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kingkatsuki · 3 years

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Secrets | Bakugou Katsuki x Reader

This is a thirst post that got out of hand, thank you for the ask, Anon!💕

Pairing: stepdad!Bakugou x f!Reader

Warnings: 18+, pseudo-incest, big age gap (reader in her 20s, Bakugou mid 40s) cheating, male masturbation, slight somnophilia, cunnilingus, implied!first time, creampie.

Word Count: 4.2k.

Bakugou couldn’t deny what he was doing was wrong, he was an intelligent man. But there was just something so alluring about you that made it so difficult for him to stop. The nights he lay in bed now plagued with thoughts of you as his thick cock stirred between his strong thighs. Often causing him to get up in the small hours of the morning just to relieve himself, sometimes passing by your room in the hopes you’d gone to sleep in a compromising position again.

He loved hearing you complain about the house being too hot, making you go to sleep in the skimpiest pyjama sets known to man, so much skin on display there was really no point in even wearing anything. Bakugou stared at you with glee when he realised his plan had worked, leaving the thermostat at an uncomfortable temperature and telling you that he promised he’d fix it, just for you.

Your body sprawled out invitingly for him on the bed, kicking the covers off yourself during the night as you lay on your side. One of your thick thighs over the other as your shorts pulled up between your round cheeks, wishing he could run the heavy length of his cock between them. His vermilion eyes moving towards the swell of your breast, barely concealed beneath the matching pyjama shirt. Groaning as he palmed himself through his shorts, the underside of your tits more defined in this position. Your darkened areolas peeking out beneath the top invitingly, making him want to reach out and tug the fabric up.

Fuck, you were perfect. His shorts already pulled down just enough to free his aching cock, wrapping a large palm around himself as he gave a teasing pump. Circling his wrist as he reached his leaking tip to catch some of his pre and glide it along his length for lubrication. Jerking himself off at the sight of you, your pouty lips parted in quiet slumber as he imagined the plush head of his cock slipping between them. Making tears stream down those pretty cheeks as he fucked your face with his cock. Feeling his tip hit the back of your throat with each forward motion as he began to speed up his pace around his cock. It shouldn’t be allowed for one person to be this fucking hot, taking a chance to move his deft fingers towards your shirt as he tugged it. Pulling it up around your breasts as he watched them spill out, the sight causing his hips to stutter as he cursed under his breath. Your pretty nipples looked so soft and little. Wanting to reach out to pinch and tug at them to watch them harden against his touch. A choked moan leaving his lips as he cupped the palm of his hand around his tip, moving his fist frantically as he came with a grunt into his palm. Slipping from your room with his pants still around his thighs as he made his way towards the bathroom to clean himself up, climbing back into bed with his wife.

Satisfied for now.

You had to know what you were doing, there was only so long you could put on this innocent act for him. Acting like you were coy and naive but Bakugou knew you were anything but. Starting to wear more revealing clothes around the house, walking past him towards your bedroom clad in only a towel after your showers, leaving your dirty panties on the side for him when he stepped inside the bathroom and having it smell like you.

He was playing a dangerous game, and he knew it. His wife was suspicious that his sex drive had mysteriously decreased but he played it down to arduous work as a Pro-Hero. It was difficult trying to maintain the number two spot and there were mornings he would come home tired and aching. Dropping himself onto the couch with a grunt as his wife tried to get his dirty self off the material and into a shower as she readied herself to leave for work.

He wasn’t even trying to hide it now, whenever he’d barge into your room when you were home and his wife was at work. Openly ogling you as he sat with his thighs spread invitingly, still dressed in his hero costume as you made your way past him to the kitchen. The round curve of your ass was blatantly visible underneath the oversized shirt you were wearing as his cock throbbed impatiently, wishing he could come up behind you and bend you over the counters.

“Gonna make a coffee for your old man?” Bakugou shouted to you from his position on the couch, smirking when you turned to look at him with those pouty lips of yours.

He didn’t get a response but a large mug of coffee was placed in front of his parted thighs on the coffee table obediently, giving him a chance to openly stare at your exposed skin.

Bakugou was no fool, he knew it was wrong. He was well over twice your age and had many more years of experience. The boys that had probably touched you before definitely didn’t know what they were doing, tumbling hands squeezing and tugging your body uncomfortably as they humped themselves against you. The thought alone had Bakugou seething, those fuckers didn’t deserve to touch what was his. Beginning to wonder if you’d ever really been with a man before or if you got yourself off. Thoughts instantly moving to how your cute little fingers would look stuffed inside your tight cunt. Whether you were even able to curl them properly to catch against the spots you needed to touch to get yourself off. Maybe you just toyed with your clit, spinning quick circles against it as your hole was left empty and available. A space that he would be more than willing to fill.

Leaning forward with a groan of his aching limbs Bakugou raised the mug of coffee to his lips. Chugging the warm liquid as it soothed his throat, the fact that you’d made it for him made it taste that much better. You were always such a good girl for him. Giving himself a few more minutes before he rose to his feet, intent on taking a shower and getting rid of the day's dirt and grime from his body.

Starting the shower as he began to disrobe. Letting the heavy utility belts clank to the floor as he pulled it pants down his muscular thighs, his underwear pooling around his ankles as his semi-hard cock hung between his legs. A messy mixture of blonde and light silver hair scattered against his scarred body, leading down towards the V dip that he still had even at his age. He was certainly rounder now, his stomach more pronounced but he was nowhere near out of shape. The parts of him that used to be pure muscle were now softer as he stepped inside the steamy shower. Still plagued with thoughts of you as he wrapped a soapy hand around his cock.

You’d be the death of him.

You heard the shower begin to run as you pulled the oversized shirt you’d worn to bed up and over your head, leaving you clad in the tiny set of lingerie you’d bought especially. A deep shade of green that matched his hero costume perfectly, catching your reflection in the mirror as you made sure all the straps of it were positioned in the right way, twirling to look at how it looked from behind.

You knew Bakugou always passed by your room before he went to sleep, and with your mother out at work this would be the perfect opportunity to do this. Leaving your bedroom door wide open as you heard the shower turn off from across the hall. Waiting expectantly as the click of the door sounded to indicate Bakugou was leaving the steamy room, turning around so you were facing your headboard as you spread your thighs, moving onto all fours as you heard a choked gasp sound from your bedroom door. Smirking as you turned around innocently, holding your phone in your hands as you pretended to be taking photos of yourself.

“Everything okay, daddy? Did you get lost again?” You smirked at the deep red blush across his cheeks, wide eyes staring at your exposed skin shamelessly as he stood in nothing but a towel. Already seeing the thick meat of his cock beneath beginning to harden, “Your room is down the hall, remember?”

Bakugou’s eyes were focused on the way the small string of fabric clung to your lower lips, disappearing between the curve of your ass as he felt his hips stutter. All it would take would be one finger beneath the fabric to move it to the side, he could probably tear the material off you completely with one harsh tug. But it seemed such a shame to damage it when it was the exact shade of his hero costume.

You had to know what you were doing.

“You doin’ that on purpose, hah?”

“No, daddy. I would never.” You spoke so innocently but your actions were anything but, sitting up and turning around so he got the perfect view of your breasts. Smiling at the way your step-dad’s eyes glazed over, mouth agape as he continued to blatantly ogle you. “If you keep getting lost on the way to your bedroom maybe you should start sleeping with me instead.”

You definitely hadn’t expected his answer.

“Gonna let me sleep in your bed?” You found yourself nodding n. agreement, although you suddenly felt shy. Trying to keep up the bold act as he took a daring step forward, you hadn’t expected him to bite.

“Yeah? Gonna look after your old man.” You gasped when he came towards you, standing at the foot of your bed so you could get a better look at his exposed skin. Still damp from his shower as your eyes mapped out every ridge and scar across his body.

“You gonna sleep with me, daddy?” Bakugou groaned at the implication, you were pure sin.

“Is that what you want?” He asked huskily, your head nodding before he’d even finished the sentence.

Bakugou groaned when he reached out to squeeze one of your breasts through the sheer fabric of your bra, thumbing the fabric as he watched your nipples harden beneath it. Your back arching into his touch as the straps fell off your shoulders, shuffling your knees to come closer to the edge of the bed towards him. Fingers tugging at his towel. He let it drop to the floor shamelessly as you gasped at the sight of his thick, fat cock. He smirked at your reaction, already feeling himself regaining control in the situation after being completely blindsided by you.

“This the biggest one you’ve seen?” Bakugou laughed as you nodded your head, instantly reaching your hand out to wrap around it but he couldn’t let you. With the amount of pent up tension he had in his body because of you, he knew he wouldn’t be able to last long. Instead, grasping your small wrist in his palm as he moved it away. A look of hurt flashing in your features as he shook his head, moving both his large palms to your thighs to pull them out from beneath you, laying you back flat on your bed.

“Gonna let daddy taste this pretty pussy?” He hummed, gliding the back of his knuckles along your covered folds as you rolled your hips into his touch, trying to get him to touch you where you needed it most as he felt just how wet your panties were already.

“Please-” You gasped as Bakugou’s palms grabbed your waist, raising you up and moving you towards your headboard as though you weighed nothing. A sheer indication of his strength as your mattress dipped from his weight as he settled between your thighs.

Fingertips tugging the thin hem of your panties as he pulled them down your thighs, noticing the silvery strings of your slick catching against the fabric and splitting off to stick to your inner thighs. Bakugou’s breath catching in his throat as his eyes met the sight of your naked cunt for the first time. Your folds glistening invitingly as your wetness glistened in the early morning light. Unable to resist running his calloused thumb through them as he split you apart, pressing against your clit before continuing lower. The tip of his thumb pressing against your entrance as he felt just how tight you were. Barely able to fit the expanse of his thumb inside you as he began to circle it, smirking at the way you tried to suck him in.

“Daddy, don’t tease. I can take it-“ You whined, rolling your hips to try and get him inside you.

“You can take it, can you?” Bakugou rasped, smirking at the whine that left your lips when he moved his thumb away from your folds, pressing a gentle kiss to your clit, “‘m not sure you can, little girl.”

Leaning down onto his chest as he curved his large palms around your thighs, spreading you open for him as he blew cold air against your bare cunt. Watching the way your body responded to him as he stared up at you. Half lidded eyes gazing back down at him as your chest heaved in anticipation. Unable to wait any longer as his resolve crumbled, sliding the flat of his tongue along your folds as he gave your cunt a languid lick. Your hips arched off the bed erratically at the sensation, hands immediately weaving into his messy blond hair as you let out a shrill cry. The thin stubble along his jaw scratching against your soft skin roughly, creating a delicious friction that had you begging for more.

Fuck, you were so responsive. He repeated the motion to try and pull more of those sweet sounds from your lips, your nails grazing his scalp as he began to feast on your pretty cunt. Swirling his tongue around your puffy clit before travelling lower, dipping the tip inside your tight entrance.

“Daddy, fuck-“ You whined, your thighs tightening on either side of his head as you tried to keep him pressed against your cunt, “Feels so good-“

“Yeah, sweetheart?” Bakugou groaned, sliding a single finger inside your tight entrance as he began to slurp at your clit. Your inner walls clenched around him immediately, sending a surge of desire directly to his cock. If you felt this tight around one of his fingers, imagine how tight you’d feel around his cock.

You tasted even better than he could’ve ever imagined, the sweetest ambrosia that he would have made deals with the devil to sample.

“Want more, daddy. Please-” You pleaded with him, wanting to feel the force of him stretching you out.

“Sure you can take it, pretty girl?” He smirked against your clit, sucking it between his lips as watched your mouth open in pleasure.

“Yes, please-” You keened as he obliged, pushing a second finger inside your tightness and groaning as he felt the way your body tried to tighten around him.

“You need to relax, Princess. Too damn tight-“ He rasped, scissoring his fingers to try and prepare you for his cock. Wet, lewd squelches filling your room as you writhe beneath him.

His fingers curved towards the spongy spot inside you that you’d never been able to reach with your own. Navigating towards it like he knew exactly how to make you come undone. Something that probably came with years of experience, nothing like the boys you’d been with before who would jab into your tight walls frantically as they tried to speed past the intimate act of foreplay.

“Fuck, daddy. ‘m gonna cum.” You gasped at how fast your climax had washed over you, unused to the sensation as you let out a loud cry. Your toes curling as your thighs squeezed either side of his head, his lips still wrapped around your clit as he worked you through your climax, pulling more of those pretty sounds from your lips.

“Fuck,” Bakugou groaned, moving back from your slit as your juices dribbled from the side of his lips, glistening against his chin as he continued pumping his fingers in and out of your quivering walls as he cherished the sensation.

Licking his lips as he wiped the back of his hand along his chin, offering his slick coated fingers to you as you eagerly sucked them into your mouth. Swirling your tongue around them as you taste yourself on his skin.

Bakugou moving up from between your thighs as he let the fat meat of his cock flop down on your abdomen, the mushroomed head oozing pre as it dribbled against your skin near your belly button. The suggestion that he would be that deep inside you when he fucked you made your abdomen swirl, your empty cunt clenching at the thought.

Tugging the sheer cups of your bra down to let your round breasts spill out. Palming the soft skin as he watched how responsive you were to him. Tweaking your soft nipples between his thumb and forefinger until they pebbled beneath his touch, pulling more sinful sounds from your lips.

His hands moving to your thighs as he began to grind the length of his cock along your sloppy folds, the veins of his cock catching against your puffy clit as he rolled his hips. Watching the way your tits bounced as he ruts himself against you.

“God, you’re so fuckin’ pretty.” He rasped, imagining how much prettier you’d look covered in his cum. Wondering if you’d let him take a photograph after so he’d have something to stroke his cock to at night when he lay in bed with your mother.

“I want you inside me, daddy.”

“Shit,” He groaned when your fingers began to press down on the tip of his cock, trying to catch it against your tight entrance as you angled your hips to get him inside, “I can’t without- Got any condoms in there?”

Bakugou leaned over towards your bedside table, tugging it open as you wrapped your thighs around his waist, your ankles locking behind his back to try and keep him positioned on top of you.

“I’m on the pill, mum said it would be better for college.”

Bakugou felt his cock throb at your words before his nose scrunched in annoyance. The simple idea of any college boys putting their inexperienced hands on you, using you for their perverted gain had him seething. You deserved to be treated better than that, to be looked after. There was nothing you could get from those inexperienced boys that he couldn’t give you. You needed a real man, a man that had the experience, the care and that wouldn’t leave you after a quick fuck.

“Yeah? Been letting those spotty college boys fuck this tight little pussy, have you?” Bakugou snarled, but it was more to find out how far you’d actually gone with anyone before.

“N-no, they’ve wanted to. But I’ve never let them do this-”

Bakugou’s nostrils flared in relief as he felt a pride swell inside him, you’d never let anyone do this but you were letting him. Good. You were his, he’d treat you properly. He’d make sure you enjoyed this.

“Want daddy to make you feel good?” He groaned when he pushed the fat head of his cock against your tight entrance.

“Please, I want it.” You whined when you felt Bakugou ease his hips forward. A dull ache forming between your thighs as he began to split you open on his cock.

“Jesus christ.” He groaned, feeling the way you clenched around him as he slipped inside inch by inch, trying his best not to rut his hips forward and bury himself inside you to the hilt with one thrust, “So fuckin’ tight.”

“It hurts, daddy.” You pouted, Bakugou’s thumb navigating towards your clit in an instant as he began to press sloppy circles against it. Your eyes were glossy as you tried to fight back tears, your lower lip trembling as Bakugou pressed a rough kiss to the side of your knee.

“I know, sweetheart. I know. Gonna make you feel so good soon though.” Bakugou watched the way his cock disappeared inside your tiny walls. Pressing the palm of his hand against your mound to feel the way he was stretching you out.

“You’re so big—“ Your words were innocent, matter-of-fact but you had no idea what they did to him. His hips jerking messily as he buried the final inches inside your tightness, his tip kissing your cervix as the messy hairs at the base of his cock tickled your clit.

“Those college boys ever make you feel this good, hah?” Bakugou grunted, certain he already knew the answer from the way you were clinging to him, eyes rolling back as your nails dug into his wrists as they held your legs apart, “They even make you cum?”

“N-oh,” You gasped as his cock brushed against a certain spot inside you, igniting a sensation you’d never felt before. Bakugou was pleased with the answer, knowing that he would be the only man to make you cum. You were his, and he refused to let anyone else have you.

“Bet that shitty fuckin’ boyfriend of yours wouldn’t even know how to make you cum, would he sweetheart?” Bakugou’s hips snapped against your thighs bruisingly, keeping a frantic pace. His body still aching from his strenuous night shift but he was determined to make you feel good.

He wouldn’t last long, your eager walls clenching around him so perfectly as he split you apart on his cock. He couldn’t remember the last time he’d felt this good, your smaller hands reaching up to wrap around his broad shoulders. Eagerly trying to pull his lips down to yours, meeting in a sloppy kiss as he continued to fuck himself into you.

“Fuck, daddy. Gonna cum-“ You gasped, he’s just so deep inside you. His thick cock catching against every single ridge inside you, pressing against that spot inside you that would have you seeing stars. Your breasts bounced harshly with each roll of his hips, crying out for him as he continued to pound himself against your bruised cervix.

“Do it, sweetheart. Cum for daddy.” He groaned at the way your walls began to flutter around him, crying out as you came undone. Your body quivering as he fucked you through your release, your thighs shaking as he tried to hold on to his climax for longer. Wanting this moment to last as long as possible, but it was difficult with the way you were squeezing his cock. Eagerly trying to milk him of his release as he continued to listen to the sweet sounds he pulled from your lips.

“Shit, ‘m gonna cum.” Bakugou moved to slip out of you, more than content with cumming all over your perfect body but your thighs locked him in. Keeping him buried inside you as his hips faltered, his grip on the back of your thighs bruising as he began to feel the bliss of his orgasm surging through him.

“F-uck, you naughty girl-“ He grunted as he came, spilling thick, white ropes of his cum inside your willing walls. Still convulsing around him as you tried to milk him of his release, his balls lightening as he gave you all he had. Emptying himself inside your tight heat.

Bakugou kept himself sheathed inside you for a moment longer, cherishing the sensation of your tight cunt clenching around him in the after tremors of your climax.

Slowly slipping out of you to see the thick creamy ring of your release coating the base of his cock and his balls, looking towards your stretched cunt to see his pearly cum beginning to seep out of your convulsing walls. Unable to resist pressing a finger against you to push it back inside, blunt nails grazing against your inner walls. Your hands reached for his wrist as you tugged it away from your cunt, pulling it up to your lips as you cleaned the mixture of yours and his release off the digits.

The action causing Bakugou to groan as his spent cock began to throb painfully, already thinking about pushing himself back inside your silky walls.

“You look tired, are you gonna sleep in here with me, daddy?” Tugging on his wrist in an attempt to get him to lay down beside you. His large frame completely covering your own as he pulled your back against his chest, resting his chin on top of your head as he wrapped his muscular arms around you.

“You better wake your old man up before your ma gets home,” He murmured, basking in the scent of radiating from your pillow.

“I will, daddy. Promise.” You wiggled your ass back against his crotch as you got comfortable, the movement causing him to tighten his grip around you to stop you moving.

He’d said it before and he’d say it again, you were going to be the fucking death of him.

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kingkatsuki · 3 years

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Aphrodisiacs | Kirishima Eijirou x Reader

𝐀𝐩𝐡𝐫𝐨𝐝𝐢𝐬𝐢𝐚𝐜𝐬 - 𝐚 𝐟𝐨𝐨𝐝, 𝐝𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐤, 𝐨𝐫 𝐨𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐬𝐭𝐢𝐦𝐮𝐥𝐚𝐭𝐞𝐬 𝐬𝐞𝐱𝐮𝐚𝐥 𝐝𝐞𝐬𝐢𝐫𝐞.

Kinktober masterlist.

Summary: Based on this thirst post. Kirishima is so obsessed with you, even though you’re Bakugou’s girlfriend. He’d do absolutely anything to be with you, even if it means pretending to be hit with a Sex Pollen quirk-

Pairing: Kirishima Eijirou x f!reader.

Warnings: 18+, dubcon, Pervy Kirishima, fake!sex pollen, manipulation, coercion, cheating, cunnilingus, unprotected sex, creampie.

Word Count: 3.4k.

A loud banging on the door broke you from your paperback, it was still hours until Bakugou was due back from his patrol and he seldom forgot his keys. Marking your page as you quietly slipped up from your position on the couch as you cautiously made your way to your front door. Hearing shouts of your name from the other side that eased your beating heart as you deciphered who it was. Opening the door to come face to face with your boyfriend's best friend.

“Eijirou- you don’t look so good.” You took in the dishevelled state of the pro, dirt and crime covered his body as his shoulder collapsed into the door, pushing it open wider as you placed a hand on his bicep to help him into your house.

His body jerking at the sudden contact as he let out a string of curses that were completely uncharacteristic for the redhead, the sound making you recoil in shock as he winced.

“‘m sorry,” He spoke through short pants, “it’s not me, it’s- quirk-“

“A quirk? Eijirou, what happened?”

“Villain- hit me, quirk- I think I’m dying.” Your eyes widened at his admission, fear coursing through your veins as you watched your boyfriends best friend quiver in the doorway.

“It’s— sex,” He grunted, “I need-“ his words came out broken as you felt your heart speed up, “I need your help.”

There was no way you could help him with this, why you? There must be a protocol set up for this kind of thing at the agency? Professionals that dealt with this on a daily basis that would be better equipped to deal with this than you.

“Bakugou’s the one that sent me here,” Kirishima continued panting, his large palm hanging onto the door frame as he hunched over, “He said you could help-,”

You hadn’t heard from your husband all afternoon, which wasn’t unusual when he was out on patrol. Some days could have him texting you throughout, others he would come home covered in all sorts of dirt and grime after playing the hero.

“Katsu didn’t messag-,” You began to speak but Kirishima cut you off.

“There was no time.” Kirishima continued. “He told me to come here, that you would help.”

“Help with what?” You looked at the pained expression on his face with worry, sweat sticking his red hair to his temples and trickling down his cheeks, “I think we should get you to hospital, Eij.”

“No!” You jumped at his reaction, his voice raised as wild eyes glanced up at you, “No hospitals.”

“But you need-“

“Please help me,” You could’ve sworn he was crying as you watched his chest heave, prominent muscles on full display in his hero costume as he moved a hand to his heart, “It hurts so bad.”

You worried your lip between your teeth, looking the man up and down. Kirishima did look in a great deal of pain, more than you’d ever seen him in before. His chest heaving as strained breaths left his lips, dishevelled long hair framing his face like a mane and making him appear wild, feral.

And he’d said that Bakugou said it would be okay, that you could help him. And you could- It would be terrible to leave him suffering like this, wouldn’t it? Especially when you could help.

“Don’t you want to help me?” He sounded so pitiful, brows furrowed as he clenched his teeth. Your heart hammering in your chest as you could only imagine the great deal of pain he was in.

You had to help him end his suffering.

“Okay.” It was the faintest whisper that left your lips but Kirishima was already on top of you in an instant, his large palms grabbing the plush at your waist as his lips crashed down onto yours in a fiery kiss that was all tongue and teeth.

Your smaller hands reached up to brace yourself against his broad shoulders, trying to match his intense pace as he melted into you. His sharp teeth catching against your bottom lip as you let out a shocked gasp, allowing him to invade your mouth with his tongue. His grip against you almost bruising as he began to rut the tent in his hero pants against your side, feeling just how hard and desperate he was for you.

“Fuck, you feel so good.” Kirishima groaned as he allowed his hands to move around to the curve of your ass, groping you as he almost lifted you from the ground, pulling the cheeks up and letting them fall as he massaged them with large palms, “So soft-”

You tried to ignore how foreign his hands felt against your body, almost rougher than Bakugou as he explored new territory. A different kind of heat as Kirishima moved his fingers between your thighs, stroking them along your leggings. Your body jolting as the sensation was so unfamiliar compared to your boyfriend.

Peppering your face with kisses as his hands moved higher, groping at your skin perilously as he navigated towards your breasts.

Kirishima’s large hand dwarfing your chest as he palmed your breast roughly, fingertips digging into the soft skin as you let out a shocked gasp, “Eijirou, slow down—“

You tried to reason but the unbreakable man was already tearing at your shirt, the rip of fabric sounding in your house as he pulled the material from your body. Exposing your plain black bra to his ruby gaze. A groan leaving his lips at the sight as he pawed at the cups, tugging the straps off your shoulders as your breasts bounced free. The bra still secure around your torso as he leaned down to capture one of your pebbling nipples between his lips. Teeth grazing your sensitive areolas as he began to palm the neglected one, soft vibrations flowing through your skin as he moaned around the stiffened peak. Spit drooling down his chin as he flicked the other nipple, rolling it between his thumb and forefinger as he began to tease and tug it.

Your hands carding through his wild hair for some semblance of reality, everything about this felt so different to intimacy with Bakugou. Another man's hands all over your body that didn’t belong to your lover, it was something so taboo.

“It hurts so bad,” Kirishima lamented, teeth grazing against your skin as you felt your body instinctively begin to heat up.

“Tell me what you need me to do,” You replied, the entire situation foreign to you. Maybe you could just stroke his cock, it would be enough to help him to climax and he would be okay.

“Touch me, please.” Kirishima whined around your breast, rutting his hips for emphasis as he caught your wrist in his large hand. Moving it towards the prominent bulge beneath his pants as he pressed your open palm against it. Rutting his hips into you with a hiss, “Need you-“

You squeezed tentatively, watching the way his eyes rolled back, the scent of his sweat overpowering your senses as you tried to wrap your hand around him through the fabric. He smelt completely different to Bakugou, almost foreign to you as he continued to plead with you to make him feel good. His hands slipping towards his pants to unzip them, tugging them down just enough to free his aching cock. The fabric bunched around the curve of his ass as his large cock flopped out. You weren’t sure whether he was as long as Bakugou, but what he lost in length he made up for with girth. The mushroomed head thick at the top of his cock as thick veins forked down his monster size. Wondering whether you’d even be able to take him inside, he was huge. The heavy weight of it indicated by the way it didn’t curve upright, instead drooping against one of his thick thighs. Pre-cum dribbling from the tip as he pushed himself back into your touch, your hand barely circling him as you gave an experimental pump.

“I-is this okay?” You asked quietly, trying to gauge his reaction as you circled your wrist at the tip, smearing his pre along the length to give more lubrication as you began to pump him slowly. A husky whine leaving his lips as he shuddered in your grasp, rutting himself into your touch as you stroked his cock.

“You’re so good, so perfect.” He continued to ramble as he pressed soft kisses against your cheek, trailing down to the pulse point on your neck as his teeth latched onto the supple skin. The action catching you off guard as you gasped in pain, moving your hand from his cock as you used both hands to try and push him away.

“Kiri- no marks, please-“ You were certain this was something Bakugou would object to, not enough that he was allowing his best friend to use you for sweet relief in his time of need, but to leave lasting evidence? That was something else.

“M’sorry, baby.” He cooed, his hands instead moving to tug your black leggings down your thighs, your panties going with them in one swift movement, “Sorry, you just feel so good.”

It felt awkward being naked in front of a man that wasn’t your boyfriend, a different set of eyes leering at your naked body as you shuffled uncomfortably in front of him. Feeling large palms push you back onto the couch as he parted your thighs, giving him the perfect view of your messy folds.

“You’re acting like you’re not enjoying this,” Kirishima murmured, kneeling onto the plush cushions beside you as he stroked the calloused pad of his thumb through your slick, parting your folds, “But look at this.”

He held his thumb up from your body as you watched the silvery string of slick snap in two as your juices glistened in the light. Kirishima immediately dipping his thumb into his mouth like a baby suckling as he tasted your essence. A groan leaving his lips at the taste as he cleaned you off him, gasping in surprise when he circled your thighs, hoisting your cunt up towards his lips and leaving just your shoulders and head pressed onto the couch.

“I gotta taste you, baby. I’ll be quick- so quick- gotta prep you-,” He slurred, not giving you a moment to object before he took a long swipe at your leaky folds. His tongue delving between them as he nuzzled your clit with his nose, dipping the tip into your hole as he crudely slurped at your slick.

He was more insistent than Bakugou, far more inexperienced with your body as he moved to take as much as he could. Unlike your boyfriend who made it his mission to find out what made you tick, the places he could touch to make you cry out for him and finding the quickest ways to make you come undone. You supposed it was the quirk that was making Kirishima act this way, the sense of urgency he held was due to the fact that he was about to explode at any moment. A fact that you held onto consistently in your mind, worried that this might not be enough. Almost like a fear deep within that something could still go wrong.

Kirishima was feasting on you like a man starved, his nose nudging your clit as he pushed his tongue inside your tight entrance. Crudely slurping at your slick as you writhed beneath him, your walls constricting around his tongue as the familiar sensation of your climax begin to brew inside you. The coil tightening within as Kirishima continued to pump his tongue in and out of you, trying desperately to get as deep inside you as he could. Rolling your hips as you ground yourself against his face, your chest heaving as you felt yourself come undone. A high-pitched keen leaving your lips as your orgasm washed over you, toes curling as your thighs clenched around his face. Trying to subdue the intense sensation of his tongue lashing inside you as he eagerly lapped up your release.

“Eijirou,” You gasped, trying to pull his head back from your slit as you felt his teeth nip at your clit, an ache forming between your thighs as you pushed him away.

“Not enough.” He continued to ramble, “I need more, I need you please.”

Kirishima wrapped his palm around the base of his cock, giving himself a quick tug before he positioned himself at your entrance. Sliding the bulging head of his cock through your folds as he nudged your clit, coating himself in your slick as he prepared himself to dip inside you. Grinding against your warmth as half-lidded eyes gazed down at you, dragging himself through your slick until his tip caught against your tight entrance.

“Wait, Eiji- we need a condom.” You tried to raise yourself on your elbows as you moved to climb out from beneath him but Kirishima caged your body in. Towering over your form as you felt the intense stretch of his cock forcing it’s way inside your tightness.

“Can’t wait, baby. Need you now-“

“Eijirou-“ You clawed at his back as you felt his thick cock stretching you out, not giving you a moment to adjust to his girth as he bullied his cock inside you, “Not so fast-“

Your mouth open in a constant whine as you tried to focus on something other than the intense ache that permeated in your core, your inner walls clenching around the intrusion as your body fought to push him back.

“Shit, Bakugou is so fucking lucky,” Kirishima groaned, feeling your tightness sucking him in deeper as he bottomed out inside you. The messy black hairs at the base of his cock tickling your clit as he revelled in the sensation of you, “So tight.”

“Eij-” You gasped as he began to move inside you, large palms circling the backs of your knees as he pushed your thighs towards your chest, red eyes watching his thick cock slipping in and out of your depths as your creamy slick left rings around the base of his cock.

“Such a good girl for me,” He groaned, biting down on his bottom lip as he barred his sharp teeth, “Takin’ my cock so well.”

There was something so primal about his movements, focused on the pleasure that each roll of his hips into your dripping core created. The sight of you folded beneath him captivating as his sharp Adonis belt dug into your thighs each time he pushed forward, drilling into you as he watched your breasts bounce from the motion.

Pain slowly began to morph into pleasure as you tried to forget the extenuating circumstances that had you here, the ache in your heart as you tried to ignore the betrayal you felt for your boyfriend, even though he had said it was okay. You were doing this for Kirishima, protecting a hero from a terrible quirk that had beguiled him. Bakugou would be proud, Kirishima would be so thankful— it was a good thing.

“Look at that sloppy pussy,” Kirishima hadn’t even seemed to notice that your thoughts were elsewhere, instead enamoured by the lewd squelch your tight walls made each time his fat cock plunged in and out of your sloppy pussy. A large palm coming down on the curve of your ass as Kirishima spanked you, groaning at the way your skin rippled against his touch as he repeated the motion.

“Does Bakugou spank you like this?” He goaded, grabbing a large handful of your ass as your skin prickled, “Bet he does, you like it when he does it huh?”

You weren’t sure how to answer as Kirishima continued his pace, nodding your head pathetically as you felt the tip of his cock bruising your cervix. The girth enough to have you feeling completely full as you felt your orgasm beginning to build inside you.

“How is it, Eij?” You gasped at a particularly hard thrust, “Are you okay?”

“So fucking good.” He groaned, “It’s like you were made for me.”

There’s no way Bakugou would’ve been happy at Kirishima's words, your thoughts flying to what your boyfriend would do if he was in the room watching. Probably tell his best friend to finish himself off while he reclaimed you as his own. But you tried to ignore it, obviously the quirk had taken over his rationale and once he met his release he would be okay.

Kirishima leaning forward to press wet, open-mouthed kisses against your neck. His weight heavy on top of you as you tried your best to reciprocate. He was going to be okay and it was all thanks to you, your hands clinging to his muscular back as he pounded into your tightness, nails digging into his skin as you tried to ignore the dull ache in your pelvis from his thrusts.

“‘m so fucking close, baby.” Kirishima groaned, burying his face in your neck as his thrusts became more sloppy, “You gonna cum with me?”

He moved his fingers down towards your clit, his thumb pressing clumsy circles against it as he worked you towards your release. Your body betraying you as you felt yourself succumbing to the pleasure, a gasp leaving your lips as you came around his cock, milking him for his release as he felt you clench around him.

“Fuck, I’m gonna cum—“

“Not inside,“ Your eyes widened in fear at the realisation,“Please, Eij. Don’t cum inside.”

“Can’t stop-“ He stammered, his balls slapping against the curve of your ass with each messy thrust, “Feels too good—“

You gasped as he changed the angle, sitting up on his forearms as ruby red eyes stared down at you while he gave your warm body a few more thrusts, each time his cock dragging along the spongy spot inside you as his eyes rolled back in pleasure. Feeling the dam inside him burst as he spilled white, hot spurts of cum inside your tight walls.

“Fuck, take it all-“ He grunted, pushing himself inside you to the hilt as he cherished the sensation of your tight walls pulsing around him. His cock throbbing inside you as he savoured every last moment of bliss, “Holy shit.”

His lips pressing soft kisses against your neck as you felt his chest continue to heave as he tried to gain his breath back. Hands skimming your sides as he pulled back to look into your eyes, suddenly feeling completely exposed in front of your boyfriends best friend.

“How’re you feeling, Eiji? Did it work?” You murmured, unsure whether the quirk had finally worn off.

“I-I think so?” He murmured, pressing his sweaty forehead against your own as he stayed buried deep inside your clenching walls, “I didn’t hurt you did I?”

“No, it’s okay. You weren’t yourself—“

“I know,” He groaned as he finally pulled out of your tight cunt, ruby eyes immediately focusing on his cum slowly trickling out of your convulsing heat.

“We better not bring this up around Bakugou, yeah?” Kirishima gave you his signature smile as he began to put his pants back on, “I wouldn’t want to make him uncomfortable, you know? It must’ve been hard for him to agree to this at all.”

Kirishima had a point, you weren’t even sure how you were supposed to bring this up with your boyfriend anyway. ‘Yes, I helped Kirishima out with the sex pollen quirk. Yes, it was okay. No, he didn’t wear a condom— it was too many awkward questions that you didn’t want to share with Bakugou, embarrassment slowly filling your body as you lay in front of Kirishima completely naked.

“Yeah, that’s fine-“ You smiled gratefully as he handed you your shirt, the way he stared at your naked chest not going unnoticed by you as you slipped the fabric over your head.

“I’ll text him and tell him what happened, don’t you worry about anything okay? I appreciate you helping me out you know-“ Kirishima gave you a signature smile as he fixed his belt buckle back into position, pulling his cell phone from his pants as he waved it towards you for emphasis.

“And remember, it’s our little secret.”

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kingkatsuki · 3 years

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stepdad katsuki loves to fuck you. it’s like number two in his top five things to do. he does it anytime he has spare time, even if your mum’s in the other room. you’ve tried to stop him in the past, but he’s had you bent over the counter with your underwear around your ankles in seconds before you can even whimper in protest.

i just love stepdad bakugou. thank you for turning my thirsty ask into a fic! i love ur writing !!

Warnings: 18+, pseudo-incest, slight mention of manipulation, cheating, big age gap (reader in 20s, Bakugou mid-40s)

He just can’t help it. Your tight cute cunt clenching around him perfectly whenever he splits you apart on his cock. Pulling those pretty sounds from your lips whenever he bends you over the kitchen counter before he’s even had his morning coffee.

You’ve practically fucked on every available surface in the house, taking advantage of every stolen opportunity as his hands palm your body.

Sometimes increasing the risk when his wife is in the same house, the risk of your mum walking in at any moment has your inner walls fluttering around him, telling him to be careful and that your mum might find you both but he can’t stop. His calloused fingers pinching and pulling at your hardened nipples as he tries to angle his hips to muffle the sound of skin slapping against skin. Painting your velvety walls with his pearly ropes of cum before he’s pulling your panties back in place. Feeling the warm liquid slowly seeping out of you while your mum eagerly takes the mug of coffee your step-dad offers her. Completely unaware of the illicit activities that happened in the room moments earlier.

Sneaking into the bathroom when you’re taking a shower as he strips off and climbs in behind you. His large palm covering your mouth as he presses you against the cool tiles. Fucking into you from behind as he muffles your cries. The perfect, prettiest cocksleeve. You were made just for him.

Letting you cockwarm him when your mum is out doing chores, a smirk on his face as he watches the way you writhe and struggle on his lap as he watches sports. Waiting until the ad breaks to give you your reward as he fucks his cock up into you. Bouncing you on his lap as you chase your release, no need no subdue your cries of pleasure in the empty house as he brings you towards your climax. Stopping just as the match starts up again. Making you whine and beg for him to give you more. Instead he cups one of your pretty tits in a large palm and holds onto it gently while he watches the television. Whispering promises in your ear about how he’ll make you feel so good when it’s over, has your daddy ever let you down before?

He loves how jealous you get over your mum. Watching the way your nose scrunches into a glare as you watch her put her hands all over him. Your mind instantly thinking about the way he touches her while you’re alone in your bedroom next door. Bakugou waiting until you’re alone together to show you who he really cares about. Who he really wants. “It’s you, it’s always been you.” His rough stubble tickling your thighs as he presses a gentle kiss to your sensitive clit.

You feel guilty, you really do. But your stepdad made it difficult to think straight when his hands were all over you. His husky voice whispering praises into your ears.

“This is wrong, daddy. We can’t do this anymore. We need to stop—“ You’d tried to tell him over and over, but he wasn’t ready to give you up. You’re his perfect, good girl and he’d move heaven and earth for you.

“I know you don’t mean that, Princess.” His hands soothing along your sides as he presses gentle kisses to your neck, “Daddy’s always gonna be here to take care of you.”

He always said just “one more time”, but of course it never came to fruition. One time turned to two, two to three— it was a vicious cycle you couldn’t shake but you weren’t sure you wanted to. Touching yourself in bed at night to the thought of him. Sending him lewd selfies of yourself laying alone when he was just down the hall. Some nights the photographs enough to coax him into your bed. Having your daddy sleeping beside you when your mum was left in bed alone. There was just something about you that was worth the risk.

Scaring away any potential boyfriends at the door. Ensuring to answer it in a tight vest that shows his sheer size, his muscular arms on full display as he glares down at the potential suitors. Despising the fact that any of these boys dare even think they could put their tiny dicks anywhere near your perfect little pussy. Watching the way their eyes widen when they realise who your stepdad is.

Bakugou going into your room in an instant as he reminds you who you really belong to, that no spotty guy in his twenties is ever going to compare to him. Cherishing the sound of your voice when he asks you “who do you fuckin’ belong to?” And your reply is always the same, “you, daddy.”

You enjoy teasing him the most when Uncle Kirishima comes round, offering them both beers as you prance around in next to nothing. Unable to ignore the way Kirishima’s ruby eyes roam your exposed skin, nostrils flaring as he watches from the rim of his beer bottle.

#tw:incest #trigger:incest #trigger:cheating #tw:cheating #jo thirsts #bakugou thirsts #thirst posts

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kingkatsuki · 3 years

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Blackmail | Fatgum / Toyomitsu Taishiro x Reader

𝐁𝐥𝐚𝐜𝐤𝐦𝐚𝐢𝐥 - 𝐝𝐞𝐦𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐦𝐨𝐧𝐞𝐲 𝐨𝐫 𝐚𝐧𝐨𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐛𝐞𝐧𝐞𝐟𝐢𝐭 𝐟𝐫𝐨𝐦 (𝐬𝐨𝐦𝐞𝐨𝐧𝐞) 𝐢𝐧 𝐫𝐞𝐭𝐮𝐫𝐧 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐧𝐨𝐭 𝐫𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐚𝐥𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐜𝐨𝐦𝐩𝐫𝐨𝐦𝐢𝐬𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐨𝐫 𝐝𝐚𝐦𝐚𝐠𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐢𝐧𝐟𝐨𝐫𝐦𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧 𝐚𝐛𝐨𝐮𝐭 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐦.

Kinktober masterlist.

Summary: Based on this thirst post. You often come into the agency to pick your boyfriend Kirishima up after work, but Fat-gum is sick and tired of you constantly being a tease and he wants to take you for himself.

Pairing: Fatgum / Toyomitsu Taishiro x f!reader.

Warnings: 18+, sleazy Fatgum, dubcon, manipulation, blackmail, coercion, cheating, blowjobs, cunnilingus, panty theft.

Word Count: 2.8k.

“You’re such a good girl, aren’tcha,” Taishiro smirked as he pulled his desk chair closer to you, the wheels scraping against the floor as he settled between your parted thighs. At his stature even sitting down his head was level with yours as he caged you against him, “You don’t want Kiri findin’ out what you like to do when he’s not around, huh?”

“But I don’t do anything—“ Your throat began to constrict as you found yourself choking up, tears beginning to pool in your lash line as you tried to blink them away.

“I mean, I could just let him go- but you wouldn’t want that, would you?”

“Let him go?” Your voice trembled, what did he mean ‘let him go’?

“I mean I’m sure there are plenty of other agencies that would take ‘im. Especially now he’s broke the top twenty-“ Taishiro began to list off other Hero agencies in the area, names that didn’t seem all that bad, “But you’d have to tell him that it’s your fault he can’t work here anymore, you know that right?”

You worried your lip between your teeth as you stared at the large man in front of you, weighing up your options. His palms disappearing beneath the hem of your skirt as he stroked along your inner thighs, “What’re we gonna tell Kiri, huh?”

You tried desperately to blink back the tears as you felt him squeeze at the apex of your thighs, his meaty fingers pressing into the supple skin as you tried to calm your racing heart.

“He doesn’t have to know.” You repeated Taishiro’s words to you from moments earlier, watching how his lips curled into a smug smile as he looked like the cat that got the cream. Sitting back in his chair as he began to brush the pad of his thumb along the crotch of your panties, feeling the heat radiating from beneath the fabric.

“Knew you’d see it my way, sweets.” Taishiro grinned, “How about we start with ya takin’ that off.” He indicated to your top as you swallowed thickly, trying to hide your embarrassment as you slowly pulled it up and over your head.

Leaving you clad in a simple red bra that conveniently matched the panties you wore as Taishiro let out a lewd groan, one of his palms easily dwarfing your breast as he massaged it through the sheer fabric, thumbing your nipple until he felt it pebble beneath his touch. Hardening to a stiffened peak as he moaned softly, wrapping his arms around you to undo the clasp of your bra as he buried his face between your tits. Pressing wet, open-mouthed kisses against the exposed skin before taking one of your nipples into his mouth. His tongue swirling around it as he hummed gently, sending pleasurable vibrations throughout your body.

“Your tits look so fuckin’ small in my hands, sweetheart. Look-“ Taishiro palmed your chest, thumbs rolling your nipples in soft circles as he felt the weight of them in his palms. Trying to ingrain the sight of you to memory as he sat back in his chair.

You were nervous that Kirishima could walk in at any time and catch you in such a compromising position. His boss' hands up your skirt while he toyed with your naked breasts, instantly imagining the hurt look that would flash across his ruby eyes. This was wrong, so wrong. But it felt like you didn’t have any other choice, you didn’t want Kirishima to lose his job, his happiness, because of you.

“Oh, we’re not done yet darlin’,” Taishiro smirked at you as his hands moved to his belt buckle, unfastening it as he tugged his fly down. Raising his hips just enough to tug his boxers and trousers down, freeing his aching cock.

You’d thought Kirishima was but the first time you’d seen him, but this? This didn’t even seem real. Almost like a phallic toy that you’d only see in those niche porno movies, the thick meat of it flat against his thigh as the bulging head oozed with pre. Your cunt clenched painfully at the mere suggestion of him trying to penetrate you, the fear of it enough for you to work up the courage to tell him no and go and spill your guts to your boyfriend.

“Oh, don’t look so scared, sweets.” He continued stroking the hem of your panties, teasingly slipping beneath the fabric to press against your mound, “Ain’t no way I’d ever make you take all of me like that— especially not the first time.”

A peculiar relief spread through you at his admission, your heart no longer pounding against your rib cage with the thought of being split in two by his monstrous cock. But the first time? This would be the only time—

“Oh no, I just want you to suck my dick.” The words left his lips so bluntly you could’ve mistaken them as him ordering his morning coffee, “You can do that for me, can’t you babe?”

Taishiro wrapped a large palm around his cock, giving himself a languid stroke as his thumb flicked against his slit. Gathering the pre that oozed along the underside of his cock as he stroked it along his length. Even his balls looked huge, at least tennis ball size as you debated whether you’d even be able to fit one in a single palm. Still nervous, but hopeful that if he came quickly you would be able to get yourself out of this situation before Kirishima returned from his shower.

“I know Kirishima must be getting that good head,” Taishiro grinned, pushing his chair back from the desk as he spread his thick thighs, giving you space to slink onto the floor between them. His free hand groping one of your breasts on your descent, “He’s not small either, is he?”

Shaking your head ‘no’ as you stared up at him from your position on the floor, his hand curling around your neck as his thumb stroked your jawline softly, using the grip to bring you closer to his cock. Your hand tentatively reaching out to wrap around his girth, surprised at the weight of him as he let go of his cock.

“Don’t look so worried, sweetheart.” Taishiro cooed, moving your head until it was face to face with the tip of his cock, pushing your lips against his slit as his salty pre smeared against your lips. Instinctively slipping your tongue out to swipe at the moisture, tasting him on your tongue as you stared up at him with those doe-like eyes, “This is our little secret.”

Leaning into his touch as he pushed the fat tip of his cock against your tongue, his large palm still holding the back of your head as he let out a low groan, eyes fluttering as he threw his head back at the sensation. Settling himself back in his office chair as he felt you wrap your lips around him.

“That’s it,” Taishiro rasped as he urged you to move forward to try and take more of him inside your mouth, “Such a good girl for me.”

Even though Kirishima was by no means small, your jaw ached from the stretch as you tried to take more of Fatgums cock inside your mouth. Teeth grazing against the underside as you felt him hit the back of your throat, gagging as spit began to spill from the corners of your mouth. Wet tears catching on your thick lashes as you tried to breathe through your nose, barely even halfway down on him as you bobbed your head along his length.

“Kirishima’s a lucky guy.” Taishiro cooed down at you, his hand wrapping around yours to get you to stroke the thick base of his cock that you couldn’t fit inside your mouth while you continued sucking gently, “I’d kill to come home to this every night.”

He dragged the back of his knuckles against your cheek almost tenderly as he moved back, eyes transfixed on the way you pumped his length. You were so small compared to him, his cock twitching as he thought about how tight you would be if he split you apart with his cock.

“You got no idea how long I’ve thought about this, sweets.” He continued as you felt him push you further on his length, feeling the tip at the back of your throat as you pulled away. Strings of spit connecting your lips to his tip as you coughed, your mascara definitely leaving dark rings around your eyes as you blinked back tears.

“You gonna let me cum in that pretty mouth?” He pinched your cheek, “Or maybe I should cum in your panties, huh? So when you’re out with Kiri you’ll still be thinkin’ of me?”

The thought terrified you, your doting boyfriend slipping his hands under your skirt to feel your panties dripping with another man’s cum.

You sucked harder, pressing the flat of your tongue against the underside of his cock as you fisted his cock, drool spilling down his length for lubrication as he continued to moan above you. Shifting his hips as you heard the slight hitch in his breath, signalling to you that he was nearing his release as you quickened your pace. Cheeks hollowed as you worked him towards his end, wide eyes gazing up at him as you watched the way he threw his head back against the back of his chair, blond hair fanning around him.

“F-uck, I’m gonna cum—“ Taishiro stuttered, tightening his grip on your head as you felt his hips stutter, grunting as he emptied his release into your mouth. Warm streams of cum hitting the back of your throat as he took over from your hand, his palm jerking his cock as his fist hit your nose. Moving back as you began to splutter as he continued emptying his release into your mouth. Watching the creamy essence splash against your tongue and lips as he towered over you.

“God, you’re such a good girl.” He tapped the tip of his cock against your tongue as he pulled back, his hazel gaze intent as you closed your mouth, swallowing his release. The mixture was salty against your tongue as it almost soothed the scratch that now sat at the back of your throat, hoping that you’d done enough to satiate the seasoned Pro. What you hadn’t expected was for him to pick you up from your knees and place you into his desk.

“P-please.” You stammered, feeling his calloused pads grazing against your panties.

“Fuck, darlin’” Your body jerking as he pressed his fingers against your clit through the thin fabric, “You’re dripping.”

You hated your body for betraying you like this, grinding onto his touch as he began to press slight circles against your sensitive nub, whimpering as he slipped his fingers into the hem of the material to tug them down your plush thighs.

“Look how fuckin’ pretty you are, sweetheart. No wonder Kiri’s always braggin’ about you.”

Sliding his thick digit through your messy folds as he pressed the tip of his finger against your tight entrance, groaning as he felt your walls begin to flutter around him.

“Is he takin’ care of you enough?” Taishiro cooed down at you, pressing a soft kiss to your forehead, “Ain’t no reason you should be this tight.”

Watching the tall man sink down to his knees between your thighs as he shamelessly stared at your naked slit, slowly pushing the first thick finger inside your tight cunt. Groaning as he felt the way your walls clenched around him as he began to languidly pump it in and out of you.

“Fuck, baby girl.” He grunted as he watched his finger slowly disappear inside your slick heat, curling it towards the spongy spot inside you as he felt your body shift against his desk, “You feel like a virgin.”

You let out a whine as you felt him push another thick finger inside your heat, stretching you out around him as he began to pump them inside you, leaning forward as he pressed the softest kiss against your clit. The sensation catching you off-guard as your lower half jolted, crying out as his lips curled into a smug smirk.

“Ya like that?” He repeated the motion, watching your thick lashes flutter, “Of course ya do.”

Taishiro wrapped his lips around your clit, his tongue lashing against it as he continued his assault on your body. Unable to stop yourself from grinding against his face as you felt the familiar feeling building up in your core, his fingers unrelenting as he worked you towards your release.

“Shit, sweetheart.” He hummed against your clit, gazing up from between your plush thighs.

Unable to stop yourself from crying out in pleasure as his teeth grazed your clit, sucking it hard. Your body jolting at the sensation as you felt the same inside you burst, your orgasm rippling through you in harsh waves as you began to rock yourself against Taishiro’s face. Your walls clenching around his fingers as you rode out your orgasm, your hands trying to push his face away from your overstimulated clit as you trembled in pleasure.

“Please, s’too much.” You whined, watching Taishiro finally move away from your cunt as he gave you a wide grin. Your slick glistening against his chin as he brought his soaked fingers to his lips as he lapped them clean.

“No wonder Kiri loves you so much, you’re perfect.” Taishiro groaned.

Sliding off his desk with wobbly legs as you pulled your skirt down to try and protect any modesty you still had left.

“Can I get my panties back?” You murmured, already feeling wet and exposed between your thighs as you wanted to cover yourself up.

“Ahh, these?” Taishiro picked up the pretty red lace out from his chair, balling the fabric into one of his fists, “These are my little souvenir, that’s okay right?”

You bit your bottom lip hard to try and fight back tears as you nodded in agreement, inhaling through your nose as you adjusted your skirt, trying to pull the fabric lower to hide the fact you were now bare beneath.

“And Eijirou?” You felt your heart hammer in your chest as you uttered his name.

“Don’t worry about it, sweets. He’s a good kid, I like havin’ him around.” You felt your stomach lurch at the sound of Kirishima’s name leaving his lips, picking up your bag.

“Have fun with Kiri, sweetheart. He’s been talkin’ about this date all damn day, you know!” Taishiro smirked at you as you moved to leave his office, a large palm patting you on the ass as he held the door open for you.

You tried to wipe away the streaks of mascara from beneath your eyes, hoping you could freshen up in one of the bathrooms on this floor before Kirishima was done with his shower.

“Hey, Baby!” You saw a familiar flash of red as your boyfriend came bounding towards you down the hallway, your heart hammering in your chest as his eyes lit up at the sight of you, “You ready to go? Damn, you look so pretty today—“

The next day you didn’t want to meet Kirishima at the agency, texting him in the early afternoon to tell him that you didn’t feel well. A blatant lie, but you couldn’t face seeing his boss so soon after everything that had happened. Finally perking up when you heard the door to your apartment open, sitting up from your position on the couch to see your boyfriend step into the living room with a worried look on his face.

“You okay, baby?” Kirishima cupped your cheek in his warm palm, making you lean into his comforting touch. Your eyes fluttering as you surrounded yourself with him again, nodding your head slightly as you blamed it on a migraine.

“My poor baby,” Kirishima pouted, leaning down to peck your lips gently, “You know Fatgum was worried about you today too, you know.”

“Was he?” You didn’t even want to ask, nervous of what information he may have divulged to Kirishima while they were at work together.

“Yeah! In fact, when I told him that you weren’t feeling too good he went out and got you this. He even offered to come round and give them to you personally, but I said that you might not be up to guests. Isn’t that sweet?”

The idea of Taishiro coming to your shared apartment with Kirishima made you blanch, happy that your boyfriend had turned down his polite request as Kirishima held a plain white box out to you. Your hands trembling as you moved to open it, your heart hammering in your chest when you saw what was inside.

A simple plain vanilla cupcake, much like the one you were eating in his office yesterday.

#tw:dubcon #trigger:dubcon #tw:cheating #trigger:cheating #fatgum x reader #fatgum smut #fat gum x reader #fat gum smut #Taishiro Toyomitsu x reader #Taishiro toyomitsu smut #toyomitsu taishiro.x reader #toyomitsu taishiro smut #Bnha x reader #Bnha smut #mha x reader #mha smut #kinktober #kinktober 2021

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kingkatsuki · 2 years

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No no no but JO!!!! OBGYN Kiri who has been helping you and your husband with fertility treatments for a good while now. You come in to your newest appointment but you're all alone. Concerned, he asks you what's up and sees the little tears begin to fill your eyes as you tell him how you found out you now ex husband was cheating on you.

Kiri sees red as he watches you wipe away a stray tear telling him that you don't know what to do. He knew how excited you had been. How much you wanted to have a baby and be a mother. You had spent so much time and effort and money. You had followed all his instructions to the T, and IVF wasnt cheap. What were you supposed to do now?

Kiri sees this as his golden opportunity. He had been crushing on you hardcore this whole time and he knows you still want it. Why should you waist all that time and money? He can help you out.

God, just imagining the manipulation tactics Kirishima would use for this though. Convincing you that this is the quickest, easiest way. That it’s gonna be so expensive trying to get pregnant the “long way” and that your husband shouldn’t have let down a perfect thing like you.

And your husband doesn’t really seem to care, not as much as you do. You definitely deserve better and it’s almost like your husband is deliberately making sure you don’t get pregnant.👀 your husband says it’s a waste of money and time and you’re just upset. AND THEN you find out he was cheating on you? So now you’re completely alone.

But Kirishima thinks this is the perfect opportunity. So you’re crying to Kirishima that you just wanted a baby so bad— and he’s more than willing to offer his personal services👀

#tw:cheating #trigger:cheating #jo thirsts #thirst posts #Kirishima thirst #red daddy riot

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kingkatsuki · 3 years

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Coercion Part Three | Bakugou Katsuki x Reader

Ahhh! It’s finally here. It’s been almost an entire year since I started this and I’m so sorry its taken me this long to get another part out. I had the plans for this just gathering dust in my drafts for the longest time and honestly I wasn’t sure I would ever actually get to it, but here it is. I really hope you guys enjoy it, and I don’t disappoint you after the long, long wait.

Thank you to my lovely friends who took the time out of their days to read through this for me. @jodrawssmut, @whet-ones-write and @hoe-doroki💕

Warnings: 18+, cheating, dirty talk, oral, pussy slapping.

Word Count: 7.8k

It was difficult to say when you’d started feeling this way in your relationship. In your mind it began when Midoriya started coming home late and leaving early, the incessant phone calls and texts from his work taking his attention away from you. The dates, anniversaries you’d spend together often short-lived by that fateful call you already knew was coming. Your boyfriend's problem was he didn’t know when to say no, always far too eager to please everyone, too kind. But it could have been a multitude of factors, even the littlest things annoyed you about your boyfriend now that seemed to pale in comparison to others problems. You were always reminded how lucky you should feel, that other people have it much worse and would love to be in your position. So why did it constantly feel so wrong?

You supposed it was your fault for falling for such a dedicated hero, someone who would always put others before himself. Unfortunately, that courtesy didn’t seem to stretch to his wife, Midoriya often staying late in favour of protecting the citizens of Musutafu, or taking extra shifts to appease his colleagues. It was okay in the beginning, really. You couldn’t say you didn’t know what you were signing up for when you first started dating the aspiring hero, he’d made it abundantly clear that it was his dream and something that he would strive to achieve. And you had been there for him, supporting him every step of the way. The loving, doting girlfriend that would do anything to make him happy, but what about your happiness?

You couldn’t quite pinpoint the last time you’d truly felt that emotion, happiness. There were many times Midoriya made you feel good, feel content but were you truly happy? Now every time you thought about your own happiness there was only one face on your mind, and it wasn’t the face of your boyfriend. Bakugou Katsuki had overtaken your thoughts completely, so much so you had touched yourself to the thought of him beside a sleeping Midoriya. That was the moment where you should have ended things between you and the explosive blond, but you didn’t. Instead, you lay awake beside your boyfriend, thinking about another man. It wasn’t for lack of trying, you tried to switch yourself off, to urge your brain to disengage as you tried to lull yourself to sleep. But even as you closed your eyes you could only picture Bakugou’s vermilion orbs gazing back at you, how they would look buried between your thighs as he feasted on your sopping core.

It was no surprise to you the next morning when you woke to find Midoriya already gone, his side of the bed cold as the sheets lay neatly made. A flutter of emotions erupting in your stomach as you remembered what Bakugou had said to you the night before. Quietly wondering whether the words had been said in the heat of the moment or whether he would actually be paying you a visit today.

There was no way he would, would he?

Despite your scepticism, you still found yourself climbing out of bed and jumping straight into the shower. Spending a little longer than usual preparing yourself for the day, pulling out a fancy lingerie set that you had originally bought to spice up your sex life with your husband. Telling yourself that you were wearing it today to make yourself feel good, not because there was the possibility of Bakugou coming round. Biting your lip as you rifled through your wardrobe, trying to decide what to wear on top of it. The sound of your phone buzzing brings you out of your thoughts as you picked it up to see who was texting you. Your stomach lurching as you realised who it was.

Bakugou: Oi, hurry up, Princess.

Bakugou: Unless you want someone to see me standing outside your house.

Shit, not only had he actually stayed true to his word and showed up, he was early. You panicked as you looked back at the clothes hanging in your wardrobe, trying to decide what to wear so you could answer the door quickly. Tugging an oversized shirt off the rails as you pulled it carelessly over your head, meandering through your apartment as you tried to smooth the fabric down before answering the door.

“About fuckin’ time-” Bakugou stopped in his tracks as his vermilion eyes roamed over your body, noting your flustered expression as he took in the sight of the baggy shirt you wore that hung off your body, trailing down to your mid-calf as he admired your exposed skin, “Wow-”

“What?” You shuffled by the open door, leaning against the hardwood to stop yourself from tumbling to the ground, your legs like jelly.

“You look beautiful.” His cheeks tinted a dark pink as he lifted his arm, you hadn’t even noticed the bouquet of roses he’d been holding until he held them out to you, “Here.”

“You bought me flowers?” You took them gratefully, your eyes captivated by the deep orange colour of the petals, your fingers stroking against the surface as you held them to your nose.

“Yeah? Why wouldn’t I?” He quipped, shrugging his shoulders as though it was the most obvious thing in the world, “You gonna let me in or do you really want the neighbours to see?”

You were suddenly brought back to the realisation that Bakugou Katsuki was standing on your doorstep as you shuffled back to let him inside, closing the door behind you as you walked into your apartment. Busying yourself with finding a vase to fill to place the flowers in as Bakugou allowed himself to look around your home. Already trying to think of an excuse for your boyfriend as to why there was a large bouquet of fresh roses sitting in his kitchen that obviously had not come from him as you slowly arranged the stems.

“Don’t tell me,” Bakugou smirked, leaning back against your kitchen counter as he watched you arrange your bouquet, “Deku’s workin’?”

You didn’t respond, you had no reason to. Bakugou already knew the answer.

“Of course he is,” Bakugou rolled his eyes, “Guessin’ he didn’t get his dick wet this morning either, hah?”

Bakugou’s words sounded harsh, but there was an underlying self-consciousness behind them. He’d said it to be an asshole, to try and question the validity of your relationship with Midoriya even more, but really he cared. He wanted to know if what you’d told him last night was still true. That it had been well over a month since you’d last done anything with your boyfriend, that you hadn’t hung up on him to satiate your needs with his oblivious rival.

“No.” You whispered, thumbing the silky petals as you avoided Bakugou’s gaze, it felt unusual for him to know anything about your sex lives. Considering before you’d accidentally sent him your nudes that he’d been an acquaintance to you at best.

Bakugou always kept his distance from you when you met at social events or with friends, often seeming even more stoic and brash than usual with you. So much so you’d assumed the angry blond had taken a dislike to you, not that it bothered you too much. Throughout your years together at U.A. Bakugou kept most of his classmates at a distance, but for some reason, it felt like he kept you a little further apart than the rest. And even though Kirishima loved to reassure you that it was ‘just Bakugou’, you couldn’t help but feel you’d done something wrong. You couldn’t describe the feeling now the same angry blond was now standing in your kitchen.

“Of course he didn’t, fuckin’ nerd.” Bakugou scoffed, “Must’ve hit his head a little too hard on his last mission.”

“What do you mean?” You turned to face him, unable to avoid looking at the way his taut muscular arms sat crossed against his chest.

“That he’s so dumb he doesn’t realise that he’s got a hot fuckin’ girlfriend at home?” Bakugou quirked a brow.

“He’s training to be the best, Bakugou. Like you-”

“Don’t fuckin’ call me Bakugou-” Bakugou interjected, a look of hurt flashed through his expression before it turned to anger, “And I’m here. Where the fuck is Deku?”

“He’s just busy-” You started, but Bakugou was quick to cut you off again.

“Too busy for his own fuckin’ girlfriend?” Bakugou snarled as you turned to face him, a familiar look of rage in his eyes, “Are you kidding?”

You avoided his gaze, the intensity of it making you lightheaded as you struggled to argue back, to defend the boyfriend that clearly didn’t care as much for you as he did his dream. You knew it was a possibility when you first got together, but you’d hoped that with time it may change. That he’d start to care for you just as much as he did becoming number one.

“So why did you let me come, hah?” Bakugou unfolded his arms to rest his palms against the counter beside him, his knuckles whitening as he grasped the cool surface.

“You were blackmailing me, Bakugou.” You bluffed, “I didn’t have a choice.”

“There’s always a choice, Princess. Ask yourself why I’m here.”

You swallowed thickly, trying to quench the dryness that now sat at the back of your throat as you maintained eye contact with the man across the room. His intense vermilion gaze boring into your own, as you felt that familiar delightful swirl in your chest. A feeling that your boyfriend hadn’t blessed you with for a long time. You already knew the answer. Bakugou had made you feel more in the last few days than Midoriya had made you feel in months.

“You know there’s a reason why I’m here.” Bakugou rasped softly.

“Why are you here?” You toyed with the hem of your oversized shirt, hopeful to hear his honest answer. Bakugou had never been the kind of guy to lie.

“Don’t act fuckin’ coy.” He spat, “You know why I’m fuckin’ here. What about you? Why didn’t you tell me not to come?”

“You didn’t give me a chance-” You avoided his eyes to try and hide your evasiveness.

“Don’t lie.” Bakugou scoffed, “That’s not the reason. It’s because you couldn’t stop thinking about me, could you?”

Bakugou was right, he’d been all you’d been able to focus on the past few days. It was a secret that should have been difficult to hide from your boyfriend, but when he was so oblivious to everything in your life currently it had been a simple task.

“You’re so fucking cocky, Katsuki.” You emphasised his given name as he let out a scoff from the other side of the room.

“So I’m right then?” He puffed his chest out smugly, “Your little pussy was getting wet to the thought of my fat cock, yeah?”

You had to try and mask the whine that threatened to leave your lips at his blunt words, a heat rolling in your abdomen at the sound of his voice. How was it possible for one man to make you feel like this with minimal effort? Midoriya had never made you feel this way.

“If you don’t want me here, just tell me to go.” You could feel his eyes boring into you, “Say it and I’ll leave you to live out your shitty housewife fantasies out with Deku.”

“I-” You tried to speak, but the words wouldn’t come. He was right. He’d captivated your thoughts and taken over your senses.

“You can’t, can you?” Bakugou smirked, “Because you want me just as much as I want you.”

“Yes.” You watched the way Bakugou’s eyes darkened at your admission, baring his teeth in a smug grin as he watched you from across the room.

“Say it, then.” Bakugou pushed, “Tell me how much you want me.”

“I want you, Katsuki.” You admitted, chewing the inside of your cheek as you waited for his reaction.

“You have no idea how long I’ve waited to hear that.” You eyed him at the thought, what did he mean by that? How long had he been waiting-

“Now you’re finally being honest, you gonna show me what you’re wearing underneath that, Princess?” He smirked as he leaned back against the kitchen island, crossing his muscular arms over his chest so you could see the scars that marred his skin, shuffling nervously on your feet as you tried to avoid his gaze.

“Aw, don’t get all shy now.” Bakugou pushed himself away from the surface, stepping closer towards you, “Didn’t have a problem when you were showing me last night.”

“It’s different.” You whined, already worried that he wouldn’t like what he saw. You could hide behind the screen when you were video-calling or talking over the phone, but this? This was different. He’d be able to see every single curve, every single flaw or imperfection you deemed up close.

“How’s it different?” Bakugou rasped, “It’s still me, baby.”

You tried to ignore the nauseating feeling in the pit of your stomach as you reached down to the hem of your shirt, taking a deep breath before you pulled the fabric up and over your body, tugging it over your head as you allowed the material to drop to the floor. Leaving you standing in your matching lingerie set in your kitchen with Bakugou, already terrified for his reaction.

“Holy shit.” He murmured as he took in the sight of you in the lingerie set you’d picked out. The intricate lace framing your body perfectly as he mapped out every inch of skin, “You look beautiful.”

You felt his gaze burning into you, worrying your lower lip between your teeth as he took a step closer, his larger frame towering over you as you stood in your kitchen anxiously. You felt like a blushing virgin in his presence, the air of authority that he held had you nervously shifting as he shamelessly ogled you.

“I knew you were fuckin’ hot from the pictures you sent me, but I didn’t think you’d look this good.” Your entire body felt aflame as he palmed your cheek, leaning into his touch as he angled your head up to face him.

“I can’t believe that fuckin’ prick isn’t all over you.” He murmured, almost more to himself than to you as his half-lidded eyes honed in on your lips, “Always was a dumbass.”

“Katsuki,” You murmured, feeling his warm breath fanning your face as his lips hovered dangerously close to yours. The smell of his quirk mixed with the musky smell of ash engulfed your senses as you felt his palms stroke along your sides.

Everything just felt different with Bakugou. A burning intensity you couldn’t fathom or put into words but you could feel it. The sensation filled your body and ignited your senses with every touch of his skin against your own, overwhelming your consciousness and making it difficult to think.

“Was this all for me?” The calloused pads of his fingers soothed along with the sheer fabric of your panties as he watched goosebumps appear against your skin.

“Yeah,” You flushed, his lips dangerously close to yours.

“Tell me.” You felt a low whine rumble at the back of your throat as you felt his lips brush against yours lightly, the movement causing tingles to ebb through your body, “Tell me you want this.”

“Yes.” You breathed, your words silenced as Bakugou pressed his lips against yours roughly. Teeth clashing together as he kissed you desperately, taking advantage of your surprise as he slipped his tongue between your parted lips, silencing the moans that swelled low in your throat.

Your mind swimming with emotions as Bakugou kissed you, his tongue stroking against your own dutifully as he rolled his hips against your own. Every coherent thought left your mind as he kissed you, your body melding into his own as you tried to match his movements, sliding your arms up to curl around his broad shoulders. Barely able to reach around his hulking form as you deepened the kiss, your tongue swiping his back as you felt him give a particularly hard rut against your hip. Allowing you to feel just how much he wanted you too, his thick cock straining against his sweats as he nipped at your bottom lip, catching it between his teeth as he tugged it back. Watching the way it bounced back, panting as he brought a hand up to thumb at your bruised lips.

“Good lord, look at you.” He groaned, pulling when you pressed a kiss to the calloused pad of his thumb, “You’re so fuckin’ perfect.”

You couldn’t help but reach out to palm his cock through the material of his sweats, grinning at the hiss that left his lips as you watched his eyes flutter. Feeling how thick and hard he was for you, your fingers barely able to wrap around it as he slowly rolled his hips into your touch.

“Gonna make me cum in my pants like a fuckin’ teenager-” He muttered, his thumbs dipping into the hem as he slowly dragged the fabric down with his underwear, allowing his thick length to spring free. The tip sanguine and swollen as his length curved towards his abdomen. He’d looked big in the video chat you’d shared last night, but seeing him in the flesh he was huge. Feeling yourself salivate at the sight as you licked your lips in anticipation, your thumb swiping over the tip to gather the pre-cum oozing from his slit, smoothing it down his length as he twitched in your palm.

“Shoulda known you’d be a fuckin’ tease.” He joked, leaning down to press kisses against the apex of your neck, his teeth grazing against the sensitive skin there. Making you groan and lean into his touch before the realisation dawned on you that he could leave a mark, pulling back with a sheepish look on your face.

You tried to ignore the look of hurt that flashed across Bakugou’s features at the frantic action, perceptively picking up on exactly why you were concerned; you didn’t want Midoriya to see. Thinking quickly you decided to slip down onto your knees in front of Bakugou’s large frame, continuing to pump his cock languidly in your palm as you stared up at him with doe-like eyes. Leaning forward to swipe your tongue against his tip, drawing a low hiss from his parted lips.

“Shit.” He grunted, “Even better than I imagined.” You hummed at his praise, stroking your palm along his length as you lapped at his slit, laying the pad of your tongue against the underside of his reddened head as you looked up at Bakugou through heavy lashes.

Your hands wandered lower to tease his weighty balls, squeezing them in your palm as you stroked a solo finger along his taint, cherishing the way he shuddered against you. Depraved moans leaving his hips as he eased into your touch, spreading his thighs as much as he could with his sweats around his calves to give you more access.

His large, warm palms stroking your cheeks as though you were the most delicate porcelain, sliding up to card his fingers through your hair as his blunt nails scratched against your scalp. The movement made you keen as you pressed a soft kiss to his tip before parting your lips to slowly slip him inside your mouth. Bakugou hissed at the contact, unable to stop his hips from bucking as you took more of him inside you, your tongue brushing along the underside as you mapped out the prominent veins that forked along his length, following them as you began a steady motion. Fisting whatever you couldn’t fit inside your mouth with your palm as Bakugou held your head.

“Fuck,” He snarled, his eyes rolling back as he bit his lower lip. The sight caused you to moan around his length, rubbing your thighs together to try and appease the throb surging from your core, “I know you’re fuckin’ dripping. That desperate for my cock, yeah?”

Bakugou’s words only served to make you even warmer, the ebb inside you intensifying as you took sight of the expression on his features as he gazed down at you, it was nothing like the way Midoriya looked at you. Searching your mind for the last time your boyfriend had ever even attempted to glance at you in such a way. There was something different about the way Bakugou was looking at you, as though he was staring straight into your soul, instead of just looking. It made you feel different. Desired, wanted, loved.

Loved. It seemed like such a foreign concept to you now, a word that had lost all its meaning in your relationship. When was the last time Midoriya had ever made you feel loved? You couldn’t recall.

“Bet shitty Deku doesn’t make you feel like this, hah.” You gagged around Bakugou’s thick cock at the suggestion, wide eyes brimming with fresh tears as you felt your throat hollow. Vibrations flowing through your mouth straight to his length as he groaned above you. His hands tightening their grip on your hair as he held you against him. The thick pubic hair at the base of his length tickled your nose as you felt him hit the back of your throat, keeping you still for a few moments before he allowed you momentary respite, pulling you off him as your chest heaved, taking in gulps of air. Bakugou groaned as he watched glistening lines of your spit string from the tip of his cock, connecting your bodies together as they broke off in silvery wisps against your skin.

“You’re so perfect.” He murmured, stroking his thumb against your chin as he collected the mixture. Cleaning it off your skin as he directed your gaze towards his own, “Way too good for that prick.”

“Don’t say that,” You murmured, immediately feeling guilt begin to swirl in your chest at the fact that you were here with Bakugou of all people.

What if he was just doing this to get back at your boyfriend? It was definitely something you could imagine him doing, always trying to get one up on his old school rival. This would be like the ultimate betrayal, being able to steal Deku’s girlfriend away from him. What if Bakugou ended up dropping you and you were left with nothing? After everything you’d already done it wasn’t anything you didn’t deserve.

“What’s going on in that pretty little head?” Bakugou rasped, his hands grabbing for your arms as he eased you up from your knees, trying to ignore the dull ache in your limbs as he turned you so your back was against the kitchen counter. Warm palms digging into your sides as he rubbed soothing circles against your skin with his thumbs, “Tell me.”

“S’nothin’” You muttered, eyes downcast as you tried to push the doubt to the back of your mind.

There was no way Bakugou would be doing this with you if you hadn’t accidentally sent him those selfies of you, he’d seized the perfect opportunity to embarrass Midoriya and you’d played right into his hands.

“Bullshit.” He tsked, “Just fuckin’ tell me.”

“What if you’re just doing this to get one up on Izuku?” Bakugou’s brows furrowed as he leaned back, the pads of his fingers digging into your sides a little harder.

“I’ve liked you for a long fuckin’ time.” He murmured, “Probably even before that asshole.”

“Why didn’t you tell me?” You scoured your memories for any indications that Bakugou may have even had a slight interest in you, but there was nothing you could recall that would have given you any indication he’d felt this way about you. Even hearing it from his lips now was so difficult to believe.

Bakugou’s jaw tightened at the question, averting his gaze. This was a regret so clear that it sat at the forefront of his mind, something that had burdened him since school. He’d convinced himself that becoming number one was the most important thing in his life, he wouldn’t allow any distractions. Pushing his feelings for you to the side, trying to store them at the back of his mind so they wouldn’t bubble up and overwhelm his consciousness. But it was easier said than done, laying awake most nights he found his thoughts always drifted to you, you were the comfort that got him through those bad nights. Just being near you throughout his teenage years was enough, but when you graduated school and you ended up with Midoriya it was different. Seeing you happy with his rival caused an aching pain in his chest, an overwhelming regret inside him that he couldn’t push down. By trying to achieve his dreams, he’d lost the one person he cared about more than anything. And you had no clue-

“Katsuki-” You tried to prompt him, the silence deafening as you reached up to stroke a palm along the stubble that decorated his jawline.

Bakugou leaned into your touch before jerking back, a large palm reaching up to wrap around your wrist. Clasping it in his larger hand as he lowered your hand, using the grip to pull you towards him, his lips hovering over yours.

“Doesn’t fuckin’ matter.” He rasped huskily, stopping you from any objections as he pulled you into another fierce kiss. His touch bruising as his tongue swiped against your lower lip, forcing entry as he pressed you back against the kitchen counter. Silencing your moans as his hands roamed your bare skin.

Bakugou caught you by surprise as he hoisted you up onto the cool marble surface, stepping between your parted legs as he squeezed the plush skin, blunt nails digging into your thighs. Breaking the kiss much to your disappointment so he could stare into your eyes as he brushed the back of his hand against your folds, his knuckle grazing against the thin material of your panties as you let out a breathless gasp.

“Shit, you’re fuckin’ wet.” He groaned as he thumbed your slit, pressing down on the fabric as he felt your slick against it, “Is this all for me?”

You mewled as he found your clit through the lace, spinning gentle circles around it as your arms braced against his broad shoulders. Using him for leverage to begin grinding yourself against his touch, desperate for more. The movement made Bakugou smirk with pride as his fingers moved lower, teasingly pressing against your tight entrance through the fabric, the tip of his finger pushing into it as the barrier of your underwear stopped him from delving any deeper. A frenzied whine leaving your lips as you tried desperately to intensify the sensation.

“You really are fuckin’ needy, hah?” Pressing a chaste kiss against your lips as he pulled away, smirking at how your body lurched forward, trying to keep yourself close to him as he moved onto his knees.

“Sorry Princess,” Bakugou’s hands splayed against your inner thighs, pushing them apart as he settled himself between them, “I’ve gotta have a taste first.”

You whimpered as he licked a long stripe along the crotch of your panties, the movement causing your hips to jerk against the marble surface. Bakugou’s lips curling into a smug smirk at your reaction as he repeated the motion, groaning at how wet you felt through the sheer fabric.

“You like that?”

His fingers curled under the crotch of your panties, tugging them to the side as he took in the sight of your naked cunt. His fingers immediately slipping between your folds, parting them to stroke along your slick. The moisture coating his fingers as he teasingly circled your tight entrance, feeling the way your inner walls fluttered around the tips of his fingers in an attempt to suck him in.

“Katsuki, don’t tease.” You mumbled, your entire body felt warm. The desire inside you amplifying as you craved a release.

“Look at you.” He smirked, leaning forward to wrap his lips around your puffy clit, sucking against the nub as you thrashed above him. Your fingers threading into his messy blond hair as your nails scratched at his scalp, tugging his hair by the root as you tried to pull him impossibly closer. His moans vibrating against your clit as vermilion eyes glanced up to see the debauched look on your face. Crude slurping noises filling the room as Bakugou sucked on your clit hard, gathering a mixture of your slick and his spit in his mouth before leaning back to spit it down on your slit. His fingers immediately moved to stroke it between your folds, as he began to press against your tight entrance, catching you off guard as he buried them inside you to the hilt.

“Fuck, Katsuki-” You whimpered, feeling the dull stretch of your silky walls around his fingers.

It had been a while since you’d felt anything but your own fingers inside you, a dull ache from the stretch mingling with the pleasure you felt as you began to roll your hips against Bakugou’s touch. Lewd sounds continued to reverberate around the room as he continued his assault on your clit, trapping it between his lips.

“You’re so fuckin’ tight,” Bakugou spoke against your clit, his tongue lashing against the sensitive nub as you keened, “Can’t wait to split you apart on my cock.”

His words only serve to push you closer towards your orgasm, the coil inside you dangerously close to snapping as he curled the two fingers inside you, positioning them to drag along the same spongy spot inside you that he knew would have you seeing stars.

“Come on, Princess.” He hummed, sending dull vibrations straight to your clit as he dragged his tongue along your folds, “Shit, you taste so good.”

Gathering your slick as he slurped salaciously at your cunt, feasting on you like a man starved as crude noises filling the quiet kitchen. Pushing his tongue inside your tight heat, the pad stroking against your velvety walls as his nose bumped messily against your clit. A silvery string of your essence connecting his lips to your folds as he pulled back, half-lidded eyes glancing up at you as the line broke, splitting off against his chin.

“When’s the last time shitty Deku made you feel this good, Princess?” You keened at the tone of his voice at the nickname, gasping as he leaned forward to spit on your clit. The noise causing your sensitive nub to throb as the moisture trickled down your slit, his tongue catching it before it hit the curve of your ass as he devoured it back up before repeating the motion. Admittedly foreplay was never one of Midoriya’s strong points, no matter how hard he tried. He could never quite curl his fingers towards the right spot, or apply the right pressure to your clit, instead opting to just give up completely, “Oi, pay attention to me.”

You gasped in surprise as Bakugou landed a harsh smack to your slit, his calloused fingertips catching your clit. A dull stinging sensation flowing through your lower half as you involuntarily tried to close your thighs, but Bakugou’s grip was stronger as he held them apart. A low moan leaving your lips as the pain quickly turned to pleasure, your body easing into the sensation as you almost thought about challenging him once more just for him to repeat the motion.

“Of course you’d like that, wouldn’t you? Fuckin’ slut.” Bakugou smirked, thumbing your clit, “So fuckin’ good.” He murmured to himself as he slipped two fingers back to rub against your folds, parting them as he delved back inside your tight hole. Instantly curling the digits towards the spongy spot inside you as he began to piston them in a frantic motion.

“I know you’re close, I can feel you squeezin’ my fingers.” Bakugou smiled as he pressed a kiss against your clit, “Show me how pretty you look when you cum.”

With that Bakugou attached his lips back to your clit, sucking with vigour. Your toes curled as you cried out in pleasure. The dual stimulation causing your core to throb, your grip on his hair tightening as you ground yourself against his face with no regard for his need to breathe. Not that Bakugou seemed to mind, the motions ostensibly spurring him on.

“Katsuki.” You cried out, already feeling your orgasm swiftly approaching. His intense ministrations making it near impossible to focus on anything but the white-hot pleasure scorching your body, repeatedly proclaiming his name like a celestial mantra.

“Good fuckin’ girl.” He howled, the blissful expression on your face making his chest swell with pride. His fingers unforgiving on your quivering walls as he continued to scissor them inside you, dragging them along your slick walls as he built you towards another orgasm.

“I can’t, ‘Suki. S’too much-'' You gasped, trying to shy away from him but his grip remained strong against you. Feeling your thighs squeeze either side of his head in a feeble attempt to close your legs.

A low, deliberate moan leaving his lips as he hummed around your clit, urging your body towards another swift release. Your pleas for him to give you a moment of respite falling on deaf ears as he began applying pressure on the soft spot inside you, rolling his wrist as he focused his attention on the same spot with each rearward motion.

An unfamiliar sensation building in your pelvis as you try to subdue it, feeling pearly tears begin to clump in your lashes as your body involuntarily begins to gush. A clear liquid spilling from your core and splashing against Bakugou’s face.

“Holy shit, that’s it Princess.” A look of pure glee on his features as he moves back to watch the liquid seeping from your body. Placing all four of his fingers against your clit as he begins to circle it sloppily, causing another smaller stream to leave your body. Your head banging against one of the kitchen cupboard units as your body convulsed from his movements, a dull ache throbbing at your scalp, but you showed little care. The pleasurable throb surging through your body had taken over all your rational thinking, “Fuckin’ squirt all over me.”

“Fuck. Katsuki-” You panicked as you saw his body glistening with your release, “I’m so sorry, I-”

“Why t’fuck you apologising?” Bakugou licked his lips, “Wait, was that the first time you’ve squirted?”

You bit your lip in response, your chest heaving as came down from your high. The look on your face giving him the answer he sought.

“Fuck,” He groaned at the thought. His cock twitching desperately between his thighs, standing to attention as pre continued to ooze from the tip, dribbling down the underside of his shaft. “Of course that prick couldn’t pleasure you properly.”

You watched with lidded eyes as Bakugou wrapped a large palm around his length, pumping himself slowly to try and appease the throb, “You look so fucked out for me, Baby. And you haven’t even had my cock yet-”

Bakugou stepped towards you to drag the drooling head of his cock along your folds. Focusing pressure against your sensitive clit as he pulled some squeals from your lips, smirking at the sound as he guided the tip lower. Bumping against your tight hole as he repeated the motion, slowly dragging his head along your cunt as he teased your slick entrance. Each time he’d venture back down Bakugou would give a roll of his hips, pressing his cock forward for the head to catch against your fluttering walls, desperately trying to suck him in.

Suddenly, you. heard the sound of the door opening, Wide eyes looking up at Bakugou in horror as you scrambled to push him away.

“Shit, he’s home.” You gasped, jumping off the counter as you reached for your shirt. Grabbing the crumpled fabric from the floor as you tugged it over your head sloppily. Trying to smooth out your hair as you panicked, already trying to think of how to explain the presence of your boyfriend’s childhood rival in your home, “Stay here.”

“I ain’t fuckin’ hiding from that prick,” Bakugou snarls.

You instantly feel fear running cold through your veins, your boyfriend's rival and old school friend was standing half naked in your kitchen. All Midoriya would have to do is turn a single corner and catch you both in the act and that would be it. Regardless of whether you were happy with Midoriya or not, you didn’t want him to find out, not like this. The thought of him walking in on you with another man, especially Bakugou had tears pricking the corners of your eyes. Your chest tightens as you struggle to breathe, trying desperately to calm yourself down as you watch Bakugou cross his arms over his chest in defiance.

“What’s so wrong if he fuckin’ sees us?” Bakugou reached for you, but you avoided his touch.

“Not now. Not like this-” You placed a palm on Bakugou’s bare chest, your eyes silently pleading with him, “Please, Katsuki.”

The look in your eyes made him stay silent, nodding his head in affirmation as he lingered in the kitchen, watching your retreating figure as you went to meet your boyfriend at the door. You gave him a small smile as you slipped out of the kitchen as you heard Midoriya continue to call your name out in the apartment. It was unusual for him to be home this early from work, but it was even more unusual for him to be calling out your name in your home when he returned. It made you feel uneasy, like he knew exactly what you’d been up to. The lies and sneaking around behind his back had caught up and you’d have to admit your mistakes and plead for his forgiveness, otherwise, you’d be on the front page of all the major tabloids for breaking top Pro-Hero Deku’s heart. Your stomach lurched as you came round the corner and into your boyfriend’s view, his green orbs lighting up when they caught sight of you.

“There you are, Princess.” Midoriya’s eyes lit up as they saw you, his arms instantly reaching out to pull you into a hug, “Hey.”

It felt foreign, your arms stiff at your sides before you slowly curled them around his waist. Feeling him press a gentle kiss to your forehead as he pulled back, his palms gripping your elbows as he held you against him. Terrified that he’d be able to smell Bakugou all over you and know the extent of your deception.

“You’re home early-” You managed to get out, wanting to ask whether it was because he knew what you’d been up to and if he’d be breaking up with you. The thought somehow made you feel uneasy, even though it was something you’d thought about happening for weeks.

“Yeah, I told work I was gonna take the rest of the day off.” Midoriya smiled, his hands stroking along your sides gently.

“You? Taking a day off-” The idea was now even more suspicious to you.

He must know.

“Yeah, I know you’ve been feeling a little down lately, and I’ve been neglecting you a lot because of work-” That was the understatement of the century, “So I thought I’d take the rest of the day off.”

“You don’t have to do that.” You avoided his gaze, guilt overpowering your senses as you swallowed thickly in an attempt to quench your dry throat.

“Yes, I do.” He persisted, “I’ve been taking you for granted.”

“You haven’t-” You hadn’t expected any of this from him, questioning where this had suddenly come from. Maybe he did notice what you had been up to with Bakugou. You hadn’t been as subtle as you had first thought, maybe this was his way of seeing whether you would admit it to him.

“I have been.” His palm moved to cup your cheek as you felt your body involuntarily leaning into his touch, missing the warmth and attention that he used to give you, “And you deserve better.”

“No, I don’t-” Your voice cracked, emotion welling inside you as you contemplated telling him about what you’d just done and exactly who was standing in your kitchen, “I-”

“I hope you haven’t started cooking yet?” Midoriya motioned towards the kitchen.

“No, why?” You shook your head silently, sniffling as you worried your bottom lip between your teeth.

“I’m taking you out for dinner.” His fingertips dug into your sides as his emerald eyes smiled down at you, “I’m going to make it up to you, I promise.”

It would take a lot more than dinner to fix the number of problems in your relationship, but even this minimal attention had your heart thumping in your chest like it had when you first started dating. You’d reverted back to the flustered mess you’d been when Midoriya had asked you out for the first time.

“Let me just grab a quick shower and we’ll go. Anywhere you want.” His fingertips dug into your sides as his emerald eyes smiled down at you, “You might want to get changed too, I don’t think that’s really appropriate to go out in- I thought you’d thrown that shirt out.”

“Uh-” You’d remembered the conversation you’d had with Midoriya about the shirt, the fact that he didn’t like how it framed your body, and that he’d just buy you another. But you liked it, you felt comfortable in it so you’d just ended up hanging it back in your wardrobe.

“Why don’t you wear the dress you know I like?” Midoriya smiled, “You know the black one?”

“Y-yeah.” You smiled, watching as your boyfriend made his way towards the bathroom.

“I’ll be quick, alright?” You nodded as he shut the door behind him, quickly turning to make your way back to the kitchen where Bakugou was waiting for you.

“You took fuckin’ ages.” Bakugou groaned, pulling you back into his arms and pressing his lips against yours hungrily. Moving his fingers back underneath the oversized shirt you were wearing as his large palms kneaded the plush of your ass, “Why didn’t you tell him?”

“I- I think this is a bad idea-”

“What?” Bakugou pulled back from your lips to stare into your eyes.

“You need to go, Bakugou. This was a bad idea-”

“What?” A flash of hurt crossed his features at the sound of his surname leaving your lips, letting you out of his grasp as you grabbed for his discarded shirt from the floor, holding it up to his bare chest as he made no attempt to take it from you.

“Please, he can’t see us together-” You were panicked, you’d heard the sound of water running to indicate that Midoriya was preparing to shower, but this was too much of a risk. He could walk into the kitchen right now and see your infidelity.

“Is that it? Poor little Deku finally starts to give a shit about you again and you drop your fuckin’ panties?” Bakugou growled, finally snatching his shirt from you, “Pathetic.”

“I’m really sorry, but I should have never let it get this far. Izuku loves me-” You felt sick looking at the hurt look in his eyes, the look that turned to rage as his jaw locked.

Reality was beginning to creep back into your consciousness, the idea of your boyfriend catching you sneaking around behind his back filled you with dread. The idea of losing not just your relationship with Midoriya, but the way your friends would look at you for cheating on their best friend. You could already hear them judging you, the looks of disappointment on their faces as they would chastise you. How could you do that to Midoriya? He’s the perfect guy.

“You think he loves you?” Bakugou scoffed, “Don’t be fuckin’ stupid.”

“He does-” The words left your lips, but even you weren’t sure if they were true.

“Yeah right. You jumped at the chance when I text you, Princess. Betcha didn’t even do it on purpose, didn’t you?” Bakugou tugged his shirt on back over his messy blond locks, running a hand through them messily as he adjusted his clothing, “You wanted that excitement back in your life.”

“I told you it was an accident-”

“When’s the last time shitty Deku made you feel like that, hah?” Bakugou gripped your jaw between his thumb and forefinger, angling your face up to stare into his eyes, “Answer me.”

You bit the inside of your cheek hard, replaying his words in your mind. You didn’t know the answer.

“You need to go, Bakugou. Please-”

This was a terrible mistake. Things with Midoriya would get better, wouldn’t they? He’d already come home today to apologise for taking you for granted and wanting to make it up to you. You’d been selfish to try and look for love in other places, even if it had felt different with Bakugou. Your body already yearning to feel his body against you once more, to be entirely blanketed in his scent, his touch, him.

“Fine.” He snarled, brushing past you in the kitchen as he made his way through the door frame. Your feet following behind him as you heard the sound of the shower turn off, fear bubbling inside you, “You spend the rest of your life with shitty fuckin’ Deku. See if I fuckin’ care-”

“Please don’t be like that.” You murmured, already feeling your chest ache at his harsh words.

“You need to decide what you really want to do with your life, Princess.” Bakugou muttered huskily as he lingered at your front door, “Start thinking about what you want.”

You stood in the empty hallway for a moment as you stared at the spot Bakugou once occupied, your chest longing for him to be back here with you. Wishing that you hadn’t told him to leave, that you didn’t have to sneak around like this. Making your way towards the bedroom so you could get changed into the dress Midoriya wanted to see you in, glancing into the mirror to try and soothe your messy hair down in an attempt to make yourself look more presentable.

“Oh, you’re not changed yet, babe?” Midoriya walked into the room with a towel slung low around his waist, another rubbing his messy locks dry as he took in the sight of you in the same outfit, “I thought you were desperate for me to take you out.”

“I am,” You murmured, smiling at him through your reflection in the vanity.

“Well, come on then.” He tugged a grey shirt out from his side of the wardrobe, “I didn’t take a day off for nothing-”

You were distracted by Midoriya’s words as you heard the vibrations from your cell phone rumble against the wood of your vanity, your heart pounding against your ribcage as you raised the phone to read the text. A new incoming message from Bakugou.

Bakugou: You’re going to stay with him forever, aren’t you?

#tw:cheating #trigger:cheating #Bakugou x reader #Bakugou Katsuki x reader #bakugo x reader #Katsuki Bakugou x reader #bakugou smut #Bakugou Katsuki smut #Katsuki Bakugou smut #bakugo smut #mha x reader #mha smut #bnha x reader #bnha smut

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imagine you and deku dating (I KNOW I KNOW BUT TRUST THE PROCESS) and deku can tell he isn’t really pleasuring you in bed. the moans you let out sound forced and he can’t remember a time that he had made you cum. you say you do but he wakes up in the middle of night to your moans. you bouncing up and down on your Dynamite inspired dildo you thought he didn’t know about. he’d watch your face to see what you looked like when you truly came

one day he goes to bakugou and asks for help. deku asked bakugou to fuck you for him so he can see how to do it and write it down in his notebook. bakugou having had the biggest crush on you accepts and you two have fun right in front of deku. when you found out you went to buy a new set of bra and panties just for him.

but….deku asks himself while watch and taking notes if this is a good idea. the way you look at bakugou makes him think that maybe you like bakugou more then a simple want to fuck.

Omg Anon, this is brutal.

Imagine how fucking smug Bakugou would be when he finds out Deku’s pretty little girlfriend is using one of his official dildos to get herself off? And just imagine him telling you proudly that the real thing is much bigger.

You’d basically cream your panties.

Imagine Bakugou throughout proper insulting Deku too, like “How the fuck are you struggling to make her cum, dumbass. She’s so fuckin’ sensitive.”

Bakugou is touching you in all these ways he’d never thought about, your face contorting in pleasure and sounds slipping from your lips that he’s never heard. Imagine the blush on his face when he watches Bakugou play with your asshole, like he’s never even thought to touch you there?

And the only rule Deku had was for Bakugou not to cum inside you, but when you can feel him about to pull away your thighs clamp down around his waist, effectively holding him in place. Bakugou knows he could get you off him with ease, definitely stronger than you. But your sheer insistence for him to cum inside you has his hips stuttering as he spills his cum inside your greedy walls. “You dirty fuckin’ bitch.”

“I told you not to talk to her like that, Kacchan.” Deku’s voice sounds from across the room, but he can’t feel the way you clench around Bakugou’s cock at the words.

“Nah, she fuckin’ loves it, don’tcha?” Bakugou pulls his cock from your quivering walls, watching his cum slowly begin to slip out of you.

Deku thinks it’s gonna make your relationship better, stronger but it only makes it worse.

#jo thirsts #thirst posts #bakugou thirst #tw:cheating #trigger:cheating #kinda???

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kingkatsuki · 3 years

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Tw: 18+, somnophilia, cheating.

Imagine you’re dating Kirishima but Bakugou is completely and utterly in love with you. You’re staying over at Kirishima and Bakugou’s apartment and Kiri has to go to work unexpectedly, an early morning patrol as he kisses you goodbye and leaves you in his bed.

Bakugou coming home to see his best friends bedroom door ajar and you laying in his bed, the covers down around your thighs as Kirishima’s oversized shirt has ridden up your body, exposing your cute little panties to his eyes. He can’t help himself, his feet are already carrying him into the room.

Bakugou is so careful not to wake you, climbing onto the bed as he straddles your body, staying deftly still for a few moments to ensure you’re still asleep. Listening to your breathing to make sure you’re not about to stir awake. He can’t hold back for long though, the opportunity to good to miss as his fingers start trailing along your body.

What if you were just pretending to be asleep while he felt you up, completely awake and fully aware of every single touch he’s giving your body. You knew it wasn’t Kirishima instantly, his musky scent filling your senses first, calloused fingertips dragging along your skin. He felt so different to your boyfriend but somehow this was something you’d thought about before.

Trying your best not to moan when his fingers brush against your crotch. The most you can do so he doesn’t cotton on is let out a light breath from between parted lips. You can hear every single word he’s saying to you, how much he’s always wanted you, how pretty you look, how Kirishima doesn’t deserve you as much as he does, how desperate he is to be buried deep inside you.

Thinking about how many times he’s stroked himself numb to the thought of you. Kirishima doesn’t have to know, but he just needs a taste of you, and you’re more than eager to allow it.

#I’ve got so many thirsts like this that I just need to empty out of my drafts xxx #thirst posts #bakugou thirst #jo thirsts #tw:somnophilia #trigger:somnophilia #tw:cheating #trigger:cheating

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kingkatsuki · 3 years

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stepdad katsuki and y/n’s mum stay married, but see different people. stepdaddy spends all his time in his little girl’s room, making sure to get a bigger bed and move all his stuff in there. he even turns the other cheek to the other men the mother brings in, it’s not like he actually cares about her anyway. he fucks y/n all over the house, even in the mother’s bed, just to spite her - 🗿

Bakugou literally doesn’t give a fuck as long as he has you, he’d literally kill for you. It’s almost like your mum is bringing these men in on purpose to try and get Bakugou to notice and to be jealous but he only has eyes for you.

He gets frustrated because he’s constantly being asked questions about his relationship with your mum and how happy they both seem together but really he doesn’t give a shit, the only person that matters is you.

Finally being able to share a room with you means he can come home after a stressful shift at work and step inside to just bury himself inside your velvety walls. Instantly feeling at home.

#tw:incest #trigger:incest #tw:cheating #trigger:cheating #🗿 anon #jo thirsts #thirst posts #bakugou thirst #I’m currently writing that step-dad Baku & uncle Kiri ask👀👀👀

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kingkatsuki · 3 years

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You send Kirishima a dirty picture not knowing that his phone is both unlocked and unguarded in the hero lounge while Kirishima heats up his lunch.

Bakugou notices the picture, quickly he sends it to himself, deleting the message evidence from Kirishima's phone before returning it back to where it was. Kirishima sees Bakugou scrolling his social media as he sets their plates down.

"thanks." Bakugou grunts without looking up while Kirishima finds you in a compromising position, tits out while his phone sat open for anyone to see. Thankfully it was only Bakugou in the room and Kirishima thinks he hadn't noticed, his friends face glued to his phone.

But all the while Bakugou is thinking about how he's going to black mail you into sending him these photos instead.

Ahhh! This would have been the better version of Coercion for real.

Imagine Kirishima trying to keep his cool at work too after you’d just sent him that picture? Bakugou asking him why his face looks like that and Kiri is spluttering out an excuse but Bakugou knows exactly what’s got him so hot because he’s got his own phone unlocked and his eyes are locked on the exact same image. How often did you send these kinda pics to Kirishima? What other things did he have saved on his phone. Bakugou’s instantly thinking of ways to get that phone out of Kirishima’s possession so he can download its contents onto his own. Maybe there’s videos so he can actually hear what you sound like when you’re touching yourself, or being split apart.

He ends up fisting his cock in the locker room showers to the sight of you, vermilion eyes focused on the sight of your round tits and beautiful face staring directly at the camera. The hint of red panties visible in the image as he cums with a grunt. Spilling his release all over his hand and watching the shower wash away any evidence.

Bakugou loses count of how many times he’s rubbed himself raw to the sight of that solo picture. One enough to resign him to this. Eventually it’s not enough, he needs more. And what better way than to message you directly.

You don’t believe him at first, there’s no way Kirishima would ever show him that photograph. It’s for his eyes only, but when you receive a new attachment via text from Bakugou and you see the selfie you sent Kirishima you begin to panic. How the fuck did he get it? Your entire body shaking as you watch the three dots appear at the bottom of the screen to show him typing.

“It’s okay, Princess. I’m not gonna tell anyone, but I am gonna need another picture to help keep my mouth shut.”

#jo thirsts #thirst posts #bakugou thirst #tw:cheating #trigger:cheating #tw:coercion #trigger:coercion

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kingkatsuki · 3 years

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WAIT IMAGINE THIS RIGHT. you’re kirishima’s girlfriend and as much as he respects his best friend god bakugou would do anything to bend you over at least once. you were perfect to him and he’d do anything to have you. one night at bakugou’s apartment, kirishima was passed out on the floor. he was drunk and high as a kite and was just wanting to rest. you’d worn the tiniest pair of shorts bakugou had ever seen. we’re you trying to taunt him? he thinks you were. He’d had enough with your king touches and the short shorts and he’d been being a good guy. but he just couldn’t help it anymore. so while you were high and drunk he’d led you back to his room and had his way with you. at first you were hesitant. you have a boyfriend. but the longer bakugou kissed on your neck the more you let your defense waver. and you’d guys had done it. without kirishima knowing.

little to you guy’s knowledge kirishima had watched the whole thing. he’d woken up from his nap to see you guys gone. bakugou thought he’d closed the door but kirishima looked in and saw the sight of his pretty little girlfriend being bent over and split apart on his best friends cock. he’d found himself unconsciously touching himself to the sight. and he came in his pants when he heard you moan bakugous name. He’d noticed that bakugou was thick as hell. It slightly intimated him yet intrigued him at the same time. That night he found himself listening to your moans and bakugous groans while overstimulating himself to the sight. Kirishima only had one question: Did he enjoy this because of how hot you looked being split apart OR was it because of how sexy Bakugou looked splitting you apart?

I AM LIVING FOR THIS!!! I actually wrote a three part fic that has a plot v v v similar to this! Haha where you’re fucking Kiri in the same room as Bakugou and he sees and then fucks you👀

Could you imagine Kirishima not saying anything though? Like you climb into bed with him that night like nothing happened and you can feel how horny he is, and you end up fucking in bed while Bakugou listens next door. Doing the exact same thing Kiri was doing hours earlier.

Not a word spoken about it between you but Kiri conveniently keeps trying to put you in situations with Bakugou? Because he enjoyed watching his best friend split his girlfriend apart on his cock?

Starts “accidentally” leaving his phone unlocked in the apartment. On the coffee table while he goes to the bathroom, or the kitchen while he’s busy making food. Leaving a lewd photograph of you clear as day on the screen so Bakugou sees. And he knows Bakugou sees it too— deliberately trying to rile him up so he’ll make a move on you again.

#jo thirsts #thirst posts #bakugou thirst #kirishima thirst #tw:cheating #trigger:cheating

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all stepdad katsuki wanted to be was nice. he wanted to teach you some defence moves, so you could fight off any unwanted attention from boys. he tried to include your mother, but she had an emergency conference to go to, so it was just the two of you in his personal gym in the basement.

you had started with basic defence skills, like punching them in the armpit to release things, using your palm to break their nose, and were now starting on how to get someone off of you.

he had you pinned to the ground, leaning over your body with a little smile on his face. you both seemed to be enjoying this time together, so he was happy that he seemed to be doing something right and that there wouldn’t be as much tension.

he had first instructed you to try and buck him off, by bringing your hips upwards and almost thrusting him off. it all seemed to be going well, until he had also gave you the tip that scratching and biting the attacker could also help. you had starting scratching at his back and digging your teeth into his shoulder, trying desperately to throw him off and impress him.

you slowly start to realise that when you buck your hips, your clit slightly rubs against his own cock through his shorts, and you’ve had enough of katsuki teasing you. it’s obvious he wants you like you want him, why else would he invite you to his gym scantily clothed while your mother wasn’t home??

so your bucks start to turn into slow little grinds, and Katsuki starts to assume that you’re bored, and tries to climb off. as he sits on his knees, your kinda rested on his lap, and you’ve had enough. you throw yourself forward, and he falls backwards, having not expected it. his limbs spread, you sat on-top of his crotch. you don’t even care at this point, grabbing the skipping rope and making quick work of tying his hands while in his dazed state.

you don’t even have the time to take your bottom half off, just ripping a hole in the leggings and quickly tugging down his shorts and spitting on his cock. you’ve already got his cock halfway inside of you, face dangling over his when he finally realises what’s going on. he tries to throw you off, unable to use his hands, but that just sinks his cock further inside of you.

you’re just babbling your thanks, calling him such a good daddy, bouncing so quickly up and down. he’s desperately trying to undo the rope, still trying desperately to throw you off.

he feels so stupid, cursing his cock for being hard when he so desperately doesn’t want to be here. he glances up to see you throw your sports bra off, tits out and bouncing with every buck of your hips. he desperately tries not to look, and shuts his eyes tightly when he feels an orgasm impending. it’s not his fault! he doesn’t want this!

you keep bouncing, even through your own orgasm, desperately needing his cum inside you. poor stepdaddy katsuki’s practically given up, but still tries to throw you off with the buck of his hips every so often.

it’s only when he cums inside of you, cock going limp, that you climb off of him. you press a sweet kiss to his cheek, a skip in your step.

“thank you daddy! we have to do this everyday now, or i’ll tell mum. and you don’t want that now, do you?” - 🗿

I’m— 😳

But imagine you start sending him lewd photographs and videos of yourself too. Always at the most inappropriate times, when he’s out on patrol with Kirishima or just as he’s getting ready to go to bed and you’re just across the hall. Sending him pictures of you wearing skimpy pyjamas or lingerie… or one of his old Dynamight shirts.

It’s becoming harder and harder to avoid you, trying not to think of the implications to his marriage or his career if anyone were to find out, but you were insatiable.

He better not leave his phone laying around otherwise uncle Kirishima is gonna get an eyeful—

#not mine #tw:incest #trigger:incest #tw:noncon #trigger:noncon #tw:cheating #trigger:cheating #bakugou thirst

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Imagine being bakugous nanny and him just absolutely railing you in the laundry room while no ones home🥵

Okay, but imagine Bakugou kinda being forced to stay with his wife even though it’s a completely loveless, unhappy marriage because his PR team repeatedly say his approval ratings will drop drastically if he gets a divorce. Nevermind the possibility of losing custody over his kids when it happens, so he sticks it out due to pure obligation.

You’re hired to be a live-in Nanny, almost fainting in shock when you’re shown to your room in the posh gated community. Pretty certain the room you’ve been given is bigger than you’re entire apartment.

Your relationship with Bakugou is a secret from everyone, even though part of him could care less if people found out, he just doesn’t want to lose his kids.

It starts off as flirty texting between you both, easing into sending more suggestive messages and selfies until you’re touching yourself alone in your bedroom for him at night.

Soon he can’t help himself, he slips into your room one night and covers your mouth with his palm as he pumps you full of his cum.

The more time you spend with him the more you can feel yourself falling for the seasoned Pro. Those fleeting touches before you have the house to yourselves and he’s bending you over the nearest available surface. Playing with fire when he slips his fingers under your skirt as you’re in the kitchen and his wife is in the living room, dropping down to his knees to eat you out from behind as you do the laundry, your eyes wide as you look towards the very open door as you worry you’ll get caught. But you’re irresistible and he always needs to be near you.

#tw:cheating #trigger:cheating #jo thirsts #thirst posts #bakugou thirst

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Vengeance | Awase Yosetsu x Reader

Hihihi! Here is another BNHArem collab! The prompt for this month was Mythology/Folklore. It was very very much out of my comfort zone so a special thank you to @autumnalsteahouse for helping find some amazing greek mythology stories I’d never heard of before. This fic is based off the story of Ares and Aphrodite!

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Pairing: Awase Yosetsu x f!reader, mentioned Bakugou Katsuki x f!reader

Warnings: 18+, cheating, implied murder (not depicted), implied pregnant!reader, cunnilingus, unprotected sex.

Word Count: 3.7k.

You kept an eye over your shoulder as you hurried through the quiet streets at night, tugging your shawl tighter around your frame as you neared your destination. Worried that someone may catch you out alone so late and begin to question what you were up to. Disobeying the Gods would surely be frowned upon and it was a secret you had done well to hide for many months prior. A deceit that you wanted to remain hidden, the thought of losing what you had too much to bear. Moving your fist to rap against the large oak door as you gasped in surprise as it opened before you made contact, your body slipping between the gap as you were pulled into a warm set of arms. A gentle glow from the full moon shone inside the dimly lit workshop, illuminating your skin as the man stroked his calloused fingers along your sides.

“Did he see you?” Peppering kisses against your jawline as his hands find purchase on your hips, dragging your body against his.

“He never sees me.” You muse, turning your head to the side to give Awase more space to press his lips against the apex of your neck, engulfing himself in your scent as he held you tight against his body.

“Yeah? You better hope he never does.” Awase smirks against your skin, “The Gods won’t be favourable to this kind of deceit.”

“The Gods are the reason I’m in this predicament now.” Your arms came up to circle around his broad shoulders, grinding yourself against the hardness beneath his trousers as you pulled a low groan from his lips, “Cursing me to be with him.”

“Then leave.” Awase pulled his face back to stare into your eyes, his palm caressing your cheek as you leaned into his touch, “Aren’t you tired of the lies?”

It wasn’t that easy. The Gods had given you to Bakugou, as though you were an object fit for bartering. Your hopes, dreams and ambitions nothing to them, instead sacrificing your happiness for his.

“You know it’s not that simple.” You couldn’t bear to look into Awase’s eyes.

“You carry my child,” Awase murmured, his palm pressed against the swell of your abdomen. You were barely showing, even though weeks had passed. There was no way that Bakugou would realise that you were pregnant, especially that it was with another, “Surely he doesn’t think it’s his?”

“He doesn’t know.” You replied simply, “There is no way he’ll allow me to leave.”

“Then I’ll kill him.” Awase pressed, his grip on your waist tightening as his calloused fingers dug into your skin, causing you to gasp out in a mixture of pleasure and pain.

“You cannot kill the God of fire.” You scoffed, “Many before you have tried.”

Your enchanting beauty had attracted many suitors to you, even though you belonged to Bakugou. The ethereal glow that surrounded you was like a spotlight for potential suitors but it didn’t matter. Not when you belonged to the God of Fire, Bakugou Katsuki.

“You know I’m not like the others.” Awase gave you a smug smirk, “I’m certain you can attest to that.”

“Hm, the God of War against the God of Fire-” You leaned up to press your lips against the corner of his mouth, cherishing the way he tilted his head to try and capture you in a fiery kiss.

“The real winner would be I, with my spoils.” Awase grinned, his hands curving around your body to squeeze your ass, rutting his clothed hips against yours so you could feel his thick cock pressing against you. A sweet moan leaving your lips as he finally brought his lips to your own in a sultry kiss, his tongue sweeping against your lips as he pushed through. Teasing the roof of your mouth as your hands clung to him, silencing your whines as he began to roll his hips against you. Creating a delicious friction as you forgot about everything else, all that mattered in this moment was you and him.

“I don’t think you understand, Yosetsu. There is a vengeful darkness inside of him, he sees me as his possession. I fear he’ll never let me go.” You hadn’t told Awase about what had happened before, the relationship with your husband becoming cold and stale while you sought solace in the arms of another. It made you feel appreciated and loved again, the flurry of emotions pouring out of you and making you feel like you had the first time you fell in love.

“The sooner he learns you belong to me, the better.” He spoke against your lips, his hands moving to the ties of your dress as he shrugged the soft fabric down your shoulders, the material pooling around your hips as your breasts spilled free. Warm hands palming the supple skin as he felt your nipples harden beneath his touch. Arching your back as he began to pinch and pull at the hardening buds, marvelling at the sounds that left your pretty lips.

“You’re so beautiful.” Awase murmured as he lowered his head towards one of your round breasts, his tongue sweeping gentle circles around your darkened areola as your fingers carded through his messy hair. Pushing yourself into his touch as he encased one of your hardened nipples. Teeth grazing the soft surface as you gasped in surprise, tugging the bud away from your body before letting it drop back in place. His tongue salves the sensitive skin after as you let out more sinful sounds, desperate to hear more as he moved to your neglected breast.

A searing hot desire burned in your core as you rubbed your thighs together for any kind of relief, trying to remember the last time your husband had touched you like this. So focused on forging with flames that his hands would no longer touch the wife he had at home. To everyone you were the Goddess of beauty and sexual love, no man unable to resist your charms. Except that is, for your husband. In his mind you belonged to him and this was all that mattered, no need to try and court you any longer as he had won the ultimate prize. Spending more time in his workshop than he ever spent with you, it was no wonder that you would seek solace in the arms of another.

“Tell me you love me.” Your fingernails scraped against Awase’s scalp, causing the young man to grunt as he pulled away from your chest with a ‘pop’. The flat of his tongue swiping against your hard nipple before moving his gaze to meet your own, a large palm circling around your neck to squeeze gently.

“I love you.” His breath fanned against your skin as his fingers moved to tug down your dress, allowing the flowy fabric to pool on the ground around your feet. Leaving you completely bare to his gaze as he drank in the sight of you, intoxicated eyes mapping out every inch of exposed skin.

Even the way Awase looked at you was different to your husband, inquisitive eyes always so full of love and lust. It was one thing to be called the Goddess of beauty and sexual love, but another to actually feel like that. It was the way that he made you feel whenever he gazed at your form. Many men before had seen you as a conquest, a trophy to be won, but Awase was different.

Gentle fingers began to trace along the curve of your thighs, parting them like an army of myrmidons taking commands from their leader. An airy gasp leaving your lips as you felt Awase drag the back of his knuckle through your slick walls. Catching against your clit as your body bucked into him, hungry for more.

“Always so responsive, my love.” Awase smirked as he repeated the motion, feeling your slick beginning to coat his skin as he spread you apart with his index and ring finger. His middle finger giving one, gentle tap to your clit as he watched how responsive you were for him. Hips lurching forward in an attempt to get him to repeat the motion, “You like that?”

“Yosetsu,” You whimpered, hands holding onto his broad shoulders for some semblance of reality, preventing your legs from giving way, “Don’t tease.”

At this you felt his middle finger press taut against your clit, a sinful moan leaving your lips as you began to roll your hips against him. Shamelessly seeking out your own pleasure as he dipped his finger lower, circling your tight entrance as he gathered more of your essence on his digit. Moving back to push teasing, repeated circles against your puffy clit. It wouldn’t take long for you to come undone, it never did with his skillful fingers as he kept his continuous motion.

“So impatient.” Awase smirked, dropping to his knees between your thighs. The only person in the world that he would kneel to as he began to press chaste, open-mouthed kisses against the curve of your thigh, close to your outer labia as your body cried out for him. Hips spasming as you tried to draw him closer, thighs raised around his shoulders as you tightened your grip. Squeezing either side of his head as you felt him exhale, warm breath tickling your slit.

The more he teased you, the more you found yourself wanting him. Tugging on his hair to try and pull him towards where you needed him most, your desperate cunt clenching around nothing as he pressed a gentle, lingering kiss to the top of your mound.

“So impatient.” Awase tsked, nuzzling his nose against the top of your slit, “Are you going to deny me my fun?”

You shook your head no, worrying your lower lip between your teeth as you tried to ignore the insatiable throb that emanated between your thighs. The sight making Awase grin as he pressed a soft kiss to your neglected clit, feeling the way your thighs shook and clenched around his head. This time jutting his tongue out to lap at the sensitive pearl, making you cry out for him as he latched his lips around you.

“Yosetsu.” You cried out for him, gasping when you felt his slender fingers teasing your tight entrance, circling the fluttering hole as he dipped his forefinger into the first knuckle.

“Always so responsive for me,” He mused, giving sharp, shallow thrusts into your eager hole as you greedily tried to take more of him inside you, “So beautiful.”

You cried out as he caught you off guard, sliding his finger inside you to the hilt and curling it towards the spongy spot inside you he knew better than the back of his hand. Dragging the calloused pad against it as he continued to flick his tongue against your clit, his cheeks hollowing as he sucked the sensitive nub into his mouth.

He always said he knew your body better than you knew it yourself, and perhaps he did. He certainly knew it better than your husband, eager to help seek your own pleasure before his own. Bakugou was far too often quick to chase his own pleasure, seeking his own release above your own. You had never known true pleasure until you had met the God of War, and now he had you addicted. So addicted that you were here instead of with your husband, a certain formal infidelity that could no longer be considered acceptable by the Gods. This was dangerous.

Crude sounds filled the cool evening air as Awase feasted on your cunt, sliding his tongue between your labia as he lapped at your drooling slit, wet fingers teasing your clit as dark eyes gazed up at you. Pearly tears clinging to your perfect lashes as you tried to keep yourself upright. Dipping inside your tightness as he tasted you on his tongue, low hums vibrating along your slit as you felt the familiar sensation of your release sneaking up on you. The coil inside you tightening as he continued to fuck his tongue into your tight hole, fingers relentless against your clit as he worked you towards your climax.

“Fuck, fuck, fuck. Yosetsu.” You cried out, your legs giving way but he supported your thighs on his strong shoulders. Your back flat against the wall as he continued his ministrations.

“Such a filthy mouth on such a beautiful Goddess.” He pulled back from your slit to smirk up at you, the loss of contact making you whine in annoyance. Fingers quick to replace his tongue as he dipped two inside your heat, instantly curling them as he began to pump them inside you furiously. Wet, lewd squelches filling the air as he latched back onto your clit. Sending you soaring into your climax as your entire body writhed against him.

His name sounding from your lips as you came, bucking against his face as he helped you through your release. His tongue continuing to lather your clit as he pumped his fingers languidly inside your convulsing walls. Your chest heaving as you tried to regain your breath, gentle whispers of his name leaving your lips.

“Is there any better sight than that in all the cosmos?” Awase murmured, smirking as he pulled away from your quivering cunt to gaze upon your body. Your essence glistening against his chin as he raised the back of his hand to wipe it away, showing a sheer display of strength as he rose to his feet with you in his arms. Your knees pressed up towards your chest as he curled his arms beneath them. Caging you between his body and the wall as you felt him pull his pants down, bunching around his knees as he freed his aching cock. The length curling up towards your body as the swollen head oozed a thick glob of pre.

You trembled in his arms as you reached for him, eager to try and ground yourself as you felt the tip of his cock slide between your slick folds. Roughly nudging your clit as he adjusted you in his arms, groaning as he felt your nails dig into his shoulders.

“You’re so beautiful.” Awase murmured with a smile, leaning forward to press his warm lips against your own as you felt his cock slowly push inside you. Your velvety walls greedily trying to suck him in deeper as you began to pulse around him.

The action causing him to grunt as he buried his face in your neck, chest heaving as he bottomed out inside your tight heat. Pausing for a moment to cherish the sensation, the moment where both your bodies were completely one. As though you were the missing piece of the puzzle that meant you’d be together forever, cursing the Gods for giving you to another.

Even though your body belonged to another, your heart belonged to him. In his mind you were his, you would always be his.

“Please, Yosetsu.” You pouted, trying to roll your hips against him as he stilled inside you. His balls pressed snug against your mound as he pressed a lingering kiss to your neck.

“Patience, my love.” He smirked, his hands moving to grasp your ass as he angled your hips against his, slowly dragging his cock from your slick heat inch by inch. “Have I ever left you unsatisfied?”

“No,” You whined, the thick tip of his cock keeping your tight cunt stretched as he watched the way your naked chest heaved as you sucked in a breath.

“So why would I start now?” Awase’s grip tightened on the fat of your ass as he surged his hips forward roughly, sheathing himself back inside your silky depths. The motion knocking the wind from you as you threw your head back in pleasure, eyes rolling as he began a frantic pace.

Skin slapping against skin as the bulging veins along his cock caught against the spongy spot inside you with each thrust. His pubic hair catching against your clit with each forward motion, adding to your stimulation as you felt your legs go numb. Thankful Awase had a strong grip against your frame as he continued to fuck into your tight body, his name spilling from your lips as you cried out for him.

This was nothing like intimacy with Bakugou, sex with him was always so rough, frantic and domineering. Much like he was in war, it was true your husband was a dominating force in all aspects of his life. You were never certain of whether you were his lover, his wife or just another prize he claimed as though you were one of his spoils from battle.

“I could swear the Gods made you just for me.” Awase rasped, feeling the way your walls seemed to stretch around him perfectly.

A light sheen of sweat made your bodies stick together as he continued his pace, the soft sound of your moans mixed with the lewd sound of skin against skin the only sounds echoing through Awase’s workroom. Each pump of his hips guided you closer towards your climax. Feeling the telltale signs of it as your inner walls clenched around his cock, the motion making him grunt as he tried to hold on. Wanting to feel you cum around him before he reached his own bliss.

“Come on, beautiful. I know you’re fucking close.” He growled, lips grazing the shell of your ear as he pushed your legs tighter against your body. Trying to change the angle of his thrusts so his thick cockhead caught against the same spongy spot inside you with each forward motion. Creamy rings of your slick circled around the base of his cock, dribbling down onto his balls as he kept his constant pace, desperate to see you fall apart for him.

“Yes,” You cried out for him, your nails leaving dark red lines in their wake as you scratched against his shoulder blades, feeling the familiar sensation building inside of you as you sat on the crux of your orgasm.

“That’s it, cum for me.” Awase grunted, your breasts bouncing from the vigour of his thrusts as he worked you towards your release, “Cum all over my cock.”

Crying out his name as you felt the familiar sensation inside you boil over, your toes curling as you allowed euphoria to take over. The sensation of you clamping down around his cock sent him tumbling into his own end, a slew of curses leaving his parted lips as he felt himself succumb to his own pleasure.

You’d told him no marks, and he’d obeyed but as you became more bold, you became cockier. The risks of being caught had shrunk so small that they now sat at the very back of your mind.

Awase’s lips clamping down onto the junction of your neck as he came, a harsh growl sounding from deep in his chest as he rode out his orgasm. White, hot ropes of cum coating your insides as your walls continued to flutter around him, milking him of his release as his heavy balls lightened from his bliss.

Your legs felt numb as Awase pulled out of you gently, cradling your body as though you were the worlds most delicate china, sitting you on the surface of one of his work benches as he watched the way your thighs quivered in the aftershocks of your release. Trying to regain the sensation in your limbs as you fought the urge to fall onto your back against the hard surface.

“Look at you,” Awase grinned at your glazed eyes, his large palms stroking along your thighs as he looked down at the milky cum that seeped from your abused hole, “Always such a mess for me.”

You were both so caught up in your bliss that neither of you noticed the marks that Awase had left against your neck. Evidence of your infidelity as you corrected your dress, leaving a lingering kiss on his lips as you made to leave. The dread of your reality slowly consumes your happiness as you remember who you truly belonged to.

The Gods had made sure of that the day they had given you to Bakugou Katsuki.

You were both so addicted to each other, so caught up in your infidelity that you’d allowed yourself to become cocky and complacent. Leaving Awase’s workshop with promises that you would see him the next evening, already thinking about being back in his arms as you made to leave.

Awase waited for you in his workshop the following evening, glancing out the window as he watched the sun slowly begin to disappear over the horizon. The moon rising up to replace the warm oranges hues with its silvery glow.

It wasn’t like you to be late.

Wondering if he should venture out to find you, if you may be in trouble. His heart hammering in his chest at the uncertainty of where you were, the fear of not knowing far outweighed anything else.

“Not waiting for someone are you?” Awase froze when he caught sight of the familiar blond in the doorframe. His hulking frame hunched over slightly as he stepped into the workroom.

Bakugou had found out about your affair, the possibility of never seeing you again began to enter his mind. Wondering whether you were okay, if you were hurt. You’d told Awase what might happen if Bakugou ever caught you, neither of you were naïve. You both knew the raging temper the God of Fire had, evidence of which was left in blood on the battlefield. “If he ever finds out, he’ll kill me.” You used to say to Awase, but he never listened. Replying with promises about how he would never let it happen, that he would do anything for you.

But promises were made to be broken.

What had happened when you’d returned to your husband that night? What about your unborn child? He should have never let you go—

Bakugou gave him a cold, callous smirk. Laying his sword flat on the work desk as he stood beside his adversary. Intricate golden lines roped along the blade, contrasting against the cool silver metal as they weaved their way down towards the black handle. It was only then that Awase noticed the scarlet shine of blood against the perfect silver.

You should’ve known that this would happen, you weren’t destined for happiness.

“Even in death she is more beautiful to me than she ever was alive.”

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