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Robots | Bakugou Katsuki x Reader

𝐫𝐨𝐛𝐨𝐭𝐬 - 𝐚 𝐦𝐚𝐜𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐞 𝐫𝐞𝐬𝐞𝐦𝐛𝐥𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐚 𝐡𝐮𝐦𝐚𝐧 𝐛𝐞𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐚𝐛𝐥𝐞 𝐭𝐨 𝐫𝐞𝐩𝐥𝐢𝐜𝐚𝐭𝐞 𝐜𝐞𝐫𝐭𝐚𝐢𝐧 𝐡𝐮𝐦𝐚𝐧 𝐦𝐨𝐯𝐞𝐦𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐬 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐟𝐮𝐧𝐜𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧𝐬 𝐚𝐮𝐭𝐨𝐦𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐜𝐚𝐥𝐥𝐲.

Kinktober masterlist.

This is my submission to @strawberry-nugget‘s Perfect Girl collab. Please check out the masterlist here! The first part beneath was actually written by her too it’s so so good💕

This entire thing was basically inspired by Alesana - The Artist. It’s completely different from anything I’ve ever tried to write before, and I really hope the dark vibes come through and the flashbacks aren’t too confusing! If its not your cup of tea that’s totally fine, I just really wanted to try and get this down on paper. This was supposed to be such a cyberpunk collab and I made it so dark I’M SORRY!

Summary: Bakugou always loved you, even in death. With cutting edge technologies making it possible to bring people back to life, maybe he wouldn’t have to prepare himself to actually let you go.

Pairing: Bakugou Katsuki x robot!reader.

Warnings: 18+, italics used as flashbacks, not proofread!, mentioned murder, strangulation, android/robot decapitation, Bakugou is obsessively in love with us, yandere!Bakugou, cheating (hinted), sex with robots? Cause we’re a robot I guess?😂, creampie.

Word Count: 2.8k.

“I remember things from human life” The voice says. Monotonously, like it’s irrelevant and bleak. “I remember how water feels against your hands and how it feels to step on endless fields of grass. And the way lips swell after a kiss. And how they shrink after”

He chuckles. The sound is so throaty that even he can’t pin it as real. There’s nothing real around him nevertheless. Perhaps it’s you standing before him that’s deceiving; it doesn’t stop his heart from burning in his chest, but it’s your image that hurts- then again, these days, everything hurts.

There’s this echo that surrounds him that’s similar to what lingers after a fight. Yet, this time, he has not been the one on the receiving end of a smile and he’s not the one who claps back with an angry click of his tongue. There’s silence. Lack of emotion.

A cluster sound of disaster in the background doesn’t scare you, it doesn’t even make you flinch- more so blink.

“Do you remember anything?” He asks but a voice on the break of tears and crying shall never come out the way one wants it. At least there are no bags under your eyes to indicate a rainfall on your cheeks

“I remember you” He thinks he hears

And silence fills the void of a second in space and time, or even how much it takes for him to process what you said

“At least I think she does. The memories of her brain that are installed into my hard drive are too be vague according to-”

By the time rivers spill in tears of love from his eyes the droid before him looks anything but you. It’s still your voice, Your eyes, your lips, your hair but he misses the way your eye would gleam and how you’d smile.

“We did our best to save her, Dynamight.” The words echoed in his ears as he watched them work on you. Tools digging into the cogs at the back of your neck as your lashes flickered erratically. Glitching in front of him as he took a tentative step closer, focused on you as though you were the only one in the room.

“We’ve implanted her memories, but some of the fragments have disintegrated through the transfer, so there is a chance the fusion could be unsuccessful.” The scientist spoke as Bakugou raised a palm to stroke your cheek.

“I thought you said you could do it.” Bakugou rasped back, his patience wearing thin.

He’d already spent too long without you.

Bakugou hadn’t been ready to lose you yet, not after everything you’d been through together. So desperately in love with you that he couldn’t imagine living without you, breathing without you. Some would say he’d sold his soul to the devil as he contacted a Scientific corporation set deep in the criminal underbelly in Musutafu to try and keep you alive. If anyone were to find out the number two Pro was doing unscrupulous dealings with the criminals he was tasked to apprehend he would surely lose his entire career, even if he was doing it for one reason and one reason alone— love.

“We can- I mean that is, we have, Dynamight.” The man continued, “But these technologies are new and still advancing, we don’t know how unstable they are and with little trials-”

Bakugou stopped listening as he allowed his thumb to trail across your lips, feeling his heart hammer against his ribcage as he felt the love for you continuing to swirl around him.

“I’m taking her home.” Bakugou cut the man off, uninterested in anything else he had to say. It didn’t matter, not when you were finally reunited, you were finally his again.

“She isn’t ready, we still need to-” Bakugou delved into his jacket pocket to thrust a wad of money against the man’s chest as he staggered back from the force. Glancing down at the money as he held it in his arms before sighing softly.

“Just keep an eye on it.” He muttered.

“Her.” Bakugou snarled.

“Her,” The scientist was quick to correct himself, “And if there’s anything unusual just call me.”

It felt good to have you home again, to share the same bed. The number of lonely nights he’d spent without you in his arms had been unbearable, the thought of losing you completely was too much to bear.

He should’ve been quicker, if he’d just made it to the crime scene on time he’d have been there to save you. No matter how many times Kirishima and Midoriya would say to him that it wouldn’t have mattered, that you were dead for hours, the body was already cold. Dynamight still should’ve done something.

“You gonna protect me, Dynamight.” You laughed, taking a sip of your drink as you swayed to the music thumping through the speakers in the dingy dive bar, “Keep me safe from all the creeps in here?”

“I’d do anything for you,” He replied simply.

You looked the same, pretty eyes staring back at him as he pressed a soft kiss to your lips. You even smelled the same, although that could be the essence of your perfume he’d doused you in to try and surround himself with you again. But there was a difference that Bakugou couldn’t seem to come to terms with, something that no matter how hard he tried filled him with a sick sense of dread.

You were cold.

And not like the cold he used to experience when you’d put your feet on his calves in bed, giggling as he tried to push you away. This was a chill that ran straight through you, permeating your insides as it made it feel like you weren’t even real.

“We’re working on that,” They’d told him the first time he’d questioned it, the scientists clearly aware of all the drawbacks of this new technology, “There are many issues that can always be solved with a software or hardware upgrade, she’ll be perfect eventually.”

But even with all the faults, being with you was still better than being alone. Clinging to your body as you lay with him at night, his face pressed into the curve of your neck as he spooned your smaller frame. The length of him almost curled around you as he let his hands wander, pressing into the plush skin of your hips as he let himself have the first night of peaceful sleep he’d had in weeks.

Of course, the good times were short-lived, the dreams slowly turning to nightmares as he was plagued with past memories that infiltrated his consciousness and turned dark.

“Bakugou, Bakugou— please, don’t do this. I’m sorry, I can’t— no, please.” The terrifying sound of your voice still repeated in his ears, hearing it in his nightmares.

He’d been selfish, selling his soul to the devil in the desperate hope of keeping you alive. He wasn’t ready to let you go.

How could he ever be ready to let you go when you were his entire world?

“Missed you so much, sweetheart,” He murmured, a hand tentatively reaching up to palm your soft breast, “Did you miss me too?”

“Yes, Bakugou.”

“Call me Katsuki.” The faintest hint of a snarl flashed across his features as you called him by his given name.

“Yes, Katsuki.”

“That’s my good girl,” He hummed, leaning down to take one of your nipples between his lips, “My perfect girl.”

“Man, you gotta leave her alone.” Kirishima stepped into his office without knocking, causing his friend to growl as he kept his head buried in paperwork, “She put the restraining order in this morning, it’s about to get signed off.”

“She doesn’t know what she’s thinking,” Bakugou dismissed, “She’s not well.”

“She‘s scared, man.” Kirishima tried to reason with his friend, “She doesn’t want to be with you.”

“Shut the fuck up, you don’t know shit.” Bakugou snarled, standing up from the desk as papers flew in all directions. His palms crackled as he activated his quirk, Kirishima taking a slow step back as he prepared to brace for impact.

“I know she just wants to be happy,” Kirishima replied solemnly, “So why don’t you let her?”

“Shitty hair’s a fuckin’ idiot, ain’t that right princess?” Bakugou murmured, pressing his forehead to your own as he plunged into your tight cunt, trying to remember how warm you used to feel when your walls clung to his fat cock— now you just felt cold.

Bakugou released a heavy breath through his nose as he began a languid pace, hands mapping out your body as though he was rediscovering your body. Checking it for any differences that he had yet to notice, but you were the same. Even down to the exact shade of your areola as your nipples peeked from the stroke of his calloused thumbs.

“Missed this, sweetheart,” He hummed, ruby eyes watching his cock plunge in and out of your tightness, “Missed you.”

“Yeah,” You replied robotically, eyes staring up at him vacantly.

“I know you’re still in there, princess.” Bakugou’s warm palm cupped your cheek, his thumb gripping your chin to try and search your irises to find your soul. The scientists said most of your memories would stay intact during the transfer, and Bakugou only hoped that meant only the good would remain, “I know you love me fuckin’ this pretty pussy.”

“I do,” You sighed, “Feels good.”

“Yeah?” Bakugou replied smugly, increasing his pace as he began to fuck into your pliant walls with more vigour, the lewd paps of his hips meeting yours filled the room but it was different. No longer the sound of skin against skin as it was more akin to parts rubbing together. Like the sound of him fucking into his fleshlight on those lonely nights alone when he wished you were with him. The times during the night when he’d tried to call you over, to be with you or even just hear the sound of your voice.

“Please, leave me alone.” You pleaded on the phone to him, your voice hoarse from the amount you’d cried, “My boss let me go today because he said he didn’t want to be threatened by Dynamight.”

“It was just a one-night stand, you knew that.” You continued, “I told you when I left in the morning I wasn’t looking for anything serious.”

“Yeah, but we had something special that night.”

“We had nothing, Bakugou.” You cried, “We are nothing. Please, stop calling me.”

You hung the phone up as your words ruminated, repeating in Bakugou’s mind. You did have something, something wonderful. It wasn’t his fault that you couldn’t see that, that he needed to convince you. And he would.

Slipping his boots on as he left his home to see you, ignoring the incoming call from Kirishima as he turned off his phone so that he was untraceable as he moved through the quiet streets of Musutafu.

“You feel so good, sweetheart.” Bakugou groaned, moving your arms to wrap around his waist as he continued his sloppy pace. Burying his cock inside you to the hilt as he peppered kisses against your neck, “So perfect for me.”

Bakugou's warm breath fanned against your face as he pressed his weight against your body, fooling himself that the heat was radiating from you. Remembering how it felt when you'd rake your nails along the apex of his back, leaving crimson lines in their wake.

Your breasts began to bounce as his pace became more erratic, uncaring about how merciless his movements were becoming as the blunt head of his cock plunged against your cervix with each ferocious thrust. His balls tightening as he found himself reaching his peek, standing at the edge of the cliff as he prepared to fall over the edge. His crimson eyes bore into your own as he pressed a wet kiss to your pouty lips.

“I love you.” He whispered gruffly, his nose bumping your own as he continued his rough pace.

"Wha?" You hummed, the slightest scrunch to your nose indicated that the real you was still there somewhere, wracking your brain for the memories that would aid you in this stiuation. Memories that would help you recall what was happening right now, how you felt-

“Say it back.” Bakugou barked harshly.

“I don’t know-” The words weren’t wired to your programming when you thought about him, the man that held your heart was no longer here.

You couldn’t describe the sensation- it felt as though you were no longer here but you were still entirely present. Wondering whether you may be a ghost as you stared up at the familiar ceiling inside Bakugou’s room, and maybe you were. Just a ghost holding on to superficial memories that no longer mattered, not when you weren't here- or were you?

The memories you had with Bakugou certainly felt otherworldly, remembering the drunken night you’d spent with him while you’d been on a break with Shindo Yo. A tangled mess of limbs as you spent the night in Bakugou’s arms before leaving the next morning.

The one-night stand may have been just that for you, but to Bakugou it solidified your feelings for him. And his feelings for you intensified, texting Kirishima that you were going to be moving in with him.

Kirishima[8.04AM]: That’s great man, but don’t think you should be moving that fast?

Bakugou[8.05AM]: Why not when I know she’s the one?

Bakugou[8.06AM]: I’m going to be late to work this morning, I’m going to try and find a ring.

Kirishima[8.08AM]: Bro, I really don’t think that’s a good idea.

Kirishima[8.20AM]: Can I at least meet her first?

Kirishima[9.30AM]: Kats?

Kirishima[3.01PM]: Bro? Text me back. You’ve never missed work?

“Say it,” He snarled, his hips knocking against the backs of your thighs as the sound of his balls slapped against your ass, “Tell me you love me.”

I love you, I love you, I love you repeated in your head. The memories beginning to come back as you felt them enter your consciousness, surrounding you with that feeling of adoration as the words flew from your lips.

“I love you, Yo.” If only you’d been honest with your feelings and allowed him to love you as you deserved, none of this would be happening right now.

"What?" Bakugou growled, "No- Katsuki. I told you to call me Katsuki."

"Katsuki?" You repeated the word as if it were foreign on your tongue.

You were broken, you had to be. He was the only one that should hold your heart, not him. But at least now he’d have you forever, the man who you’d claimed was your boyfriend Shindo Yo, Pro-Hero Grand, was now incarcerated in Tartarus for life for committing your murder. Even his best friend Kirishima seemed uneasy about that verdict, knowing Bakugou was more than capable of killing you— thinking an innocent man was now behind bars paying for his crimes no matter how many times Bakugou would try to convince him that he didn’t do it.

"You're mine," He growled, grinding his teeth, "You'll always be mine."

“What did you do?” Kirishima looked at his best friend nervously as he sat behind the desk in his office sorting through paperwork.

“What do you mean?” Bakugou didn’t look up as he signed the bottom of a mission report.

“Man, I got like 8 voicemails from her last night. Did you go to her house?" Kirishima asked as he lingered in front of Bakugou's desk.

“You’re a Pro-Hero and she had your number, she was probably looking for help with something.” Bakugou scoffed.

“She sounded petrified, though. Did you say something to her?”

“I didn’t do shit.” Bakugou snarled, "It's probably that prick Grand, he's enough to upset anyone."

“Where were you last night, man?” Kirishima continued, “Your secretary said you were out on patrol but I didn’t see you anywhere.”

“You fuckin’ following me now?” Bakugou growled.

“No,” Kirishima mumbled, “But it’s not like you to disappear like that.”

“I didn’t disappear, I was doin’ my fuckin’ job.”

At least now Bakugou could identify why the cold sensation of your android body upset him so much, it was because this is how cold your body felt on the day he murdered you. The chill encapsulated you as he watched the life slowly drain from your eyes as they held the same distant gaze you held now.

There was a morbid news report playing in the foyer of Dynamight’s agency as Kirishima made his way in to see his best friend, the same report had been on a loop on the channel all morning as he’d dropped his coffee mug on the kitchen floor. Breaking off into shards as the hot liquid scorched his skin, but nothing could conceal the feeling of dread he’d felt hearing the words as he began to try and call Bakugou’s cell phone with no response.

A body has been found in the early hours of this morning at the residence of the current number thirty Pro-Hero Grand. Police and forensics are still investigating the scene, but the death is being treated as suspicious. The body is thought to be that of his girlfriend, a civilian who was also working beneath the recently retired Pro-Hero Manual at his agency here in Musutafu. We will have more information when it becomes available.

The mechanical robot in front of him is now like a macabre mausoleum, capturing you in time for eternity. It was as though even in death you didn’t want him to be happy, even now you wanted him to suffer.

“Fuckin’ bitch,” Bakugou felt his large palms weaving around your neck as he continued thrusting into your pliant body, fingers pinching against your jugular as he increased the pressure, “Sayin’ his name when you’re with me now? You’re mine, you were always mine.”

Except this time there was no colour draining from your face, your eyes were already gone.

You were already gone.

Bakugou's eyes were almost as vacant as your own as he managed to rip your head clean off your neck in a sheer display of power and brute strength. Calloused palms heated up as the rage continued scorching through his body, melting the fake skin and wearing it down to the cogs and gears inside you, showing him who you really were.

A machine.

Bakugou gave a few more messy thrusts as he came inside your pliant walls, painting them white with his release. Pulling out of your spent cunt with a groan, his warm spend spilling from your ruined hole as it dribbled onto the bed. Leaving you lying motionless much like you had the last day he saw you alive, the last day he got to hold you.

“You fuckin’ made me do it, I didn’t want to do this,” Bakugou mumbled, a stray tear trickling down his cheek as the lifeless, lax android version of you lay broken atop his sheets. This time there was no blood, just broken cogs and the toxic stretch of burning silicone, "I just wanted us to be together forever."

Picking up his cell phone Bakugou searched for the science lab's contact number, hearing the familiar ring until the call connected.

“Hey Dynamight, is everything okay?”

“The transfer was unsuccessful.” Bakugou snarled, “Try again.”

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gglitch1dd · 2 years

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averytiredhuman submitted:

Hey! Okay so here me out, for one I love your work and two, what is Bakugou got jealous that his girlfriend has been spending a lot of time with Kirishima, to train her quirk, and he gets angry and lashes out.

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Note: Toxic Bakugou, Jealous Bakugou, Angst, Possessive behaviour, Bakugou has anger issues, Kirishima being a good friend, Bakugou raising his hand (not to hit you just cause his extra that way), flinching. Bakugou is an asshole in this one.

Okay @averytiredhuman, but he would. lets not lie to ourselves now. i wasn't sure whether you wanted reader and him to make up or to be comfort, so I chose ANGST! that and Kirishima stepping in being a good boy.

Bakugou loves Kirishima. Kirishima is his best friend, his brother, his platonic soulmate. Bakugou would kill for Kirishima, he would die for Kirishima, he would choose Kirishima over his own mother, that's how deep of a respect he has for his best friend.

But if he hears Kirishima's name come out of your mouth one more time, he swears to God, he is going to commit homicide.

In all fairness, Bakugou was being a bit irrational. You and Kirishima were just friends. Close friends, especially after you started dating Bakugou. It was actually Bakugou who had urged you to get to know Kiri better because that was his best friend. You, of course, being the good girlfriend that you are, would get to know him too.

Now at first Bakugou was (low key) happy that the two of you got along. It made life much easier for him because now the two most important people in his life were easy around each other. But then he started to fall into something very dangerous.

Jealousy.

Bakugou wasn't blind. Kirishima was a great person. He was kind, thoughtful, put everyone before himself, sweet, great with kids, volunteered, the media loved him... need there more to be said? His best friend was Red Riot. Poster boy for Men's Fitness Magazine and was shirtless at least 75% of the time. Big bulky and made of muscle yet had beautiful elements to him like the way his eyelashes framed his eyes or how soft his gaze was, or his smile. Eijiro Kirishima was the dream.

Now Bakugou knew he wasn't perfect (but he would rather chew off his own foot than to acknowledge it). He knew especially when it came to the media and dealing with other people's emotions and reactions, he wasn't the best. He couldn't even solve his own emotions often than not, but one thing was certain.

Bakugou hated feeling less than.

He hated feeling as though he wasn't enough.

Even if it had to do with his damn shitty haired best friend.

Bakugou trained with Kirishima often than not. Even though they both had their own separate agencies, more often than not, the two could be found at each other's agencies training and pushing each other to the limit. That's just how they worked. Making each other better in ways only the other could help.

Kirishima's quirk was just great that way. Durable. Strong. So strong, Bakugou couldn't exactly do much than shock the guy with his explosions. Which is how he worked.

But then you started training with Kirishima too. His quirk being perfect to strengthen your own as well. So soon training with Kirishima turned from once every week to once every three days, to every second day, until Bakugou felt you said Kirishima's name more than you ever said his.

"I'm going to train with Eijiro."

"I'm sorry Katsuki, Eijiro and I thought we could get in an hour in before we leave."

"Come on Katsuki, let me have a shot with Eijiro too."

It was driving him mad. He was getting sick of it. Utterly sick of it. And when Bakugou got mad... sometimes it was like dealing with a man you couldn't even believe you were dating.

Bakugou sat on the couch in your shared apartment, scrolling through channels on the TV when he heard the front door open. He had heard you moving around a lot but hadn't thought much of it, until he heard him.

"Hey Y/N! Ready to go?"

The blond had never stood up so fast in his life. "Yah." You voiced out. "Let me just grab my bag then we can get going." You went back down the hallway to your bedroom to snatch your gym bag.

You were leaving with Kirishima. Again. He nearly forgot that you told him you would go to the gym today and he was hoping you would change your mind. Bakugou was getting sick and tired of Kirishima taking up all your time away from him. It made no sense to him. He was your boyfriend. Why would you rather train with Kirishima than with him? Bakugou's jaw tensed. He was getting real fedup with all this and it was annoying him.

And Katsuki only knows one way to deal with things that annoy him. Head-on and harsh.

Bakugou walked into the hallway. Standing in the hallway was Kirishima. The redhead turned around to see Bakugou standing there watching him. Kirishima raised a hand with a smile. He was dressed in his normal gym attire. "Hey man!" He greeted. Kirishima outstretched his hand for Bakugou to take in their usual handshake but instead the blond slapped Kirishima's hand away. Kirishima's eyebrows furrowed confused. "Whoa, dude. What's wrong?" Kirishima asked.

"What's wrong?" Bakugou asked. His face already set in its usual scowl but this time his eyes held no mercy or light towards the redhead which in and out of itself was unusual. "What's fucking wrong?" Bakugou asked loudly. "What's fucking wrong, shitty hair, is that you are getting real close to my fucking girlfriend." Bakugou let out with a glare.

Kirishima's eyes widened in shock. "What?" He asked confused. "Dude, what are you saying?" He took a step closer to Bakugou.

"I'm saying is that Y/N isn't going to fucking work out with you anymore, if that's really what you're doing."

"Katsuki." The sound of his name made both men turn their heads back to you. You looked between the redhead and the blond confused. Your eyebrows furrowing at the obvious tension between them. "What's going on?" You asked him. Kirishima opened his mouth to speak but Bakugou quickly took the opportunity. He harshly grabbed your bag out of your hand. "Hey!" You shouted.

"You aren't going out with Eijiro." Bakugou didn't leave room for discussion as he threw your bag into the living room.

You took a step towards Bakugou. "Katsuki, what's going on with you?" You asked. "Babe-"

"Don't fucking 'babe' me." He cut you off without second thought. "I'm so sick and tired of you constantly running off to hang out with my best friend. It's Eijiro this or Eijiro that!" He said trying to mock your voice. He point to his chest. "You're my girl friend." He turned to the shocked redhead standing frozen. "And you are my best friend!"

Kirishima quickly snapped out of it. "Katsuki, I don't know what you think is happening, but it isn't." Kirishima clarified stepping closer. He tilted his head to the side as he looked at his best friend. "Katsuki, would you honestly believe that Y/N would ever cheat on you? That I would ever do that to? My best mate?" Kirishima motioned one hand to you. "She's your girl man!"

Bakugou released a cynical laugh as he rolled his eyes. "Oh please Eijiro. Don't make me seem like the crazy one."

"But you are!" You shouted at your boyfriend. You folded your arms. "Kats, Eijiro and I train together. Just like the two of you. We're friends but I'm your girlfriend." You emphasized. "You're overreacting babe. You have nothing to fear or assume."

Bakugou felt that inner hot boiling rage just rise up in him. He wasn't crazy. He could never be crazy. He wasn't overreacting. He knew what he was talking about. Smoke started to come from his balled up fists. He grit his teeth. "Fear?" He let out in a quiet rage which was probably more scarier than when he would shout. "Why the hell would I be scared Y/N?"

"You're clearly jealous of all the time I'm spending with Eijiro. Just say so!" You told him.

"Jealous?" He laughed. "I'm a lot of things, and I'm not jealous of some stupid meat headed idiot like him." He pointed to Kirishima.

Kirishima looked to the blond flabbergasted. "Dude, what the fuck?"

"Hey! There's no need to be mean to him." You reprimanded Bakugou. "Eijiro did nothing wrong!"

"Oh, so you're defending him?"

"Well I sure as hell am not defending you."

Bakugou's palms starting sparking as his emotions started to build up. "Then why don't you fucking go date Eijiro then! It'll save you all the goddamn trouble." He threw his hands up dramatically.

The moment you flinched, Kirishima stepped in. You heard an explosion and then saw a flash. When you looked back, pining your boyfriend to the wall was Kirishima. His quirk activated as to stop himself from getting hurt from Bakugou's explosions. For the first time since you met him, Kirishima looked scary. His facial expression dark and his grip on the blond was firm.

It was silent for a heavy moment, the tension in the air thick along with the faint smell of smoke. Bakugou scowled at Kirishima who looked down at him with just as vicious of a look.

"Y/N, go get your things." Kirishima voiced out quietly, not looking at you.

Bakugou turned to you. "Y/N, if you fucking dar-"

Kirishima quickly grasped Bakugou's wrists with one hand. He used his spare hand to force Bakugou's jaw against the wall. He sneered down at the blond. "You threaten her again and see what happens. I dare you." He spoke heavily, meaning every syllable. Kirishima waited a second for Bakugou to fight back. For him to say something more to test his patience but the blond was silent. "Y/N." he reminded you. He didn't have to look back to know you were still there. You quickly went to go fill a backpack with your necessities.

Bakugou tried to fight against Kirishima's unbreakable grip but the man was built like a tank and trained to be just as strong as one. He grunted as he tried to push himself off the wall, but Kirishima kept him in place. "Where the fuck do you think you're taking my girl, Eijiro."

"Away from you, while you calm the fuck down." Kirishima told the blond seriously. He heard you make your way back into the hallway. "So how about you gain some more common sense and common fucking deceny and then we can talk."

-Glitch1d

I wasn't really sure how this was supposed to be but oh well. Part 2? With a happy ending? Happy ending with Bakugou or Kirishima?

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yandere-sins · 2 years

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this is an ask! or could be head canons! but what’s the aftermath of father! Bakugou hitting his daughter? like is he more gentle or you know how abuse only gets worse after the first hit? also what are the emotions running through the girl’s head and what’s the reaction from his s/o? sorry about this; I get really curious about aftermaths, especially about yandere scenarios!

Thanks for asking! I hope this stills your curiosity ^^

[Part 1]

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♡ It takes almost two days for him to get back on track, and not by his own volition. Two days that he hides in his home office, curtains drawn closed and leaning back in his recliner, a glass of whiskey in his hand being his only companion. In the matter of one night, he completely turned his life upside-down. Bakugou doesn’t want to talk to anyone, see anyone, or do anything. Though he can take vacation days at his job, it only suffocates him more to know he’s taking time off that the world needs him for. But he drowns it in any alcohol he can grab from close by.

♡ His partner tried to start a conversation with him, but it led nowhere. Just a broken glass, a bleeding hand, and the fear he’ll throw another one in their direction again if they keep bothering him about what he did to their daughter. It’s not their position to judge him, not when they weren’t there to prevent it from happening like they always did. Bakugou blames himself the most, but once he can’t take it anymore, he does go off on his darling where they were when they needed them and when they should have taken the hit for their daughter like always. Where they hid while he lashed out at her. And if they drive him too far, he might do worse to his darling than just scream and throw glasses at them, so they quickly disappear, only going inside the office to clean the glass from the floor and bring him new food that he won’t eat.

♡ Bakugou is needlessly strict with himself, always imagining the “what if” instead of seeing things as they truly happened. He constantly plays with the thought of accidentally killing his daughter instead of being happy she’s alive and well. The anger he felt when he hit her hasn’t dissolved yet either, so he makes up excuses and reasons for his behavior when really, all he feels now is the fear of losing her more than ever before.

♡ Meanwhile, his daughter is probably not doing so much better either. Locked in her room just like Bakugou decided, there’s not much to do but rest and heal as best as possible while not being overtaken by the many fears her room now holds. While no one in this household is okay, Bakugou’s partner might play mediator just to regain some peace, telling their daughter about what her dad is doing all day long and how affected he is by what he did. It might be harsh to ask her to go to him and show him she’s okay. Still, since the situation is getting worse and worse, some very unhealthy ideas are planted in the young girl’s mind about showing forgiveness and being the bigger person in this scenario; since, technically, it’s the daughter’s fault that things escalated.

♡ It’s not the healthy and correct way, but it does help—unfortunately. Bakugou might be annoyed that his partner is yet again bringing food, but when a timid voice calls out to him, “Papa?” all the anger is completely forgotten in an instant. Gazing upon his daughter in shock, it’s not long until he beckons her closer, pulling her on his lap and hugging her tightly. Apologizing yet again for what he did and praising her for being so strong. Hearing her apologize in return and tell him she understands why he did what he did does so much good for his pained heart, and soon enough, even with his alcohol levels, he’s back at the dinner table with the two most important people in his life, smiling and basking in the praise they rain on him.

♡ Everything goes back to almost normal. The stricter rules are still in effect, and things still feel off, no matter how much everyone forces themselves to pretend all is good. His daughter is much easier to flinch now when he lifts his hand, Bakugou feels weird going into her room, and his partner pretends none of these things happened and are happening right in front of their eyes just to keep the peace. It’s a disaster in the making, a pot full of unspoken truths threatening to boil over any day.

♡ It just needs one more mistake, one more overstepping of Bakugou’s new boundaries. One is enough to make Bakugou realize he still holds the reigns in these relationships, whether it’s with his darling or his daughter. They can plead and beg him to stop, but if he must teach his daughter another lesson to see reason and stop ruining his patience with her, he will. Sometimes lifting his hand is enough; other times, she’ll have to feel it against her skin. It’s easier now, and Bakugou knows how to temper his strength and apply it less critically. But it hurts regardless, and he gets trigger-happy much easier every time. He forced one person into submission before, he can do it again. He can take all the joy from his daughter, lock her in her room until she begs him to be her old, well-meaning father again and not this aggressive monster he turns into when she doesn’t do as he wants.

♡ But why does it hurt him so much, he wonders? Why is he regretting lashing out even though he’s much more careful now, skilled even? This is not the clumsy dominance he had when it was just his darling. He is now much more settled into his role as the executor of his will. Why is it so much harder seeing either of these beloved people look at him with tears in their eyes when it had always been the way he did things? Why does it hurt to feel them flinch against him when he goes to hug them even though everything is okay at that moment? Where has all the trust he built with them gone after all this time?

Why did one mistake ruin all he loves?

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yanderenightmare · 4 months

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Bakugou Katsuki x darling

TW: omegaverse, possessiveness, light bullying

part 2

gn reader

Just thinking about how Alpha Beta Omega classes were always the worst. How the teacher would speak about an Alpha's strength and charisma, a Beta's sense of loyalty, and, of course, all of an Omega's weaknesses.

It didn’t help that you were the only Omega in school. It also didn’t help that your class featured the only Alpha in school too.

All your life, it’s been a myriad of bullying. Katsuki would be at the helm, all the Betas behind him, eagerly following his every move – then you – trod over in the process.

“You’re an Omega. You know that means you’re stupid, right?” He’d laugh – his canines gleaming in his grin.

“And weak – Katsuki, don’t forget weak!” His friends would add, hyping him up – making his smile ever sharper.

“Yeah! – stupid, weak, slow, and tiny.” You’d be pushed to the dirt, shadowed by his form, gleaming with pride, blocking out the sun. “Heh- sounds like something that belongs beneath a boot.”

All those classes, all those lessons. It’s not really the teacher’s fault. She’d tried using the most unbiased language she could. She’d only been stating facts – but still… couldn’t they have waited until all of you were a little older to tell everyone all the reasons you were different from them?

Granted. The lessons progressed into different territory when you got older. Talking about pheromones and instincts and mating and breeding – how Omega’s fall prey to something called ruts and heats – and how vulnerable they are when they’re caught in it.

You were burning with embarrassment in your seat – feeling feverish from the toll of it – knowing how all this new information was going to be like fuel to fire – how Katsuki was going to use it for all it was worth.

You dared glance over at him – sitting by the window – he had an elbow propped on the desk and his head resting in the palm it supported. It didn’t seem like he was paying attention – his face turned away, looking outside instead. You couldn’t tell whether he was listening. You hoped he wasn’t.

But if you’d looked extra close, you’d see the beat red blush on his ear and cheeks.

To your pleasant surprise, Bakugou didn't approach you at all after that. You thought for sure he’d mock you, but it seemed that maybe… he’d grown out of it, perhaps? Either way, you were happy to think he’d forgotten all about you.

If only you knew he was on a mission to ignore you. You hadn’t noticed, too humiliated by the things being said about the nature of Omegas to have listened to what the teacher said about Alphas – and all their strange possessive habits – their need to mark their mate with bites and scent and-

He shuddered.

It’s a complete surprise. He can’t believe all these years he’s wanted you like that. But ever since you were kids, he’s been imprinting on you – chasing you, biting you, coveting you. It’s so embarrassing he can’t believe it. Is this really the reason you piss him off so much?

He knows it is – now; that one look at you has him blushing and his pants tight in the crotch. Fuck – do you even know? Have you known all along?

No… you’re acting like nothing’s amiss. Chatting up extras with an oblivious smile on your face – acting like you don’t belong to him.

How’s he going to keep you in check when you’re going to different schools by next term? How’s he gonna keep others away from you? Shit- what if there are other alphas at the school you’re going to? What if-

Fuck! His chest is pounding so hard and fast it hurts. He’s going to lose you…

You’re trembling – on the verge of tears – when he drags you off behind the school on graduation day.

His face was in his normal scowl.

He hasn’t bothered you all year – why, what-

“You’re gonna wear this at your new school, or you’re not gonna go.” He mutters – his fist shoving a ball of black fabric into your stomach – not hard, but enough to make you flinch. “Don’t wash it. Bring it back to me, and I’ll give you a new one.”

Your brows furrow.

“Every week. Or else I’ll hunt you down.”

He takes a step closer – you yelp as your back hits the wall, then whimper when his nose brushes along your hairline – his breaths hot.

“This’ll let every extra know you already belong to me.”

When he walks away, back in a slouch and hands shoved down his pant pockets – you unravel the mess of black in your hands – revealing a skull-print plastered on a large hoodie.

It smells like Kachan.

part 2

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aajjks · 6 days

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tw/ hórny èx bf, tôngúè fückïng, orál sèx (fèm!rècíèvïng) ovèrstïmulúlátïôn, hè ís à crèèp, nôncôn, èxplïcït ând nsfw thèmès.

It’s hard to break up with someone like him because he doesn’t get the hint- it’s been barely 6 days and he finds himself right in front of your door.

Really horny. And quite frankly messed up.

He bangs on your door- at first he’s gentle, but then he finds himself losing his patience when you don’t open up after a few bangs at your door, even with the bell It’s not working.

He just might have to be a little bit more aggressive with it. See now, he doesn’t like being aggressive with you. He knows that you hate this side of him. That’s why you broke up with him in the first place.

It’s not really a break up to him though because you’re just trying to break and he thinks that this break has lasted way longer than it should have in the first place. So he takes deep breath, and he starts banging at it like a maniac.

“Yn! YN OPEN UP!” But you don’t. You’re really trying to test his patience and then you try to lecture him on his aggressive nature.

His pupils are dilated at this point, he’s feeling so crazy right now, it’s aching and his pants, and he has missed you like crazy-staring at your pictures is not enough anymore. Not at all.

It’s your fault, you know.

It’s your fault that you’re so beautiful and that you have his heart in your hands… he closes his eyes for a moment, and then he takes out the spare keys he had to your apartment-of course, you don’t know about them, but he had a locksmith make them for him.

Without any rational thinking- he unlocks your apartment with ease.

And soon the familiar scent of your home hits him and your ex boyfriend finds himself relaxing, his head feels a little better now. “Yn!~~~” he calls out your name with affection but you still don’t respond.

Weird.

So he decides to check if you’re home. He really hopes that you are because he needs to talk to you and… a lot of other other things.

First to fall of course it’s gonna be your bedroom, his feet, take him to the familiar room so easily, because he remembers every single room in your home, like the back of his hand.

And to his surprise? He hears the shower running. A Cheshire Cat smile spreads across his lips. But before he can think anything else, the shower drops sounds come to a halt.

Oh, so you must be done..

He waits- by sitting on your bed and waiting for you to come out, and he doesn’t have to wait long, so he unzips his pants, creepy? He doesn’t give a fuck.

He needs to fuck you and get you back. He has everything you ever want. Quite frankly, you can be ungrateful. Anyone would kill to be in your place… but too bad he wants you.

And there you are, in all your wet glory-with a towel loosely wrapped around your body, you gasp, expected, in surprised to see him, he smirks.

Your eyes widen and you open your mouth to scream at him, he doesn’t mind you can because he’s missed your voice a lot.

“Hi baby.” He greets you. Licking his lips, because he feels himself getting harder when he stares at your soaked, freshly washed body.

You look so sexy like this I can’t help but remember all the times he would fuck you senselessly in the shower or sometimes when you were done with it.

You’re just so irresistible. You get him so horny for no reason at all. It’s your fault and now you’re going to have to help him out.

“W-WHAT ARE YOU DOING HERE?” You finally say something to him, even though you’re screaming at him like a maniac, he doesn’t mind.

“I can’t help it baby you know I love you and I can’t live without you-and I’m so horny right now.” He licks his lips again, getting up from your bed to walk towards you.

He needs to touch you right now.

“I told you you couldn’t break up with me but you thought you could.. so I just wanted to give you a little break, but I think it has lasted enough now I need you back.” He groans. You smell so good even his muscles are pulsing.

His eyes are you like a predator and You should know that you cannot escape.

He is way too strong for you.

“Come on now- look at me? I’m so fucking hard because I was thinking about you- and look at you.. fuck…” he breathes out, taking you by your waist.. but then he gets another idea.

So instead of holding you, he drops to his knees.

This is gonna get you so weak for him.

“Let me eat your pussy. Missed it so much.” He looks into your eyes when he grabs your legs. You barely manage to hold onto your towel, which was about to fall. And something switches in your eyes.

You have missed him too.

He smiles. “I bet you missed me too. Fuck- baby let me have a taste please- I’m doing this to make it up to you. I know I pissed you off, so let me make it up.” He breathes, slowly, removing the towel and he starts to tease you by rubbing his hands over to your clit.

You whimper, you’ve always been so weak for him.

He knows you need him-equally as bad as he needs you. And he’s going to make you realize it tonight. He leans his face closer to your cunt, and you grab his wide shoulders for support.

“Oh look at you baby- you’ve already started to get wet.” He coos, pressing a kiss to your thigh, and then his kisses get closer to your heat, “f-fuck. You’re so fucking bad for this.” You moan out. He knows that you’re trying to reject him still even though he knows what your heart and body really want.

Him.

“I know yn.. but fuck- you’re my bad habit.” He replies before he takes one of his fingers out of your pussy and he smashes his mouth into it- his tongue starting to eat you out.

“Nghhh fuck.” You moan as he starts to tease you again with his teeth- he’s so messy right now, all sloppy as he pushes his tongue in deeper and deeper.

That’s how you like it.

His mind is in a frenzy because the noises you’re making are purely sinful- your towel gals to the ground and your back arches.

He won’t let you fall.

He will make you cum in his tongue.

“Ugh fuck..” he groans as he eagerly laps at your juices, you’re giving him so much.

And he knows you’re already going to cum.

“A-Agh fuck don’t stop- don’t fuckin stop.” You command him and grab on his locks- that arouses him anymore- you taste so fuckin good.

He can kill anyone for you.

“O-Oh fuck- baby cum on my tongue- you can do it.” He praises you- his hands on your ass as he squeezes it, you pull on his hair.

His teeth graze your clit.

“Should I fuckin bite? Since you’re so *pants* fuckin mean to me? Nah.. I love you..” he barely manages to speak because you’re suffocating him and you’re going to cum.

“You can *pants* only cum of you come back to *pants* m-me.”

BNHA- hawks, aizawa, bakugo, deku

JJK- gojo, geto, toji, sukuna

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yndrgrl · 9 months

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yandere! kiribaku are your gym crushes, & you're their obsession

long ass fic. polyamory. quirkless! au. established! kiribaku. switch! kiribaku

warning: nsfw, voyerism, kiribaku seggsy time, stalking, spit-roasting, double penetration, cockwarming

a/n: i hope y'all like big boyz (please request scenarios) also can someone tell me how to reply to comments or something... idk how to. also writing this took forever cuz it kept deleting parts frfr

let's be mutuals :) insta: thebufferfish

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kirishima was the first one to notice you out of the pair. you showed up at the gym an hour after him & bakugou arrived. something drew him to you, his eyes trailing you into the locker room.

you didn't wear anything "high fashion" per se, just what you felt confident in. boy, did it show. you walked back out with a certain aura around you-- sure, ready to work, & determined. whatever goal you had in mind for that training session, you were going to achieve it, kirishima could tell.

"oi! what are you looking at, shitty hair?" bakugou scowled as he arose from the bench, reracking the weight then followed his boyfriend's eyes. he saw your figure facing away from him. you were on the treadmill at walking speed. his breath hitched for a moment, but he blamed it on working out. he tried to rationalize that he hasn't even -technically- seen you, & you're probably just an extra in his movie anyways.

after your warmup, you went for a squat rack, where you would stay for a good portion of your workout. you started off with squats-- tried & true. you had big, bulky headphones on & your hair tied up out & away from your face.

bakugou & kirishima got a good look at your face through the reflection of the giant mirror that lined the walls. you loaded your weight for your warmup, & bakugou scoffed.

"what is that chick even doing?" he rolled his eyes to kirishima, turning his back on you. he swatted away any curiosity that he had for you.

he heard you rerack the weight, take off the clip, & slide off your warmup weight. he examined kirishima's usual happy expression turned into one of shock, approval, & a hint of arousal. bakugou would've been offended, jealous, cursing his boyfriend with every name under the sun due to this reaction.

"what is it now?" he groaned, turning his head back to face you. he was expecting maybe you flashed kirishima, maybe you somehow seduced him with siren power, but he wasn't expecting you, with a leather weightlifting belt strapped against your stomach, squatting way more than expected. if they were being honest, it almost looked inhuman, yet you had no indication that you were struggling.

kirishima breathed out, "you know, kats, she's actually kind of strong."

bakugou knew kirishima, of course he did. he knows all the little tendencies he does when he feels a certain way. when he's nervous, he has a smile that's stretched a little too wide; when he's angry, his normally-bright red eyes turn blood crimson-- almost black. that's why, when he saw his partner adjust his pants & bite his lip, he knew kirishima was undoubtedly attracted & turned on.

"is that all it takes to get you going?" bakugou barked at the redhead, angered, not because he was jealous, but because he was puzzled. truly puzzled. he was so content with the life that him & kirishima had, the routine they fell into. wake up together, get ready & eat breakfast together, have some morning fun, go to the gym, work, come home, have more fun, sleep. that was their life.

yet here comes you, a random stranger with the brute strength of hercules & the beauty of a goddess. you wrecked their unsaid routine.

"what are you talking about?" kirishima questioned when he tore his eyes away from you. he just watched you add more weight to your next set.

"are you that easy?"

"katsuki, you're one to talk," kirishima laughed, switching positions with his partner so he could begin his set of bench press. "i saw you look straight at her ass, & don't deny it 'cuz i watched your eyes."

"i don't know what you're talking about," katsuki growled. his boyfriend unloaded the weight, bringing the weight down to his chest then pushing it back up. even when struggling under a mass of metal, kirishima had a small smile on his face.

"yeah, you do," kirishima uttered out between his reps. "i can see your hard-on right now."

"shut up!" bakugou yelled. kirishima & bakugou's eyes darted towards you & met your semi-scared gaze in the mirror.

"katsuki," kirishima reracked his weights then sat up.

bakugou lowered his voice, saying, "listen, shitty hair, i'll admit that she got me a little bit hard, okay? but i'm not going to do anything about it, i'm loyal to you-"

"i want you to," kirishima laughed, cutting off his partner's endearing, aggressive rant.

"what?"

"i want you to do stuff to her," the redhead reiterated, "i want to do stuff to her. honestly we're both attracted to her, & i wouldn't mind sharing you if it's with someone like her."

"what if we get to know her?" kirishima suggested, sly smirk glued on his face. bakugou couldn't help but copy.

that night, after snooping through your gym bag when you went to the restroom, they found out your name was y/n l/n & your instagram username, thanks to your notifications.

over a quick dinner they made when they got home, they scrolled through your posts. they learned that you were nineteen, three years younger than them. they found what college you're studying at & what major you went into. more importantly, they found all the progress pictures, selfies, & outfit-of-the-day pictures.

whether it was posts themselves or past stories, they screenshot them all. every single one. the more they looked at you, the more they realized how good of a choice they're making by perusing you-- not that you knew that yet.

then they found the gold mine. you're a college girl trying to live it up while you're still young, that much they gathered. what they didn't expect was to see you & your friends (the important part is you though) in costume that bordered lingerie. the post's caption was, "baby rave!"

it felt sinful to see you in such a way. at the gym, you're pristine, well-mannered. in this post, however, you are a complete party girl with lights of different colors radiating, confetti in your hair, & an alcohol-induced flush on your face.

you wore a dark red bikini top that barely held your breasts. metallic chains draped around your body, all connected by a black pearl choker. your bottom matched the top, & you wore ripped-up fishnets underneath.

if bakugou & kirishima were there that night, they would've fucked all of your holes in the middle of the mosh pit.

grunts & sloppy slurps echoed off the walls of the room they shared. "ah, fuck, eijiro," bakugou groaned, his eyes shifting to the man sucking his cock to the pictures of you at a rave, letting your friends jokingly squeeze all over you. he wishes that was him & his boyfriend's hands all over you.

kirishima coughed, spit & pre-cum mixed sliding down bakugou's cock. "choke on that dick, babe," the blonde taunted. in response, kirishima shoved his head down onto his length then moaned. the vibrations sent shock waves through bakugou through the tip & into the rest of his body.

not long after, bakugou forced kirishima on his feet. he stood with him, both of their impressive sizes in his grasp, pressed against each other. he spat onto kirishima's girth, & already was kirishima jacking his hips forward for friction. "god, fuckin' do it already," demanded the redhead, biting his lip. bakugou stroked their cocks simultaneously as kirishima crashed his chapped lips against his.

soon, they were moaning into each other's mouths, eyes cracked open to see the picture of you propped now on the bedside lamp. "oh fuck, i need her so bad," bakugou admitted, & kirishima's heart leaped out of his throat. he could've won a marathon with how wide his panting smile was.

"tell me how bad you need her, kats~" kirishima said as he slipped out of his boyfriend's grasp & got behind the blonde. he reached around bakugou's waist, making him face the photo of you with your hands spreading your ass ever so slightly, only fishnets & a bikini bottom covering your most precious parts.

the bulky redhead, with his other hand, lined his tip with bakugou's hole. "i need her bouncing on my cock while she's choking on your massive fuckin' dick," bakugou responded, & he was rewarded with kirishima pushing past his entrance with his tip & him pumping faster.

"what else? that can't be the only thing," kirishima laughed. "i know how crazy you can actually be."

"'gonna ruin her so bad, she'll only need us. god, she's gonna become our cute, little house wife."

"oh yeah?" kirishima pushed his entire shaft into bakugou asshole, & they groaned together. bakugou leaned his body into the bigger man, shutting his eyes as kirishima pumped him hard, thrusting in & out of him.

"fuck yeah," said bakugou, "she's gonna -harder, bastard- she's gonna our fucktoy house wife, addicted to our cock. i'm gonna fill her up every night of the rest of her life, i swear to god."

they both looked back at your picture, your stunning body, every curve & every muscle & every stretch mark. they were obsessed, needy. "f-fuck, ei, i'm gonna cum," bakugou choked out, brows furrowed & concentrated on your photo.

"me t-too," kirishima said, thrusting harder into his boyfriend. thinking about you already felt good, so what would it feel like if you were actually here? they both wondered. great minds think alike, after all.

in kirishima's hand, bakugou's cock started to throb, jets of cum shooting out & onto your picture, all over the night stand. kirishima followed in suit; he pulled his cock out of bakugou's gaping hole & jerked himself off to you. "y-y/n," he moaned, releasing his cum all over you.

you didn't know any of this, you didn't know just how badly they wanted you, what they did to the mere thought of you. you were unaware of a lot of things, it seemed to them. you didn't know how perfect you were, always hiding your stomach by crossing your arms over it when you sat down. you didn't know how much you teased them when you swayed your hips.

& you didn't know how much you ruined their daily routine.

they found themselves less present at the well-oiled machine of a company they own; not that it mattered, they only go for a few hours every week just for check ups. they spend an ungodly amount of time at the gym, taking note what time you show up on certain days. they figured out your workout routine, what machines you like using, how often you refill your water bottle, what supplements you take.

you couldn't help but notice them as well-- not to the extent they notice you though.

they were eye-catching, everyone in the room would find themselves magnetized to their hulking selves.

bakugou was intimidating, wearing tank tops & loose fitting pump covers. he was at least six foot two, weighing in at 230 pounds of nothing but pure, raw muscle. he looked like he was born with a scowl on his face. unkept, wild ash-blonde hair, a small stubble growing in neatly.

kirishima was the opposite. he was approachable, a friendly giant. he was bigger than his counterpart, standing at a terrifying six foot six & weighing nearly 300 pounds. he was always found with a smile on his face-- happy to be there. he wore tight fitting, long sleeve shirts. small scars littered his hands & clean-kept face.

they shared one thing though, their demon red eyes, lasered in with focus & intent.

you noticed them & how ridiculously handsome they were. just from their appearances, they were just your type.

you moved into the city from a small town on a full-ride scholarship to the local university. you wanted to experience everything city life had to offer because everything was different. from the concerts to the markets to the men. no one would ever describe you as meek in most aspects of your life. in school, you were hard-working; in your career, you were ambitious! however, when it came to your love life, you were subtle.

other girls approached the two musclemen, chatting & giggling. you watched as the girls gave them their socials before leaving to finish their workout. you, on the other hand, would use a machine close to the one they were using. yup. that was it. that was your grand, big gesture of flirtation & seduction.

when you got lucky & they would look your way, you averted you eyes every time with a dark blush (that you blamed on your workout) as heat flashed through your body. you were only meant to watch from afar, you thought.

bakugou was the first to approach you. blunt as ever, too. it made kirishima want to die of embarrassment. "oi! you!" he called out, but you could barely hear his voice through your noise-canceling headphones. you pushed one side off of your ear, turning your head to see who he was talking to. it was you. "you new here?"

it's been two weeks since you started going to this particular gym, which means it's been two weeks since they've been trying to get your attention so you'd talk with them.

"oh, uh, yeah, i am," you told them as you slid off your headphones, letting them hang on your neck. the music buzzed quietly, you doubt they could hear the song. "j-just moved here." you cleared your throat. since when do i stutter, you mentally face-palmed.

"really? from where?" kirishima butted in. them standing in front of you, only a few feet away made you feel tiny.

you said the name of your town, & bakugou snorted, "i've never even heard of that place. sounds lame."

"compared to here, it is. there's nothing to do over there besides working out & hike," you said with a small smile. most people said that about your town so you never really took offense.

"how do you like it here?" kirishima asked.

you could gush about the city all day. you didn't want to bore them though. "i love it here! there's always something to do. the other day i went to my first rave, & there were more people there than people that live in my old town!"

kirishima laughed at your sudden excitement. they were both relieved that you weren't a raging bitch, that you had such a sweet, lovely personality. truly, beautiful inside & out.

in the city, it was so hard to find gems, yet, without even needing to look, they found you. that must mean that you were meant to be theirs, right?

"tch, you probably aren't that interesting, huh?" the ashen blonde spat, even though he was completely enamored by you.

it caught you by surprise. "you're one to talk, big guy. i've probably lived more life than you," you barked back, half-jokingly & half-warning.

with a staggered laugh & a glance at his amused/annoyed partner, kirishima said, "you got a bite on ya', i like that. please excuse him, he's intimidated by pretty ladies like you."

the people back in your old town always told you that city boys had no charm, that they weren't capable of actual romantic emotion, but this red-haired, toothy-grinned man is proving them all wrong. he was smooth with words, easing your mind.

"i'm eijiro, by the way," he said to you with his hand outstretched.

you secured your weights before taking his hand, to which he gently turned yours & placed a chaste kiss on your knuckles as you were introducing yourself. "i-i'm y/n."

anyone else would've been unbelievably jealous that their hunk of a boyfriend is -very clearly- flirting with another person, but bakugou honestly didn't care. in fact, he was giving eijiro a look that told him to keep going. bakugou knew that, out of the two of them, eijiro was more inviting.

you turned your attention away from eijiro. bakugou took this as a sign to introduce himself. "katsuki."

"katsuki," you repeated, holding out your hand to shake his. "got it, i'm y/n," you said in case he didn't hear you the first time.

the only ones who call him by his first name is his parents, his hunk of a boyfriend, & now, you.

eijiro & katsuki shot a look over you. "do it" eijiro could practically hear his partner demand. "so, y/n, have you been to any good restaurants?"

"there's a few i really like! i haven't seen any with my favorite food though," you said, & that made you remember that you were insanely hungry. as if on cue, your stomach grumbled in complaint. embarrassed, you tried to cough to cover up the fact you could eat a horse & then the whole barn.

eijiro shot you a smile. if he heard your stomach, he didn't say anything. instead, he offered, "what's your favorite food? i promise you that kats & i know a place."

you told them what your favorite food. they already knew though; you loved to post about it on your instagram highlights.

"no way, we were just about to head out to get some! you should come with," eijiro offered.

"i-i don't know," you said as you rubbed your arm. what if he's just being nice? what if he felt like he needed to invite you? those questions & then some circled your head.

"what don't you know, sweetheart?" eijiro questioned as he took your hand again, his thumb grazing over your knuckles. "we're not scaring you, are we?"

"n-no! that's not it!" you quickly denied. you didn't mean to give them that impression-- even though you were slightly intimidated by them. however, you were more nervous than anything. your two gym crushes are, not only, in front of you, not only talking to you, but inviting you to a restaurant with them. in your delusions, you pretended that it was a two-way date, even though it was just a friend hangout for sure.

"then what is it, baby?"

"you can just say you don't wanna go," katsuki said, rolling his eyes.

of course you wanted to go! it was a dream to have an opportunity to get closer to the two. "i do wanna go!"

"okay, then what's stopping you?" katsuki scoffed.

you admitted sheepishly, "i kinda spent a lot the other day on groceries & things from amazon."

eijiro was silent at first, then started laughing. "you're cute," he sighed as he let your hand go.

"listen, he didn't ask if you had money. he asked if you wanted to come with us, dumbass," katsuki said with a smirk. eijiro & him, before approaching you, had a long talk about how he needed to be nicer, so his lips turning upward ever so slightly was his "nicer."

"kats," eijiro warned, narrowing his eyes at his partner. katsuki gave a shrug as a response.

"i mean," you began, their attention turning towards you, "if you say it like that, i couldn't miss out on some good food." like a weight being lifted off of eijiro's chest, he let out a deep sigh of relief.

after you finish your last set, you headed to the locker room to freshen up while they waited for you. you fixed your hair, applied more deodorant just in case, & change your shirt-- also just in case.

they led you out of the gym, katsuki slightly in front of you. though his rough exterior, you saw how he was trying to be gentlemanly by making sure you were following him to the car. eijiro, once the car was unlocked, opened the passenger-side door for you. "are you sure?" you questioned while he slid off your duffel bag from off your shoulder.

he replied back, "yeah, i sit up there all the time anyways. it's tons more comfortable in the back for me."

you reluctantly sat in the front seat. the redhead threw himself into the back, placing your bag on the ground beside his.

katsuki slid into the driver's seat with his gym bag in hand. the moment eijiro sat up properly, katsuki threw his bag at his face.

laughter bubbled from you as you gasped out, "that was so mean!"

"yeah, that's why i did it," katsuki replied, getting more giggles out of you. he was in cloud 9, & so was eijiro. katsuki let himself relax to your laughter, falling for your voice. it was ten million times better than his favorite song, & if he had to choose his top band of all time or your voice, he'd never listen to the band ever again. eijiro would allow himself to get hit in the face with katsuki's duffle bag a thousand more times to see that expression on your face. smile wide, mouth agape, as you laughed for him.

"jerk," eijiro muttered, slapping the driver's shoulder.

"whatever," katsuki replied as he backed up the car, "it made the pretty girl over here laugh, so i don't really care if i was being a jerk."

you blushed at katsuki's sudden compliment. eijiro also seemed surprised. "i didn't think you had it in you, kats," eijiro praised, you thought it was because eijiro was just being a supportive friend. the other two knew that it was because of something deeper, something they've worked through in their relationship.

"hey, i got an idea," eijiro started, changing the topic, but you still couldn't get over how flirtatious the two were being. "how about we order takeout from the place? it's pretty busy around this time, so it'll be a wait until we actually get to sit down & eat. is that okay with you, y/n?"

"uh, yeah! if that's what you guys want to do, i don't mind," you said. "where would we eat though?"

"we can go back to our place?" eijiro suggested.

"yeah, i'd be okay with that as long as the two of you are okay with me coming over?"

"we are, don't worry," eijiro said, fishing his phone out of his gym bag. "i'm gonna start ordering, okay?"

while he ordered online, you began talking with katsuki. "i didn't know the two of you were roommates."

"roommates? yeah, i guess we're something like that," katsuki replied. he placed his right hand on the gear stick; he tapped his finger to the beat of the song you decided to play after they practically forced the aux cord into your hand.

"well what else would you call the two of you?"

"no, roommates describe us pretty well," katsuki lied. in his head, it wasn't technically lying. they split the chores, the bills, the rent, just like real roommates do. they grocery shop, they clean, they take turns mowing the lawn & keeping their plants green. the only difference is that they suck each other's dicks & fuck each other in the ass... roommates for sure.

katsuki glanced in the rear view mirror & made eye contact with eijiro. the shark-toothed man rolled his eyes with a knowing smile then continued to pay for your guys' food. he asked you earlier on the way out of the gym what you wanted to order to save time since he already planned in head you were going home with them.

"so how long have you guys been friends?" you asked to fill the silence.

"we've been friends since freshman year of high school," eijiro told you. he wasn't ready to reveal his relationship & how he wanted you to be a part of it yet as he didn't know your stance on polyamory.

"that's a long time! i don't have any friends from high school honestly," you recalled, your town was pretty small after all so all the people were just clones of each other, & it freaked you out.

"yeah, we're pretty good friends. i know kats here inside & out~"

by the time you arrived at the restaurant, the food was done & packaged. "i'll go get it, be right back," eijiro announced before getting out of the vehicle. katsuki had enough curtsy to park in the nearest space closest to the entrance.

"i'll come with you to get the drinks," katsuki said, unbuckling his seat belt. "just stay here & be pretty, easy enough, right?"

"oh, o-okay, i guess," you replied. the keys stayed in the ignition, air conditioner pumping cool air throughout the car. you pulled out your phone, texting your college friends about what was going on.

outside, eijiro pulled katsuki close, whispering in his ear, "be nice or i'll make you."

katsuki pried his lover's hand off of his neck with a scoff. "i am being nice. look at her, she doesn't care."

"i swear to god, katsuki, you're gonna fuckin' pay if you scare her off," eijiro threatened through gritted teeth. he brushed his fingers on katsuki's semi-hard cock through his sweatpants. eijiro took a deep breath, & katsuki stared at him with an amused expression.

by the time you looked up, they were already headed back with a plastic bag full of food & specialty drinks they wanted you to try. you smiled at the two of them, unlocking the doors when they got to the car. you didn't see the interaction between the two of them moments before. maybe if you did, you'd put two & two together.

the drive to their apartment only lasted a song & a half. you were expecting to pull into a regular, slightly warn-down apartment complex with four floors of rooms. instead, they drove into the parking lot of a glass building, a skyscraper to you-- just another tower to city folk.

"woah," you said, though you didn't mean to. "what is this?"

"it's where we live," katsuki said like it was the most obvious thing in the world.

"but... how? it's so fancy," you gasped.

katsuki parked the car as eijiro chirped, "you haven't even seen our apartment."

to call it an apartment was an understatement. it was a penthouse that could fit your apartment three time & still have room left. it was luxury at its finest, if you do say so yourself. you couldn't fathom how this could be someone's "regular."

the statement wall was nothing but glass, sunlight spilling into the living room. the high ceiling -along with the two men who towered over you- made you feel miniature. the decor matched the house, yet it didn't match eijiro or katsuki. it was pristine, minimalistic. when you pictured a boys' apartment, you thought it would be messy with random decor that don't match. hell, your dorm room was messier than their entire penthouse! at least, from what you could tell.

as they took off their shoes, you followed in suit. eijiro took you by the hand, saying, "allow me to give you a tour, sweetheart."

"i-if you insist," you stuttered out; you weren't used to the physical contact, even though it's happened a few times already. he showed you to the kitchen, which had a beautiful backdrop that complimented the countertop. all their kitchenware matched because why wouldn't it? even their barstools matched!

the dining space was nothing but a glass table with black chairs. the centerpiece was a black-tinted, glass pitcher with fake locks of wheat inside of it. "pretty cool, isn't it?"

"so fancy, i'm kind of nervous honestly," you half-joked, half-told-the-truth. seriously, who were these two? how could they afford this at their age? you figured they were around your age, maybe a few years older than you. you've met people who are twenty years older than you who don't have living spaces as nice as eijiro's & katsuki's.

"what? why?" asked eijiro, who sounded slightly offended. he caught that you were joking, but he was curious what made them so intimidating.

"it's just you guys are so put-together. i've never met anyone like the two of you," you told him, & it was true. you've never seen anyone so well-built in all aspects of their life.

eijiro laughed as he ran his fingertips through his spikey hair. "trust me, we had to work our asses off for this place. all the furniture & stuff came with it, so we never changed it."

he started to guide you to the living room, showing off all of their consoles that sat on the tv stand shelves. "any game you wanna play, we got," katsuki said from the kitchen, sounding proud of their collection.

"it's true. we love video games," eijiro told you with that same, charming grin that gets your face red. the way he kept flashing the smile made you think he knew how flustered it got you. "let me show you the rooms. that's probably the only place we decorated on our own."

as he led you through the hallway to the bedrooms, you took note of the framed pictures hung on the wall. it was a mixture of photos of katsuki & eijiro on their own & them two together. "you guys must be close," you stated, pointing out the obvious.

"yeah, we're really close," he said back. "believe it or not, but he's softened up over the years. katsuki used to be so much meaner back in high school."

"that's neat that you guys basically grew up together. i never really had like, a best friend," you revealed. you don't know why you were telling him this, you felt like you could though. "i'm jealous of people who can make those connections honestly."

"i lucked out. it's pretty hard to make deep connections, like you said," eijiro agreed, opening the door to guest room/office. "you make it sound like you've never had a relationship."

"i mean, technically i have," you admitted-- you didn't want to seem lame or inexperienced in front of him after all. "just not a long term one. it's hard dating in a small town where everyone already dated everyone else. you'd think that it be like, ten times easier to date in the city, but it's not!"

eijiro listened to your tangent, adoring how riled up you're getting. he didn't want you to stop, it was such an intimate moment -to him- that the two of you were sharing, just the two of you. "oh yeah? tell me more."

"my parents were right, city boys are so much more... direct. they can barely hold a conversation with me in person & over text then they flash me their... you know, thing. i mean, i get being horny & all, but i don't think i'd ever show off like that to get some. it doesn't actually work though, does it?"

"no, unsolicited nudes ever work. guys on dating sites are usually super desperate. you've already figured that out, huh?" eijiro asked, masking his anger (because you went out on dates with other guys) with fake interest. he already knows most things about you. it's not hard to get into chat logs if you know the right people.

"oh, yeah i have. i wasn't interested in this guy after one date, so i cut it off with him, but he kept texting me for two weeks straight. saying stuff like how i was a gold-digger then he'd apologize, asking for another chance."

"sounds terrible," eijiro replied as he exited the room, you following close behind. he opened the only other bedroom door, telling you briefly that it was his-- he's not a liar, he's just not telling the full truth. he sat down on the bed & offered a spot next to him so you can comfortably tell him all the things men did to you.

"maybe you're looking in the wrong places," said eijiro, his voice dropping an octave lower. his face inched closer to yours, but you didn't notice as you continued your rant.

"it is terrible! another guy took me on a date to this really nice restaurant & he brought both of his parents & his little sister! said something about how we were going to get married because it was god's plan. it was actually really scary at the time. i give up on dating."

"i don't even know where to look! i mean, i guess the gym is a good place to find guys with goals like mine; they're usually misogynists or taken though. you & katsuki are the only ones i'd actually date though, but you guys are swimming in girls-" you cut yourself off once you realized what you just said so clearly. "i mean, i know you guys aren't interested, & it's weird to have two crushes-"

"calm down, sweetheart," eijiro interrupted, & you looked up at him. you almost jumped once you saw how close he actually was. the tips of your noses nearly touched, his left hand was propped behind your back against the bed, his fingers toying with the waist of your pants. his other hand rested on your upper thigh. "i just need to know before i say anything more. do you think i can handle me?"

you nodded, shrinking away from him. could he hear how your heart pounded against your rib cage? your heartbeat rang in your ears as it muffled whatever he was saying. your voice was caught in your throat; you knew if you tried to talk, you'd just squeak.

"do you think you can handle katsuki?"

you nodded again.

"how do you feel about both of us? can you handle both of us?" his hand traveled up your body to cup your chin. all you could do was nod. you've never really thought about two men at once before until now. "use your words, y/n."

"i-i could d-date both of you," you said out of innocences. you didn't want him to know about all the dirty thoughts swimming through your head.

"ah-ah-ah~" he tsked. "i asked if you could handle us both because if you say yes, i promise you that you'll be more than just a date to us. you'll be our pretty, little girlfriend. so i'm going to ask you again; could you handle both of us?" you let your eyes wander for just a second. you saw katsuki leaning against the doorframe, a knowing smirk on his face. his hand readjusted his member, but it only brought attention to how it tented against his pants. you gulped.

"y-yes i can, i-i can h-handle both of you," you said, intrigued, curious. you could barely spit out that sentence before eijiro crashed his lips against yours. you let out a muffled squeak, & he took that as an invitation to let his tongue roam into your mouth.

a string of saliva connected the two of you when he pulled away from you. he turned to katsuki with a lusted expression with half-lidded eyes & a toothy grin. "you hear that, babe? she wants to be with us."

babe? you thought. babe is what you call a girlfriend... or a boyfriend. they watched as you finally realized why the two of them lived together, why the photos on the wall were them doing more-than-friend poses, why there wasn't another room for katsuki. "th-the two of you are, um, a-a thing?"

"took ya' long enough," katsuki taunted, sauntering towards the two of you. he grabbed eijiro by the throat, pulling him into a rough, passionate kiss. he threw his red-headed partner off of him as fast as he kissed him. he placed his hand behind your head, colliding your lips together.

once the two of you disconnected from each other, you tried to defend yourself. "i-i'm sorry! i r-really didn't know y-you two were dating!"

"yeah, we know," eijiro laughed, his hand roaming back down to your leg. "it doesn't matter though. you're worth sharing, you know that, sweetheart? you're so utterly beautiful that we couldn't help but fall for you. can you blame us?"

"you're just our type. motivated, real. you're just so fuckin' sexy," katsuki confessed. he sat down on the other side of you. he dragged you into another rough kiss, & eijiro latched his lips onto your neck. both of their hands began to touch you all over. eijiro's hand found itsway in between your legs, & you grinded against his thick fingers. katsuki's was under your shirt, under your bra, squeezing your flesh.

eijiro whispered in your ear as you made out with katsuki, "you want this, don't you? you really want us."

you moaned into katsuki's mouth as a "yes." your panties were stained with your slick at this point. your pussy throbbed in need, how much you needed them inside you. eijiro nipped at your neck again, marking you in hickeys & love bites. you threw your nervousness to the side as leaned against their arms. both of your hands started rubbing against their bulges. you pulled away katsuki, gently shoving him away. "y-you guys a-actually want me as a, you know, girlfriend?"

"we do, pretty girl. we want to be the only ones to love you, to need you. we're going to be the only ones you ever crave," eijiro purred into you ear as katsuki threw off his shirt. "tell me everything you're worried about so i can ease your mind~"

"a-are you sure you want me?" you uttered with a reddened face. this was nothing like you've ever experienced before.

katsuki butted in, "we fuckin' need you, idiot. how clear do i need to be." he grasped you by the throat, making it harder for you to breath. "i need you."

"i need you, too, sweetheart," eijiro whispered against your neck, which was littered with red marks. you didn't even realize that he stripped down to nothing but his grey boxers. out of his waistband poked his leaking tip, oozing precum for you. "say what you want from us~"

"i-i need you too! i need both of you!" you squeaked out, though you were nervous for what the future might hold, you wanted to experience this, them, to the fullest.

"good answer," growled katsuki, slipping off his sweatpants. "now strip. you can't be the only one hiding yourself."

you did as you were told in an instant. you threw off your shirt, &, with the help of eijiro, you took off your pants. as you stripped, eijiro pulled katsuki in for a victory, sloppy kiss. their tongues fought for dominance. you couldn't help but get more aroused as you watched the two & their passion.

to return the favor, you start peppering kisses on eijiro's neck. his arm snaked around your waist, pulling you closer to his mass by grabbing the meat of your ass. you butterfly kisses turned into desperate bites to mark him. you sucked on his most sensitive spot; he moaned into katsuki's mouth, his eyes fluttering open just to roll in the back of his head. katsuki invaded his mouth with his tongue, making eijiro choke on their mixed spit & his thick muscle.

katsuki, though his eyes were shut, pulled his boxers down & stroked his length. every up-stroke caused more precum to bead out of his tip. it dripped down his shaft, being used as lube while he played with himself. katsuki was an impatient man, though. his own hand can't keep him satisfied for long. the hand that was tugging at his dick shot into your hair. he grasped a fist full of your locks, & he forced your face against his cock. all while he made eijiro's mind numb with nothing but his tongue.

you opened your mouth. one moment you took a deep breath, the next you were choking on katsuki's heavy dick. your eyes watered as he forced himself down your throat. you felt your throat bulge, you felt yourself gag, & there was nothing you could do but choke & cry.

the ashen blonde finally pulled away from eijiro, his other hand on the other side of your head while he thrusted in & out of your mouth. "kats, baby, don't be too rough with her~" eijiro told him, but he knew katsuki wouldn't listen. in fact, he knew he would do the opposite, & that's just what he wanted.

in retaliation, katsuki thrusted deeper down your throat. your hands pressed against his hips to try & stop & catch your breath. instead, he let go of your hair & grasped both your wrists & yanked them behind himself as they straightened. you were forced to take all 9 inches down your throat. drool dripped down your chin.

eijiro unclipped your bra from behind, & he sat you on his lap. his cock stood squished between your thighs. he bucked his hips forward, & your panties began to shape to your pussy lips. the cloth rubbed against your clit, a moan bubbled from your throat, but it was muffled thanks to katsuki's prick thrusting in & out of you mouth. "you said you can take us, prove it," hissed katsuki, glaring down at you while he fucked your pretty, little mouth.

eijiro slipped off you panties, strands of your wetness snapping away the further he pulled them down. katsuki finally shoved your face off his spit-coated dick. eijiro say you against the headboard so you were sitting. he was on his hands & knees in front of you.

katsuki was behind eijiro, a loud spank jolted the redhead forward. with your spit & katsuki's precum as lube, he thrusted into eijiro's asspussy. you watched as eijiro's eyes widened & his mouth hung open. "a-ah, fuck, kats," he moaned out as he abused his hole. eijiro locked gazes with you, then gave you that same, charming smile. through the slapping thrusts that filled the room, he asked, "does this get you excited, hm? you like watching us?"

you were speechless, so turned on beyond belief. all you could do was nod.

"you're so c-cute, y-y/n," he whimpered, his fingers finding your pussy. you spread your legs wider, & your juices gushed out. he inserted two fingers, it was already thicker than you've ever handled. he pressed his mouth to your tit, flicking your nipple with his tongue. you squealed as you stared into katsuki's eyes. his narrowed eyes stayed trained on you while his cock was buried in his boyfriend's ass.

you cheeks were still tear stained, your eyes red from pleasure. eijiro inserted a third finger. a hand, your hand, shot up to cover your screams of pleasure. katsuki pulled out of eijiro. he went to their shared bed stand & used a clean towel to wipe his dick.

eijiro, with no effort, carried you on to his lap as he fell to his hip so he was sitting down. he brought your knees to you ears. katsuki sat in front of you on a chair that was beside their full-length mirror. you could see everything; you could see eijiro's cocky expression, how wet your pussy was, how excited katsuki stroked his cock. "ready to prove you can handle me, sweetheart?"

"y-yes, eijiro!" you shouted, mind clouded with lust. "please fuck my pussy!"

following your command, he thrusted his entire girth into your weeping hole. you screamed in pain & pleasure, more juices leaking onto his lap. "y-you're so fuckin' big," you moaned out. he hasn't even thrusted yet, & you already saw stars. after a moment, he moved his hips. your tits bounced with ever thrust.

in the mirror, you saw how your stomach bulged when eijiro was balls deep inside you & how it would disappear when he pulled out, only to reappear when he slammed himself inside you. his thrusts were slow, but not gentle-- unlike katsuki's. "eijiro," katsuki said, getting bored of his hand. "my turn."

eijiro rolled his eyes, but he released your legs & lifted you off of him. "bend over, sweetheart. he loves your ass," eijiro told you, & you listened. katsuki stood up as you bent down in front of him, using your hands to spread your ass & pussy lips apart.

"god, you're too fuckin' short," katsuki growled. all of a sudden, your feet were off the ground as you were still bent over. eijiro grabbed onto your flailing hands. as a thank you, you shoved his slick-covered dick down your throat. katsuki wasted no time & fucked your pussy while you were airborne. his hands carried you by your hips. he used you like you were toy, pounding your cervix with his angry tip. eijiro didn't even have to move with how much katsuki manhandled you.

you were trying to scream as katsuki picked up the pace, but all that came out was spit & gags. "you're gonna break her," mused eijiro, feeling your arms go limp. you accepted that they were in complete control, & that there was nothing you could do about it.

katsuki didn't respond. instead, he groaned between thrusts, "take. this. slut. you're. such. a. fuckin'. tease." his deep, long strokes turned shallow & spastic. shots of hot, white cum coated every inch of your pussy. it swelled in your womb; you felt katsuki's cock twitch as your pussy milked every drip. you came with him, your juices squirting onto the ground, rolling down your leg.

with a few more thrusts, eijiro flooded your throat with his cum. his salty, bitter jets dribbled out of the corner of your mouth. katsuki set you down & pulled out, & eijiro followed. their cum leaked out of your holes onto the floor, & you collapsed on the floor. eijiro held you up by your arms.

"we're not done with you," he snickered as he carried you onto the bed. katsuki, who was already laying on the bed, had you lay on top of him. he held your legs open while his tip ghosted over your asshole. eijiro was in between your legs, straddling katsuki's. he readied himself at your entrance. he bent down to kiss katsuki, then you.

he & katsuki simultaneously shoved themselves into your throbbing holes. you let out a scream. you convulsed, legs shaking while you came all over them. through your release, they picked up the pace. when one was out of you, the other was buried inside you. because of your orgasm, you were more sensitive than usual. "i-it's too m-mu-much!" you cried while you came again.

"aw~ is my baby getting over stimulated?" eijiro cooed, yet his pace was still as harsh as ever. having both of them inside you made you feel so full. you could feel how much more length katsuki had, but eijiro had more girth.

"that's a shame," katsuki snickered. his hand found it's way in between your legs from behind. using his middle finger, he started rub your clit.

"s-stop! i-i'm go-go-"

"let it all out," was the last thing you heard before everything went white. all you felt was pleasure, they pumped in & out of you.

"m-more, more, more," you mindlessly moaned with every thrust. they gave you more, just to see your face every time you came. you don't know how many times they came inside you, it was all just a blur.

you loved how full they made you. your throat was scratchy because of their cocks, because of how much you screamed your name. you were covered in hand prints, hickeys, love bites, & their cum.

you don't know when you switched positions, but now the three of you were on your sides. katsuki was buried deep inside your pussy once again, releasing his seed deep inside of you. eijiro coated your ass in cum before inserting himself back inside your asshole.

they finally stopped moving. they were still buried in your tight, sore holes. you were sandwiched between them, connected to them. "go to sleep, good girl," katsuki praised, kissing your forehead. eijiro kissed your shoulder, then the two of them shared a kiss. your eyelids immediately shut. that's when you learned that you loved feeling full when you slept.

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lolita-lollipop · 4 months

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Iron

YANDERE BARBARIAN BAKUGO X READER

The king of the most violent and powerful tribe in the eastern world is captured during battle by a small farmers village. What does a violent man like katsuki bakugo do upon meeting a kind servant girl like you?

WARNINGS: reader gets hurt by villagers (bakugo saves her)

He couldn't remember how long he had been here, he just knew it was cold, dark, unsanitary, and painful. He remembered the battle that put him here, getting shot with a poison-laced arrow, feinting on the field. Heh. imagine it, the great barbarian Bakugo, the children's slayer, the village burner, the soldier slaughterer falling because of one puny arrow from one puny kingdom. When he first had woken up he could feel the slick of his blood under him mixed with the dirt and grime of the cell, he had giant iron cuffs wrapping his wrists and legs, binding him to the floor. He couldn't blame these people, truly, they knew that once he woke up if he were to get out they were all as good as slaughtered.

It was a small stone dungeon, with only a couple of stalls, he occupying one of them. There was a small barred window, along with a wall of iron bars serving as protection from him and the rest of the world. Iron, he hated the stuff, and banned it from his country, it burned him, burned his people. There was a thick, damp smell of blood and rust, a musty smell he could easily recognize as death. He would carve every person in this building up, then burn every building in the village, and he would let the fire spread to their fields and watch as their lives work shrivels up into ash. But for now, He would wait for the perfect time to strike, all he could do was wait really, watch the guard rotation, see which ones were talkative, and which ones were cruel.

Many of the guards would beat him, carve his skin, and watch him bleed, they know of all the gruesome things he has done to so very many people, and supposedly the bastards feel some kind of idiotic vengeance or justice for those people. They would pay in the long run, who exactly do they think they are? he is a king, royalty, the highest of the highest, the strongest too. If he doesn't kill them his people will, they'll see. All the king could do was watch, wait, and plot the splattering of this village.

That was, until you came along.

Little you, in your flowy little skirt that was all torn up, with no shoes and a dirt-covered face. Little you with your oh-so-innocent smile, and your callused hands. Little you with your malnourished body, frail and sickly. Little you, who had no idea who he was. Little you who snuck in when no guard was on duty, a small bowl of soup in your hands, and a cup of water.

“I-im sorry that this is all I have, I know you haven't eaten in a long time I just- I’ll have more tomorrow” you whispered, and he swore he fell in love right then and there, you were too frail, too weak to be giving out food that you surely needed. Yet here you were, shakily handing him the bowl and the cup. He stared at you for a solid second, not even his own mother was this selfless, and you don't even know him. Who were you? You did not seem like aristocracy, too kind, maybe a farmer? Maybe a maid, a servant even.

He hadn't realized how hungry he was, not until the entire bowl and cup were gone, and he was left to stare at you. You were ethereal, dirt-covered and all, your eyes, your hair, your hands, everything, absolutely stunning. You had a look in your eyes. Something hungry and fearful told him that you were not happy, not safe and sound, not as you should be.

“I don't have anything to treat your wound, but- I'm sorry. Nobody should be treated this way, not even prisoners. I'll be back tomorrow, please don't tell the guards that I've done this. They will kill me.” you whispered, cautiously reaching to grab the glassware from his grip, waiting to see if he would snap at you. He didn't, only stared, grunting in response to your plea. You stared back with those sympathetic globes of yours, as if you could see the anger in his soul. Before turning on your heel, and quietly sneaking out of the dungeon room, you gave him one last glance before disappearing.

He was left in the quiet, in the cold, falling head over heels in love with you, a mere human. A peasant at that. Strange. You were too sweet, too kind, you clearly needed the food, clearly were starving and malnourished, yet you still stood here and offered your only food to him, a prisoner of war, you were so sweet. So kind. His people were not like you, they were not soft or sweet, he loved them for it, but you, oh you. You were soft and supple and sweet andso sickeningly kind. He would protect you, he has too.

The next couple of nights went similarly, you sneaking in during the dead hours following midnight with varying foods, sometimes a stale loaf of bread with milk, sometimes some leafy soup and water. He was grateful every time, thankful that he wasn't starving, still burning with absolute rage towards the mere peasants who believed that they could contain him. But you, in the very few days that he had known you, had wormed your way into his heart with your soft hands and pretty smile.

He can just imagine you adorned in stolen jewels and furs, dressed in the finest silk, or better, the clothes of his people. something soft like you, something pretty and supple and shiny and light. Something that reflects you, he would take you out of those rags, clean you up, teach you what luxury truly is. and you wouldnt have to lift a finger. he dreamed about your future everyday that you would visit, asking your favorite color or season or jewel.

That was, until you stopped showing up. No more quiet hours gazing at each other, no more shared food and drink, no more listening to you quietly talk about your life, no more sympathetic glances, no more questions about him from you, no more answers from him. It was like you had disappeared entirely, and back to his old routine of watching and observing the guards had begun once more. He had to admit it kind of hurt, having the only good thing here disappear entirely, he resented this place more, resented you.

He hated you, how could you leave him? You, a servant girl abandoning a king. Funny, hilarious, he sat in a pool of blood and hatred thinking about you, about this town, about the people who put him here, who chained him to the floor and watched him bleed out, this city will burn. And burn and burn and burn and burn and burn, his people would tear it apart until it was nothing but ash and blood-

What tore him out of his internal monologue was a pained scream, but not just anybody, he didn't know anybody in the town, it was yours. With that whispery rasp that you had from overexertion, and that neverending fear that dripped from your tone. He stood up to stare through the small window, only to see you on the ground, surrounded by many people, all bigger and stronger than you, yelling and screaming.

“It's her, the traitor!”

“She has been feeding the enemy, treason, treason I say!”

“She should be beheaded, the traitor.”

You let another scream ring out through the town center as one of the men brought their boot down on your bare foot, he could hear the crunch followed by another scream. The first kick sparked more from other men as they brought their feet down on frail little ou, you slowly reverted into a fetal position, lying in the dirt as they beat you relentlessly. He saw red, crimson blinding him and overflowing all of his senses. How could they? You did nothing, you knew nothing. You were just a sweet, innocent little human who knew no better, who were they to punish you, to beat you so cruelly? You were thin and frail and he could hear each one of your bones cracking and breaking into pieces.

He saw bright ruby red, anger wasn’t the word, absolute rage is a better way to put it.

Red red red red red red red red red

He didn't even realize he had broken from his chains till his legs were moving,

Red

He didn’t even feel the burn of the iron till the bars holding him were bent out of shape and twisted

Red

He didn’t realize they were all dead till his hands were stained with that bright crimson color he loved so much- you guessed it, red

He killed them all, so painfully, knuckles crunching skulls and tearing off limbs, pulling people apart faster than any wolf or bear could even try to. The thrill of freedom mixed with rage and pure anger let him revert to the ways of his homeland, back to the thrilling violence and electrifying feeling of tearing another apart. He enjoyed it, enjoyed tearing them limb from limb and watching them bleed as they had done to him. He cackled as they screamed in terror, relishing in their fear.

You watched deliriously, you had lost too much blood in too short of a time, and you were positive that you had many many broken bones, pain overcame you as you watched the bloodshed in front of you, your vision was blurry and shaking but you could tell that somebody was strong, and enjoying violence. Fear budded in the back of your brain, he was enjoying this, enjoying their pain, he would hurt you just the same, kill you, and relish in it.

You hadn’t known who he was, you swore to the village leaders, swore that you just felt bad for the poor starving man in the dungeons who seemed to gentle and sweet, they hadn’t cared. You were to be burned or drowned or noosed they said. But a death like this, at the hand of a man you had been fooled to be sweet? That was worse. Oh god, oh god oh god oh god oh god oh god you were going to die

Your breath became shallow, both because of what was surely a punctured lung, but also because of the slowly approaching footsteps crunching on the dirt. A small whimper escaped you as the figure towered over you, and your hands came up to shield your face from the blow that was surely to come.

But Instead of a painful ending blow, arms wrapped under you and hoisted you up, you never realized how tall this man was. Naturally, you curled into his warmth and tried not to think about how sticky his hands were with blood. your breath hitched as he squeezed you closer with calloused rough hands. Tears washed down your face, you were quivering, shaking in fear.

“P-please-“ you quivered out. Hand moving up to push him away, your statement had many meanings, to beg for your life, to beg him to put you down, to beg him to leave you and your village alone, to beg him to forgive you. He stared down at you with crimson eyes, a sudden softness overcoming them, more than he thought he could have.

“Don’t you worry baby,

I’ll take good care of ya”

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Cute

Anyway enjoy, I noticed a lack of barbarian bakugo content on here so I figured I would add some fuel to the fire.

Love you all, make sure to have a great day!

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pasteldaze · 10 months

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Yandere Bakugou X Idol Reader - Part 6

A/N: oooooh cliffhangerrrrr

Taglist: @drownedbytears @shadowkitty-me @gettingshiggywithit

#bnha #pasteltalks #bakugouxreader #bakugou x reader #bnha x reader #bnhasmau #bakugou #bnha smau #yandere!bakugou

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mango-bango-bby · 1 year

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Hey mango! 🥭 Could I request a the “Cinderella! Au 🌸” prompt for yan prince!Bakugo and yan!prince Kirishima where they are searching for their princess at the royal ball. They’re immediately in love when they see you wondering around the castle, Eijiro offered the reader to dance with him they nearly trip over their feet while doing so. They’re upset when you have to leave and end up losing your glass slipper behind you while running outta the castle. Both of them see how awful your step mother and step sister treat you and decide to have a “talk” with them, they would immediately recognize you even though your not as glamorous as before but they’re still star struck. -🦦

♡ Glass Slipper ♡

(A/N: I tried to make this gender neutral but I think some parts may be a bit female reader focused, so I’m so sorry about that!! I love fairytales so much, I went a little overboard with this so it’s really really long 😭😭 I hope you enjoy anyways!! 💞💞💗💝)

Content Warning ⚠️: Yandere, Cinderella AU, ooc Katsuki, prince!Kirishima and prince!Bakugou, abusive families, lots of cute fluff, gender neutral reader but reader is wearing heels and a dress

Summary: You catch prince Eijiro and prince Katsukis attention at the ball (Yan!Bakugou x GN!reader x Yan!Kirishima)

Prompt List ➸ ♡

Masterlist ➸ ♡

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Eijiro and Katsuki could not be more bored. They both look over the ballroom from their thrones, seeing if anyone eligible was down there. They invited everyone in the kingdom, waiting to find someone to complete them. However whoever they were expecting was definitely not there. At least not yet.

Katsuki throws his head back frustrated, Eijiro looks over the crowd again. They’ve almost given up at this point. That was before the sound of the ballroom doors open, turning both of their heads towards the of the sound. You freeze up for a moment at all the sudden attention on you, however you guess that’s what happens when you’re late.

You look down, nervous because of how many eyes are on you. Eijiro and Katsuki both look over, they can’t help but stare. You’re absolutely gorgeous. How had they never seen you in the kingdom before? How had they never seen you at previous balls? Katsuki catches a reflection which seems to be from your shoes. You walk down the grand staircase, in amazement at the size of the castle

Eijiro stands up from his throne, walking down onto the ballroom floor. The people stop their conversation at the sight of the prince on the dance floor, they part a path for him. They anxiously wait to see who he’s approaching, they whisper as he walks past. Eijiro stops in front of you, smiling a bit as you don’t even realize he’s in front of you. You’re too busy looking around the castle, starry eyed.

You almost jump, turning around to see Eijiro right in front of you. “May I have this dance?” He asks, holding out his gloved hand to you. You stand frozen for a moment. “I- um- yes” you nod slightly, taking his hand in yours. Eijiro leads you to the middle of the dance floor, the music slowly beginning to swell back up again. You swallow as he begins to sway you, looking down at your dress and shoes, trying to keep yourself stable.

Eijiro chuckles a bit at how you trip over your feet a bit, trying to play it off. “I-I’m sorry, I haven’t really danced before” you mumble, laughing a little bit as you’re embarrassed. “Really? Someone as beautiful as you has never danced with anyone before?” He asks, twirling you around. You look away flustered at his words. The crowd mumbles even more when Katsuki gets up from his throne, walking down to the floor.

Katsuki was known for not giving anyone attention he didn’t deem worthy of it. Eijiro looks up, twirling you around to pass you over to Katsuki. You squeal a bit, landing directly into the blonde princes arms. He begins continuing the dance with you. Eijiro now’s stands on the side lines and watches.

“How come we’ve never seen you before?” Katsuki asks, his voice rough but his words are sincere. You stumble over your feet again, Katsuki easily catches you by the waist. “I don’t exactly get out much” You say soft, Katsuki grunting a bit at your words. He looks up at Eijiro who simply watches you spin, the way your face reflects the candle light.

Katsuki spins you around, you ending up back in Eijiros arms. It’s a while of this, them dancing with you asking random questions. They want you to be theirs. They can see it on the crowds faces, multiple men want to ask you to dance but they don’t, fearing the princes. They want you to themselves.

You completely lost track of time, the chiming of the clock immediately sending your gaze to the clock. You gasp a bit, bunching up your dress so you can make a quick escape. “I’m so sorry” you say softly, both princes confused and starting to follow you. “I’m s-so sorry, I have to leave” you say apologetically, quickly running up the stairs and out the door to the ballroom.

Katsuki and Eijiro chase after you, although they aren’t able to catch up to you. You run out the castle, down the stairs leading to the castle. “Ah!” You exclaim, almost tripping down the stairs but managing to catch yourself. Although you’re able to catch yourself you leave one of your shoes behind. A glass slipper, slightly heeled.

You hop into your carriage, waving out the window as you leave. “Thank you so much, that was the best night of my life!” you apologetically wave at Eijiro and Katsuki, feeling bad for leaving them like this. All you left behind for them was your glass slipper.

They have to find you.

♡ ♡ ♡

Eijiro and Katsuki approach the last home. They searched the entire kingdom for you and they yet to find you. However they weren’t going to give up, if they didn’t find you here, they wouldn’t stop searching for you. They would search the whole world to find the beautiful stranger who appeared at the ball.

The ride up to the home on their horses. It was the final home. A small cottage on the outskirts of the kingdom, vines growing up the side of the home and a well kept garden in the front. Katsuki is the first one to hop off his horse, the guards following him as he approaches the door.

An older woman eagerly opens the door, having heard from others that the princes were searching for the mysterious person who caught their attention. She was hoping her two daughters would catch the attention of the princes. The two daughters would be your step sisters, your step mother had instructed you to stay up in the attic when they both came here.

You look out the window from the attic, looking over the guards on their white horses. Eijro gets off his horse, looking up at the window that you look out of. You quickly duck to avoid his gaze, scared of what your stepmother would do if she knew you had accidentally made eye contact with the prince. Eijiro luckily was able to catch that glimpse of you, not being able to see your face but knowing someone was in the attic.

“Girls!” Your stepmother calls out, your stepsisters quickly entering the room and bowing. Eijiro enters, standing next to Katsuki. They both immediately recognize the women in front of them. They particularly remember them because of how extravagant and gaudy their dresses were. They remember how both of your stepsisters tried desperately to catch their attention.

Katsuki looks your stepsisters up and down. He stays silent, walking through the cottage to see if there was anyone else. If you’re not here then they’ll have to go try to find you in another kingdom. Eijiro walks away from your stepsisters, ignoring the offended looks on their faces.

Eijiro looks up the wooden staircase. “Is there anyone else living here?” Katsuki asks, seeing the cleaning supplies left on the floor. The cleaning supplies covered in dirt and soot despite the fact that your stepmother and your stepsisters were perfectly clean. “No, it’s just us” Your stepsister calls out, Eijiro beginning to climb the stairs.

“Your majesty, I wouldn’t go up there!” Your stepmother calls out, trying to chase after him to stop him. Katsuki snaps his fingers causing the guards to quickly grab her to let him go up the stairs. Katsuki follows Eijiro up the stairs, they eventually come to a rickety wooden door.

You quickly try to fix your hair as if despite the fact you know you look like a servant. You weren’t glamorous like you were at the ball, you were a servant for your step family. Doing everything for them that they demanded, being denied food and the attic if you didn’t do your chores. The door opens, you being face to face with the princes once again.

You bow out of respect, looking at the floor once you come back up. Eijiro and Katsuki can only stare, you’re still absolutely stunning. You could leave so many starstruck by simply looking at them. They just can’t believe you’re clearly living in such horrible conditions. That your family treats you this way. Your clothes are tattered and dirty, your hair is matted, the attic is clearly your room despite now beat up it is.

While they’re relived to see you, they’re fuming at how your family is clearly treating you. You didn’t deserve that, they’ll treat you amazingly. They need to show you how you should be treated. Katsuki brings out the glass slipper, holding it out to you.

“I believe that belongs to you” Eijiro smiles.

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Thank you for reading, darling!!

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allbimyself65 · 1 year

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Yandere Naga Bakugou x reader

This one's kinda all over the place and the ends abrupt but I still hope you enjoy first time writing smut so enjoy!

Yandere Naga Bakugou x reader

Warnings: Yandere, rape/noncon, overall bakugou’s an ass

Word Count:1790

When you were a little old you decided it would be a good idea to go camping in the woods alone after seeing some influencer do it you were definitely wrong. First of all you didn’t even like the woods of nature for that matter. So why you decided to do this was a mystery.

You’re already not having a great time so imagine your horror when you see the 8ft tall monster that is naga bakugou. On top of it he’s severely pissed of at some dumb human messing up his terratory. As a pension he was originally going to kill you,but after seeing how cute you are he decided to integrate a little further to see if you’re suited for a certain role he has open.

“What are you doing here you dumbass human?” he shouts more aggressively than ever needed.

You’re shaking like a leaf and he’s only said a sentence at this point god had abandoned ship there’s nobody to help you. The only thing keeping you together is that you’re hoping you can string two and two brain cells together to make a coherent sentence and convince him not to souffle you.

“I-I’m just wanted to go camping but, uh-well-um it’s not really suited for me. I'm not exactly great at this whole um nature and defense thing so I’ll leave and never come back if you just let me go.” Your fumbling over your words at this point wondering how you’re still breathing after that stupid comment about you being defensless and how idiotic you must be to admit that to something that clearly already considers you an appetizer.

Bakugou was already sold on you after you admitted how you couldn’t really defend yourself, he knew almost nothing about humans but that didn't matter they were close enough in species. He thought the batting of your eyelashes and the quiver of your pouting lips made you look absolutely adorable to him. Perfect as a mate for him to care for and breed. So he didn’t want you fighting on the way home or knowing how to get out of the forest in case you somehow got the fucking smart idea to try and escape him. So he lunged at you and bit you with a small amount of venom to knock you out.

When you woke up you were traumatized to say the least. Waking up in a bed made of flowers in a weird cave. You looked around and recognized the snake man from yesterday. Your brain jumped and latched onto the thought that he was going to eat you so you slid off the bed very carefully and went towards the light and what you assumed was the entrance towards the cave. Of course as soon as you put your feet on the ground with a light thump, Bakugou heard and immediately woke up from his nap on the rocks he was sunbathing in. Slowly slithering and standing up with a drowsy look on his face he went up towards you and mumbled

“Going to get food, dumbass , try and escape I’ll hunt you down and drag you back myself so sit down in the nest and if you move your ass if mine got it?” he said getting angrier at the thought of you leaving the nest. While he said this he was gently picking you up and putting you back in the heaps of picture perfect hand woven flower bla=nkets and you now understood why celebrities sometimes had their pillows filled with flower petals.

“Y-yes I’ll stay put” With that threat blazing in your mind you decided it wouldn’t be a bad idea to go back to sleep in the bed or nest as he called it. Laying down and cocooning into the blankets you slowly drifted off to sleep. At least this time you thought it was willingly and not forced.

Bakugou returned with the food and looked at your sleeping form and was very smug to say the least. Looking at your tiny cuddling and being so submissive to his demands made his pride spike higher than he would’ve liked to admit.

“Hey human wake up I brought food” with the little knowledge he had of humans he understood they could eat fruit so he brought them some and pushed it towards you. Rating most of your meal in silence even though you had a million questions in your mind you choose one of the simplest ones and blurted out.

“What's your name?” he swiveled from where he was eating and looked at you and shouted

“Bakugou katsuki dumbass now don’t go fucking forgettin’ it you hear me” you nodded quickly

“I’m Y/N L/N” you replied quickly eager to get answers from you other questions

“So why am I here and when are you letting me go?” you spoke this time with a little more need and want in your voice from the desperation of not knowing the answers to this question.

Bakugou let out a sigh before saying,

“You’re here because you’re my mate and that’s non-negotiable. You don’t get a choice if you're too small and too weak to fight off anything yourself so that means I have to take care of you.” Mentally slapping yourself for those comments earlier you felt rage boil in your bones for the audacity to take you because he didn’t think you weren't capable enough and made you seeth.

“Now listen here you weird ass snake I’m perfectly capable of taking care of myself and don’t forget now thank you for the meal I’m leaving go find another mate.” you said more confidently than you’ve ever been in any of your past talks.

“NO you’re staying” he said yelling at impossible loudness.

“Yes I am” you said fully confident with that tone you reminded yourself of your parents scolding you pride surged within you from the confidence and you began walking away what you didn’t expect was to be yanked on over next to bakugou by his tail and into his arms.

“You’re staying my little mate and I don’t care what you think about it, you're mine” he said scathingly now, getting angered at your defiance and wishing for your previous submission. What you did next was unthinkable, and undoubtably stupid. You slapped him. Big mistake.

“Little mate you realize now how big of shit you’re in as punishment for you being a brat I’m going to fuck the living day lights out of you.” he said while picking you up and throwing you on the nest.

“Wait! No, no, no please! No!,” you spoke voice became panicked as he began to strip you”I’m sorry, I’m sorry, I’m so sorry please stop!” you were blubbering out now as he got impatient and ripped off your clothes. Then in silence you saw his cock. Big, thick, and long you panicked you couldn’t imagine that fitting inside you. Hell you didn’t want it inside you in the first place. Bakugou took two of his fingers lined up against your puffy pussy while saying “Going to make you regret that my little brat, gonna fuck you till you can’t walk.” He pushed his fingers in making them in a scissoring motion before putting in a third then started pumping in and out his long fingers hitting things you’re stubby ones could never. You couldn’t help it, you were moaning like a bitch in heat, everything felt too hot, and it was all too soon. Deciding he was pleased with how he stretched you he lined up with a long veiny cock and pushed in the tip making a scream erupt from you. He ignored you begging to stop and pushed in further until finally he bottomed out on you. MAking you feel like you were stuffed and to be honest you were stuffed full of bakugou;s cock. He pulled out and then pushed back in slowly as if doing a test drive. He smirked at your form. He muttered.

“Going to make you my best breeding bitch, a proper little whore for her mate” he said with a glint of excitement in his eyes as he watched you squirm at the embarrassing words and you absolutely needed him. The self restraint you had gone and none you needed bakugou dick inside you everything feeling empty and hot but not hot enough.Bakugou being the observant man he is takes advantage of this pushing in quickly hitting a sweet spot and making you moan and obscurely lude moan. He pulled all the way out.

“C’mon my little slut begged for me to fill my fat cock in your tight little pussy.” he said arousal clear in his every being.

“P-please I need your fat cock please! Fill me, make me yours, I'm yours, your mate just please fill me!” you begged with every word more shame filled your body as the embarrassment would be too much later. At this point though you didn’t care, want and need overtook pride at this point. Seemingly satisfied with your answer he slammed into you staring at a brutal pace. You couldn’t see anything but stars and white. Everything falling out of your mouth was incoherent and not even you knew what you were trying to say with moans falling out of your mouth as bakugou ridiculously huge cock made you feel like a drunk whore. He was also having a god time milking you pussy for every drop it had while saying things at this point turned you on even more like “Fuck yeah bay come one let that tight pussy squeeze aroudn my dick” He would occasionalyl slap you to have him quench around you more that or he was reminding you why you got this punishment in the first pplace. With yours and his orgasm approaching faster than a bullet train you moaned out.

“Bakugou please let me cum need it! Need i so bad!Please let me cum!” happy with your begging and groveling he replied “Go on baby cum around my dick.” which you happily complied with screaming while you did so. Bakugou came after with a groan shooting thick hot ropes of come that painted you quenching pussy walls. He was still fucking you while your orgasm happened and you couldn’t feel anything except white hot pleasure. This went on for two more rounds before bakugou eventually became tired. He looked down truly taking in your fucked out face and knew how truly helpless you were. Well it’s a good thing you had bakugou as a mate now wasn’t it.

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