I just noticed my darling baby boy (cat) sitting in his little loft bed about 5 inches away from the most delightful sunbeam, so I scooted it into the sunlight for him and he looked me with the biggest widest expression. I don’t think he knew that was an option. I think I just blew his whole little mind
I know that usually using real-world customs in fantasy settings is kind of a lazy shortcut most of the time, but I’m currently thinking about the implications of diamond wedding / engagement rings in a D&D-based setting.
I mean, think about it. You vow to be together “‘til death does us part” and then you give them a way to escape death. You’re literally saying “even death could not keep me from you” or “I will never let you go”.
And of course the more expensive the ring, the more secure the promise. Splurging on a ring isn’t just vanity. It’s literally life insurance. (Or should I say life assurance.)
And even if you can’t afford a 300gp ring, diamonds are still the best choice for a stone. That “cheap” 100gp stone? Crush that up and you have a free casting of Greater Restoration. (If a larger diamond is life insurance/assurance, this is health insurance/assurance.)
Assuming that (as per my typical worldbuilding) a simple Lesser Restoration isn’t enough to cure more serious diseases, and given the common practice of making the client pay for the materials, a set-aside diamond could be the difference between life and death for someone who doesn’t have access to that kind of money.
Idk, I just think it’s a neat side-effect of gems as spell components that would be fun to play around with. The wealthy using veritable bouquets of mid-tier diamonds to ensure their partners will never die. Or a scandalous murder reveals that the victim’s wedding diamond was a fake. Did their spouse do that intentionally, and if so, does that mean they’re the murderer?
The thing is, even if you were lucky and your parents taught you how to clean, they probably didn't teach you how to clean the stuff you clean stuff with, like brushes, mops, sponges, rags, and so on. Or how to clean your cleaning appliances, like a dish washer, clothes washing machine, and clothes dryer and its ducts (if you have a ducted dryer), or a carpet cleaner, vacuum, Or how to clean up clean messes, like spilled bleach or detergent.
My parents threw away all of these things (even the vacuum cleaners and the dryer) when they got too dirty to function, because no one even told them THAT they could be cleaned. Cost them thousands of dollars over the years.
All I'm saying is that cleaning is not intuitive, and not knowing how to clean is not a moral failing, but it is something you can learn.
I'm going to reblog this post with resources for learning how to clean things and how to clean cleaning things (I'm not at my desk at the moment). If you have any favorites, please feel free to add them in too!
I like this video because it does a great job of introducing the basic foundations of house cleaning (and because he doesn't use bleach, which is a common allergy in addition to being awful to inhale). He also talks a little about how to clean a vacuum. And why you shouldn't put grease from your pots and pans down the sink drain. I also love that he mentions that different houses and different people have different needs and different versions of what clean and cleaning looks like.
He doesn't mention though that the toilet seat comes off. I take my toilet seat off to clean under the hinges and clean the seat more thoroughly once a quarter.
This is another video from the same guy about cleaning and depression. This advice, especially at the beginning, can feel really really difficult and oppressive to hear. However, I find that it's generally pretty solid. But I'm autistic and so is he, so that gets a massive Your Mileage May Vary stamp on it.
I have a favorite part of this video. It's from 10:52 to 12:36. I think we could all use to hear that. There's a HEFTY pause after that one. I promise the narration does come back.
I'm also going to recommend KC Davis' book "How To Keep House While Drowning"
This is a pair of videos about how to correctly load and use a dish washer.
The first one is a quick 1 minute 30 second overview on loading. I can't find the exact video I'm looking for, so consider this a substitute for that. If I can find the one I'm looking for, I'll swap it in.
The second is a half hour deep dive on dishwashers and detergents. The short form of that is you shouldn't need to pre-rinse anything, detergent pods are overpriced and can cause problems, some dishwashers have a filter in the bottom that needs to be cleaned (but most don't), run your sink until the water is HOT before starting your dish washer, and put a little detergent in the pre-rinse dispenser when you're washing extra dirty dishes (or on the inside of the door if your dishwasher doesn't have a pre-rinse dispenser).
How to clean a front load washer (with bleach). This should be done monthly or every time you wash really soiled clothes.
With expert tips and tricks for all types of washers.
How to clean a top loader (without the removable agitator thing). This should be done every 1-3 months depending on you unit, or every time you wash really soiled clothes.
Regular cleaning of a top-load washing machine will prolong the life of the appliance and leave your laundry cleaner and brighter.
How to clean a top loader (with the removable agitator thing). This should be done every month, or every time you wash really soiled clothes.
These carpet brushes are a LIFE SAVER if you have dogs. This thing allows me to go from vacuuming about 4 square feet before my vacuum is full to vacuuming half the living room (I don't vacuum often enough. You should vacuum weekly, and I just can't.). I have to unclog the vacuum less often. It fluffs up some of the flat spots in the carpet. And I also use the brush to shampoo my rugs in the spring.
A spot cleaner (or a carpet cleaner with a spot cleaner attachment) is another life saver, ESPECIALLY if you can afford to splurge on a heated one. I see them at Goodwill or at yard sales occasionally, and they're worth picking up. The shark one in the video is great too.
This channel is gold. There's tutorials for cleaning EVERYTHING on there. Just go subscribe!
Gonna throw another potential resource at the end of this very long list, which may be potentially helpful for others like me who loathe videos. It's... the weirdest thing that has genuinely been helpful to me in housekeeping. Absolutely full of useful advice, and bizarrely still relevant in large part. (Though, caveat, research ANYTHING to do with chemicals or cleaning products more complicated than vinegar + lemon + water for modern information.)
It's America's Housekeeping Book (1941). Available for free download on the Internet Archive. (Large PDF file at the link here).
The LISTS y'all. The step by step lists. The emphasis on efficiency and arranging spaces for the least resistance possible. The basic concept of "take a tray or basket into a room when you are tidying up so you can put things that belong elsewhere on it and take them out LATER in ONE GO".
⇢ warnings: dubcon inherent in sex pollen, sex pollen, vaginal sex, vaginal fingering, bakugo katsuki swears a lot
⇢ tags: sex worker!reader, chubby!reader, body worship
⇢ notes: the concept for this fic was inspired directly by @hoe-doroki's wonderful series HERE and HERE.
⇢ summary:
Your job is a fulfilling one and one you largely enjoy - providing services to heroes who have been hit with a fuck-or-die quirk or similar chemical compound. The pay is great and the benefits are killer, and when you get paged one night to attend to a hero in need, you're eager to handle what looks to be a simple case and get on with your evening spent on your couch in front of your television.
That is, until you scan your file and read the name of the hero needing your services - Bakugo Katsuki - Pro Hero Dynamite.
You get paged at 9:00 PM on a Saturday night, your phone buzzing in your clutch barely loud enough to turn your eye from the awards ceremony playing out on the brightly lit stage at the front of the atrium. You fish your phone out, ducking it down onto your lap below the table so the light from the screen doesn’t draw eyes, and see that you’re being summoned to work.
You barely manage to stop the rough exhale of relief that puffs from your lungs, shoving your phone back into your clutch and excusing yourself as you stand in the dark from your table near the back of the room.
If they really wanted to Honor the Heroes of the Health and Quirkcare Industry, they could do so in a way that wasn’t so mind-numbingly boring, you think, as you slip your way through the dark towards the coat check. Eager for the opportunity to cut the evening short, to be spared from the inevitable party after and the party after that, when all you wanted to do was change out of your slinky gala dress and heels and become one with your couch and a pint of ice cream.
You’re not particularly in the mood to be fucking anyone right now, but it’s not often you are anyway, and at least this means you can go home straight away after.
You slip your coat over your shoulders as you step out into the chill outside, breath fogging as you thumb back a quick affirmative to the page from work, an assurance you’re on your way to assist the hero in need, and tap at your screen until you’ve ordered an uber. Offering a smile to the doorman who stands vigil in the bright lights outside the venue entrance, curling your toes in your heels as the cold begins to set in around you.
It takes a minute but your car arrives, coming around the bend of the drive as the headlights cut over your form, and you shiver in gratitude when you slip into the backseat and find it toasty warm. You confirm the address with the driver, pointedly ignoring the intrigue plain in his voice when he pulls it up and sees your destination, because you’re used to just about every reaction to your profession by now.
Sex work is a polarizing thing in the simplest of circumstances and what you do goes a bit beyond even that. Most people don’t understand why you do it - why you offer your body to satiate the needs of compromised heroes - but you think they don’t actually give a damn that the pay is fantastic and the benefits are killer and that there’s nothing more degrading to you about offering your body in this way than any other type of service a person can provide. They never seem particularly interested in your explanations when you offer them, choosing instead to sit back and make contemplative sounds and judge you behind the veneer of distant politeness.
You don’t give a shit, truly, so when the driver makes a quiet huff when the destination pops up on his phone, you barely even hear it. Focused instead on logging into your work app on your phone as the car hits the freeway, wanting to know as much as possible about what you’re walking into before you actually do.
Between the prevelance of sex frenzy quirks and the apparent constant human desire for chemical compounds to inspire the same, you find yourself plenty busy at your work. The quirks seem like they’ve gotten intense over time and the chemical compounds definitely have, to the point now where if a hero is hit with one and isn’t able to find a specific kind of release within a certain period of time, they can face real, catastrophic harm that the hero agencies and society at large are eager to avoid.
You scan through the file that was attached to the text message alerting you to your assignment and nod to yourself when you see the listed compound - a long, drawn out scientific name you never managed to learn to pronounce - but one with which you have ample experience. It’s a routine compound, well-studied and known, and it means all you’ll have to do to satisfy your assignment is some good old fashioned intercourse with whatever poor bastard was unlucky enough to get sprayed with the stuff late on a Saturday night.
Nothing weird required, which you find a bit of a relief. You’re down for weird, and it’s often part of the job, but all you can think of as the car finally pulls up to your work building is of the Netflix dramas waiting for you when you finally get home, and you’ll take an easy win when the universe deems appropriate to offer it.
You slip out of the back of the uber, rating the driver five stars though you don’t think he really earned it, and shiver as you trot up to the dark doors of the building. Breath fogging up in the air, goosebumps prickling down your arms as you regret, not for the first time that night, your choice of dress for the evening. The satin of your dress clinging your frame with thin straps over your shoulders and a fur shawl draped across your back and over your elbows had seemed both a little old fashioned and a little scandalous in a very fun way when you’d picked it out last week, sending selfies to coworkers who had insisted you wear it, but it does nothing to protect you from the biting chill in the air now, and your teeth chatter together helplessly as your heels click on the concrete.
The front doors are lit by a single security light overhead, looking, honestly, sketchy as hell, as you press your clutch against the key reader beside the door and the card buried deep in there somewhere registers with a flicker of green light. The door unlocks and you tug it open, stepping through the threshold and following the faint light from the elevator bay across the foyer and around the corner. Knowing the layout like the back of your hand from both your years in this job and from the frequent late night calls you get bringing you here after hours.
The perverts like to strike heroes after dark, you’ve found, and that just about figures.
You punch the number for your floor as the elevator doors close, body warming on the ambient air as you scrub a distracted wrist over your chest where your nipples have peaked beneath the silky fabric, still scrolling the case file on your phone. There’s details from the incident, the time and location of the attack, how long you have to work until the hero is in dire straights, and you’re honestly feeling pretty optimistic about the odds of you finishing the night with a pint of Rocky Road when your eyes land on the name at the bottom of the file and all of the goodwill you’d felt gifted by the universe sucks out of the elevator like a vacuum into space.
Bakugo Katsuki - Pro Hero Dynamite
You’re alone in the elevator as it climbs so you don’t bother to stop the messy mix of a sigh and a groan that falls from your lips as you scroll your screen up and down a little to be sure you didn’t miss something.
You’ve never worked with him before but that doesn’t mean you don’t know him. Everyone knows him. His power out in the field is matched only by the flaring edge of his cutting personality and you’d considered yourself lucky for having never crossed paths with him. He’s never even been to your agency, as far as you know, maybe because no one had ever dared to try something as degrading as an unstoppable sex quirk on a hero so explosively tempered.
Well. He’s here now, you think, chewing on your lower lip as the elevator continues to climb.
It’ll be fine. It’ll be fine because it always is, the appropriate security measures are in place to be sure no harm comes to you even when offering yourself to a hero as volatile as him. You brace yourself for the inevitable anyway, as the elevator finally reaches your floor high up in the building, because you’re just...not everyone’s cup of tea.
Most heroes are too far gone to care by the time you enter the room, too eager for the promise of relief from the stifling cloud of arousal and panic pulsing through their veins in equal measure, to make any sort of real judgements about your appearance.
It happens, though, sometimes. Sometimes you come through the door and see the twist of their features as they see that you’re not the perfectly sculpted model your agency promises on the glossy brochures.
You’re curvy and usually, it suits you just fine. You like the shape of your own body, the thickness of your hips and the curve of your waist, the weight of your breasts and the plush of your skin, but you can’t help but notice the disappointment that colors the expressions of some heroes when you enter the room, too far gone to care to school their face into something more polite.
It’s a part of the job you don’t love but it happens rarely enough that you don’t need to get used to it. Able to compartmentalize that little hurt the few times it happens, to put on a smile, and to take care of the hero in need the way you’ve been brought there to do.
Still, though. Your hopes for a gracious acceptance of offered assistance are thinned to the point of breaking when you see that your client for the night is Bakugo fucking Katsuki.
You’re met by a lab assistant when you step off the elevator, someone new whose name you haven’t yet committed to memory, and you can’t miss the lift of their brows when they take in the outfit you’re in as your heels click across the tile towards them. As they catalogue the way the satin slips over your skin and clings to the curves of you.
“I know, I know,” you tell them, waving a hand. “I was at a thing. How is he?”
That’s what matters, what the both of you are here for, and it seems to shake her loose a little. She shakes her head and sputters an apologetic little laugh, handing you a physical file and keeping pace with you as you make your way down the fluorescent-lit hall towards the room at the end of it and to the right. The room where you see all of your clients.
“Uhm,” she says, a little breathless as she struggles to keep up with you. “He’s okay. Pretty agitated, but I think that might be normal for him.” You snort softly as your eyes scan the file in your hands and she continues on. “The compound appears to be affecting him in the standard way - elevated heart rate, increased perspiration - lowered speech inhibition - ”
You come to stand before the door to your room, flipping the pages of the file to see if you missed anything, and you cut the girl beside you a look when you see she’s stopped at your side and clasped her hands in front of her. Like you’re not the only one unsure what’s going to wait for you on the other side of that door and damn if that doesn’t ease the little trill of nerves in your belly any.
“How long do I have?” you ask, and it makes her startle as she pulls her wrist up to her face and checks her watch.
“Uhm,” she says again, doing some mental math. “Thirteen minutes until he hits the red zone.” When the compound is going to turn on his body if he doesn’t satisfy it, she means.
You let out a tight sigh. That’s...not ideal.
“Yeah,” she says, having the decency to sound a little apologetic. “He, uh. Resisted being admitted, I’m told. Pretty strongly.”
“Super,” you mutter to yourself, flashing her a flat smile and handing her the file, because he doesn’t have much time before his cells start to self-destruct and as much as you’re dreading whatever waits for you on the other side of the milky white door, you know that society can’t lose a hero like him. There are times when your job is something much bigger than you as a lone person, and this is one of them.
So you gather your strength and the fur shawl draped over your elbows, and let yourself into the room.
The room is familiar to you, having spent nearly as much time in it as you have your own bedroom in your apartment, and the sight of it has the knot of tension in your chest loosening just a touch as you let the door shut softly behind you. Letting your eyes drift across the room to ground yourself, taking in the muted, neutral colors, the couch and chairs on one end of the room and the expansive bed in the other. Lit by yellowed lamplight and covered in soft things, throws and pillows and furs, in a meager attempt to provide some comfort to the heroes who feel their hearts beating out of their chests and typically possess a very distinct awareness of their impending demise.
He’s standing in the center of the room, still dressed in the base layer of his hero uniform. Arms folded over his chest with apparent displeasure, the gauntlets you’re used to seeing him in thankfully absent from his look. Still practically smoldering from the fight, soot slashed dark over the exposed skin of his throat and up the side of his face. He smells like gunpowder and blood, though you don’t see any on him, and when his eyes track your entry into the room, he glares.
You expected as much and move slowly. Deliberately, as you let the door slip shut behind you and hear the lock turn. Glancing up out of habit to the cameras stashed in every corner of the room and seeing the familiar, comforting green blink there. You’re not alone with him here, not really. Not as alone as you feel, at least, as you take in the size of him. Standing in the middle of your room like he’s more animal than man, his eyes hard garnet as they track you walking slowly across the far wall of the room.
He doesn’t make a move towards you, not even when you know the compound is coursing thick in his blood and making every ounce of him crave you, so you let yourself turn slowly to face where he’s standing, leaning back to rest against the waist-level cabinets along the wall behind you. To level with him, while you still have him in his right mind. He seems the type to appreciate that.
“Good evening, Dynamite,” you say, schooling your voice to something steady and practiced. Something soothing and grounding, something sure for the hero to cling to when the world feels like it’s shifting beneath their feet. “I’m sorry we couldn’t have met under different circumstances, but I’ve been brought here to help.”
He says nothing but you see his jaw work even at your distance. A grind of teeth you feel in the tension in the air between you. You look to the clock ticking on the far wall, a rhythmic reminder that you don’t have any time to waste, so you skip your usual pleasantries and lay it on the table.
“Do you know why you’re here?” you ask, and he scoffs. Rolls his eyes, bright like blood behind the dark shred of his eye mask, and he cuts you a look so withering you feel it on the surface of your skin like prickles of ice.
“I know why I’m fuckin’ here,” he says.
You’ve only ever heard him in interviews on television and aren’t prepared for the gravel of his voice. How it drops from his lips and drags across the ground on it’s way to where you’re standing. It makes the hairs on your arms stand, and you cross your arms over your chest. Mirroring him as he watches you with barely concealed distaste. Though, you think, that might just be his face.
“Good,” you say. “We don’t have much time before the compound starts to turn, so we should begin. You were briefed on the conditions of my service, correct?”
No use of force from either participant. Protection will be provided and must be used. The room will be monitored and any infraction of these rules will result in immediate detention, regardless of the medical consequences.
His mouth is a downturned slash on his face as he watches you. Playing at unimpressed, if annoyed, as if you can’t see the sweat glistening in the hollow of his throat in the low light.
You’ve been in the job long enough to know what he’s feeling, and in spite of the edge of his tone with you, you find yourself feeling for him a bit as you push yourself up and to your feet. Slipping the fur over your forearms and leaving it on top of the cabinets as you cross the room slowly towards him.
It’s a delicate and essential line to tread, this portion of the encounter. It’s the most dangerous to you, when the hero is typically so blind with arousal that they can scarcely breathe while still chained by whatever propriety remains in their heat-addled mind. It can make even the most trustworthy of heroes lash out, that stewing, gripping mess of internal conflict, and you don’t consider Bakugo Katsuki to be particularly trustworthy.
You approach until you’re stood before him, your eyes only reaching the level of his chin even in your heels, and you suppress a shiver at the blister of his gaze when his eyes meet yours, then rove lewdly down your form. Not bothering to hide it, his eyes lingering on the flirt of your cleavage, on the cling of satin to your hips, and you watch, in the low light of the room, as his pupils expand like a drop of ink into a pool of dark blood.
His arms uncross over his chest, haltingly, like it’s taking considerable effort, until he curls his hands into fists on either side of his thighs. He breathes out through his nose, snorting almost like a bull, and you can feel the conflict radiating from the tight, coiled lines of his body. Holding himself back from you not for any worry for your virtue, you think, as much as he is for his distaste with the entire process.
Regardless of the reason, the pressure of making the first move typically falls to you, so you’re accustomed to the thrill you feel tickle up your spine, nerves mixing with something a little darker, when you slowly lift a hand and bring it to curve around the strength of his bicep. Stepping closer, your eyes trained carefully on his. Watching, for any sign he’s about to explode, to lose control, but finding only the sharp flint red of his gaze and the hard grit of his jaw as you step deliberately into his space.
You breathe out through your lips to steady yourself, your skin prickling with some distant feeling of being in the presence of a predator, and then you say, “Touch me, Dynamite.”
Air rushes from him like you punched him in the solar plexus, his nostrils flaring just from your words, and you see his hands flex tight at his sides before they lift. Slowly, in a jerking motion, like he’s grappling within himself to maintain control, but any ounce of awkwardness evaporates the moment his hands meet your hips.
He grunts, a low, rich sound, as his hands slide over the satin of your dress and settle over your body on what feels like instinct. An arm curving around your waist and tugging you close as one of his hands spreads over the base of your spine.
Your heart spikes in your chest, the initial thrill of contact known to you from your years in this role but there’s something else, here, too. Something that has your lungs gripping tight and your hands coming up between you to rest on his chest to keep yourself steady as your entire body ripples on a curling tendril of heat you feel beneath your skin.
He’s fever hot where you’re pressed against his chest. To be expected, considering the compound, but it has sweat prickling beneath your arms as you draw in a shaky breath and pull back to look up at his face. Needing to see him, to try to read him as his broad hands grip so tightly at your body they’ll leave the faint smudges of bruise.
This close, the sight of his face makes your breath catch. Staring up at him a little helplessly, gripped tight between his hands as he looks down at you with eyes that cut, the masculine edge of his jaw clenched tight beneath the skin stained dark with soot from a battle. He looks wild, a far cry from the polished images you’ve seen of him plastered over magazine covers, and you feel caught in his gaze as he tugs you tight against his chest. As his lips part and he wets them, breathing a little heavy, like he’s winded just from looking at you.
You can’t see the clock with how he’s holding you, but you know you don’t have time. You swallow heavily, heart kicking in your chest when you find your mouth strangely flushed with saliva, and you reach between the two of you. Your hand drifting down his chest until your palm smooths over the hard ridge beneath his suit over his abdomen.
He lurches softly, his lip lifting in a silent snarl, breathing out ragged when your palm curls around the heavy girth of his cock beneath his uniform and squeezes. You feel an answering pulse from somewhere deep in you, a hollow little aching clench, and a rush of light headedness takes you when you realize that you’re feeling it, too. That you’ve begun to tremble in anticipation same as he is as his hands tighten sharply around your waist.
The motion jostles you lightly, tugs you against his chest again, and it causes the strap of your dress to slip. Slipping off your right shoulder and down and his eyes jerk to the bared skin of your chest as he wets his lips again on a shuddering sound.
You can feel the air rush over you as the fabric slips lower, shivering when you feel your nipple pebble and peak where the fabric over it has begun to pool, and you watch as his pupils expand like a depth charge. A rush of black, pulsing hard, as his lips form around the word fuck that hangs heavy in the air betwene you.
You’re grateful for his arms around you, a little worried it’s the only thing keeping you upright as you feel your blood heat. Gripping at his cock through his suit, needing to move this along as the clock ticks ever steady on the wall. Wanting to, you realize, your heart beating up somewhere tight in your throat.
You tilt your face towards his. A dangerous game to play but unable to stop yourself, reaching a hand towards an open flame, touching your nose beneath the line of his jaw.
“Want you, Dynamite,” you confess on a whisper. Low enough that the cameras won’t pick it up but your entire body flushes with heat regardless. Shivering at the thrill of realizing that you do, somehow.
He curses lowly and turns his face to yours so fast that you collide, bone knocking softly against bone, and your mouth drops open on a quiet gasp only to moan softly when he reaches up between you and takes your chin between his fingers. Gripping either side of it tightly, growling low in his chest when he guides you to him.
Your fingers grip tight in his suit at the first taste of him. A curtain of heat washing over you when the touch of his mouth to yours isn’t bruising and hard but open and wet. Teasing, as he pants against your mouth. Nipping at your lower lip as he holds your face in place by your chin, his tongue touching to yours in a heated slip that has you shivering against him.
You squirm, feeling a little breathless, and it makes you shift against him. Makes his thigh slip between yours and your hips to slot together, and he grits out a wounded sound as his hand on your lower back slips down and grips tight at the curve of your ass.
You gasp, head tilting back on a soft groan as the broad of his hand squeezes tight at the fat there, and he makes an answering sound as his mouth abruptly leaves yours and he ducks down to nip hard at your neck.
His other hand joins his first, slipping down your back and gripping at your ass, and you groan in breathless tandem as he jerks your hips against his. As he grinds you together, pressing the hard bulge of his clothed cock against your belly, panting as he palms roughly at the flesh of your rear.
“Fucking christ,” he mutters against your neck, sucking over your pulse, and your hands lift between you to touch heavily at his suit. Feeling blindly for a zipper or closure, panting into the open air as his teeth close around the skin of your throat and his hands clutch at your ass tight enough to push all the air from your lungs.
There’s no time. Even in your mind that’s begun to dip into hazy heat, you know there isn’t time for this. That he needs to be inside of you, to find his release, or risk the compound going toxic in his blood and it shoves you headlong and forward. Your mind reeling, gone stupid already with some strange, intoxicating desire, as you finally find a seam and manage with some effort to pull his cock out through the slit in the fabric.
He hisses against you at the first grip of your palm around him. Loud and angry sounding beside your ear as one of his hands leaves your ass and comes around the front of your body. Finding your breasts where they’ve become exposed, your dress dipping low down your sternum. Gripping them tight, a possessive, tight hold that has your back arching and your hand clenching tight around his cock as you begin to work it in your palm.
Your fingers barely close around the girth of him and it makes your lungs hitch, your breath thickening at the sharp pulse you feel between your legs at the promise of it as you work him in your hand.
He’s fever hot and drooling steady prespend against your wrist, silken and rigid in your fist as you begin to pump your hand. Knowing that this, a release like this, won’t be enough to get him out of the woods, but will be enough to take the edge off. To give him more time before he’s in danger of harm.
“Wanna fuck you,” he slurs against your throat as his palm drags rough over the pebble of your nipple and makes you shudder. Sounding out of his mind, the compound undoubtedly at work loosening his lips as his inhibitions begin to slip. “Gonna ruin you, gonna fuckin’ ruin you on my cock, so fucking - ”
He pinches your nipple between his thumb and forefinger, a little sharp and cruel, and it makes you moan. Makes your head tip back and your hips to stutter helplessly forward as you pump his cock and encourage him with breathless whispers that don’t make sense even to your own delirious ear.
You’re wet, you realize. Soaking the panties beneath your dress, a drip of slick rolling down your inner thigh, and it’s as if he can sense it, because he breathes out in a rush and his hand on your ass grabs at your dress and yanks it. Jerks it up and over your ass, catching on the curve of it, before his hand slips back over the round globes of your cheeks and delves in. His cock lurching in your hand, spitting hot prespend out when his seeking fingers find you soaked between your thighs.
“Want you to, please - ” you breathe, senseless, keening when his fingers press deep into the soft flesh of your thighs and find your soaking center. Dragging roughly through the slick of your folds before slipping inside of you.
Heat cracks over you like an electric bolt, scorching you, making your voice break as two of his thick fingers fill you up tight. Squelching as they slick into you, making your eyes roll back in your head at the snug press of them deep in your cunt.
“Want your cock,” you babble, the words coming from you without thought, without reason, because the fact that his cock is sliding hot and wet and rigid in your fist and not pressing inside of you is suddenly unbearable. “Oh my g-god, I - Dynamite - ”
His thumb brushes at your clit, a wet, firm stroke as his fingers bury deep, and you feel his entire body go stiff as he comes. His cock kicks in your grip as he does, lashes of feverish spend coating up between you both. Burning your skin, making you clench helplessly down around his fingers that are still pressed in you to the hilt.
He moans through gritted teeth, ragged sound as the compound surges in his blood, and you feel his body shudder against yours as you work him through the ripples of his release.
You stand there for a moment, breathing heavy together in the dim lamp light of the room, and it’s only then that you realize you didn’t even take a single step with him. Still standing there in the middle of the room with his hands buried in your cunt, his cock spitting the last of his release up over the rumpled satin of your dress.
You manage to find the clock on the wall and let out a shuddering breath of relief because there were minutes to spare. The reality of that, that you were moments from failing, from him crumpling to the ground in agony sobers you a touch. Has your fogged up mind clearing a little as you lift his head from where his forehead had fallen to your shoulder with your hands on his cheeks, murmuring to him when he snarls silently at the touch on some sort of instinct.
“Come on,” you urge him. Winded and breathless, nodding when he picks himself up a touch and his eyes meet yours.
He looks drunk, looking down at you. His cheeks flushed and shiny with sweat, the compound coursing through his veins even if momentarily abated. You reach up with a shaky hand to where his eye mask has lifted from his cheek, and when you pull at it, he doesn’t stop you.
You drop it to the floor once it’s free and allow yourself to look at him, as he holds you close and breathes like he’s just fought for his life.
He’s...stunning. There’s no other word for it as you touch gently at his jaw, whimpering when he straightens himself up and his fingers slip wetly from your sex. Smeared with soot, with eyes wide and burning deep with need, he looks as if he would devour you whole. Some distant part of you needs to commit it to memory, the broad strength of his body, the handsome planes of his face, and you find yourself staring a little helplessly. Your head tilted back to look up at him, his arm tight around your waist the only thing keep you from crumpling to the floor.
He’s hard, still, in your hand, leaking and silky hot and that’s what stirs you from your reverie.
You wet your lips and shake your head lightly. Feeling like you’ve lost yourself somewhere, not recognizing this version of you as slick beads between your legs from so little touch from his hands.
“Come on,” you tell him. Voice coming out a whispered rasp. “We’ve got to - the bed, you’ve got to - ”
What matters now is keeping him safe. Keeping him whole, neutralizing the toxin in his blood, and to do that, he needs to find his release inside of you. To fill your cunt with his cum.
He nods after a moment, his breathing ragged and deep from his chest, growling almost as he looks down at you and his eyes linger and catch on your breasts. He huffs softly, an unconscious sound, and then he reaches low and scoops you up into his arms.
You gasp, squealing when your center of gravity swims, but he simply walks three steps and deposits you onto the flat surface of the bed. No romance in the action but no malice either, watching as your body lands on the mattress, his eyes hot and dark on your breasts as they bounce freely with the motion.
He comes to stand between your legs where your thighs have spread over the bedding, and the sight of him looming over you, knocking your knees open as he gets close, has your head pressing back against the bed on a soft groan.
He’s ready for you, again. Still, really, still aching hard and leaking, his cock an angry red and shining in the low light with the steady spill of prespend down its length, and you gather your dress up around your waist. Nodding to him, swallowing heavily. Feeling your gut clench in anticipation as your eye lingers on the heavy girth of his cock, feeling over your head blindly for the condoms you know they have splayed over the sheets.
Your fingers find one finally, a little foil square, and you drop it to the bed beside your hip as you draw your knees up. Exposing yourself to him, feeling the cool air catch on the copious slick coated between your thick thighs. Shivering when you see his eyes drift over your sex and linger there, his mouth dropping open to breathe from deep in his chest at the sight.
“Here,” you tell him, patting at the condom wrapper resting on the comforter beneath you. “You can - you - oh - ”
Your voice stutters when his palms smooth over your thighs and he tugs you closer to the edge of the bed. Closer to him, closer to his leaking, aching cock.
His eyes travel over you as his hands slide up. Gripping at the meat of your thighs before slipping up to your belly. Gathering the soft slip of your dress where it’s bunched there and pushing it up farther until it rests just below your breasts. Exposing all of you to the air, to the heated touch of his gaze, save for the small bunch where the fabric of your dress is gathered just over your ribs.
He wets his lips as his hands begin to roam over you. His pupils blown out, eyes dark as one of his palms curves around your breast and the other drifts lower to palm at your belly.
“Christ. Fuckin’ - look’t you,” he mutters, like he doesn’t realize he’s saying it. “So fuckin’ - gorgeous - ”
The words make you flush hot all over, because this particular compound makes the victim’s lips looser, but it doesn’t make them lie. Whatever you hear spilled from the lips of affected heroes as they battle against the toxin is the truth, their truth, even if they’d never speak it aloud in their right mind.
You have just a moment to suck in a surprised breath before he leans his body down over yours and his mouth closes around your right breast. Sucking your nipple into his hot mouth and making you keen softly, your legs spreading to let him in as he settles his weight over you.
His hands continue to move over you. Greedy, as he sucks at your breast, then pulls off to nip softly at it. Parting his lips, wet and heated over that tender skin as his other hand feels at your belly. At the thickness of you there, the plush of your skin and your weight, and he moans softly against you as he feels you. Sounding almost overwhelmed as his other hand spans over the width of your thigh and grips at it.
His face begins to travel down, smearing his saliva down over your sternum before he begins to nip and suck at your belly. Nudging his nose against it, his brows drawing down on his face, his eyes squeezed closed as he pants lightly. Getting his hands around your waist and squeezing, feeling how you squish and move between his hands, and he groans quietly at the feeling. Sounding like he’s drowning in the plush of your body, drunk off the luscious richness of it.
It’s all you can do to lay there beneath him. Your skin whisper-sensitive, every hair on your arms standing on end as he lavishes your body with praise in the form of wet, reverent smears of his lips. Whimpering his name, your hands itching at your sides to bury themselves in his hair but terrified of breaking whatever spell he’s under, because the compound usually makes heroes frantic. It doesn’t make them do this.
He curls a hand around each of your thighs and presses his face against the underside, below your knee. Tasting at your skin, squeezing the meat of you there. Muttering to himself, so softly that you miss most of it. Feeling like you’re swimming in your own body beneath him, your blood heating slippery and thick with arousal, with want, aching hollowly at your center for the press of his cock into you. Hazy and drifting, the cameras in the corners of the room for your safety gone from your mind, wrapped up entirely in this devotion he is pressing into every inch of your bared skin.
“Never,” he slurs against your knee, his fingers slipping down and finding your soaked sex, making you exhale shakily and open for him. “Never - seen a woman like you, fuckin’ shit, you’re - so - ”
His fingers slip again into your tight heat and the two of you groan in breathless tandem.
“Gonna feel you on my cock,” he murmurs, his eyes crimson black in the low light as he looks up at you from between your thighs. “Gotta feel you, gotta fuck you - gonna - devour you - “ He crooks his fingers and makes your back arch from the bed, the thick press of his fingers making your sex clench around him.
He turns his face against your inner thigh and begins to suck on the skin there. Catching it between his teeth, pulsing hard and drawing blood to the surface. A cruel hickey sucked into the skin, making you squirm beneath him and whimper. Throwing a desperate look over his body to the clock on the wall, willing your syrupy mind to calculate the time. To remember what you have left.
You can’t figure exactly, mind gone too slippery with desire, but you feel a hard kick of your heart in your chest and know that whatever time you have left isn’t enough. Fear is a strange sensation to you, in this room. A fear of failure, of what that would mean. Of the harm it would bring, and the touch of your palm to his cheek is the only thing that has his mouth popping off the skin of your thigh, a bruise sucked dark and brutal and wet there from his teeth and tongue.
“Inside,” you breathe. Your eyes locking to his and shivering at the intent you see there in his gaze. The possession. The promise. “I need you inside, please.”
He breathes through parted lips and you feel his cock against the crease of your thigh, then. Iron hot and firm, slicked and gliding against your skin, and your head reels as you realize, truly, that he’s held himself back from the one singular driving force in his body to do this. That he’s delayed his release, his salvation from the poison in his veins, to worship you. As if he had no choice, as if he isn’t the only hero in your years in this work to do anything but stick their cock in you the very moment you allow it.
He breathes heavy as he presses another soft nip to your inner thigh and then straightens up. His eyes staying locked to yours as he grabs the hem of his long sleeved top, the base layer of his uniform, and draws it up over his head in one smooth motion. Revealing a broad expanse of skin beneath, tanned and bunching with muscle, scarred and thick and devastating, that has you aching to reach out and touch.
He shifts himself closer, panting lightly through parted lips, his eyes looking possessed as he stays with you. He shoves at the waist of his suit, paws down at it until his cock bobs free, nearly slapping up against his abdomen when he pushes the tight fabric down his thighs and steps free from it.
You have to remind him of the condom when he presses close between your legs once more. Kicked free of his suit and bared to your eyes, miles of battleworn skin and muscle and bone, and he makes a frustrated, low sound when you press the foil packet into his palm that you feel in a pang deep in your gut.
“They’ll take you away if - ” you manage, your head tilting against the bedding as you look up at him. “The rules, you - have to - ”
He tears the packet with his teeth on another low sound and you can’t tear your eyes away as you watch him work it down the thick of his length. Slicking his fist over his cock once it’s done, then reaching for you again.
He taps on the side of your thigh, a soft pat of his broad palm, and it takes you a moment to understand that he’s encouraging you to scoot up, towards the center of the bed. It takes nearly all of your strength and he helps you. Hands on your waist, fingers sinking into the plush of you there as he works you up until he can kneel on the bed after you. Fitting himself between your knees, his eyes cutting to yours, ruby dark in the dim light.
He presses on the backs of your thighs. Opens you to him, makes you whimper softly at the rush of cool air against your soaked sex as he presses your knees towards your chest. Shuffling closer to you until the tops of his thighs bump against your ass, and you have one stifling moment to get lost in the fierce of his gaze before you’re throwing your head back and keening at the press of the fat head of his cock into your cunt.
He seats himself in you with a hard slot of his hips, breathing ragged as his hips clap softly into the cradle of yours. Sounding wounded as he fills you, his cock thick and heavy as he presses into every part of you. Fills you deep and true, pressing against parts of yourself you’d forgotten, making your eyes roll back in your head when he draws back and then forward again on a roll of his hips.
He shifts himself closer to you, breathing through parted lips, eyes like a knife’s edge as he spreads your thighs down over his and begins to move. Making you cry out, making you shake and moan, when he begins to fuck you.
The feeling drowns everything out. Pushes all the breath from your lungs, little desperate whimpers knocked from you with every slap of his hips to yours. He’s impossible inside of you, pressing deep and plugging you thick. Taking up every inch, making space within you with every rut against you. Filling you so tight you could burst, so full that you see lights floating in the edges of your vision as you cling to him and your voice breaks on his name.
The slap of skin on skin is lewd and echoing, wet and sloppy, and it makes your belly cinch up tight. Makes a honeyed sort of spark light up your spine as you realize you’re leaking all over him. Making a mess of the bedding, your body opening to his again and again. Taking him, wanting him, begging for every ounce he has to give to you as he lays claim to you.
His eyes rove over you and you feel them like a brand. You struggle to keep your eyes open, around every little moan he knocks from you, because seeing him like this is a drug. Watching the way his eyes track the movement of your body beneath his, feeling the grip of his hands on your breasts. Teasing your nipples peaked against his palm, rolling the weight of them in his hands. Groaning as he grips at your belly. As he feels it jostle with every rut of his hips, as he sees your body ripple and take him. Take the heavy plunge of his cock, the weight of his body against yours. As the wet, tight heat of you swallows his cock again and again. Squeezing him on every thrust, wanting, desperately, for him to find his release inside of you.
Through it all, he’s muttering. Rough growls of sounds dropping from his lips, “So fuckin’ perfect...look at you. Taking me like this - like you were made to - made for my cock, made for me - ”
Something comes over him, a dark look crossing his features, and it has him shifting against you. Quickly, all the sudden, like he’s chasing a feeling, and then he gets a hand on each of your legs. Presses his palms on the backs of your thighs, just behind your knees, and presses down. Folds you near in half as you moan and thrash weakly beneath him. Feeling him plunge deeper into your cunt like this, the hard press of his hipbone to yours grinding tight against your clit.
He puffs out a sound, a snort, and then you see something wild in his gaze and he begins to snap his hips to yours. Hard and fast, a steady, rhythmic slap slap slap slap that has you nearly wailing. Your back arching up off the bed because with you bent like this his cock is pressing against a part of you that’s making you see stars. That’s making your breath catch in your throat and your hands grip helplessly at the bedding around you.
You only have a second of warning, gone too far in your mind to a place of hazy, honeyed pleasure to recognize the clenching coil in your belly. Spiraling up through you like a knife, a slice of heat through you from root to tip, before your eyes are flashing open and you’re gasping, frantic, hands scrabbling, “Dynamite - ” as you begin to come.
Your back bows from the bed, a sound coming from you that you don't recognize as your pleasure spikes so bright in you that it feels like it’s taking something from you. Wringing you dry as your cunt pulses hard around his cock, greedy, hard clenches as your body uses him to ride out the waves of your release.
He fucks you through it. Winded, his hands gripped vice tight around your waist as he shoves you back onto his cock again and again. Gritting his teeth, growling low and deep in his chest when he feels you flutter around his cock. When he sees your head tip back and your eyes closed, your lips parting around breathless praise, and it only spurs him further.
His movements become more frantic, his grip around you tighter still, and it draws your eyes open from where you’d squeezed them shut. Finding his in the dim lamplight, barely able to resist reaching for his face. To touch and the tension you see in the corners of his eyes, the veins in his throat throbbing as his heart races, sweat glistening over his brow.
Your head tips weakly against the bed to the side, gazing up at him as he fucks you hard and fast, his thrusts deep and primal, and it’s when you nod to him, when you murmur, yeah, yes, give it to me - that he finally groans and goes rigid over you.
He sounds like an animal as he comes. A roar barely contained in his throat as his body locks tight over yours and you feel his cock jerking inside of you as he shoots off into the condom. Hot, thick lashes of spend that your gut aches for, that you chew your lower lip and try not to imagine filling you up instead, as you let out another weak groan and your body trembles beneath his.
Silence falls, after. The sounds of you breathing, ragged and rasped, as he holds himself up over you, looking down at your face as you shiver and shake beneath him.
It’s this way that you see him come back to himself. You watch, your heart beating so hard in your chest that it aches, as the haze that had clouded his expression since you’d first laid eyes on him begins to slowly clear. As you see him return to his body, the toxin of the compound in his blood thinning to nothingness, as he holds himself over you and breathes in deep, heaving pulls.
Your mouth drops open, wetting your lips when his eyes track the movement, and you almost reach for him. Wanting to comfort him, stupidly, like this isn’t your job, but then you flinch at the sound of the door to the room banging open, and are reminded, all at once, how these encounters always end.
Several people rush into the room, dressed in crisp white linens and holding a few pieces of equipment, and you and Bakugo separate without a word. Rolling away from each other, whatever spell had fallen over the both of you dissipating at the arrival of the agency staff. Trained medical personnel who rush past you and straight to Bakugo. Fussing over him, one nurse checking his eyes with a pen light while the other pricks his finger with a punch needle and carefully scoops a drop of his blood onto a test strip.
He grunts, “I‘m fine,” and barely tolerates it, his whole body going stiff as the group hovers over his nude form. Checking his vitals, asking him questions about the date and the prime minister that he answers a little rudely, an edge to his tone that you don’t recognize.
You lay there on the bed beside him. Breathing deeply, curled up on your side. Your hands working numbly to pull your dress back up over your chest and down over your waist as you watch them tend to him. Nerves a sudden bundle in your throat as you find yourself glancing to the clock again and again. Unable to remember what time you’d needed to make and more than a little mortified at your complete and utter lack of professionalism.
You startle softly when your eyes drop from the clock on the wall and return to him, because his eyes are on you. Watching you on the bed beside him as the nurses check his pulse and his breathing, an expression in his vermilion eyes you can’t quite place.
There’s nothing to be said, so you simply lay there and watch each other. Eyes searching for something in the other’s gaze, until one of the nurses holds up the test strip to the light and announces, “Clear,” and the collective tension rushes from the room.
You did it, then. Nothing left to do but gather yourself, which you do more slowly than usual. Your body aching in a sweet way, the way that makes you want to press on a bruise, and when you finally make it to your feet, you find your knees pathetically wobbly.
He dismisses the nurses from the room with an annoyed grumble, or tries to, because they insist on lingering. Watching him as he stands and begins to pull his uniform back on, one of them writing diligent notes in the paper file while another spouts off a continuous stream of aftercare instructions, telling him to go straight home and to rest, and to check with his primary care doctor first thing in the morning, to be sure none of the compound remains in his blood.
They insist on walking him out, agency policy to be sure he doesn’t collapse in the lobby or something, and you get the distinct pleasure of watching him incredulously reject a blanket to wrap around his shoulders, his face contorting in a look something like disgust at the offer.
They begin to usher him out, refraining from touching him when he cuts them a sharp look and repeats, for the tenth time, that he’s fine and doesn’t need any fucking help, but he pauses when he passes where you’re positioned yourself near the door. Waiting for them to clear him, to be sure he’s discharged and alright, and the feeling of him slowing as he passes you draws your eyes to his.
He’s giving you that look again. The one you can’t read, can’t decipher, a soft twist to his brow that doesn’t match the hard downturned frown of his mouth. He opens his mouth like he means to say something to you, then closes it. Looks you over one last time, a long, lingering beat of silence, then grumbles to the nurses, “Alright, get me the fuck out of here,” and goes.
You stay long enough to make sure he’s discharged without issue. It goes faster than normal because he’s such a bad patient, impatient with their continued poking and prodding and questions, and as you watch from across the lobby as they bring him to the front door, you can’t believe you’re finding him somehow charming, when before you’d been convinced he was just a colossal asshole.
The lab tech from before finds you a minute or two later, a little pep in her step as if she’s relieved you didn’t die in there, and, same, honestly. You answer her standard questions about your experience that go into internal review at the agency, eager yourself to get the night moving.
When you’re finally cleared to go, nearly another hour has passed and you find yourself stepping out into the dark outside the front of your building into the frigid night air.
You pull out your phone to order an uber home, tugging your jacket closer around yourself to stave off the cold, when the reflection of light off a surface catches your eye.
Your step falters, your heart beating behind your ribs, because there’s a car parked out front and running. Windows tinted dark, exhaust coming from the tailpipe, and every stranger danger story you’d ever heard making you want to turn and jog back to your building, to wait for your ride behind a secured glass door.
“You’re fuckin’ jumpy,” a voice says and you nearly tip over when you see Bakugo there, leaning against the rear passenger door of the car. So dark in his uniform that you hadn’t seen him, and relief and annoyance spike in your chest in equal measure as he pushes himself from the door and stands to his full height.
All you can think as your mind whirls, as you register that for some reason he’s still here, is that something is wrong and you find yourself trotting over to him on your stupid heels before you can think better of it.
“Is something wrong?” you ask, touching your fingers to the hollow of your throat. He looks alright, staring at you in the faint light from above the door of the building with a fairly unimpressed look. “Do you need one of the nurses?”
He huffs, scoffing. “I had my fucking leg sewn back onto my body last week, I’m fine. Christ.”
He scratches a hand over his head, through his hair, and you find your mind stalling a little.
“What...are you doing here, then?” you ask, your phone still gripped in your hand as your breath fogs in the air.
He looks at it, brows drawing at what he sees on the screen. “They make you work in the ass hours of the night and don’t get you home after?”
You shiver, standing before him. Confused and cold and more than a little tired. Not able to track this conversation or where it’s going.
“The train doesn’t run this late,” you say, because what else are you supposed to do?
He watches you for a moment and you have a second to realize that he’s nothing like you’d thought he’d be. Nothing like his reputation led you to believe he’d be. He’s calm as he stands before you, his hands shoved in the pockets of his suit. Looking at you with a discerning eye, even if his face is twisted in what seems to be a perpetual frown.
He mutters something you don’t quite catch, and he turns to car. “Agency’s making me take this fuckin’ thing home,” he says over his shoulder. “Worried I’ll drop out of the sky or some ridiculous shit. They’ll drop you off, too. Come on.”
Your brain jams like a stuck gear, watching as he opens the rear passenger door and looks at where you’re standing there looking at him like a deer caught in headlights. Because this doesn’t make any sense. No heroes do this, certainly not him. Certainly not the guy you’d been told over and over was the biggest asshole in the top 20 rankings.
He lets out a tight breath through his mouth when he sees you frozen in place. Annoyed, clearly. “You’re fucking shivering, I can see it from here. I’m not going to kidnap you, I’m a hero for fuck’s sake.”
It takes you a minute but you take a halting step forward, not sure how this is a trap but convinced it is, because nothing about it makes sense. But then he heaves a sigh like finally, and gestures for you to get in when you approach.
You slide over the leather seats and shiver instantly at the rush of warm air around you. Curling around you like a blanket, settling in your bones, and you barely hear the sound of him climbing in after you and shutting the door.
“Hey,” he calls, his voice a deep rumble in the dark. “Tell him your address before you go passing out.”
You do, telling the driver your apartment address and then repeating it back before you let yourself sink back into the seat. Shifting on your hip so you can look at him where he’s sat on the other side of the passenger bench, his elbow resting up on the windowsill of the door.
The car pulls away from your agency, the engine a soft purr as it’s steered out of the lot and onto the connecting road, and you allow yourself to relax when you see the driver turn in the direction that will take you home.
The ride passes in silence, and you simply watch him, because he doesn’t tell you not to. He stares out the window, chin propped up on his hand and ignores you, while you lean heavily against the seat and watch the street lights as they flash over him.
He looks every bit the hero that he is, like this. Doing something as mundane as sitting in the backseat of a car as the night passes in flashes of light and darkness. Taking up all the space in his seat, his body broad and thick, the line of his jaw sharp where it disappears into his hand. Dressed still in the base layer of his uniform, all dark, sleek fabric over his frame, and it’s easy for your eye to get lost in it as the tires whirr softly beneath the car and you sink into the feeling.
Later that night, you’ll let yourself into your apartment with bones that feel like lead and a odd feeling in your chest that will remain with you when you wake the next morning. Not sure exactly what happened or what it all meant, if it meant anything at all.
For now, though, you sit. Slumped against the leather seat of an overpriced town car, wrapped in your jacket and cozy from the warm air pumping in from the vents. Watching the lights flicker over the face of a man you don’t know, yet feel like you do, and try not to let yourself overthink the strangeness of that feeling and instead let yourself settle in. Giving into the exhaustion in your bones and the comfort you find in the steady hum of the tires on the freeway and the quiet, strong presence of him in the car with you. Just inches away from him that feel like an entire world, somehow, as the car drives you through the night and the moon shines bright and peaceful overhead.
IMAGINE- Waking up in your dorm room only wearing an oversized t-shirt and shorts, then going down to the common room not even noticing the stares that radiate from your crush.
Like- no, I wasn’t doing this to get your attention… or was I? ;)
Kirishima
“Ahh, g’morning guys!” You yawned, greeting everyone in the common room good morning. As you sat beside Mina on the couch.
“Good morning!” Mina exclaimed, giving you your daily morning hug. “Everyone else is still asleep, huh?” You ask, standing up to go get some water you didn’t realize that Kirishima just got up and was headed straight to the kitchen where you were reaching for a glass at the top shelf.
Now, he was a pretty chill guy, kind and even charming! but seeing you struggling to get a glass from the top shelf had him blushing like crazy.
Your t-shirt was rising nearly over your ass, and he could definitely see the shorts you were wearing. But then you finally got your glass and poured yourself a cup of water.
“Oh! Kiri, you scared me! Couldn’t you have made a sound before coming in here?” You laughed, putting the water jug back into the fridge. Nudging him a bit.
“Y-yeah! Sorry, uhm. I was just zoning out! That’s all” he laughed nervously, hoping that you wouldn’t sense how flustered he was.
“You sure about that? You’re pretty red right now, you okay?” You walked towards him, standing in front of him.
So close
He said mentally, cheeks turning redder than before. You squinted eyes at him, speculating that he wasn’t feeling well, until-
“Whoo! Well, uh- me and Bakubro are actually going out to train! So uhm, see ya’ around!” He quickly padded off out of the kitchen and dragged Bakugou with him outside the dorms.
Now, it was your turn to blush because of how adorable he was.
Bakugou
You just woke up, heading into the common room, greeting everyone a ‘good morning’
As you were yawning though, you had the tendancy to always stretch your arms up high before getting ready for the day.
And nobody else took notice of it, nobody else but observant little Bakugou Katsuki. He was looking at how your oversized shirt lifted just enough to see your abdomen. Even your cute shorts- Bakugou would give anything to die in those thighs.
You finished stretching your body and noticed how Bakugou was just staring at you.
“Well, good morning to you too! Care to not eye fuck me in the morning? I look hideous” you rolled your eyes, smirking a bit when you noticed how red his face was.
“Are you- ARE YOU BLUSHING? OMG WHAT DID YOU- You saw my shorts-“ you mischeviously smirked at him, which caused him to come to his senses and he quickly defended himself.
“Was not! Dumbass, I was zoning out! Get your stupid brain out of the gutter!” He finished with a ‘tch’ and walked outside of the dorms.
He’s definitely whipped for you.
Sero
You were hugging your pile of dirty clothes on the way down to the common area and a few of your tops fell out of the pile you were carrying.
“Stupid clothes! Can’t you just stay stacked up together! Why didn’t I bring a basket!” You huffed. Bending down to grab the fallen articles of clothing.
You however, were not aware of WHO was standing right behind you.
Actually, Sero was on his way down too! But he was behind you, taking his time since he saw you carrying a pile of clothes.
He made mental comments though, about how good you looked in that oversized shirt and tiny shorts. You were gorgeous.
And his day couldn’t be any better, he immediately lost his cool when you dropped a few of your clothes onto the floor and bent down to get them.
Mans was red i’m telling you! He respectfully looked at your juicy thighs, and your round butt, but he quickly averted his gaze when your peripheral vision caught sight of him behind you.
“Oh, Sero! You were going down too! I kinda need your help. Could you maybe get me a basket to hold these with?” You pleaded, his face was completely red!
“S-sure thing! Let me go get one right now” he quickly rushed around just to get you a basket, thank goodness you didn’t see him looking at you so intently like that.
Denki
You were sitting in the common area, legs crossed with your oversized shirt covering a little bit of your thighs.
Suddenly, Denki greeted everyone a bright good morning. He immediately saw you and thought to sit next to you.
You two were actually pretty close and pretty much best friends with each other.
“Good morning to you too! Kaminari!“ you said, looking to your side, you noticed that he was beside you staring down at your lap.
He honestly couldn’t help it, your thighs were just waiting to be squished. Ugh, he would shove his face in those thighs if he could- if you would allow him to.
He was snapped back into reality when he realized that you’ve greeted him a good morning too.
“H-hey! Yeah, good morning!” He nervously exclaimed, gulping and visibly trying not to look again.
“Denks, if you wanted to look at my thighs, you could’ve just asked to take a photo, that’ll last way longer than just imprinting it in your mind” you laughed jokingly at him, nudging him in the shoulders.
You then stood up and went to the kitchen to find something to eat.
He was shocked to even feel how hot and red he was.
“Denki, bro, you got a little uh-“ Kirishima said to him, pointing at his nose.
“O-oh! Uh, I’ll clean this up, no worries! I’m fine” he held a hand up to his nose to stop it from bleeding.
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Pulling down your skirt one more time, you smooth the wrinkle that keeps forming across the middle. Looking at the address, you see the huge complex ahead of you. What the fuck am I doing here?? has been methodically pounding through your brain since you stepped off the train at the station. Your stomach explodes into a mess of nerves, fear and excitement, you wonder who will be there when you get to his apartment. Definitely Dynamite, right? You bite your lip, you hope he’s one of the three. Taking a deep breath, you cross the street quickly, Mina still hasn’t texted back. You’re half-tempted to wait for her before going in, your stomach exploding with butterflies again just thinking of going up to the apartment. You can feel the wetness now rubbing between your thighs, you groan, maybe crotchless panties weren't such a good idea. What the fuck am I doing here?? runs through your brain again. It’s all fucking Mina’s fault, the fucking traitor. You appreciate her as a friend, she did get you the job at the agency and she’s been introducing you to all of your favorite heroes. She knows the ones you’ve got pinned on the walls of your apartment, the little minx. Your first few months had been going great, a few get togethers, drinks, dinners, you’d slowly been getting to know them all. Bakugou still scared the shit out of you, so making eye contact with him was next to impossible, but when you did, fuck, you could swear there was a glint in those crimson eyes. Everyone else had been so nice, nothing strange, well, until last night. “Fucking Mina,” you mutter for the umpteenth time. What the fuck am I doing here?? You know what happened and why you’re here. Thinking back, it was right when things were winding down last night, the last beers ordered.
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“(y/n), who is your favorite hero at the table?” Mina teased, six pairs of eyes landed on you.
“Oh, um,” your cheeks feel hot, you know your blushing, you jab Mina in the side.
“OW!” She laughs playfully.
“Come on, we know you gotta favorite,” Sero smiles, he takes a swig of his beer, his eyes landing appreciatively on your breasts.
Fixing your shirt, you feel stupid for wearing this button up top, it’s your favorite but you’ve been so freaked out with the new job you’ve been stress eating and everything’s a little bit bigger than usual. You look down, the adjustment only pulls on the button more, it looks ready to pop. You hear a chuckle from Bakugou, you look back up shyly, his piercing red eyes look ready to yank the button free. Reaching blindly behind you, your finger catches the small sweater you brought and you slide it on quickly, trying to pull it over you. You hear him clicking his tongue.
“Too pretty to hide those,” he hooks a finger in your sweater pushing it back off your shoulder. Your freeze, barely able to breath, did he just compliment your breasts? You decide to do nothing, leaving your sweater half-on, he smirks and goes back to drinking and talking to Todoroki. Grabbing a napkin you wipe your palms off quickly. You grab the cold bottle of beer and take a swig.
“So Mina told us a little story about you.” Kaminari says casually watching you give up on your sweater, his eyes twinkling.
Beer comes flying out your mouth as you spit on your blouse and the table, “oh shit!” You grab the napkin you were using a moment ago and wipe at the rapidly growing wet spot on your blouse, your pink bra now visible. You grab your sweater and pull it over yourself, this time ignoring the noises coming from Bakugou.
“Mina!” You hiss, pinching her. “What did you tell them!?” But you know, by the look in his eye, she told them the story. “That was not your story to tell!” You continue to seethe at her.
“What?!?” Mina grins at you.
“Friendship is something to be cherished,” Izuku says softly.
“You would say that Deku,” Bakugou snipes back rudely, “I don’t think they were cherishing her friendship though.” He smiles cockily, giving you the once over with his red eyes.
“Look (y/n), I’m sorry,” Mina giggles, “one thing led to another and it came out, what’s the big deal? It was just a foursome.” Mina pulls away from your pinching fingers.
Red blotches shine on your cheeks, you know you’re blushing so hard you want to cry, you cover your eyes. “Mina, you are saying things you don’t understand.”
“Then help us understand,” Todoroki’s voice is calm, soothing. You look up, his eyes are beautiful, you could get lost in their depths.
“Fine,” you look across the table, they’re staring at you expectantly. “I-I have four best friends,” you glare at Mina, “well three now.” She shrugs at you. Rolling your eyes, you look back at the group, “it was graduation and I was hanging with my three guy friends. We knew we were going our different ways and it was sad.” You shrug, “I was going to miss them. So we were watching a movie and it just happened.”
“Three men just happened?” Kiri whistled softly, “Mina are we best friends? Wanna watch a movie,” he laughed at her.
“Sure Kiri,” she winked, “anytime.” You smile looking down at your forgotten beer, that wasn’t so bad.
“So that was it, you never did another one?” Katsuki’s voice was softer, you notice his eyes are different.
“Well yeah, not really a lot of best friend scenarios these days for me, I just got here three months ago.”
“We’re your friends, aren’t we (y/n)?” Kaminari practically whines.
“Oh sure!” you gasp, “of course you are, sorry I didn’t mean to imply that you aren’t but, but, not like, I mean you’re all Pro-Heroes.” If possible you’re blushing harder
A quick exchange of glances shoot across the table, your mind starts to back pedal, you need to get out of this conversation quickly.
“So because we’re Pro-Heroes, it’s different?” Midoriya leans forward, his brows arched.
“No, I mean, well, not like you’d be into something like that with me, I mean, not a foursome but just me,” you slap your hand over your mouth, “I’m stopping now, I think I should go home.”
“Wait, wait, wait!” A multitude of voices ring out, Bakugou’s hand shoots out holding you.
“What if we were interested,” his voice husky, almost a purr. Chills race down your spine pooling in your stomach, you can feel yourself getting wet just from the tone of his voice.
“If you were?” You’re lost for a moment, a sweet feeling fluttering in your stomach. “I guess,” you look across the table. “I guess.”
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And now you’re pushing open the door to an expensive building, of course being a Pro-Hero for almost six years has its benefits. As you walk to the elevator, the slick between your legs is getting creamier, your thighs are rubbing easily with no friction. You wonder who will be there. You'd put your foot down, only three of them, they’d agreed. When you received the text with the address from Todoroki, you figured he was one. If it was possible you were even wetter now, you hoped he would be in front, sucking him while staring at those eyes, that, you smile, that would be a memory you would relish for a long time. Pushing the elevator button you enter in the password he’d sent. The car moves so quickly you lose your stomach for a moment, your head feels dizzy, it slows to a stop, the doors sliding open. Stepping out to a small landing you freeze, six pairs of eyes are staring at you.
“Oh,” you turn as the doors close, you realize it took you directly into his apartment. Todoroki jumps to his feet and gives you his hand guiding you into the living room. The place is amazing, spacious with huge picture windows, you’re sure you’d appreciate it if there weren’t six men staring at you so lasciviously. “Um,” turning you look back into a large kitchen, “where’s Mina and why are there six of you?”
“Not sure on Mina,” Todoroki offers you a seat on the couch, tugging your skirt down as far as it will go you sit, realizing too late that you’re dripping wet with crotchless panties on, you close your eyes, you can never move again, you’re sure you’ve ruined his couch.
“Are you okay?” Kirishima puts his arm around your shoulder, “you look scared baby.” He rubs your back gently.
“Well, there are six of you here and we agreed on just three.” An icy fear grips you that three are here to watch.
“We couldn’t decide,” Sero shrugged, “it started to get heated so we decided to let you choose.” Your jaw drops, you shake your head.
“No, no no, I can’t do that, I, I like all of you.”
“Well not that much, you only want three, so you need to decide,” Katsuki crosses his arms glaring at the others, he was clearly not in a good mood.
“I really can’t.”
“I know it’s not me,” Kaminari hops up, “I’m not usually on the list, so I’ll head out.”
“No wait!” You grab his hand as he walks by, of all of them he’d been the first one you’d loved, maybe not your favorite, but the first one that had touched your heart. “That - that time you took down shredder, the villain in that small town, your shirt was torn.” You blush smiling at him, “your chest was - was bare, you have, the pinkest nipples, are they really like that?” Your words tumble out of your mouth.
He’s transfixed, he can’t move, the look on your face. “(y/n) do you really remember that?”
“I do and all of you, I - I admit I have my favorites but all of you are in my ‘if I met them’ book.”
“What’s that?” Midoriya slides closer to you on the couch.
“Idiot, if I met them I would fuck them.” Katsuki stands, “so does that mean we’re all in on this?”
You gulp, swallowing the no that is rising in your throat, “yes.” You croak out.
“Last question then,” Midoriya's green eyes are now sparkling, “who goes when?”
Eyes darting around the room you spy a bowl of colored glass on the coffee table in front of you. “Here,” you pick it up and hand it to Todoroki, “everyone pick one out, take a picture with your phone, then I’ll choose them blindly.” They begin pulling out a stone one by one. “Rules,” you quickly look at all of them.
“Rules?” Sero chirps.
“Let her fucking talk asshole.” Katsuki nods to you. Taking a breath you begin.
“Rules, no phones or cameras, put them away, I see a phone or camera, it stops and I mean stops.” Feeling more confident, you stand, forgetting the small wet slick now on the couch. “Safety word is,” you pick up one of the colored glass pieces, “glass, if I say glass-”
“What if you can’t talk?” Todoroki tips his head.
“Right, okay, if I tap you in any way three times, foot, elbow, finger, you have to call out to the others glass for me.” Heads nod in agreement.
“Anything else, something you don’t like?”
“No, I’m good with everything.”
“Everything?” Katsuki repeats pointedly.
Your stomach clenches hard, biting your cheek you turn, lifting your skirt. Red lace crotchless panties hugging your plush curves, you reach behind and opening your butt cheeks you tap on a small butt plug. Turning quickly you lower your skirt again. “I’m prepped for everything.” The room is silent. Looking up you see Katsuki is leaning forward, jaw slightly open, a laugh escapes.
“Not a lot surprises me sweetie,” he stands up and cups your chin, kissing you, “but you just did.”
“Is that - that good or bad?”
“Very fucking good.”
“Hang on Bakugou, we’re fucking picking stones remember.”
“Fuck you, ever heard of foreplay idiot?”
You take a deep breath, it’s really happening. Your stomach explodes with anticipation, you feel the slick pooling now, a small drip escaping down your leg, you quickly press your soft thighs together to catch it before it travels much further. “Okay, I’ll pick a rock, here we go.”
“Wait,” Todoroki walks to a desk and pulls out a small scarf, “we don’t want you to cheat.”
“Cheat?” You huff, stopping as you realize he’s about to blindfold you. “Ah, oh, okay,” he gently puts the scarf around your eyes, tying the back. You feel his lips press into your shoulder, kissing you. Reaching in again you pull out the first rock.
“YES!” Twisting around blindly you recognize Kirishima’s voice. A hand palms your ass, “I know what I want,” his breath hot in your ear as he comes up alongside you. His hand slides down between your thighs, feeling the expanding slick, his fingers glide over your folds. “I’ve been smelling that sweet tang of your pussy since you walked in here, I want this little hot wet cunt in my face to start. I wanna taste you.” Your breathing is shallow now, you can barely think, the thought of his tongue deep inside of you making your heart race.
“Next one,” your voice squeaks as you pull another piece of glass, silence. Suddenly full lips cover yours, sucking hard, his tongue slicing through your mouth, hand squeezing your cheeks almost painfully.
“I want my cock buried deep in her as soon as you’re done.” Katsuki ‘s gruff voice rumbles into your mouth. Your knees feel weak, another gush from your pussy, you clamp your thighs together stopping the flow.
“Don’t,” his hand squeezes your cheeks tighter, shoving his leg between your thighs, “I wanna see that fucking cum dripping down your legs.”
“O-Okay.” Relaxing your thighs, you can feel the pooling drip tickling your skin. “Fuck, you’re such a good girl,” he purrs in your ear, his voice causing a riot in your body. His thick fingers slide up your thighs capturing the drip, you hear as he sucks on them slowly, slurping. “You may have picked the second best spot, Shitty Hair, she tastes really good.”
Hand shaking you grab another rock, lifting it in the air. A hand slides up your skirt tapping your butt plug. You whirl your head looking for the source of the light touch. “I want this right here,” Midoriya’s soft voice comes up behind you, his hands on your bare ass. “This is magical back here, I’m gonna play with this a little bit first.” His mouth tickles your neck as he twists the plug in your hole.
Gasping you lean back into him, his hands slide around you holding you up, “need help steadying yourself?” Izuku’s leg now moving in behind you pressing against your wet pussy. “You feel ready for us baby doll, can you feel how ready I am for you?” He rubs his hard cock into your back.
“Yes,” you whimper at the pressure against your clit.
“Pick more rocks (y/n),” Katsuki starts squeezing your nipples beneath your thin bra. Nodding you grab another rock, body trembling waiting for another one to approach you. His fingers are icy, immediately you know, it's Todoroki. His thumb presses into your mouth, fingers cupping your chin. He pushes down on your tongue firmly, saliva pooling in your mouth, you can feel it start to gather at the corner of your lips.
“I want this sweet mouth on my cock,” he watches as your saliva slips down your chin. “I think our sweet little girl has a nice throat where I can nestle my dick.” You feel the warmth of his lips on your cheek. “Pick between the last two rocks,” he whispers in your ear. You feel the two rocks and grab one. You hear laughing, Sero, a finger suddenly pushes into your pussy.
“Oh shit,” you jump, you turn towards his voice, “that scared me.”
“Kiri, man, wanna eat her out together?”
“Hell ya,” you can hear them thumping each other’s back. You groan loudly at the thought of two tongues.
“Looks like I’m last,” you can hear the disappointment in Kaminari’s voice.
“Kaminari,” your voice is shaking.
“Denki, (y/n), call me Denki,” you can feel him next to you, kissing your neck.
“Mmm, that's nice Denki,” Reaching out you can feel him, his thigh under your hand, walking your fingers up his leg you can feel his swollen cock straining against his pants. “I’m really good with my hands Denki,” you whisper, splaying your fingers against him, rubbing along the outline of his shaft.
“(y/n) baby,” he breathes against your skin, “I think I love you,” he sighs, you can feel him unbuttoning his pants.
“It’s time (y/n), time to be our own sweet little toy, you ready?” Katsuki’s voice in your other ear, hot tongue licking at your lobe. “I’m so fucking hard, I’m gonna burst just looking at you.”
“Mmm,” you nod, thoughts fleeting, the anticipation rippling through your body, you can’t take it, every nerve is alive waiting for them.
You’re not sure who is touching you but hands are tugging your shirt over your head, a hot mouth on your breast, sucking your nipple through your bra. You jerk at the touch, another hand pulling down your skirt.
“Appreciate the lingerie (y/n), what a nice touch.” Hands pulling off your bra and underwear as a thick arm wraps around your waist. Your arms being held tightly, you feel as your body is lifted and spun around, suspended, you hear Kirishima chuckle as he sets you down.
“Reach out.”
You hold out your arms feeling a soft blanket, your knees hit the ground.
“All fours baby girl,” you recognize Katsuki’s gruff voice. “And spread ‘em for Kiri, he looks like he’s gonna fucking die if he doesn’t get his tongue in you now.” Steadying yourself, you start to open your legs as hands grab at your soft thighs spreading you wide open forcefully, a thick tongue laps at your sensitive folds sliding all the way back to your butt plug. He takes the end in his mouth and tugs hard. You moan as you clench your ass sucking it back into your body.
“Fuck Midoriya, you gotta a nice surprise here.” Kiri moves back to your dripping wet cunt, licking slowly he sucks on your clit, causing a whimper to escape from your throat. His laughter causes vibrations that make your toes curl as he flicks his tongue playfully into your wet warmth. Another mouth latches onto your clit, sucking, you arch your back as the sweet familiar ball that pulses against your clit expands in your belly.
“Ung,” you gasp as a hard dick slaps your face, the tip running across your mouth, precum smearing over your lips. Smiling you know it’s Todoroki, licking your lips, you open wide, hanging out your tongue.
“Sweet fucking toy, what a good girl,” his voice cool as he pushes the tip into your mouth but you can hear the slight tremor under the calm. Wrapping your lips around the tip, you suck greedily, flattening your tongue rubbing against his sensitive skin. His fingers dig into your hair, “fuck, (y/n)” Todoroki grits through his teeth.
Rough wet fingers begin pinching your nipples, twisting them, you jerk from the sudden jolt, the intense ball curling tighter until it pops. Your cry muffled around the cock in your mouth, your walls clenching, cum runs into Kiri’s mouth. You hear him groan as he drinks you into his mouth.
“You cum already?” Katsuki’s voice is husky, tongue sweeping around your ear again, sucking at your earlobe. “I like how sensitive you are.” Your body shudders as every part of you is under assault, the tremor of your orgasm barely calming as the next one begins to build.
The tongue in your pussy is so fucking deep now, you have to concentrate to focus on the dick in your throat, swallowing again. Eijiro’s thick finger joins his tongue, curving into your spongy warmth finding your spot. “E!” you scream around Todoroki’s dick. Eijiro starts laughing, flicking and thrusting harder. Sero, still tonguing your clit, uses his teeth to start nibbling gently. The intense feeling shoots up through your body, walls clenching as you can feel your orgasm already peaking.
“(y/n)” Denki’s voice now close to you, he tugs on your arm. Balancing yourself you reach out, you feel Denki thrust his dick into your hand, cool lube dripping down your fingers. Taking his shaft in your hand, you breath in deep, focus (y/n)! Your mind wants to melt away in the pleasure coursing through your body. Rubbing your thumb over the tip of his cock, your fingers slip over the top, letting them all slide firmly down, until the tip hits your palm, you pull back up.
“(y/n)! That feels so fucking good!” You smile as Denki squeezes your arm, letting you sweetly torture his cock.
Cold lube begins to drip into your ass, you clench at the feeling. You’ve been mentally preparing for this, fuck, the cock in your throat sliding deeper, the tongue on your clit, fingers on your nipples, dick in your hand. You’re ready to explode any moment. Fingers tug at the plug, pulling gently, just enough that it emerges halfway. Your groans loud now, salvia slipping down your chin, Izuku slams the plug back in your ass. Everything comes apart, eyes rolling back, your walls clenching on the tongue shoved deep, you scream around the cock. Todoroki slams himself into your throat, his hand holding your head.
“You got it baby girl, take me, I know you can.” He gently strokes your cheek as he pushes deeper. “Take me in your throat.” Obediently you open your throat, you can’t breath, tears soaking the scarf, some now slipping down your cheeks, your walls flutter as another wave rips through you. The mouth on your pussy latching on, drinking every drop gushing from your body, tongue coaxing you through your orgasm.
“Aaa!” You cry out around Todoroki’s cock, but he grabs your hair and shoves you deeper onto his dick. Sliding down into your throat you instinctively swallow, his deep growl and clenching fists in your hair make you smile.
“(y/n) do that again,” Shoto’s voice is losing control now, shaking with need.
“It’s fucking time Kiri, get the fuck out of the way, our good little girl needs to be fucked deep.” You feel Katsuki’s dick on your back, as he bounces it off of you. “Deku, you can take our little toy in the ass, while I fuck her.”
“Hey I wanna still suck on her,” you hear Sero whine.
“Go to her other hand Sero, fuck me, she’s got good hands,” Denki’s shivering as your hand now pumps his cock, thumbing the tip.
Another cock, your lightheaded, another cock in your hand. You reach down cupping Sero’s balls trying to keep yourself from passing out. Unable to breathe, you suck harder, squeezing Todoroki into your throat. Pulling back, he gasps spurting hot streams of cum into your mouth. You suckle him, swallowing every drop.
“Good girl,” he coos, “that’s right,” yanking your head up by your hair, “show me your mouth,” he commands. Coughing and sucking in your breath sharply, you open your mouth, tongue hanging out. He grips your tongue, saliva and cum streaming on the floor. “How do you feel?” His voice is soft, he thumbs your tongue as another pool of saliva drips to the floor. You nod, sucking on his thumb. Chuckling he rubs your cheek gently, you feel his lips caress your temple. “I think she’s ready for another cock,” Todoroki calls out.
A body slides under you, lifting your hips high, a rigid cock bumping against your stomach.
“Katsuki? I mean Bakugou?” A hand reaches up removing your blindfold. You blink, red eyes staring into yours.
“Katsuki,” he grunts, smiling at you, his hands digging deep into your thighs. “You ready princess?” You nod, as he thrusts up, his cock plunging into you. Fingers on your ass pulling out your plug at the same time, a scream erupts from your throat.
“Fuck!” You feel like you're being split into two, his thick cock stretching your walls painfully. “Bak- Kat-” tears slide down your cheeks. “Please,” you wail pleadingly.
“I’ll make you feel fucking fantastic (y/n), hold on sweet girl.” Moving his hips, he grinds himself deep inside, moving against your cervix. A warmth flushes through you as he begins to lift you off his cock, working into your spongy walls, finding the same spot Kiri had been tickling earlier. Your head snaps back, mouth open as he drives your hips down your pussy taking in his thick cock. His mouth closes around your nipple. Sero’s cock moves from your hand, you look up as he calls to you.
“Hey (y/n), sweet girl, I’ve got a nice cock for you.” He smooths your hair back, tucking a strand behind your ear. “You wanna suck me?”
You laugh as you try to focus on his question, the huge cock slamming into your pussy pulling every thought from your head. Opening your mouth, he grips your face.
“Hey baby,” he runs his hand down your jawline, “Our girl,” Sero calls gently. “Ready for me?”
“Y-Yes,” you stammer sticking out your tongue, as another thrust plunges Katsuki’s cock deep in your pussy. “Ng.”
Izuku kisses your lower back, “I love your ass (y/n), look at you, so fucking good, want me baby girl?” His hands grip your cheeks as thumbs spread you wide, Izuku’s dick pushing into your hole, thrusting slowly, teasing your rim until Katsuki slams you down, causing Izuku’s cock to bury in your ass in one thrust.
“FUCK!” You scream, a shuddering orgasm sweeps through your body, walls clenching down hard on both cocks in your body.
Sero thrusts his dick into your mouth, grabbing your head, slamming into your throat. Gulping you suck on the dick in your mouth, your hand gripping Denki, you feel his cock bulging, you rub him as ropes of cum spray across your arm.
“Fuck, fuck, that felt good.” Denki sinks down to his knees.
Your body explodes, every nerve alive as you shake, jolts of pleasure rock your pussy.
“Look at you fucking gushing on my balls,” Katsuki thrusts up again, loving how tight your wet walls clench on him as you cum. Reaching down he kneads your clit, “so fucking wet, so damn tight, fuck you feel good.”
“Mmmm,” you hum on the sweet cock in your mouth, wrapping your tongue around Sero’s thick shaft. He pushes deeper into your mouth, his tip teasing your throat.
“Can you do it for me? Can my little angel deep throat me?” You nod letting him slide into your throat, the gag comes fast but you swallow hard against it, Sero laughs harshly. “When you gag it feels fucking fantastic,” he thrusts hard again, causing you to gag. “Fuck yes,” he pulls out pumping his cock, as his thick cum stripes across your face. “You look so good like that.”
You try to answer, try to hear what he’s saying but then Katsuki and Izuku are both thrusting inside of you, their dicks filling you so full your head is swimming. Your clit is swollen but those rough fingers continue to pull at the growing tension. Both slam into you pulling you down hard, you’re shaking again, walls clamping down on the thick cock in your pussy, you can feel Katsuki double pump into you as hot cum fills you.
“Fuck, fucking tight pussy,” he shoves his dick deep inside, you pant as the last of your orgasm washes over you. Your ass still full as Izuku reaches around twisting your nipples, he bites your back.
“Fuck (y/n), your ass is so fucking tight, can I cum inside?”
“Yes Zuki,” you mewl as he pounds your ass, he can’t hold on, his cock being squeezed as you milk him. He falls forwards onto your back kissing you gently.
You feel like collapsing, everything shaking, “I can’t,” the words barely out when someone is kissing you, licking your lips. “Are you okay sweet girl?”
“So many,” you laugh looking up, it’s Denki, he’s pumping his cock, now hard. You smile, “you want my mouth?”
“I do baby, oh fuck I do, can you lick it first?”
“Yeah Denks,” You smile at him sweetly. He grips your hair as he pushes into your mouth, you tickle him with the tip of your tongue, pressing it into the slit at the tip. “Oh fuck (y/n), that feels so good baby.” You stare into his eyes as you lick and suck down the length of his cock. Yellow eyes blazing, he watches you. Katsuki lifts your body as he moves from underneath you, his mouth pressing into your back, his hot tongue tracing a path to your lower back. You arch at the tickling sensation, you groan and thrust looking for something to fill your emptiness.
“Who’s next?” Katsuki asks gruffly, running his hand appreciatively over your ass. You turn for a moment catching Kiri’s wicked gleam as he’s pumping his huge cock. Denki grabs your head and swings you back around.
“Focus on me (y/n), that’s my girl,” he purrs as you begin sucking again on just the tip. “I like it when you play with me like that.” You smile and wink as you open your mouth wide, hang your tongue and move your head sliding his sensitive frenulum against your rough skin, saliva pooling on the blanket. His golden eyes flutter as he watches you.
Another warm body slides under you, rough hands on both sides as someone lifts you up, settling your hot pussy against another thick cock. Your body trembles instinctively waiting, rubbing his cock against your pink folds, you hear Kiri underneath you.
“Look at these tits, girl, fuck, you have some gorgeous nipples.” His hot mouth suckling on one, you thrust again, the tip of his cock pressing harder, stretching your entrance, hands on your hips stills your thrusts.
“Not yet baby girl, I wanna make you gush on my cock before I fuck this tight pussy.” Whining softly you wrap your lips around Denki’s cock sucking hard. You hear Kiri chuckle at your complaint, he teases your nipple more, biting and twisting at the hard nub, sending more jolts of pleasure through your empty pussy. The cold touch on your ass makes you gasp. Denki holds you firm on his cock as you try to look, he shakes his head. Smiling his eyes dart up and back to you.
“Looks like Todoroki’s getting ready to plunge that tight ass of yours.” You blink as the tip of his cock starts to push against your stretched puckered hole. You clench at the touch, suddenly a sharp slap on your ass sends needling pain along your skin.
“Wha?” You mouth around Denki’s cock trying to pull back harder.
“I don’t think you’re being a good girl back there,” Denki scolds you.
“Relax (y/n), don’t fight us now” the deep timbre of Katsuki in your ear, you nod continuing to suck on Denki. The cock against your stretching hole pushes deeper, you sigh now as it slides easily home.
“There you go, fuck you are one dirty girl, aren’t you. Our sweet slut, only ours though right?”
“Aaa,” you try to answer but Denki has your head pushed against the base of his cock, holding you firm as he grinds against your face, soft golden pubic hair tickling your nose.
“Suck him hard baby,” Katsuki’s hot tongue licks your ear, biting on the edge, his warm breath joins with Eijiro sucking on your nipple. Fiery chills collide with the tingling warmth from Shoto’s cock sliding into your ass. “You gonna cum?” Katsuki bites harder, his hand on your neck he squeezes gently. “This help?” Gasping for breath you taste cum as Denki’s hips slam into your face one last time, his eyes rolling back. You swallow feeling the thick fingers around your neck. “Fuck, I feel you drinking him, you’re such a fucking good toy aren’t you? Drink it all up sweet girl.” His mouth continues down your neck as he nuzzles against your skin. “Time to cum (y/n)”
Your head bobs as you try to breath pulling off Denki’s cock you cough, desperately dragging in a lungful of air, wheezing as you struggle past Katsuki’s firm grip on your neck. Your brain starts to swirl, everything tilting. “Cum - cumming,” your pussy already clenching, your walls desperate for something inside. “Please,” you sob, “E! Please!” You try to push down on that tantalizing cock just sitting against your entrance but Shoto thrusts up into your ass, slamming deep, he grinds against your plush cheeks, squeezing them with his hands. Eijiro sucking on your nipple bites down hard. Your cry turns into a soft howl as your thighs shake so hard you can’t hold on, strength leaving every muscle as you jerk hard with the pleasure coursing through your cunt.
“There you go,” Kiri hums against your nipple, thrusting he splits your clenching pussy. Your howl turns to a choked scream, as blackness begins to descend for a moment as Katsuki crushes your neck, suspending the pleasure, keeping the high going. The big hand releases perfectly timed, air rushes back into your lungs, your scream catches power as your cry reverberates around the room. You gulp in air, tears now streaming from your eyes as Katsuki’s lips find yours in a punishing kiss cutting off your cries, his hand buried in your hair, his tongue exploring your mouth.
“You taste like Denki,” he laughs in the kiss. You can’t think as Eijiro’s huge cock is now plunging into your pussy, angling his hips he buries deep grinding into your cervix, popping white flashes blur your vision as you can feel both dicks now inside your body. The kiss becomes sloppy and needy, as your next orgasm is already charging hard through your body. Flinging an arm around the big blonde, you suck on Katsuki’s full lips.
“Cumming again so soon?” The hand in your hair clenches as he bites your lip hard. Your eyes roll back as another wave rocks your body, you pant in the kiss trying to keep consciousness.
“Fuck baby, fuck so fucking tight,” Shoto slams into your plush ass. His hips rocking forward letting his hot cum spray into your depths. “Gonna fill you up,” he clenches his teeth as his muscles spasm the warmth spreading through his body. Opening his bi-colored eyes he sees Midoriya holding the butt plug, waiting for him. He smiles at him nodding, pulling out quickly watching as Izuku plugs up your ass. “Keep our fucking cum in our toy.”
“I wanna turn our baby over, she’s losing her strength,” Katsuki breaks his kiss and pulls you off of Eijiro, your body suddenly empty as you are flipped on your back. Kiri follows and quickly pushes back into your empty cunt, pulling your legs around his waist, he slides tantalizingly slow inside you until his cock is buried to the hilt.
“All the way in baby,” he grits through clenched teeth, “fuck you are hot.” Arching your back you thrust deeper onto his cock, your body still trembling from your last orgasm. Aftershocks rush through you without regard as a new ball of tension already begins to build with every thrust of E’s big cock.
“(y/n),” you hear their voices, both hands feel cool lube as Sero and Izuku guide your fingers around their stiff erections. Moving your hands in unison you slide down to their balls pushing against their taints, twisting their balls in your fingers. Both gasp as you tug, wrapping your hand back around their shafts to pump their silken skin.
“I’m not done with you yet girl, you ready for more?” Red eyes suddenly above you glittering as Katsuki licks his lips.
“I - I’m ready.” You try to nod but Eijiro angles his hips again this time upwards against your sweet spot, you mewl as the tension grows bigger. “OH! E!”
Katsuki straddles your face, his huge cock hard and twitching, bumping up against his stomach.
“You got me so fucking turned on (y/n), I’m gonna face fuck you baby.” Your eyes cross as he plunges into your mouth. Keeping your mind on your hands is impossible. You pump harder feeling the large cocks bulging under your palms. You can’t breath, the dick in your mouth jamming into your throat. Then it hits, Eijiro slams deep inside you, hot spurts of cum filling your pussy again as you rock your head back, arching your neck, giving Katsuki full access to your throat. He growls as he slides deep, his fingers back around your throat.
“I can feel me in you,” he pants as he thrusts harder. You can’t nod, you can’t think, your pussy clenching hard as another orgasm pulses deep inside, you try to breath again but there's no air. The blackness starts on the edges of your vision, hot burning red eyes staring into yours as tears drip down your temples. Warm spurts of cum dribble down your arms as somewhere in the distance you hear Sero and Izuku grunting against their own pleasure. Your body melts into the blanket as you hear the roar of Katsuki as his face contorts, pulling out he rubs himself as streams of cum splatter your face. His smile is the last thing you see as the blackness overwhelms you.
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Something warm is rubbing your body, a sigh escapes your lips. Warm breath on your lips, a gentle kiss. You smile as you wake up, your skin reveling in the silkiest sheets you’ve ever felt. Little tremors float up through your pussy and into your ass, blinking you finally focus. Izuku is above you, concern in his green eyes. He sighs deep to see you waking up.
“(y/n)?” He strokes your cheek now smiling. “There you are, sweet girl, scared us there.”
“Zuki,” you croak, your throat raw, you swallow coughing.
“Here,” Katsuki sits on the other side of you and lifts your body giving you pills and some water. You look questioningly at him. His red eyes soft he nods, “It’ll help with the pain, Shoto’s getting a throat spray to numb your throat too, if you want.”
Swallowing the pills and water, you grimace at the effort. Shaking your head, “okay,” you manage to squeak out.
“Don’t try to be strong baby,” Eijiro pats your thigh sitting down next to your legs, “we wanna take care of you.”
“Clean?” You push out through your raw throat.
“Yeah,” Sero blushes as he sits on the other side, “we cleaned you up, Denki washed your hair.” The golden haired man rubs your foot and smiles at you shyly.
“Thanks,” you whisper.
“Here you go,” Shoto walks into the room, handing Katsuki the bottle.
“Open up baby,” obediently you open as he squirts several cooling sprays into the back of your mouth, swallowing you’re relieved to feel the blissful numbness coating your swollen throat. You nod at him.
“Better.”
“Fuck (y/n), you're amazing” Katsuki murmurs, he kisses you softly. Red heat stains your cheeks. He laughs, “now she’s blushing,” he teases you.
“So who gets to keep you?” Sero asks the question, all six sets of eyes land on you. Startled, you look at each man, all so beautiful it hurts your chest to breathe.
“Keep?” Your throat still croaks although the pain is now gone.
“Baby, we’re all fucking in love with you.” Katsuki kisses your cheek again. Izuku nods, pushing back the hair that is hanging in your face.
“I - I,” your eyes wide, “can’t choose.” You frown, tears burst from your eyes dripping down your cheeks, you cover your face.
“(y/n), shhh, baby girl,” Shoto coos at you. Katsuki grips your cheeks and kisses you again.
“How about we share?” Denki sits at the end of the bed.
“What the fuck share?” Katsuki growls.
“You fucking shared her today,” Shoto snarls back.
“Kacchan,” Izuku smiles at him.
“Fuck,” he runs his hand through his blonde spikes. “Fine, whatever (y/n) wants.” A giggle escapes your sore lips as he casts a pouting look your way. “You think this is funny?” You shake your head behind your hands trying to stop laughing. “Fine, but I’ll fucking win her over,” he glares at the other Pro-Heroes, “fucking watch me.”
“Not if I make her mine first,” Eijiro slaps at the big blonde’s shoulder.
“You can’t win against me,” Shoto’s beautiful eyes gleam, “I can tell I’m her favorite.”
“You’re all fucking nuts,” Sero grins, “she likes me.”
“Sorry boys, she’s mine.” Izuku grazes your temple softly with his lips.
“But she liked me first,” Denki sighs.
A warmth flushes through your body as you peek between your fingers at each one, your mind whirls, can you really pick just one?
(a little bakugo X reader, but nothing romantic if that makes sense.)
I did add some of my own things, like the food protocols in the dorms. It has nothing to do with the original story line, it's just something I made up.
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Readers pov:
The week had finally finished. It was a long, excruciating week of pain. Aizawa explained we needed to work on our quirks more, you didn't understand at first until he showed the results from today in comparison to the start of the year. It definitely gave us a reality check.
Third person pov:
The class seemed to waddle into the dormitories, everyone's legs almost giving out as soon as they walked through the double doors. The stronger ones, Bakugo, Midoriya and Todoroki were even struggling. One of your closest friends, Mina face planted at the door, making you trip over her.
"Mina! Seriously?" You exclaim, equally as tired. She groaned an apology from beneath you. You slowly rolled off her, ending up laying right next to her. You look up at the ceiling, seeing little black dots in your vision.
"We have to get up, otherwise we'll sleep." You said.
"Are you two okay?" Kirishima asked, looking down on you two with a slight smile.
"Absolutely...not." You reply, letting your head fall on the floor.
You see Kirishima offers a hand to you. Lazily, you fling your hand into his and he pulls you up. He slightly struggles by how tired he is, but he gets you up none the less.
"What do we do about this...thing." You say, gesturing to Mina. Kirishima places his hands on his hips, thinking to himself.
"We could carry her to the elevator, we should be fine once we reach our floor." He inquires.
Your attention turned to the front door, seeing Kaminari.
"Oh no..."
Kaminari trips over Mina, the same way you did minutes ago. He falls onto Mina, causing her to let out a sound of pain.
"What the hell is wrong with you two?! Get your asses up." Bakugo walked back into your vision, going over to Mina and Kaminari.
"Should we do something..." Kirishima asked you, you shush him as you watch the scene unfold.
Bakugo grabbed both of them by the school collar and picked them up onto their feet.
"Didn't know he was that strong." You say, impressed.
"Hey are you calling us heavy!" Kaminari accused you.
"What- no! I'm just saying he's strong...?"
"If you're exhausted then you're weak!" Bakugo yelled at them, Mina's face scrunched at his voice. You walked over to Mina and held her up.
"We have to get them to bed, otherwise we'll all end up as doormats." You commented, straining to keep yourself up as well. Kirishima came next to you, and helped Kaminari stay upright.
"Alright, let's go. I have this one." You laughed a bit at Kirishima's words and started guiding Mina to the elevator. It seems everyone else was lagging behind, some weren't even in the building yet.
'Midoriya and Todoroki must be in bed already.' You thought as you struggled to hold both yourself and Mina upright.
"Would you hurry the hell up?!" Bakugo shouted from ahead. He was standing at the elevator, but the button was already pressed for the fourth floor.
"We're almost there Bakugo! We don't have stamina like you man." Kirishima replied, holding Kaminari more firmly this time.
"Yeah cut us some slack, would you? Besides, I think Mina's asleep, she went really limp." You added, looking to see if Mina passed out.
"Actually I think he's gone as well." Kirishima said as he glanced at Kaminari.
You rolled your eyes at the two limp friends. Letting out a small breath, you readjusted yourself and Mina. Once in a strong position, you lifted Mina up in a bridal style. The elevator let off a high pitched sound, letting you know the elevators come down to the ground level. The doors open, letting Bakugo walk inside first.
"Bakugo, you'll have to stop yelling now. They need their rest." You inform Bakugo, who rolled his eyes in response. Your legs are slowly getting weaker, a slight shake spreading through your quads.
Kirishima comes through the elevator doors, with a very limp Kaminari in his arms. It's a good thing Kirishima was able to carry him.
The doors slowly closed, leaving most of the Bakusquad tired. You wondered if Sero was even in the building yet, or if he fainted on the pavement outside. Either way, you knew he'd be safe.
Your eyelids become heavier as you're fighting to stay awake. If you fall asleep, Mina would drop on the floor. As funny as it would be to witness, you didn't want to hurt her when she's this tired.
Your vision turned to Kirishima, who seemed to have the same problem as you.
"Kirishima are you still awake?" You half-whispered to the tired boy next to you. He opens his eyes and yawns in response.
"I don't think I'll last too long." He commented.
"Do you think we should just crash in someone's dorm? I don't think I can settle Mina down and make it to my room." You asked, secretly wanting to have a sleepover.
"I don't mind, what about you Bakubro?" Kirishima almost muttered.
"I don't care."
The elevator door opened. You looked from the left side of the floor to the right, deciding which room to crash in.
"I can't reach my keys." You said, struggling to reach the back pocket with Mina in your arms.
"Bakugo, can you grab mine? It's in the left front pocket of my pants." Kirishima asked.
"No way am I doing that broomhead." Bakugo replied, probably at how close it was to his nether regions.
"It's either that or you get mine from my ass. Suck it up and get it, Bakugo." You complained. He sent a glare your way and put his hand into Kirishima's pocket.
Kirishima let out a yawn, unbothered by the action. Bakugo unlocked Kirishima's dorm room and held it open for you and Kirishima.
"Wasn't that hard, now was it?" You said to Bakugo as you crab-walked through Kirishima's door. Bakugo wanted to smack you in the head then, but he was too tired to even do so. He closed the door behind you. You saw Kirishima place Kaminari on his bed.
"We should get some sleeping bags, shouldn't we?" Kirishima asked.
"I'll get them Kiri, you go to sleep." You replied, setting Mina down next to Kaminari.
Since all of you have slept together, you figured it would be okay that Mina and Kaminari are on the bed. They've slept on the same bed before in Mina's room, while the rest slept on the floor.
It sort of became a routine.
"Are you sure?" He asked you, getting his sleeping bag out.
"Yeah, I'll get mine and a spare for this idiot." You said, pointing to Bakugo.
"Hey I am not!- an idiot." He said. The last part was quieter as he remembered Mina and Kaminari were sleeping.
"Shut up and follow me already." You replied, opening Kirishima's door.
You and Bakugo made your way across the floor to your room.
'Should I get Mina's pillows for her? It didn't look like Kirishima had enough for himself.'
"Bakugo?"
"What."
"Could you go into my room and get the black and purple sleeping bags under my bed? Maybe get some pillows as well? I'm going to get Mina's stuff from her room."
"How the hell are you going to do that? You don't have a key."
"Do you seriously think I didn't take Mina's key for this?" You held up Mina's dorm room keys that you snatched from her shirt when you placed her down on Kirishima's bed. You also took out her phone and purse since it would be uncomfortable to sleep on.
Bakugo merely looked at you, slightly impressed. He didn't show it in his face though.
"Alright fine, but don't accuse me if something's missing from your room."
"I won't because you won't take anything Bakugo."
"I meant don't blame me. I won't touch anything idiot. Did you even listen?"
"Shut up, I'm tired. Hurry up would you?" You say, disappearing into Mina's room. You look around, seeing it slightly messy. Clothes were tossed around the room.
You sigh at the lack of care your friend has for her things. Walking to her bed, you hold the pillows under your arms and throw the blanket around your neck. Seeing as you stripped her bed, you walked out of her room.
You struggled to lock her door in place, when Bakugo comes over and takes it.
"Hey I didn't-" You began, while he clicked Mina's door shut. You look at him, holding your blankets, pillows and sleeping bags.
"Aw you got more than the sleeping bags, thank you." You said with a slight smile.
"Yeah, whatever. Hurry up." He said, already walking away.
"Wait up!"
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"That's so cute." You whispered, looking at Kirishima, Kaminari and Mina all in a dog pile on top of Kirishima's bed. It was a double bed, but it looks like Kirishima was too tired to even open his sleeping bag.
You walked over next to Kirishima's bed, slowly opening the sleeping bags that Bakugo brought. He was forced to hold the blankets and pillows while you set them up. You made him look like a coat hanger.
"Okay come over. Just put them down, we'll organise it." He knelt down beside you and casually dropped everything as if he was disgusted in it.
"Should we move Mina?" You whispered to Bakugo.
"No, we'll have less room." He replied.
"Good point. Pass me that blanket."
"Which one." He deadpanned, even though you weren't looking at him.
"Mina's one."
"Which one is it?!" He whisper-shouted. You quietly laughed and pointed at the pink one. He roughly shoves it in your face, causing your head to move with it.
"Childish." You said to him.
"Just say the damn colour next time."
"Why would Mina not have a pink blanket? She's literally pink." You pointed out, setting up all the pillows you had.
"Shut your mouth." He said. The harsh tone he normally has disappeared, making him seem like a civil human.
You heard a quiet knock on Kirishima's door. You sighed, getting up from the fort you and Bakugo just created.
Opening the door, you see Sero with his own blankets and pillows. You smile immediately at the sight and open the door for him. You two didn't say anything as he was too tired to communicate. Shutting the door again, you see Sero setting up his fort in another part of the room and Bakugo laying down on yours and Mina's pillows.
"Move over." You said, sitting down with half of yourself off the blankets. He doesn't say anything and flips you off.
"Bakugo come on, I'm tired. Move."
He moved over about three inches. He smiles slightly, seeing how pissed off your face was.
"I will throw you out of this building." You whispered.
His smirk grew bigger once you said that. Rolling your eyes, you laid exactly where you wanted to be. You sprawled yourself across his torso. You two created a plus sign with your bodies. He glared down at you, while looking at him with slight smugness.
"Fine, get off." He said, shoving you off him and moving onto his side.
"That's what I thought." You said in accomplishment.
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"Wow, they're really knocked out." You heard someone say.
"Well we did carry you and Kaminari here."
"Bakugo carried me?!"
"No. I carried you, she carried Mina."
"Aw that's so nice of her."
"Then what was Bakugo doing?" You opened your eyes, trying to fathom that you're alive again.
"He was helping me with the fort." You muttered, still half asleep.
"Oh good morning!" Mina threw herself onto you, causing you to make a weird sound once you lost your breath.
"Morning." You replied with a lower voice than your average one.
"Was Bakugo really helping you set this up? It looks nice." Sero commented.
"Yeah, with my blankets." Mina crossed her arms and looked at your laid down form.
"Hey. I wanted you down here, but Bakugo said there wouldn't be enough room." You explained.
"There's plenty of room babe." Mina replied, gesturing to the fort.
"I'm sorry, I was too tired. Tonight you'll sleep with us okay?"
"Wait what do you mean 'tonight?'" Kirishima asked.
"Are we having another sleepover? Please say yes!" Mina exclaimed, shaking you.
"Shut the hell up!"
"And he's awake." Kaminari sweat dropped, looking at the angry boy.
"Well good morning Bakugo." You said to him, a smile on your face.
He looked at you, then looked above you at your hair. He held back a laugh, making small snorts.
"What the hell is that?!" He laughed.
"Hey! Not my fault you kept on kicking me in your sleep!"
"Not mine that you were on my side!"
"I wasn't on your side!"
"Hey chill out would you? We need to get some breakfast anyway." Kirishima said, walking towards his door. Sero and Kaminari agreed and walked with. Mina proceeded to drag you, trying to get you up.
"Okay okay, I'm up. Bakugo." You called him, as he stood up.
"Might want to brush that." Bakugo ruffled your hair as he walked out behind Mina. You stuck your tongue out at him, even though he already left the room.
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In the common room...
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"Pleasant morning, L/N! How did you sleep?" Iida greeted you, as you walked to your seat with brushed hair.
"Good thanks. How was yours?"
"I slept great! Breakfast will be served soon." He smiled as you returned one while walking past.
A few months after everyone moved into the dormitories, everyone had a timetable on who would cook that morning. Since there were no stoves in individual rooms, Aizawa decided it would be better for everyone to help cook each other's food.
There was another list on what would be served that day. That was decided by a vote. If someone wanted something other than the list, then they would inform the students cooking and make their own breakfast.
That was very rare though, since it was free food without effort. Everyone favourited Wednesdays because Satou was one of the chefs and he ended up putting a little side dish with the breakfast.
It was Sunday, so it was pancakes if you remember correctly. Damn, did Yaoyorozu make some good pancakes. She often brought her own food to make for us, which everyone gladly appreciated.
"Alright. Iida, Kaminari, Mineta, Aoyama." Jirou, one of the chefs, set some plates down on the first table. She sped walked to the plates that were placed on the counter.
"Tsu, Uraraka, Todoroki and Tokoyami." She said placing them down with a smile.
She kept on placing them down while your table was the last, this is why the Bakusquad tried to make it early. It was in order to get to the first table to get the food quicker. However, that sleepover lasted longer than intended.
After a few minutes, Jirou came over to your table with a grin.
"Mina, Kirishima, Kaminari and Sero." Multiple thank yous came from them.
"Sorry I can only carry four without dropping them." Jirou apologised to you and Bakugo.
"You're alright love, take your time." You said to her. She thanked you and rushed back for the last two plates.
"This is so good."
"Agreed."
"The maple syrup makes it."
"Did you want a bite? Oh you can't." Mina mocked you for having no food yet. You laughed at her.
"One day that'll come back to you Mina."
"Oh it's so delicious. The flavours are so nice together." She continued.
"Mina." You groaned, your stomach making noises.
"L/N and Bakugo."
"Thank you Jirou, have you had yours yet?" You asked her before she left.
"Oh we have our after we serve everyone. Yaomomo is making them now." She replied.
"Oh okay, just making sure." You waved her as she left for the kitchen again.
Everyone was quiet, eating quickly by how good it was. Before you could get a bite, a fork comes into your vision and steals your pancake.
"Mina! Give it back!" You said, giving her a stern look. She held the pancake in her fork, her mouth opening slightly as the pancake slowly goes into near her mouth.
"Mina...no." You pointed at her, talking to her like a dog with something in its mouth. You two hold eye contact, she smiles as she bites into it. Your face falls.
"That is a crime, Mina. Do you know what happens when you commit crimes?" You asked. She grins even more and aims for another one of your pancakes.
"Mina!" You yelled while laughing. Attention was drawn towards you two fighting over a pancake. Unfortunately, she successfully takes another pancake. You shrink in your seat, glaring right through her.
You notice another fork appears in your vision. Ready to throw hands, you whip yourself to see Bakugo placing one of his pancakes on your plate. It was untouched by him, no bite marks.
Everyone at your table and the neighbouring table noticed this. Multiple 'oos' escaped from the tables.
"Shut your damned mouths! I'll kill you all!" He shouted in protest. You smiled widely at him, thankful for his gesture. Mina's mouth was wide open, shocked by this. She gave you a look, but you were smiling as Bakugo returned to devouring his remaining pancakes.
"I appreciate you." You say, almost crying.
"Shut up."
"Okay." You replied, smiling.
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Fast forward to afternoon...
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"No that has to be cheating!" Sero yelled in protest to losing Mario Kart. This was the second time he was thrown off the track in this game.
"It's not cheating, you're just bad!" Minas character raced around the corner, a slight drift from the amount of skill she has.
The rest of the Bakusquad were on Mina's bed this time. She had recently bought a television and Xbox that everyone could play on. Aizawa was hesitant at first, but it was her property, so he couldn't say no to something that wasn't a rule in the first place.
Everyone was sprawled on her bed and floor, a new pillow fort on the floor from Kirishima's room. Snacks were all over her bed, but as usual everyone would clean afterwards.
"Yes!!!" Mina screamed. The ending sound erupted from the television. She began to dance and rub it in Seros face that she won...again. There was no denying that she was the queen of Mario Kart.
"What do you think we should do now? It's getting a bit late." Kirishima asked, while Mina and Sero were talking smack in the background about the game.
A smile merged onto your face and Bakugo noticed. He frowned, not knowing what would come of this. Soon after, Kaminari noticed as well and his eyes widened, kind of scared of what would come out of your mouth.
"We should do each other's skin care!" You exclaimed with a bit of a squeal. Mina heard this and backed you up immediately. However, the boys groaned, uninterested by your remark. Kirishima however, thought it was a great idea.
"I think it'll be great, L/N! But I don't think I have anything to actually use..."
"You leave that to me."
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"What the hell is this?!" Bakugo yelled in a slightly muffled voice. He had a charcoal mask on his face. You were applying it of course, but he was so shocked that his face started to freeze up by the contact.
"It's a charcoal face mask Bakugo! It's to help with-"
"I don't care what it's for! Why is it so sticky?!"
"Because it's -"
"Why is my face becoming tighter?" You heard Kaminari yell from where Jirou was.
Since most of the boys didn't have any decent supplies (or any for that matter), the girls had to step in. Uraraka, Mina, Yaoyorozu and yourself were applying them to their assigned person.
Mina got Kirishima, as they were near each other and have known each other the longest.
Kaminari got Jirou, because Kaminari wanted her to do his. Jirou didn't want to at first, but he persuaded her somehow.
Sero got Yaoyorozu, since Sero partially wanted to use the expensive products that Yaomomo had. It was quite an experience watching how much he wanted it.
Of course, you got the hot headed one. You two were pretty close, not as close as he and Kirishima were. However, you two have become friends, maybe even close ones. You two would hang out if you were bored and you two wouldn't admit out loud, but you have done his skin care prior to today.
This was a week ago. You got bored in your dorm room, barged into Bakugos, complained that you're bored and eventually you did his skincare. However, it was a lot more peaceful when you two were alone.
"What is that?! A jellyfish?!" Kaminari shouted, getting ready to run.
"No it's an eye mask! Sit down!" Jirou exclaimed, trying to put it on his face.
You laughed at the two of them, other people in the room doing the same.
Bakugo merely watched you spread the face mask on him. It freaked you out, as you were trying to concentrate, but you tried your best to make it perfect. You reminded him to stay as still as he could so you didn't take his eyebrow off.
Needless to say, he likes his eyebrows.
"Okay so this stays on for thirty minutes, it will harden and feel like you're suffocating, but the end result is worth it."
"It feels like that already." He commented.
"Good that means it's working." You smile and grab some other skincare you have, you may as well do yours at the same time.
"Let me do it."
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"Excuse me?"
"Let me do your skin care."
"...Do you even know what to do?"
"I've watched you long enough. I think I've got it." He reassured. He told you to turn around so he could put your hair up. Once done you faced him. Grabbing another headband you had, he gently placed it over your head and placed it so that your baby hairs wouldn't get caught.
"Are you sure you don't need help?"
"Shut up. I can do it."
You smile at him as he opens the sheet mask from your skin care kit. He held it the wrong was the first time and you laughed at him. He was about to kill you as he turned it the right way.
By this moment, everyone in the room was looking at you two, in the centre of the room. You felt eyes on you, but you didn't pay any mind to it as you closed your eyes. You feel a mask fall onto your face gently. His fingers tracing the mask to make sure it's on properly.
He traced around your nose, your eyes and on your cheeks. He got rid of any air bubbles as best he could and made sure it was away from your eyebrows.
Which he assumed you liked.
"You're good at this." You comment, impressed by how gentle he was.
"Stop talking you'll ruin it."
"I'm sorry." You laugh a little at him.
"Shut up."
You started giggling while trying to stay still.
"Stop moving you damn idiot! I'll ruin it because you're shaking!"
You burst out laughing as he groaned out of annoyance. Mina, on the other side of the room smiled at you two. She had noticed how close you two have become since the start of the year. It was like you two were the closest in the class.
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