Panting, he lets your body bare the brunt of his weight as one of his hands slip from yours and snakes around your hip. His fingertips tap at your clit before gaining purchase, allowing him to rub quick circles into the sensitive nub.

You scream. A jolt of pleasure like lightning is forced up through your body causing you to writhe and shiver. Your cunt tenses, milking at his cock as your eyes roll back in your head.

His mouth falls open as he watches you crest. Your eyes are glued to his, locked into the moment as he watches as your whole body, your mind, your heart is filled with nothing, but him. It takes his breath, lodges it in his throat as he comprehends his luck. Moments pass before he relearns how to speak: 'Good girl... Cum for me, that's it... Take me so well...' He swears he cums again from your orgasms pressure alone, but all he has left is a few shallow rocks of his hips as you ride out your high. 'You okay?' He kisses the skin between your shoulder blades.

Chuffing out something vaguely positive, you let your body slowly begin to sink back to cape. With his seed warm and pooling in your stomach, you grow tired, your limbs aching as the stress of the last few hours finally begins to catch up with you.

His hands smooth down your sides, pinching at your waist before he gently shifts back to pull out. The second his cock is clear of your cunt, his spend begins to trickle out of you. It drips down your folds, staining your skin white and his cock twitches pathetically at the sight. He licks his lips, shaking himself before sinking back to the comfort of the cape. 'C'mere...'

A hand rests against your shoulder, gently urging you onto him. There's a warmth enveloping you, wrapping you up as he presses his lips to your shoulder and fashions your dress into a half-hearted cover for the both of you. You sigh, content, even with ache between your legs and the stickiness covering your thighs.

'Was...' He presses a kiss to your shoulder. There's a fuzziness to his voice when he speaks. 'Was that okay?'

You wriggle, turning to face him and nuzzle into his neck. 'It was more than okay.'

There's something heavy shifting in his chest when he pulls you in and rests his chin atop your head. Your hands are warm as they press to his chest, your lips soft as they brush against the edges of his collarbone, but all that does is make the weight sink to his stomach. He'd imagined silken sheets and a warm bed would be involved when you had finally taken each other's virginities, thought at least the ring around your neck would finally be on your finger. None of his plans had involved this: A random summers night, the cold breeze and the dampness of the lake only a few feet away. He sighs. 'I wanted our first time to be perfect...'

You pull back, eyes searching his. 'It was perfect...' Reaching up, you brush his hair from his face and smile, before pressing a kiss softly to his mouth. 'It was always going to be perfect with you.'

Hoof beats. That is what you awake too, still naked and now cold in clearing by the lake. At once, Katsuki is on his feet and scrambling for his pants. He yanks them on, slipping his dagger into the waistband and turns, quickly bundling you up in his arms.

'Who is it?' Your heart is beating out of your chest as he helps you back into your dress, retying your bodice with efficient grace despite the horses drawing nearer. The dullness of sleep still clings to your limps as he wraps his cape around your shoulders and hurries you towards the tree line out of sight.

'Stay here.' He presses a short blade into your hands and a kiss to your lips before letting his thumb caress your cheek and then, he's gone.

From your hiding spot in the trees, all you can make out is the gleam from Katsuki's shoulders as he strides back out into the clearing, his palm resting on the pommel of the knife in his pants. You hear the two horsemen before they break back into view and one of them is shouting.

'Oh, thank the fucking Gods.'

Pausing, you bite your lip to steady your breathing and squint as if to hear better.

'We've been looking for you everywhere. I thought the worst, but – you're here... Is – Is the princess?' A pause. 'Where is your shirt? And why are you so flushed?'

'None of your fucking business...' Katsuki's voice is laden with anger, but it softens again when he draws back a few paces and catches you eye. He beckons you over with a wave and a curled finger, a small smile playing at his lip. 'It's safe. It's only your fool of a handmaid.'

There's an undignified yelp, quickly followed by a strained: 'I'm a man. Men can't be handmaids -.'

'That's not important, right now...'

Slipping from the tree line, you scurry toward Katsuki and fall quickly into his embrace. You nuzzle against his chest and nestle under his chin before turning on the two horsemen.

Sat atop a lithe palomino is Kaminari, your manservant from the manor. He flashes a smile, but the light doesn't quite meet his eyes. Clearing his throat, he gestures the knight beside him. 'This is Ashido Mina, a knight from -.'

'I know who the fuck she is. What are you doing here?' Katsuki barks, wrapping an arm a little more tightly around your shoulders.

'My Lord...' Mina bows as best she can with her steel chest plate and tugs softly on the extra rein in her hand. Despite already being mounted atop a black geldings, the knight has another horse trailing behind her in hand. The beast is dressed in full tack, although there is no third rider in the saddle. The woman grimaces, swallowing around her words.

Katsuki snaps. 'Spit it out for Gods sake.'

Mina does as she's told, wincing. 'Prince Izuku has returned.'

The blood in Katsuki's veins runs cold. He can feel his heart slamming against his chest, his fingers curling into your flesh and crushing you to him as the air is forced from his lungs.

'The guard are looking for you. I left as soon as I was able and headed straight for the manor, but when I couldn't find you I -.'

'She found me.' Kaminari cuts in. 'And I brought her here.'

Katsuki nods, but the movement feels disjointed. 'What of my birth-rite?'

'You've...' Mina sighs. 'You've been stripped of it, my lord. The council are calling you a traitor to the crown, they know you're not a true Midoriya. Prince Izuku is trying to calm the flames, but -.'

'Are they calling for my head?'

Mina's eyes hit the floor.

'Has news reached the manor? Her parents?'

'No.' Kaminari shakes his head. 'It takes a day for any messages to reach us from the city... They won't know until morning.'

Bile bubbles in your stomach as you try and keep track of the conversation happening around you. You can feel Katsuki's heart thumping against his ribs where you're pressed to him and reach up to lay a hand over it on his chest. 'What – what's going on?'

'Okay.' Nodding, he lets his hand slide down your arm until he can lace his fingers with yours. 'Okay...'

'Katsuki.' You squeeze his hand. 'Tell me what's going on.'

Forcing a breath out of his nose, he turns to face you, lacing your other hand with his. 'Have you ever wondered why my hair isn't green?'

Your brow furrows. 'What, what's that got to do with -.'

'My lord... We don't have time -.' Mina's steed paws at the floor under her, impatient.

Katuski scowls, but complies to her hurry. 'I'm a fraud. My mother was one of Queen Inko's handmaidens. I was orphaned when she died during childbirth. The queen took me in, raised me as one of her own. I was only ever supposed to be a prince with no true claim, but when that stupid Deku went missing there was no-one left to inherit the throne...'

Your brain whirs, trying and failing to slot the pieces into place, but even in your confusion you don't let go of his hand. 'It was a lie.'

'Not all of it.' He reaches up, releasing you only to smooth his knuckles across your cheek. 'My love for you is nothing, but true.'

Anxiety itches at your fingers as tears slip from your eyes, reality slipping into place as you catch up with the pace of the world spinning around you. 'They're... They're going to kill you, aren't they? Because – because they've found out.'

He shakes his head, letting his forehead touch yours. 'I'm not going to give them the chance.'

'My Lord.' Mina hisses through clenches teeth. She turns over her shoulder, squinting into the darkness around the lake.

'I have to go.' Katsuki whispers.

Bringing your hands up to cover his, you let tears slip from your eyes. It feels as if your world is crumbling beneath your fingertips and you're powerless, set adrift from what was once your perfect life. Your fingers dig into the back of his hands. 'No.'

'I have to...'

'Then take me with you.' You bring your eyes to his, forcing him to see the storms inside of them.

'And have them accuse me of kidnap too?' Katsuki chuffs, forcing the noise through clenched teeth.

'I -.' Tears fall freely from your eyes now, carving out rivers in your cheeks as you cling tighter to him.

A faint rumbling builds in the distance. It steals your moment, forcing everyone into high gear.

'No.' Katsuki growls.

Mina shifts in her saddle. 'We need to go if we have any hope of making it across the border before they reach us. Now, my lord.'

'Okay, fuck, okay.' Nodding, he pulls you in pressing his lips against yours. He pours himself into the kiss, hoping, praying that you can understand everything he doesn't have time to say. 'I'll see you again, Princess.'

'I love you.' You lick tears from your lips, clinging to him hopelessly as he moves to take the rein's of the gelding in Mina's hand. Breathing hard, you will yourself to release him as he yanks at the horses stirrups, bounces twice on the floor and throws his legs over it's hindquarters.

'I love you too.' Reaching back down, Katuski takes your cheek.

Mina wipes a tear from her eye, biting her lip as she watches you cling to each other, shaking and lost in the face of this sudden goodbye. 'I'll protect him with my life, Princess.'

Her words warm your heart, although it does little to give you hope. 'Wait...' You reel back from Katsuki's hand and snatch at the chain around your neck. Pulling the ring out of the line of your dress, you slip it's chain over your head and lift up onto your lip toes to loop it around his neck.

Katsuki bites his tongue, but the pain isn't enough to stop the tears from swelling past his eyelids. He nods, unable to find the words for the Hell unleashes in his chest.

'This fate of yours...' You swallow. 'It best bring you back to me.'

He snorts, wrapping a hand at the back of your neck to pull you into one final, lingering kiss. The noise is getting louder, the guard undoubtedly only a few miles out and gaining, quickly. Sitting up in the saddle, Katsuki reins about the gelding and offers you a smile. 'I love you.'

'I love you.'

'You best make sure she makes it back safely.' Turning on Kaminari, Katuski fixes him with a glare.

'I will...' Sniffling, Kaminari beckons you closer. He slips his foot from his stirrup and leans down, helping tug you onto the saddle behind him. No sooner have you got yourself situated, your skirts bunched up and draped over the palomino's hind than Katsuki and Mina and preparing to flee.

'Princess.' He calls over his shoulder, pulling his horse in a small circle.

'Don't say goodbye.' You shake your head, silencing him quickly. 'Fate, remember.'

He smiles, lets a new tear slink down his cheek and nods. 'Until it brings us back together...'

And, then... He's gone, swallowed by the night as he rides away from a life that was never his to begin with.

-> Masterlist

#bakugo x reader #bakugo smut #bakugo x reader smut #saturnscribbles #saturnsorbits

2K notes · View notes

saturnsorbits · 2 years

Text

Shadows

Fandom: My Hero Academia, Warnings: Dark Content, NonCon to Con-NonCon, Villain!Kirishima (Blood Riot), Villain!Bakugo (Ground Zero), Rough Sex, Audio Voyeurism, Forced Breeding, A Smidge of Suggested KiriBaku. If I’ve Missed Anything Please Let Me Know! Word Count: 4.1k.

Summary: Blood Riot has a bone to pick with your boyfriend, but neither of you could have guessed it would also help you both indulge in a dark fantasy.

-> This piece contains DARK CONTENT - please heed the warnings <-

A/N: Just a quick thank you to @/kingkatsuki (not tagging bc I don’t want to be a bother 😅) for giving this a little read over a few months ago. Her comments where an invaluable comfort and lead me to re-write this piece with (hopefully) a little more spice. It’s still not as ‘dark’ as I’d like, but I’m trying. Okay, guys 🤣

Having such an incredible person, not only as a fellow writer, but as a friend is honestly more than I could ask for. Jo is one of the most amazingly talented people i’ve ever met and one of the nicest, most encouraging people on this whole damn site to boot. She’s a credit to all of us, the community and the characters she writes for. We’re not worthy of her, truly. Thank you, Jo! 💕

Your keys are clutched in your fist before you even leave the building. The metal is cold against your skin as you readjust your grip, the slender stem of the mortice key sticking out from just below your curled palm. Excitement thrums in your veins.

'Do'ya need me to walk you home?' Your colleague, Mirio, smiles pressing a palm to the glass of the lobby door. He stands aside, letting you pass.

'Best not.' You arc your eyebrows, shifting your weight from one foot to the other, anxious to get going.

'It's just – It's dark and y'know...' He swallows, throat bobbing as he flashes a grin and steps closer lowering his voice to a whisper. '… That villain was seen a few blocks from here. You don't want to risk running into the likes of him on your own.'

You resist the urge to laugh, biting down on your lip hard to stop the chuckle that threatens to bubble up your throat. That, you don't tell him, is exactly what you want. 'I'll be fine.'

'Are you sure?' Pulling a hand from his pocket, Mirio reaches out tapping his fingers against your elbow. 'I'm pretty good company.'

Forcing a smile to your lips, you take a measured step away. 'I'm meeting my boyfriend. I think I'll be fine.'

Instantly, Mirio's face bursts into flames. 'Oh.' He looks at his shoes, then back up again – a faint dusting of rose still clear on his cheeks.

'Well, I should get going then. Make sure you get home safe, yeah?'

'See you next week.' Throwing up a small wave, you turn, not bothering to wait for him to return your pleasantry before you're almost bolding down the road.

It's a nice-enough night. There are a few clouds lingering in the sky, dragged along by a steady breeze that bites at the tips of your elbows and knees. Quiet consumes the street, broken only by the distant hum of a late-night taxi fare and the consistent tap-tap-tap of your heels as you hurry as fast as your half-freezing legs can carry you.

You're barely half-way home when something moves in the darkness behind you. The pool of light offered by the street-lamps are no match for the pitch that obscures anything more than a few feet from each island of safety. Even if you wanted to see anything lingering in the night, you're not sure you'd be able to.

Swallowing, you resist the urge to run as your senses kick into high-gear. With your heart jack-rabbiting in your chest, it's hard to hear the tell-tale crunching of boots on concrete, but you know they're there. Hauling in a breath, you clutch your keys tighter and then, take a very deliberate left turn down a thin, dingy alleyway. You're barley a dozen steps in when you hear the footsteps stop. A shadow looms over you, blocking out the fragile light of the moon. The hairs on your body prickle as goose-flesh coats your arms, but you don't turn around: not yet.

'What do we have here?'

The voice sends a shiver of pure ice down your spine. Your throat constricts, stomach dropping through the floor as a new, very real fear wraps around your lungs.

That isn't the voice of your boyfriend.

Within seconds the footsteps start up again. They creep forward, each step bringing with it the grind of rubber and the dull clank of metal. The shadow on the concrete stretches, swelling as it swallows more and more of the alleyway in front of you. 'Dangerous for a silly, little thing like you to be out this late. Didn't anyone tell you...'

You can feel his breath on your neck as he spits his words onto your skin. There's a low growl, something that reverberates in his throat and then he's leaning down and speaking right beside your ear. '… There's a villain on the loose.'

Spinning on a heel, you readjust your keys in your hand before driving the blunt edge of your key into his chest, but as soon as it collides with hardened skin it snaps.

There's a low chuckle from above you. 'Got some fight in you, huh?’

Your mouth runs dry.

Blood Riot is a sight to behold. Towering above you with ease, his chin tilted down, you can just make out the flash of a dark, split tongue as he flicks it out to lick at his teeth. A mane of deep red frames his face, falling down his back in rough waves that cut off just below his shoulders. His costume leaves little to the imagination, giving you full view of his broad chest and the thick layer of black hair that trails between bulging muscles before dipping below the waistband of his belt.

'Am I a disappointment?' He cocks his head. 'You where expecting someone else, weren't you?.. Ground Zero is a little tied up, I'm afraid.'

'He knows I'm here...' Taking another step backwards, you try and control the hammering in your chest. 'He'll -'

'Oh, sweetheart.' Sucking air over his teeth, Kirishima groans before crowding you in. He pins you to the wall effortlessly, a large hand around the base of your neck. There's no pressure, not yet, but that doesn't stop him from squeezing experimentally with thick fingers to hear you squeak. 'He isn't coming to save you...' He leans in, breathing on your cheeks. 'You see... Your little boyfriend has been getting in my way. I’ve tried to warm him, sweetheart, I have, but you know how stubborn he can be and now… Well, now I think it's time I taught him a lesson.'

'What did you...' The stone in your stomach sinks making swallowing difficult, but even before you've attempted to lift your leg to kick out at him, he's pressing his bulk against you.

Calloused fingers drag up the outside of your thigh, catching against the hem of your skirt and dragging the material upwards. 'Lucky for me, it looks like having a big, bad villain for a boyfriend is making you get a bit brave walking about in the dark.' A smile curls his lip showing pointed teeth that shine centimetres from your face. 'It's almost as if you're looking for trouble, huh?'

'Please.' Fear drips down your spine until it begins to pool in your stomach. You squeeze your eyes shut, feeling the heat of him press in and radiate through your body. Hand reaching for your pocket, you struggle to pat at the side of your jacket trying and failing to place your phone.

'Nah-ah-ah.' Kirishima slips the device from your fingers before they even gain purchase. His hand tightens around it, hardened skin rippling as his fist cracks, but before he can crush the thing entirely, he relaxes again. 'Actually...'

Licking the top row of his teeth, something vicious flashes in his eyes as he drops the device to your hand and forces your thumb against it. Keeping one hand clenched around your throat, he scrolls through your phone lazily before grinning and lifting it to his ear. He bites his lip and rocks his eyes upwards as the dull ringing of a phone-call drifts through the speakers.

'Fuck... Fuck, baby – baby, are you -.' Bakugo sounds like he's been running. His breath hitches on each inhale, the exhales rough and shaky as he grunts and swallows down spit.

'N'aww, are we doing pet names now... Honey?' Kirishima's voice is sickly sweet when he giggles down the phone, tilting his head and narrowly avoiding twisting his hair around a finger.

Metal rattles, the sounds of struggling growing louder until a rage-filed snarl echoes over the line. 'Riot, what the fuck did you do?'

'Oh, so that's a no on the pet names?'

'I swear if you hurt a fucking hair on her head, I will -.'

'Baby...' Kirishima purrs. 'I'm not going to hurt her... 'm going to fucking ruin her.' Turning his attention back on you, he pushes in close making sure you can feel the large swell of his cock as it fills out his pants. It had taken weeks for him to think up an appropriate punishment for Bakugo's little trespasses, but now watching as fear swims in your eyes, he's very glad he landed on this.

Bakugo yells, thrashing violently, but any words are lost to his anger.

'You'll never make it in time, princess...' Leaning in, Kirishima breathes over your neck nosing at the turn of your jaw close enough that he knows your squeaking is seeping down the phone and into Bakugo's ears on the other end. He flicks the call to speaker. '… So, I think you should just sit tight and enjoy the show.' Slipping the phone into your shaking hand, he lifts your arm until the speaker is in line with the side of your mouth. He pecks the tip of your nose. ‘Now hold that steady for me so Princess can hear all your pretty little sounds, okay.’ A smile flickers across his face, but it quickly turns sour as hardened cracks fragment his features. ‘Drop it and you won’t like what happens.’

With your heart jack-rabbiting and fear keeping you still, you can’t do anything, but nod. A trail of Bakugo’s expletives seep from the phone, quickly followed by a ragged:

‘I’m coming, baby. Shit. Okay? I’m coming!’

Kirishima’s cock twitches in his pants, leaking a thick stream of pre-cum into his boxers as the combined desperation of you and Bakugo leaks into the air. You sounds so helpless, so weak and easy, ripe for the taking. A chuckle bubbles up his throat as he sinks to his knees with a sickening crunch and all but tears your skirt from your hips. The material hangs limply at either side of your thighs, exposing the thin lace of your underwear. His cock jumps again. 'Now...' Leaning in, he breaths in your cunt relishing in the sweetness as it hits his nose. 'Be a good girl and let me have a taste, yeah?'

You're wet. You can feel it, the steady thrum of your heartbeat as it migrates south and causes you to drip helplessly into your underwear. It sickens you, makes you want to scream, but for some reason... You don't. Instead, it’s a moan that leaps from your lips and meets a cursed ‘Fuck’ from Bakugo’s end.

'No.' Your hand shoots down to his head, nails dragging viciously across his scalp as you fist red locks and attempt to force him back. It takes all of your strength to push him back a few centimetres and even then, your arms shake with the effort. You wriggle, trying to use the solidness of the wall behind you for added leverage, but even that doesn't shift him. 'No. Stop... Please. Stop.'

He growls, ignoring the burning on his head to surge forward again. He mouths at you over the lace of your underwear, using his tongue to taste what little of your slick leaks through.

You squeeze your thighs together and pull at him again, trying in vain to keep your cunt from his face. There's a bottomless well of fear in your stomach, but with each lick of his tongue down your slit, it fills with lust as your body betrays you.

'It's kind of cute.' Chuffing, he plants a soft kiss on your thigh and follows it with a harsh nip. 'You thinking you've got any choice here.' His hands slide up your legs, thumbs twisting against your pelvis to pin you down before he forces your thighs aside and slings them lazily over his shoulders.

A yelp leaves your throat as you're hauled further up the wall and held there. With your thighs held apart by his head, his hands creep further up your body. One stays put at your pelvis, stopping your attempts to buck yourself off your new found podium, while the other stretches up to grip the collar of your shirt. He rips the material with little qualm, his palm instantly ducking under your bra to grope at your chest.

'That's better.' Diving into your cunt, he uses his teeth to tear through your underwear before flicking his tongue against your clit. He's ravenous. The dull beating of your fist on the back of his neck are mere annoyances, the broken bleating of your chorus of 'No, please, stop' nothing, but an encouragement that makes his cock bob.

Your cunt clenches, desperate as his tongue slips between your folds and you cry out, unable to silence it behind your lips. 'Stop – Fuck – Please... I – Don't... I'll do anything, just – stop, please. You don't have to.. I'll tell Katsuki to stop... Please.' You're a broken record, but the words spill over your lips as you force your body to struggle on, wiggling only to be pinned down harder in retaliation. Panicked, the phone slips from your hand and clatters to the floor as you try with the strength of both arms to shove him away. It doesn’t work.

He pops off your clit and licks his lips. There’s a darkness consuming the red of his eyes when he glares up at you between your legs. ‘I told you not to drop that…’

‘I -.’ There’s a storm in your chest, one that has you almost delirious with fear. ‘I’m sorry. I -.’

Clenching his jaw, Kirishima licks a thick stripe up your slit and revels in the way your eyes almost roll back in your head. ‘I’ll forgive it, this time, but now I’m going to have to fuck you even harder so your little boyfriend can still hear me using his toy. Okay?’

Your nose flares, cunt clenching and dropping onto his knees below. The words this time run on a frantic loop in the back of your head.

The pressure of your thighs squeezing his head is making him dizzy, but that's nothing compared to the violent wave of lust that threatens to consume him when he looks up and sees the tears wetting your cheeks. He's sure you haven't even noticed, too overcome with the way his tongue had been carving out a space inside, but that just gives him an idea. Leaning over to towards the discarded phone, he shouts. 'Your girl tastes good, baby...'I do have a question though, you ever fuck her so hard she cries? Or, is my tongue just that good.'

'Riot... I fuck -.' An small explosion interrupts his words, quickly followed by another. The footsteps stop. On the line, Bakugo's voice is quieter, hoarse as he pants and fumbles with something… ‘Shit. I -.’ Skin slips against skin. Bakugo’s breath hitches. ‘I’ll be there, baby. I’m coming - okay… I -.’

There's a smirk overtaking his feature's at once. 'I'm impressed you managed to escape. Shall we see if I can make her cum on my cock before you get here?' Releasing your hip he's quick to unzip his pants and pull himself free. The cold air hits his cock, making him hiss, but he doesn't waste any more time before he's standing and taking you with him.

You're bent in half as he stands. Your legs slip off his shoulders, only to get trapped between your chest and his and you have to bite your lip as your muscles complain at the stretch. A wave of excitement rocks through you as he man-handles you, bends and positions you any way he pleases without so much as a request. It makes your stomach writhe into knots and your thighs shake with anticipation of his next move.

'Sounds like your boyfriends a little caught up, sweetheart.’ There’s a knowing flash in his eyes. ‘Shame he's not gonna get here in time.' Leaning in close, he gropes at your ass, squeezing plush flesh in his hand before wrapping a hand around his cock. He gives himself a cursory tug, smooths his shaft with the thick pre-cum coating the tip and lines himself up. 'Gonna make such a pretty little cock sleeve for me, baby. Aren't you?' He breathes it against your ear wrapped in a moan before forcing the tip past your entrance.

You scream. 'No – fuck, big, too, too big. It's...' Words jam in your throat as new tears spring to your eyes. 'It hurts... Fuck, please – it hurts.' His cock bullies its way inside of you, stretching your cunt to fit. It burns, stings as the head presses to your cervix and then, all you feel is pure, blinding pleasure. A moan bubbles over your lips, transforming into another dull scream.

He shushes you gently, pressing a soft kiss to the corner of your mouth. Rolling his hips once, he forces you to feel him, forces you to hiccup and swallow down the shake in your body as he carves out a new space inside of you. 'You can take it, baby, c'mon... Open up for me, that’s a good girl.'

From the phone, a garbled cry drifts into the air. The noise makes Kirishima smile, even if you’re too entrenched in the feel of him to notice.

Deep red lines blemish his skin as you scratch and tear at his shoulders. You're helpless, but that doesn't stop you trying. This, like all of your other theatrics, does little to phase him, even when your nails break the skin and you swear you can feel his cock jump inside of you when you get desperate and claw at his neck.

'Look at you...' You're squeezing him already, your thrashes weakening by the second as moans and yelps pool in your throat. The tears have made your eyes glassy and dug out divots in your foundation, causing your cheeks to grow streaky with skin and smeared mascara, but he can't help thinking that you look beautiful like this. 'Already cock-drunk... What happened to that fight, huh? Just took a decent cock and you're panting like a bitch.' His tongue creeps from behind his lips, licking up the stream of wet that trails down your cheek. 'You hear that, Princess? Hear how pretty she's singing for me?'

From his pocket more explosions sound, dull expletives slipping into the air. It sounds like Bakugo is finally running again.

Nothing breaks through the fog and hiccups blocking your throat. He's right. You're cock-drunk. Totally at his mercy as your cunt clings to him, drooling as it takes everything he has to give. Thoughts of Bakugo cloud your mind. He's out there, now... Racing across the city to save you and yet… Part of you isn't sure you want to be saved.

Pleasure bubbles violently inside of you as you're given more than you've ever had to take, but with each rough thrust, each burning moan earned from your chest you're unable to deny how fucking good he feels. You moan, freely, for the first time letting your head rock back as his cunt presses to the spongy parts of your cunt and makes you feel like you might burst.

'Fuck.' He hisses when you clench around him, but doesn't stop. He can't. It's too good. Mind racing, he fucks up into you with increasingly rough thrusts, not caring about how deeply he's plunging inside of you: you're here to be used after all. A growl bubbles in his chest as he feels the tell tale tug of his balls pulling taught. 'You're gonna look so good dripping with me.'

His words feel like ice water down your back. 'No.' Your breath catches in your throat and you hope it sounds more like fear that the violent excitement that clenches in your stomach. 'No, please. Not inside – don't. I don't -.'

Knocking his forehead against yours, he barres his teeth, ignoring your pleas. 'Gonna give you and Zero a little Riot, huh? No way I'm pulling out of this, baby. No fucking way.'

Your orgasm takes you out of nowhere. It crashes against you in waves, causing your head to bang back against the wall as you cunt milks him, almost begging for his release. The force of it makes your head swim as he fucks your through it, prolonging your high for what feels like infinity. You're shaking, you're sure of it, your nails biting into the skin of his shoulders as you quake and shiver, eyes rolling back and straining the muscle behind.

'Look at you, look – ah, shit.' His hips stutter for a moment, stilling as his cock spurts into life coating your insides with thick, creamy white. He's not sure if it was the fucked-out look in your eyes as you came harder than he's ever seen or if it's the power that courses through him having you pinned and vulnerable like this, but he has to harden his knees to keep him upright. With a final thrust, he stills completely struggling to catch his breath.

It's weak, a noise sounding more like a whimper than words that echoes in the back of your throat. You're not sure what you're asking for. If your asking for him to finally let you go or pick you up again and fuck his cum back into you against the wall.

'Good girl.' Reaching up, he grips you by the chin, squashing your cheeks together before pressing a kiss to your mouth. His tongue slips in soon after, pinning yours down in some show of awkward dominance. Pulling back, he lowers you gently back to the floor and removes his cape. There's a vicious smile on his lips when he wraps it around you, shielding your modesty.

You don't shy away. There's one million emotions seeping through your body, but not one of them is bad. You ache, pleasantly, and the warmth of Kirishima's hands is too alluring to ignore when he smooths them down your sides.

'You enjoyed that, didn't you, Sweetheart?'

Swallowing, you try not to think of how scared you'd been when he'd first cornered you... Of how the fear had melted away as his cock stretched you out; of how knowing Bakugo was listening had made you whine louder, needier - wanting him to hear just how good this other man was fucking you.

'Admit it.'

'I -.' Saying it makes it real, but the words slip off of your tongue anyway. 'I enjoyed it.'

A sigh breeches Kirishima's lips as he leans down and places a final soft kiss to your lips. 'Bakugo's got himself a dirty bitch, huh? Fuck.' He kisses you again, indulging this time. 'The things I'd do to a girl like you, the things I'd let you do to me...'

'Kirishima!' Bakugo skids to a stop at the mouth of the ally. An explosion lights the night behind him as he throws himself forward, not stopping for a second as he collides solidly with Kirishima's chest and sends the man flying to the floor. He lands on top of him, thighs bracketing his waist as he reels back an arm.

'So we're not doing pet names, but we are doing names...' Kirishima is still smiling, even as Bakugo's fist collides with his face. His neck cracks sideways, but he catches the second punch before it can do any actual damage.

'I'm going to fucking murder you, you piece of -.' There's flame almost engulfing his fist, but each spark dies as it hits the hard of Kirishima's hand. Clenching his jaw, he shifts himself forward attempting to force the other man to release him.

With raised eyebrows, Kirishima chuckles as he feels something hard poke at the underside of his pec. Glancing down, it's impossible not to notice the darkening patch on the crotch of Bakugo's pants, of how his cock strains the material and twitches. 'Looks like you enjoyed yourself too...'

'You -.' Bakugo's cheeks are burning, his jaw clenched tight as he battles the emotions flaring in his chest. How the fuck was he supposed to rationalise the cum staining his boxers, the fact that your moans had made him hard, that he'd had to stop to fuck his fist when your whines had grown heavy with pleasure...

Reaching down, Kirishima strokes the still-hard length of Bakugo's cock and collects the little dampness he can before popping his fingers into his mouth and groaning. 'I think... The Princess enjoyed himself too. Huh? Maybe we should go again and make you watch…’

You sink to your knees beside Kirishima and reach out to run a finger down Bakugo's cock making his hiss. This time, when the word drops from your lips, it isn't encased in fear and panic – it's lined with excitement and promise. You blink up at Bakugo: 'Please.'

-> Masterlist

#saturnscribbles #kirishima smut #kirishima x reader smut #tw: noncon #tw: connoncon #tw: blood riot #blood riot x reader smut #tw: dark content

511 notes · View notes