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he decides if you're invited

wc: 4,580

pairing: bakugou x gn!reader

warnings: essentially, healthy gooning (://). internal monologue, rimming, hand jobs, cum eating, public sex, cock rings (glans ring), corruption kink, nipple play and piercings, hair pulling, sex tapes, spit kink and as lube, dirty talk, kissing, pet names, face slapping (love taps), mentioned face fucking, multiple orgasms (for bakugou). mentioned: pet play (collars), size kink, sex workers, that's it?

summary: He didn’t allow direct videos, but there’s a same general look among all those who experience him; a dazed look. Something close to experiencing the touch of a god, a shift into having a few too many happy hormones. No one can explain the specific high, it’s just something that needs to be experienced.

. . .you want to experience him. . .

or;; i think bkg deserves to get rimmed for his bday. (link to ao3)

Her cheeks are flushed, you can tell this from the low light reaching her from the dark alley she had ducked into. It’s a streetlight. It’s dark out after all, the time that most dirty deeds are done under the cover of the deep night. And the deeds she’s accused of, or really brags on, are substantial.

But back to her cheeks. They’re flushed, ruddy, and she struggles with her phone because she seems restricted to her one hand. Her toothy grin shines and she walks closer to the end of the alley, and then you see it.

The hand she doesn’t use to stabilize her phone or fix her askew clothes, it’s illuminated and covered in. . .

You’re jealous, and you hate feeling like this. Jealousy is the kind of feeling that haunts you around every corner, as present as your shadow, a double of you with ill-intent. You can always sense it lingering behind you like a bad smell.

It’s worse because it’s a dumb thing to be jealous over, but all the same, that green-eyed monster lingers over your shoulder.

This all over a goddamn subreddit.

Your ears ring when user Dynam1tesCumS0ck squeals, showing the thick, white fluid covering her hand. She focuses on it a second before moving back to her face.

“I fucking got him–” there’s another squeal, accompanied by her jumping up and down. It’s a little concerning. . .

You get it.

Lipstick smeared on her mouth and chin and nose, she brings her hand closer to her face, looking at her hand like she can’t believe what she’s done. What a lucky bitch.

“Taste test,” user Dynam1tesCumS0ck says, opening her smiling mouth wide and sticking her finger in. she doesn’t even taste before she starts moaning like a pornstar, shoving her fingers so far back it must hurt. You see her throat spasm when she adds another, and then another. Three fingers in, she drools, eyes fluttering all the while. Popping them from her mouth, she swallows before looking at the tiny camera, near tears, “it’s so freaking good, oh my gosh. . . oh my gosh! Oh! My! Gosh–guys–!”

You already know what she’s going to say before she does, and your lips pinch in envy.

With blown pupils and cum on her chin, she grins stupidly; “I just got BakuBombed!”

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In the new age of the internet, there’s something for everyone.

Everyone. . . Take this how you will.

You were born in the right generation to say the least.

After three of the greatest minds combined to make a platform that you thank the very stars for daily.

Reddit.

Insane, yeah, maybe, but the spaces you’re allowed into though the infamous platform have you on your knees daily, scrolling until your time limit pops up. . . and then after when you override the thing with your passcode.

Look, you can stop yourself from falling down the scroll of doom. . . mostly.

In any case, it’s not everything on Reddit that keeps your attention, it’s the Pro Heros and their numerous fanbases.

It’s nothing new to have fandoms around figures that seem a little untouchable, you’re in several after all, following the sub dedicated to detailing Deku’s broken bone count of the week to the subreddit of Red Riot’s hair growing out and when he finally refreshes his signature crimson mane. It’s fun! Lots of it in fact!

So are the NSFW ones. The ones you get carded to join that hold so much filth you think about finally getting a VPN.

You don’t. And you don’t leave either. It’s exactly what you came for.

Back to the topic at hand; you were born to benefit. With your late birth year, you easily get into these spaces.

You’re groupies, you can call it how it is. You all vye for these heroes to choose you and fuck you stupid, gaining bragging rights after the deed is done and posting it for all to see.

Currently, you’re scrolling Red Riot’s sub, biting your lip at the descriptions in the title fields of the posts there. There’s plenty to choose from. Your eyes light up on a familiar username, and you tap.

Red Riot is more into the produced side of his fanbase. The pretty, usually chubby, fangirls who try to stuff themselves with dicks as long and thick as their arms. Red rewards them for it, acting out ridiculously detailed scenarios. There’s a lucky few that not only get to bang him, but profit from it handsomely. It might not say his name in particular, but there’s little you can do to hide those bite marks and stature and grunts a little too much like the ones from his push day vlogs.

But you enjoy her videos in particular, even the cringy titles of them.

This time it’s. . . well, Best Friends Sister Bets It Won’t Fit. (You and half the sub are convinced Red Riot comes up with these titles. . . he’s so cute.)

It usually doesn’t, to be fair. But with this camgirl in particular–she makes it. Almost every time. Everyone wonders where she puts it, her belly doesn’t give much away with the fluffy nature of it, so it’s up in the air.

But, jeez, is it nice seeing Red’s eyes roll back when he’s deep in her chubby cunt. That satisfaction and his tendency to barely pull out for his thrusts must make for the most overwhelming fuck ever. Deep in you, stretching you, not to mention when he picks you up and does the word himself. . . Gods. . .

You could only imagine.

Swiping off is a tough thing, but you do it, scrolling your feed before encountering another one of your faves: Deku.

Deku is a sweetheart in the streets and one in the sheets!

But he’s rough.

Your breath hitches when you see his scarred hand slapping the pretty boy’s ass he has propped up on his knees. Again after when he smacks his twitching sac lightly, chucking between the love taps as the other heaves great gasps and sighs.

Deku, for as sweet as he is, is closer to a meanie when it comes to his actions. There isn’t a video you can think of, produced or homemade, where he isn’t being on the rougher side, giving or receiving. Slapping reddened asses and thighs, pinching nipples, biting, scratching, clasping deep bruises on previously clear skin, biting, you name it, he wants it done.

There also aren’t any that exist without him being all bright smiles and breathy laughs. He likes fun, loves it really. He’ll be there, ticking the sides of the person he’s balls deep in and laughing right with them, filthy words of them tightening around him mixed with their cute giggles and snorts. He tell them they’re adorable, smiles and coos at them when they get shy, and lands more love taps on them before fucking them both into a stupor.

Even now, after the scene cuts, there’s Deku lying on his back with the boy riding him though overstim, grinning and giggling all the while. The hero pulls him close, whispers, and is rewarded by fingers slapping against his freckled cheek.

He goads him, on and on until his skin is red and his eyes are glassy, only then does he fuck up into the man above him, grunting between his breathless laughs. Scarred fingers tickle up sides and Deku encourages him into a fit of his own, pinning his hips down when he cums and filling him up with filthy words and a breathy chuckle.

That Deku is. . . he is something. . . that you might want. . .

A swipe up lands you where you want to be. . .

The Dynamight sub.

You want him infinitely more.

Look, the guy is fucking steaming hot, and consistently the most reclusive of any of his peers.

Hell, there was more content from Hero Shoto than there is from Dynamight. But then again, Shoto is particular about his fanbase, they’re bound to flock together, all the members are some sort of. . . pet. . .

Yeah, Shoto has thousands of cute things that dub themselves as some kind of pet. Shocker, but seeing the hordes of people that flock to his signings and appearances with identical, thin black collars. . . you admit you get it. That hand petting your head as he grabs your jaw must feel–

Look, you can't knock it since you haven’t yet tried it, but you’re not sure if you’d file under the ‘woodland creatures’ flair or the ‘housepets’.

You don’t think you’re in the right headspace to find out something new about yourself. . .

Back to Dynamight.

The sub was barren at the beginning. There were a lot of the same people in most of the videos that showed up. Not that it was a problem, you just wished then that he were a bit more accessible.

He didn’t allow direct videos, but there’s a same general look among all those who experience him; a dazed look. Something close to experiencing the touch of a god, a shift into having a few too many happy hormones. No one can explain the specific high, it’s just something that needs to be experienced.

. . .you want to experience him. . .

Up until only a few months ago, there was more fan content than actual interaction, but that changed when one of the mods had the chance to speak with Dynamight after her session. Dynamite is just picky and few people meet his standards.

Which started the new guidelines. Just minor things that had to be followed to be the one to get BakuBombed.

One being a fairly recent and clean panel, the second being a giver. . . specifically of rimjobs.

The numbers went up after the emergence of what the Hero wanted, leading to more and more posts being made in the sub, all from dazed folks who can’t get a grip on reality after leaving with messy hands and faces and sore jaws. Which is good, and bad.

Yeah, it’s that jealousy thing again. . .

You have no problem fitting both for criteria. It’s the goddamn timing that gets you.

Dynamight is fast, taking care of incidents and situations like it’s nothing. It takes a special person to get his attention, to keep it, and to be BakuBombed because he only points at a person and walks away to a secluded place. There’s really no other negotiation, he chooses; you can’t just come up to him with hopes.

You’re waiting. . . so–patiently.

You read the most recent post by a guy who has been repeatedly BakuBombed, a major success story, something he brags on often.

What-the fuck-ever.

He's posted a link to dental dams, telling everyone that while Dynamight doesn’t mind them, he doesn’t often carry them. Stash up while they’re on sale, he types, the spearmint is his favorite, he likes the tingle and it’s pretty nice to kiss with (if he lets you ;)) after you’re all done. . .

What a dick. You hate him. . .

It’s the. . . the satin dams right?

. . .you boy a box. You don’t need them but, just in case.

You’ll probably use them on someone else for fun before him though, you rarely see him.

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In a fucked turn of events, you see Dynamight in the week, new foils heavy in your bag.

It’s an old, abandoned building that was evacuated from some comotion earlier, some robbers trying to snatch up precious metal piping and what not. You were surprised to hear it was so close to your favorite cafe you do work at. Even more when you saw updates on the Where's Dynamight? twitter page. He was coming near that very building. You could have a chance.

Not likely. . . but you still go, earnest wish in your heart.

And–holy fuck–you don’t know if there’s a look about you or what, but he points at you and curls his finger twice, eyes squinty as he picks you from the other’s gathered around like groupies to be picked. . . hopefully that’s why he knew you were one of those depraved onlookers and not something else. . . like smell, or look.

Oh, God, do you have a look?

They all sigh at this, some congratulating you before scattering before you trot to him gingerly. It’s embarrassing, a Hero nearby gives you a thumbs up, smacking his gum loudly with a grin.

Ascending a few flights, you stop at an old office, dimly lit. After showing him your clean bill of health and him flashing his, you find your hands shaking on his thighs as he leans against the old desk inside the abandoned room.

“You awake?”

“Y-yeah, I’m–uh,” you press kisses to his thighs to shut the fuck up.

What do you say to the guy you’ve been fantasizing about for months? I’ve been casually preparing for this? Watching videos, doing fucking tongue exercises so I won’t be subpar for you, oh Great Explostion Murder God Dynamight?

Right, you can’t! So kissing his pretty, freckled, hairy, thick thighs is the next best option. And it’s pretty satisfying.

Your eyes cross, focusing on the bead of sweat that runs down his lower back, redirecting to his crack until it disappears there. Dynamite’s head leans back and he sighs, like he’s taking a second for the first time today to relax.

You feel honored.

“Need protection?” He sounds a bit less edgy. You shake your head, moving your kisses to where his ass hangs over his thighs, creating a sweet shadow that you follow carefully. You can feel your head swimming, surrounded by his heat and sweet smell, the texture of his wispy hairs under your lips as you worship him kindly. Your nose draws lines, and you sniff him lightly to ingrain him in your mind.

Your hands lift to his cheeks, and you dig your fingers in, kissing and nipping them gently, biting only when he presses into your teeth, eliciting a breathy sigh. “C’mon, put that mouth to use,” you feel his eyes before you meet them, bright red in the sunlight, surrounded by eyeblack and blonde lashes. “You know what I want, right? You’re not dumb?”

You hum into his skin, and he squints his eyes at you, before his top lip curls. “Then get to it, sweetheart.”

You take a second, leaning away with flushed lips before moving your hands. He looks over his shoulder at you, watching you as you reposition your hands and pull him apart. He’s clean. For all the ashen hair on his legs and lower back, he leaves himself a clean slate for one to devour.

You sigh at this, pressing your lips on the inside of his leg, humming when he spreads wider and leans his ass back more for you. It uncovers new skin, unmarked by your lips and teeth, skin you mark in nips that flush lightly to a high red. One of your hands leaves his cheek, and you reach between his legs, grasping his length gently. The answer is a rumble of content, and with it, you tug down, fingers gripping loosely.

You gasp getting to the tip of his length, pulling back to see with your own eyes. He chuckles, something dark, not light and airy like Deku’s, widening his stance despite his cargos around his ankles. “Like it?” he questions, smirk on his pretty face.

You lean away, pulling his heavy cock through his legs to see what your fingers catch on, to meet gold.

A gold ring.

A gold glans ring, tight around the head of his cock.

It ends up matching the two side teeth of his he had plated in the metal, points down where you see it, pointing to his leaky head like an invitation.

You don’t take it, but admire it for what it is.

A fucking work of art.

You kiss it, licking your lips and smiling at his pleased rumble. “That’s good, finally gettin’ somewhere,” his pink tongue comes out to wet his mouth, and you follow it with your eyes, kneeling reverently. “Pretty, huh?” he grins at your quick nods, “yeah, you freaks fuckin’ like that shit.”

You rub your fingers over his head, spreading the wet before trailing it up to his heavy sac, massaging his balls before letting your hand fall again to its firm circle. “Fuck,” his head tilts forward before he turns back to your stoop, “lemme see that tongue,” you open your mouth obediently, sticking your wet muscle out when he says, wiggling it when he says. Dynamight shifts and you see his hand pull his cheek apart for you to see his pulsing, dusky rosebud. “‘S time t’put it to work, princess.”

You do as he says.

The spit on your tongue has since gotten a little cold, and when you press it on his taint, you hear his hiss. He doesn’t reprimand you though, no, he bears down, choosing to have your mouth warm him instead. You open wider, chin already messy while your hand works down his shaft. Your fingers pass over a throbbing vein, and you trace it while lapping at his rim.

He’s velvety, his dick and hole both soft to the touch of your tongue and hand. He tastes clean, hints of salty-sweet sweat exploding on your tongue every so often, making you moan into him. Each one elicits a shudder and growl from Dynamight, both attractive and delusionally, you decide only for you.

“‘S always the sweet faced ones that fuckin’ love this,” he grunts, leaning forward before finishing, “‘M not complainin’. ”

The tip of your tongue dips in, and you pull it out before dipping again, shifting on your knees over how his hole winks over your little muscle. You let it fall in again before you lap him up from the ridiculous amount of slobber you leave.

You coo looking at it, leaving little kitten licks that your mouth slowly closes around. Dynamight’s hips buck back, and you hear him snarl, saying “dirty fuckin’ thing, gonna give it a kiss too?”

You prod your tongue past his rim, pulling away to lick a long stripe from his taint and up, tasting sweat and his clean skin. “You want one?” you ask, breathless and floaty feeling, flicking your tongue quickly over his furled hole. Each of these is met with a curse, his fingers digging into your scalp burning so sweetly.

“The fuck you think?” That's a yes.

You give in; kisses pressed into his bud as he groans open mouthed and loud. They’re quick at first since you pull back to see how he reacts to them, thudding under your lips and eyes for more and more until you suck lightly. Dynamight gasps at this, looking back in surprise at your surely dopey face.

You go back for more.

His thighs tremble a second around your head, and he tenses them, choking back sounds as he reaches back and palms your head. “Tongue out, princess,” his hand is massive and works well in making you tilt your head this way and that, but after a minute, he keeps you still. Dynamite hisses for you to keep your tongue out and still, rocking his hips back and forth over your face to chase his pleasure, from his hole to taint. You let him, fingernails digging little scratches over his hip with your hand holding his cock a steady force like your head, allowing his length to pass through, slippery and hot.

“Who woulda knew such a pretty thing would stick out their tongue to be used,” you can’t see him, but you hear his smirk. “Cute little dollface gettin’ ruined–stick it out more–there we go. Do it right for me, I’ll treat you nice.”

Once, your fingers tighten around his head, tugging gently on his golden ring and he groans, a little high and reedy, trembling forward and pulling you with him. You dig your nails under, keeping hold of the metal and twist it carefully.

Holy hell if this isn’t the hottest thing.

“You little fuckin’ minx–fuck,” pride swells in your chest to be the one making Dynamight curse and shake. You feel his balls at your chin, and you force your hand up so they rest against the back of it, leaving your chin to massage at them as you work your tongue into his pretty hole. “Yeah, that’s right, lemme feel that little tongue.” You keen into him, forcing your tongue deeper, wiggling it when you feel him open a little for more. He shudders, teeth catching his grunts as your hand leaves its loose circle around his dick to massage at his sac.

Releasing his hip, you let your hand down to tug at the little ring on his cock, feeling how Dynamight throbs around it. It restrains him–barely.

He’s so close.

You’re so close to getting BakuBombed. You purr happily, cheeks bunching as you lap from his balls to taint to hole, delving back in when he opens prettily for you.

His knees lock, and it’s a trial by fire to stay where he wants you, but his hand comes to help. Your neck aches, your knees and hips, but feeling the rhythmic flutters of Dynamight, hearing the growls and labored breaths of your favorite Pro, it makes it worth it.

The head of Dynamight’s cock leaks sluggishly into your palm, and you pout a little, not getting half the load other’s on the sub brag, but content nonetheless. You pull back, hands still while you layer him in more kisses. He gasps above you, hand gone and you see the other that once supported him under his shirt, pinching at his nipple.

He extracts his hand, leaning forward to his elbows to recenter himself. It’s quiet, only the creaking building making sounds as you both revel in the moment.

It’s sooner though that he asks you to rise, heavily pushing you to stand on your feet when you try to lean off of them. The pins and needles hurt, but you stay still, clean hand centered on the desk like his before.

They go away soon, and when they do, Dynamight forces you in front of him, pulling at your bottoms and underwear until your skin is exposed. After, he has you sitting on the edge, “where’s your phone?” he asks, moving your legs around his hips as he curls close to you.

“What-what’s happening?” you ask, unlocking your phone and handing it off when he holds his gloved hand out.

“Gunna fuck you,” Dynamight’s red eyes flash to you, and you cover your mouth with your lough gasp. “Problem?”

You shake your head, negatives leaving your lips as you feel the pit in your stomach grow, aching now for him. “But, why? You’ve never–”

“Yah, I know,” he rips a glove off with his teeth, spitting on his newly bared fingers and rubbing them over his wet head, leaving it a frothy mess. “I don’t normally fuck, but I gotta let off this steam.” He notches his dick at your hole, and your feet flex at the slip. “Gunna let me?”

“Yeah–yes Dynamight–”

“Call me Bakugou,” he winks, sliding in more, “you earned it, dollface.” he smirks at your wide eyes, chucking your chin before leaning forward, aiming the camera at your faces. “Did I taste good?” His hand grips your jaw lightly, eyes jumping from your mouth to eyes.

You whimper a little, lips puckered as you nod and tell him, yes, yes so good. In short, you’re not expecting when he grins and laughs softly, tilting his head and whispering, “gimme a kiss, baby, lemme taste.”

You whine into his mouth, leaning in to hold his sides as he tilts your head this way and that, licking your tongue and sucking on it with easy precision. Your head grows fuzzy, chest tight with sounds you restrain to hear his low noises and wet pulls.

And with that, he breaches you in full.

You feel every inch of him pass, pressing in. From the slick head, to the sleek metal, to the rest of his velvety length, you know your eyes cross and stay that way as his balls end up snug against you. Your feet end up at his hips, keeping him as close as possible. The way he fills you is sinful, has your breath hitching.

He pulls back, leaving you to plant your hands behind you on the desk. “This fuckin’ hole man,” Bakugou growls, “good as your little tongue.” You feel when he pans the camera to your face, feel his feral grin and hear his grunted laugh. “Show it off, baby, show those pervs what got you this dick.”

You feel dumb, sticking out your tongue and wiggling it again as he says. “There it is,” he comments, laying two gloved fingers over it and groaning when you curl them around his digits. “This is what the good ones get for being perfect f’me,” he smacks his hips into yours, making you moan and slide up the desk.

“Oh fuck, Bakugou–” you slur, hands scrabbling for purchase.

When Bakugou grabs you by the jaw and spits on your tongue, you do as he says, waiting before you swallow. Because he films it, has you stick your tongue back in, turns the flash on, and continues filming the frothy white, bubbly mess in your mouth.

“Now swallow–good job, dollface,” he slaps your cheek lightly, grinning with you as your eyes glass over and you pant open-mouthed. “One day ‘m gonna fuck this pretty face again, gunna let me?”

“Yeah, ‘m gonna let you.”

“Fuck yeah you will,” he pounds into you, getting closer to his end. He hands you your slightly wet phone, letting you point it between your bodies as he fucks you harder. One hand wrapped around your hip and the other working under his shirt again, tugging at the bars though his nipples. You want them in your mouth, between your teeth. A moan leaves his bitten red mouth and you keen right after, fucking back into him the few inches you can spare.

“Oh shit,” he grins, fingers rubbing his reddened nipple, “you fuckin’ back, baby? Gunna make me keep you t’myself.”

. . .oh you’re not going to survive this.

How he was still able to keep going after his first, you’ve no close, but you thank your lucky stars in cepheid variable order.

“Come with me, sweetheart.”

“M’kay,” you whisper, feeling the heat rise in you before plummeting to the ground. Your feet kick, curling around him as your hole spasms over him. You feel him, deep in you, jerking around your walls, and feel the fluffy fullness of his cum.

You’re getting BakuBombed. What a feeling.

You think you’re in love.

˗ˏˋ ★ ˎˊ˗

Bakugou is sweet as hell despite his blunt nature. He drops off at your place when you realize your legs aren't working so well.

What a guy.

And now, you squirm, feeling his cum leak from your hole, and it reminds you of something you have to do.

Clicking into reddit, you hit your favorite sub, smirking while you change your flair to ‘BakuBombed’.

It’s unofficial for now, but your proof is damning, the mods will have no choice but to approve.

Now to edit said proof.

Not everything needs to be out there; plus there’s tons of stills you need.

And if you get a message later from a throwaway, asking when you’re next free, it’s literally only your business.

#OKAY EVERYONE CALM DOWN IT'S HAPPENING #why didnt i know abt this :(#gen

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