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katsukikitten · 4 months

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Men suck! So why not drain their bank accounts for wasting your time?! It would be foolish not to. Even more foolish to push the buttons of a very powerful man in the underground world of Tokyo.

But hey wait! He messaged you first! He wanted you to be his sugar baby so badly it makes him look stupid!

Although Bakugou Katsuki is anything but stupid.

It was supposed to be an easy mark. He followed all of the rules of the unspoken game between sugar baby and sugar daddy. He reached out to you first. He set the time and place for the first date and he asked about your pricing.

To which you told him was a steep two thousand consultation.

Immediately there was a notification with your fee plus a little extra for the expedited meeting in your bank account before he messaged you again.

Wear somethin nice.

His profile was vague as most marks were. Choosing to keep their identity a secret, embarrassed to have to buy a woman's time with their endless cash flow for one reason or another.

Some because of their looks, some their abhorrent attitude, some because they were too busy drowning in their work and some because they just couldn't be bothered for much of anything real only to fall in love after the third date thinking they could buy your heart like they did everything else.

Because at the end of the day all of these marks had something in common. Something to exploit.

They were all terribly lonely.

And despite how forward this mark is, like others have been before him, he was no exception to this rule.

You roll your eyes as you doll up for tonight's meeting. You always wore something nice and appropriate for the setting yet undeniably sexy. Something that made every eye rove over you with the heated gaze of envy. Something that made you everything those men wanted you to be.

A trophy, a status symbol, a yes I'm fucking that.

Scrolling his profile or lack thereof, a little bit more in an attempt to be his perfect baby girl. Knowing that to have a good long lasting con to afford you the luxuries you sat in now, you had to shed your true skin and stuff yourself into something two sizes too small.

Because all men expected that of all women. Of anything of their desire. One must cut away the truest, deepest parts of themselves in order to hold a man's attention span for longer than five minutes. The second you start to look anything relatively human and anything more than a walking sex kitten or cock sleeve is the second they lose interest.

A man often times doesn't want to actually fill the loneliness, not with anything long term, they just want to relieve the ache in their cock.

At least that's all you've ever known and so who was anyone to judge you to exploit them how they exploited others.

Smiling at your reflection as you apply dark eyeliner to your lid, dragging it across your lash line as you go for a more noire mysterious look since you cannot find out much about your potential benefactor. Not that that worried you, you'd worn many skins before.

A recently divorcee, a 'single mom', but most benefactors liked a heavy power imbalance. They lived for the broke college girl act. Showing up in threadbare dresses that were still cute in an old shit box car you'd borrow from a friend and some classical piece of literature those fucks could recognize but knew they'd never read.

Mostly you figured they enjoyed that broke college girl act because they felt they were "helping you build a solid future" all while neglecting their own real daughters at home that they constantly compared you to. Showed you pictures of, similar in age to you and you'd have to stamp down the disgust at these men who probably didn't even know their real baby girl's favorite color.

Absolving themselves of guilt you supposed.

However this new benefactor was something to be excited about, mostly because of the unknown that he seemed to shroud himself in. No interests filled in, no movies or hobbies or songs that he likes.

Not even a profile picture or his name. Just GZ for now and when you checked the banking information on your wire in, it didn't give you any real leads. Received from a business or estate account that google results had no address or number for.

Only his age, 32. Three years your senior.

Which wasn't too bad of a gap well to you anyway, he saw your age as 25 because anything older than that, even one fucking year, men's interest dropped by sixty percent.

Another message comes through the little app.

GZ: Give me your number.

Aggressively forward as you giggle to yourself reading the message, let the read receipts show your interest when you lock your phone and don't reply. Taking the time to apply a nice dark shade of lipstick that made your mouth absolutely sinful as you wore a skin much too close to the real you. Going to your closet for your dress, knowing he was taking you to a very expensive, very highly rated restaurant, most likely to both flaunt and prove he has money.

Zipping up the velvet body con dress with a halter top, the hem stopped just above the knee and you knew it would ride up when you sat down or walked in your black heels with the pearl strap. Pulling on bicep length lace gloves and putting on an onyx ring on your middle finger before adding your pearl necklace to make a suggestion of what he could do to you at the very steep price of seven thousand dollars.

Some men even paid it and even asked to do it in the parking causing them to pay an expedited fee of four thousand. It meant nothing to you and every bit of power they thought they held over you to them.

Opening a drawer to your vanity all with unused pairs of underwear. Choosing a black lacey pair where the ass would be half exposed by lace and strings digging around for the to go tide pen so you could lightly bleach the crotch to make it seem as if they'd been worn all damn day "just for him"

Fuckin gag me.

Your phone pings again, another notification from the SDSB app.

GZ: I don't like waiting, Sweetheart, give me your number.

This time you reply but only after looking over your outfit in the mirror, debating if he'd be into stockings and ripping them before you realize it might make you look a little too conservative for his tastes.

Bbgrl: tell me what GZ stands for and I'll give you those special digits

GZ: I don't barter

Bbgrl: Everything comes at a cost. You know this otherwise you wouldn't be messaging me.

You watch the bouncing bubbles pop up before his quick reply.

GZ: Ground Zero

GZ: Now give me your fuckin number Princess.

Bbgrl: maybe in person, Mr Zero.

Not giving away your actual number was your number one rule and because the last sugar daddy you cut off went full tilt you had to disconnect your other phone and just hadn't had a chance to get a burner yet.

Picking up a small clutch purse you shove inside your lipstick for the night, your phone, the doctored pair of underwear and you don't even bother to bring any sort of wallet.

Walking to a public place a block or so from your luxury condo before you flag down a cab giving them the address as the man smiles down at your cleavage. Enjoying the view in the rearview and it's a wonder he doesn't crash and kill you both. Leaning down to meet his gaze with a disarming smile, wearing a skin to protect both you and him from harm as you force a giggle.

"Eyes on the road silly." When really you wanted to take the knife strapped to your ribs and slit his throat for thinking he even deserved to stare at you like that.

You wore this dress for attention yes but there is a fine line between appreciation of a body and straight up eye fucking you.

And just because you wore this dress didn't give him the right to stare. Counting down from ten as you have pretty visions of gouging his eyes out only for him to pull up right to the restaurant, acting as if he was going to get out and help you.

"No need." You smile politely, "And the fare?"

You look at the triple zeros and his eyes flash to it in embarrassment, so busy eating you alive with his eyes he forgot to start it.

"On the house for a pretty lady."

Forcing a smile as you give him a thanks, leaving the cab as quickly as you can before you walk inside, twenty minutes late for the date.

Tardiness was a big part of the game, whether it agitated them or made them anxious, it would certainly place a little more power on your initial interaction. Gaging their reaction to your power play always determines how you'll respond. Clueless, lost, down right stupid.

The hostess gives you a warm smile as she welcomes you into the restaurant asking of your party size. You're quick to tell her you're here for GZ.

"Or maybe under the name Ground Zero if the initials are too vague." You smile and watch the hostess blanche a moment before she fixes her face.

"Right this way." Expect she doesn't lead you all the way over there, stops just before the darker corner of the restaurant making a gesture with her hands and you chalk it up to nerves. That maybe he owned the whole fucking restaurant.

Watching his large palm swirl a bourbon straight, watch his other heavily ringed hand card through his ash blonde locks.

"Mr Zero?" You ask with a cat like smile, coming to stand beside the table. He glares up at you either oblivious or acting it as you wait for him to pull out your chair.

"Yer fuckin late Princess." He doesn't wait you out though can tell from a glance you'll stand there with your sexy ass heels rooted to the hardwoods of the restaurant before you'd ever sit down. He doesn't give in, this just happened to give him a chance to show his stature. He slams his drink down, clattering the water glasses and your wine glass filled with a pinkish color. Most likely something sweet. For a moment it makes you wonder if he read your profile considering most men didn't bother and showed it often on their first dates that they hadn't when they ordered you red wine. Which you had as your top dislike.

When he rises he's much much bigger than you. Tall enough you have to crane your head up to look at him, broad shoulders and now that he's fully facing you you can see his scarred face. A deep fissure of discolored skin from just over his eyebrow cutting through his eye flaring over his cheek before tapering off at his throat before it meets another deep scar that's hidden under his shirt.

He didn't even bother with a dress jacket, only a dress shirt, black, with the sleeves rolled up to his elbows exposing his tattoos and even more scars, his black vest if swirling velvet on the front only emphasizes his broad chest and tapered waist.

He stands there a moment watching you take him in and he cannot lie he is surprised. Most women cowarded at his size especially when they see his scar and his half clouded bromine eye but you just smile. Maybe even a bit of excitement flashed in your eyes but you stand unmoving still that fuckin cat smirk on your dark stained lips.

"My chair, Mr Zero." You remind him and he snarls, leaning in close to your face tipping your chin up to him. It's here you realize how large his hands are, especially when the other settles at your ribcage a moment. You just hope he doesn't feel the knife nestled there and take it as a threat to himself.

"I told you I didn't like waiting." He growls, "So what makes you think Imma continue this date?"

"You're still here aren't you? Besides," You half guide him by moving your face gently from his grip, stepping towards your chair and he follows, "You wouldn't want to cancel a date with such a pretty girl would you?"

"A pretty woman." He corrects with a growl, pulling back your chair and shoving it in roughly when you sit, leaning behind you to whisper in your diamond clad ear, "Yer no girl that's for sure."

As if to say a predator recognizes a predator but you feign ignorance.

"Year?" You ask, smelling your wine before taking a sip. It's fruity, peach you realize with hints of citrus and angel food cake.

"Didn't ask." He bites waiting for you to ask where the menus were, he makes eye contact with the waiter to signal to start their meals. Oblivious, you take another sip of this amazingly delicious wine.

"Bit of a dessert wine isn't it?" You comment, usually men would blunder by now realizing they aren't as prestigious or well versed as they pretended to be but this man proves to be different once again.

"Peach pairs well with spicy and smokey." Glaring right back at you before a mean smile curls his lips, "Unless ya lied twice on your profile."

You set the wine glass down thanking the waiter when they leave fresh bread. Zero is faster than you grabbing for the crusty pre dinner treat as he butters the rich white center before placing the slice on your plate before starting his own.

"Hmm, I haven't lied on my profile." You refuse to touch his offering for now.

"Sweetheart, you may look twenty five but I know that you're closer to thirty than what you want to admit." There's that cruel smile of his again.

"It's quite rude to make a woman seem older than what she is. Touchy subject ya know?" Going back to sipping your wine as you've decided you may need a buzz to endure this date, "Or maybe you don't have a lot of experience with women. Is that why I'm here?"

Smirking over the vein protruding from his throat but the satisfaction only lasts so long, thoughts rounding back to wondering how the fuck he knew your real age and so quickly.

Suddenly you feel his fingers wrapping around the back of you knee as he pulls you forward leaning over the table.

"Haaah? Ya think I don't have experience with women? Oh sweetheart I could have you begging to take my cock in this bathroom in under ten minutes. But I need you for somethin else." He lets his bruising grip go when he sees a flash of the real you, sees your pretty lip snarl in disgust before you fix your face so quickly it would have him wondering if he ever saw that snarl or not.

He thinks he likes this version more than what his right hand picked out from your profile.

Your profile was vague but your photo album was filled with a lot of photos that men could easily project on or imagine themselves with you. Looking demure, easy going, a submissive.

Really Bakugou can tell you're a fucking brat at best and far from demure.

"Is that true Mr Zero? Sex on the first date is quite expensive." You smile cutely, make it a giggle all while the steak knife whispers to you that it belonged shoved through his hand on the table.

"I bet it is sweetheart." He spits back.

"So…our contract?" You're ready to rush this along thinking that maybe this benefactor isn't going to work out and that you'll have to save your underwear for another time.

He leans back, finally looking a little more relaxed as you bring up business as if contracts and dealings were part of his expertise. Taking a sip of his bourbon as he looks you over in that fine velvet dress he imagines on the floor of his expensive bedroom.

"Dunno can ya behave long enough to talk about it?" Deadly smirk on his lips now, one that makes your stomach clench.

"I always behave, Mr. Zero." A purr, one that changes the tone of the entire dinner, at least for now.

A light scoff but he's smiling, genuinely and he looks so handsome like that. His eyes catch something you don't see before the waiter comes over with two starter salads.

You look down at the fresh bed of greens matching his and try not to grimace that he's most likely ordered dinner for you. Hating when benefactors took it upon themselves as they never paid enough attention to order even remotely right.

"Let's see how dinner goes first yea, princess? Gotta make sure I like it before I buy it." A clear taunt and stab at you to which you give a tight smile. Him placing himself above you but you were determined at the very least to secure the after dinner deposit fee from him that was clearly stated on your profile.

Any dinner lasting longer than two hours or is set after eight thirty pm is considered to be equal to two consultation fees.

He already violated the time since he messaged you at exactly six pm tonight and you were always sure to take your time getting ready.

But you had to finish the fucking date first.

"Okay." Agreeing without issue as you bite your tongue. Finishing your salad and your wine, asking him to order you another glass. Batting your eyelashes and for a second you see his face flash with something other than his gruff nature. Standing with the brief explanation of "freshening up."

Annoyed as you enter the ladies room, looking at your reflection as if to share a what the fuck glance with a friend before rooting around in your bag. Touching up your lipstick, spraying yourself with a bit of your perfume that made all the men insane for you before turning your attention to your hair.

Making sure it was still in perfect placement as you angle your pretty face this way and that. Clutch open on the vanity, the dummy pair of underwear threatening to fall out. Checking your account to see if the rest of this date was worth it when you see your stipulation fee is sitting in your account despite the date only being an hour long thus far.

Figuring you'll make this date worth it now, mostly curiosity getting the best of you over what is going to make this contact so fucking special he's more than willing to pay everything upfront.

To deal with your more cheeky side you used to scare off weaker men.

Clawed fingers curling around the soft pair of underwear, rubbing them between your hands vigorously to make them warm to the touch. To have him thinking that this sexy lingerie style underwear was nestled right to your cunt.

Balling them up as you make your way out of the bathroom while the waitresses gossip over the fact that some violent ringleader was dining there tonight and that he was "dangerously hot." Hushing when they see you pass the refreshment nook before you make your way back to the table.

Thankfully his left hand with all his rings is resting on its side on the table giving you more than enough space to press the warm fabric into his palm and curling his fist around it before sitting back across from him. Giving a flirtatious smile to the large blonde who turns his hand to see what you placed into his palm. Smirking and shaking his head as he looks down at the fabric.

Unfurling it with his large hand and seeing the pair of underwear with a little spot on the crotch that makes him chuckle.

You look over your meal that's been set out, can tell he was polite enough to wait for you as the aroma of spicy smoked meat sits before you. Breathing deeply and hating to admit that you'd actually like this dish. Picking up your fork as you let him become dumbfounded over the thought that you were bare under your dress when that was far from the truth.

Bakugou leans over the very expensive meal on the small table. Grabbing at your jaw a bit tightly so he can turn your face to husk in your ear.

"Now gimme the ones you're actually wearing, Princess." He growls, pulling back to hold out his hand expectantly.

Feigning innocence you look up at him and bat your eyelashes since that worked earlier, even letting your eyes get a little glassy.

"Wh-what are you talking about Mr. Zero?" Voice soft and going softer still when you add, "Those are my underwear. I wore them just for you."

He laughs loudly in your face and his grip tightens, mouth back at your ear with a deadly tone. A mix of playful flirtation and restrained anger.

"Now Princess, 'fore I get mad."

It sends a chill down your spine and a jolt to your cunt. Breaking your facade entirely when you let sharp nails bite into his thick wrist as you yank away your face. Looking around trying to come up with an excuse that this was too much of a public place before he adds.

"We're secluded enough." Letting his fingers wave impatiently with his palm up. Your eyes widen as you see how serious he is. Unable to hide the snarl on your lips or the flash of deep seeded anger in your eyes as you obey a benefactor's command instead of tricking them into thinking they had control.

Shimmying up your little bodycon dress, hooking sharp clawed thumbs into the band of the underwear to bring it down past your thick thighs that part for just a moment exposing your pretty mound to Bakugou by accident. It makes saliva coat his tongue and his cock twitch in his expensive pants.

Quickly fixing the hem of your dress that still tries to ride up thanks to your hips and thighs, balling up the black underwear and slapping it into Bakugou's waiting palm harshly. The corner of his lip curls up as he realizes it's a thong, much better than the dummy pair you gave him moments ago.

"You're such a fuckin pervert." You cross your arms over your chest, pushing up your tits giving the ash blonde a snarling pout. Wholly forgetting about your dinner now as you look away from him, can't believe he's won this round.

"Yea? Who's fault is that? Yer the one who gave me a clean pair of underwear to make me love sick for ya so I'd cough up all my cash." He makes no move to pocket the thin pair of underwear you've just given him, making your eyes dart to look for the approaching waiter, "This work on most men Sweetheart?"

"Tsk, yes." You scoff, "Then they send me whatever I fuckin want."

Pushing away a bit, thinking of leaving from how condescending his tone is. Inspecting the first pair you've given him now that he has the actual pair you'd been wearing, looking closely at the crotch.

"Did ya use a bleach pen on these 'fore ya came in?" He laughs when he watches your face blanch, most men couldn't tell. Just thought it was real and went with it, asked for more.

The waiter starts to come back to the table with another glass of Bakugou's bourbon and your wine, trying not to crack. Shoving down the panic and letting your nails bite into your palm letting crescent moons form in your soft skin. To try not to shove his hands into his lap to save you the embarrassment because the last thing you want him to know is that he's actually getting under your skin. He looks over his shoulder to follow your gaze, feral smile on his mouth.

"Besides, who's the real pervert here, Me for enjoying a pretty woman's time," He rolls the dark fabric around in his hand, still warm from your cunt and when he gets to the crotch it's damp, sticky, "Or you, for getting off to playing some dumb ass men outta thousands."

"I'm not-"

"Not what? Wet?" He laughs, letting his thumb slide through the slick of your underwear, uncaring that the waiter is here now. Setting down the drinks and forgoing asking how the meal was quickly slipping away in hopes of not bothering Ground Zero.

"Sweetheart I bet I could run my fingers through that sticky cunt and everyone in this restaurant would hear it." Bringing his thumb up to his mouth licking at it as one would to get sauce off their fingers, his eyes flutter and suddenly your cheeks burn.

"You're insufferable." You hiss, crossing your legs now, still unable to look at him.

"Ya know, I hate liars." He tosses your fake pair of underwear, pocketing the thong you wore with one hand while the other swirls his drink, "Ya've lied three times now."

"I have not."

"Ya have. Yer age, yer whole personality, yer underwear." He lists them on his fingers and funny enough you chose to die on only one of those hills.

"I am twenty five." You hiss, grabbing at your wine and downing it in three swallows.

"But yer not." He chuckles, eyes flicker to your face, you don't have foundation on, going for a mostly natural look, and Bakugou has good eyes where most men didn't, "Ya've got crows feet sweetheart. Seems like ya've smiled a lot in your life."

Reflexivity you go to hide the corner of your eyes, they crease heavily when you really smile. Everyone who knew you, actually knew you, always made the comment of "you smile with your eyes."

"Ah come on they're barely noticeable and nothin to be ashamed about." He chuckles, pulling at your wrists so he could see your face again, "Gimme a smile."

"Fuck off." You hiss waving him away dismissively trying to regain control, "The contract Mr Zero."

He sighs, annoyed as he leans back, "We haven't finished dinner."

"I'd like to skip to dessert." A snarling hiss as you push away what was probably the best meal you could've ever had.

"Oh would you?" Deadly smirk, "I could skip to dessert iffin ya want. In my car or the bathroom, your pick Princess."

"Again you're fucking insufferable." You make motion to stand, to leave, only for his strong hand to catch your wrist and pull you into his lap making this somehow worse.

"What's wrong? Embarrassed now?" He tilts your chin to him and you squeeze your eyes shut in defiance he chuckles lowly, "Tell me yer real age and I'll stop teasing, for now."

You open your eyes to glare at him for a long, long time. No judgment in those bromine eyes as he patiently waits for your answer. You sigh, scratching roughly at his undercut with your long nails whether it was a strategic move or your fingers having a mind of their own, you weren't sure. The only thing you were sure of was that this man was trouble.

Big trouble.

Yet you answer honestly anyway.

"Twenty nine." It's soft, genuinely this time as if you might be a little embarrassed about it when you know you shouldn't. He smiles up at you, letting his thumb linger at one of the corners of your eyes before he lets his fingers trace your face down to your jaw.

"See, won't so bad to admit it was it?" Genuine gentle tone, his hand on your hip squeezing at the fat there.

Your heart races and that foreboding feeling creeps up your throat as you're slowly realizing that you are no longer the one who was hunting.

No, no, now you were being hunted.

Nails bite harshly into his nape as you stand, snarl to your lips and all he can do is chuckle at your flippant attitude.

"M leaving." Holding out your manicured hand, "Give me my underwear back."

"No, I paid for it." He growls really spurring on your temper now.

"All you men are the same. Pigs who want to keep their dicks wet." A scoff as you snarl your pretty lips.

"And I can say all women are the same. Bitches who want to keep their pockets full." He retorts forcing your sharp claws to grab onto the cheeks of what you don't realize is the most powerful man in the entire country.

Even making sure your nails bite into the skin of his cheeks, "I don't need your fucking money."

"Then why're ya here sweetheart?" He smirks up at you, grabbing onto your wrist tightly.

"Fuck you. You don't know me." Shoving his face and escaping his tight grip before you begin to stomp from the restaurant with your head held high.

"You'll be crawling back to me, princess." He calls out with a chuckle.

"I won't!" You send a snarling growl back, unable to get through the too quiet dining room to the exit of the five star place.

Hissing through your teeth with an echoing groan as the night air hits you doing little to cool your temper while you hail a cab.

Pulling up the sugar baby app on your phone going to his profile to block him but before you can a message pops up.

GZ: See ya in two months sweetheart.

You'd never blocked a mark faster in your entire life.

But the thing you don't know about him yet is that Bakugou Katsuki always kept his promises.

A/N: yay! You've gotten to the end! Thank you so much for reading! Now I have plans to make this a series however I'm not very good at long term things if I'm being honest. Lmfao but please! If you liked or loved this reblog it! I'd love to hear in my inbox or in the body of the reblog or even in your tags of your reblog what you thought of this!

#bakugou x reader #bakugou katsuki x reader #bakugo x reader #sugar daddy bakugou #sugar baby reader #how the fuck do tags work anymore honestly 😂

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pasteldaze · 1 year

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YES PLS!! Yandere sugar daddy bakugou! Do u also have any recommendation for a fic like that??

Yandere! Sugar Daddy! Bakugou

A/N: I am so sorry for the long wait, I had uni and literally 0 inspiration lmao, I hope you like it!!

Being the number two hero means that there is hardly any time to meet someone. Bakugou with his brash nature has always struggled finding connections with people and even though his attitude has changed as he grew older, he still struggles to let people get close to him. Bakugou is often in the media for not having a partner, this is where his HR team come into play. Bakugou never wanted a partner as he viewed them as a waste of time when he should be focusing on hero work, but even the number two can admit that it can get a little lonely.

With the hero gala approaching, Bakugou's HR team thought that it would be a good time for him to get a date. Well. Not an actual date, a fake one. Bakugou's HR team approached Kirishima and asked if he knew anyone who would do the job, Kirishima mentioned you, a struggling student who can pay their bills even working in a coffee shop. They had Kirishima approach you and ask if you would be willing to. At first you were a bit hesitant but after Kirishima told you about the money, you decided to go for it, after all, you've always found the blonde attractive.

Bakugou blew up at his agency when he found out that they reached out to you, one of the only people he can stand talking to in the morning, but after some convincing he agreed that it would take less pressure off of him. He gets in contact with you and sends money for a new outfit, for your hair, makeup and nails and some extra on the side, you might as well have some fun if you're doing him a favour.

He was absolutely stunned when he saw you at the hero gala and that was all it took for the seed of obsession to be planted.

Bakugou is a kind sugar daddy, anything you want, you get, you don't even have to ask.

It started with just a couple of hero galas, then with being seen together in public to spending any free time with him.

After a while you try to break it off with him stating that taking his money didn't feel right to you, however a series of unfortunate events changed this.

He got you to move in with him after a couple of months when you suddenly got evicted (he threatened your landlord).

You felt even more at a loss when you were fired from your job because of a complaint (I wonder who sent that in 👀)

So you ended up relying on Bakugou more and more and he liked this, he liked having this control over you and what you do.

He is a very possessive and obsessive man, he loves seeing you wear the things that he bought for you *cough* his initial necklace *cough*

Overall he is mostly harmless but if you accept his gifts, let him take you out and pamper you, you will have an absolutely luxurious life.

A/N: I hope you like it, I'm so sorry that it took me so long to get through it!!!

#pasteltalks #bnha #bakugouxreader #bakugou x reader #bnha x reader #bakugou #bnha sugar daddy #Sugar daddy bakugou #yandere sugar daddy #yandere!bakugou

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mhathotfic · 1 year

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I’m working and it’ll be a long night but my heart desires to snuggle into my blanket nest and to talk about sugar daddy Bakugou who keeps you in luxury just because you give him the best head then decides your house spouse material after he fucks you the first time

#bnha bakugou #mha bakugou #sugar daddy bakugou #thirst post #nsft post #nat chats

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earthtooz · 2 years

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the type of partner that would never allow you to spend a single dollar and will cry complain if they found out you spoiled yourself from your own bank account. they acknowledge that you're independent and don't need to rely on them all the time, but respectfully, seeing the shopping bags upon shopping bags in your arms is a turn on (especially if you went on a spree with them in mind <3 they're not immune to matching couple things).

additionally, expect them to have minimum set budgets for you whenever you go out, even if it was a mere trip to target to buy some household items, they will demand you to spend an unreasonable $1000 or more,,, like wtf?!?!?

·˚ ༘ ─ ATSUMU, GOJO, BAKUGOU!!!!!!! oikawa, kuroo, bokuto, hinata, todoroki (he would offer his bank account instinctively / if he found out you spent your own money he'd be like 'oh...okay...why though?')

maybe i should make headcannons abt these 😁😁😁 that would be SO tasteful

#all of the mentioned are probably loaded #they'd probably be like 'yeah i'm your boyfriend but i'm your sugar daddy first'#haikyuu x reader #atsumu x reader #gojo x reader #bakugo x reader #bakugou x reader #oikawa x reader #kuroo x reader #bokuto x reader #hinata x reader #todoroki x reader #mha x reader #jjk x reader #jujutsu kaisen x reader #my hero academia x reader #bnha x reader

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bkdk-fan4ever · 7 months

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BkDk | Rich!Bakugou Katsuki | Accidental Sugar Daddy/Sugar Baby Relationship |. Confussed Class 1A |

Technically Not A Sugar Daddy by LavanderAuthor

Neither knew how it happened. Katsuki had been giving Izuku money and gifts since part way through Middle School in exchange for the green-haired boy to stay away from Katsuki, but eventually, it slowly changed to be deals that if Katsuki gives Izuku money, he had to do XYZ.

Essentially, Izuku walks up to Katsuki and asks him about some merch he wanted and Katsuki gave him the money for it in exchange for him to do various things like triple check his homework, go to bed at a reasonable hour, stop eating unhealthy food for X amount of days, etc. This didn't change when they entered UA, the two used to being subtle about this unique aspect of their relationship.

Little did they know that their classmates were more aware of their surroundings than their Middle School classmates and had begun to notice the odd interactions between the two followed by Izuku being ordered around by Katsuki.

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awkwardbakugou · 11 months

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am i really debating dropping $99.99 on a cutout

yes. yes i am 👀

#ngl i would have a heart attack every night seeing him in the dark #but i want him #desperately!#any sugar daddy’s or mommy’s willing to drop their cash app? 👀#i’m kidding #or am i #👀#bakugou #bakugou katsuki #bakubro #baku cutout #katsuki bakugoū #katsuki #awkward bakugou #awkwardbakugou #awk baku #cardboard cutouts

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love-fictional-ppl · 1 month

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Pro-hero!Bakugou who loves to cook, but loves your cooking more.

Pro-hero!Bakugou who teaches you sign language, so you can still communicate when his hearing aid is turned off

Pro-hero!Bakugou who will spoil you and call himself your sugar daddy

Pro-hero!Bakugou who brings you to the Hero Gala every year and shows off his wife

Pro-hero!Bakugou who became domesticated thanks to you

Pro-hero!Bakugou who ought to make a house wife out of you

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suguru-getos · 6 months

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୨・┈﹕✦﹕ Kinktober Day 18﹕✦﹕┈・୧

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Bakugou Katsuki x f!reader -> Overstimulation

Warnings: Overstimulation, cunnilingus, squirting, Bakugou being a soft yet commanding dom, nipple-play, fingering, breeding. Let me know if I missed anything please? Thank you!

Summary: The perfect way to unwind after work with Katsuki is to share the solace of a perfect dinner, followed by a perfect fuck fest. :3

The recent days in the Bakugou household had been weird, you were busy and so was your husband. You had recently decided to step out of being a Pro hero. It was a big decision and you were thankful that Katsuki was there, understanding your emotions, understanding what you’re going through and soothing you with it all the way.

With the judgemental hero society and the fact that you’d never be able to come home one of these days— your dream of having a family, taking care of a family & being a mother, a wife, a partner. It was all fleeting away, your determination and priorities shifting from protecting the people of Japan to now, protecting the house. Even so, you can’t help but pout when Katsuki comes home at odd hours, it’s been a week or so that you two got to spend some time together. Katsuki was yearning! So were you, for the matter.

Katsuki (2:17 pm): Hey princess

You: (3:00 pm): Oh hey there Suki

Katsuki (3:01 pm): Coming home early today, missing you too bad. Gonna prepare dinner & wait for you.

The text made you beam with joy, fuck! You missed Katsuki’s cooking & Katsuki spoiling you. All he’s done is been your sugar daddy, you wanted— needed some quality time with him.

You (3:02 pm): OH OFCCC!!!!

The rest of the day went by in a haze, Bakugou’s bulls eye was to reach home on time, to spoil his wife. “Kiri handle the patrol for me will ya?” He mumbled, finishing the paperwork & the approvals with the signatures needed for the recent Ad campaigns his PR team has bagged him for.

“Ah man, gonna spoil Y/N?” Kiri smirked, “How cute, it’s been a while since all of us hung out together you know?” Kiri emphasised, which made Katsuki irritated. He just wanted to leave his agency premises right now. “Yeh, patrol. Don’t forget.” With that, he left. Katsuki has changed being a 27 year old Pro hero who is seasoned with the elixir of how to behave and also the self awareness of how to talk. The frequent outbursts weren’t there, however— the fire in his personality still blazed threateningly.

When Bakugou reached home, he was all set to prepare things for his lady love. Stove blazing, his culinary skills all out with every intention of showing off. He ordered your favorite flowers, loads of them— enough to magically decorate the house, your favorite scented candles & by the time you reached home. (Around 8), you were greeted with a different sight altogether.

“Oh my god!” You whined, while Bakugou opened the door and kissed your forehead. “Welcome home Princess, don’t want y’ to forget how amazing I am.” He winked, laced with his sassy, adoring signature grin as he guided you towards your shared bedroom.

“Go freshen up f’ me sweetheart. I’ve kept the dress I wan’ y’ to wear & want to see you in it kay?” You nodded blindingly, too enamoured by the preparations & the efforts Katsuki has done for you.

When you returned, the dinner was set properly, there were foods intermingled from Wasabi dipped sushi, Katsudon, some sweet mochi. Everything that you liked— or might like. The dinner was sweet, Bakugou let you unwind with some expensive roseé, listening to your babbling about what happened at work intently.

Before you knew it, you were being carried princess-style to the bedroom. Both you and Katsuki a little tipsy & you absolutely drowning in the warmth of his scent, in the comfort of his arms. “Let me unwrap my little present, yeah?” Bakugou hums, smiling tenderly and softly at you as he removes your dress off, leaving you in black lacey underwear.

“God damn, Princess.” he mused, licking his lip. “You look so fuckin’ gorgeous I feel like I’d lose my fuckin’ mind.” He smirks, leaning in and taking your panties off, gawking at your soaked pussy & your throbbing clit.

“Were thinking about being loved as much as me thinking about lovin’ you?” Katsuki hummed, not waiting for an answer and leaning in against your inviting folds, a soft groan escaping his parted lips, the moment he wrapped his lips around your needy clit. Thighs spread apart, and your legs falling over his shoulders. “You sound so cute moanin’ for me like that.” Katsuki smirks, gnawing at your clit and licking it over to soothe the irritation.

You were deliciously close to the edge, mouth agape, hands pulling at his hair closer & pussy clamping all up and all for him.

“Shit- mmgh- Katsuki, gonna—”

“Cum for me Princess, let me fuckin’ taste that sloppy cunt.” Your man daunted, the reverberations in his voice pushing you off the edge immediately. “Shit- hng.” Your body spasmed around his tongue, creaming all over him, meanwhile— Katsuki didn’t want to stop. It’s been a while since he’s away from his girl, he wants you, bad.

Your pleasure laced moans turned into gasps and whines, when your overstimulated clit found itself against Katsuki’s relentless thumb, “Give me another, yeah?” he croons, however it makes you feel that you don’t have any option but to— which is exactly what Katsuki wanted.

Leaning in and licking up your juices one last time, his thick, and long fingers found their way to your pussy. “Gonna make you squirt this time.” Katsuki smirked, leaning in and kissing your pelvis as two of his fingers nestled against your folds, curling upwards & against your G-spot.

A lewd moan escapes you when your body registers the pleasure on your clit and your G-spot at the same time.

“Oh my god—” You croak, clamping once again after Katsuki found the perfect rhythm to play with your sloppy pussy. He loved watching you whine and whimper when he goes on at your cunt until you cry.

“Gonna cum again sweetheart?” Katsuki cooed, watching your face contort with pleasure & smirking along. “Yes she will, yes she will.” he hums when he finds you speechless, drowning in pleasure with no escape.

Another, harsh and unforgiving orgasm rakes through you, and as promised, your body ended up complying to Katsuki, you ended up squirting your essence all over, screaming at the shattering waves of pleasure.

“Yeah, yeah baby, just like that.” Katsuki rode out your orgasm, not stopping when he finally unzipped himself, thrusting his cock balls deep in your twitching cunt. “Argh- fuck, so snug & tight.” He lewdly comments, not giving you any time to adjust and railing onto your sweet pussy. “Going to cum for me again, mhm?” He smirked, watching you try to push him away when his thumb finds it’s way back to your clit.

“Awh, don’t be a bad girl Princess.” He chided you gently, leaning in and swallowing your nipple, suckling on it and thrusting deep inside you. Tears glossed into your eyes at the threatening pleasure intermingled deliciously with the pain of overstimulation. The pain of feeling your senses on fire.

“Shit- I- I feel like- m’ close.” You gritted your teeth when Katsuki pulled the hood of your nerves, rubbing onto your now exposed bundle & watching you whine & squirm away to no avail.

“Go on, let your pussy massage daddy’s cock until he cums.” Katsuki leaned in, kissing you passionately and eating away all your moans when you finally, tipped off the edge again. Your overworked pussy spasming around him, clamping around him until ropes of his warm seed fill you up.

“Fuck- good- fuckin’ girl.” Katsuki groaned, stilling inside you, eyes softening when his senses complain to him about how far you’re gone. “Let it go Princess, gonna take care of you now. Leave it to me, yeah? Leave it to your Katsuki.”

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osachiyo · 7 months

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sugar daddy!chuuya who absolutely adores you. you're so so sweet to him, such a good girl; never disobeying him, being so nice to him, not being a brat, never testing his patience— you're just so perfect. Always giving him a hug and a kiss on the cheek before he leaves for work. That's why he loves to spoil you; buying you all kinds of luxurious items to keep you happy. Taking you on sweet little dates every weekend, brushing you off when you ask if it's too expensive— telling you he's got the money for it, why not spend it on his most prized possession, you?

He loves to spoil you in the bedroom as well; you're his pretty little pillow princess, taking everything he gives you and more. Your legs would be hiked up on his strong shoulders, his face buried in your plush cunt as he moans from your sweet taste on his tongue. Gloved thumbs spreading your pussy apart as he spits on it and it's downright nasty how he licks everything back up, the lower portion of his handsome face dripping with your essence and he loved it.

sugar daddy!chuuya who would buy you so many sets of the prettiest lingere, only to rip them off your body later, promising he'd buy you new ones later. He'd give you his black card, telling you to buy anything you have your eyes on, no matter the price. The only price you have to pay is that pretty body of yours, that he loves kissing, licking and touching.

sugar daddy!chuuya who'd take you shopping whenever he's free, offering to buy entire stores for you, all for you. He'd find you so cute, so eager to try on new clothing and showing it off to him, only to get your brains fucked out in one of the changing rooms, all while wearing the brand new dress you wanted to show off. His hands pulling down the straps of the overly expensive dress, exposing your neck and chest to him. Making you look at your debauched self in the mirror; your pretty lipgloss smudged from the rough kiss you shared earlier, pretty love bites covering your smooth skin, hair pulled back in a makeshift ponytail as he drills himself into you nice 'n good.

sugar daddy!chuuya who has you suck him off underneath the desk of his office. Holding your head down,making you swallow him fully as he tries to have a conversation with his boss on the phone, whispering how good you're for him. His shoe would be grinding against your clothed cunt, ruining the pretty pair of panties you wore for him.

sugar daddy!chuuya who has you in a full nelson infront of the huge window in his office, cooing at you for being so cute,so pliant 'n soft for him to ruin. Promising that he'd buy you a car after this, voice slurred and sultry as he became drunk off the feeling of your pussy sucking him in. You'd eventually be pushed up against the window, nipples hard from your tits pressed up against the cool glass as he splays a large hand on your back, arching it so nicely for him as he plows into you from behind.

sugar daddy!chuuya who suddenly feels his heart speeding up whenever you talk to him, even look at him with those pretty doe eyes of yours. He follows you around like a puppy now, eager to have your attention on him. You suddenly have one of, if not the strongest and most dangerous man in the mafia wrapped around your pinky.

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katsukikitten · 8 months

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Sugar baby reader excusing yourself to the bathroom during her first date with Sugar Daddy Bakugou so you can take the extra pair of underwear in your purse you keep to make them remember you by without losing the cute pair you've got on.

Handing it to him as you pass him back to your seat and Bakugou smirks, looks right down at them and sucks his teeth. Leaning over the very expensive meal gently grabbing your jaw so he can turn your face to husk in your ear.

"Now gimme the ones you're actually wearing, Princess."

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mhathotfic · 2 years

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I have work in an hour and I'm not even out if bed because the babies fell asleep on me and my husband has just fallen asleep after being at work till 2am but ye.

Sugar daddy Bakugou most definitely is soft for you but he loves to see you cry so he makes you cry happy tears.

You were talking about wanting another animal when you to bed that night the little fluffy ball laying right there. It makes you cry and he gets hard sliding into bed after you let the fluff ball down or out it in its cage he'll pull you close "Now don't you think something like that deserves a proper thank you"

Of course something Bakugou loves is the fact that even though he's your sugar daddy and you thank him in many ways you always hug him and say thank you but he can tell it's genuine it's not for show or to make you seem more grateful he loves it about you.

You two were walking down the street he was on the phone and he stopped talking quietly you were by his side holding his hand. When he hangs up he says "Sorry baby, let's go now yea" "Mhm" you smile "Don't worry about it" he says "How about since your nails are starting to chip you take this" he pulls out his wallet handing you his card "Treat yourself your hair your nails new outfits whatever you want then when you come home I can have a show because I should be done"

You ask if your best friend can tag along so your not alone and he nods kissing your head a car pulls up within 2 minutes and with in 5 you and your best friend are at your destination.

When you eventually get home he was sat in just a pair of sweats obviously just done with working out. He walk in wrapping your arms around him from behind kissing him softly "Stay right there i'll show you everything now"

Yea I need to go to work now so that's all maybe I'll add later xx

The first time I tried to answer this tumblr crashed then my own fur baby decided I wasn’t allowed to pay attention to anything but her and she’s very persuasive.

Anyways

I’m sitting here thinking about how much secret research and setting up he did to find the perfect fluffy friend for his baby. The pride he feels when they start to ask if he actually got them a new pet and hugging and snuggling the precious little thing while thanking him and trying to keep from babbling and crying too much.

When they settle down and let get in bed he ends up pulling them onto his lap, because yes they’re genuine thank you and loving gaze is enough for him emotionally, by a certain part of him needs a little more than that.

Ok I’m gonna have to come back to this because my mom needs help with something and I don’t want to lose my train of thought

*EDIT* ok I’m back now let’s continue

I think that he’d actually be really gentle with them in these situations. Wanting nothing more then to give them a reason to be so appreciative and show just how attentive to them he is.

It’d be so easy for him to be selfish greedy lover and get all he can form them, but despite his general crude attitude he’s incredibly generous and affectionate with them. He swears he lives off making them happy

And when he sends them shopping alone he’s so frustrated he can’t go with because he likes the experience of watching them trying stuff out for him and getting to pick stuff out for them.

But having them come home done to the nines knowing he’ll be ruining that pretty face later and messed up their neatly done her later does things to him.

They’re tell him all about and how they had so much fun with their best friend but they missed him so much and can wait until he sees everything they picked out.

He’s absolutely enamored about and already mentally planning dates that would be good to wear them to when they come out in the last thing. Lingerie was his hero suit’s colors and if he hasn’t ruined them for anyone else yet he’s gonna now. They’re gonna walk around with a little limp and a goofy smile for days after.

No one’s told them to buy that set and they went and did it just because they wanted to? Somehow he’s never felt more appreciated and loved than now

#bnha bakugou #mha bakugou #mutual❤️#sugar daddy bakugou #nat chats

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chatterbox-73 · 7 months

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.Sugar Daddy.

Home body.

Katsuki Bakugou x fem!Reader

This story is a smut story, I’ll more characters x reader one shots in the future and if you want to see a character please let me know.

You must be 18 years or older to read this...

🔞⚠️NO MINORS ALLOWED⚠️🔞

Summary/inspiration/prompt: part two of Birthday bunny… you’re the hostess who spent the night with Izuku Midoriya, to now be requested to become a sex partner for him and his husband.

Word count: 1.9k

CW: NSFW and adult content, unprotected sex, cream pie, threesome, fingering, oral (f!receiving), squirting, swearing.

You stood in the large bedroom with everything you could possibly need or want, you looked over at the tall green haired man, “I didn’t expect it to be fully furnished” you grinned and the man nodded, “if there’s anything you don’t like, let me know” he smiled and stepped closer to you, “also just some housekeeping rules, don’t step into mine and my husband’s room unless it’s with our permission…” izuku stated in a firm voice and moved over towards the bed before sitting down on it, “you must be honest with us at all times, there’s nothing you can say that would warrant us hating you…” he spoke and you nodded moving to sit next to him, “my husband isn’t as active in hero work, due to an injury he sustained to his heart back in high school, so you’ll be spending plenty more time with him… so please try and get along…” he sighed.

You vaguely remember hearing about a young hero student being stabbed through the chest and suffering severe damage to the heart only to have two pro heroes saved him, one giving up there life to do so, you read in an article that Bakugou still works and is a very successful hero however he isn’t given the opportunity to work as much as he’d like to.

You chuckled at his words however Izuku placed a hand on your shoulder and looked at you with a serious expression, “please, do try to get along” he repeated and carefully pushed on your shoulder, causing you the lay back and the man to lean over you, “I wanna see you both get along…” he paused leaning in closer to you, your legs wrapped around his waist and your hands tightly gripped his shoulders, “I wanna see my husband have fun” he whispered and your eyes fluttered as he pressed his stiff member against your clothed core. “But not too much fun, right honey?” Your eyes snapped towards the door which was the source of the noise and there stood Izuku’s husband, Katsuki Bakugo.

The blonde leaned in the door way this thick arms crossed over his chest, his eyes trained on his husband and his lips turned up into a smirk, he focused on you and chuckled as you tried to push Izuku off of you, “I got in so much trouble the night of Deku’s birthday, he was so upset with me…” the blonde hummed and you heard the green hair man click his tongue, “…though I have to thank you, because you put him in a good mood, so rather then giving me the silent treatment he made me bottom for him… all night” the blonde continued to tease and this caused you the chuckle, while Izuku blushed and got off you, you sat up watching the blonde stride over to you, “he can be so petty when he’s upset” Katsuki kneeled down next to the bed and grabbed your wrist, he pulled you in close so that his nose was touching yours. “He tells me you take well… is that true?” He asked and you nodded, completely mesmerised by his crimson eyes, “good…” he hummed eyeing you up and down, until he stood and looked to his husband, “hurry up and get ready, we have dinner with round face and four eyes” Katsuki shouted at Izuku and the man jumped to his feet before adjusting his pants to try and hide his stiffness, “I’ve been ready” he sighed and the blonde rolled his eyes, “of course you have” he quipped as he walked towards the door, “we’ll be back soon, there’s also a meal in the fridge just heat it up in the microwave…” katsuki looked at you as his husband walk past him and out of the room, you nodded with a smile, “oh and your TV has been setup so you can sit in here and watch movies if you don’t wanna be out there, just clean up any mess you make” the blonde finish before leaving the door way.

You walked around the house, checking out all the things this place had to offer, there was a detailed booklet of places to go and places not too, along with details about what and what not to do and many other rules, all in all though the house was amazing.

You sat on your bed with a bowl of popcorn mixed with m&ms, you munched away as you watched some romcom movie that had been sitting on the kitchen counter, it wasn’t a very good movie, at least compared to other romance comedies, but it was this or the all might documentary and you’ve never been much of an all might fan. You had gotten less then half way through the movie before you fell asleep, you’d always been so bad at watching movies, you’d often get bored and let your mind wonder off or just simply fall asleep.

You felt fingers run through your hair before hearing a harsh sounding voice, “she left a mess, even after we told her” the voice whispered, who you guessed was Bakugo, the harshness in the man’s voice was in stark contrast to he’s finger gently brushing though your hair, his callus fingers rubbing over your cheek, to which you leaned into his warmth, “yeah but it’s only a half eaten bowl of popcorn” you heard izuku to the other side of you and somehow you could felt his eyes burning into your back like he knew you were awake, “yeah yeah… and how much of that damn popcorn did I pull from her hair?” The blonde questioned his husband and the green hair man only laughed out, before being harshly shushed by his husband, “shut up nerd! What the hell are you doing with that” Bakugo whisper yelled at izuku, however this caused the man to snicker, “what I thought you were in the mood and were dying to rail her… she can’t sleep in those jeans, change her into this and get a good feel in, it’s so warm and soft… I promise” the green haired man laughed and you felt the pillow next to your head move suddenly before hearing it make contact with something, “shut up shitty loser, that’s assault” the blonde fumed before you heard someone click there tongue, “very well, maybe I’ll have her now… go on, get out” the other demanded and you hear the blonde scoff before there was shifting around the room, “not this time honey…” Bakugo now sounded like he was behind you, “I’m getting sick of this nonsense” he groaned and Midoriya chuckled, “oh yeah… you sure, baby?” The green hair man teased before leaving the room.

You heard Bakugo leaving the room, you sat up and looked around the room, the popcorn know missing, a silk and lace night slip laying on your bed and your blankets tucked in, you knew exactly what was most likely happening however you couldn’t just sit in the room knowing what the two man were doing, you stood up from the bed and changed into the night slip on your bed, it was a little tight around the chest region but so soft and comfortable.

You stepped out of the room and heard cluttering in the the kitchen, you walked to the source of the noise, until you reached the doorway, you stood behind the flame only poking your head in to look. Bakugo stood at the kitchen sink scrubbing out the bowl, you looked around the room some Izuku but the man was nowhere to be found, until suddenly you were picked up. Izuku had one hand under your butt and legs, while the other just hang at his side, you squeaked and wrapped your arms around his neck, “look who I found lurking in doorways” the man chuckled and bakugo looked up at you before scowling, “put her down Deku” he said and dried off his hands, you were placed down on your feet and the blonde made his way over to you, “did he wake you?” He asked while gesturing to his husband, you shake your head, “he didn’t, I heard you both in my room” you answered and the blonde nodded, “right, you’re wearing that” he stated and looked you up and down, “yeah, I couldn’t watch jeans to bed…” you smiled coping Midoriya from earlier, bakugo frowned “is that so? Sure there’s no jeans hidden under there?” He raised a brow and you giggled, you stepped forward and grabbed his hand to guide it to your dress, “why do you find out?” You smiled and before you knew it bakugo’s hand disappeared under your dress, his fingers instantly invading your cunt, stretching it out with two rough and fast moving fingers.

In no time at all you found yourself on all four on the kitchen counter top, the back of your dress flipped up and three of bakugo’s fingers thrust in and out of your quivering hole, while his greedily suckled on your clit, you cried out loud as your legs trembled and your hole leaked all over the blonde’s hand and mouth, suddenly he sped up before quickly pulling away, this forced all your tension out with one large gush of liquid, you scream out and your body went limp on the wet kitchen counter. “You took it too far katsuki… much too far” you heard Izuku tease his husband, “shut up, she’s fine” he shouted before lifting you off the counter and holding you by your hips, you looked over at Izuku as he simply just stood in the opposite end of the kitchen, leaning against a counter top while he palmed himself.

You’re legs shook and buckled as you tried to keep yourself steady, Bakugo’s hands firmly on your hips keeping you falling, his hip smacking into your ass with so much force your body jointed and your muscles became tight, “fuck I’m gonna cum” the blonde called and you responded by crying out loudly and looked up at the man’s husband, when you met Izuku’s eyes, you wish you hadn’t, he looked furious and had a cold stare directed at you. You watched the man stork over before kneeling before you and his husband, Izuku grabbed one of your legs and lifted it onto his shoulder before he leaned forward to lick over your inner thigh and down to your entrance where his Bakugo was busying at work, Izuku’s tongue licked over the blonds shaft before moving up to suckle on your clit, as soon as his lips made contact with you, your cunt began to squeeze and pulling out the orgasm that Bakugo was so desperately seeking, your head leaned back as you felt the warmth from the man’s cum and the bliss of your own orgasm. Izuku groaned before he stood and began pumping his own load onto you, is was just as hot and felt just as satisfying, you hummed and run your fingers through his thick green locks, “feels good” you moan bring a hand down to your cunt wiping the men’s cum on your fingers before being it up to your mouth.

The rest of the night was filled with you crying and pleading while you took everything the two heroes would while they had you bent over the kitchen counter, and when morning came you found a beautiful necklace and matching earrings waiting for you on the same kitchen counter your spent most of the night on.