Note: It's adult zuko, he's the fire lord in this :3
Your marriage with Fire Lord Zuko wasn't about love, romance, whatsoever. It was a deal, a partnership — an alliance between the Earth Nation and the Fire Nation. But after you came back from your trip, where you had visited your father, something has changed…
"Y/n? What's wrong?" He asked calmly, angling his body towards you, making the silk bedsheets rustle slightly.
"Nothing." You lied, avoiding his gaze. You inhaled deeply, sighing after, re-thinking about your father's words.
"How's your love life going? Zuko is a good man, I'm sure you have fun together!"
The simple — and slightly hurtful — truth, was that you and Zuko… weren't romantic at all. Whether it's innocent touches, teasing whispers, flirty eye tag, and God forbid — intimacy, both of you have never done any of that.
Your husband sighed, clearlynot buying that miserable answer of yours. He flopped on his back, staring at the ceiling.
"I'm going to the Republic City tomorrow." He announced nonchalantly. "A week. Maybe longer. Gotta see how my people are living there. And Aang."
"Sounds fun." You answered, still not looking at him, your back facing his side. You mumbled a curse under your breath. He seems to hang out more with Aang than you! Sure it's an arranged marriage but…
"Y/n, for fuck's sake, what is wrong with you!" He sat up, his temper rising rapidly at your monosyllabic answers. "Just tell me, please. I'm going away tomorrow morning, and I don't want you to hold a grudge when I'm gone. Please, y/n." He pleaded, placing his hand on your shoulder, forcing you to look at him.
You gave in at his sweet plea, your silk robe lightly falling off of your shoulder, and faced your body towards him. "Fine… You see, when I went to visit my father… He asked me how our marriage was going… And it… sucks." You huffed, shooting a glare at him, making his brows furrow.
"I… Apologize… If you feel like I don't um… Act romantic enough. I just thought you didn't like me. Well — don't like me." He admitted, a faint, pink hue appearing on his cheeks, making you smile.
"Well do you?" You propped yourself on one elbow, making your robe fall down even more, almost flashing him. Zuko's eyes went down for a second, then quickly back at your eyes.
"…Kinda. A bit. Maybe." He stammered. "Yeah." He let out a sheepish exhale. "To be honest, when I don't wanna do my boring, infuriating, lame paper work — I stare at you from the window. You're always staring at the flowers or trees, looking all pretty and.. yeah. " He gazed back at your exposed skin, his hand shooting up to graze it.
There was a beat of silence, his sudden touch making you freeze for a moment. You blushed, swallowing a lump in your throat. You both stared at each other in silence, before he cupped you cheek, letting go of your shoulder, to pull you in for a deep, passionate kiss.
You kissed him back, letting his lips guide you. You let out a soft, quiet whimper, seeming to urge him on, since he deepend the contact.
"Z-Zuko…" You muttured, your voice muffled by the kiss. He shushed you by nibbling on your bottom lip and slowly getting on top of you, his free hand working his way down to remove your robe.
His other hand moved away from your cheek to the back of your head, holding it steady and angling you for a deeper kiss.
"After this… I'll make sure you love spending time with me." He pulled away, leaving you breathless — your chest heaving up and down. He smirked at your flushed state, before dipping down, his head now between your legs.
"Zuko?! What… What the hell are you doing…" You blushed, your hands moving to his broad, muscular shoulders.
"Shh, it's okay. Just enjoy this, yeah?" He reassured you, pulling down your cotton panties — the cold air hitting your newly exposed skin, making you whimper.
His calloused hands grabbed the back of your thighs, before kissing and gently sucking on your inner thighs, making you gasp softly. He licked up and down, his tongue dangerously clothes to your pulsing pussy.
"Z-Zuko… Don't be such a tease!" You pulled on his hair, impatient.
"Sorry, sorry." he chuckled, leaning forward to lick your clit, wetting it even more with his saliva. He continued to taste your sensitive bud, wanting to know what makes you feel the best. You were already whimpering and gripping his hair tightly, but that wasn't enough for him.
His strong muscle went up and down on your slick folds, exploring every inch of your sweet pussy, slow and deribatly. He then went back to sucking on your clit, way faster this time, looking up at your flushed face.
He groaned, feeling himself get harder at the sweet sight, but he continued pleasing you, going faster and faster at every passing second. You could feel his hot breath on your wet pussy, making you even more aroused and wet.
"Zuko!" You arched your back even more, your toes curling in pleasure. The man between your legs smiled, sucking, and groaning at your sweet taste.
His grib on your thighs tightened, leaving faint red marks. His brows furrowed, determined to push you until the very end.
"Zuko...'m so, so close..." You moaned, wanting to stop him so you wouldn't make a fool of yourself while cumming. "Zuko — wait!" You pushed his shoulders, but he wouldn't budge nor listen.
He grunted, let go of your thighs and flipped you over on your stomach. He wrapped his strong, veiny arms around your thighs. You could feel his big biceps bulge under the pressure. His head dipped down once again, his nose brushing your other hole... "Mhmpf... That way, you won't stop me, Y/n." You exhaled, a half-moan half-sigh, and burried your face onto the pillow to muffle your moans as he at you out.
His saliva coated your slick folds, his tongue going up and down, nibbling on your inner thighs to tease you. You could feel yourself getting closer at every passing second, the pleasure he was giving you was starting to be too much...
"Zuko! I'm really not... ngh! k-kidding! I'm gonna..." you rolled your eyes back as he shushed you by sucking on your clit once again, fiercly.
"Come, come on me, Y/n. I want you to come undone for me. That's what couples do, isn't that what you wanted, sweetheart?" He whispered, his tongue now making circles on your dripping entrance, then entering it, making you moan loudly.
You looked back, panting, a string of saliva dripping from your chin. He looked so hot, eating you like you're his last meal. You burried your face in the pillow once again when his strong muscle entered your needy hole. "Ah! Zuko...!" You gasped at the sudden feeling. As his tongue went up and down inside of you, you could feel your orgasm come dangerously close. You held the sheets tighter, gritting your teeth and whimpering like a mess.
He could feel you getting closer to your climax, his grip tightened on your hips and thighs, and his tongue went even deeper, hitting that sweet spot of yours, making your back arch so badly, you didn't even know you were able to do that. "Zuko! Zuko! Oh my gosh, Zuko, i'm cumming!" You warned him, your voice breathy and sweet, music to his ears. Your sweet juice splurted on his mouth and chin, the sensation going through your whole body, making your toes curl involuntarily and making you moan loudly.
He groaned, wiping the liquid with the back of his hand. "Y/n... Heh. Didn't know you had that in you." He rasped out, but you were too tired to argue. "Zuko... You... Urgh..." You huffed, turning over on your back.
"I'll give you more when I get back, my love." He got back up, on top of you, and leaned down to kiss you, making you taste yourself on his plush lips.
"I'll be looking forward to it..."
You gathered cleaning supplies and started cleaning, scrubbing floors, wiping windows, dusting off furnitures and books. Everything was going smoothly until you came accross a medium-sized box that had caught your attention. You wiped the dust off of it, before carefully removing the lid. You set it down besides it, setting it on the floor, before looking at its contents. Tools, most likely curse ones. A sword, a small polearm, a knife, a hammer, and some other stuff you couldn't recognize.
"Y/n?" Geto's deep voice called out.
You yelped, slowly turning your head.
"Geto-senpai… Err.. I wasn't snooping around, I swear!!" You hid the box behind your back, trying to discreetly put the lid back on, failing miserably.
"You don't have to lie. Anywho, has any of the tools caught your interest? They're mostly not harmful." He crouched down to look at the items in the box.
"Um…" You blushed at the sudden proximity. "This one, what is it for?"
You pulled out a small wand, its texture like jade, with a full, white circle on top. The circle had small circular lines painted in black.
"Ah. This. It's a hypnosis cursed tool. Mostly used on curses who are intelligent, and can tell important details, stuff like that. It can also be used on sorcerers and monkeys, of course." He looked at you with a sly smirk.
Your lips parted at the tension. Hypnosis… You thought.
"Can you try it on me?" You asked.
His eyes widened in surprise, his eyebrows shooting up. He rubbed his chin thoughtfully, thinking about the pros and cons.
"Mhm… But then you'll be fully at my command." He said with a grin, resting his hand on his lap, close to his print.
" It's fine!!! I fully consent! To whatever… you'll make me…do." You fumbled with your words, cold sweat trinkling down your forehead.
"Alright. Don't tell me I didn't warn you, ya dumb sorcerer." He unhooked the string that was holding the circle in place, letting it dangle in the air.
"Keep staring at it, Y/n." He purred.
You did as he said, your eyes concentrating on the circle, making your eyelids feel heavy and droopy.
"Y/n L/n, you'll do whatever I say, right? Like the good little sorcerer you are, hm?" He chuckled, amused by himself.
Your eyebrows furrowed, you felt your head getting heavy and legs weak.
"Geto-senpai…" You muttured, before collapsing on his lap, your yukata slightly slipping from your shoulder.
After some time, you woke up. You were now fully on his lap, and his arms were wrapped around you.
"Geto-senpai? Did it work?" You asked, rubbing your eyes.
"We'll see." He smiled, tilting his head. His hand slipped underneath your yukata, carressing your back slowly.
"Do you like it when I touch you like that, Y/n?" He whispered, studying your reaction carefully.
You felt your heartbeat getting faster each second, your thighs rubbing against each other.
"Yes…" You mumbled, slightly embarrassed.
He hummed heartily, his hand sliding lower, almost cupping your ass. His other hand removed your yukata's belt, slowly and teasingly. He suddendly paused, his eyes narrowing.
"Follow me." He stood up, walking towards his bed.
You obeyed and got up, following him, your hand covering your tits with the cloth to not flash a tit. He sat on the bed, his head resting on the headboard, letting out a low, guttural groan.
"Sit." He patted the space next to him. You quickly sat next to him, waiting for the next order.
"I don't wanna remove your clothes. Remove them yourself." He smiled, looking forward to the strip show.
You swallowed hard, avoiding eye contact as you fully removed your yukata, letting it fall besides you. You covered your private parts shyly, not looking at him. Geto chuckled, enjoying every single second of your embarassement.
"Don't hide." He ordered, making your hands slip away from your boobs.
He tilted his head, before squeezing your nipple teasingly, making you gasp, heat rising to your cheeks. He removed his robe, and the clothes underneath, except his pants.
"Now sit on my lap, Y/n." You moved from your place, your hands gripping his shoulders to place yourself.
He slowly pulled his pants down, just enough to reveal his impatient cock, which slapped his stomach lightly. You were still under the effect of the hypnosis, if you were in your normal state, you would've been dripping wet and offering yourself like a slut to him.
"You like it?" He asked, grinning widely. "Ride me."
You gasped, but had no choice to obey, not like you minded anyways. You lifted your hips, your hand grabbing his dick gently, positionning it at your wet entrance. You slowly went down, biting back a moan. Then, without a warning, you slammed down, making both of you groan in pleasure. You rolled your hips slowly, getting adjusted to his size.
"Mhmm… You're good. Not your first time riding someone, huh? Didn't know that a dumb sorcerer could get dick." Geto laughed, lifting his hips to thrust, wanting more friction.
"N-No…'s not my first…ngh!" You muttured, your head now resting on his shoulder as you were riding him. You started going up and down, rolling your hips faster, your breath and his quickening.
His hands moved to your hips, gripping them firmly, helping you bounce on him. Your hands wandered around his sculpted body, carressing his defined abs and biceps, as you tried to maintain a controlled pace.
He cupped your ass, spreading it to go deeper inside of you.
"Good? Y'like my dick, y/n? Is that what you wanted in highschool, too?" He whispered, holding back groans.
"Mhmm..mhmmhm..!" You hummed. "Yes…It was..what I- Ngh! wanted.." You moaned.
"You dumb slut. Should've went to me instead of sleeping with Satoru's easy ass. " He chuckled, his ego rising.
"I'm sorry..g-geto senpai… He was..ngh!" You muttured, trying to ride him properly.
"Turn around, I'm an ass guy." He grabbed you and turned you around, then lifted his hips to join you once again.
"Much better." He grabbed your ass as you got back to riding him.
"G-geto-senpai, i'm gonna…" you moaned, breathless.
"Yeah, you will." He laughed. "Just do it, come for me Y/n." He purred, urging you on.
You stopped moving for a moment, coating his dick with your slick wetness, making him groan loudly. He let you rest as he did a few final thrusts, spilling his hot, warm seed inside of you.
You collapsed on top of him, breathless, your chest heaving up and down. Without knowing, you drifted off to sleep, sleeping infront of him.
The next morning, you got woken up by a gentle shake and his deep voice. You instantly recalled everything you two had done during the previous night.
"Y/n. Still hypnitised?" He teased.
"No…Not anymore…" You blushed.
Note: English isn't my first language bear with me yall
Back in the days, Geto-senpai used to be a grade above you in Jujutsu High. You had always looked up to him, and not to mention, you had the fattest crush on him. Unfortunetly, you couldn't see more of him because he had dropped out. The reason was unknown, but you knew that he was some weird, cult leader now.
"Get the fuck out of my house, ya dumb bitch! Go fuck those curses of yours, and fuck you too!" Your father hurried you, smashing a bottle of soju on the wall, making you flinch.
You quickened your pace, packing your important stuff in your bag before getting out of the small, cramped appartment. You exhaled, dropping your bag onto the floor. Where the fuck were you supposed to go?? You could crash at a cheap motel, but that won't be enough for the rest of the month. And you don't even have much money, since being the dumb sorcerer you are, you didn't do much missions — meaning you didn't get money. You sighed deeply, grabbed your bag again and started walking towards wherever the wind leads you.
After some walking, you were so deep in thoughts that you hadn't noticed that you were in the Shinjuku District. You looked up, searching for finding motels. Instead, you saw a sign with 'Star Religious Group' written on it.
Wait, isn't that senpai's cult thingy? You thought, tilting your head. Whatever! Guess i'll just have to find out! You hummed contendly and followed to where the sign led.
You found yourself infront of a huge temple, similar to a Budhist one. Your grip tightened on the strab of your bag, before walking towards the entrance. The hallways were grand, and the floors were sparkling clean. Nothing like your dad's rusty flat.
"Searching for something, ma'am?" A woman with pink hair asked you.
"Or perhaps someone?" She smiled without her eyes.
"Ah, yes!" You beamed. "I'm searching for Suguru Geto. He was my senpai in highschool!!" You explained, gesturing wildly with your hands.
She raised an eyebrow, eyeing you up.
" You're a sorcerer? Mhm. Follow me." She said, walking away.
You hummed and followed her. You walked to a narrower hallway, leading to a door that she knocked on.
"Geto-sama. Someone wishes to see you. Umm.." She turned to you.
"Y/n L/n" You whispered.
"Y/n L/n. She said that you guys went to the same highschool."
A beat passed.
"Ahhh. Her. Come in." A familiar soft, deep voice, called out.
You opened the door, closing it carefully behind you. You looked around, searching for him.
"Y/n. What are you here for? You're not a monkey, as I know." He said, adjusting himself on the sofa.
He looked slightly different. Sharper features, darker eyes, longer hair.
"Umm..." You fumbled with your words, fidgeting with your fingers.
"My dad kicked me out, I have no money and no place to stay. So... Please let me stay!" You clasped your hands, begging him.
"Mhm... And why should I?" His eyes narrowed, his hand rubbing his chin thoughtfully.
"Umm... I can... Clean... and cook!" You tried to think of other skills, but nothing came to mind.
"Right. Fine. Satisfy me and you can stay. I'll show you a room." He got up, grunting as he did so.
As you two walked towards the bedroom, you kept glancing at him, staring at his back and his hair. You felt heat rising to your cheeks, that familiar feeling from highschool.
"So, do you want to become a cult member? Worshipping me like all those monkeys?" He teased, turning his head to look at you.
"Eh? What? No!!" You shook your head rapidly. "I just thought about um... anyone who could give me a shelter for a few days." You explained.
"Mhm? And that person was me? You're so naive." He chuckled, stopping infront of a door, most likely the one of your new bedroom.
He unlocked it with a key that he had up his sleeves, then opened it slowly, the wooden door creaking slightly.
"Feel free to add decorations or whatsoever. I'll go exorcise some curses from those useless monkeys, settle in your room and then clean my chamber, okay?" He ordered, then leaned down, his breath tingling your ear, making you blush even more.
"Don't snoop too much in my chamber, Y/N." He whispered, sending shivers throughout your whole body.
"I won't!" You clasped your hands, bowing slightly.
He huffed contendly, satisfied. His hand shot up, patting your head.
"Good girl. Now hurry. Don't talk to the monkeys either." He advised, before rocking on his heels to walk away, leaving you alone in your new room.
You could feel your legs shaking, your pussy already aching for him already.
Eek! Focus, Y/n, focus! You gave yourself little slaps before stepping in the room, that's now yours.
It was remotly big, way bigger then the one at your dad's place. It was a traditional bedroom, futon, tatami mats, sliding doors. It was... comforting, even. You let out a deep, long exhale, before settling your bag on the closest furtinure.
You hurried and changed clothes, switching from a cursty tank top and jean shorts to a clean, white, yukata, that was already sitting on top of the clean futon.
You fastened the obi (belt), looking at yourself in the body mirror. As you fixed it, you thought about how Geto would look like, slowly removing it from your body, whispering sweet nothings into your ears as his hands roamed all over your body.
No way! Geto senpai... Wouldn't... Would he?
You brushed your hair, thinking about what he would do to you, maybe knock on the door at night, invite you to his chamber to reminsce about old times...
After getting fully ready, you hurried to Geto's chamber. You slid open the door, looking around before stepping inside. It smelled like a thick, woody incense. You inhaled the scent deeply, enjoying the smell of Geto.
PT 2: Dumb Sorcerer PT 2
Helloooo ^3^ Could u pls do a fem!reader Megumi smut fic where we lick his honey covered abs, then make out and ride his abs? pretty please >///<
Knee socks - artic monkeys
1.1k word count
Megumi and his sleeper build🤤🤤This is implied Alt!megumi btw!!
Megumi thought after a long time of dating you he’d uncovered all the freaky and weird stuff you’re into but apparently not. He sat on the bed with his legs crossed, “So you want to pour honey on me…then lick it” he clarifies and stares at your very happy face “just on your abs!” You smile as if it made anything normal.You presented the honey bottle proudly “it’s one of those squeezy ones” you say, “right” he sighs watching you sit beside him “so?” You look into his jade eyes deeply “can I?”. Damn it
He laid back with his shirt off, he could already tell you were excited by the way you eyed his muscles and bit your lip. “you’re so sexy” you mumble as the tip of your tongue drags along his neck,slowly lips travelling down to his collar bone “mm, don’t leave marks on my neck,idiot” he groaned but gripped your waist,your hands rested on his abs, caressing the hard muscles under his skin.
You straddled him, your thighs sandwiching his hips as you opened the honey bottle.He watched as the honey began dripping from the bottle and drizzling over his abs and pecs as if garnishing a dessert “it’s cold” he mumbles “sorry gumi”. You set the bottle on the bedside table and leaned down, beginning to drag your tongue around his belly button to collect the honey, you hear him let out a small noise only encouraging you to keep going. “You taste good” you whisper against his skin “so good gumi” your tongue going over the curve of his ab, you look up to meet his eyes, his breath heavy as your kiss and lick his skin.
Your tongue didn’t stop licking, tasting the sweet honey and his warm skin was making you dizzy with hunger. You kissed and slurped, leaving a trail of sticky saliva.
He tangled his fingers in your hair, the hard metal of his rings gently grazing your scalp “mm~” you let out a quiet moan and licked some stray honey off his nipple, the metallic taste of his piercing was so addictive. You swirl the tip of your tongue around his nipple, “fuck,baby,don’t tease me” he gasps which only prompts you to start sucking on it.
His hand slides to cup your jaw, forcing your head up to kiss you deeply, his lips slamming against yours.You couldn’t stop yourself from grinding against his erection, your pussy desperate for friction as his tongue fought with yours “mph…mm, gumiii” you whine. The small ball of metal in his tongue rubbed against your tongue, it tasted so good, you had become hooked to the taste of metal, he pulls away slightly and nips at your bottom lip “you’re being needy,baby” he whispers in a teasing tone.
Your arms wrap around his neck as you kiss him again, more slow and intense this time, he’s such an amazing kisser you can’t stop. Tongues dancing, a gentle breeze coming in from the open window, the soft sound of smooching filling the room; “you’re so dirty” he mutters between kisses “getting all worked up from licking me” a hand sliding down to grope your ass.
You sit up and pull your top off, your tits bouncing slightly in your cute bra as you take your shorts off too, he watches you undress with hooded eyes. You sat on him in just your underwear, you stared at each other for a moment before he reached up to gently squeez your tits over your bra “I love this set you know, navy suits you” you smile at the compliment “I know you love it”.
You couldn’t help yourself, your eyes trailed down his torso and stopped at the trimmed hair leading into his boxers.
“Gumi” you start, your eyes snapping back up to his face, “can I grind on your abs?” You ask; you felt slightly embarrassed at how dirty you are but right now you cared more about if he’d let you. He blinked then leg out the softest chuckle, it would be nice since you never see him laugh but you almost felt like he was laughing at you, your cheeks heated up “you’re so weird…but sure, if that’s what you want” he ran his hand down your waist. You almost jumped for joy but instead moved up, your panties already damp and sticky, you rested your hands on his chest for support as you pressed your hips down experimentally “mm~”
You didn’t wait for anything more, you started rocking your hips back and forth, the firmness of his six back was perfect against your clit. You were all worked up right now, moaning and whining as you moved your hips faster. Megumi was just mesmerised, he was painfully hard but the sight of you right now was way too distracting; he held your hips to encourage you “so needy…” he watches your panties get more soaked “shit baby, you’re so pretty especially like this” his nails leaving crescent shaped marks on the curve of your ass.
His words were only helping build up the burning feeling in your core, “g-gumi!” You gasp “I’m so close, so so close”, squeezing your eyes shut. “Gonna make a mess on me? Go on, cum for gumi” he smirked in that almost mocking tone he always used to force an orgasm out of you. You cried out softly and came, your nails scratching his chest.
You flopped onto him and buried your face in his neck “that was so good” you mumble, he runs his hand over your hair “are you all spent?” He asks softly “because, I still have a little problem” he whispers as he kisses your temple. You lift your head a little and look at him “well, only if you’re on top” you smile “deal” he kisses you softly.
Note: English isn't my first language pls ignore the mistakes :c
You were wandering in the forest, one you thought you knew so well, searching for some mushrooms and perhaps carrots, if luck is on your side, for dinner. You hummed a soft melody under your breath as your eyes narrowed, searching for the ingredients.
After some time, your wicker basket was full, looking vibrant with all the items you had gathered on your search. You smiled at the sight, and hummed contendly. Suddendly, you stumbled upon a cottage, an old and weary one. Not like the one you have, carefully built with love and with the help of your hybrid friends.
Your muzzle twitched, trying to detect the smell of whoever was in it. It reeked of the scent of wood, musk, meat, and... wolf. Your long ears shot down, on guard of your surroundings, and that cottage. But still, the manly smell drew you in, and you couldn't stop yourself from walking towards it, your legs shaking at every step you took.
Knock knock.
"Hello? Is anyone here?" You called out to the person inside it.
For a few seconds, there was no answer. And as you were about to rock on your heels and leave, the door swung open aggressively and dragged you in. You yelped in surprise, the sound muffled by the strong, big, calloused hand covering your mouth.
You got thrown on the futon, gasping at the sudden action.
"W-what the..."
You were about to swear until you saw the man in front of you. Tall, buff — ripped even, a wolf hybrid, and incredibly handsome. You felt heat rising on your cheeks — and not to mention between your legs. He eyed you up, his gaze dark and fierce, looking at you like he was about to eat you alive. He smirked, letting out a small chuckle. The wolf crouched down to be at a eye-level with you — even though he was still a tad bit taller even in that position.
"Watcha doing here, lil bunny? Mhm?" He said, his voice deep and smooth, slightly raspy.
"I...I was just about to get home to make dinner — Ha! My bag!"
You looked around, hoping that your ingredients would stay intact.
"You mean that?" He jerked his chin to your wicker basket, intact and sat on the ground.
"Tch — Who cares about that. What's your name bunny?" He asked, scotting closer to you. You could practically smell the heat coming from him — the strong smell making you feel various things you normally shouldn't.
"Y/n" You answered, your ears fluttering.
"That's a cute name for a cute bunny like ya" He snickered, and slowly climbed on top of you. "Name's Toji." He said with a sly grin.
"Y'know, a pretty bunny shouldn't wander all alone in the forest. There's some bad guys out here. Bears, foxes, wolves — like me." He smirked, looking down at you again, hunger in his eyes.
You swallowed a slump of saliva, your cheeks hottening more and more as he ogled you. You couldn't deny that it made your cunt pulse, you could feel it getting slick because of this wolf.
He leaned down, smelling you, his face burried in the crook of your neck. He took a deep, long, breath before looking up.
"Y'smell good, bunny." He rasped out, and started nibbing on your collarbone, making you whimper.
"So sensitive — I like it." The wolf praised, chuckling.
He started sucking on your throat, leaving love bites everywhere, and making you a quivering mess.
"Relax doll, I didn't even start yet." He whispered.
All of a sudden, he paused. He propped himself on his elbows and took a good look at you.
"Tell me how old you are before I start fucking your guts out, princess." He asked, raising an eyebrow.
"21... is that too young?" You asked, disappointment obvious in your tone.
His eyebrows shot up, but the corners of his lips twitched.
"Nah, you're good, lil bunny." He said before crashing his lips onto yours, bringing you in for a aggressive and sloppy kiss.
Your arms wrapped around his back, your hand craddling his hair. He nibbed on your bottom lip as you kissed — almost drawing blood. He pulled away, leaving you both breathless. He removed the straps of your babydoll dress off your shoulders, and quickly removed it from your body. He gazed down at you, licking his lips, and dived in to suck on your sweet, perky, boobs. Your back arched as your hips bucked — searching for friction.
"So impatient. Well, i'm not complaining." He smirked, tearing his shirt away. letting the torn pieces fall on the floor. His hands went down, one gripping your thigh, and the other teased the wet stain on your panties.
"T-Toji, please..." You muttured, your legs begginning to tremble.
"Alright, alright. I'll give ya what you want. " He snicked and slid the cloth off you.
He sucked on his fingers before sliding the tip of one of his digits inside your wet entrance. He slowly went further, the bulge in his pants growing more evident each time a moan left your lips. The wolf slipped another finger inside and started pumping at a measured pace, testing the waters.
"'s good?" He asked, looking up at your flushed face.
"Mhm..mhhmmhmm..." You hummed "Faster Toji..." You begged, breathless.
He snorted and quickened his pace, making you moan loudly, back arching off the mattress at the pleasure.
"All that noise, just for 2 fingers, huh? Wonder how you'll sound with my dick in ya, bunny." He whisepered, pulling out his fingers from your sex — now slick with your wetness.
He pulled down his pants, revealing his thick, long, veiny length, pre-cum already drawign at the rosy tip. A soft gasp left your mouth, impressed by the sight.
"Y'like it, bunny? 's all for you." He winked and grabbed your hips, his fingers digging onto your soft skin.
He positionned himself at your cunt's entrance, and slammed it in without a warning. Your velvety walls clenched around his dick — making him groan.
"So tight for me, bunny..." He hissed, before thrusting in you at a fast pace, leaving you no time to adjust.
Your moans echoed around the cottage as he fucked you senslessly, making you see stars. You rolled your eyes back as his thick cock hit your cervix with no mercy. His hands moved from your hips to your knees — pushing them back to go deeper and make you feel even better.
Your nails dug onto his back, scratching it as he kept going hard and fast, making you cry of pleasure.
"Gosh! Toji! Faster, faster!!" You pleaded, begging for more of that sweet sensation he was giving you.
"Yeah? You want more, bunny? I'll give ya more, you little slut." He laughed, and flipped you onto your stomach, making you yelp.
He slammed into you once more, pushing your head onto the pillow — muffling your sweat pleas as he gripped on your ass with his big hand, cupping it whole. Sweat dripped on his defined abs and pecs as he fucked you irrationally, loving the way your tembling hands gripped on the futon, so tight your knuckles were turning white.
He chuckled, turned on by the hot mess infront of him. He grabbed your hair roughly, pulling your head back. He leaned down, you could feel his hot breath on your ear.
"Ya like it, bunny? I'll come inside of ya at this rate. Gonna get you pregnant, dumb bunny." He whispered, a wide grin on his face.
He gripped on your hair tighter, forcing you to look at him and to meet his gaze.
"Yes... c-come inside of me...Toji..ngh..!!" You barely managed to let out that sentence, too engrossed in the intense feeling.
"Yeah? Good girl, giving me that sweet pussy of yours. All for me, mhm?" He praised, smacking your ass lightly, making you gasp.
"Fuck-!! Mhmm, all yours Toji... Just.. Keep..ngh! Fucking me..!" You moaned, gripping the sheets tightly.
"Yeah? Keep fucking you? Like that?" He emphasized it by a hard, rough thrust, hitting your cervix — making your toes curl and your back arch even more.
"Fuuuck... You coming? Your pussy's so tight..." He groaned as your walls tightened around his dick.
"Toji...Toji...coming, coming!!!" You moaned loudly, your eyes rolling back, saliva dripping on the pillow.
"Yeah? You comin'? Come on my dick, bunny. Come on, give it all to me, baby." He urged you on before slipping a finger inside your mouth, coating it with your warm saliva.
The orgasm hits you like a truck, making you moan endlessly, whole body trembling under him.
"Shit. Gonna come too..." He hissed, withdrawing his finger from your mouth to grip on your hips better.
He did a few final thrusts — rough and hard, before spilling himself in you — thick, long, ropes of semen filling your insides. You cried out his name as he releasing himself in you.
He collapsed on top of you, crushing you onto the mattress. He sighed, catching his breath — his chest heaving up and down.
"You okay bunny? First time with a wolf?" He asked, a smirk on his face.
"Mhmm, 'was good." You blushed. "Yeah... I usually do it with other bunnies and stuff... But it's not as good." You admitted.
"Yeah? I'm glad i'm good, then. Glad I could satisfy a bunny." He chuckled and positionned himself besides you, stroking your soft hair.
"Go to sleep, okay? You can stay here. Might aswell do whatever meal you were planning on making before coming here, mhm?" He smiled and kissed your forehead.
" Okay." You smiled back. You could feel your eyelids getting heavier, before finally closing them, drifint off to sleep...
Why is the class princess always a mess around Bakugo ⋆˚꩜｡
MINORS DNI 18+ .ᐟ.ᐟ
If U.A. ever handed out unofficial titles, yours would’ve been embroidered on a satin banner by now: Class 1-A’s princess.
Not literally, though with the way Mina decorated your side of the dorm hallway in pink fairy lights, it wasn’t hard to imagine, but socially? Totally. Completely. Irrefutably.
Sparkles followed you like loyal sidekicks. Your quirk, Glimmer Bloom, produced tiny bursts of colourful light that sparkled around you when you got excited, which was often.
You didn’t have the brute force of Kirishima, or Todoroki’s icy cool control, or Midoriya’s endless strategy spirals, but you had style, charm, and a hero costume so cute Aoyama nearly cried when he saw it.
You always knew everyone’s birthdays, kept backup lip gloss in your desk for emergencies, and brought pastel cupcakes to study sessions “because morale is important.”
Even Aizawa, tired, eye-bagged, living embodiment of a sigh, softened a millimetre when you cheerfully handed him herbal tea on late training nights. You were sunshine. Glitter. Kisses in human form.
And then there was Bakugo Katsuki.
The reason your sunshine occasionally short-circuited.
He wasn’t new, you’d been in Class 1-A together from the start, but your crush on him? Oh, that was very new. Very unwelcome. And very obvious to literally everyone except him.
Because Bakugo Katsuki existed in his own orbit. Explosive. Sharpened. Always ten seconds from blowing something up, and somehow that only made your heart do embarrassing, fluttery gymnastics.
He walked into homeroom, muscles tense, jaw set, eyes sharp and burning, and your brain just went poof.
Like your quirk misfired from inside your skull.
The first time it really hit you was during sparring drills last month. He’d pinned you, not on purpose, your brain insisted, though who could say with Bakugo, one arm braced beside your head, breath hot against your cheek, growling, “If you hesitate like that in the field you’re dead, princess.”
Princess.
He said it like it was an insult.
You heard it like a prophecy.
And obviously, you squeaked. Out loud. An actual squeak. In front of the entire class. Mina had to physically drag you off the ground after.
Ever since then, well. Things had not improved.
When Bakugo walked by your desk? Pens dropped. Papers fluttered. Your quirk fizzled little heart-shaped sparks that you had to smack away with both hands before anyone saw. When he spoke to you? Your sentences got tangled like ribbon. When he looked at you even a little too long?
Glitter. Everywhere.
“Girl, you’re hopeless,” Kaminari whispered one morning as Bakugo passed your row, shoulders broad beneath his hero course jacket, scowl somehow angelic on him.
“I’m fine,” you lied, smoothing your skirt, heart hammering so loud you swore Sero could hear it from across the room.
“You’re sparkling,” Jirou added dryly without looking up from her notebook.
You slapped your hands against your cheeks to stop the glow. “It's a quirk glitch, okay!”
Bakugo didn’t even turn around, just tossed a low, bored, “Tch. Cut the noise,” over his shoulder, which only made your stomach flip harder.
Bakugo usually sat in the back row, prime territory for brooding, scowling, and muttering insults under his breath, but today, for some cosmic reason you were certain the universe did on purpose, he took the seat directly behind you.
Directly. Behind. You.
You could feel the heat of his presence before he even sat down. Like your body had become some kind of Bakugo proximity sensor. Mina shot you a look from across the aisle like, oh this is gonna be good, and you tried very, very hard to act normal while your heart did full Olympic gymnastics.
Aizawa droned something about rescue strategies and topographical reasoning, and you scribbled perfect colour-coded notes like the good little class princess you were, pink pen, sparkly highlighter, tiny little hearts dotting your i’s.
Anything to ignore the boy-sized furnace breathing a foot behind you. You were so focused you didn’t register the sound at first.
Tap.
You froze.
Tap. Tap.
Your heart jumped sideways. That was a shoulder tap. A Bakugo tap. Bakugo Katsuki was tapping you on the shoulder. You turned around slowly, like if you moved too fast you’d explode.
Bakugo was leaning forward in his seat, arms folded on his desk, expression flat but eyes sharp , like he was annoyed and bored and confused all at once.
“Oi.” His voice was low, rough, rumbling right under your skin. “Lemme see your notes. He’s going too damn fast.”
Your mouth opened. Then closed. Then opened again.
Instead of simply handing him the notebook like a normal functioning human being, you panicked. And tossed the entire spiral-bound thing backward over your shoulder.
Like a bouquet at a wedding.
Like a sacrifice to the Bakugo god.
It smacked his chest. You slapped both hands over your glossy lips, mortified heat flooding your cheeks. “Ohmygod I'm sorry—” Aizawa didn’t even look up. He’d grown immune to your brand of chaos.
Bakugo caught the notebook in one hand like it weighed nothing, blinking once, twice, slow and perplexed.
“…The hell was that?” he muttered.
But not angry. Not even close.
When you whipped back around in your seat, spine straight as a ruler, staring at the front like your life depended on it, Bakugo just watched you. Not glaring. Not smirking.
Just… watching. You could feel his eyes on the back of your head, hot and questioning, like he was trying to solve a puzzle.
Why you always sparkled when he got near. Why you squeaked when he spoke. Why the loudest, chattiest, glitteriest girl in all of U.A. became a speechless mess around him and only him.
And he leaned back in his seat with a deep, irritated sigh that didn’t quite hide the confusion underneath.
“Did I do something?” he whispered under his breath.
Like he genuinely couldn’t understand why Class 1-A’s princess, the girl who practically twirled through the dorm halls, beloved by everyone, effortless sunshine, endless chatter, shut down completely the second Katsuki Bakugo gave her a single shred of attention.
He flipped open your notebook anyway.
The second Aizawa dismissed class, you bolted. Not gracefully. Not regally. Not like a princess.
More like a startled glittery rabbit in platform heels.
You scooped your notebooks and pens into your bag and you squeaked like a chew toy, which made your quirk flicker tiny pink sparks all down the hallway as you fled.
“Oi—” Bakugo tried, voice low behind you, but nope. No thank you. Absolutely not. You were running for your life. You didn’t stop until you were inside your dorm, door shut, back pressed against it, cheeks practically glowing from embarrassment and leftover Bakugo proximity.
Your room, your sanctuary, greeted you in full princess glory.
Pink fairy lights. Scented candles. Fluffy rugs. Heart-shaped pillows. And your huge white bed draped in a cloud of soft blankets that looked like they were crafted from baby unicorn fur.
You threw yourself face-first into the mattress with a dramatic whine.
“Why am I like this,” you groaned into a pillow shaped like a strawberry. You made the world’s most high-pitched noise and buried yourself under your comforter like a glittery mole.
Eventually, you changed into your comfort clothes, a tiny pair of bubblegum-pink satin shorts and a matching cami, silky and soft and very you. And reapplied your lip gloss, because even in panic you had standards, you flopped back onto your pile of pillows and scrolled on your phone to distract yourself.
You were mid-scroll through a video of baby bunnies wearing flower crowns when—
Knock. Knock. Knock.
You froze.
No one knocked like that.
Firm. Impatient. Like the person on the other side of the door didn’t knock so much as declare open up. Your stomach dropped. Your sparkles fizzled.
Oh no.
Oh no no no!
You cracked the door open the smallest, tiniest, most microscopic amount and, it was him.
Bakugo Katsuki.
In the dorm hallway. Outside your room. Holding your pink notebook like it offended him.
He looked annoyed. But also weirdly tense? Like he’d been pacing before knocking. His gaze flicked down your body, from your bare shoulders, to your tiny pink satin shorts, and he jerked his eyes away immediately, jaw clenching so hard you could hear it.
“…Why’re you dressed like that,” he muttered.
You squeaked. Again. “It’s bedtime!”
“It’s four in the damn afternoon.”
“Nap time!”
A beat.
He breathed out through his nose like someone fighting God Himself. “Whatever.” He shoved the notebook toward you. “You left too fast. I wasn’t done with your notes.”
Your face went nuclear-level hot. “I’m sorry! I just, you were— I was— brain malfunction— you know—”
He stared.
You wanted to evaporate.
“Do I make you nervous or something?” he asked finally, voice low, rough, strangely gentle under all the gravel.
Your quirk betrayed you instantly. A tiny pink spark popped into existence right beside your cheek. You slapped it away with a mortified gasp.
Bakugo’s eyes widened the slightest bit. Not mocking. Just startled.
And then, God help you, something like a faint, smug smirk tugged at the corner of his mouth, like he’d finally solved the puzzle he’d been chewing on all day. He leaned an elbow braced against your doorframe, stepping just a little closer.
“So that’s it,” he murmured. “That why you bolted? Can’t think straight around me, princess?”
Your breath hitched. Your sparkles flickered like a fireworks factory. Bakugo watched every single one. And he didn’t look confused anymore. He looked dangerous.
In a way that made your heart feel like spun sugar.
Before you could even squeak a protest, Bakugo nudged the door just enough with his shoulder, then stepped inside. One foot. Then the other. And suddenly, he was there, in your room, the scent of him, warm, sharp, faintly explosive, wrapping around you like a slow, impossible fire.
His eyes flickered over your fairy-lit lair, taking in the strawberry-shaped pillows, the pastel chaos, the sheer, unapologetic feminity of it all. His smirk deepened. "Figures," he muttered, but it didn't sound like mockery, more like he was filing this away in some private Bakugo catalogue titled You, Explained.
You backed up until your knees hit the bedframe, gripping the edge to stop your hands from shaking. "You—you can't just walk in here!"
Bakugo shrugged, tossing your notebook onto your vanity where it landed with a soft thud. "Too late." His gaze roamed over you again, lingering on the way your cami strap had slipped down your shoulder, the nervous flutter of your pulse at your throat.
When his fingers twitched at his sides, just once, you swore the air between you crackled.
Silence stretched, thick and sweet and unbearable. Then he stepped closer, boots scuffing against your fluffy rug, nostrils flaring slightly like he was breathing you in. "You know," he said, voice dropping to a rumble that curled your toes, "your sparkles get brighter when I piss you off."
They did.
Right now, they were practically strobing.
"You're imagining things," you lied, but your voice wobbled.
Bakugo scoffed. "Bullshit." He reached out, slow, deliberate, and caught one of your runaway sparkles between his thumb and forefinger.
It fizzled against his calloused skin, leaving behind a faint pink smudge. His grin turned wolfish. "Gotcha."
Your breath stuttered. He was close enough now that you could see the flecks of gold in his crimson eyes, feel the heat radiating off him in waves. Some primal part of your brain screamed Danger!, but the rest of you? The rest of you was leaning in.
Bakugo noticed. Of course he did. His smirk softened, just a fraction, as his gaze dropped to your mouth. "What, no comeback? No glittery speech?" He tilted his head, and oh god, was he, was he enjoying this?
You swallowed hard. "Shut up."
He barked a laugh, rough and surprised. "There she is." One hand came up, hovering near your cheek like he couldn't decide whether to touch you or throttle you. His fingers flexed. "You're fucking ridiculous, you know that?"
The words should've stung.
Instead, they settled warm in your chest. Because Bakugo wasn't walking away. He wasn't even scowling. He was standing in your glitter bomb of a bedroom, looking at you like you were the most fascinating problem he'd ever encountered, and Katsuki Bakugo loved solving problems.
Your quirk betrayed you again, showering the space between you in gold and pink. Bakugo's nose twitched at the sudden brightness, but he didn't back off.
If anything, he leaned in closer, eyes tracking the way the sparks reflected in your wide pupils. "Annoying," he muttered. Then, quieter, "Kinda pretty, though."
The confession hit like one of his explosions, sudden, violent, leaving you breathless. Your knees buckled. Bakugo's hand shot out instinctively, catching your elbow before you could collapse onto your pink comforter.
The contact sent a jolt through you, his fingers branding your skin through the thin satin. You could feel every callous, every ridge from years of detonating his quirk.
"Oi," he growled, voice lower than you'd ever heard it. "Nodding ain't answering. Use your words." He leaned in, close enough that his breath mingled with yours, smelling faintly of caramel and gunpowder.
Somewhere between a threat and a plea, he bit out, "Do you like me or not?"
Your sparkles went supernova.
Pink. Gold. Silver.
They erupted around you in a cascading halo, illuminating the sharp planes of his face in flickering pastel. You opened your mouth, nothing came out but a tiny, mortified whimper.
Bakugo's smirk curled slow like smoke. "That's what I thought." His thumb brushed your inner wrist, just once, rough enough to make you shiver. "Fuckin' ridiculous," he muttered, but his grip gentled.
Before you could process, he spun you both, your back hit the mattress, his knees bracketing your hips, palms planted on either side of your head. The fairy lights caught the molten gold in his irises as they dragged down your body.
"You're really wearing this shit just to sleep?" His voice scraped raw over the satin clinging to your thighs.
You arched up instinctively, bad idea. His knee slid between yours, heat searing through the thin fabric. His breath hitched when your sparkles rained onto his shoulders.
"Still not talking?" Bakugo's fingers traced the strap slipping down your arm. "Fine." His palm smacked the mattress beside your head. "Up. Now."
You scrambled upright, pulse hammering where his touch lingered. Bakugo sank onto the edge of your bed like he owned it, legs spread, arms crossed. That look, half challenge, half hunger, sent your quirk into overdrive.
Pink motes swirled between you like fireflies trapped in syrup.
One eyebrow arched. "Straddle me."
Your mouth dried. "W-what?"
"You heard me." His boot hooked around your ankle, dragging you forward until your knees pressed into the mattress on either side of his thighs. "Unless you wanna keep being a coward."
The first brush of denim against your inner thighs nearly short-circuited your brain. Bakugo's hands clamped on your hips before you could bolt, fingers digging in just shy of painful. His smirk turned feral when your sparkles burst against his collarbones.
"Look at you," he rumbled, "all glitter and no guts." His thumbs stroked the dips of your hips through the satin. "Gonna run again?"
You shook your head frantically, curls bouncing, then froze when his gaze dropped lower.
Bakugo smirked. "Bet you're pink everywhere, huh?" The words scraped out like gravel and honey. His grip tightened. "Bet your fucking cum sparkles too—"
Your hands flew up to slap over his mouth, face burning hotter than his nitroglycerin sweat. "Shut up!"
Glitter erupted from your skin in panicked bursts, peach, blush, rose, illuminating the way his irises dilated behind your fingers.
He laughed against your palms, the vibration traveling up your arms like livewire electricity. His tongue darted out, wet, scorching, licking a stripe across your fingertips before you could yank away. "Tastes like sugar," he rasped, watching your breath hitch with predatory satisfaction. "Knew it."
You scrambled , thighs clamping around his waist in the process, horrifyingly intimate. Bakugo's nostrils flared. His palm slid up your spine, fingers tangling in the fine hairs at your nape.
"Deny it," he challenged, breath hot against your ear. "Say your slick isn't glowing right now."
Traitorous warmth pooled low in your belly. Your quirk betrayed you again, shimmering pulses radiating from beneath the satin shorts pressed against his abs. Bakugo's grin turned downright carnivorous.
One calloused thumb hooked under the waistband. "Prove me wrong," he dared, dragging the fabric down an inch, just enough to reveal the first hint of pearlescent wetness catching the fairy lights. His exhale punched out ragged. "Fuck. It is pink."
You whined, thighs shaking, sparkles refracting in the sweat beading along his throat. Bakugo groaned, a rough, punched-out sound, and hauled you flush against him. His teeth grazed your pulse point. "Gonna ruin me, princess."
The first tear of fabric echoed obscenely loud as his claws shredded through your camisole.
Pastel ribbons fluttered to the bedspread like cherry blossom petals, too soft, too feminine for the way his hips canted up against yours.
Your back arched when his mouth closed over one peaked nipple, tongue swirling the glitter beading there. Bakugo grunted, the sound reverent and filthy, when luminescent streaks smeared across his cheekbones.
"Told you," he panted against your sternum, fingers working your shorts past trembling hips. "Fucking sparkly everywhere."
The last coherent thought you had, before his teeth sank into you again, was that Mina owed you new pyjamas.
Bakugo flipped you onto your back with a single rough shove, your thighs spreading instinctively beneath his hips as he loomed over you, pupils blown wide.
His smirk sharpened when your sparkles erupted again, golden, frantic, illuminating the predatory hunger in his expression. "Pathetic," he growled, but his fingers trembled where they gripped your waist.
"Coulda had Deku fawning over you like some damn prince." His knee pressed higher between your legs, dragging a whimper from your throat. "Instead you're here—" his palm slid up your ribs, "wrapped around my fingers—" his thumb brushed your nipple, "glowing like a fucking firework."
You arched into his touch, tremors wracking your spine when his free hand yanked your ruined cami straps down your arms.
The sound of fabric tearing filled the room, too loud, too obscene, but Bakugo didn't hesitate. He leaned in close, lips grazing your ear as his knee pressed harder. "Say it," he demanded, voice guttural. "Say you picked me."
Your hips jerked involuntarily when his teeth scraped your collarbone. "I—" A spark burst against his eyelid, making him blink. "I picked you!"
Bakugo exhaled sharply through his nose, half triumphant snarl, half shuddering groan, before surging forward to capture your mouth in a kiss that tasted like victory and nitroglycerin.
His tongue mapped every inch of you with single-minded focus, as if cataloging the way your breath hitched when he bit your lower lip just shy of painful.
When he pulled back, your sparkles had formed a perfect halo around his disheveled spikes. His chest heaved as he dragged a thumb through the glitter smeared across your cheekbone, then licked it clean with a low hum.
"Mine," he declared, fingers tightening possessively on your hips. "Every fucking shimmer."
Somewhere beyond your glitter-clouded haze, you registered the dorm hallway outside, the distant laughter of your classmates, the squeak of sneakers on linoleum.
Normal sounds. Safe sounds.
The complete antithesis of the boy currently pinning you to silken sheets with his weight and the molten promise in his gaze.
Bakugo noticed your distraction immediately. His palm cracked against the headboard beside your ear, making you jump. "Eyes here, princess."
When you obeyed, trembling, he smirked, all sharp canines and wicked intent. "Good girl." His free hand slid between your thighs, callouses catching on sensitive skin. "Now let's see how loud you sparkle."
The first press of his fingers drew a whine from your throat, high and broken. Your quirk responded instantly, pearl-pink luminescence spilling over his knuckles, dripping onto the rumpled satin sheets beneath you.
Bakugo's breath stuttered. "Holy shit," he rasped, watching the glow spread between your legs with something akin to reverence. His thumb circled once, twice, drawing out another pulse of light that clung to his skin like liquid glitter. "Fuckin' perfect."
You arched off the bed when he crooked his fingers, nails scraping down his biceps as your sparkles rained across his chest. Bakugo growled low in his throat, the sound vibrating through you where your bodies pressed together, and increased the pace, his rhythm merciless.
"That's it," he goaded, lips brushing your temple. "C'mon, light up for me."
The pressure built dizzyingly fast, your thighs clamping around his wrist as the room flickered gold and rose. Bakugo's breath hitched when your back bowed off the mattress, his name tumbling from your lips in a desperate plea.
Right before you shattered, his mouth crashed onto yours, swallowing your moans as your quirk detonated, a supernova of color refracting through the fairy lights, painting his skin in shimmering streaks.
Panting, you went boneless against the sheets. Bakugo pulled back just enough to examine his glitter-coated forearm with a satisfied smirk.
"Told you," he muttered, licking a stripe up his palm where your glow lingered. His eyes darkened at the taste. "Fuckin' addicting."
Then, before you could recover, he flipped you onto your stomach with a single rough shove. "Round two," he announced, kneading the back of your thighs. "And this time—" his teeth grazed your shoulder blade, "I'm gonna make you sparkle loud enough to wake up the whole damn dorm."
Your whimper dissolved into the pillows as his hands spanned your waist, the promise in his touch searing brighter than any quirk.
Bakugo exhaled sharply through his nose when your sparkles flickered against the dark fabric of his belt, already half-undone, the leather slack against his hips.
His fingers trembled, just once, before he yanked it free with a sharp metallic rasp that made your thighs clench. You turned your face into the strawberry pillow just as his palm smoothed down the curve of your ass, possessive and rough.
"Look at me," he growled, thumb hooking in the ruined satin clinging to your hips. When you hesitated, his teeth grazed the nape of your neck. "Now."
The first stroke of his cock against your thigh sent a jolt through you.
Hot, heavy, glistening with the same iridescent slick your quirk left on his fingers. He hissed through clenched teeth, muscles taut as he pumped himself twice, the sound wet and obscene in the quiet of your room.
Your name tore from his throat when your sparkles burst against his knuckles, pearlescent streaks painting his forearm. "Fuck," he rasped, thumb smearing the glow across your hipbone. "Gonna ruin you."
The initial stretch burned, blissful, aching, as he pressed in with a groan that rattled your ribs. Your moan fractured against the pillow when he bottomed out, his hips flush against yours, every ridge and vein slotting into place like you were made for it.
Bakugo's breath came ragged against your shoulder blades, his fingers digging into the meat of your thighs as he adjusted to the vice-like heat.
"Move," you gasped, arching back against him. His answering snarl sent sparks skittering across the sheets.
He set a punishing pace immediately, each thrust punching little glittering whines from your throat. The headboard rattled against the wall in time with the wet slap of skin, Bakugo's palm splayed between your shoulder blades to keep you pinned.
His other hand fisted in your hair, tilting your head back just enough to see the way your sparkles clung to his sweat-slicked collarbones. His teeth found the shell of your ear as the first real pulse of your orgasm lit up the room, gold, pink, incandescent, his groan reverberating through you like a detonation. "Fuck, there it is—"
Your muffled scream dissolved into the strawberry pillow as he fucked you through it, his rhythm turning erratic, brutal. Bakugo's hips snapped forward once, twice, before his grip on your hair yanked your head back entirely.
His lips crashed against yours just as he spilled deep inside you, hot, pulsing, his broken moan swallowed by your mouth. Your quirk responded in kind, pearlescent streaks erupting between your joined bodies, painting his abs in liquid starlight where they pressed flush against your ass.
He didn't pull out.
Just collapsed atop you with his full weight, his rapid-fire heartbeat thudding between your shoulder blades. His fingers traced idle patterns through the glow smeared across your thighs, sticky-sweet and still faintly luminescent.
When you shifted, his arm banded tighter around your waist. "Stay," he grunted against your nape, an order softened by the way his lips lingered on your sweat-damp skin.
Outside, someone's laughter echoed down the hallway, oblivious to the way Bakugo's teeth grazed your pulse point, marking, claiming, as his hips gave one last lazy roll.
Your fingers tangled with his where they rested on your stomach, sparking tiny pink flares at the contact. Bakugo huffed, annoyed, fond, before biting your shoulder hard enough to make you yelp.
"Quit it," he muttered, but his thumb stroked over your knuckles anyway. The fairy lights cast shifting shadows across the walls as your breathing evened out, his chest rising and falling against your back, his breath warming the spot between your wings where his palm rested.
Heavy. Present.
"You're staring," you mumbled into the pillow, skin prickling beneath his gaze. Bakugo scoffed but didn't deny it, calloused fingers trailing down your spine in a slow, proprietary sweep that left glitter in their wake.
His lips followed, hot, insistent, branding each vertebra as he moved lower, pausing to nip at the dimples above your ass with a sound suspiciously close to a growl.
You squirmed, thighs pressing together reflexively, but he wedged his knee between them with effortless dominance. "Bakugo—"
"Katsuki," he corrected against the small of your back, the vibration skating down to where your bodies were still joined. His tongue swiped over a particularly bright sparkle clinging to your hip.
"Say it." When you hesitated, his teeth dug in, not hard enough to bruise, just enough to make your breath hitch. "Now."
"K-Katsuki," you stammered, flushing when he hummed approval against your skin. His lips curved into a smirk you could feel as he kissed lower, the swell of your ass, the crease of your thigh, each touch deliberate, lingering.
He exhaled sharply through his nose when your quirk reacted instinctively, dusting his cheekbones in gold. "You're—mmph—gonna be insufferable in class tomorrow, aren't you?"
Bakugo paused mid-bite, lifting his head just enough to pin you with a look that simmered with wicked promise. "Gonna sit way the fuck closer behind you now," he admitted, voice rough with satisfaction.
His fingers kneaded the supple flesh of your thighs, leaving faint pink smudges where your glow clung to his fingerprints. "Watch you squirm every time I breathe on your neck."
You whined, pressing your burning face into the mattress. "No—that's too embarrassing!"
His laugh was dark, thrilled, vibrating through your ribcage as he licked a stripe up your spine. "Don't care." His palm smacked your ass, once, sharp, drawing out another burst of sparkles. "Shoulda thought of that before you let me in your bed, princess."
The nickname shouldn't have sent heat pooling low in your belly again. Bakugo seemed to sense it anyway, his groan was half exasperation, half arousal as he rolled his hips lazily, still buried inside you.
Your choked moan disappeared into the pillows when his teeth found your earlobe. "Round three," he decided, voice dripping with sinful intent. "And this time," his hand slid around to your front, fingers pressing lightly against your clit, "I'm making damn sure every extra in this school knows who you sparkle for."
Your protest dissolved into a broken gasp as his touch reignited the embers of your pleasure, Bakugo's name tumbling from your lips in a litany that only spurred him on.
Outside, the dorm settled into evening quiet, completely unaware of the way the blond menace behind you was rewriting every rule of engagement between you with each possessive thrust, each glimmering kiss.
