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[nasty-quillz]

You're My Fucking Fantasy

tags: mind control, dirty talk, orgy, possible dub con

summary: Y/n with a Fantasy Quirk. Izuku ask what her fantasy is, and she is too embarrassed to tell him. So he suggests she show him

 that bad.” Izuku says as he hugs you from behind. “It’s just a fantasy, you can tell me.” 

You shook your head vehemently. “Nah. Nope. Nada. Can’t do it.” You turned your face into your silk pillowcase. You could feel large scarred hands rubbing up the backs of your thighs. 

“I mean if you can’t bring yourself to say anything, you could always show me.”

The words are whispered into your ear and the shiver that runs through you can’t be suppressed.

“‘Zuku…”

He noses at the back of your head, before kissing your neck. “C’mon Baby, you know I won’t judge you.” His hand ran up your sides, under the oversized shirt you stole from him. Scarred hands were warm on beautiful dark brown skin. “Just wanna see what type of nasty shit my girlfriend thinks about.”

His hand wriggled under your chest, now full of your breasts. He tweaked them harshly and you moaned. Against your ass you could feel the thick harsh line of him twitching.

“Izuku I don’t really think—”

Before you knew what was happening, you were being flipped over. After a moment of disorientation, you found yourself straddling your boyfriend's hips as he looked up at you, with puppy dog eyes. “Please, Y/n. You never use your quirk on me! Last week at the party, you used it on Mina while you were both drunk and then you guys started making out! You wouldn’t even tell Kirishima and I what you showed her.” 

The way he whined at the end made you roll your eyes. “Fine, but we do this my way.” 

Izuku perked up, super excited to finally experience his girlfriend’s quirk.

He looks at you and you sigh, before grinding down into his erection. “If you wanna do this, we gotta get in the mood.” 

The young man flushed looking into your eyes as you ground down on his throbbing dick. You bite your bottom lip and you gaze down at him. You let your hand palm him through UA sweatpants.

Your voice was low and full of heat when you spoke. “Take it out.”

Izuku flushed a deeper red and hastily complied. He lifted his hips off the bed, uprooting you, and pushed his pants down his hips. The curving length of his dick springs upward and the green haired man strokes it with a whine.

“Baby, please.” You look at his face, then to the way he grows in his own hand. 

You bite your lip and tug at the man’s “T-shirt. Off.”

Without having to be told twice, he removes his shirt and you admire freckle covered skin. 

You sit back down, positioning yourself, so that the wet gooey folds of your pussy, pressed his cock to his flawless stomach. You minutely grind on his dick, eyes closed, enjoying the way it feels, eyes closing 

Izuku whined  below you, but you ignored him, savoring the way he felt against dark gooey lips. His hands clutched desperately at your hips, failing not to rut up into you. 

You breathed deep, eyes shut. You activated your quirk, letting the tingling feeling overtake your eyes and you breathed out Izuku’s name.

The freckled young man opened his eyes only to immediately meet your own.

Izuku stared at the flicker cinematic reels of your eyes, before succumbing to your quirk.

Izuku woke up with a moan. He looked down, expecting the warm wet heat on his dick to be you, looking up at him mischievously, but nearly swallowed his own tongue when he was het with the heterochromic eyes of Shouto Todoroki.

“S-Sho, what—” He pleasured question was cut off with a moan as Shouto sank his mouth down all the way, coldhot lips kissing at his base. Without real thought, Izuku sunk a big scared hand into cascading candycane hair, and fucked his bestfriend’s throat.

He took pleasure in it, in a way he didn’t know he would. “F-fuck me—Shouto, Fuck your mouth.” His head turned to the side and across his room he was met with a sight he definitely never expected.

On your knees, next to his bed, was you, bopping your head expertly on Kirishima’s very impressive dick. The bubbly boy had his head thrown back, shark teeth digging dangerously into his lip. It was a visual Izuku didn’t know he needed until that moment.

"Fuck Mina, gimme that sloppy neck. Come on."

Izuku's head snapped around to the other side of the bed and felt a new level of astonishment.

Hitoshi laid next to him on the large bed, Mina's head bobbing in his lap with a vacant expression on her face.

"Eijirou must love this pretty pink mouth, it takes dick so well."

Then without warning, Hitoshi turned to Izuku and kissed him, deep. 

Izuku responded, twining tongues wetly with the other boy. He fell so deep into it, he didn't notice Shouto pulling away from his cock.

Shinso just pulled away from the kiss, to direct Mina.

"Mina, off." 

Izuku watched dazed as the pink girl complied immediately, resting on her forearms over Hitoshi.

"Suck Izuku's dick like a good girl"

The curvy girl moved to comply, shoving her way over Izuku. She kissed his dick, Shouto's spit and Izuku pre sticky on her lips, before she eased the tip in her mouth.

Whiteless eyes stared into green with a complete lack of self that sent a thrill through Izuku.

She only looked content when she started moving up and down his dick, slurping and leaving him sloppy. She reached up to roll his balls and her tongue darted out to lick them.

"Good girl. Now let's see if your bestfriend can behave like you. Y/n get that fat ass over here."

Izuku tore his eyes away from the alien like girl between his legs to stare at you as pull 

off his friend's thick heavy dick.

You walk around the bed and stand there waiting lips swollen from the throat fucking you received.

"Come drag that gooey cunt across my tongue." Shinso held his hand out and you took it. You climbed onto the bed, enthusiastically positioning yourself over the mind controller.

Shinso hooks his arms around thick soft thighs and dives into your  pussy. As he does, you hold eye contact with Izuku as you moan and hump his friends tongue. You have the same dazed look that Mina has, but Izuku can tell it’s just for the show of your fantasy.

"Y/n, w-what-"

He's cut off by your moan, as you grind on the other boy's face, hands sunk into purple hair.

You looked at your boyfriend and watched as it turned him on enough to make Mina choke with his thrusting. 

God the sight is so hot. Watching Izuku use your brainwashed friend like a fleshlight. 

Big Scarred hands were tangled in the girl’s pink fro, as he held her in place and fucked her mouth. From your vantage point you could see her throat bulge with each long thrust of his dick. Wet slick noises filled the room alongside the wet sound of Hitoshi eating you out.

And Izuku?

Izuku was staring down at Mina’s pretty vacant eyes, looking the most turned on you’d ever seen him. He had such a dark look in his eyes as he used his friend. And he started muttering.

“Yeah Mina, be still. Lemme in. Fuck look at how your lips stretch around my dick. Ugh yeah play with my balls—”

His rambling was cut off when Shouto and Eijiro crowded around them. 

Eijiro pulled up behind Mina, caressing her sides and Shouto kneeled next to Izuku on the bed, turning his head towards him to kiss. It was all tongue and moaning, before Izuku knew what to do with himself.

As Shouto’s cold fingers tweak his nipple, Eijirou thrusts into Mina, making her gag around him. The spasm of her throat made Izuku whine into Shouto’s mouth and from the foot of the bed Eijiro chuckled darkly. 

“Thatta girl. Best pussy I’ve ever had,” he groans as he fucks his girlfriend. His big hand overlaps Izuku’s on the back of Mina’s head and he hardens his arm. 

Izuku’s rhythm stutters at that. And Eijiro laughs. He knew the shorter man would like that, quirk obsessed as he is. He works Mina’s head down on the green haired man’s dick.

“You like my girl's throat, Izuku?”

Izuku nods rapidly, face hot as the tip of his dick fuck Mina’s throat. Somewhere to his left Shouto moans and green eyes watch the man spread his legs and pull at the jeweled butt plug snuggly filling his hole. 

Shouto’s hole drips with…someone’s cum, as he shoves genty at Izuku to lay down. 

Eijiro pulls Mina off his dick, freeing Izuku and Shouto bullies him into lying parallel to where Hitoshi had you riding his face.

On the floor Eijirou groans and shudders as he nuts inside Mina and Shouto jerk off to the sight of it, before crawling to fill the space between him and Hitoshi. Izuku’s head is spinning. He hadn’t expected this level of debauchery when he needled you to show him. His mind can barely keep up with his dick.

He looks over to you atop Hitoshi. Your sweet brown face looks like something out of a hentai. Mouth open and panting, tongue out with drool dripping onto the other Hero’s abs. From here Izuku can hear the loud sucking and licking noises of Hitoshi eating your pussy. 

It makes his still shiny dick twitch where it lays heavy and fat against his thigh. He’s about to stroke his dick to the sight of you getting eaten out, but stops when Hitosh lifts you off his face and shifts you down to hover over his dick.

“Oh look Y/n. Your boyfriend is watching us. Why don’t you give him a show” 

Izuku groaned as your vacant lusty expression shifts when you sit on the purple haired man’s throbbing flesh. Your eyes roll as you’re filled and you let out a  moan that makes his own stiff dick twitch between his legs.

Hitoshi notices, and gets a dark gleam in his eyes. “Oh he likes that Y/n. Hero Deku likes watching his pretty girlfriend bounce on another man’s dick. Bet you could use some relief. Shouto,” He called to the paler man. “Ride Izuku,” He ordered.

Shouto strandles Izuku’s waist, reverse cowboy and Izuku can see the jeweled end of a butplug occupying the young Hero’s hole.

“Pull it out Izuku,” Comes the command and the man’s bod=y moves on its own. He pulls the heavy metal plug from his best friend's ass and groans at the sight of cum oozing from him.

He doesn’t know whose it's meant to be. Hitoshi’s or Eijirou’s but none of that matters and he scoops some up and brings it to his mouth to slurp up. Around him he hears the men groan 

“That’s fucking filthy,” Eijirous groans fucking into Mina harder

Without another thought, Izuku takes Shouto by the waist and presses his dick into the lithe man’s sloppy hole. They let out joint moans as the dual quirk wielder fell seamlessly into riding Izuku.

The green haired man groans at the odd contrasting sensations of hot and cold striping up and down his dick. He turns his head to you and watches as you keep pace with Shouta, as Hitoshit fingers pinched and twisted dark nipples. “Look at you, Y/n.My pretty lil’ pain slut. So damn creamy around me.”

Hitoshi looks at his friends. “Mina, come sit on my face.” Izuku watches as the woman pulls away from Eijirou and clambered onto the bed to skirt around them.

She straddles the man’s face, and grinds her sloppy hole, dripping with Ejirou’s cum, into Hitoshi’s mouth. The man below her groans as he pushes her head forward to kiss you and Izuku whines at the sight of you making out with another beautiful woman.

Your eyes were still vacant but your face showed how good you felt and it sent a thrill through Izuku.

He let himself fall into the debauchery around him, taking his pleasure from Shouto’s sweet slick hole and watching you get fucked by one of his closest friends.

“Hey Eijirou,” Hitoshi had lifted Mina’s slick cunt off his face to call out.

The behemoth of man didn’t pause where he stood next to Shouto and Izuku, beating his dick to the pretty sight they made. “Yeah?”

Like that his expression when just as vacant as you and Shouto’s.

“Fuck Izuku for me.”

Izuku felt apprehension, but his body wasn’t his own. He spreads his legs wild, watching Shouto balance his hand on his bent knees, as Eijirou climbs onto the bed. 

He easily dwarfs both men and Izuku feels a thrill at that. 

He can’t see much past Shouto, but he can tell from the  motion of the red head’s arm he’s storing himself. 

He feels a hot heavy dollop of precum drip onto his hole and moans at the filthiness of it. Before he can say anything else the fat tip of the other man’s dick slowly nudges into his asshole. 

He keens and arches up in pleasure at the intrusion, making him fucking into Shouto deeper. He chokes out a sob as he takes his friend’s monstrous dick and is forced deeper into the one on top him.

“Oh fuck!” 

He thinks he’s okay until Eijirou starts moving. With strong hips he drags his girth out before fucking back in with dead accuracy, hitting Izuku’s prostate head on. The action makes his walls spasm and he shoots a sticky mess into Shouto’s own twitching hole.

Izuku’s coming but Eijirou doesn’t seem to care in his brainwashed state. He continues a harsh pace, rutting into Japan’s Sweetheart with grunting breaths.

Izuku looks over to you, helpless,  hoping you’ll take mercy on him. But he’s not so lucky. Hitoshi has you positioned just like Shouto now. Fat pussy dragging your cream up and down his dick as you bounce on him. 

In front of you Mina kneels, sucking on your nipples and rubbing her own clit.

Hitoshi’s in bliss, but it doesn’t stop him from giving orders.

“Fuck Shouto up and down on Izuku’s dick, while you kiss him, Ei,” He groans smacking your ass again.

Eijirou obeys, leaning into tongue Shouto down, as his strong quirked hands grip the man’s hips to treat his spasming hole like Izuku’s personal fleshlight. 

Izuku’s left helpless, watching Shouto’s asscheeks clap around his dick, the way Eijirou wants. His vision goes when his still turgid flesh hits his friend’s prostate and triggers his own orgasm. Hotcold walls shudder and the three men cum in a messy heap on the bed.

When Izuku comes to, you’re lying next to him on the bed, looking sated as you hold a blunt wand to your lips, taking a hit. You gaze back at his wide eyes smirking as you breathe out smoke through your nose in that way you know he finds attractive..

“Satisfied.” You asked with a knowing look.

The man can only starfish on the bed, looking up into the ceiling mesmerized and nodded. 

“Yeah.”

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[katsukiizmoon]

╰┈➤ ꒰🍓♥️🌶 ┊”henny n’ coke, baby” + BKG ꒱

『♡』 18+ , healthy relationship, alcohol consumption, clubbing, grinding, twerking, friendly fun, making out w Mina, flirting, squirting, cum licking, cock sucking if u squint, finger sucking, light hair pulling, light choking, spitting in mouth, cum kisses, “good girl”, exhibitionism / voyeurism (if you squint), f!reader x katsuki bakugou

『♡』 was thinking about when my friend and I took turns spitting alcohol in one another’s mouth then kissed. Anyways this is a horny mess. Warning you now. IM a horny mess, fuck.

The club music is loud, you can hardly hear one another. It vibrates the floor and the tequila in your veins has you excited.

You start off with Kirishima, who whoops and hollers and catches your hips while you grind. You roll your hips in a circle, too tiny skirt coming up a little and flashing panties. Sweat beads on the back of your neck and you flip your hair to the side. Ignoring your massive hoop earrings getting stuck in your hair, you look back over your shoulder with a grin.

His hands are thick and large, where they lightly rest over the curve of your hips. He avoids touching too much. You thank him for that, but wish he’d be a little rougher.

Mina jumps in front of you and starts throwing it in a circle. Her ass presses into you and she bounces. Skimpy shorts show off pink ass cheeks and fishnets. She giggles loud enough you can hear it over the music. It’s hot, she’s hot, he’s hot. But you know what’s hotter? Katsuki.

And then you’re thirsty, horny, and on a mission. Everything seems amazing, the world feels like this is what life is about. One of those moments that makes you feel higher on life than just about anything else.

Mina takes over and Eijirou takes it upon himself to pull your skirt down enough to cover more of your ass. He gives a light tap to the fat there and gets close to your face, giving you a toothy smile.

He says something over the music and you don’t know what anything was. Except “good luck”.

Your beautiful, tall and strong boyfriend stands off to the side with Kaminari. They chat idly and you make your way to him, weaving through the crowds of people. Thank fuck you wore flat shoes and not heels today.

When you arrive he’s giving you a quick kiss, asking if you had fun, and you nod feverishly. Wordlessly you point to the drink in his hand and take a sip.

“Yuck! Wha’s this?” You whine, confused. Your features scrunch as if you’ve sucked on a lemon.

“Henny n’ coke baby.” Katsuki laughs and Kaminari raises his matching drink.

Katsuki looks edible- all tanned muscle and winks. You don’t blame all the women that have come up and attempted to dance with him. Comfortable black slacks and half unbuttoned, see through, Lacey top. You picked this for him, knew you wanted to see his body whenever you could. And the chain around his neck shines a little brighter against the club lights.

The song changes, less EDM and more so rap. You squeal, taking another sip of his drink and handing the rest to Kaminari.

Katsuki cocks a brow and Kaminari let’s out a laugh, knowing what’s coming. You grab at his wrist and leave a wet kiss to his lips. Throwing a wink to him, you stick your tongue out.

You push him toward an open chair, one of the few sitting in a corner and he falls back with a ‘oomph. He looks at you with wild, cherry eyes and Kaminari watches from the distance with a grin.

Katsuki’s on cloud nine, alcohol making him braver than he’s ever been and ridding him of his nerves. His cock stirs in his pants at the sight of you.

You plop your ass onto his crotch and grind, bouncing your hips up and down in rhythm. Something comes over you and you bounce on his lap like you’re riding his cock, making a kissy face toward Denki.

Katsuki throws his head back and grips on the fat of your hips, watching your mini skirt ride up and put your thong back on display. You turn to face him, rubbing his chest with your hands and rolling your body. Your knees are situated on either side of him, and you bounce your tits.

He wills himself not to fuck you in the club. Begs himself to show restraint, despite seeing the wet spot on your panties.

Your tongue slides over the seam of your lips, proving yourself back so that the back of your knees hangs over the chair. He watches you, steadying your excited movements with firm hands.

His cock presses into your ass and his eyes meet yours. Cherry eyes consume you, making you wild, and you lean back and flip off the chair.

First he panics, but when he sees your head pop back up and you smile, he laughs a little. He stands at that, bending you over and letting you twerk and grind against his cock in front of everyone. He nods to Denki, who heads over and hands him his drink swiftly.

The blond hunk you’ve got your ass pressed to takes a sip and gyrates his hips into yours. You snap back up and turn, shoving your tongue in his mouth. Your sparkly gloss smears onto the corners of his mouth and he licks into you.

When you pull back for breath, he uses a thumb to wipe some of it off your face and gives you a wink. Denki still stares, gobsmacked, cock growing hard in his pants at the sight before him.

Eijirou and Mina make their way over with another set of drinks and you take a nice, long swig. The pink haired girl grins and pulls you in for a kiss, earning a low whistle from Eijirou and a couple swears from the two blondes.

She tastes sweet, like vodka and orange juice, and her lips are plush. You make note to run off to the bathroom for a makeup touch up later. But that thought is shoved down when her hands reach around to snake up your skirt. She grips at the flesh there and leaves a firm smack. Her tongue is long and it explores, sending shivers down your spine and making your clit pulsate in your panties. Your hips kick and she grins into your mouth, pulling back with a string of spit. A choked noise leaves one of the men in the group.

“Can he spit my drink in my mouth?” She whispers, inches from your lips.

You nod, pulling away and sending him a wink. She practically bounces toward him and gets in front of him, back turned. The music vibrates your bones and soothes the ache in your tummy. Katsuki hands his drink to Eijirou and grabs hers out of her hand.

Eijirou groans out a “me next” and Denki a “me third “.

She does a little twerk on him and he grabs her by the throat. You watch as your boyfriend uses a large, rough hand to position her just right. Her mouth hangs open and she closes her pretty eyes. He brings her drink to his swollen lips, sucking through the straw.

Then he swishes it in his mouth and your pussy throbs at what he does next. He’s spitting it in her mouth, not letting her come up to breathe properly until she swallows. And god you have got to be next on the list.

Her eyes roll back and she licks her lips. You’re on your way over to Katsuki, excited, tipsy, and much too in love with that idea. God bless Mina, the kinky bitch.

The other two take their turns and it shows what they’re like in bed, too. Denki is sweet about it, takes his time, sends her off with a wink and a light tap to the jaw with his hand. And Kirishima? Fuck. He has Denki give him the drink, holding it up. His other arm holds her close to his chest and he hovers his mouth right over Hers and spits. Before she can protest, his thumb is in her mouth and he’s telling her to suck.

People whistle and holler, a group of girls make a moaning sound and one of them yells a “god when will that be me” over the music.

And you’re all sucking down glasses of water and pouring an electrolyte mix in to avoid hangover next. Only to go grab another drink, something that’ll leave you all just a little hornier and on edge.

Katsuki and you find yourselves desperately yanking clothes off at the end of the night. The Uber pulls off and you make sure Mina, Denki, and Eijirou got to their shared destination safe. And then something comes over Katsuki that you’ve never seen before.

It isn’t jealousy, not by a long shot. His cock is leaking precum when you pull it out and he’s gasping, pushing his tongue further into your mouth.

You quickly make it to the bed, still in your shirt and thong, and him in just the goddamned button up. And he’s got you bent over, pressed into the mattress, thong pulled to the side. and fucking you so hard you’re high.

“Yeah? You liked them watching you rub on my cock huh?” He gasps, face numb. A pink tongue licks over puffy lips and he leans forward to anchor his hand in your hair. It stings but he isn’t pulling, just gripping hard enough for you to know he’s got you.

His cock is so thick, filling you to the brim and then some, and you whine out agreements. Drool leaks from the corner of your mouth and he brings his head closer to yours. His hips stop moving and you whimper, pushing yourself back on him desperately.

“You wanted to suck Eijirou, didn’t you baby?” Katsuki rasps, licking and sucking below your ear.

Your pussy squeezes and it gives him his answer. He drops his hand in your hair, bringing one around and under your panties to rub circles on your clit. The other, he brings up to spit on the tips of his middle and forefinger before he shoves them in your mouth. You keen, squeezing harder and sucking on his fingers.

“Look at this, such a good, good girl for me. Come on pretty, tell me what you want.” He mutters, willing himself to stay still. His fingers are removed from your mouth and you frantically start begging for him to move.

But he doesn’t, he continues rubbing lazy circles and his hand wraps around your throat. He squeezes lightly, just enough to make you dizzy and float. And then he stops, and does it again, and then he just holds it there. Let’s you know that he could if he wanted to.

“What do you say?” He demands, more than asks, and his lips tingle.

His throat is dry, tongue heavy, watching you try to fuck yourself on his cock. But you can’t, it won’t work the same without him doing it. And he knows that.

“Fuck- oh god fuck- please, please, please!”

Your fingers dig into the sheets and spit covers his hand. He removes his fingers from your pussy, where they originally rubbed, and he sucks the taste of you off of them and moan. He throws his head back and slams into you.

You shake, spongey spot being bullied by the head of his cock. Your thong is ruined, no double stretched out. Pussy juice slicks down your thighs and froths at the base of his cock. He pulls his hand off your throat, sitting back on his knees, where he spits where his cock meets your pussy. It’s dirty, and he watches you clench around him, sucking him in.

Your pussy squelches, spewing clear juice all over the bed and you praise him like he’s fucking god. Begging him not to stop, to stop, to keep going, harder. Faster. And then he rubs your clit back and forth, up and down, making the squirt spray everywhere.

Something in you snaps and your body goes taut and then limp, your eyes rolling back as you just lay there and take it. And he pulls out, flipping you over and crawling forward.

You watch in awe as your boyfriend, with a face burning peachy and coral tones, fucks into his fist over your face. You open your mouth and he sinks his cock in, just a little, and pulls out again. You reach a hand up, wrapping around the base. There you move, licking at the head of his cock to taste yourself and the precum off of it.

He cums a minute later, all over your pretty lips, where he promptly licks at. He suckles on your bottom lip and spits some of his cum back into your mouth. You greedily accept, swallowing it down with a giggle.

It takes a few moments for you both to collect yourself. And then you’re grabbing the bottle of water beside the bed and taking turns chugging. The Gatorade is next, before you head off to the bathroom. He licks his thumb and wipes some of the cum off of your face, sucking it off of his finger.

Then, you’re brushing your teeth and butt ass naked, showering sloppily. The clock on your nightstand reads 5:08 am and you sigh into his chest when you finally lay down for sleep. He presses a kiss to the top of your head.

Eijirou and Mina are going to love hearing these stories tomorrow.

[luna-indigoduh]

This is too hot 😩

[willowser]

you don't know how much comfort your dragon king bkg drabble has given me ever since you posted it!! i keep reading it i love it sm 🥹

as it turns out, the man bakugou is — a bit harder to handle.

he sleeps like a heathen; you once thought the dragon bakugou to be a bit lazy, with how often he tended to curl up in the fields of grass, warm under the sun, but now — it would seem his little human form needs significantly less rest.

almost up all hours of the day, and when he does finally lay down, he's everywhere. a mess of limbs: one thrown carelessly out to the side and the other bent at an angle you can't believe doesn't hurt his joints. his head stays tucked into you somehow, either buried in your neck or pressed against your ribs — or you'll wake to find him nose-to-nose with you. he still snores like a dragon, however.

you're also beginning to wonder if there is a bottom to the pit of his stomach. he ate much before, whole fields of things, but you expected that appetite to dwindle, at least a little, now that his stomach has decreased considerably in size. and in number ? you're not even sure how many stomachs a dragon has; that's not something that was mentioned in the fairytales.

it burns through him quickly, gives him more energy than he needs, and it doesn't ever seem to affect his weight much. already, he's huge and thick with muscle and eating as much as he does never dulls the severity of his cut abdomen. not that you're looking all that much.

— not that you have a choice not to, as he seems to have little-to-no understanding of —

the door to the bathhouse kicks open, with enough force that you already know who it is without ever turning to look. you try not to shriek when you see him, because he seems to like that in some evil, impish way.

you've been alone to wash so far, thankfully, as the inn you'd managed to find was small and far enough out from the nearest kingdom that the occupancy was low — enough for you and your little brute.

the man bakugou comes to stand in front of the bath, blinking and huffing against the steam. finding clothes for him was — nearly impossible, and so the trousers you'd found hanging on someone's line outside fit above his ankles, a bit too tight around his waist. instead of a shirt, you've wrapped him in a scratchy linen, swaddled him up like a baby to cover the small smattering of scales that decorate his body, almost like freckles from the sun, though they gleam just as bright and red as they ever have. no matter his form.

a horn has started to sprout, on the right side of his forehead, and you've done your best to cover that, too.

you have no idea how long this man thing will last. if it's permanent or if he even has control over it. the last thing you need is for him to switch back, somehow, while you're in the middle of feeding him, absolutely demolishing whatever tavern you're in and calling all of king todoroki's guards to attention.

bakugou grunts, almost sleepy, and tosses a fat, weighty sack onto the edge of the bath. it jingles a certain jingle that makes your heart stop.

"oh, allfather—" you move for the edge, awkwardly keeping one arm against your chest despite the fact that he's seen it all by now. when you peek inside and confirm your fears, you lob it back to him furiously, as if it were a steaming potato. "where do you keep getting this stuff?"

things have started to turn up, miraculously. shiny things — like coins and rings and gems. things he could not have simply found rolling around in the dirt.

"go put it back!" you hiss at him, and the tone of your voice makes his frown deepen. you never realized how pouty he was, when he was still a dragon.

you think he understands you, and you're pretty certain he just chooses not to listen; instead of doing what you've told him in the slightest, he simply dumps the coin-purse to the floor, and then lets his linen and stolen trousers cover it as he unceremoniously undresses.

the biggest issue that you would say the man bakugou poses is — his complete lack of understanding of personal space.

"bakugou!" your voice wavers, shocked again by his nakedness. as if you haven't seen it all by now. "no, you — get out!"

but he does the exact opposite, which is hop into the steaming water, ignoring the arm you hold out to keep him away as he saddles up beside you. skin against scales, pressing a nose into your hair to huff out his annoyance, to make it something you can feel.

if anyone were to walk in right now, they would — probably think the lie you'd told the innkeeper was true. that you are a simple traveler and this is your mute, over-sized husband.

regardless, you think this behavior isn't polite. especially in a public bathhouse.

"bakugou," you try again, turning your face away as you speak to the wood-paneled wall. "i'm taking a bath, you have to wait your turn."

all you receive in response is another huff against your ear and a low rumble of disagreement from his chest.

he has yet to speak back, and has only used inhuman sounds as his points of conversation. the only word you've ever heard him utter is oi, which he does when he really thinks he needs your attention. you're starting to wonder if he's named you that in his head. oi.

curiously, you turn back to him and the movement has him pulling his face from your hair, just enough that he can look down at you, too. watch you, with the red-rippled sea in his eyes.

they're — amazing, you will admit. just as bright and detailed as they always have been. fit for a fairytale told by the fire, veiled by the soft-ash of his lashes. he watches you through them, half-lidded, and you wonder if it's something other than fatigue that has them so heavy.

"do you know what i'm saying?" you ask quietly, voice lacking the firm heat you want it to. instead it's heavy, too, weighted by something soft and unfamiliar and frightening. "can you even understand me?"

bakugou doesn't respond, not with a huff or a rumble or ever a purr, like the one he let out on the night he lay over you by the lake. you've only heard it sparingly since then, oftentimes in his sleep when his face is pressed into you.

you try not to frown at his silence, try not to let it disappoint you because it shouldn't; he's a dragon afterall, and you're not sure what it matters. the little horn protruding from his forehead catches your eye and you reach up to touch it gently, watching him blink away the water that drips from your wrist — and then he's turning into you again, too close.

beneath the water, you feel his hands skate up your bare thighs, wrap around your waist until your chest is pulled flush against his. you feel his huff, again, against the damp skin of your neck but it's slower, lighter. not laced with his frustration. some unknown thing you feel guilty for liking.

you drop your hand to his hair, rushing full force into all the damned things you've thought about doing but have been too afraid to. he's soft between your fingers, and you trace your nails lightly against his scalp until he groans quietly; a new noise, one you don't know how to translate.

your fingers stop when they brush upon little spines that have grown at the base of his skull, that have started to trail down the center of his back.

suddenly, tangled up in the bath with him, you wonder how much time you have left.

bakugou huffs again into your skin, a little fiercer this time, and it's because of his light jostling that you realize how rigid you've gone. you try to relax so that he will, too, though you must not do a convincing job, because a sharp nip comes to your earlobe.

"ow!" you squeal, but he doesn't let you go far, not even as you try to jerk away from him. in fact, the harder you try the more his teeth show: into your cheek and the point of your jaw and then dangerously low on your neck.

it's not until you finally freeze that he stops, huffing again, with a warmth that burns more than the steaming water.

and then, very quietly, he grumbles, "shitty wife," into your collarbone, just before biting you again.

[strafepanzer]

chapter two: the deal

of love & lemons | k.bakugo | m.list

▸ ▸ ▸ warnings: 18+! explicit sexual content (fingering & m!receiving oral), making out, shouto sends mixed signals, pining, angst

▸ ▸ ▸ wc: 7.6k

▸ ▸ ▸ a/n: here comes the smuuuuut! a bruise is mentioned, so if that's not your thing, please don't read. otherwise... please enjoy!!

You mess around with your phone for a bit, finding solace on a jutting boulder by the onsen. The sun's risen higher in the sky, warming your skin, and the quiet is nice. Peaceful.

It's frustrating how it fluctuates, Shouto's level of perception. One hand he notices you wanting to keep a distance from him, knows you're upset, but then doesn't understand why?

Are you not being obvious enough for him?

The door creaks open and you almost drop your phone, standing to attention and pocketing the device, worried maybe Shouto decided he isn't quite as dense as he pretends to be.

But it’s just Bakugo. A sigh rushes from your lips, relief flooding your veins.

“What’d he say?” Bakugo asks, gently closing the door behind himself. You open your mouth to spill the goss, but close it again. It’s… how are you supposed to repeat what he’d said?

His breath is a heavy sigh as he walks towards you, and instinctively, you meet him half way, falling against his chest and screwing your eyes shut. His arms are strong and safe and warm around you, and his spicy scent makes your brain fuzzy.

“He doesn’t want to lose my friendship.” You whisper into his chest, your own arms encircling his torso easily, like the time you've spent alone with him has given you that right.

“He’s such a fucking tosspot.” He mumbles angrily. “I’d feel better if I beat him up. I mean, ya want me to? You don’t even have to fucking beg me, I’ll just do it.” He asks, totally serious, and a bitter chuckle escapes your throat.

“I wish I didn’t even like him.” You admit, dejected.

Bakugo feels warm, safe, solid. He's dependable and blunt to a fault, but him being here with you has an entirely selfish idea popping into your head.

You pull back and look up at him, the proximity reminding you of this morning's kiss. Needy lips, warm tongue, strong hands. “You can say no,” you begin your proposal, his brow furrowing as those red, red eyes look down into your own. “But… Do you think you can help me forget?”

Those same eyes narrow at you, and your face heats up as the time ticks. He takes a deep breath, glances up at the sky.

“Why should I?” He ponders, more to himself than to you, before glancing back down at you. “How about a 'you scratch my back, I scratch yours' type deal?” He offers, completely serious.

“What the hell do you need help with?” You balk, but he just shrugs.

“Nothin’ right now. But I’ll call in a favour if I need it.” He explains patiently, not cussing, no yelling, as his hands slide a little lower down your back.

You're in. Of course you are, but you pretend to think on it just to annoy him. He shifts a little against you, clears his throat gently, and you wonder if he's nervous.

“Ok.” You nod, untangling your arms from him to rest your palms on his chest. "Let's kiss on it.” You half demand.

"Seal the deal?"

"Make it real." You quip back, smile on your face.

"You're so weird." He whispers, chuckling and tightening his grip on your waist, bowing his head as you quickly wet your lips with your tongue.

"Least I'm not an asshole." You whisper back, before your lips meet for the second time that morning. Suddenly you're wrapping your arms around his neck, pressing yourself into him, opening your mouth to his lips, his tongue.

It’s dizzying, and your heart skips. He groans against your lips, fingers digging into you almost painfully— possessiveness— and it’s good.

“So good.” You whisper breathlessly, his bottom lip between your teeth.

His nostrils flare, pupils dilate. He growls, lifting you easily and turning, walking until your back hits the wall of the house, and he holds you there with his hips, fingers trailing the soft skin of your sides, your belly.

You open your mouth to moan and he licks into you, his warm tongue sliding against yours, fingers gently caressing up the skin of your rib cage. His name is a broken sound, a gasp from your kiss-bruised lips as his own descend on your neck, licking a stripe up your throat, breathing hotly in your ear.

He’s everywhere at once, devouring you, making you feel impossibly hotter, your skin a shiver as he sucks on a spot behind your ear and a wave of something shoots right to your groin.

A pornographic whimper escapes your throat, and he freezes as you clamp a hand over your mouth.

He’s panting, just like you, and he takes both hands from under your shirt. One removes your hand from your face, interlocks your fingers and holds it to the wall.

His blood red eyes drink you in, his own lips pink and shiny from their assault on your skin. “You’re fucking beautiful.” He mumbles, the thumb of his free hand rolling your bottom lip down, exposing your teeth to him.

“Bakugo,” your voice is soft, eyes half-lidded. “Ugh, I’m hot.” You groan, hit your head on the wooden panelling of the house.

“We need to stop.” He sighs, nose running up the column of your throat.

“Mmm—yeah.” You agree, closing your eyes, digging your fingers into his shoulders.

He kisses your jaw, your ear. “If I put you down, swear you won’t fall?”

You shiver. “No promises.”

“Fuck,” he groans, and you open your eyes to see him looking down. “I’m hard.” He grumbles, and you blush, because that’s your fault.

You rock your hips against him, and he freezes, dark eyes glaring at you as you grin at him. He sends you a look, unlocks his fingers from yours, takes your hips in his hands.

“This isn’t your first time with a girl, is it?” You ask, feet finding the ground. Your knees wobble, and those strong hands grip you, keeping you up. He frowns at you like you’ve got two heads.

“What the hell’s that mean?” He asks, offended.

“You seem… experienced?” You mumble, voice smaller.

“You’re not?” An eyebrow quirks.

“No.” You shrug.

He kisses you, more gently this time, soft, wet, smacking pecks, and then his tongue is in your mouth again, and he has to hold you up or you’ll fall because you’ve never felt anything like this before; it leaves you— he leaves you breathless. He pulls back, and you want to beg him to touch you everywhere, but you hear mumbled voices and footsteps approaching, and suddenly you're aware of your very inappropriate actions in a very public place on a very public college trip.

He drops you and you sink to the ground, planted against the side of the house, while he does a 180 and shoves his hands into his pockets, moving towards the edge of the pool.

You do your best to regulate your heartbeat, but it's impossible; each loud pulse of your heart makes you more aware of how hot you feel between your legs.

How wet you are.

The door swings open; you take a breath and hold it.

“Katsuki!” Kirishima calls, crocs padding along the pebbled path, Kaminari not far behind. “Those eggs look amazing!” He gushes.

You pray to every God imaginable that neither of them turn around, but you're gonna make a break for it. Back into the cabin and then down to the safety of the rest of the group.

“I mean, it probably wasn’t Kacchan that cooked ‘em.” Kaminari laughs, hands on his hips.

Then you make your move. With their backs turned, you quietly rise to your feet and sneak in through the open door. You nearly squeal. Aizawa is waiting in the wings, a skeptical look on his face.

“Everyone’s back.” He says, arms crossed over his chest. “They’re waiting for you and Bakugo.”

He knows.

“We were just talking.” You lie, your voice hushed as you puff out your chest defiantly. A grin grows on his face and he nods towards the bathroom.

“Maybe go calm down in there. You’re a little… flushed in the face.” He rolls his eyes and embarrassment jolts through you. “Don’t keep us waiting, we’re all hungry.”

You do as he says, take a peek at yourself in the mirror. A finger touches your lips as you survey how puffy and swollen they look before you feel the heat of your cheeks. You sigh, but your heart flutters remembering how he touched you, how you responded.

“Ah, damn…” you groan, taking the tie from your hair, splashing cold water on your face and willing yourself to stop thinking about what just happened.

Like that's gonna happen.

Once you’ve done what you can to make yourself decent, you wander to the outdoor dining area—the only table big enough to fit everyone— all eyes on you.

“Ah,” Tsuyu’s face is the picture of worry, Ashido‘s and Ochako’s too. “Are you feeling ill?” She asks, standing.

“No, I’m fine.” You promise, sitting in the chair she saved for you. “Just tired, maybe? I didnt sleep well last night.” The lie falls a little too easily from your lips, and your eyes glance to Bakugo, who’s watching you intently.

“Alright, let’s eat!” All Might calls, and everyone digs in. Someone’s served you a plate of what you'd eat as a typical breakfast back at the dorms, added a blob of your favourite sauce on the edge of it.

Shouto.

You look over to him, directly across the table from you, and he smiles tightly, before turning down to his plate and starting on his food.

Breakfast goes off without a hitch, the last to finish are left with the dishes— Hagakure and Tokoyomi.

Then it’s a full day of training. You change into your flame resistant— Endeavour’s own fabric— catsuit, and All Might barks orders at you while Ashido tries her best to subdue you.

+

It’s a long day of distracted glances at Bakugo, at Shouto.

By late afternoon, you’re all down at the beach, watching the sun set and laying on towels in your swimsuits. The girls are all together, laying in a line, soaking in the last rays the sun offers as the air begins to cool.

You’re in your own little world, lost in the flurry of confusion that came with you and Bakugo. How had that even happened? He accidently kisses you in the kitchen, then you throw yourself at him? It was a good kiss, though. Much better than your first kiss— an awkward, sloppy encounter with Kyoka’s neighbour at a slumber party last year.

“Fuck, marry, kill…” Hagakure seems to be tapping her chin. “Fuck Shoji, marry Ojiro, kill Aoyama.” She says, and all of the girls, you included, explode into laughter.

They’d been doing this for the better part of the afternoon, though it’d started with celebrities and Pro Heroes. Classmates was definitely funnier, though.

The boys, on the other hand, were distracting themselves with a heated game of soccer. Profanities were being served and returned like a long tennis set, and they’d gone through three balls. Aizawa's going to be pissed. Tokoyami was keeping score with coconuts. Team Denki’s pile seemed smaller than Team Deku’s, but eyeballing the coconuts probably wasn't fullproof.

“Hm, I thought you’d marry Shoji for sure.” Ochako muses.

“Yeah, Ojiro definitely does seem more the marrying type, though?” You add, turning to Ochako.

“You’re right.” She smiles deviantly. Then she calls you out. “Fuck, marry, kill. Kirishima… Shouto, and… Bakugo?”

You pale. And you hesitate as the girls wait with baited breath for your answer.

Go hard or go home.

“Kill them all, next!” You laugh, and Mina laughs with you, but the rest of the girls are complaining.

“You can’t.” Ochako whines.

“Not fair!” Toru adds.

“Yeah, c’mon, you all made me say I’d fuck Sero.” Kyoka groans, and more laughter erupts from the gaggle of sunbathers.

“Okay, fine.” You frown. The boys are all shirtless, chasing the ball around closer to the shore. Your eyes easily find Bakugo, he’s so competitive that of course he has the ball. His muscles are glistening under the setting sun, long, hard limbs working overtime as he competes with Kirishima for the ball. You have to look away. “Ah… fuck Bakugo, marry Shouto, kill Kirishima.” You say too quickly.

There’s a collective gasp.

“You’d rather fuck Bakugo than Kirishima and Shouto?” Tsuyu asks.

You shrug. “Why not?”

“He’s an asshole!” Mina laughs, rolling onto her stomach and perching her chin on her hands, same as you.

“But he’s hot, right? Look at him.” You say, nodding towards the group. He now has Kaminari in a headlock, furious look on his face.

“But so are the other two?” Toru adds.

“But it’s Kirishima.” You screw up your nose. “He’s like a little brother, isn’t he?”

“You mean, he’d be gentle? I think he’d probably be gentle.” Kyoka shrugs, you and Mina snigger at her admittance.

“Fucking to me, wouldn’t be gentle.” You muse, tapping your chin. The rest of the girls are a little too quiet. “The game isn’t Make Love, Marry, Kill.”

“I think you’re the kind of girl who wants it hard, right?” Tsuyu asks calmly.

There’s a long pause where you all just stare at her, taken aback by her bluntness. Then you all laugh, and it's a howling kind of laughter that leaves tears in your eyes and draws the attention of the guys.

“Oi, what’s so funny?” Kaminari growls out, caught in another one of Bakugo's headlocks.

“Tsu said—” Mina starts, but Momo covers her mouth.

“Sorry, girls only.” She says maturely, bringing on another round of laughter. Kaminari rolls his eyes and wriggles out of Bakugo’s grasp, and turns back to the boys just in time to get a ball to the face.

More laughing.

“And you’d marry Shouto.” Momo’s voice is quiet, teeth nervously chewing on her lip.

“I—I mean, it’s him or Kirishima?” You furrow your brow.

“Right.” She smiles, but there’s a tightness in her voice.

She goes incredibly quiet, and you can tell she’s thinking. You endure the tension —that no one else can sense— for another—incredibly long— hour before you roll up your towel and claim that Aizawa wanted you to help cook dinner.

Nobody suspects a thing, and you trot up the beach and back to camp.

Aizawa is suspicious when you show up in the kitchen, sundress thrown over your bikini announcing you’re helping with dinner.

You’re peeling potatoes when he opens his mouth. “So, is it some kind of love triangle? Or square?” He asks, chopping onions next to you.

“What?” Your brows knit together in fake confusion when you look over at him.

“I’ve been observing the dynamics of this class for longer than I care to count, don’t try and act like you have no idea what I’m talking about.” He mutters, eyes on the onions.

You sigh, think on his words. No one else is around, and you trust Aizawa with your life. “Triangle would imply I stood a chance with either of them.” You say softly, watching the potato skin slide through the open mouth of the peeler.

“You think they doesn’t see you?”

“Not like that, Sensei.” Your laugh is bitter.

“Ehh… debatable.” He shrugs, and your eyes burn holes into your teacher’s head until he finally elaborates. “I don’t think Shouto knows what he wants, if I’m being completely transparent. But… seeing you with Bakugo seems to be annoying him.” Aizawa looks at you then, and you can feel your cheeks heating up.

“Bakugo and I… we’re friends.” Friends that kissed.

Twice.

You remember his mouth on your neck, behind your ear, and your knees going weak. The physical attraction is strong, but he… He doesn’t like you.

He likes Ochako.

Uravity.

Delicate, feminine, beautiful Ochako. Not loud, aggravating, quick to anger you.

“If you say so.” He shrugs, turns back to chopping. “He’s a person, too; don’t think that just because he’s brash and hot tempered that he doesn’t have feelings.”

“Of course he has feelings. But Bakugo doesn’t like me like that.” You laugh, turning on the tap to wash your dirty fingerprints from the mountain of potatoes you’d peeled. “I’m definitely not his type.” You picture Ochako again: sweet, pretty, innocent. Then you imagine her being pinned against the wall by Bakugo instead of you, and a pang of jealousy causes you to drop a potato.

You watch it dumbly as it rolls towards the fridge.

You are not jealous of Bakugo’s attraction to Ochako.

You’re not.

“Don’t just stare at it.” Aizawa sighs.

You laugh nervously. “Just wondering how far it’ll go.” You lie.

+

That night there’s another campfire, and you sit with the girls, painfully aware of Aizawa’s wandering eyes. You glance over at Bakugo a couple of times, but he’s talking to Deku and Ochako, so you don’t want to interrupt.

You shower and bathe with the girls quickly, then you’re off to bed.

Not to sleep, of course, because you’re over analysing what you saw at the campfire. Deku was sitting between Bakugo and Ochako, and you couldn’t hear what they were talking about but— but you’re hyper aware of Bakugo’s feelings for her, and it doesn’t feel… good. Leaves you with a strange feeling in your stomach.

It’s well past midnight when you roll over to pick up your phone.

1:15am, to be specific.

Ochako is sleeping next to you, and she even sleeps cute. Her plump lips are a pout, tiny brows drawn together in a little frown.

To add to your irritation, she said something risqué about Bakugo in the onsen and reminding yourself of that is annoying as fuck. Now you can’t sleep. Every time you close your eyes, you picture different scenarios where they find out they like each other and kiss and start dating and it leaves a sour taste in your mouth.

You must be going crazy.

Stifling a groan, you sit up, carefully wriggle out of your futon, find your jacket, and creep out of the room. There’s no one in the kitchen, or the lounge room. You pad outside and nobody’s at the dinner table, but there’s no mistaking the spiky silhouette cast by the relit fire up ahead.

Relief surges through your body, you bite your lip as you approach.

“Did you relight this?” You call out, stepping over the log and sitting next to him.

He doesn’t look at you. “The fuck you think?” You frown at his harshness, so different to the way he spoke to you this morning— yesterday morning. Nice to see he’s reverted back to his standoffish asshole self.

You roll your eyes, try again with him to make conversation. “Been out here long?” You find a stick, probe at the embers.

“Couple hours.” He shrugs. You hum in agreement, feeling like a bit of a bother.

“Can’t sleep?”

“No.”

Its perfect silence laced with nerves and doubt. They bite and gnaw at your chest, creep slowly like spider’s legs down to your stomach, coil like a thick snake around your throat.

Pretty sure he wasn’t hissing and spitting at Ochako earlier that night.

You slide off the log, shift closer to the fire and hug your knees to your chest. The fire burns bright, heats your face, but still, you shiver.

More silence, long and heavy.

You chew the inside of your lip, too aware of how awkward you feel; how cold he’s being. It hurts, and acknowledging that in itself is twisting your insides. With a sigh, you stand, dust the grass from your flannel sleep pants.

“Well,” you take a deep breath. “Enjoy your peace and quiet, grumpy ass.” It’s a bitter statement, and you shove your hands into your jacket pockets as you lift a leg to step over the log.

But he reaches for you, an arm wrapping around your middle and pulling you onto his lap. Before you can argue, his lips are on yours, and his arms are holding you against his chest.

Still, he’s made you agitated, and you're pushing him off. “What’s your problem?” You hiss, glaring.

He’s incredibly surly. “I don’t have a fucking problem.”

“Ha, okay.” You roll your eyes. “Put me down.” You growl, but he doesn’t give. “Bakugo—”

“I’m angry.” He states, glare fierce. “I’m pissed off and confused, and so fucking irritated I can’t see straight.” He admits, loosening his grip on you; you don’t move though, just stare at him.

“You and me both.” You narrow your eyes.

The fire crackles and crickets chirp. He looks away from you, and you resist the urge to grab his face, make him look at you.

Instead, the air is thick with unsaid words, and you wonder if it’s something you said, something you did. You wind back through the day but can’t recall doing anything to piss him off. Maybe it was Deku, or Shouto, or Kaminari—

“Ugh, fuck.” He growls, and he sounds almost in pain, so you take a deep breath and sigh, lean against him, wrap your arms around his middle. With your ear to his chest, you can hear his heart beating, a steady rhythm that calms you down, could probably lull you to sleep.

“Tonight in the bath,” He starts, then stops. Hesitates. You remain still, waiting. “Mineta was talking about the girls in their swimsuits and rating them.”

“What a skeeze!” You gasp.

“And then he got to you, and fucking Half-and-half…” his voice turns into a growl. You frown, pull away to look up at him. He takes a moment, tries to find the words he needs. “I think he likes you, okay?” He admits, aggravated and defeated.

You scoff, annoyed. “He doesn’t—”

“He froze him. Made him a fucking ice cube.” Bakugo glares down at you. “And it wasn’t funny, either, he was fucking furious.”

You sigh, fall back against his chest. The conversation with Aizawa still fresh in your mind.

Was he… jealous? No, couldn’t be, not when Ochako was the object of his affections. Especially bizarre considering Shouto was probably just being chivalrous.

Did Bakugo forget that he actually likes Momo?

And why does he even care?

You sigh again, an irritated sound. “I don’t care.” You grunt. “I don’t care about Shouto or Momo or Ochako, I just— I don’t care.”

He doesn’t say anything, but you feel him relax a little.

You watch the fire spit, hiss and crackle, and stifle a yawn. “Why do you? Care, I mean?” You ask, and you feel him shrug against you.

“I don’t. Well, I do, I— fuck— I don’t know.” He mumbles, so incredibly unlike the Bakugo you know. You frown, turn your head to look up at him. “I don’t think that asshole’s worth it, but the moment he shows you interest, you’re gonna go running to him, and it pisses me off.”

He’s probably right, and the way he says it makes you wonder.

Would you run to him? Wouldn’t it ruin your friendship with Momo? The thing you’ve got with Bakugo?

“It’s funny.” You mumble. “You can’t sleep because you’re worried about Shouto and I can’t sleep because Ochako’s so cute.”

“What?” He snorts.

You make an irritated sound in the back of your throat. “Ochako said you’ve got the best shoulders outta all the boys.”

Saying it out loud makes you feel like an idiot.

He snorts again, grabs your waist and turns you. “What do you think?” There’s a snarky grin on his face, and the butterflies in your stomach awaken, start fluttering around.

“After FMK, I thought it’d be a little suspicious if I said anything about you, so I said Shoji.” You shrug. His eyes narrow.

“FMK?”

“Fuck, marry, kill.” You slide your hands beneath his jacket and he jolts, your cold fingers warming over his chest. His broad, hard chest. Ochako was right, his shoulders are amazing, but this… it’s something else.

“So, you didn’t choose to kill me?” He asks, eyebrows lifting.

There’s no embarrassment. “No, I fucked you. Everyone was incredibly—” He cuts you off with his mouth, hungry and hot, his hands the same as they run up your back beneath your jacket.

It’s a passionate exchange— lips, teeth, tongue— and you swing a leg over his lap so you’re straddling him, mouths too busy to part. His kiss does something to you. It leaves you breathless, needy.

Needy. Yes, that’s it.

He pulls away,

You want more, need more. Fuck Shouto, fuck Ochako, fuck Aizawa, this is what you need. Bakugo. You want to taste him, bite him, make him squirm, make him forget the cute little brunette sleeping next to your empty futon.

You take the hinge of his jaw in your hands, expose his neck to you, then your mouth is there, licking, nipping, tasting. He’s sweat and steam and cinders, his fingers digging beneath your sleepshirt, running up to feel your breasts over your bra.

Only you’re not wearing one.

You both groan, his hands groping, tweaking, tickling your bare breasts, your breath catching in your throat as you take his earlobe in between your teeth, lick a breathy stripe up his ear. Then he’s gasping, grinding up against you with his hot, hard cock, and a surge of excitement has your pussy clenching in want.

“Ah, Bakugo—” it’s a strangled cry, fingernails clawing at the back of his neck, your hips grinding against him as he lifts your shirt, takes a nipple in his hot, hot mouth. “Fuck.”

You’re taking huge lungs of air, trying to steady your heart, failing miserably. It’s too much, but not enough. One of his hands holds your shirt up, the other dips into your pants, finds your lips slippery with slick.

You gasp, bury your face in the crook of his neck.

“Fuck.” He grinds out, voice thick with desire. “I’m gonna touch you.” He says— a question, really.

You breathe against his throat. “Yeah.”

And you jolt a little when his fingers glide through the lips of your sex, teasing, testing, searching for something. Then two wet fingers are moving up towards your mound, and—

Stars.

He rubs your clit slowly, surely, and you tense, getting used to the sensation, the overwhelming surge of pleasure shuddering through your bones. Excitement like riding a ride at the fair, like falling for fun.

He grits your name out, slides a lone finger back down to your hole, very carefully inches it in until you’re full, muttering his name, begging him for more, more, please.

You pull away from him, card your fingers through his hair and throw your head back in ecstasy. He latches onto your nipple, leaves it wet with saliva— it beads tightly in the cold night air.

He enters a second digit, pumps faster.

“Baku—” your whine is cut off by his lips, a wet, bruising kiss, his tongue fucking your mouth while his fingers fuck your cunt. It’s a lot. Too much.

Way too much.

He mutters something when he pulls away from you. Something you don’t catch until he says it again, drunk on you, your pleasure. “Mine.”

The word sparks something within you, and you gasp when the heel of his hand hits your clit, when his teeth bite into the flesh of your breast, tongue lapping as he sucks an angry bruise into your skin.

It’s a low hum beneath the surface of your skin, but with every heaving breath you take, every pump of his fingers, lick of his tongue, it threatens to swallow you whole, to drown you completely. It’s too much, overwhelming your senses, making you dizzy with want.

His free hand finds your hair, pulls your mouth to his in a chaste kiss. “Come on, babe. Cum for me.” He breathes, and the bough breaks, and it’s like nothing you’ve ever felt before, your mouth covered by his, as he slowly works you through it, your walls pulsing around his fingers, ecstasy like electricity shooting through your veins.

You rest your head on his shoulder as you pant, try and regain composure, fill your lungs with oxygen. Your toes tingle, and Bakugo tugs your shirt down, pulls your jacket back up to your shoulder. Kisses your mouth.

He takes his hand from your pants and wraps both arms around you, pulling your limp body against his torso. You melt into him, sleepy and pumped with endorphins.

“That…” you breathe, unable to really gather your thoughts.

“Yeah.” He agrees gruffly, and you’re thankful he doesn’t ask you to elaborate.

You sit like that for a long time, until your lids are too heavy to keep open, and you drift off to sleep.

+

“Oi.” Your eyes snap open, Aizawa glares down at you. You sit up, glance around. You’re on the couch in the living room, blanket over you, pillows warm from your head. “What are you doing sleeping out here?”

“Ah, couldn’t sleep last night.” You mumble, rubbing sleep from your eyes.

“Right.” He grunts, rolling his eyes and wandering over to the armchair, collapsing lazily into it.

You pull the blanket up to cover your face, covering your blush as you remember where you actually fell asleep. In Bakugo’s arms, after he—

Oh gods.

“You okay?” Aizawa mumbles, sipping tea.

“Y—Yeah, of course. Kind of embarrassing to be woken up by my professor.” You stutter, sending him a heated glare.

He shrugs. “Don’t fall asleep in strange places, then.”

He has no idea.

You sigh, kick the blanket off and stand, folding it up and repositioning the cushions. “What time is it?” You ask.

“About 8am. Just sent the group on the 10k.” He says, looking at you over his mug.

“Why didn’t you wake me?” You ask, annoyed. He stares ahead for a while, doesn’t answer. “Sir?”

“Oh, someone said you were up late last night and that you didn’t feel well. Asked to let you sleep in.” His eyes shine with mischief. You glance around the room, see All Might sitting at the breakfast bar through the doorway to the kitchen. “Can you guess who that someone is?” He’s got to be grinning behind the mug.

You shrug. “Probably Bakugo.” Bite your lip.

“Mm.” He hums.

You feel a little guilty; Aizawa knows something’s going on, and he still didn’t wake you.

“I don’t really care what’s going on with you two,” he leans forward, lowers his mug and sends you a level stare. “But don’t let it get in the way of what you’re supposed to be learning here.” You nod, link your hands behind your back and look down to your feet. "College, especially the Hero Course, is a once in a lifetime experience and you shouldn't let it go to waste."

He's not wrong.

“I should get dressed then.” You take a slow breath. “Got to catch up.” You smile at your teacher and head off to get dressed.

“Don’t take too long, All Might is cooking pancakes.”

+

When the house is in sight, you see him. He’d be hard to miss, though, with half a head of shocking white hair, half blood red. Shouto waves at you, gets up from the boulder he’s leaning on.

You’re huffing with exhaustion. “Hey,” falls easily from your lips.

“Are you okay?” He asks, concerned. You fold in half, hands on your knees as you try and regulate your breathing.

“Just pushed too hard, why?” You laugh, standing up, hands on your hips.

“You’re just,” He frowns, can’t find the words. “Distant.”

Oh.

“Uh, like I said, Shouto: giving you and your girl some space—”

“I didn’t ask you to do that.” His face is always kind of unreadable, but nothing like it is now. You take a deep breath, smile at him.

“Can you not act like I’m dead?” You laugh, push his shoulder.

“It feels like the things we used to do together, you’re doing with Bakugo.” His brow twitches, a telltale sign that he’s annoyed. Also goes to show that he doesn’t really know what exactly you’re doing with Bakugo.

Thank gods.

You sigh, shake your head. “You’re being ridiculous. I can have other friends.”

You try to walk past him, but he huffs in annoyance, both hands shoot out to grab your shoulders and he crouches to be at your eye level. His cheeks seem a little red and eyes a little narrowed; he's really bothered by this turn of events.

“Do you… like him?” His brow twitches again and your eyes go wider.

You see him in your mind’s eye: tall, tanned and blonde, eyes as red as the blood you bleed. He’s got a temper that you seem to quell with your lips, and he listens to you. You can be yourself around him.

Last night he…

A rush of excitement crushes you as you remember what you’d let him do, what you’d begged him to do.

You plead at him with your eyes, beg him silently not to make you say it. But he holds tight, nostrils flare as his eyes search your face.

“I… I don’t know, Shouto” You whisper. But you do, and he sees it, in the flush of your face, the way your eyes dart away from his. He takes a sharp breath in and steps away from you. “It doesn’t matter.” You laugh half-heartedly, still unable to meet his eyes.

“We should get breakfast.” He turns, but waits. You search his back for any telltale signs, any indication of what he’s thinking, why he’s so bothered. When he turns and meets your eyes, you smile softly and fall into step next to him. “All Might made pancakes.” He says.

“Yeah, Aizawa said.” You nod, shoes crunching on the gravel path.

“Mm. But he tried to make them into shapes, and he’s writing on them in syrup.” He deadpans, and laughter escapes you freely.

Maybe you can have your cake and eat it too.

+

Shouto’s saved you a seat next to his.

Bakugo’s diagonally across from you, staring at his plate as he devours pancake after pancake after pancake. You keep stealing glances at him, and Momo keeps Shouto’s attention with information out of a book she’s reading.

Chemical compounds of something a rather.

“I feel like I haven’t even seen you this trip.” Hagakure mumbles, nudges you.

“Ha, an invisibility joke. You’re in top form today, Toru.” You slowly roll up your biggest pancake, glance over to where her face might be with a smirk.

She scoffs. “Seriously, you were super quiet last night in the bath.”

“Eh, you know… just being my moody self.” You grin, stab at the rolled pancake, it bows and wobbles as you lift it from the plate. “Dare me to fit the whole thing in my mouth?” You ask, and she laughs, her fork rattles on her plate.

Iida’s sitting directly across from you. “That would be rude, and completely unlady—”

You make explicit eye contact with him, slowly bring it closer to your open lips, and he makes a choking sound, his eyes go wide. It’s so close that you poke your tongue out to help steady it.

Your eyes flicker to Bakugo. He’s staring at you with flared nostrils, clenched jaw.

You slide the pancake into your mouth, bite down on it viciously, chew like a caveman. Mineta howls in discomfort, Iida slaps the back of his head, and Toru is in stitches next to you.

Bakugo’s looking down at his plate, grin on his face.

Still chewing, you turn to Shoto, who looks down at your mouth, frowns. Then his thumb is drawing slowly across your bottom lip, and you flinch back, face heated and eyes wide.

“Syrup.” He shrugs, licks his thumb.

Bakugo stands, loudly. He slams his cutlery onto his plate and picks it up, stomps off inside towards the kitchen.

It’s deathly quiet for a few seconds, almost everyone staring after him. Then All Might sighs. “No one’s going to ask him what’s wrong?”

Deku moves to stand, but you spring up. “I will.” You say too quickly. “I’m done, anyway.” You’re not, but you need an excuse. No one says anything as you walk off, but your eyes briefly meet Aizawa’s on the way, and you drop your pouty glare to the ground.

Bakugo’s angrily washing his dishes. When you step next to him, he snatches yours, bins the remnants of your breakfast and scrubs them, too.

“I think we need to make a couple rules.” He says darkly. When you don’t reply, he frowns, stares at you. “No one else.”

“So… what? I can’t tell anyone, or..?” You mumble, and he snorts.

“No. No fucking with anyone else, you or me.” A soapy finger stabs at your shoulder, then he thumbs his own, cementing the fact.

“Great, I like that.” You agree with a nod, meeting his glare with an easy smile.

“Really?” He raises his brows at you.

A shrug. “Yes.” You say simply. By the look on his face, he’s expecting an argument, you to challenge him.

He’s semi-calm now, shoving your knife and fork into the drying rack after stacking your plate, but it’s a weighted silence. He has more to say.

You glance around, before snatching his wrist— he curses you out, you hush him— dragging him out of the kitchen and down the hall, into the bathroom and closing the door. You’re still facing the door when you snip the lock, and he sighs heavily behind you.

“Why the fuck’d you drag me in here?” He grumbles. You peer over your shoulder, take in his terrible posture, the absolutely sour look on his face.

“Last night,” you manage, before you turn back to the door. Your whole body tenses, muscle memory recalling they way you felt as he touched you, kissed you. When he stays silent, you try again. “Last night, we—“

“I remember.” He says gently, and you turn fully, lean against the door.

“I don’t want to,” no, that’s not what you’re trying to say. You take a deep breath. “I liked it. I want more.”

His jaw clenches, eyes dance down your body. “More?”

“Yes.” You whisper, unzipping your sports jacket, letting it fall to the floor. His nostrils flare and he straightens his posture as you step towards him, run your hands down the front of his jacket.

Your fingers find the elastic of his sweatpants and he bristles. “Not that.” He grinds out.

You close your eyes and push up on your toes, plant your lips against his. When you pull back, you glance up at him through thick lashes, see the vicious red blush covering his cheeks.

“Let me,” you breathe, boldly running a hand over his clothed crotch, feeling the long, hardening length beneath. “Please?” You squeeze gently and he crumbles, a choking sound leaving the back of his throat; with a grin, you push him back against the toilet— flick the lid down with a foot— and force him to sit.

“F-fucking hurry up then.” He grumbles, harsh words deceiving his tone. You laugh, standing over him, and take off your tank top, then your spots bra.

It dawns on you that you’ve never actually even seen a dick before, and doubt creeps in.

“Look, it’s my first time, so—“

“I did this.” He says lowly, reaches for your hips and pulls you between his spread legs. Then a hand is at one of your breasts, and you look down to see him trace a finger over the hickey he’d left there last night, the bruise of his teeth overlapping it.

“Yeah, you did.” You run your fingers through his spiky hair, lip between your teeth.

“On your knees.” He grunts gently, and you comply instantly, your hands on his thighs for support. Then his hands are at the elastic of his sweats, and he maintains eye contact with you as he shifts the material down; he lifts his hips, then his cock is free —long and hard and tipped pink— the material of his sweats and boxers bunched around his thighs.

“Wow.” You whisper, staring at it. You lick your lips and his hands take your face, bring your attention back to his.

“Just use your hands,” He instructs, and he looks nervous. Why is he nervous? “It feels better if you wet it, too, so…” he clears his throat, and you push up to kiss him, wrap your arms around his neck, tangle your fingers in his hair, run your tongue along his.

You break away, breathless. “Relax.” Then you unwrap yourself from him, focus on his— now, shiny-tipped— cock.

You pull his pants down to his ankles and settle in closer, then you gingerly run a finger up it— it twitches— and gauge Bakugo’s reaction. He’s leaning back, watching you with half lidded eyes.

It feels better if it’s wet.

You’ve seen porn, you know you could just spit on it, but… where’s the fun in that? You take a deep breath and sink down, open your mouth and—

“J-just spit on it.” He says a little too loudly, hands in your hair, pulling you back up.

You bat his hands away, glare at him. “I’m just getting it wet—“

“It’s dirty. I ran 10k’s.”

“Shut up, and let me lick it.” You hiss, pushing him back with one hand, and taking the base in the other. You open your mouth, lick your lips, then wrap them around the head of his cock, glance up to see his reaction.

He’s already panting, a hand covering his lower face, eyes trained on you. You swirl your tongue and his nostrils flare, hips instinctively bucking up into you.

He’s salty, musty, masculine, and you take him deeper. He hits the back of your throat, and it constricts— too deep— your mouth flooding with saliva, eyes watering as your gag reflex sets in. You pull away from it with a gasp, a trail of spit still connecting you to it, and Bakugo moans.

Your pussy clenches at the sound, so you do it again. He’s hot and heavy and smooth in your mouth, and you were just going to get it wet, but fuck. His fingers are in your hair, and you’re drunk on power, on him, and you just want him to feel good, to feel what you felt last night.

Remembering the porn— probably unrealistic, but still— you mirror the motions, bobbing up and down, digging your fingers into his thighs—

“I’m gonna— ffffuck, I’m gonna cum,” he pants, and you whimper as he pulls you away by the hair. “Use your hand, wanna cum on your tits.” He orders, and you do.

It’s a little more awkward than simply sucking, but you get into a rhythm, and in seconds, he’s biting down on his knuckles, body tensing. You gasp and lean forward, allow him to spill out over your chest.

It shoots a little higher than you anticipate, hitting you first on the cheek, over your lips, then finishing hot and wet over your breasts.

There’s a moment where you just stare at each other, him breathy with release, you freckled with his cum, and you can tell he likes what he sees, but,

“Fuck, sorry,” He blushes, reaching for the toilet paper. You wipe If from your lips with your fingers, spread it between the tips. Before he can stop you, your fingers are in your mouth, tasting his salty, musty cum, cleaning your fingers of it. “You’re— you—“ He splutters, face as red as you’ve ever seen it.

“Was… was it good?” You ask, voice husky as you wipe your fingers dry on your pants.

“Yeah,” he admits, rubbing the spunk from your cheek with the paper, then moving to your breasts.

“Still angry?” You smile when he’s finished, cleans the tip of his still hard cock.

He chuckles. “No.”

“Oh, I must be magical.” You wink, pushing yourself to standing, hands on his thighs.

“Must be.” He mumbles, wraps his arms around your waist, nuzzles your bruised breast. Kisses it, licks it.

“Bakugo, they’re probably wondering where we are.” You smile, taking his face in your hands, bending to press a chaste kiss to his lips. He grumbles, let’s you go, and you both dress quietly.

You fix your hair and face in the mirror, and sure, you're looking a little flushed, but you were already disheveled from the run, so it should be fine. Then you're unlocking the door and peering out, before creeping down the hallway and peering around the corner to see if anyone’s in the kitchen.

All clear.

Relieved, you turn to face Bakugo, who’s been watching your spy moves with a raised brow.

“We didn’t get caught.” You smile triumphantly, and he grabs you, pulls you against him, hands on your ass. He kisses you, and your arms circle his neck as you smile against his lips.

A pointed clearing of a throat. “Ah, this again.” You’re frozen with your back to Aizawa, and Bakugo rubs your back with his hands, looking at him over your head. “No excuse this time?” He asks when neither of you say anything or move.

“Shut up, Sir.” Bakugo sighs, tired. You’re frozen in embarrassment and fear, arms still wrapped around him.

“Do my dishes and I’ll forget what I saw.” You warily glance back, see Aizawa put a couple of plates on the bench. “You,” he meets your eyes. You snatch your arms back from around Bakugo’s neck, but he holds you against him. “Good time on the 10k, colour me impressed. Now, outside.”

You scatter, not as calm as Bakugo about the situation, head back out to where everyone else is eating. By chance, you meet Kyoka’s eyes and she glances away, blushing. Your stomach drops.

She heard.

Stupid Earphone Jack quirk

[twoloveswords]

bakugou x reader; cw: smut, penetration, gagging

You absent-mindedly chew on the end of your pen. "Why are they so big?"

Everyone shifts uncomfortably in their seats. This is not how a costume design meeting with Dynamight typically goes.

You cut your eyes from the schematics displayed on the large screen at the end of the room over to the Pro-Hero.

There's an agonizing five full seconds of silence. Well, agonizing to the other people in the room, at least.

"Aerodynam-"

"You're not a car, you don't need spoilers growing out of the side of your head."

Dynamight runs his tongue over his teeth. He stands up to his full height from his seat next to you. "Everybody else, out."

The other attendees are quick to vacate the premises.

"Anything else you wanna add?" he asks, pressing his hands on the large oak table and leaning down to get in your face.

"Yeah, they mess up your hair." You reach up and run your fingers along the band of his mask, fixing stray locks that are curled under it or pressed flat against his scalp.

His expression softens. "You're gonna be the death of me, you know that?"

"Yeah?" you smirk, resting your chin on your hand, a devilish sparkle passing through your eyes.

"Underminin' me and then touchin' me like that, all soft. It's fuckin' annoying."

You laugh. "I'm sorry, Katsuki." It earns you an eye-roll, but you lay your hand on his and pull his attention back to you. "I mean it. I shouldn't have been so familiar with you." You lower your voice to a whisper. "I'll blow my cover."

Katsuki looks down at your hand on his, then brings your fingers to his lips, giving them soft kisses. "'S alright," he mumbles, "sometimes I want people to know." He releases your hand and lifts your chin with his finger so he can kiss you. It's a deep kiss, the pressure of his lips on yours firm and constant. "They say it's for your safety - like I can't fuckin' protect you," he adds when he breaks away from you, whispering the words into your open mouth.

"I know you can protect me, baby," you coo, and he kisses you again, this time encouraging your lips to part so he can swipe tongue along yours.

"Nothing's ever gonna happen to you on my watch," he growls between kisses that are now roaming down your neck. His voice is deep and protective, but his eyes are possessive as they rake over your body.

The heat in your blood is rising and your mind begins to fog. "Katsuki..." you breath out weakly.

He pushes your rolling chair out from under the meeting table and lifts you out of it by your thighs, placing you roughly on the edge of the table, legs spread wide so he can slot himself between them.

"You'd like it too, wouldn't cha? If everyone knew?"

You bite your lip, nod meekly.

"Where's that big attitude now?" he smirks.

You take a breath, finding yourself again through the lustful haze. "Why don't you come find out?"

He pulls you towards him by your thighs until your core brushes up against his clothed dick and you moan.

"You gonna let me fuck you right here on this table?" he asks, cupping your face.

"Take that stupid mask off first," you bite back.

He sets his jaw in annoyance but obliges, sliding the fabric off of his head. Now all that's left is the messy eyeblack streaked across his eyes and the bridge of his nose.

"Fuck," you whimper, making a show of lying flat on your back on the table. "You look so hot like that."

Katsuki takes the opportunity to hike your dress all the way up to your waist so he can pull down your tights and panties, which he manages to rip in the process.

There's no time for any other foreplay - the time you've been alone in this windowless room together is already suspicious enough - so he doesn't waste any time in pulling down his pants just enough to free his aching cock.

He slides into you all at once and a loud moan rips from your throat.

Katsuki stills inside you. "You gotta be quiet for me, yeah?"

"I don't know if I can," you sigh, and it's not a tease or a joke. You really don't know if you can keep your voice down when he's fucking you.

"Open up, then," he says, and tentatively open your mouth.

He inserts his balled-up hero mask into your mouth to muffle the sounds of your debauchery. You bite down on it, and it tastes like sweat and musk, and everything about the situation you're in is making your pussy pulse around his cock, still buried inside you.

"You can breathe?" he asks, and you nod. "Good," he growls, and then he's pistoning himself in and out of you and your hands scramble for purchase, eventually finding the edge of the table to hold on to. Katsuki never gets tired of seeing you like this underneath him, brows furrowed and eyes glassy, pleasure shooting through all of your nerves, entire body bouncing with the force of his thrusts.

His thumb finds your clit and your eyes roll back.

"'M gonna have to make this short baby, I'm sorry," he says as he continues working your puffy clit towards an orgasm, "but I'm gonna take care of you at home tonight, okay?"

You nod, deliriously close to the edge.

"Gonna fuck you stupid tonight, my smart girl, gonna fuck the brains right outta you," His movements get quicker, his hips slapping roughly against your thighs. "Just gonna hafta be a quickie for now - fucking christ - so we can keep our secret, right?"

You try to moan his name but the sounds are lost to the fabric gag in your mouth, and then you whine and your back arches off the table and Katsuki knows you're about to cum so he quickens the pace on your clit to send you spiraling into your orgasm. Your legs shake and he plants a hand on each of your thighs, whispering s'okay baby, I've got you while he chases his own release, eventually spilling himself inside you.

"Knew I'd make you eat your words," he chuckles as he gently pulls the mask free from your mouth.

"You treat all your employees like this?" you joke.

"Only the secret girlfriend ones," he quips as he helps you slide back into your tights and smooths out your dress.

You both take a few moments to compose yourselves.

"You ready?" Katsuki asks, his hand on the door handle.

"Yep!"

He turns the handle and steps into the hallways. "I'm glad we could come to an agreement on the mask designs," he says, a little loudly and awkwardly.

He's never been a good liar.

"Actually," you start, and Katsuki throws you a glare and subtly shakes his head no.

But you have other plans.

"I have some notes on your neck brace, too."

[phantasmiac]

nsfw, mdni

thinking about you and dabi both knowing that he fully intends to die soon,, but neither of you ever bring it up because talk about a buzzkill 🙄 and then one day y’all are fucking and in the middle of one of your many rounds; you lost track after the fifth. brain-melting isn’t even a figure of speech anymore, you can’t even think with him drilling into you, let alone form a single word other than his name. the room echoes with the sounds of your moans, skin slapping together, and dabi’s filthy words in your ear. perfect bliss.

until he spits out the most out of pocket dirty talk ever.

“can’t give out on me now.”

slap

“gotta take advantage of this.”

slap

“because one day,” he hisses, “i’m not gonna be around to fuck you stupid anymore.”

the sudden silence is loud, but short lived when you start sobbing. there’s an iron grip on both his biceps, a strength he would’ve never expected from your small hands. they pull his upper body closer down in a flash, so that you’re able to blubber distraught gibberish directly into his chest. he can’t bring himself to do anything other than cradle the back of your head, and silently curse his own tongue.

you must’ve fucked him stupid.

[luna-indigoduh]

It’s 8 in the morning and I’m in my feels now 😭

[gglitch1dd-deactivated20240906]

Firm believer in switch Deku

One minute he wants you to scream his name and the next he wants you to use him until he's a mumbling mess

There is only one reason why I do not like sub Izuku, and that's because people write him horrendously and it makes me cringe. But subtop Izuku... now that's someone I can get behind. But for you... I can conjure up something I can get behind.

Izuku is a very diverse man. You can see it in his eyes when that switch between passive and dominant is flipped in his head. But on a rare occasion, a rare occasion where he wants to not have to think and be in control, on a rare occasion he allows himself to be weak and at your mercy, is one you treasure for eternity.

Izuku hates feeling weak. It makes him feel helpless, like how he was when he was a quirkless kid with no one to defend him.

However when he's in your embrace, underneath your gaze, with you riding him like that would be the last time you ever sat on his cock, he would look up at you like a diety. He would give his everything to your very being just to stay there just a minute longer. Where he didn't have to think. Where he didn't have to do anything but feel in the warmness of your control.

His mumbles spur you on, every cry and moan and drabble nonsense spilling from his glistening lips is what keeps your grip on him so strong. You kiss every freckle on his body, like they were stars in the very sky. You praise him like he was made out of the most expensive and precious material known to earth. You feel him as though his skin was not battered and scarred.

In your embrace he feels loved. He feels safe.

Midoriya Izuku would only submit to someone, who would make him feel something no one had ever made him feel before...

He would only submit to someone who would make him feel precious.

[luna-indigoduh]

Baby fever

word count: 2492

CW:  Breeding kink, cursing, oral (Femal receiving)

AN: Hey guys I’ve been gone but im excited to release this. I suddenly had muse at like 3 Am and want to start being active more so ill be posting more headcanons and getting fics out when im not busy. Feel free to send headcanons or even small prompts would really like to interact with mutuals again. Anywho enjoy 

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[luna-indigoduh]

New fic finally out, more to come 💋

[luna-indigoduh]

Baby fever

word count: 2492

CW:  Breeding kink, cursing, oral (Femal receiving)

AN: Hey guys I’ve been gone but im excited to release this. I suddenly had muse at like 3 Am and want to start being active more so ill be posting more headcanons and getting fics out when im not busy. Feel free to send headcanons or even small prompts would really like to interact with mutuals again. Anywho enjoy 

Touya had never thought about having kids.  There was nothing that was in him that had ever made the male wonder or dream of having kids of his own. Between his family trauma and the fact his quirk was one he wouldn't wish on to anyone (besides his father). He feared he would be just as good of a father compared to his father, which was like saying he'd  be the best at being the damn worst. With the same rage, stubbornness and passion that endeavor carried through his veins being in his there wasn't any guarantee that his child wouldn’t face the same amount of neglect or abuse he faced as a child . Then when it came to his quirk, he knew his own fucking body couldn’t handle his quirk. He knew for sure that a child that had the chance of gaining a much more powerful fire quirk and his weak frozen body, he’d be putting a death sentence on that's child's back even before birth   If it was up to him the todoroki bloodline would be put to an end with his siblings.     

Sadly he had no control in that seeing he sat face to face with his nephew that you had been babysitting for the weekend. Natsuo had asked if you two would be willing to watch his son for him and his wife. Touya could still remember how unsure his brother  was when he asked him. He was positive that had the same matching looks on their faces as he held the babbling baby in his arms. Touya was reluctant of  course when he asked.  Plus he was positive he was only asking him due to Fuyumi being out of town for vacation and Shoto being too busy with her0 work.  He couldn’t muster up any words and could feel as his nerves would boil over any second. That was until he felt your hand on his shoulder that instantly felt himself cool down .  

“Of course we will,” you said cheerfully with a smile ever so bright .

You hadn’t told Touya but you had been going through baby fever heavily . You found yourself looking in the baby aisle more than usual as you did your daily errands. You also have been going over that baby list of names and even scrolling through cute family tiktoks that could only make you imagine having a family with Touya. Sadly you knew about his past and what he had been through. As much as you were ready for a baby you understood his stance on children and you wouldn't push your want for a family onto the male. You respected him and accepted that at the moment your two cats would be just enough for the both of you right now. 

Touya would agree with you also, up until this weekend.    At first he had decided that he would have as little interaction with the child as possibly. It at first sounded like an easy task,but once he realized that you would be using this time to have as much fun with the child. If he wanted anytime with you, he was going to have to be with the baby. Nothing about the baby had given him the idea that he wanted his own. Especially with the fact he had cried for over an hour once his parents left. If anything he was sure it would be the best birth control that you guys had ever had. Then you had managed to calm the baby down and that had begun to ignite the spark in him that made him crave to put his own kid in you. Watching as you rock as you rock the small baby as it rested its head against your chest was an image he did not know he needed to see.   He could only think about how beautiful you looked in that moment, and how beautiful you would look with his own child in your arms.  From there that spark in him only grew more as the days carried on. While you cured your fever by playing with the child, feeding and caring for him it had seemed that this baby loving illness was contagious because Touya was positive that he had  come down with a case of it and there was only one way it could be cured for him. By the end of Saturday night Touya had easily fallen into a domestic role. He took the time to do your guy’s typical household chores  such as the laundry or cooking dinner for you guys . He also gave you chances to relax as he fed the baby or rocked him to sleep.  Of course after he let you show him he would hurt the small human in his arm.   It was as if you guys had been playing house all weekend,but sadly the fun was coming to an end .

He watched as the child giggled and smiled reaching out for him, a new sound that made his chest warmer than any fire that he had ever weld in him. “You know you weren't so  bad,” he said, picking up the child from the floor where he was originally playing. “How would you like a little cousin?” he asked the small child as he tickled the boy who erupted into a fit of giggles that were only stopped once the door bell rung causing you to quickly move from your bedroom where you where getting the baby’s things together (plus a little extra things you guys had bought when you guys took them shopping with you). “Hey,  Natsuo ,” you said as you  quickly answered the door with the baby bag on your shoulder. “ I knew you'd be here soon.”  You guys chatted a bit  before he asked how the weekend went knowing that watching a kid could be a handful. His worry had been dismissed once his older brother came in his view with his son who had the same striking white hair as the two of them. “It was alright, this little stinker is welcomed any time,” Touya spoke, giving the baby a smile just as bright as the one on the smallest Todoroki’s face. It was a pleasant surprise for all of you.

After your guy’s goodbyes and coming back anytime was given the house fell into a peaceful silence for you. Only you. Touya was doing his best to get over the emptiness within the house,but he couldn't shake the need to want to have a child with you. Later that night you and Touya  decided to cuddle and watch a movie wanting to make up for the lack of solo cuddles you guys had gotten.  While your mind was focused on the movie that played on your bedroom tv Touya seemed to have other plans for you guys . His soft lips found the skin on your neck as he gently placed kisses against it before leaving each kiss with a playful nip at your skin. As his hands began to wander under the hem of your shirt you couldn't help but to hum from his touch. He always knew your body. Where to touch, how to touch and exactly to make you want him more than you typically control. 

He rolled you over on you back easily pulling his  shirt  that your smaller form swam in over your head being glad to see you opted for no bra and just a beautiful blue thong that contrasted against your melanated skin that had him and his dick practically drooling for you before he could even get to touch you the way he wanted. “Fuck your gorgeous doll,” he said softly before pecking a kiss to your lips, going back kissing your now warm skin. You hadn't expected  this attention from him but god you were not going to turn him down for a second.   You watched as he trailed his fiery intense kisses down your body. Each one leaving a marking of love that made your body look like an art piece that was covered with every inch of passion the male had in his body for you that made him feel like an artist. Once he reached  your soaked cover pussy he couldn’t help, but top lap up a taste through your panties with kisses following right behind them.     

“Touya,” You gasped as your hips bucked, wanting more friction. Hating that he wouldn’t just take the stupid thong off of you. It wasn’t usual for him to move slow and take his time with you, but he sure as hell was going to tonight.  

“Just relax for me baby, let me take my time,” he said softly as he sat up to take off his own shirt leaving him in his boxers before finally relieving you from the drenched fabric.    

He couldn't stop himself from spreading your folds watching how your sticky lust connected them together. Touya was sure he had died and went to heaven at the sight.  He rubbed slow circles against your clit watching as you clench around nothing just begging for more. You were sure he was going to ignore how you whined for him to give you more before you heard the sound of him collecting saliva in his mouth as spitting on your pussy the easily meeting your eyes as he lapped it back up   then eating you like his dinner he had wasn't enough to settle his hunger. He needed dessert. It was hard to control the way you squirmed under his touch with how he didn't seem to let up against you. Switching between sucked your clit, small kitten licks that had you melting into the mattress and fucking you with his tongue. He gripped you thighs wanting to keep you close as he got lost in the taste of you.   It would explain how he didn't hear you first say his name.

“Please, I-I need to… fuck , “ moans slipped past your lips as your head fell back into your pillow before feeling a harsh smack against your thigh causing him to gain your attention back as you whimpered.

“You wanna cum? Then you’ll keep those pretty brown eyes on me doll.”

With ease he went back to eating you watching you just as intensely as he tasted every inch of you. He always loved how you came undone right in front of him. The sound of your moans made him believe the heavens gave you the voice of the most beautiful angel that had.  He wished he could hear it every second of the day.  Once you finished he looked at you standing taking in the sight of you.  The lust filled look in your eyes that had your pupils blown with the combination of thin layer or sweat that made your body glisten like gold as your juice continued to leak from you made his mind race. In that moment the image of you round with his spawn made his chest swell. He was going to make you a mom, you were going to have his baby and hell he was going to be the best goddamn father/ husband he could be. The only thing that pulled him from his thoughts was the sight of you getting on your knees reaching for the hem of his boxers before he took a hold of your wrist.

“Wanna make daddy feel good too,” You said licking your lips as seduction fell into your words.

Any other night he would love to see your full lips wrapped around him as his tip hit the back of his throat, but tonight he had a goal in mind.

   “Not tonight baby, you just let me take care of you tonight ok,”he said softly before kissing your forehead.  Something soft was brought out in him and you didn't have time to figure out what it was as he laid you back down. He removed his boxers leaving you both naked as his dick sprung out. Tip red and angry while dripping with his arousal, you licked your lips with anticipation as he pumped himself a few times before folding you in half in a mating press letting you legs rest on his shoulders. With you prepared properly and your pussy having been fucked to fit him over the few years he was easily able to fit. He didn’t take a second to wait to fuck you. The sound of how sloppy your pussy dripped for him was enough to encourage him to carry out fucking his baby into you.

   Long deep strokes made you gasp with sweet moans leaving in between. You loved feeling with each thrust how his tip kissed your cervix. All you could do was beg for him more and more as your arms wrapped around his neck.  He leaned down placing hot kisses into your neck as he found his thrust picking up with each second he felt you clench around him. He couldn’t control himself anymore as his mind was only focused on the feeling of you and the thought of giving you a baby.

  “God you're going to be such a pretty mommy,” he rasped as he slammed deeper into you.  “I’m going to fill this sloppy pussy over and over tonight until you're so full with my cum.”

 His words earned a whine from you before you found your fingers tangling into his hair and pulling it to make him look at you .

  “Cum in me Touya,” you begged as you looked at him with soft eyes. “I want to have you baby, please give me a baby. I’ll be a good mommy.”

 Between your words, your cheeks stained with tears of pleasure and how easily you were taking him, he knew he wasn’t going to last much longer.  After a few more thrust that became sloppy  with each second you both finished together causing you both to cry out each other's names.

He pulled out looking down at you taking in your after sex beauty as his eyes traveled over you before seeing how his seed dripped out of you. He watch proudly as he used his finger to take the mixture of you pushing it back inside wanting to be sure you didn't lose a drop before placing a kiss against your clit.

“I love you doll,” he said softly looking back to your eyes knowing this was a big next step for you guys.

“I love you too,” you said just as gently.

Just like he promised Touya spent the rest of your night fucking you into the sheets to be sure you were filled with him.   For the next few days Touya was happily showing you the same amount of attention. It was a month later that the two of you had found out your non-stop loving had accomplished exactly what he wanted.

You were going to have a baby.

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[slasherwh0re]

Stoner sero who will call you pets names like mamacita, mi reina, mi princesa while he is lazily eating your cunt out. As he makes eye contact with you, he'll edge you for hours if you can't keep eye contact. Stoner sero who makes you bounce up and down on his cock, as he lights another joint, making you open your mouth as he takes a hit, blowing it in your mouth. Stoner sero who will have you bent over the sink in his friends bathroom, all because you sat in Mina's lap. Stoner sero who accidentally confesses his feelings for you during one of your late night hook ups. Stoner sero who videos you and him fucking to send to his friends and any others that want you(with consent of course). Stoner sero, who tells everyone publicly on his insta live after he got too high how much he loves you and how you are his girlfriend.

Im a hardcore sero simp, i love this man fr

[luna-indigoduh]

This has my Sero loving brain so happy👀💕

[dragonpunk15]

Bakupool 

[luna-indigoduh]

Been gone but just reread Smooth talker pt2 and just thought up pt 3 soooo I’ve decided it will be coming to you all soon. I’m thinking of making it filthy too 🥴🥴

[plussizeficchick]

I saw this Monster High edit and it got me thinking about werewolf!Bakugo who has a crush on vampire!chubby reader :( 

He didn’t mean for it to happen, but you’re just so fucking pretty. Your full figure filling out your corsets deliciously. The way your tits spill at the top, he couldn’t help but wonder what they’d look like covered in his seed. 

And you’re so sweet. You don’t bat an eye to his hulking figure. He’s 6’5 and is a mountain of pure muscle. He’s mean, brash, yet you look at him like he’s hung all the stars in the sky. He doesn’t get you, but he has to fuck you.

It’s taboo for vampires and werewolves to be together. Hundreds of thousands of years your kind spent hating each other, but that doesn’t stop you and Bakugo from fucking like rabbits whenever you get the chance. The sex is always so hot, intense. Like each time might be the last. Yet you and Bakugo can’t help but lust after each other, the idea of someone finding out about your relationship, turning you both on that much more.

He’s got you on all fours, your body jiggling in tandem with his rough thrusts. He wraps a hand around your throat and pulls you to his chest, his other hand reaching down to rub fast circles on your clit. “‘re fucking soaked.” He chuckles, rubbing harder. You whine, the stimulation overwhelming . You already feel him in your tummy, every time he pulls out before snapping right back to hit your cervix. “What’s wrong, princess? Too much?” He mocks, nipping at your neck with his sharp teeth. You shake your head vigorously, it’s never too much. You tighten up around his cock, pulling a sharp breath from him. “Fuck, baby. Keep doing that.” He urged, thrusting harder, faster. You tighten around him as best you can, though it's not hard when your orgasm washes over you, milking Katsuki’s orgasm from him. He shoots deep into your womb, coating it in his potent seed. 

He slowly pulls out of your spent body, and as the rush of cum leaves your cunt, Katsuki is quick to push it back inside. When all is said and done, he presses a quick kiss to your cunt before leaving to get something to clean you up. He returns soon with a damp rag and cleans you up. It’s this that makes it hard to leave, the aftercare. He just makes it so easy to fall in love with him when he treats you so delicately.

The next time Katsuki was waiting for your scheduled meet up, you burst through the doors sobbing hysterically. “Don’ wanna. Don’ wanna do it, ‘Suki.” He calms you down as best he can, the rumble in his chest slowly calming you. “What happened?” He grunted, using his claws to scratch at your scalp. “My parents are forcing me to get married. They said it’s going to happen in one month. I don’t want to get married to someone I don’t love, ‘Suki. I’m scared.” Bakugo knew that he should tell you how he felt, knew that he should fight for you. But what if this guy was better for you? What if this guy knew how to be soft, attend to your needs in a way that he didn’t? 

He couldn’t stand in the way of that. 

So, with a heavy heart, he tried to make you feel better. “Don’t be so negative, idiot. The guy might not be too bad. You never know.” He shrugged. You give him a tight-lipped smile. Yeah, but he won’t be you. 

A few weeks go by and slowly, your feelings eat away at you. When you get married, your relationship with Bakugo will have to stop completely, so, you figured that you’d tell him how you’ve always felt about him, just to finally get it off your chest.

You enter his room as you usually do for your sessions, however, you stay at the door instead of preparing yourself. “What, you forget our routine all of a sudden? I fuck you too hard last time?” He chuckles, a smirk making its way to his face. “We have to talk.” At the tone of your voice, the smirk drops. No. 

Katsuki’s throat closes up as he asks, “About what?” “About us.” You answer. He looks up at you, urging you to continue. “I’ve been doing a lot of thinking and I think we should end this.” Katsuki feels his heart drop to his stomach. “When I get married, I don’t want to cheat on my husband. I may not love him now, but like you said, I’ll never know. But what I do know right now, is that I’m in love with you. I know you don’t feel the same, seeing as that was the whole point of our arrangement, but I couldn’t help it. I’m glad I was able to finally get this off my chest.” You chuckle airily, feeling a weight being lifted off of your shoulders. “Well, I’ll leave you alone. Thank you for everything, Kat.” You turn to leave, but you don’t even get the chance to open the door before you’re pushed against it. You gasp, feeling his broad chest against your back. “You can’t- you can’t just say something like that and leave.” He grunts into your ear as he turns you around to face him, hands grabbing the fat of your thighs to hoist you up against his door. “Do- do you think we could still be together?”    

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[kingdaddydaichi]

nsfw, mdni, public sex

You’re grateful for the loud music at the awards ceremony afterparty since the vibrator katsuki insisted you wear inside your panties is turned up to its highest speed. as he grinds his thickening cock against your butt. Reaching under your skirt he easily glides his cock between your wet folds. "mmmwant your pussy ready to milk my cock when i fuck my cum into you" he groans.

He pushes his leaking cock inside you, his fat cockhead shoving the high-speed bullet deeper inside your pussy. he sets his rhythm to the thumping bass of the music so it just looks like he's grinding against you to the beat. in reality though his fat, veiny cock is pumping inside your tight walls. You bite down on the finger he'd pushed past your lips.

“Tha's it baby girl, y'feel so fuckin good." His breath is ragged against your ear. "I'm 'bout to nut, baby. Want you to cum too."

Your cunt, crowded with Katsuki's cock and the vibrating bullet that’s still on its highest setting, sucks him in harder. "Katsu," you breathe against his ear, "'m gonna cum, baby."

He pounds his hips harder against you in the dark corner of the club, using his impeccable rhythm to keep up with the intensity of the beat.

"Mmfuck, Katsuki," you cry, your voice carrying dangerously close to those dancing around you.

Your pussy ripples around him, slurping noisily on his glistening cock as it pistons in and out of you. "Fuck, Katsu, your cock is gonna make me cum, oh god...fucking cumming, baby!"

“Ahhfuck me too…” The first jet of his hot semen squirts from his cock hole deep into your convulsing pussy. "Yeah, fuck baby, take it all." He unloads his heavy balls inside you, the loud vibrator still buzzing inside your cunt as he fills it with his hot, thick, sticky cum.

[softfordabi]

Good Game

Summary: Katsuki decides to teach you a lesson when you tease him while he’s gaming

Tags: MDNI ageless blogs will be blocked, ALL CHARACTERS ARE OVER 20, riding bakugo while he games, bakusquad hears you getting fucked and likes it, creampie, deku has a dom side, kiri is a sweetheart

Words: 3823

Warnings: exhibitionism, degradation, name calling, orgasm denial, crying, riding, creampie, dom/sub elements, name calling (whore, slut), daddy kink, choking, people listening to you get fucked over headphones, suggested gangbang at the end

“C’mon, baby, I gotta get on with the boys,” Katsuki said, attempting to remove your arms from around him, but was thus far failing. 

You knew he could pry you off of him if he really wanted—his large, defined, arm muscles proved that—but it seemed he was also hard pressed to push away from you. 

“Mm, don’t wanna,” you said, words slurred with sleep. “Wanna cuddle.”

“Woman,” Katsuki grunted, half-heartedly. 

Ever since they all became pro-heroes, Katsuki and his friends haven’t had much time to get together, so they make sure to have at least one gaming session a week. 

Today was Thursday, gaming night and the day that most of them were usually off patrol. 

But, Katsuki had initiated Cuddle Time not even thirty minutes ago. You weren’t sure what he was expecting when he tried to leave you so fast. Of course you would resist. 

You sighed deeply before throwing your arms up in defeat, allowing him to roll off the bed.  

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