liar liar | bakugou katsuki
Rated: M
Words: 9.4K
Pairing: katsuki bakugou x fem!reader
Summary: Of all the things heâs experienced working as a Pro Hero, Bakugou never expected his dick getting too big to ever be a problem, let alone one in his top ten.
Bakugou is hit with a strange quirk. You reap the benefits.
AN: This fic is 50% crack and 50% raunchy smut. I have zero explanations for this. Also big thanks to @lady-bakuhoe for ranting with me once about the fandoms weird level of hatred towards Bakugou, thus inspiring me to write something for him. Iâm so sorry it was this.
Warnings: smut, language, oral sex (m receiving), dom/sub undertones, rough sex, degradation, spanking, choking, inappropriate use of quirks
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Of all the things heâs experienced working as a Pro Hero, Bakugou never expected his dick getting too big to ever be a problem, let alone one in his top ten.
Kirishima glances at him out of the corner of his eye as they step into Bakugouâs office, red eyes narrowing in concern as he sees Bakugouâs gritted teeth and clenched fists. âAre you sure youâre okay, bro?â he asks, a little hesitant.
âIâm fine,â Bakugou practically snarls between his teeth. Fuck. The tingling sensation starts in his gut, heat spreading through his limbs, and he nearly swears aloud as the sensation shifts to his dick, his boxer-briefs getting uncomfortably tighter. Shit, heâs probably up to at least another inch by now. Thank god his pants are baggy.
Unfortunately, Kirishima isnât so easily convinced. Brows furrowing, he looks Bakugou over slowly, searching for any lasting effects from their earlier scuffle with a few low rank villains. âYouâve been acting kind of⊠strange,â he settles on after an awkward beat of silence, âsince you got hit by that quirk. You know, you probably should have gone to aââ
âI said Iâmââ Bakugou cuts himself off as that tingle comes back. âIâll be fine,â he corrects himself. The tingle goes away, and he almost groans in relief as his dick returns to its normal size. âDrop it, Kirishima.â
Kirishima holds his hands up in front of him, placating his huffy friend. âOkay, okay. I get it.â He backs off, still eyeing Bakugou warily as he pulls his phone from his pocket. He glances at the time. âLook, man, I gotta go. I have a date in twenty, and sheâs gonna kill me if Iâm late again.â His smile is apologetic, but exhausted.
âWhatever.â Bakugou tosses off one of his gauntlets, letting it clatter against the floor noisily. Breathing slowly through his nose, he peels off his mask as well, setting it down on his desk. Itâs fine. Everything is fine. He can handle this. Itâs just a really fucking annoying quirk thatâll probably go away on itâs own by the end of the day.
Another tingle stirs in his gut, and then his underwear tightens again.
Fuck. He canât even lie to himself.
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