Word Count: No idea, typing this at 2:30 AM from the mobile app haha
Request: Nope!
Warnings: Mild Smut, Angst, TW: Alcohol
Summary: Your a pro hero who’s been working her ass off to be in the top picks. To maintain that, you train at a Hero’s Only Training Ground to hone your Quirk alongside mentor Aizawa who’s bees helping you ever since you graduated high and college, but you’ve become a bit distracted by the most unlikely person to your friends… and of course, you drunk text him.
A/N: Heyo! I haven’t written a fic in a LONG time, so bear with me, please. I got this idea from a tiktok on Instagram based off of a line in Melanie Harlow’s book “Make Me Yours”. I haven’t proofread this yet, I’ll do that in the morning, and I think I may make a part two!
Being a pro hero was hard as it is, but you knew that Training Day was only getting harder and harder.
Not because you were struggling with your quirk, no not at all. In fact, Aizawa has made it clear that you were hitting a plateau and needed to consider making your training sessions a bit more challenging to try and push yourself out of the spot you were in. And even though you agreed with him, and understood what needed to be done, you also knew that meant you’d have to rotate from your training area which… would break your line of sight of him.
At first, you only noticed him when he became loud and obnoxious. Really leaning into the explosive behavior like he even needed to reassure anyone of who he was or what his hero name stood for. The area he was working on was a bit ahead of yours and to the side. You had a clear view of him, but he’d have to be turning around to even see you, which made this spot all the more irreplaceable. Your eyes could drift and wander to places they shouldn’t be and… no one was the wiser. You had memorized your training routine perfectly, throwing one punch after the other at the punching bag without even having to watch to see if they connected properly. This way, your eyes could be watching his training instead.
You admired how he put his all into every session he committed to. He didn’t work his way towards stronger hits over time or slowly try to progress through new maneuvers and feats, he just.. went for it. Bursting forward with all the momentum he could muster, his voice deep and full of determination as he shouted out his anguish while ascending on his target. Blow after blow causing explosive reactions that sent the sweet smell of caramel wafting throughout the training ground with hazes of black smoke in its wake. You hated how distracting that smell was at first but you’ve come to love it now. Yearn for it. The smell hits all strong you could almost taste it, and at its most palpable, it sent your head swirling with thinking of all the ways you wanted to get closer to him.
How much longer were you going to be able to keep this training rouse up until Aizawa intervened? How much more of just watching him work could you even take? More importantly, how much longer could you stop your lewd thoughts from intruding on your training sessions? With each punch you connected to that bag, your head started to overlay that heavy, thudding sound over visions of a headboard pounding up against the wall over and over. The chain’s rattled became the accompanying squeak of the mattress spring, and your rough pants and heavy breaths were slowly becoming his making. He’d be on top of you, one hand gripping your thigh against his chest while the other held onto your hip. He’d be slamming into your wet folds with a meticulous thrust that had your toes curling and your eyes glued to his. He’d warn you not to look away. If you looked away, he’d stop. He’d slow down to an achingly slow pace and you needed all that he could give you in that moment. Your eyes would be locked onto his, your breath rising higher and higher the closer you became and he’d… he’d…
You’ve had to catch yourself a few times before like this from dazing out completely during a workout at the thought of it. Each time your thighs would tremble, you’d clear tour throat, and focus back up, but you knew this had to come to a head at some point. This couldn’t stay in your head for much longer… and with the cow you made to yourself after you got out of bed, you knew that today: even was enough.
With all the strength you had left you channeled your quirk and slowed down the time and space around you to land your new max of three hits per second. You released your hold at just the right time that the impact of all three hits sent that bag flying down the course, slamming into a brick wall at the end. You got a few head turns your way with a few of your classmates cheering you on and pumping you up as you took the moment to catch your breath. You hadn’t realized it, but you were drenched in sweat. Your tank top was wet all over you back, neckline stuck to your skin, and your leggings didn’t even feel like you are wearing any at this point. And all the while, as you softly laughed at your friends and colleagues for their kind remarks and accolades, you only briefly were able to catch that piercing red glance from him.
You swear you almost wanted to activa te your quirk again just to last in that gaze just a little while longer. His back soaked with sweat, his hair dripping down his neck and forehead, just to see that eye staring at you from over his shoulder. The contact lasted for less than you ever wanted it to, but just as quickly as he looked at you, he was focused back on his targets even quicker.
You left the training grounds knowing what needed to be done tonight. And your friends were quick to help you prepare…
“Wait, wait wait…” Mina took another long drink of her wine, “Bakugou?! That’s the one you want??”
Momo and Tsuyu burst out laughing at her. “Mina, I swear we told you this before!” Momo giggled, “Y/N’s had her eye on him for a while~”
“I mean I get it, but… THAT HOT HEAD?! I thought we were talking about someone like Shouto or something!”
“Haha, no, sorry, Mina, I just… can’t explain it.” You started to mess with your hair before your eyes started to get lost in the cup before you, “Sure, we don’t really talk other than about things like form or job postings, but there’s just something about him that makes me want to know him… more.”
“Well then I think texting him is a great idea!” Said a slight inebriated Momo, “Maybe you two can start up a chat and find some common ground that way”
“Or just tell him how you feel, that might for well!” Tsuyu added, “But knowing Bakugou, either approach might time some time to truly benefit you”
Slamming down her bottle, Mina burst out with “Well either way, that’s what the liquid courage is for! So drink up, lady!” Causing the girls to giggle and toast as you all started to toss it back with conversations about what each other were going through with jobs at the moment.
Hours later though, you were now the only one up at your place. Momo had passed out on the couch, toppled by Mina, with Tsuyu conked out on the floor. Now at peek drunkness, you knew this was your shot. This was your chance to start up the conversation with Bakugou, telling him that you wanted to hang out sometime and get to know each other better. So just before passing out yourself, you crafted your text, and hit send. Quickly you launched your phone away from you, and slept until morning.
With the sun as your alarm clock, you woke up sometime in the afternoon to an empty home. Momo, Mina, and Tsuyu had headed up earlier in the morning and left you a note saying “Sorry we passed out before we helped with the text! We’re still here to help! xoxo” You smiled as you put it down, thinking back to how the night ended until you froze. The memory of drafting a text came flooding into your head and you quickly went searching for your phone. It took you about 10 minutes until you found it and then when you did… you wished you hadn’t. What you sent wasn’t anything like what you intended, and what was worse of all, was that they all went left on read.
To: Bakugou Katsuki
From: Y/N Y/L/N
- Bakugou, I can’t take it anymore….. im so tired of jsut watching you work& get all sweaty&& messy!It’s fucking time we handled this!…
- Yu knw what I’m talkng about, too. I saw you look @ me 2day…
- You wanna fuck me JUST as bad as I wanna fuk you, hmm? You want this pussy, don’t you, baby
- I know you do, and I relly wanna give it 2 yu
- You smell so sweet, bby. Like candy. I’ll treat your dick like a lollipopp … I’ll lick it from bse to tip. Your balls can be lke cherries, hmm?
- I’ll put them in my mouth an
“Ohhh nononononononono” you muttered as you read through all that you had sent. You thought this can’t be serious, you can’t EVER show your face now. You hurriedly took screenshots and sent them to the girls who had about the reactions you were expecting, if you’re honest with yourself. Mins thought it was all hilarious. Tsuyu was trying to explain the likelihood that Bakugou would have actually cared, and Momo tried to give you additional silver linings and things you can try to do to mitigate the damage.
Momo: Send him a “Sorry about that, please disregard these” text!
Mina: Noooo, nonono, tell him “oops, wrong person”
Tsuyu: Mina, the first text has the man’s name in it. Y/N, how bout you just tell him you were drunk and you didn’t mean it?
Their advice rummaged around your head all day. Working some of your jobs today took your mind from it all, but it only took a billboard or a poster to hVe it all flooding back to you. You checked your phone a few times throughout the day to see if thee was any response and to just… contemplate who’s advice you should even take. Momo had a good point, Mina… Nevermind, and Tsuyu had a good idea, too. But even when you pulled the chat up and readied your fingers to start to compose something, anything, you froze and just… put the phone away.
It went like this all day until you finally closed out for the day. Going to the training grounds with the other heroes was a no go, today, and maybe.. ever. Could you really show your face there again? Have Bakugou glaring at you while you do your sets? What a nightmare to even consider. So, you sent off a text to Aizawa telling him you wouldn’t be there today, and headed home to unwind and just rest from the insane 48 hours you’ve had.
It wasn’t until later that night that you had finally cemented on what you were going to say.
Momo’s suggestion just felt like it would work out best, so after only a few glasses of wine after a warm, cleansing shower, you pulled up the text to compose and…
Bakugou is typing…
“Nooooo nonononono!” You stared with wide eyes at your phone. You waited too long! You were convinced he was going to call you a freak. A weirdo. Say you were “down bad” and just another extra in the background of his life. You were pacing your room, panicked at what terrible comment he was about to make when you finally heard that notification ping on your phone.
To: Y/N Y/L/N
From: Bakugou Katsuki
- Don’t end the scenario now. Tell me, Y/N.
- What happens next?
- I didn’t think you had noticed me staring at you while you worked. Your form, the way your clothes stuck to your body after a long, hard session…
- I know you probably sent this while being drunk or something, but I’m hoping this is truly how you feel, because if so
A/N : i’m late, but this is my submission for the whorehouse porn collab! thank you for letting me participate, miki mouse!!also, if you want, i recommend listening to fire for you by cannons as you read this. happy (late) valentine’s day ♡
Warnings: Voyeurism (Katsuki is a peeping tom), masturbation, oral sex (fem receiving), rough sex, hair pulling, possessive actions, light degradation, praising, ~and they were roommates~
Word Count: 8k
The first time is an accident.
Katsuki has never noticed the quarter sized hole in the bathroom wall, hiding in plain sight behind his towel rack, blending into the ugly, out of date flower pattern. But two months into his new lease, he sees it.
He sees you. Just beyond the wall is the naked curve of his roommate’s ass, bent over as you dry your legs from the shower. There’s a glimpse of something else, too. Something far more forbidden, peeking out for just a moment between your legs. Wet, inviting, begging to be seen.
A wave of heat flashes in his gut, one that tells him he’s doing something wrong, that he should look away. He shakes his head, looks at himself in the mirror and mumbles a few curses. Katsuki even points a finger at his reflection, scolds himself with a “don’t be a fucking creep.”
But the next time isn’t an accident.
It’s purposeful, a quick pull of his towel off the rack when he hears you rummaging around in your bathroom. Curiosity killed the cat, and Katsuki has been far, far too curious about you since the moment he walked into the shared apartment.
Thinking about how you had told Bakugou that you weren’t super into giving head because you have had so many bad experiences. And he was completely fine with it because he loved you and that stupid little thing wouldn’t define how he felt about you
However you decided that one day you wanted to try it with him, he’s not the same as the rest, a different guy, more importantly a niceguy who treats you right. And from then on out any negative thought you had about going down on him was thrown out the window.
Every time you could you were on him, asking to suck him off at random times in the day just because you wanted to feel him in your mouth.
Like this morning when you had woken up to him giving you lazy cuddles in your cozy sheets. You could feel his morning wood pressing into your stomach (bc u guys like to cuddle hugging each other) and you decided to do something about it.
Bakugou wasn’t particularly horny it was just something that happened however when you told him to lie on his back and moved to sit on all fours in between his legs he was. He watched as you peeled his basketball shorts down a little bit then his gaze went a little higher to see the shirt of his you were wearing inching up your stomach from your ass in the air. The cute little polar bear panties with a bow on the front weren’t meant to be sexy but somehow they were.
Then you went to townby far the messiest head he ever dreamed of getting. I mean hey just because you didn’t like it doesn’t mean that you weren’t good at it right? Doing this to him had given you some pleasure too whereas all the other times it was a horrible experience, but Katsuki never pushed your head down or used you like a toy, he let you have free reign because you were good and he didn’t want anything to change.
When you had first told him you didn’t like giving head he would have never thought that he would be getting it so often without having to ask. You were like an angel from heaven but he was curious as to what changed.
“Nghhh f-fuck baby you’re so fucking good. T-thought you said you didn’t like this? O-oh my god k-keep doin that.” he barely got out due to his near whimpers.
You pulled your head off his dick but continued to stroke him with fast rough paces to keep the momentum going. “I changed my mind.” You said before quickly moving to put your mouth back on him.
That’s what made the dam burst. The fact that everyone else had made it so miserable for you that you hated it but with him, you couldn’t get enough. You’d never be able to get enough.
Katsuki Bakugo x f!reader (plus Kirishima and Shoto)
Summary: With Bakugo as your boyfriend you have to come up with some good ideas to get him to go to some funny Christmas parties. And this time you just got the best idea.
cw: established relationship, semi-public orgasm, use of toys, voyeurism, light degradation, threesome, cock sucking
wc:2.9k
a/n: First time writing for Bakugo, Kiri and Shoto. It was really fun writing smut in a long time again. Stay hydrated and happy holidays!
The freshly fallen snow covered your hometown like powdered sugar. The crispy night air chilled you to your core and made you shiver.
“I haven’t even started and you’re already shivering.”
The blonde man behind you leaned down to your ear with a smirk on his face. His comment made your cheeks flush an even darker shade of red - given that they were already rosy due to the cold.
“It’s the weather, stupid. Not everything is about you.” You shot back with a smile and a light laugh in your tone.
“Careful, babe. You don’t want to ruin it right away, do you?”
Bakugo had stopped you with one big hand wrapped gently around your arm. You looked over your shoulder and gave your boyfriend an innocent smile.
“I wouldn’t dream of doing that.” You blew a kiss in his direction and started to continue walking.
It was mid December and one of his colleagues had invited the both of you to a Christmas party. As much as the pro hero didn’t want to go he was persuaded by an intriguing idea you had whispered to him. “Bakubro, good to see you!” A certain redhead hollered over the deafening Christmas music. “Y/N, you look absolutely stunning.” He remarked as you both entered his cozy home. A lot of his old high-school classmates were present and you used the first three-quarters of an hour to go around the room, greeting them and making small talk.
Everyone enjoyed the party and the mulled wine was warming you from the inside. You got several compliments about your cute outfit which boosted your confidence even more. You had almost forgotten about the little idea that made your boyfriend come to this party in the first place, when suddenly a dull sensation rumbled from your lower region. Startled by the feeling you clenched your thighs together and searched the room for a pair of vermillion eyes. Bakugo was watching you with an intense stare and a knowing look on his face. He cocked his eyebrow at you and went on to talk to Kirishima as if he knew nothing. Unable to concentrate on your counterpart, you excused yourself and walked over to the hot head.
“Hey babe, you look a bit flustered. Is the wine getting to you?” Bakugo teased you and put a hand around your waist in a possessive gesture. You tried to smile and opened your mouth to reply with a witty comeback but the sudden increase in the vibration deep within you made you lose your thought. “She really looks a bit reddish.” Kirishima leaned forward and placed a hand on your cheeks. “You’re burning, princess.” His honest concern made you squirm under his gaze. “I- m all - good. Really.” You mumbled with shallow breath. The intensity of the vibro egg turned up again. You bit your lip to not make a revealing sound.
“I love the face you make when you try not to moan, babe.” The whispered words hot against your ear send a shiver down your spine. “Stop it, Bakugo, please.” You whined under your breath. Your boyfriend looked at you and put both hands in the air in a defensive motion. “I’m not in charge anymore.” Your eyes grew wide and you couldn’t believe what you saw. He had passed the remote to someone else. The vibrations lowered to a steady buzzing and you could finally catch your breath. Bakugo didn’t have the remote anymore but who had it then? The only logical answer was Kirishima. You nippled at your bottom lip. But the redhead was so concerned for you a minute ago, he couldn’t possibly know what was going on. You risked a glance in his direction, seeing that he was already talking with somebody else. He must’ve noticed your glance because he shot you a dirty look and licked his lips in a seductive way. Your mouth went dry - the only thing that was to be honest - and you stumbled towards the couch. You would never have thought that Kirishima out of all people would participate in such a game. He was always such a sweetheart, so honest and innocent. But thinking about his darker thoughts made your belly tingle and your pussy throb. What else was the oh so manly pro hero Red Riot thinking when he was all alone in the dark of his room.
On cue the vibration started to go up several levels. Your whole body was flushed and you felt warm and gooey. It was an addictive feeling. You looked over to Kirishima just for him to do the same gesture as Bakugo did before. Realization hit you a bit later as the constant buzz in your pussy made your brain all fuzzy. Kirishima had given the remote away too. Searching, you looked over the room full of people. Who had it now?
The chatting and the cheery Christmas songs should’ve consumed your hearing but all you could hear was the deafening sound of your quickening heartbeat. If the vibrations wouldn’t stop soon you would start to pant like a bitch in heat. “Now wouldn’t you like that, slut…” The hushed voice of your boyfriend crossed your mind and you cursed your imagination. The tight coil in your abdomen wouldn’t hold much longer and you were sure that it was only a matter of minutes for it to snap. You tried to control your breathing and started to get up from the couch. A pair of heterochromatic eyes observed you from across the room. Noticing every change in your body gesture. A wicked smile crossed his lips as he fumbled for the remote in his pockets. The hot and cold pro hero couldn’t believe his eyes when Denki told him about your little game. Excitement bubbled up and he couldn’t let this chance pass. The attraction he felt for you grew more and more every time he saw you. But you belonged to the blonde pro hero Dynamight. And Shoto respected that, but that didn’t mean that he couldn’t have his fun with you now, when your boyfriend practically handed him the tools to do so.
Shoto was determined to break your still collected demeanor. Just when your eyes met his, he pushed the control to max and sent you spiraling into a storm of bliss. You wanted to die on the spot as you came down from your high. The strange feeling of so many people knowing exactly what just happened mixed with your receding orgasm, made your pussy clench around the egg and you could feel the knot in your belly starting to tense again.
“Looks like Icyhot enjoyed the show too.” A pair of strong arms wrapped around your slightly shaking form. You tried to protest and wanted to defend yourself, saying that you didn’t make a show, but the look you got from three pro heroes was enough to convince you otherwise. Without verbal communication between Bakugo and Kirishima, the blonde had permission to use one of the bedrooms upstairs. Maneuvering you upstairs was easy. Your legs still felt like pudding but your breathing was going back to normal again - a fact that Shoto disliked very much. So he had to do something about it. Pushing the disabled remote to max again your whole body went rigid on the stairs. A high pitched scream escaped your lips and if it wasn’t for Bakugos arms around your waist you would’ve dropped to the floor right there. Your vision got blurry and you were panting once more.
Angry vermillion eyes shot a stern look towards the Todoroki heir but he only got a nonchalantly grin and a shrug back. You tried to recover from that sudden orgasm but it was to no avail. Your body was still buzzing with sexual desire and you could feel your legs got heavy and your mind sleepy. Bakugo knew you after dating you several years and just picked you up bridal style to carry you the rest of the flight. What the blonde missed was two different pairs of footsteps following the two of you upstairs.
Carefully the blonde laid you on the king sized bed. You were watching him from under heavy eyelids. Bakugo took off his coat and shirt without making a show. You started to pout and were mumbling something incoherent. “Shut up!” Vermillion eyes stared at you with a burning intensity. “Sluts don’t get a show. Sluts get their needy pussy pounded and nothing more.” He manhandled you and positioned himself between your legs. “Understood?” He didn’t wait for your approval and went to undo his belt. “Seeing you panting and getting off on this shitty hot and cold bastard…” He tsked full of disgust. “Did you like having your pussy played with by all of them? Ha?” He was working on his boxer and finally freeing his rock hard cock.
The whole time none of you noticed the door being not completely closed, which was an open invitation for the other two men standing somewhat hesitant in the hallway. By the time Bakugo was completely naked you were mewling and begging for his cock. “Look at you. So desperate for some cock. Bet you don’t even care which one.” The blonde was rubbing his tip over your still covered slit. “It’s alright as long as it’s a cock, huh?!” He leaned forward, forcing his tongue deep into your open mouth. The coil in your stomach tensed even more and you moaned freely into the kiss.
It was a delicious feeling, the constant rub over your clit and the hot tongue in your mouth. And then another feeling mixed with the two previous. The vibro egg came alive again and buzzed inside your pussy. Bakugo broke the kiss and placed some open mouth kisses on your exposed neck. He didn’t bother to undress you, he just pushed the hem of your dress over your belly and up over your breasts. With his free hand he fondled your covered breasts, massaging them and quickly pushing your bra upwards to free them. The contrast in heat made your nipples perk and your boyfriend smirked at the sight. “Getting all worked up and horny huh.”
The blonde could barely hold it together. The sight before him was too tempting and his cock was painfully hard. But he had to punish you still. Had to remind you who you belong to. So he lined himself with your entrance. Through your dizzy mind you realized that you still wore your panties. You wanted to say something but Bakugo shushed you. “Sluts deserve this.” He said and pushed his dick slowly into your dripping cunt. The feeling of your satin panties around his cock and your warm cunt fluttering elicited a guttural moan. But something felt extra good. Realization hit the pro hero and his brows shot up. The vibrations from the egg traveled from your core along his shaft.
“Fuuck. The egg is still on.”
“It feels amazing, doesn’t it?” You mumbled happily and moved your hips to get more of his cock inside your cunt. Panting, he pulled out and pushed your panties to the side. “It will feel even more amazing when I push it deeper into you.” You mewled at the sudden intrusion and you cocked your head to the side. The vibrations stayed at the current level and Bakugo didn’t even think about the control, all he could feel was your warm cunt wrapped around his cock and the buzzing of the egg at his tip. He wouldn’t last long this way, he knew that much.
As the room was big it was no problem to sneak into it without a sound. Both pro heroes were panting and massaging their bulges through their pants. With the lights on they could see everything and Shoto still got the remote in his pocket. He contemplated topping it off a notch and making the blonde hero come on the spot. The imagination of your cunt filled with hot semen and that sending you into another mind shattering orgasm nearly made the pro hero come. His breathing was elaborated and a glimpse towards Kirishima told him he wasn’t the only one highly affected.
Kirishima couldn’t believe the fact that he was watching his two best friends fucking. In his deepest and most hidden parts of his mind he always fantasized about a threesome with Bakugo and you. Mostly it was him taking your sweet innocent mouth and Bakugo pounding your pussy and making you wet and ready for him later as he was bigger than the blonde. The moans and pants falling from your mouth short circuit something in his brain and his feet moved on their own.
“You’ve got to be kidding me.” Bakugo finally noticed the other two men in the room when Kirishima appeared in his line of view next to the bed. Through all the different sensations you recognized the red head and your eyes landed on the huge bulge. You licked over your lips excitedly. “Please Katsu, please, please please.” You begged your boyfriend and wrapped your legs around his waist. “Wanna suck him, please.” Kirishima couldn’t believe what you just asked. Suck him off? That was like his fantasies coming true.
“Come on, Bakugo. It’s Christmas after all.” An otherwise cool voice panted behind you. Vermillion eyes shot to the other intruder and you didn’t miss the feeling of his cock twitching inside you. A smile formed on your plump lips. “Let me show them how good you trained me. How good of a slut I can be for them too.” You knew exactly what to say and which buttons to push to get your boyfriend to do what you want. He exhaled defeated. The idea of showing you off and rubbing it in that they would never get someone like you pleased him. His hips snapped forward burying himself deeper inside you. “Fine.”
The second the syllable left Bakugos lips Kirishima freed his cock and smeared precum all over your partly opened lips. You greedily opened your mouth and sucked him in almost completely. With both your mouth and pussy occupied, all Shoto had left was the remote for the vibro egg and a front row seat to this show. He didn’t complain at all. Settling for a nearby chair he pumped his cock with one hand and controlled the remote with the other. Every time his thump ran over his tip he copied the motion on the remote and played with the switch.
You were trapped between the soft rocking of Kirishima‘s cock in your mouth and the harsh snaps of Bakugos hips at your ass. You tried your best to meet the blonde’s movements with your hips but the vibration of the egg made it nearly impossible. So you were reduced to a set of wholes that were used to please the pro heroes. The thought made you giddy and slick dripped around Bakugos cock onto the sheets. You could feel yourself getting close, the coil almost ready to burst. Bakugo felt your walls clenching around his cock even more and the vibrations traveled from his cock to his balls. “Fuck, look at you… Taking my cock and sucking on shitty hairs… Such a slut!” He was picking up pace and was pounding into you with vigor. The harsh movements shoving you onto Kirishima’s dick and making you choke on the redhead’s cock. “Easy there, Bakugo.” He pushed a strand of hair from your face. “No need to go easy on that cocksleeve. She likes it. Don’t you?” Bakugo wrapped a hand around your neck. At the feeling of the other man’s cock bulging your throat he moaned deeply, pushing himself over the edge. “Fuuuuuuck. Take it… All of it… Gonna fill you up to the brim!” Your eyes rolled back and you came with shaking hips and trembling legs. You moaned around the clock inside your mouth and the vibrations sent Kirishima over the edge too. “Y/N, feels so good. Aahhh!”
“Merry Christmas you extras.” Bakugo was the first to speak. The redhead’s cock popped out of your mouth and you obediently opened it to show them that you swallowed like a good little slut. “Shit. She swallowed it. Never had that before.” Kirishima admitted under heavy breath. Pride swelled in Bakugos chest. “Sure she does. I trained her, what do you expect, huh?!” He looked down at your spent body and admired the way his cum drippled out of your abused hole. “The egg is still inside her.” Shoto chimed in from his voyeur position. His hair was disheveled and his breathing wasn’t back to normal either. He moved over to the bed and pushed Bakugo out of the way. “Hey, what do you think you’re doing?” Ice cold fingers duck into your heated core and pushed at the toy buried inside you.
“I’m getting the toy out of her.”
“Hah?”
“She is spent and needs some rest.”
He snatched the egg off of Shotos hands. You groaned and tried feebly to close your legs. But your boyfriend wasn’t having that. With strong hands he pushed your legs apart again and pushed the toy back into your abused pussy. “This was your idea, so endure it!” He placed a quick kiss on top of your messy cunt.
Bakugo snickered. “You have no idea what she can take.”
All three men looked at you and the blissed out smile that formed on your face.
Synopsis: Your quiet village life is suddenly upended one foggy morning as forgein ships beach on the wet sand of your Isle. You know they can only be after one thing, your sister, for she is gifted with Sight. Sworn to protect her, you urge her to run and hide while you assess the damage only to find that you are both greatly out matched and out numbered. Will you be willing to fight the Gods to insure your sister’s safety or will you accept the hand you were dealt?
Pairing: Bakugou Katsuki x f!Reader Warnings/Tags: 18+ mdni, aged up characters, arranged marriage, rough sex, unprotected sex, creampies, car handjob + fingering, angst continues Word Count: 4.5k
Summary: Things start to heat up between you and Katsuki and you think things are getting better, but when something happens to put you in the villain’s crosshairs, Bakugou finds it hard to open up to you, thinking he’s protecting you by keeping you in the dark.
It had been a couple days since your failed attempt at dinner had interrupted your first real intimate moment with Katsuki since your wedding night, and you were determined to try again.
Getting off work early, you stopped at the store on the way home and began cooking as soon as you returned, tying Katsuki’s apron around your waist and triple checking the recipe. You wanted everything to be perfect for him when he got home.
To your surprise, everything was coming together well, and a delicious smell filled the kitchen instead of acrid smoke. Incredibly pleased and rather proud of yourself, you checked your phone, grinning at the text from Bakugou that he was on his way.
However, as soon as your phone chimed with a second notification, your smile faltered.
Kirishima: Hey, just thought I’d warn you. Not exactly a great day for Baku-bro.
‘What happened?’ you quickly typed back, your stomach twisting uncomfortably. ‘Is he alright??’
The seconds it took for Kirishima’s reply felt like ages and you stared at the three little dots with dread.
Hehad to be alright, you thought, trying to calm your racing heart. He’d texted you, so he couldn’t be hurt. His message was curt, but that’s just how he texts.
Summary- As long as you’ve known Katsuki Bakugou , He’s never been the type for commitment. you were ok with that at first - but after a while his fuck and dip lifestyle started to leave you feeling used and drained .You were thinking today you’d finally have the strength to break things off with him , but as usual Bakugou seems to have different plans.
Content warning- semi-established relationship, manipulation/blackmail/dubcon ,Possessive Bakugou,Black reader, Body descriptions, fem anatomy, fem reader, dumbification, Porn with plot, degradation, Bakugo’s pretty mean, civilian au/no quirk 18+ MdnI
You knew he wouldn’t be there when you turned over.
Katsuki’s presence was something that couldn’t be ignored, and right now your room couldn’t feel more bare.
You knew he wouldn’t be there when you turned over, the same way you knew he had left as soon as you fell asleep. Long gone and on his way to stick his dick into anyone who’d let him .
You knew all of this, yet that didn’t stop the sharp pang of reality from shooting across your chest and settling stubbornly in your heart when you flipped over to find a very, empty bed.
The reality is you don’t mean shit to Katsuki bakugo.
But even as you’re left with only his traces on your body in the forms of hickies and deep bruises, you cant bring yourself to actually hate him. He told you what this was from the start.
“Nothing serious, none of that relationship shit.”
Sleazball, Slut, Passed around?sure- but you cant call Katsuki Bakugou a lair.
No, if anything he was brutally honest.
You recall the time he smoked you out, and in your fuzzy lightheaded state you had made the mistake of asking him what you were to him.
“Good pussy” He had answered shortly , spending no time thinking about it before taking another drag of his swisher.
In all honesty you have no right to be upset. You know this.
Not once in you’re relationship has Bakugou ever given you a single shred of hope of starting something serious.
He never stayed after he came.
Never asked if you needed aftercare.
Never even bothered to help with cleaning up after.
This-assuming that by some magical stroke of fate he would fall in love with you-was purely your fault, and today you were going to fix it.
Katsuki would show up at your door step at a approximately 5 :30 . That being the only constant in your relationship.
He’d show up at five thirty, and expect you to drop everything to attend to his needs. It didn’t matter what you’d been doing or how tired you were. When Katsuki rang, you answered. But this time -This time you wouldn’t.
You’d open the door- of course- but that was as far as things would go.
you wouldn’t step to the side and allow him to slip into your apartment and you wouldn’t allow him to talk you out of your panties. You would tell him you had no interest in being his plaything anymore and he would leave.
You could feel the weight beginning to lift off of your shoulders.
After today Bakugou Katsuki would no longer be your problem. It wasn’t like you’re relationship was progressing, and you were getting old to have fucking friends with benefits. You’ve come to the point in your life where you were strictly looking for serious things, and all of this was for the better.at least that’s what you try to tell yourself.
By the time five o'clock rolls around, every bit of uncertainty has already evaporated from your body and when Katsuki’s awaited doorbell ring echo’s throughout your apartment you’re not nearly as nervous and you thought you would be.
You crack the door open only slightly , just enough so that he can see your face an hear you clearly when you say
“Ive been thinking and we should stop seeing each other , don’t come here again Katsuki.”
You’re proud of how steady your voice is.
You’re starting to shut the door before a Jordan four clad foot jams into the doorway.
“What the fuck are you talking about?” The bass in his gravely voice seems to drain out all the self confidence you were so sure you had a minute ago.
“I think -we should-stop seeing each other.” You repeat, cringing mentally at how faint you sounded.
Katsuki’s carmine eyes seemed to study you for a second, head cocked to the side before he throws it back , a boisterous laugh erupting from him.
“ What the fuck are you going on about shitty woman? He snorts "You sound like you’re breaking up with me or some shit.”
“Could you- could you move your foot?” You try again.
Your words don’t seem to register to Katsuki as he simply pushes past you into your apartment, sending panic shooting though you. “The fuck are you doing? "I just -
"I heard you, I was just thinking you must’ve lost a few braincells from air loss when you were gagging on my dick last night. He sighs slipping off one of his shoes. "Or maybe those fucking braids are too tight.”
His words sting- they always sting-but you dont back down. “Katsuki if you dont get out of my house I’m going to call the police.”
He seems to become even more humored at this, a small smile forming on his lips.
“ I’m tired of you coming over here whenever you feel like it and using me however you like. I’m grown as hell Katsuki, what the fuck do I look like having friends with benefits at this big age? Clearly whatever the fuck this is isn’t progressing any further and its not like you cant go find some other bitch to get off on, Now get the hell out my house! you spit, words filled with venom.
"You done now?” Katsuki sighs uninterestedly. Your face heats up at how unbothered he is with your feelings.
“Because if you’re little performance is over, we can try being transparent with each other. ”
“What the hell are you-Get the fuck out Bakugou, right now!” You shout.
“I’ll leave sure, but what would I do with all these pretty pictures you sent me?” The blonde asks more to himself than you.
Your heart drops to your feet as he continues “It’d be a shame if my finger slipped or some shit and my entire group chat , or maybe even your job got those .”
“y’ think shitty hair will like your tits as much as I do?”
A lump forms in your throat as you recall the many lewd photos Katsuki had of you on his phone, you hadn’t put it past him too refuse to delete them- but you never thought he’d be scummy enough to use them as some kind of fucked up blackmail.
“Y-you wouldn’t ” You whimper, tears starting to well up in your eyes.
The blonde’s smile widens" That’s right, I wouldn’t, if you were to start acting like you have fucking sense and not like some brain dead idiot.“ Your breath hitches at that.
"You can start with losing all those fucking clothes.” He smiles “Maybe I’ll fuck you over the kitchen counter, never tried that before.. Katsuki trails off, pulling his shirt from over his head and your arms feel like lead as you do the same. you fiddled with your jeans hopping that by some stroke of luck He’d come to his damn senses.
"The fuck are you standing like that for?” Your dumbass forgot how to unbutton your pants or some shit?“ The blonde growls .
"Gotta do every fucking thing around here!” He snaps stomping over to you, roughly grabbing the hem of your pants.
By the time he finally works your pants down past your ankles you know he has no intention of stopping.
“Y’re already fuckin wet” He sneers , the dark spot seeping through underwear incredibly obvious. “ Made such a big fuckin show of how fucking sick of me you are, but this cute brown cunt seems to know who she belongs too.”
His voice sends ripples through your pussy and you knew he wasn’t lying. No matter how much you tried to pretend you were done Bakugou Katsuki , your body was always there to bring you back down to reality.
“Cute little bitches like you have no business thinking, the blonde mumbles, two thick fingers prodding at your entrance. "The only fucking thing you need to be thinking about is taking my cock, you leave all the important decisions to me alright?”
He pushes both fingers in with no warning and you tense, whimpering at the sudden intrusion. “S’ fucking sloppy for me, its like this shit is all your good for” Katsuki chuckled. “But lets be fucking honest, it is all your good for, or else I wouldn’t be here, but you knew that already.” Katsuki groans , fingers plunging deeper inside of you as he bends you over your kitchen island.
He slides his fingers out of you swiftly, pressing his print against your thigh , rutting harshly. You curse the way your hips grind back, as if the action was muscle memory.
“See this fucking body knows what it wants, why dont you tell me too?”
You want nothing more than to punch the smug look he no doubt has on his face off of him. Scream, shout, curse his name. But you won’t. He knows it, you know it.
“M'not gonna fucking put it in until you fucking beg.”
Maybe if you had refused, pushed him off of you-something -anything, the outcome would have been different. But as usual , the relationship existed on Katsuki’ terms. It always had, and it always would. He knows it, you know it.
When Katsuki Rang you answered.And today would be no different.
“P-please, Suki’-wan-want it inside , please.” You whimper, the shame you felt for complying long gone.
“Cant-fuck-Cant fucking hear you.”
“ Need it-Need it suki’ please”
That seems to please him since you feel the thick mushroom head of his cock poke into your entrance, sending ripples through your body.
“Already clamping down on me-fuck” The blonde groans resting his head in the crook of your neck, the sound of his hips slamming against your ass echoing throughout your apartment.
The night becomes a blur. Orgasm after orgasm wrecking through your body. Katsuki seems to make it a point to take you on every surface he could find, doggystyle on the couch, reverse cowgirl on the kitchen table. Laying you down on the abdomen and yanking your legs onto his shoulders. Thrust deeper, hands holding on tighter.
Somehow the two of you make it to the bedroom and the way Katsuki is plowing you into the mattress made you felt like you were melting. Any shame you might have felt was completely gone, you felt so fucking full, so good.
Until you felt nothing at all.
—-
When you wake up, you knew he wouldn’t be there.
You know this and still the pang of hurt shoots through you when you turn around to an empty bed. You weren’t strong enough to get rid of him. You’d never ne strong enough to get rid of him.
A small part of you had always known this. Known you were bull shitting yourself when you said you were done with Katsuki Bakugou. Bull shitting yourself by thinking you had any say anyways.
Bull shitting yourself into thinking one of these days you’d turn around and he’d still be there.
warnings: she/her pronouns used. strong language. counter sex. size kink. tiny bit of body worship. praise n condescending comments from katsuki. wc:1.1k synopsis: katsuki brings home some of his newest merch for you to try on, but he definitely wasn’t expecting you to look that good in it.
katsuki knew he liked it when you wore his clothes; fuck, it was one of his favorite things, but this was different. his sweatpants that were three sizes too big on you were now replaced with tacky shorts that had ‘DYNAMIGHT’ plastered on the ass of them, topped off with a cute hoodie with his name along the sleeves. it was cheesy, you weren’t going to overlook that, but all in all, it was undeniably cute.
katsukis signature colors adorned your body with tight-fitting fabrics that clung perfectly to your curves in a way that made him flushed and made every snarky comeback he would usually spitfire long gone.
he had brought home some of his merchandise for you to try on and take a few promo pictures in together, but that plan seemingly flew out the window when he saw you in them.
you peeked out of your shared bedroom door, fully letting yourself leave when you saw him leaning on the counter waiting for you. “katsuki,” you called his name, waiting to continue talking until he looked at you. “whaddya think? does it look good?”
his jaw fell slack when he saw you and he sucked his teeth, blood red eyes training on you. “fuck yeah it does, you kiddin me?”
“you think so?”
“mhm, now, cmere.” he beckoned you over, sitting you up on the counter so he could stand between your legs that he held open with his hands. “you,” he began, lips ghosting over yours, “are so fucking pretty.” you adverted your eyes, and he just laughed and kept talking. “in fact, you look like you’re my biggest fan,” he teased, eyes boring into yours.
“shut it,” you gently flicked his shoulder, a gentle laugh bubbling from your lips to hide your embarrassment.
nonetheless, his warm hands that he placed firmly on your back were hard to ignore. you leaned into his touch, humming in content when his warm hands traveled lower, middle and ring finger tracing the elastic of the shorts. “katsuki,” you muttered his name, and he just let his eyes flicker to yours before going back to your waist, thumbs rubbing circles into your hips as his hands daunted lower.
“huh?”
“you jus’ gonna ignore what we’re supposed to be doing right now?” you questioned, and he let out an amused huff.
“fuckin’, maybe?” he laughed, and you just shook your head, pretending like his calloused hands didn’t leave a trail of goosebumps on your skin while they made their way up your stomach and under your shirt.
you tried to think of something snarky to say, but decided to settle with a quiet hymn of okay instead. he let his head rest against your shoulder while one hand traced the underwire of your bra and the other fiddled with the fabric of your shorts. “careful,” you began, “keep feeling me up like that and i might just become one of your biggest fans.”
his sharp inhale was audible, and you failed to bite back the laugh that bubbled out of your throat. you knew he was keen on praise, but you just loved how he fell apart in your hand and turned into putty at every little comment.
“just ‘might’?” he questioned, quirking an eyebrow. “we might have to fix that. cant have you thinking i’m anything less than the man of your dreams,” he jeered.
“i dont know how truthful that is. guess youre gonna have to put your body to work to prove it, huh?”
“i’m not worried. you know my money is where my mouth is, yeah?”
with that, he pressed a kiss to your neck, littering them up to your jaw. he chuckled low when you tilted your neck to give him more access.
“want me to touch you so bad that you’re just givin’ it up, huh?”
you whined before running a hand through his hair and scratching his scalp, to which he hummed. he sucked a hickey onto your collarbone, moving his hands and taking your bra off more expertly then you could have done it.
“hands of a magician,” he commented, laughing at his own joke after.
“so dumb,” you shook your head with faux dissapointment before moving to take your shirt off. he swatted your hands away, quietly tsking in the back of his throat.
“gonna keep the shirt on for me? i wanna see how pretty you look all fucked out ‘nd representing your favorite hero. could you do that for me?” his words were dipped in honey, and you melted into each syllable.
he grabbed the undersides of your thighs and slid you forward, pulling you off the counter just so he could bend you over it and see his hero name plastered over his girl, exactly where he wanted it.
“glad you know who this piece of ass belongs to,” he muttered in a breathy sigh, hand massaging it with a hard pressure. “can i,” he began, letting his voice trail off with a questioning tone. it only took your meek uh-huh before he spanked you one, two, three times. “sorry, jus’ like seeing that ass jiggle,” he laughed before pulling the shorts and your panties to the side. “ready?”
“ready,” you smiled, flattening your hands on the marble countertop to try and prepare yourself.
you pulled your bottom lip between your teeth to try and shut yourself up, breathless fuck’s spilled from your mouth as he slid into you, one hand on your lower back and the other next to yours on the counter. he let out deep groans, digging his head into the nook between your shoulder and neck once he bottomed out. you could feel his built body against yours, and you squirmed under him, silently pleading for some friction, though the stretch between your legs was serving you pleasure.
“hold fuckin’ still,” he muttered, standing back up straight and resting on his elbows, capturing your body between his arms.
the initial pumps were slow and tedious; teasing rolls of his hips drove you insane, and you grabbed at nothing, body feeling feverish as you plead for it; rougher, faster, deeper.
who was katsuki to deny those demands? he couldn’t- not when your every moan and whimper sounded so pretty underneath him.
“gonna pound you, yeah?” he asked for permission.
“yeah, please,” you arched your back into the counter some more, letting his increasingly rough spanks and thrusts swallow your conscience.
a rough hand grasped your neck, pulling your head up from its resting space on the chilling counter. “you’re real lucky to be fucked by the dynamight, huh?” he jeered, and you nodded. “what’s that?”
“i am!” your voice shrilled, embarrassment and desperation entangling.
“thats fuckin’ right, you are,” he huffed, biting his lip. you could feel the countertops growing hot next to where his hands were planted, and you couldn’t help but attempt to dully note how much he lost his exposure when he was using you. “you’re so fuuckin’good.”
