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Pairing: Bakugou Katsuki x Reader x Kaminari Denki
All characters are aged up 18+. MDNI.
warning: mmf threesome, entirely focused on the guys, dick sucking and ass eating, handjobs, rimming, mention of spit, cum and precum. (felt like a degenerate whilst writing the warning)
Part 01, Part 02, Part 03 (here)
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"So, where do you want us?" You rub your hands together, looking up at Kaminari in anticipation, still clad in your shorts and Bakugou's t-shirt, the only one among the three to be still clothed. "I'll be happy with whatever."
Kaminari sat on the edge of your bed, completely bare are he stared down at you and Bakugou kneeling before him, his cock hard and throbbing between you three, messy from his previous load and ready for his next, "You guys can take the lead, I don't—"
"I'll take his dick." Bakugou grunted, already placing hands on Kaminari's thighs and spreading them, shuffling closer, lips inches away from his weeping tip.
"Hold on." You wrapped your arms around his neck, yanking him back, side eyeing him, "You can't take him all for yourself," you scooch closer too, forcing Kaminari's legs wider open, "We need to be in a position where we both can have him."
"Or." Bakugou raised his hand, pointing an index finger up, "We can take turns and both have our way." Already reaching for Kaminari again, eager to toy with him.
"You are just jealous I'll be better." You huffed, sitting against the side of the bed, tapping against Kaminari's thigh, "Sit on my face, while he sucks your dick." You instructed, helping him settle his ass over your chin, watching him contemplate.
"I don't want to hurt you," Kaminari mumbled, afraid to fully settle his weight on your face, hands clutching Bakugou's shoulders.
"Oi, put your weight on my shoulders." Bakugou reached over, grabbing his thighs, while he himself crawled onto your lap.
Final position being with you the floor against the bed, Kaminari standing with his hands on Bakugou's shoulders, puckered hole inches from your lips and Bakugou kneeling in your lap.
You craned your neck up, peppering kisses against the back of Kaminari's thighs, slowly inching up till you reached his hole, multitasking as your hands reached for Bakugou's cock, teasing the tip before stroking the base.
At some point, there is precum and spit smeared all over your cheeks, fluid dripping down your neck and seeping into the t-shirt you wore.
You didn't have any complains though, how could, especially when Kaminari was moaning so prettily for you and Bakugou.
Kaminari moaned, grinding his ass down, pushing your tongue deeper, hands tangling in Bakugou's hairs, cockhead a lovely shade of peach embellished with pearly beads of white.
"He's close." Bakugou hissed, tongue pressing into his taint occasionally lapping at your chin, rutting his own hips forward, precum coating your hands.
You doubled your efforts, working Bakugou's cock in your laps, one hand on the base of his length, other tugging his balls, neck aching as you craned your head to reach deeper into Kaminari.
Bakugou took his cock back into his mouth, hollowing his cheeks and taking his entire length in one go, bobbing his head, as Kaminari coated his throat with dripping precum.
Your hands dipped forward, one cradling and massaging Bakugou's balls, while other circled his rim, feeling his cock helplessly twitch against your belly.
"Quit distracting me woman." He hissed, breath fanning against Kaminari's cock, grinding against your palms without a hint of shame.
His words only made you double the efforts, hands making a quick work of his cock, jorking it with renewed vigor, gliding your palm against the sensitive head of his cock.
Bakugou curled his back, hips humping your hands with urgency, balls tightening as he painted your torso white, cum splattered on your (his) t-shirt.
Following him, "I—I'll cum, fu—fuck," Kaminari moaned, pulling him off his length, fisting his cock, as he painted Bakugou's tits white, chest heaving as he slumped down, between you both, Bakugou scooted back, arm around his waist, making sure neither their weights were on you.
"Denks." You whispered, hands pressing along his sides, rubbing shapes along his skin as the three of you finally caught your breaths, "You alright?"
Eyes meeting Bakugou's over his shoulder, he reached over, wiping the sweat from your shoulders with the back of his hand.
He nodded against Bakugou's collar bone, slowly crawling to the side and off your lap, limping against the bed beside you, "I think—I think I saw the light."
Bakugou snort at his words, leaning to press a kiss against his forehead, before pulling back and smashing his lips against yours, "With the way he was riding your face, I thought you'd see the light."
"Come on, if I can handle your fatass I can handle anything." You lazily rubbed his thighs, head leaning against Kaminari's shoulder.
Kaminari pulled you close, lips ghosting against the column of your throat, "It's your turn now."
"I know, but we'll do me tomorrow." You pulled away from them, stretching your arms above your head and stripping down to your underwear, heading towards the bathroom, "let's clean up and sleep, you'll need alotta energy tomorrow."
Oh. Oh.
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a/n: lowkey I need to work on on-going series instead of drabbles or starting new series, anyways hopefully you'll enjoy this little fic that has been in my drafts for like months.
SECRET QUIRKS & NAUGHTY PERKS!
pairing: (timeskip) pervy!prohero izuku x fem!reader
summary: Izuku Midoriya is the perfect neighbour - kind, helpful, and dangerously attractive. But is it true that the most innocent ones hide the dirtiest secrets?
wc: 5.3k!
warnings: lots of talk about underwear, masturbation (m), horny thoughts, panty stealing, he puts a pair in his mouth, brief choking, oral (f!receiving,), fingering, clothed sex, unprotected sex, cum fetish, restraining, teasing, praise, she wears underwear after he cums in them! ><, brief neito monoma slander lolllz
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Laundry day.
Possibly, the most dreaded part of your week. Trudging down to the apartment's basement laundry room every Wednesday and Saturday felt like a punishment. The rows of humming machines, harsh fluorescent lighting and the faint smell of detergent clinging to the air.
Lately, though, there had been one thing that made it all a little more tolerable.
A certain green-haired pro hero.
Izuku Midoriya.
Your neighbour from across the hall … and dangerously hot.
You've seen him around the building a few times, never really having too many chances to talk to him aside from when you run into him in the basement.
He lived a quiet life, totally different from the side of him the world sees. The only people you'd ever seen filtering through his apartment were his mother and some of his high school friends.
He was well-known in the building, and he definitely brought the establishment a good name - the kind of person to carry groceries for neighbours, or treat the building staff to dinner as a thank you. It seemed like hero duty never really stopped for him, even when he was off the clock.
Yet even someone so perfect can hold secrets so shameful.
Today was one of those not-so-dreadful days.
You chose to go downstairs later than usual in hopes of not running into the man. Work was kicking your ass, already running late to an important meeting at the agency. The bags under your eyes would be noticeable to anyone, even if they were standing 20 feet away. And although you're sure an interaction with Izuku Midoriya might make your day a little better, you wouldn't want to be caught dead looking like this.
But of course, the universe had different plans.
"C'mon, please," you huff. You're on your knees in front of the machine, the loud noises echoing repeatedly, as if it were angry. Frustrated, you settle on choosing a different one. The sounds of the former still playing in the distance.
Before you can make it to the next one, you feel your body collide with something. The hard force sends your freshly washed clothes tumbling to the floor. You groan at the sight of multicoloured fabrics covering the ground, heat rushing to your cheeks before you bend to pick them up.
A scarred hand reaches out at the same time as you, fingers brushing as you pick up the articles.
Just great. And of course, he's caught you on the worst possible day.
"I'm really sorry," he says, placing the clothes back into your basket.
You watch as he picks the items off the floor, each piece slightly more provocative than the last. A faint blush covers his cheeks as he picks up the last piece on the ground, a green ball of lace sitting between his fingers. You try to ignore how he holds them for a moment longer than the rest before you snatch them out of his hands, shoving them to the bottom of your basket.
"No, it was my fault, I didn't see you there," you say, standing up awkwardly with your laundry basket resting on your hip. Your gaze finds the pile of now dirty clothes resting in your arms.
He notices the slight gloss in your eyes, shoulders raised and arms fidgeting with the plastic basket. You've never been the most talkative type, but he can tell the usual whimsy you carry is missing today.
"Looks like I'll have to wash these again," you giggle, hoping to break the awkward silence and calm your racing heart. Silently, your mind is spiralling. The clock on the wall mocks you with every tick, your boss's voice growing louder and louder in your head. When he stays quiet, you're certain he's thinking that you're a total mess.
"I can wash them," he says.
You blink at him, a small hesitation before you speak.
"Are you sure? I can always do it when I come back," you question.
"No, no. It was my fault anyway, so please, I insist. If you stop by my apartment after work, I can have it ready for you," he says, bright smile plastered on his face. He doesn't leave much room for debate, taking the hamper from your hands and making his way towards an empty machine.
Eyes fixed on his back, you watch as he throws your clothes and his into an empty machine. The appliance is surprisingly much more obedient for him than it's ever been for you.
Tick. Tick. Tick.
"O-ok. Yeah, thank you. I'll come by tonight," you say, your words rushed, legs already guiding you to the exit. The clock's ticking fades into the background as you ascend, green hair disappearing in the distance. You don't hear his response as you rush up the stairs, worries long forgotten, and your mind already shifting to the next task that awaits you.
As soon as the door shuts, Izuku feels his shoulders drop. His hands coming up to cover his face as he feels heat spread throughout his body. He finds a seat in the corner of the room, thighs pressed together tightly as he tries to ignore the growing sensation.
You live in the apartment across from him. Your door is constantly decorated for the nearest holiday, and the sweet scent of baked goods and vanilla drifts through the cracks and into his complex. You leave dog treats for the neighbours' pets, water bottles, and granola bars neatly arranged on a little stool in the hallway.
It was hard not to know who you were, and he's never considered that a problem before. Until knowing so little about you stopped feeling like enough.
Subconsciously, he started seeking out more chances to see you, timing his laundry trips so they lined up perfectly with yours. Over time, the two of you would fall into easy conversation in the basement laundry room, passing the hours talking about things like work or the current hero rankings. And slowly, it became his favourite part of the week.
And not just for the conversations the two of you shared. Especially not today.
He's always been proud to be a pro hero, helping people was his pride and joy. So, when he finds himself getting hard just at the sight of your underwear, the guilt is immense. Every time he sees you, he can't help but be infatuated, studying every blink, every twitch, the way your tongue brushes along your teeth.
He's not sure why you've got such a hold on him.
It was unethical. He knew that. What would the world think about the current #2 pro-hero imagining such suggestive things about an innocent civilian?
The creaking of the stairs pulled him out of his spiralling thoughts. Mrs. Tadashi, the elderly lady from two floors up, graces him with a small, warm smile.
"Could you help me with my laundry, dear?" she asks, arms already reaching out to steady herself.
He ignores the way his heart races, moving to her side in aid, grateful for the distraction as he tries to mask the flush creeping across his cheeks.
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Work was brutal. You somehow survived the day after being completely chewed out by your boss. Your head is pounding, even the soft click of your apartment door closing reverberating through your skull.
Before you let yourself get too comfortable, the interaction with the pro floods back into your mind.
Of course, the one time you're looking and feeling your worst is when you run into him. The thought of your clothes scattered on the laundry room floor, the way he blushed at the sight of your panties - makes heat rush through your body.
You groan, dragging a hand down your face, suppressing the thought as you head to his door.
The first time you knock, you're met with silence. The only sound was small groans from the other side of the door.
'Maybe he's working out,' you think.
After a few more knocks, the door swings open, and the green-haired man is standing intimidatingly close to you. You can't resist the way your eyes trail over his body, realizing that he's not anywhere near as put together as he looked before.
Hair dishevelled, and his face flushed light pink. His abs are on display, boxers peeking out from the waistline of his sweats. If he was working out, he definitely didn't look nearly sweaty enough for the amount of noise he was making a moment ago.
He notices you're staring, clearing his throat before asking you to step inside while he grabs the clothes from his room.
"Sorry! Hope I didn't bother you…" You trail off, eyes wandering as you take in the sight of his apartment. It's modern. Sleek. The All Might posters and figurines on the shelf are the only real pop of colour.
Well, that, and something else.
On the arm of his couch rests a small mound of green decorated with small flowers, a white substance barely visible on the material.
Your face flushes as soon as you see it. You did not just walk in on your neighbour having sex, did you?
As he returns to you, laundry basket in hand, the floral scent of the dryer sheets fills your senses.
"Here you g-"
"Thanks!" you say, cutting him off, grabbing the basket and heading out the door, "promise I won't make a habit of this. Enjoy your night!" you yell, door shutting in his face, leaving him at the entrance, both confused and flustered.
You dump your clothes onto your bed, folding them before putting them in their rightful place. You've been at this for an hour now, since the interaction with Midoriya. Constant excuses popping up in your mind for what could describe the scenario.
Maybe he was just working out, or maybe he'd pulled a muscle. Maybe he spilled something on the couch and used a lace towel to clean it up?
That last one didn't seem too likely.
…
Where the fuck was it?
Your clothes that were once so neatly folded now covered the floor as you rifled through drawers and laundry baskets.
You've never been the type to dress up just for a man, of course not. But even you deserved to feel nice after the week you'd had. Nothing wrong with wanting to wear nice panties on a first date, right?
The only problem is, they're nowhere to be found.
Your favourite pair. The only pair in your closet you'd ever justify spending over fifty dollars on. It had your initials embroidered on the waistband in white lettering, contrasting with the black lace of the fabric. It was an impulse buy on a random night, your best friend flaunting a matching pair. It didn't cover much, but that was sort of the point.
You'd taken a load down to the laundry room earlier today with Midoriya, having gotten a little closer to the green-haired man since your last interaction. It was possible that it got mixed with your other clothes, though it was highly unlikely. And weirdly enough, this hadn't been the first time things had disappeared for no real reason.
Knock. Knock. Knock.
Fuck.
His hand freezes around his length, the material wrapped around his fingers suddenly falling to the floor.
Knock. Knock.
A soft call of his name came from the hallway.
He stumbles to the door, stuffing the fabric into his pants pocket.
When he opens the door, you're standing there. A small smile sits on your face, eyes bright as you look up at him.
His gaze drops to your outfit before he can stop himself. The way the dress hugs each curve as if it were made for you. The way your breasts spill just over the top of the material, thighs exposed, and the curve of your ass visible to the naked eye.
He's never seen you like this, and he's not sure if he should be anxious or horny.
"You going out?" he asks, hands clasped in front of him, as he leans against the door. His mind races as he waits for your answer, hoping, praying that maybe you were just overdressed for a night out with friends. He tries to hide the way his smile falters, fists tightening at the thought.
"Yeah, just some guy from work I met the other day. Which brings me to why I'm here, actually," you start, eyes inspecting his face. "I'm missing this … thing from my closet, and I just wanted to know if maybe it got mixed up with your stuff a few weeks ago."
He blinks. Green eyes squinting before he speaks.
"Oh? Well, you'll need to be a bit more specific…" he starts, scratching at the back of his neck. What you do miss is the way his heart pounds in his ears, his stomach twisting as he awaits your answer.
You hesitate before you respond.
"Well, it's a little embarrassing, but I'm missing a pair of… unmentionables."
"Unmentionables?"
"Mhm," you hum.
"You mean, like underwear?
"Something like that," you start, the embarrassment of your request suddenly hitting you like a freight train.
"Uh-huh… Well, what's it look like? Describe it to me," he hums, smiling at the way your thighs clench at the thought of the fabric. You roll your eyes at his question, annoyed at how he seems amused by your embarrassment. The question hangs between you two in a beat of silence.
"Well, it's black," you start, the door frame around his stature suddenly becoming much more interesting. "It has white lettering on the waist-"
Odd.
Barely visible from the angle that you're standing at, but clear enough to recognize the initials on the waistband. Your initials.
In Izuku Midoriya's pocket.
There was no way.
"You know what, it's really not important," you laugh, pushing the thought down to the deepest pits of your mind. To think your neighbour had stolen a pair of your underwear was ridiculous. A pro hero at that.
He's confused at your withdrawal but doesn't think much of it.
"If you say so. I'll look around my place and see if I can find it. You still need me to grab those clothes from the dryer?" he questions, closing the door behind him and stepping out into the hallway.
The realization of just how alone the two of you are settles, the faint hum of the elevator down the hall being your only companion.
Right.
You'd forgotten that you asked him to bring your clothes up, already predicting you'd be running late for your date tonight.
Your gaze flickers back down to the pocket of his sweats before you can stop yourself.
Black lace. White Stitching.
Your initials.
Your stomach flips.
Izuku Midoriya was many things: awkward, polite, almost painfully sweet. He was not the kind of man who stole a woman's underwear
..Right?
And if he did, what could he be doing with it? The thought lingers longer than it should, images of possible scenarios flooding your mind. The idea of him having the material wrapped around his fingers, intricate black lace between each digit. His hand wrapped tightly around his cock. If it were your underwear, does that mean he'd be moaning your name?
You can't deny that he's popped into your head a few times at night, when you're so close to release and need just a little something to push you over the edge. And it does, he does without fail.
Heat creeps up your neck, quickly shoving the thought away with a shake of your head. You clearly needed to get laid if you were jumping to that.
"Yeah, if you don't mind. Hopefully, this will be the last time, but I promise, dinner. I'll make it up to you." You smile, eyes coming up to stare at his green ones. The small freckles on his more visible now than ever before.
He nods, a curt smile on his face as he wishes you a 'Good night' before shutting the door. A hand comes over his face as he tries to suppress the heat in his body.
What the hell was he doing?
He looks down at his pocket, where the faint outline of lace presses against the fabric. Embroidered letters barely visible.
He told himself it would be a one-time thing. He promised that he'd come clean about it, tell you that it had just gotten mixed up with his clothes from the first time.
His chest tightens. You were going on a date.
The idea of you sitting across the table from some jerk, laughing at his jokes, getting to see you in an outfit he so greedily wants all for himself. It makes his jaw clench.
He doesn't know you the way he does. The way your eyes shift when you're embarrassed, how your thighs clench when, or how you wear darker coloured lingerie, cause that's when you feel you look your best. And he definitely didn't deserve to see you in that dress.
But he's not sure he really deserves to either.
He shouldn't be thinking about you like this.
..So why couldn't he stop?
The guilt of his actions is all he can think about. As he tries to ignore the raging hard-on between his legs. He figures a distraction is the best option; maybe Mrs. Tadashi needs more help in the laundry room.
As he makes the trip downstairs, filling the basket with your clothes, his imagination runs wild. There are 4 pairs in this load, excluding the ones that should barely count for fabric. So many colours, and so many designs.
One last time won't kill him, right?
Wrong.
The thought of you in that dress has made him impossibly hard, so much so that his hand alone won’t get the job done. What starts with one wrapped around his fist quickly turns to two, the third clenched between his teeth. He watches as they move skillfully along his length, hands working to feel every inch. His head thrown back in pure ecstasy, hips bucking into the tightness of his palm as he teeters on the edge of release.
He's so, so close.
His hands move faster, eyes shut tighter after each pump. Images of you wearing each pair racing through his mind, a wet spot forming where your pussy and his fluids meet. He bites hard when he cums, white spots coating the material held tight in his hands. Tears swelling in his eyes at the feeling of his release and small moans of your name muffled behind the fabric in his mouth.
His chest heaves, and his grip around himself loosens. The fresh pile of laundry is sitting tauntingly in the corner of the room. The underwear in his mouth falls out of his mouth, the lace material sopping wet as it collides with his chest. His cock sits against his stomach, angry, red. Enough so that it hurts for him to move.
His chest heaves as the last tremor leaves his body, the room around him slowly coming into focus.
If he does want anything to come from this, he definitely needs to say something.
This had to be the last time.
…
By the time you step off the elevator and walk down the hallway toward your apartment, heels clacking against the tile, you want nothing more than to get out of this dress and forget the night ever happened.
That date couldn't have gone worse.
Neito Monoma had to have been the most self-centred person you'd ever met in your life.
The topic of conversation never got the chance to stray too far from him; he would never allow it. And in the brief moments when it did, your mind wandered somewhere far less appropriate.
Green hair. Freckles.
And the very clear outline of your black lace panties in Izuku Midoriya's pocket.
You know the idea of your neighbour stealing your underwear should be disturbing. But you just can't see it that way.
And that makes this whole thing feel so much worse.
You don't have much time to dwell on it before a knock sounds at your door, the man of the hour now standing in front of you, laundry basket in hand.
"I heard you come back," he says quickly. "I thought I should return these".
If this were true, and Izuku Midoriya was in fact stealing your underwear, maybe it wouldn't be the worst thing in the world to find out why.
I mean, you did owe him dinner.
"Thanks, I appreciate it," you start. "Did you want to come inside?"
"Huh?"
"Did you want to come in? I do still owe you that dinner," you smile, grabbing the basket, pulling him into your complex.
As he walks through the threshold, you notice just how out of place he looks in your cozy apartment. The way he stands awkwardly at the door before you offer him a seat, eyes wandering, taking in the decorations around the complex. His eyes also can't help but land on you. Still in that dress from earlier, the way it rises slightly when you reach for ingredients on the top shelf.
That familiar feeling rushing through his body once again.
"You know," you say, opening another cabinet, "I've been thinking about that thing I lost earlier."
He freezes in the chair.
"The thing?"
"Mhm, my 'unmentionables'," you giggle. Laughing at the name while placing a pot on the stove. "Did you ever find them?"
Green eyes snap to yours, intense, calculating. "Oh, right. The green pair you lost, right? With the flowers on it?"
You pause, brows raised and a smirk on your face.
"I didn't mention anything about them being green."
He doesn't answer right away.
His eyes flicker to the pot long forgotten on the counter, then to you. His jaw tightens as he runs through a dozen different excuses he could give you.
"…right," he says quietly, a faint blush on his cheeks as you laugh at him.
"Maybe you need to get your story straight, Midoriya."
The words come out light, almost teasing. But he knows what you mean. The look on his face changing instantly.
For a second, neither of you moves, before he changes that in an instant.
You're surprised when his hands grab at your neck, thumb tracing along the length of your windpipe. His hold is gentle, but tight. Like he's afraid that if he lets go, you might not be there. Like, this might not be real. You moan into his mouth as he squeezes, the movement forcing your mouth to open. He wastes no time slipping in his tongue, the muscle colliding with yours without hesitation.
"Fuck you're perfect," he groans, hands wandering the valleys of your body. You slip your hand under his shirt, his abs tensing at the feeling of your cold fingers. Your hands fidget with the waistband, slipping into his pants and grazing over his cock.
Reluctantly, your lips part. Hands fidgeting with the zipper of your dress.
"Help me take it off' you ask, turning around and placing your hands on the counter. Thighs shifting against each other as you get more antsy by the second.
His hands trail up your sides, fingers tracking along the teeth of the zipper before they disappear.
"'M not sure I want to. Do you mind keeping it on?" he questions, hands rubbing along your thighs.
You pause before looking back at him. He's on his knees between your legs, his eyes glancing at the spot between your legs.
"N-not that I don't want to see your body, you're gorgeous, just that, you look so good in it."
You smile at his answer, eyes rolling back when you feel him lifting it over the curve of your ass.
You notice the way he pauses, eyes trained on the pair of panties hugging your curves.
"Izuku? Is everything okay?" you question, the position of your body suddenly seeming a bit too vulgar for the moment.
"Yeah just that, I've seen this pair before," he starts, thumb moving along your slit. The small patch of wetness growing with each stroke. "Couldn't help but picture you in it. Almost lost my mind just thinking about it."
You don't get a chance to respond to him, the feeling of him pulling the fabric down to your ankles being the only thought in your mind. You whine when you feel him nearing your heat. Hips writhing in anticipation.
"Please. Please, I need more," you moan, hands pushing your body back further in search of his tongue. He smiles at your desperation, gracing you with a small lick along your folds.
Your hands fly to his hair, breath hitching as he flicks his tongue. Each one reaching deeper than the last. Izuku Midoriya was acting like a starved man, hands holding you still as his tongue does all the work. Each time his mouth separates from your body, thin lines of your substances still connect you both.
Your thighs shake when you feel his finger press against your entrance, pushing it in until it reaches his knuckle.
"Is this okay?" he asks, standing up from the spot between your legs. His upper body pressed comfortably against your back, and his finger continuing its assault. You moan when you feel his cock against your ass, slowly grinding against your cheeks.
"Fuck. A-another one. Please. Izuku, hurry up," you whine, head turning to look at him. His lips find yours in a heated kiss. Not nearly as gentle as it was before. He smiles against your lips as he pushes another finger inside you, your slick allowing him to move effortlessly. He watches as your teeth dig into your lip, hole clenching as you near your release.
"Didn't like seeing you so dressed up for some other guy, baby. Made me feel so lonely," he says, fingers picking up in speed. You'd honestly forgotten about that guy, the only person on your mind that whole time being Izuku. The one who was fucking you so good right now.
"'M really s-sorry. Promise he was a j-jerk. 'M never gonna talk to him again. Only want you," you choke out, pussy clenching tighter around his digits.
"You gonna cum?" he asks, fingers thrusting harder, faster. He smiles when you nod your head, coaxing you through every moment. His hand holds you steady when your legs twitch, his guidance being the only thing keeping you from smashing your head onto the counter.
He lets you catch your breath before he moves again, kneeling between your legs to lap at your juices. Not a single drop going to waste.
Your legs are bound by the material around your ankles, wetness collected at the base. It was even better than he could've imagined.
His tongue trails along your neck, open and wet kisses moving up to your ear as he frees himself from the confines of his pants.
He was bigger than you'd imagined. His cock grazes his stomach, small beads of precum sitting on his tip. A faint blush grows on his cheeks when he notices you're staring.
"'M gonna put it in now," he says, lining himself up with your entrance. "Tell me if it hurts, okay?"
When you nod your head, he pushes in slowly. His tip disappears, and then the midline of his cock. He doesn't get to continue at this pace, though; the feeling of your hips pressing back against him forcing him to bottom out.
Your eyes shut at the sensation, a faint burning feeling mixed with absolute pleasure.
"So needy for me, hm?" he asks, slowly picking up the pace with his thrusts. He watches the way your ass collides against his hips, the base of his cock disappearing each time. You're clearly not in the right headspace to give him a verbal answer, mouth agape, cheeks pressed against the cold marble. Small puddles of drool collecting on your face. The only thing you can do is nod your head, before you're moaning again. Your hole squeezing around him after each thrust.
Your arms flail, searching for anything to keep you grounded as his thrusts get harder, deeper. Izuku, ever the gentleman, takes hold of them. Both of them held in one of his hands, crossed tightly behind your back. His body leans over yours, dark green hair tickling your ear. When he's this close, you can hear everything: the small moans when you tighten around him, the way he tuts as he watches the tears flow down your cheeks.
"Do you know what I was thinking about when I had your panties around my cock?"
You groan, arms resisting against him as you try to cover your face. He was so close, lips just a whisper away from yours, his thrusts unrelenting against your hips.
"Ah, fuck."
"Yeah? You wanna know what I was thinking about? Need you to answer me, princess."
You turn your head to face him, tears glossing over your eyes as you look into his.
"Was thinking about how - fuck, how perfect you'd look on my cock. And what you'd look like walking around with my cum between your legs."
Your eyes squeeze shut, the overstimulation of it all pushing you to your climax. You can tell by the small stutter in his hips that he's close to, his dick hitting depths just short of reach before.
"Please, baby. C-can I cum inside? Need to. Need you so bad."
Your small moan of approval is lost in the sound of his groans. His head thrown back as he thrusts deep into you, fearful of the idea of a single drop going to waste.
Your legs are shaky, the feeling of his body against your back being your only solace. Warmth flows throughout your body, small drops of cum dripping onto the material beneath you. The once dark coloured fabric is now painted with spots of white.
Hesitantly, he looks at where your bodies connect, the sight making his eyes shut, reluctantly pulling out of you before he starts something he's not sure will ever end. He takes to his knees again, face aligned with your heat. He watches as his fluids seep out of you in globs.
His hands reach for the panties by your ankles, dragging them up until they cover your ass.
You whine at the feeling, the cold substance mixing with the heat of your pussy.
It was just too good.
He presses a small peck to the damp part of the clothing, pulling your dress down to cover it. He laughs when you don't move, body seemingly frozen against the countertop.
"Hey. Still with me? " he asks gently, arms moving to pull you up. He's startled when your legs almost give out, body fully resting in his arms.
After opening a few doors, he finds your room, your body resting comfortably in his hold. He places you down gently before flopping on the bed next to you, an arm draped lazily across your chest.
For a moment, neither of you speak. A comfortable silence taking over the apartment.
Your fingers toy with the waistband of his shirt before you glance at him.
"…So," you say quietly, "how long have you been stealing my underwear?"
His eyes shut for a moment as he lets out a small breath, like he's been anticipating this question all day.
"So you knew?"
"I had my suspicions. But when I saw my favourite pair in your pocket, it kind of sealed the deal." You laugh, turning your body to face his. Your eyes squinting in discomfort as you remember the substance between your legs. "'M gonna need those back by the way, they weren't cheap."
"Yeah … I'm not sure you can wear those anymore," he smiles, a nervous chuckle leaving his lips.
You blink at him slowly, trying to suppress the laugh bubbling inside you.
"Oh, Izuku … you're lucky you're cute."
a/n: yayy pervy izuku is here. i'm thinking if this does well i'll make one for bakugou cause i've already got some thoughts! Also this is not proofread yet, I'm so tired. Likes, comments and reblogs are greatly appreciated, mwah! 💋
ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤᴊᴜꜱᴛ ᴏᴜʀ ʟɪᴛᴛʟᴇ ꜱᴇᴄʀᴇᴛ ── ❀ part one. university au!
♡ ɴᴇʀᴅꜱᴜᴋɪ is so mean. he makes you cry, spits out venomous insults when you try to get too close, but you're so in love with him that it doesn't even matter.
⋆ tw / cw (18+) note that if tags don't show up it will show up in the next part! ; dumbification, slight angst, hurt/comfort (??), smut, praise & degradation kink, slight angst, missionary, katsuki fucks reader in his lap, blowjob, cum-eating, pussy eating, size-kink (unedited).
ac; lapin (hegi)
♡ ɴᴇʀᴅꜱᴜᴋɪ was horrible to you. you knew that the day you made the grave mistake of loving him, confessing to him.
high school, late afternoon with golden rays spilling through tinted windows. your heart in your throat as you stumbled and blabbered through your well-prepared confession you'd rehearsed a hundred times in your tiny bedroom. you didn't even finish before he laughed.
a sharp, incredulous chuckle that echoed off the walls and rank through your ears.
"you serious?" katsuki scoffed, lips curled handsomely in disbelief. "that's pathetic."
you stood there, frozen, as he cocked his head and stared you up and down like he was reassessing something he'd already thrown away.
"get a grip," he added flatly, briefly scanning his phone for whatever was on his schedule. "you really thought you had a chance?"
when katsuki disappeared from your sight, you couldn't control the molten tears pouring down your face.
from that moment on, you were no longer invisible in the eyes of katsuki bakugo.
♡ ɴᴇʀᴅꜱᴜᴋɪ who was insufferable. you should have never confessed to him.
he was smarter than you. smarter than anyone for that matter. he was involved in many extracurriculars. he was good at drums, and you knew that he done boxing outside of school.
and you to him? wouldn’t have made any sense, and that feeling became apparent even more with time.
he singled you out in class when you tried impressing katsuki.
"the answer's 147.19!" you called out eagerly, heart thumping wildly against your ribs.
a scoff was heard from the front corner of the room.
"wrong, dork." he shot you an amused look, as if you'd actually believe you'd done something right. "it's 150."
♡ ɴᴇʀᴅꜱᴜᴋɪ didn't need to utilize brute force to crack your heart. on the day university applications were sent out, katsuki caught sight of yours.
"yuuei university?" he repeated, brows lifting softly. "mechanical engineering?" then, he laughed. it was breathless, disbelieved, as if you'd just told him the joke of your life.
you stood beside him, fingers curling into the fabric on your sleeve, smile gentle on your face as he slung a bag over his shoulder.
"did you just pick the hardest major you could find to sound impressive?" he asked lazily, eyes racking over yours. "or are you actually that delusional?"
you went home crying that afternoon, snot dribbling down your nose as you stared at the low-scores on your practice exam. he was right.
♡ ɴᴇʀᴅꜱᴜᴋɪ had a way of making doubt blossom where confidence once lived comfortably in your gentle, fragile heart.
even after you were accepted — after the acceptance email sat glowing on your screen like genuine proof he was wrong, that you'd fought through finals for this spot — it wasn't enough.
on orientation day, he'd spotted you sticking out like a thumb in the crowd, all pretty in the softest, ironed skirt you could find, paired with the glossiest shoes you could muster.
"tch," he muttered, eyes flickering back to the front, already surrounded by a group. "guess they're letting anyone in these days."
you told yourself it wouldn't matter — that high school was over. that maybe your relationship with him could blossom from what had already been wilted. a clean slate.
♡ ɴᴇʀᴅꜱᴜᴋɪ made sure university was worse.
he had the same sharp eyes, silver rimmed frames hanging handsomely on the slope of his nose bridge. same posture of ownership, like he belonged in every room he entered.
he laughed when you asked questions with solutions that already seemed to register to those around you. took over group discussions without acknowledging your presence. corrected you publicly, voice sharp and precise.
"don't touch that. do you even know how to use it?"
"no, that's not how it works."
"did you even pass high school physics?"
every insult landed heavier because you knew why, because he remembered your confession just as clearly as you did; with the only existing mystery being why he took it so personally?
♡ ɴᴇʀᴅꜱᴜᴋɪ nearly exploded, brows furrowing, lips curled into a menacing scowl when both of your names appeared side by side on the same group project list.
"you've gotta be kidding me," he snapped to himself, before turning to the tutor, eyes narrowed. "i'm not—"
denied.
for his excellent mid-semester results, his prevailing intelligence spreading like wild-fire across the cohort, the one known for increasing the threshold of the bell-curve, the one who always knew what he was doing. he had no authority.
by the end of the week, he was sitting across from you in the study room, laptop open begrudgingly, eyes lidded in disbelief as he skimmed your calculations.
"...wow," he said quietly. "you're still this bad?"
you swallowed, shaking your head with a soft curl to your lips, cheeks flushing. "no— well, this stuff's just new and hard... i'll get used to it."
he leaned back, legs spreading in those black-washed baggy jeans, lips curling into that familiar grin of annoyance.
"better not fuck up my grade, yeah?"
♡ ɴᴇʀᴅꜱᴜᴋɪ who absolutely loathed dusty afternoons spent at his cafe – the one he ran to when libraries felt too loud, the one he resided in when quiet rooms retched of sweaty underarms on sizzling hot days.
he fucking hated it, seeing you across from him in that leather cushioned chair, legs crossed politely as you stared at him with those gentle, understanding eyes. he hated how you raised your head everytime he spoke, or when your eyes would shrink into kind crescents when he had an idea that was so ordinary to him, but to you, sounded like the most intriguing thing ever.
“...that’s a really good idea, katsuki,” you beamed, fingers moving rapidly across your keyboard to note the idea down. “i can do that for you– yeah! that’s looking great.”
“bakugo,” he corrected coldly, eyes locked in on the way your face flushed cherry plum red.
with a scowl, he had no other choice but to cooperate. atleast you weren’t slacking off. god, that might’ve been the bare minimum of the task, but there was nothing else he could do.
♡ ɴᴇʀᴅꜱᴜᴋɪ really hated that the cafe became routine.
he hated that it started feeling inevitable – the sun slipping low and staining the windows with warm amber while the air inside stayed cool and dim. he hated that the barista stopped asking for his name – because he never used to order drinks – and he hated it even more that they already knew yours.
he sat across from you for the nth time that week, wondering why such a group project required this much contact time. his shoulders were tense with irritation, fingers wrapped tight around a paper cup he’d already forgotten to drink from.
and the way you leaned slightly forward in that leather chair, posture performatively neat and attentive. it made his skin itch.
because you always listened, brows lifted in consideration of every syllable that dripped from his tongue.
and the way you nodded before he even finished, fingers already moving, typing things out with a quiet diligence. it pissed him off.
did you think that just because you followed him like a puppy, obeyed every single call he made, listened to every idea he had, that it’d be enough?
“you don’t have to write everything down,” he muttered once, gruff, irritation slipping into his tone. “i’m not gonna forget what i just said.”
you looked up at him then, blinking once with wide eyes, a little smile tugging at your lips once more. “i know. it just helps me think, too.”
he clicked his tongue, gaze flickering away. there were only thirty minutes left and he’d be free.
♡ ɴᴇʀᴅꜱᴜᴋɪ noticed when you started getting too comfortable.
you didn’t feel the need to look at him for validation anymore before adding your share of ideas to the shared document. you didn’t hesitate before suggesting alternatives, and sometimes you’d speak first – softly, still, but with a steadiness as if you’ve finally made your mark into his life.
“what if we approach it from this perspective instead?” you suggest one afternoon, voice a little wavery, but bright.
he glanced over your logic, the calculations, your assumptions. it actually made sense.
“hm,” he grunted after a moment, genuinely considering your perspective before leaning back. “fine. do it your way.”
and that pathetic, stupid smile of triumph?
something ugly spread thick across his chest, invasive.
♡ ɴᴇʀᴅꜱᴜᴋɪ absolutely couldn’t stand that you still treated him the same.
still with that soft greeting, still following him like a lost puppy to shared destinations. still glanced at him with hopeful eyes when something amused you, like his reaction was validation to whatever soft and mushy feeling you keep safe in your chest.
one evening, as the cafe began to filter out, he caught you staring at him without realizing it – eyes warm, thoughtful, full with admiration.
“what?” he groaned out, elbows perched defensively across his chest.
you startled, cheeks blossoming, you shook your head quickly. “oh– nothing, sorry.”
katsuki hated how he could practically feel your affection oozing into him, untarnished and full of life.
♡ ɴᴇʀᴅꜱᴜᴋɪ went home angry that night. angry at the way your competence crept up on him. fuming at the way your kindness hadn’t soured, but instead sweetened into something contagious. he hated that you’d actually grown into someone worthy of his time and effort without shedding the parts of yourself he’d once mocked.
he was angry because it was actually fucking getting to him. you in his routine.
everything cruel he’d said to you was no longer about superiority, and it was now becoming something laced with fear and inner insecurity.
once he found himself at his desk, papers laid clean in front of him with precision, thoughts filled with your soft smile and your polite hands, he glanced down uncomfortably, noticing the strain in his sweats. unexpected.
♡ ɴᴇʀᴅꜱᴜᴋɪ who gave in eventually to his erection, fingers wrapped tight around his cock, tip raging a warm pink as he pumped himself from tip to brim.
with his head thrown back, jaw slack, he couldn’t stop thinking about you. every time he tried thinking of something else to get off to – the image would swirl to you instead. all pretty across from him, soft lips caught between your teeth in concentration, that low cut top you wore one time, sunlight pooling on your skin.
with a reluctant vacant hand, he swirled a palm over his tip, panting softly and fogging his glasses up. he couldn’t fucking believe he was jerking off to you. getting off to you. fucking fisting his cock to you and cumming everywhere.
♡ ɴᴇʀᴅꜱᴜᴋɪ who was more snappy than usual.
this time, it was in that low, condescending, venomous tone. laced with hatred and everything on that spectrum.
it happened on a night at the cafe that felt too quiet – just the two of you, warm auburn lights of the city stretching across the glossy tabletop, your notebooks and laptops open and untouched.
you were smiling pathetically again, practically sneaking into something far from strictly educational. you were genuinely trying to talk about something other than the group project, absentmindedly tracing circles in the margin of your page, glancing at him like the world had finally softened.
he hated it so much. he hated how easy it was for you. hated how you got too comfortable that you genuinely thought he cared what you had to blabber about.
“stop staring at me,” he said suddenly, annoyed.
you paused, fingers still around your cup. “i wasn’t–”
“yeah, you were.” his voice was flat, sharp and intentionally crude. “you always do.”
your smile faltered for the first time in a while, just a little. “i’m sorry, i didn’t realize–”
katsuki, with cold movements, closed his notebook. “that’s the problem,” he grimaced. “you never realize anything.”
the words landed wrong, awfully wrong. but he didn’t care in that moment, because of how uncomfortable he was emotionally.
at his words, you straightened slowly, fingers curling into themselves. “uh… what do you mean?”
he scoffed, sinking back into his chair, arms crossing. “you follow me around. you nod along. you look at me like i’m” he stopped himself, jaw tightening, consciously selecting the most harmful combination of words. “like i’m something i’m not. like i’m just a figure in that delusional head of yours.”
your throat bobbed, face warm, eyes still present despite his words. “i just… like being around you.”
that softness, that consistent prying into his chest, his mind. that, was what pushed him over.
“that’s stupid,” he said coldly. “fucking stand up for yourself for once. you should know better by now.”
this time, you didn’t know how to respond. just plain, cold, silence.
the cafe noise faded into a deafening dull hum, and all you could do was stare at him, eyes wide, like you’d been slapped.
“...just thought things would play out different, is all,” you whispered, lips tilting to a frown.
he laughed once, bitter. “don’t flatter yourself.”
♡ ɴᴇʀᴅꜱᴜᴋɪ watched your face crumble in real time.
your eyes glossed over first, lashes fluttering as you tried – tried so hard – to keep it together. your lips parted like you wanted to say something, anything, but nothing came out.
it didn’t take long for the tears to fall.
“i didn’t mean to make you uncomfortable,” you said, voice wobbly, syllables messy. “okay– i’m sorry. i’ll try to stop, i promise.”
you were already standing, gathering your things with trembling hands, wiping at your cheeks like you were embarrassed to be seen like this – and not like the other times you were embarrassed to display your admiration and affection.
“i’m sorry,” you choked out again, indefinitely softer this time.
♡ ɴᴇʀᴅꜱᴜᴋɪ didn’t go after you.
he watched you leave – watched the door swing shut behind you, watched the space you’d occupied stay empty – and then he sat back down like nothing had happened. like he hadn’t just made you cry. again.
it was better this way, he told himself. distance was what you needed, what he needed. the feeling in his chest would die down on its own. it’d rot into something forgettable.
♡ ɴᴇʀᴅꜱᴜᴋɪ he avoided you like the plague from then on.
he left quickly before you could reconcile, opting to take different exits from buildings, sat a few seats away instead of beside you. when group work forced you into the same space, he kept things curt and professional.
no venomous insults, no malicious teasing laced with condescension.
you noticed. of course you did. you always did.
katsuki realized something scary and unsettling. nothing was going to change when it came to you, and how you felt about him.
♡ ɴᴇʀᴅꜱᴜᴋɪ hated the way you still showed up.
you still smiled at him when you spoke to him, but this time, it was careful now. practiced and methodical. you were measuring every word before letting it leave your mouth.
you lived true to your words.
you didn’t hover annoyingly around him, didn’t look at him like you used to. and things were finally settling back into natural order. katsuki never felt more relieved.
♡ ɴᴇʀᴅꜱᴜᴋɪ who caught you wiping your eyes in the engineering hallway one afternoon – quick, discreet, like you didn’t want anyone to see.
and of course, he didn’t turn around to comfort you. if he didn’t, he knew exactly what would happen.
you’d shove your face into his chest, all mushy and fragile. then, he’d have to say something. he’d have to push you away, or even worse, pull you closer. and you’d look up at him regardless with hope, trust, and that quiet, delusional belief that he cared.
♡ ɴᴇʀᴅꜱᴜᴋɪ noticed you at the cafe before you noticed him.
you were already seated when he arrived — same leather chair, same corner with that practiced straightened posture — but you looked off. your shoulders held stiff like you were bracing for something, almost too hinged. your eyes were dull around the edges, spark forced as you stared at the screen in front of you with an intensity that didn’t quite land.
your fingers flew across the keyboard, typing and deleting, typing again. you nodded to yourself every few seconds like you were convincing yourself to even stay awake.
katsuki recognized it instantly. fake concentration, performative.
“…great,” he muttered, dropping into the chair across from you. “you gonna actually look at me or keep pretending you’re busy.”
you startled slightly, then smiled, the motion not quite reaching your eyes.
“sorry,” you said, laughing softly. “yeah. i’m here.”
♡ ɴᴇʀᴅꜱᴜᴋɪ watched you struggle through the session.
you answered when spoken to, contributed when needed, but your responses lagged by just a second too long. you rubbed at your wrists absentmindedly, nails pressing into your skin.
you laughed when he made a sharp comment. laughed when he mumbled to himself about something. it was still you, all attentive, but something about it was uncanny.
“…what’s up with you.” he asked eventually, irritation threaded with his workload.
you nodded immediately. “yeah, i’m sorry. just tired, long day.”
he scoffed, but his eyes narrowed.
liar.
he didn’t see you again that night.
you packed up quickly when the work ended, mumbled something about needing to go, and disappeared before he could say anything else. the chair you left behind stayed empty long after he finished packing his own things.
something twisted unpleasantly in his gut.
♡ ɴᴇʀᴅꜱᴜᴋɪ wasn’t prepared for the next day that you came in, practically bawling your eyes.
you were late, and you were never late.
he was already seated when you stumbled into the cafe, breathless, eyes rimmed red like you’d been crying for hours. your hands shook as you clutched your bag, knuckles pale, movements uncoordinated.
“…you’re late,” he snapped automatically.
you opened your mouth, closed it, then your face crumpled, brows knitted together devastatingly.
“shit—” he started.
you were crying before you even sat down. your shoulders shook as you pressed a hand to your mouth, trying—and failing—to keep it together.
“hey,” he said sharply, standing up. “what the hell—”
you dropped into the chair like your legs had given out, tears spilling freely now, breath stuttering, words coming out in messy blabbles.
“i– i think i did something really bad,” you choked out, fingers shaking. “i really messed up.”
“what?”
your hands trembled as you wiped at your cheeks, smearing tears uselessly. “i— i got scammed.”
the words tumbled out broken, ugly, cracking on each vowel.
“the tutor,” you continued, voice cracking. “he took the money and— and he said i wasn’t improving fast enough and then he just— he ended it. and i thought i was doing okay but i’m not and—” you sucked in a sharp breath, glancing up at him beneath your clumped lashes. “i’m failing,” you whispered.
“…failing what,” he asked, dangerously calm.
you shook your head, sobbing. “the math. i tried so hard to catch up but i didn’t realize how bad it was until i checked my grades and i don’t–- know what to do.”
your hands clenched into fists in your lap.
“i didn’t want you to know,” you said softly. “i didn’t want you to think i was useless– so– so...”
something cold snapped into place behind his eyes, something green swirling in his gut.
“you got a tutor.” he said flatly.
you flinched, nodding. “yeah—”
“you let some asshole take your money,” he continued, voice low. “when you could’ve just– nevermind..”
you nodded, tears dripping onto the table. “i was scared– not of you, but of failing...”
he dragged a hand down his face, breathing slow and controlled. of course, why would you come to him? a day ago he wouldn’t have offered you help if you even asked.
but with your pretty lips jutting out, tears bubbling in those soft, sad rounded eyes. cheeks blotchy and puffy.
he wouldn’t go as far to call the feeling inside him pity, but maybe something else… adjacent.
“…how much were you scammed.”
“like around… sixty per session.”
his jaw clenched. “fucking sixty? and you’re still failing?”
you nodded again, miserable, shoulders curling inwards.
“…right,” he muttered, running a hand through his hair, completely aware of the situation he was about to put himself in.
♡ ɴᴇʀᴅꜱᴜᴋɪ took it upon himself after that.
not with an apology, god no. he didn’t ask if you wanted help — he told you, blunt, final, like it was already decided, that he’d take over. free of charge. your notes migrated back into his hands, hidden scrutiny behind his gaze as he mulled over your handwriting.
before you knew it, your schedule quietly rearranged itself around late nights and earlier mornings. he started bringing printed past papers without explanation, circling questions with a pen and shoving them toward you like it was obvious you’d need them.
he was still rough around the edges, that was to be said without a doubt.
he still snapped when you took too long. still scoffed when you made careless mistakes, annoyance simmering beneath his skin as you asked the nth stupid question of the night. but the insults dulled — caught behind clenched teeth, swallowed down with sharp exhales. he learned when to pause, when to bite down his venomous words. when to start again slower, how to navigate your mind. when to grit through explanations instead of cutting you down.
♡ ɴᴇʀᴅꜱᴜᴋɪ found himself in your room more nights than he’d planned instead of the cafe.
sitting on the edge of your bed, papers spread messily between you, his shoulder brushing yours every time he leaned in to point something out. it wasn’t intentional at all.
the room was quiet except for the scratch of pen on paper, the hum of your cheap, rip-off lamp, your soft voice reading questions aloud.
sometimes it was past midnight before he noticed. and he hadn’t known why he bothered staying.
but, somewhere in between those late nights, he noticed the way your confidence rebuilt itself. the way your questions sharpened, the way your eyes lit up when you got something right. the way your hands stopped shaking when you wrote, all bubbly and enthusiastic whenever he spoke.
in a way, it was really getting to him, but this time, it seeped. bleeded through the stubbornness in his heart. because at night once he returned back home, he found himself once more, hand wrapped firm around his cock, fisting himself to the thought of your pretty face.
♡ ɴᴇʀᴅꜱᴜᴋɪ watched you after the exam. he’d finished early and expected to leave immediately.
you burst out of the building breathless, faster than he’d expect, eyes bright, searching the crowd until you spotted him. the moment you did, you didn’t hesitate — you ran straight into him, arms around his middle, laughter spilling out as you told him how good that exam felt.
he froze for half a second, arms catching you without thinking. uncomfortably and disgustingly invasive, your joy hit him harder than any achievement ever could. he couldn’t help but push down that pride he felt knowing it was him – not the other pathetic tutor. not anyone else – who helped you.
♡ ɴᴇʀᴅꜱᴜᴋɪ didn’t plan to be in your room that afternoon.
it was supposed to be quick, final edits, finishing touches on the group project then everything would be over. nothing more, just a quick drop by to save you the hassle of getting home so late.
but the air felt different, closer. and it seemed like you noticed it too, or maybe it was you making it that way.
you lingered near him longer than necessary. your touches were ‘accidental’ until they weren’t. a soft peck to his cheek — hesitant, testing, appreciative and slow — that made his breath hitch and his patience finally snap.
“thanks for… dealing with me.”
it just happened…
♡ ɴᴇʀᴅꜱᴜᴋɪ never said when the line blurred, nor in that moment did he care. only that somewhere between tutoring sessions, late nights, and watching you believe in yourself again — he stopped pushing you away, because in that moment – with your breasts spilling through your top, eyes staring up at him like you fucking wanted him inside – he had no restraint.
it felt inevitable, like it had always been heading there, and soon enough…
♡ ɴᴇʀᴅꜱᴜᴋɪ who was so fucking easy.
he has you bouncing like a rabid bunny all over his cock, up and down, slamming your hips right down onto his pelvic bone, pants fogging up his crooked rims.
grip tight on your hips, his fingers digging into your flesh like he's claiming every inch of you as his personal fucktoy. each upward thrust met with your frantic bounces has you mewling into his mouth, ass slapping against his thighs as he took you on your bed.
he didn’t know where the degradation came from, and where it stemmed from, but the way you looked on his lap so fucking slutty and desperate like you’d finally won had him seething whimpered through parted lips.
“fucking look at you,” he sighed out, his voice mocking and pitched a little higher than he’d intended, eyes locked on the way your tits pressed against his chest. “always wanted this, huh? my cock inside of you?”
♡ ɴᴇʀᴅꜱᴜᴋɪ who embarrassingly swells inside of you, his thick shaft spreading you wide, pounding deep into your gummy walls with every slam of your hips.
it doesn’t take long for his balls to tighten.
you felt so good– too good. his vision blurred, forehead dropping to your shoulder as he let you bounce all over him. he was getting close, so fucking close.
the friction felt incredible, warmth engulfing him whole as you let out a needy whine, whispering affection into his ear.
“s–so close, suki! i can’t…!”
♡ ɴᴇʀᴅꜱᴜᴋɪ who senses your rhythm faltering, thighs aching as you struggled to maintain your bounces.
pulling back, katsuki’s eyes scanned over your expression. parted lips, teary eyes, flushed warm cheeks.
“need…need to cum!” you cried out, your bounces turning into lazy, tired grinds.
the sight pitiful, his expression softened just a fraction, hips moving deliberately to compensate. with two beefy arms, he wraps them around you, lifting you up, then slamming you down to the hilt.
“aah! f–fuck! ‘m close, i’m–”
your whining into his neck, blabbering and completely drunk on his cock. so soft in his arms, pliable and needy. with a free hand, he strokes your back almost tenderly, mind swirling with lust as he inches closer and closer to his own climax.
“i’m close to… fuck, you feel so good–”
and with that, you cum instantly, thighs shaking around his side. you twitch in his hold, a loud cry escaping your lips as you clench impossibly around him.
“holy shit, y-you’re so fucking tight– did you just?”
♡ ɴᴇʀᴅꜱᴜᴋɪ who absolutely registers you’ve got a praise kink.
should’ve been obvious by the way your eyes sparkled every time he validated your working out, or that one time he caught your thighs pressing together when he said ‘good’ to some mediocre, bare minimum, correct solution you conjured together.
he hated how much power he had over it, but at the same time…
“that’s right,” he muttered, glancing over your working, leaned over your shoulder. “you did that part clean.”
you froze, then smiled. that faint, soft glimmer in your eyes.
“...yeah?” you asked.
he frowned, seeing the way your cheeks heated up, body tense. “yeah. don’t make me repeat myself.”
♡ ɴᴇʀᴅꜱᴜᴋɪ who realizes he’s just as filthy are you are.
he doesn’t remember, or know how the line blurred, but somewhere along the way his usual degradation faded into sweeter, honeyed words.
without meaning to, his words turned into frequent physical touches. a hand on your shoulder. a hand moving up your thigh. and before he knew it, he was craving what you’ve been wanting for a long time.
nights dedicated to study turned into quiet, muffled whimpers, legs intertwined, cum spilling everywhere.
he should feel ashamed that the measly girl who had a crush on him since high school had finally gotten her way.
“you fucking like that?” katsuki groaned out, thumb pressed against your clit as he hammered into you in missionary. “like having my cock inside of you? taking care of you like this?”
“mmhmm! i–i like it so much!” you cried out, nibble hands moving to his jaw, pulling him into a kiss. “i like you so much…”
worse of all? katsuki would selfishly sink in it. indulge in it, feed into your soft affection.
“you do?” he smirked, hands moving to press your knees to your ears. “i can tell…doing so good for me, aren’t you?”
expectantly, and intentionally on katsuki’s end, he’d feel you clench around him, walls fluttering on his cock as he kissed that soft gummy spot inside of you.
“ngh mhm! just for you…”
♡ ɴᴇʀᴅꜱᴜᴋɪ realized he liked threading sweetness into your ears.
it came as habit, and something he genuinely wanted to do. he was growing fearful that he was truly basking in your presence, and that one day, he’d actually want something more.
he wasn’t too sure if he had the time or effort to invest in you fully like this.
but for some reason, fucking you senseless in his arms and keeping you well–lit under the cafe lights felt easier than chucking a label on top.
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when i discovered i could read stories about having sex with my fictional husbands
From one Gen-Z to another, let’s continue to deprogram ourselves from the idea that 30 is old and you need to have your shit together before 30.
You can go back to school after age 30!
You can fall in love after age 30!
You can find a best friend after age 30!
You can find a passion after age 30!
You can find a job you love after age 30!
You can recover from an addiction after the age 30!
You can pursue a large goal after age 30!
You can travel the world after age 30!
You can move after age 30!
You can change your appearance after age 30!
You can ask for help after age 30!
You can make discoveries about yourself after age 30!
You can come out after age 30!
You can fix your finances after age 30!
You can be attractive after age 30!
You can fix your life after age 30!
You can do anything after age 30!
Idk what so specifically about the number 30 has bewitched so many of us into believing that means your life is over, but it’s just so far from the truth!
You have so much more time after 30 to accomplish all that you want to do.
Your life isn’t over until it quite literally is over. Stop giving yourself a deadline that doesn’t exist!
the joy I get when my favorite fictional men are written starved, depraved, and longing for reader like it's the best thing in the world
Excaliburs Geode № 48
izuku is so boyfriend who lets his girlfriend do anything to him in public but then has her submissive and obedient in private in this essay i will
everyone feels so bad for him because you are certainly not the easiest partner in the world. by no means—you put izuku to work. testing his patience, the boundaries of his kindness.
just for him to touch your neck a little when you guys get home and you bend over preemptively. in anticipation.
bed chem
You have two nerdy boyfriends who just so happen to be freaks - Satoru Gojo and Choso Kamo - and they love to be buried inside you every single day. Lately, you've been so thrown into your studies for the finals that you've been ignoring them :( That just won't work, so they have to make sure they get your mind back on them, right where it belongs - and keep you so full of cum you don't forget to give them their attention!
pairings - Gojo x reader x Choso
warnings - college au, mmf threesome, dp, dual creampies, edging, overstim, lots of praise - good girl, pretty girl, smart girl, oral (m and f receiving) p in v and anal, cum swapping, Choso and Gojo kissing hehe (you taste so good they have to share you!) basically them being cute, needy lil nerd bfs.
art by @ruji on x and @/dewbiscuits (tumblr and x)
This was a commission for nerdy reader/ nerdtoru and nerdchoso hehehe <3 4k wc!
Gojo and Choso are always there to help you study.
Gojo? The sciences. Choso? The arts.
Gojo – physics. Choso – history.
Two boyfriends who just so happened to be perfect straight A students definitely didn't hurt. Yet, even with them, you tended to get just a little bit stressed out when finals came.
It is your senior year of college, so much rides on it. Where your boyfriends are from top families, you weren't, so there was a lot riding on you. Although always reassuring– you love that by the way – a part of you is so scared to fail. So you really throw yourself in it, exhausted and thriving off red bull and not much else.
Well, Choso and Satoru are needy, and you constantly ignoring them just won't do! They're here for you after all, both pouting with their arms crossed, waiting in your dorm for you to get back.
“Not one head pat,” Choso says with a sigh. Pushing up his glasses and toying with his hair, shoved up in a messy half bun. “Not one, Satoru.”
“Tch, not one chance to even eat her,” Choso frowns in agreement. “How long are we supposed to just let this happen, hmm!?”
Gojo sighs again, louder this time, running a hand through his silvery locks of hair. “We need to distract her, get her mind off it.”
Choso grins. “Yes, we do. But how? She’s such… such a…”
“Goddess?”
“Well yes, but…” Satoru looks around, chuckling then. “She’s a brat.”
“Shh!” Choso puts a hand to his mouth. “Don’t say that, she’s an angel!”
“Mmm, she doesn’t take dick like an angel,” Choso turns bright red, Satoru and him are sort of lounging in your room when you walk in.
Eyes, exhausted – dark circles behind those glasses you take off, pinching the bridge of your nose.
“Baby!”
“Angel!”
“I’m sorry you two,” you walk over and kiss Gojo softly, then brush Choso’s hair back, kissing his lips. “I’m a bad girlfriend, I have no time for a date.”
“What!?” They both are pouting all cute, and your heart hurts.
“I know,” you slip your hands across their faces. “I can suck you both off but then I have to study.”
“What now, you think we will let that happen?” Choso asks, you giggle just a bit at his narrowed eyes. “What sort of boyfriends do you take us for? Think we would ever let you not cum?”
“But I know you all haven’t cum in a few days from me.”
“You think we don’t jerk off to you!?” Satoru demands, icy blue eyes narrowing at you, his big hand gripping a thigh. “You insult us, and ignore us? For what? I can just do the work for you.”
“So can I!”
“No, no, you all can’t,” your boyfriends are not very happy.
You have to ace this final and if that means no dick for the night you can do it, right? Even as they try to tempt you, Satoru’s rubbing your shoulders, Choso is kissing on your neck. You keep feeling just the tiniest bit terrible that you have to focus so hard when tonight you all were supposed to go to the movies.
Satoru and Choso leave for a little bit and come back with food for you, they always make sure you have something to eat. Choso is feeding you fries while Satoru sips your milkshake, hands on your thighs, making you far too comfy.
“You two are the best,” you murmur, kissing Gojo's sweet lips, then Choso's cheek. “Don't think this means I'm done studying.”
“You need a break,” Choso's handing you your drink, letting you sip it as he holds it.
“In an hour maybe.”
“It's late, what sleep will you get? This one is –”
“Don't answer for me!” You stop him before he answers the physics question like he always does. “I have to do it myself!”
“You do not, you're so pretty you shouldn't have to work so hard.” You laugh softly.
“You two will have to go if you can't behave.”
They act right for a little longer, you're yawning and feel your eyes just a little heavy and lidded. Humming a bit and dozing as the words start to jumble in your text books. Satoru's kissing the back of your neck, making you moan softly, eyes fluttering shut, pleasure rushing across you.
“Mmm that feels good,” Satoru smirks behind your neck, his glasses brushing against your skin, hands slipping down your waist underneath your sweater.
“Does it sweetheart?” He gestures to Choso, who quickly drops something under your desk.
“Oh, just need to get this,” he leans down, lips brushing your inner knee, making you gasp out. “Hi pretty.”
“Are you talking to my pussy?” He just grins, spreading them wide, eyeing your panties and moaning, his cock already throbbing.
“She misses me,” you giggle a bit, leaning back against Gojo, Choso’s fingers slipping up your thighs. Satoru pulls your skirt up high, bunching it around your hips.
“You deserve some relaxation pretty girl, you did so good today.” Satoru knows his praise always ruins you, his innocent smile doesn't fool you one bit either.
He acted real innocent the first time you all fucked, he was a virgin after all, but it became clear quickly how depraved he was. Spitting in your mouth, overstimulating you to the point of pain, going round after round until you were dripping his cum all over. He was your boyfriend before Choso joined you both – and he has made Choso nearly as filthy as him, you swear.
But Choso even mid thrust and whole choking you still pulled off this innocent little air, Satoru was a little too depraved at times. When he licks Choso’s cum from your hole and spits it back in Choso's mouth? You both know he's insane.
“Relaxing, you? How?” Satoru pouts, Choso chuckles, his breath higher, earning your cunt sticking to your panties.
“Mean little girl, tsk,” Satoru tugs at your hair at the nape of your neck, making your head fall back, his glasses fogging with your breaths so hot. “I can be easy, haven't I been?”
“Never,” he smirks, you feel a wet, hot tongue lapping your panties, a tongue ring clicking on the fabric, making you gasp, looking down at your other boyfriend, buried between your thighs. “Cho!”
“Mnh, sorry angel I can't help it, you taste s’good,” Your head falls back, thighs trembling on either side of his head, moaning when he laps at the sticky mess again. “You're soaked.”
“I need to study more,” Satoru slips two big hands underneath your shirt, gripping your tits and earning your soft cry.
“Let's study still, every right answer and we'll make your pretty pussy cum,” he chuckles in your ear, that deep sound reverberating in your ears. “Energy, like your succubus energy–”
“Toru!”
“Can it be destroyed?” He toys with your nipples, plucking them between long fingers, eliciting a soft little moan. “Asked you a question, sweetheart.”
“Mnh, n-no it can't,” Choso's tongue licks right between puffy lips, pressing the thin material up into it. “Ah!”
“Good girl,” Satoru murmurs, bending over to lift your thigh, propping your foot high on the desk. “Can it be created?”
“Just um… conserved,” your lashes flutter shut, his lips kissing up your neck, Choso spits right on your clothed cunt, torturing you not moving it to the side. “Please…”
“Thought you didn't want us to fuck you yet?” Satoru is evil really, tongue flicking the shell of your ear, teeth grazing your earlobe, moans making you tremble along with Choso's mean flicks.
“I wish you wanted us too, got me leaking so much pre baby,” Choso makes you gasp at that, god when he talks like that you're always done for. “I have so much I could pump inside of you.”
“Evil men disguised as nerds,” your hips buck towards his face, hands tugging at his pigtails. “Cho please.”
“Please what?” Amethyst eyes are dilated – just a thin ring of color surrounding those pupils. Your breasts rise and fall, Satoru slips your shirt over your head, letting them spill free, slipping the collar right behind your neck so your shoulders are pressed back.
Choso almost cums just touching his cock, finally pulling your panties to the side, exposing your pretty cunt to his face. He moans softly, dying to watch your cunt stretch, seeing the strings of slick hanging and dissolving as he shoves them firmly aside, fingertips brushing against your slit.
“You want to study, remember? Need to focus, Choso don't lick her just yet.”
“Toru!”
“True, she needs to,” Choso licks your inner thigh, drinking the slick there and moaning, ignoring your needy little tugs. “What a shame, she looks like she wants to be licked.”
“You two, I swear,” You're throbbing around nothing, dying for more of those glossy lips on you. “Changed my mind.”
“Not yet, a little more studying right?” Satoru draws out his words, despite the fact that he's leaking against his boxers, pulsing spurts looking at your pretty face, your brows drawing together, teeth catching your lower lip.
“Toru… mnh…” he nips your neck, sharp teeth breaking delicate skin, humming softly, fingers trailing down the sides of your tits, leaving goosebumps all over your skin.
“Need you to answer another question, to pass that test yeah?” You would glare at your bratty boyfriend, but his teeth are sinking into your neck as Choso's are in your thigh.
You nod quickly, swallowing, Choso flicks his tongue low, where the drips are pooling on your ass, licking from that hole to your other, drinking it all up. Your cunt clenches, clit just twitching, jumping for Choso's view, he smirks up at you, lips coated in your slick, exposing your clit to the air without giving her what she wants.
“Question, j-just ask it fuck,” you're looking all needy, all pretty spread for the two of them.
“What’s the formula for gravitational potential energy?”
Your mind goes blank. Formula? You can barely remember your own name right now. You shake your head, tears of frustration and pleasure welling in your eyes, Choso’s licking all around your cunt but not where you need.
“Come on, baby. You can do it,” Satoru urges, his hand stroking your hair. “It’s simple. Mass times… what?”
Choso takes pity on you, or maybe he’s just impatient to taste you fully, smiling just a bit before he leans down and sucks your clit into his mouth, flicking it quickly with his tongue, before pulling back with his lips quirked up. You gasp in pleasure, when Satoru pinches your nipple hard.
“Mass times gravity times h-height, f-fuck…”
Satoru smiled against your neck. “Perfect, you got an A plus, baby.”
That’s how you end up in a full nelson, with Satoru fucking his thick cock into you, feet propped right up in his well muscled thighs, he’s leaned on your bed while Choso is lavishing your clit. You’re whining out when Satoru pins you down, his cock just pulsing inside, pressed all the way to that puffy cervix, bruised from just a few mean strokes.
Choso leans up from your clit, mouth full of you, Satoru eagerly drinks the juices right off Choso’s lips, moaning when he spits it in his eager mouth. You’re left trembling, eagerly kissing Choso after Satoru pulls back, his hands on the back of your thighs, lifting you high while Choso’s fingers toy your clit.
“Perfect, fuck you’re so perfect angel,” Choso murmurs. “Taking his cock so good, aren’t you?”
“Mhm!” You’re nodding eagerly, so close it hurts, watching Choso strip in front of you and unable to touch him with how Satoru’s got you pinned against his chest. “Close, close!”
“Patience sweetheart,” Satoru kisses you messy, the lingering taste of cherry chapstick mixing with your own juices, saliva just dripping from your lips, when suddenly you’re just lifted up. “Hey!”
“My turn,” Choso pulls you off Satoru’s cock, putting you on your back and spreading your thighs. Satoru stands, your head is falling off the bed, perfect position to suck him, just how they like – to watch your throat and your tummy bulge with both of them. “God, look at how pretty you are.”
You flush from his sweet words, feeling Satoru caress your hair as he stands right behind you, Choso on his knees, fingers slipping against your hips. Satoru’s lining up his cock – already covered in you – right with your lips, gently pulling your head further back, hair hanging off the side of the mattress. He’s long and thick, flushed a deep pink at the tip – weeping pearly drops.
“Open up, princess,” he commands softly, tapping the head against your lips, smearing his pre-cum on them like a gloss. “That’s it, wider.”
You obey without hesitation, parting your lips eagerly, letting him guide his cock into your mouth, the weight of him on your tongue hot and warm. You moan, feeling your walls spasming from Choso’s fingers, shoved deep for just a moment, wrapping your lips around him, sucking gently, and he whimpers in a way that just ruins you.
At the same moment, you feel Choso line himself up at your entrance. He rubs the head of his cock through your slick folds, teasing your clit over and over, you would plead for him to just put it in, but your eyes are shut, throat getting fucked by your other boyfriend. You’re arching your hips, earning both of them chuckling – they may be sweet, but they also love to edge you.
“Look at that,” Choso says, seeing your throat bulging, before pressing against your tight hole. “God you’re still so tight, how?”
“Ngh!” Satoru pulls back just a bit, leaning down to spit in your open mouth, before shoving his cock back inside, right in time with Choso.
Choso pushes inside slowly, inch by thick inch, not like Satoru when he’d bottomed out in one go, no he teases you, the stretch from his girth so fucking good. It burns in the best way, a deep, satisfying ache as he fills you more and more, ever so slowly, Satoru going even deeper in that throat, until they’re bottomed out completely.
You moan around Satoru’s cock when Choso slams into your bruised cervix, the vibrations making him hiss. “Oh my… that, just like that, taking me like that.”
They fuck into you like that, slow and steady, until they deviously smile at each other, both pulling out, you go to whine at them, but Choso’s got you on all fours instead, pinning your hands behind your back. He kisses Satoru’s cock right off your lips, precum swapping, his cock gliding back in even deeper like this.
“I wanna see your pretty face,” he murmurs, brushing your hair back. “Go ahead, suck him, pretty. Lemme see.”
“Y-yes,” you kiss him once more, he presses your ass up, cock slipping back inside your greedy hole, Satoru’s lips are parted when you look at him like that, mouth open.
“Don’t even have to tell you, god you’re perfect,” his words are soft and reverent, even as his cock slaps your tongue, tip gliding against the roof of your mouth, Choso bottoming out again.
“Mnph!” You can’t make a coherent moan, not when your glasses are slipping off your nose, which is brushing soft white pubic hair, cock stretching your throat. Choso stills once he’s fully seated, his hips pressed against your ass.
“That’s it, angel, cunt is so perfect,” you’re lost between them, when Choso starts to really move, pulling out almost all the way before slamming back in. The force of his thrusts start to push you further onto Satoru’s cock, back and forth taking them, feeling four hands all over your body.
Choso, gripping and smacking your ass, your hands clenching the soft blankets, while Satoru’s cupping your face, holding it in place to fuck faster, testing how much you can take. Satoru’s hand comes down to tangle in your hair, tugging at it so hard tears prick your eyes.
“Look at me,” he orders, voice husky – you lift your eyes, meeting his intense blue gaze, seeing his little smile, eyes getting lidded. “You’re taking us both so good. Such a good girl for us.”
“You are,” Choso shifts his angle as he talks softly, and his cock dragging against that spongy spot on your walls. Sounds of skin smacking and wet squelching start to echo in your dorm, mixed with their soft breathy moans, whispering your name.
Your back arching, you take more of Satoru’s cock, relaxing that throat even as your body clamps down on Choso’s girthy cock, earning his groan, his rhythm faltering for a moment. Both of them are gripping you, gasping out, Satoru’s already pulsing so much pre, slipping against your uvula with every thrust.
Choso spits right on the little puckered hole of your ass then, slipping a thick finger deep. You’re spasming, his balls smacking your little clit over and over until you shatter.
“Our smart girl, cummin’ for us?” Satoru whispers, pulling back and lifting your chin. “Want both of us inside you, baby?”
“Please,” you’re flipped again so easily you’re dizzy, Choso laying on his back, Satoru from behind, toying with your ass more while you ride Choso, hands on his chest, feeling his heart racing.
“Pretty, so pretty,” Choso murmurs, gripping your tits, Satoru wraps an arm around your waist, fingers plunging in. “Did you study enough?”
“Too much,” you mumble, they laugh softly, the stretch in your ass making you suck in a breath, already so full of Choso. “Toru!”
“Not yet,” he murmurs, spitting on his fingers and slipping two inside, rocking them up and down, while Choso just lets you sit on it, rocking his hips up to pummel your cervix with shallow little thrusts. “That eager, baby?”
“Mhm,” Satoru kisses you, his fingers pulling out, cock pressing and stretching her out, you’re so full you’re overwhelmed, gasping out and clamping down on them both.
“Fuck…” That’s both of them, Satoru’s easing in inch by inch, that burn so fucking good and intense your eyes roll back, Choso eyes the bulge in your tummy, hand pressing on it, moaning.
“Cho, Toru… ngh!” Sweat slicks your skin as they both fuck into you, Choso mean, deep thrusts, Satoru keeps it half in, gently moving between Choso’s spread thighs, the two of them alternating speed, having you cum all over them.
“Aw, you squirted for us,” Satoru chuckles, watching your gushing mess pool on Choso’s abdomen, he swipes it off, slipping two coated fingers between your lips, watching you suck. “Good job, pretty.”
You love your boyfriends, it’s all you can think as they work their cocks in and out of both your holes, their huge hands on your waist and hips, using you. Satoru’s toying with your clit, pinching it between two fingers and sliding his cock in deep. “Ah!”
“You can take us, can’t you?” Choso asks, turning your attention to him, cupping your face and slipping his thumb in your mouth, watching your fuck swollen folds stretch around him, groaning. “You like us using you, hmm? Like our pretty little toy?”
“Y-yes,” you’re rocking on them both, back and forth, tits jiggling, they each grab onto one, both starting to go faster. “Close, close!”
“Gonna cum again for us?” Satoru’s husky words are heard through ringing ears, losing all your last fucking braincells of coherent thought, all you can do is feel. “Answer me, be good baby.”
“Mhm, g-gonna cum – ah!” You’re shattering when they both shove fully inside, the thin little wall between their cocks and them rubbing against each other, your walls spasming. “Please lemme cum, please.”
“Of course, you were so good, took us like this? You can cum as much as you want,” Choso whispers, you’re done for, their tips hitting some spots that have you seeing white, gushing all over Choso’s cock, clamping down on Satoru’s. “Oh god…”
“F-fuck, s’tight, you’re tryna milk us,” Satoru’s breath is hot against your neck, picking you up and slamming you down on both cocks now, his hips snapping on the plush of your ass, so deep it hurts, but you can’t stop. “She wants all our cum, Choso.”
“I know, she’s such a good little toy, the prettiest,” he murmurs reverently, leaning up on his elbows, kissing your slack lips, letting Satoru move while he holds both your tits with just one hand, squishing them and eliciting another orgasm when his cock thickens. “Do you want our cum? Want us both to breed your holes?”
“Mhm, mhm,” you’re nodding in a jerky little motion, the two of them keep turning you to kiss them, until the three of you are just kissing, cumming together, Satoru’s load hot in your ass, Choso’s pulsing and warm in your cunt.
So much cum.
They’re whimpering, kissing so messy, fucking all those hot ropes of cum so deep, you’re a trembling mess when they come down, kissing all over you. Satoru your shoulders, your neck, Choso your nipples, your collarbones, your aftershocks spasming and milking them for even more.
“Laws of gravity,” Satoru murmurs, you giggle breathless, leaning your head back against his chest as his fingers stroke your cheek. “Can we defy them, smart girl?”
“What do you m-mean? I’m done studying,” you tease, Satoru pulls out then, moaning.
“Nope, it’s just fallin’ out of that little hole,” he murmurs. “What about her pussy, Choso?”
“Hmm let’s see,” he lifts you up, watching the milky cum fall in ropes down his length, swirling around and pooling in a sticky web against his black happy trail. He chuckles softly, toying with it. “Nope, it’s falling out of here too.”
“Well where do you want it to go, hmm?” You manage to ask, thighs wobbling, holes empty and sore. They flip you on your back, you gasp out, watching the two of them grinning as they lean over you, smirking and spreading your shaky legs. “Oh no, what are you up to?”
“You need to keep this cum in, sweetheart, tsk,” he shoves two fingers deep in your cunt, right in Choso’s cum, and Choso’s thumb circles your rim, slipping his thumb and pushing Satoru’s cum deep back in. “Look you’re so messy, our girl took so much for us.”
“She did, she’s so perfect for us,” Choso eases his thumb out, Satoru does the same, before he’s down there and lapping Choso’s milky seed right from your hole, Choso moans at the sight, his hand entangling in Satoru’s white locks, pressing his face even closer. Satoru moans, cock pressing against the mattress, drinking the salty and sweet mix of you both.
“I c-can’t do more,” you whine out then, but Satoru’s tongue is shoving Choso’s cum right back in, Choso’s leaning over you, kissing your lips, you cling tightly to his black locks, arching desperately.
“You can take more, pretty girl, you’re so good, isn’t she Toru?” Satoru leans up, white and gossamer coating his lips, smiling up at you.
“You’re so good, we just love your cute little cunt like this,” he leans up, swapping cum on your tongue, you eagerly kiss him back, you feel Choso licking your other hole, where Satoru’s white is dripping out, you gasp out at the sensation. “We will put so much in you, so much you’ll drip it during that test.”
“Then you’ll pay us more attention,” Choso looks up at you, as Satoru pulls back, a string of saliva between you both. “Won’t you?”
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𝐏𝐓 𝟐: 𝐌𝐄𝐒𝐒𝐘 𝐁𝐔𝐒𝐈𝐍𝐄𝐒𝐒
𝐩𝐫𝐞𝐯𝐢𝐨𝐮𝐬 ⋆˚꩜｡ 𝐬𝐞𝐫𝐢𝐞𝐬 𝐦𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭 ⋆˚꩜｡ 𝐧𝐞𝐱𝐭
── .✦ two weeks of self-torture, and bakugou miraculously crosses paths with you.
series synopsis: after one eventful night, you find yourself as dynamight's personal escort. what should have been just transactional quickly turns into something neither of you can quit.
cw: 18+ MINORS DNI!!! explicit sexual content, multi-part series, unprotected sex + creampies, oral sex (m + f receiving), facefucking, fingering, p in v sex, m!masturbation, rough sex, degradation, minor public sex, multiple orgasms/overstim, manhandling, power dynamics, he has like one beer, pretty bakugou-centric chapter
wc: 12.4k words
Bakugou shoved the door open, stepping into the tucked-away bar located downtown. The place was dim, comfortably noisy, and best of all, no one here gave two fucks to stare at a pro who looked like they'd gone through a shitstorm.
Which, according to literally everyone he worked with, wasn't far off.
Lots of pros hit this bar after hours. It was central to half the agencies in the district and was lowkey enough that nobody bothered you unless you wanted to be bothered.
Kirishima and the rest of the losers were already there, slouched in a booth with his arms draped over the back of the seats. "Dude. Finally. Thought you were gonna ghost," he called out with a grin.
"Be grateful I showed up at all," Bakugou drops into the booth.
Mina elbowed him, "You look like shit. Did you sleep at all this week? I know how much you need your beauty sleep."
"Drop it."
She did not drop it. When did she ever?
Kaminari raised a brow, sipping his drink. "He's tense, shoulda' gotten him another appointment."
Bakugou paused, his gaze slowly lifting from the scratched table to the dumb fuck sitting across him. "What?"
Sero shot Kaminari a look that very clearly meant shut up, shut up, shut up, which Kaminari gracefully ignored.
"Well," Kaminari said with a shrug, "the stress relief we ordered for ya, y'know? That."
Kirishima just blinks, and Mina's eyes narrow as she pins the puzzle pieces together. "What stress relief thing?" Kirishima asked slowly, like he didn't wanna know.
Sero sighed, shoulders slumping. "We hired someone for him..."
Bakugou dragged a hand over his face. "Why are you idiots sayin' this out loud." He needed a drink, bad.
Kirishima choked, "You WHAT?"
"How the fuck did you sign it under the agency?" Bakugou groaned, eyebrows digging into the heels of his palms. Weeks later, and this bullshit he came to forget was still coming back to bite him.
The two shared a nervous look, and Sero patted Kirishima's back. "Just.. uh, y'know... forged Kiri's name, n'stuff..."
Kirishima stilled, "Sorry, what?"
He gave Sero the biggest side-eye, ducking out of his hand with a sigh. "What did you do, man?"
Sero shrank in his seat, arms tucked to his sides. "Kami’s got that."
A scoff of protest came from the end of the booth, Kaminari sputtering at everyone's eyes on him. "Alright, alright, don't hit me! WehiredaprostituteforBakugou!"
"Speak like an adult, Denks," Mina laughed, chin in her hands, eagerly.
"...Uh, Sero got a prostitute for Bakugou..."
"Nice save, doofus." Sero rolled his eyes, pushing Kaminari off the booth.
"Bro, what?!" Kirishima groaned, hiding his face in his hands in embarrassment, while Mina just gasped, tapping the table in excitement.
Bakugou can feel Mina's eyes veering into his soul in his peripheral vision, her eyes squinting like she's trying to read his thoughts.
Fuckin' creep.
Kaminari groaned as he pulled himself off the floor, sitting back in the seat as he rubbed the back of his neck, "But you didn't actually do anything, right?" Kaminari asks. "Like... we booked her, sure, but not like-"
The table goes very, very still when Bakugou is silent.
He doesn't look up, doesn't move, doesn't breathe.
Mina's got hawk-eyes on him, studying him, watching him closely until she finally perks up. "Ohhh."
Kirishima's mouth fell open. Sero's face slowly lifted up out of his arms in shock, and Kaminari's eyes are bugged out of his soul.
Mina leaned forward into his bubble, all up in his face. "Sooo. How was she?"
"No."
"That's not an answer."
Bakugou's jaw locked. "Not tellin' you."
"So she was hot," Mina concluded.
She doesn't get a response... which is an answer in her book.
Kirishima sputtered up his drink, Sero having to pat him on the back.
"What'd she look like?"
Bakugou gave her a flat stare. "I'm. Not. Telling. You."
Mina hummed, "Pretty eyes, I bet."
He looked away before he could stop himself.
Kaminari's fist hit the table. "Bro. Bro!"
Mina's face is pure delight, and Bakugou just prayed the dim lighting is enough to hide the heat creeping up his neck. "Have you seen her again?"
Sero elbowed Kaminari in the gut to shut him up as Bakugou's silence stretched thin.
Then-
"...No."
Mina smiled, clearly enjoying this. He was like an open book, and he hadn't even gotten a drink in. "You thinking about it?"
He exhaled the breath he'd been holding in, "Drop it."
Mina let him stew for a second, chin propped up like she was watching a live TV drama unfold. Kirishima's still recovering from choking on his drink, and Kaminari and Sero are whispering to each other, freaking out like grade school shitters that just learned what sex was.
Bakugou wanted to leave, so, so bad.
He grabbed the beer the server slid over without even looking, chugged half of it down to drown out the insufferable idiots he was surrounded by.
Mina kept watching him, chewing on a straw like she was testing how far she could push before he snapped. "Just saying," she sang, "if you weren't thinking about it, you would've said something."
"I did say something."
"You said 'drop it'," she corrected him, tapping her nail against his glass. "Which is basically 'yes', but with extra denial sprinkled on top."
He flipped her off automatically, finishing the rest of his beer.
Kirishima was finally able to calm himself down. "Dude... dude. I can't believe you—like, you actually did it? With the person they hired? For you?"
Bakugou ground his teeth as he exhaled the yeasty aftertaste, "Are you deaf?"
"I mean, like-" Kirishima waved his hands helplessly, "-I didn't think you'd go through with it! You complain when we suggest going to a different ramen place!"
"Yeah, for real, man. You're high-maintenance as hell." Sero muttered.
Bakugou shot him a glare, making Sero fold his lips back instantly.
Mina leaned her elbow on the table, "Okay, but... You haven't seen her since. Why? Didn't want to? Too awkward? Too scared?"
He scoffed, looking away. "M'not fuckin' scared."
"Uh-huh."
But she doesn't get it, they don't get it.
That night, he experienced some kind of psychological whiplash, that's what.
He felt Mina's eyes on him, felt the whole damn booth waiting for him to slip up again, and his mind was going back to the one thing it'd been going to nonstop for the past few weeks:
You.
Not even the good parts, either. It wasn't like he'd let himself think about those, nah. His brain went for the shit that pissed him off the most, the shit he couldn't shake.
He'd woken up the morning after barely remembering how to breathe, and it all went downhill from there.
Monday, he overslept for a patrol, which had never happened in his life. Ever.
Tuesday, he snapped at a rookie for "breathing too loud." Shitter had it coming, though.
Wednesday was the real kicker. He'd tried to fuck the thoughts you crowded in his head through someone new. Some girl at the bar had flirted with him, pretty enough, and he was in the mood to entertain her. He'd gone home with her out of sheer spite.
Now we get to his dilemma.
The second she kissed him, his brain went static. Every touch felt wrong. Too soft, too loose, too much, and not enough at the same time.
He ended up making some bullshit excuse about an early shift. Didn't sleep, didn't even make it to the bed. Just laid on his couch, glaring at the ceiling like it would fix all his issues.
Thursday, he nearly got clipped by debris in a hostage-rescue op because he was distracted. He and Kirishima got into it, and then they both pretended it didn't happen.
Friday, he spent two hours beating the shit out of a punching bag and snapped the chain clean off. The gym staff told him to stay away from the bags "until further notice."
Worst fucking week of his life, and that's counting the days from his first year at UA.
"I'm not scared," he grumbled again, more to himself than them.
Mina snorted, slamming her empty glass down as she called over a server to order more. "You so are."
He hated the fact that she wasn't wrong.
If he were to be honest with himself, the real reason he hadn't called, hadn't looked, not even typing your name into his phone... was because he didn't know what the hell it meant that you'd been the first person he'd ever-
Yeah. No. Not going there.
He cracked his knuckles under the table as they kept chatting on, Sero talking about some date he had coming up... he wasn't sure, they were becoming busy noise in the back of his head.
His thoughts were loud enough.
That night had lodged itself in his skull so deeply, it was like a pesky gnat he couldn't get rid of.
Not just the sex, not exactly. It was the way you looked at him, touched him, the way you said his name.
You didn't treat him like a job... or maybe you did, and you were just that good at it.
I'm fucking pathetic...
"...Bakugou?"
He blinked, shaking it off as his shoulders tensed back into place. "What," he snapped, grabbing a beer off the tray he hadn't noticed arrived.
The three boys exchanged looks of confusion and worry, while Mina leaned into him more, choosing to stir the pot.
"Just admit it," she said sweetly, "You liked her."
Bakugou's grip tightened around the mug, "Quit it," he growled.
But the ache sitting in his stomach, that shitty unwelcome, persistent feeling, didn't quit. Not one bit.
He didn't say more, just drained the rest of his beer, slammed the mug down, and got up before anyone could push another word at him.
"Where the hell are you going?" He could hear Mina call out to him, but he was already at the door, and the crisp air slapped him in the face. He could finally fucking breathe.
Breathing is great and all, but he still couldn't get the annoying memories of you out of his head.
Every stupid, impossible thought of you bounced in his skull like a dodgeball, but nothing would appease it.
When he got home, he dropped his keys on the counter and tossed his jacket onto the chair. Didn't even bother to take off his boots, just sat down on the couch like a zombie, staring at the ceiling for comfort.
It brought nothing, of fucking course it would.
It was like there was a projector playing on the ceiling, but it was just your face. Those lips, hands, those faded eyes you'd given him when you kissed him.
Fuck.
He pulled out his phone, opening a blank text... closed it... opened it.
He did that again a few times before throwing his phone across the couch.
The fuck am I doing?
Bakugou dragged both hands down his face, pressing the heels of his palms into his eyes until he saw sparks.
This was fucking stupid.
He wasn't some horny teenager who couldn't control himself. He was twenty-five, grown as fuck, pro hero, and he did not pine over some prostitute his friends stuck on him like a goddamn joke.
'Was easy to say that if not for the stiff log in his pants.
He shifted, thighs tensing as the seam of his jeans suddenly got way too tight. A groan rumbled in his chest, trying to convince himself he could ignore it.
"Goddamn it."
He yanked off his belt with one violent tug, the clink of the buckle loud in the barren silence of his apartment. He shoved his pants and briefs down just far enough to free himself, his dick springing out heavy and flushed, already leaking at the tip.
Pwah!
He spat into his palm and wrapped his fingers around the base, squeezing hard enough to make himself hiss.
Tight, languid strokes made the unsuffocated skin of his cock puff out over his tight grip, choking the length slowly with every drag.
He shut his eyes, and there you were. On your knees with your glossy, puffy lips stretched around him. You were looking up at him through your lashes while he fisted your hair. You'd taken him so deep he'd sworn he was blind with the stars he was seeing just from that.
Bakugou groaned, hips jerking up into his fist. But it wasn't enough, it hasn't been enough for the past week.
His gaze dropped to the couch... the narrow gap between the cushions where the seams met. It was stupid. Exactly the kind of desperate shit he'd never admit to out loud.
Didn't stop him.
He shoved one of the cushions aside like he would to one of your pussy lips to see that slutty hole in all its glory, wedging his cock into the tight, narrow crack.
The fabric scraped against the sensitive head of his cock, his hips jerking forward on pure instinct. "Fuck-" he hissed, sucking in a breath.
He thrust hard, the cushions swallowing him in one resistant slide, the plush giving way just enough to grip him like a vice.
It wasn't you, fuck, it wasn't even close. But his slightly inebriated, desperate brain filled in every missing detail.
The wet heat of your cunt, the way you'd clenched around him when he would spout your name, those broken moans you let out when he bottomed out balls deep just grinding into you.
Each snap of his hips shoved the cushions apart and dragged them back together, rough fabric raking over his shaft, catching on the ridge of his cockhead with every push and prod of his hips. His balls slapped against the upholstery, just the shuffling sound of the cushions rubbing together and the couch squeaking against the hardwood echoing throughout the apartment.
He could almost feel your nails raking down his back again, hear the way you'd panted, "Katsuki, please!" right before you came all over his cock.
His rhythm turned vicious as sweat formed in the crevices of his skin. "Fuck-! Take it, jus' like that-"
His fucked out brain didn't give two shits that he was dirty-talking a piece of furniture, nah, not when this was the closest thing he's felt to your pussy in weeks.
The pressure coiled low in his gut, balls tightening up with his seed as he shoved in deep one last time, cumming with a raw, strangled moan. Thick pulses spilled into the crack, soaking into the fabric.
Bakugou stayed hunched over it, cock still twitching in aftershocks, making his whole body shiver.
When he finally pulled out, the cushions were wrecked and sticky, the spot he'd been fucking into leaving an imprint of his thrusts.
He leaned back against the couch, chest heaving. The room was quieter when he first came in, and he picked his phone up again.
A couple of messages from his friends, but he swiped past those, his finger hovering over your name that he'd plainly written into his contacts.
The empty chat taunted him, his fingers hovering over his keyboard, but he just sighed and kicked his head back off the edge of the sofa with a sharp exhale through his nose.
His throat felt tight.
"Fuck are you even doing?" He muttered to himself. Post-nut clarity hit him hard as everything came crashing back down to Earth.
By the time he willed himself to go to his bedroom, stripped out of his clothes, and climbed into bed, sleep felt impossible. His mind played back every second on loop, images of you flashing through his head every time he closed his eyes.
Your lips brushing his head... thighs shaking around his hips... your sinful voice that was the sole reason he even ended up like this.
He rolled onto his stomach, burying his face in his pillow with a frustrated groan.
Sleep didn't come to him easily, and even when it did, it wasn't restful.
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His morning was just as shitty.
Bakugou showed up to patrol, looking just the way Mina described him the night before. Dark circles, stiff muscles, bitchy attitude.
Sleep didn't do him any favors, though he guessed it was because he barely got any. You haunted him throughout the night, just like the succubus he was starting to think you were.
And now here he was, planted on the edge of an office building as he angrily chomped into his sandwich.
His sidekick, Therma, sat beside him, characteristically quiet. She adjusted her gloves in that neat, robotic precision she always had.
"You look tired," she said blankly. It wasn't to taunt him, it wasn't for concern, it was just fact.
Kiyoka Miura never pried, which he appreciated. The two had a system, an unspoken way of communication. They worked seamlessly together, nothing more, nothing less.
Bakugou pinched the bridge of his nose. "Didn't ask for a status report, Miura."
"Wasn't giving one," she muttered, but didn't push further. If it were Mina, she would've badgered him the entire shift. She simply just resumed to scanning the streets like nothing happened.
Bakugou crossed his arms, tapping his fingers against his bicep, agitation rolling tight in his shoulders. Even now, while he should be laser-focused, his mind wandered back to last night.
He clenched his jaw and snagged the last bit of his flattened sandwich into his mouth.
But something in the distance caught his eye that made him go frigid instantly.
His eyes darted to the figure, there wasn't any fucking way he was seeing this right.
Down on the sidewalk, there you were, walking along the row of storefronts. You hadn't seen him, no, not when your head was ducked into your phone like that.
His stomach dropped as he blinked a few times, and you were still there every time.
Kiyoka followed his line of sight. "Something wrong-?"
"Don't follow me."
He said it fast, too fast. She was taken aback, setting her food down onto her lap. "Dynamight, we're in the middle of a-"
"One sec," he snapped, already standing up to drop down. "Stay here."
Kiyoka watched him, weirded out by his behavior, but ultimately listened as he vaulted over the ledge, dropping down the fire escape ladder.
He felt ridiculous, but he didn't give a shit.
All he knew was that his feet were moving fast as his boots slammed against the metal as he descended to street level. By the time he hit the pavement, his pulse was hammering in his ears.
You still hadn't seen him.
Good... or bad, maybe bad.
Everything was all fucked up, he wasn't thinking straight, maybe not at all.
He slowed his pace, blending into the foot traffic, watching you from a distance like a lunatic.
Bakugou managed to get closer as he blended in, well—blended in as much as he could decked out in his hero suit. He didn't even have a plan. Was he gonna talk to you? Pretend it was an accident? Turn back and forget this even happened?
He was now a few paces away from you.
The air felt too thin, the pulse in his chest felt too loud, he was so close he could make out the little wrinkle between your brows as you stared at your phone.
Then, it was like a fucking grenade exploded.
"Dynamight!!"
Bakugou flinched hard, head jerking to the source: some teenager across the street holding a notebook and waving it like he was drowning.
It was then that you'd finally lifted your head.
Your eyes turned toward the fan first... then slid past them, right onto him.
You froze. He froze.
For a second, the air felt dry, and the rustle of the city felt quiet. Your expression flickered through an emotion he couldn't make out.
His throat was tight, hand curled into fists hidden through his grenade launchers. Every unwanted thought he had of you, the past few weeks suddenly went blank, and he didn't know what to do, what to say. He just looked like an idiot.
Then, the kid yelled again. "Dynamight! Can I get an autograph?"
Bakugou didn't even look at him.
He was still staring at you, caught red-handed, as he stared at you like a deer caught in headlights.
Your lips parted like you were about to say something. He beat you to it, though. Barely.
"...Hey."
Fucking loser.
You blinked at him, expression unreadable. You seemed so much calmer than he was, so much more lax than the way his veins were buzzing.
"...Hi," you finally said after what seemed like an eternity.
Of course you'd sound fucking normal, what did he expect? You to start getting on your knees and crying like one of his parasocial fans?
Bakugou's jaw clicked as he cleared his throat, trying (failing) to look like he hadn't sprinted down sixteen metal steps and pushed through a crowd to get to you.
The kid yelled again. "Dynamight!! Please?! Just one autograph!"
His scowl snapped to him, "Gimme a damn minute!"
When he looked back at you, you were already turning your head, lips tugging into the faintest amused smile. "Didn't expect to see you here," you murmured, tucking your phone into your pocket. "On patrol?"
"Yeah."
You hummed, and he hated how much he liked the sound of it. He felt like a horny teenager who couldn't control his hormones.
It wasn't far off, with the way he fucked his sofa last night.
"And... you just stalk every citizen like this?"
His mouth opened... closed, opened...
Don't say something stupid, don't say something stupid.
"...Saw you."
Fuck.
Your brows rose, and your lips curled up. "Clearly."
You shifted your weight, glancing at him. "So... what's up? I'm not soliciting, by the way, Dynamight, sir."
He choked on nothing but air, eyes wide as he stared at you crazy. "The hell? Didn't say you were."
You raised an eyebrow. "So why were you looking at me like that, then?"
"I wasn't looking at shit!" He scoffed, tilting on one leg as he crossed his arms.
"That's what a stalker would say."
"The fuck-" He felt a pulse in his forehead, "I was already here." He muttered.
You gave him a skeptical look, "Right... just casually standing on a random street corner. In full gear, right behind me. Not weird at all."
The tips of his ears flamed, and he was thankful he wore his eye mask that partially covered his cheeks for this specific moment. "I was takin' a break."
"Mhm." You nodded, "During patrol."
He clicked his tongue, glaring at a very interesting crack in the pavement. "Can't fuckin' breathe for five seconds without someone makin' it weird."
You laughed, and his chest tightened at how stupidly good it sounded. "Relax. I didn't say it was weird."
He glanced at you at that, "But it kinda is."
Never fucking mind.
He groaned, dragging a hand down his face. You were impossible, but somehow, every second he spent standing here felt like heavenly eternity.
"Look," he shifted awkwardly, "I just saw you. That's it."
You shrugged, "Then you could've just said hi."
As if he could ever do that like a normal person.
Before he could string his next excuse together, the kid (still across the street for some fucking reason) yelled again, louder this time, "DYNAMIGHT!!! PLEASE, I HAVE SCHOOL IN TEN MINUTES!"
Bakugou's eye twitched, jabbing a finger up like hold on, then looked back at you with a stare that said don't move.
You just shook your head with a laugh, "Go be a hero, Dynamight." To which he grumbled something not very heroic and stomped toward the kid.
You watched him pull out a marker, opening and closing his hand impatiently for the kid to give him whatever needed signing. The kid handed him a notebook, seemingly on the verge of passing out.
"Name?" Bakugou grunted.
"REN, SIR!"
Bakugou scribbled aggressively. "Stop yellin', I'm right here."
You hid a smile in your shoulder as he kept glancing over at you between strokes of the marker, holding you hostage with his eyes.
The second he handed the notebook back, he pivoted to turn around, only to find you... already walking away.
His soul left his body as he shoved past a businessman and nearly body-checked a lamppost. "H-HEY!!" He barked, shuffling closer, "Don't—fuck—hold on!"
You didn't look back, and Bakugou quickly made it to your side in three long strides, then swung around to face you, walking backwards in front of you.
"Why the hell'd you leave?" he demanded, pointing an accusatory finger at you while almost tripping over a curb.
You gave him a look. "You were busy."
"Wasn't busy," he snapped, absolutely busy.
"You were signing an autograph."
"That took, like—two seconds." He waved his hand, almost whacking a passerby in the face. "Don't just walk off."
"You told me to hold on," you shrugged, "I did."
"That wasn't—that's not-" He slapped a hand on his face like that would make this conversation any less ridiculous. "Just don't fuckin' do that."
"Oh? Why? Worried I'd run away?"
His steps stuttered, and you kept walking... he kept following, still pacing backwards.
You stifled a laugh at the way he looked. Big, strong hero tripping over flat ground and bending over his back to talk to you?
He jabbed a finger at you again, "I'm not-" he sucked in a breath, "I'm not worried," he squeaked defensively, "Just don't ditch me like m'some kinda stray cat you fed once."
You stopped in your steps, covering your mouth to hide the outright laugh that sentence got out of you. "A stray cat? You? That's rich."
"I'm serious," he grumbled, nearly backing into a trash can. He swerved at the last second, "Fuckass placement for a bin." He muttered under his breath.
"You were occupied," you repeated, glancing back at the trash can he kicked in retaliation. "Aren't you a busy man, Dynamight?"
"I can't fuckin' talk to you? It's a crime to want to do that?"
You bit your lip with a grin, "And now you're tripping over garbage to do that?"
"Shut up," he huffed, "And walk slower, damn it."
"Maybe you should walk like a normal person."
"Nah," he shook his head, "If I turn around, you'll disappear again."
"That's dramatic."
"I call it practical," he spat, "You got this thing where you just slip away, s'annoying."
Your brows furrowed, caught off guard for a second by the honesty he gave her. He seemed like the type to keep up that nonchalant persona, but the sight in front of you was pretty funny.
He didn't notice, though. He was too busy nearly backing into a mailbox. You grabbed his wrist without thinking, tugging him out of harm's way.
"Would you watch where you're going? It's really embarrassing that this is who's protecting us."
Bakugou froze the moment you touched him, then cleared his throat, tugging his hand back and facing forward. He finally walked beside you like a normal person, "...Thanks." He muttered.
"So..." You hummed with a grin, "Why haven't you booked me again? Was I that bad?"
He damn near swallowed his tongue.
His boots scraped the pavement in an abrupt stop.
"What?"
You bumped your shoulder into his, passing him to be in front of him now as you turned around with a smirk. "I mean... I thought you would've reached out by now."
His eyes darted at you before quickly looking away, and with a heavy exhale, he continued to walk again. "Was busy."
You hummed, unconvinced as you sidestepped to walk beside him. "Busy ignoring me?"
He only clicked his tongue, "You're not that important."
You let out a low whistle, leaning in close enough that he could feel your hot breath against his ear. "Not that important...?" Your voice dipped, "Funny, didn't feel like that when you were asking me to drop every other client after one night with me."
You took a few more steps before you realized he wasn't beside you anymore.
"I didn't ask."
You turned around to face him, crossing your arms. "Uh, but you did?"
"I said it'd be easier."
"You quite literally said 'name a price', but yeah, let's go with easier."
As you began to walk off again, you could hear him shuffling to catch up behind you as he puffed a grumble out. "Don't put words in my mouth."
"You put the money there yourself, didn't you?"
Bakugou's hand closed around your wrist mid-step, pulling you back a step before you could turn your head to face him.
In an instant, you were being tugged to the side, his iron grip steering you off the sidewalk and into a narrow alleyway between buildings.
"Hey-!"
"Don't," he cut you off, backing you into the brick. The alley subdued the street's busy noise, mellowing your senses to everything but him.
His arm braced beside your head, and you shivered at the hot brush of his minty breath over your face.
"You keep sayin' shit like that," he murmured, "S'pissin me off."
"Yeah?" You hummed, staring up at him with a daring glint in your eyes, "Are you gonna finally do something about it then?"
Clearly it didn't take much to convince him. His mouth was on yours fast, hungrily sucking up your lips into his. His tongue pushed past your lips while his other hand gripped your body to hold you tightly against him.
You gasped into the kiss, hands fisting the front of his hero suit, roaming a bit to revel in the sculptured ridges of his muscles.
He groaned, grinding forward at your touch, and fuck was he hard. His bulge throbbed against your thigh, even through his baggy pants. You could practically feel it inside of you again, making your thighs clench together.
"Fuck," he growled into your mouth, nipping at your bottom lip for a breath before he dove back in.
His hand slipped under your shirt to grope your breast, thumb flicking over your nipple in a passover, liking the sound you made, he pinched and pulled at it.
You moaned quietly into his mouth, head lulling back against the wall as you gasped for air. His thigh lodged between your thighs, feeling the heat radiating from your pussy through the fabric.
Too lost in the heat of the moment, you barely noticed when his hand that was placed beside your head was now down to your waist, fumbling with the button of your pants to undo it.
Bakugou's hand was already shoved down, cupping your whole pussy with his palm as he kneaded into your clit with the meaty part of his palm.
"Shit, you're wet-" he rasped, leaning down to your neck to suck on it as his fingers pushed your panties to the side. "Been thinkin' about this too, huh?"
You whimpered as he sank two thick digits inside you, grazing your walls perfectly. He pumped them fast, his thumb grinding into your clit while his mouth attacked your neck in sloppy open kisses.
But then, reality settled in. You shouldn't be entertaining this. He was just another client, and right now you were giving him a hell of a discount.
You grabbed his wrist, stopping him mid-thrust. His fingers stilled inside of you, but he didn't pull out. He stared at you in confusion, lips glistening with his spit.
"I'm not on the clock," you said breathlessly, but firmly, even if your body was screaming for more.
"The hell you mean," he muttered, forehead dropping to your shoulder with hot and uneven breaths.
"You ambushed me, this wasn't scheduled," you rolled your eyes, trying to ignore the way your hips twitched over him.
Bakugou's jaw clenched against your skin, "Say you're fucking with me."
"It's my job, so no, I'm not."
He pulled back to look at you again, his lips swollen and wet while his chest heaved like he'd just come off a fight. It was taking everything in him not to move his hand.
"Fuck," he huffed, immediately staring you in the eyes, "I'll pay you."
You raised your eyebrow, "That's not how-"
"Double," he snapped, "Right now."
Your fingers tightened around his wrist. "Bakugou-"
"Triple," he said without hesitation, "Whatever you charged last time. I don't give a fuck. Just—don't wanna stop."
You searched his face for a second longer than necessary, letting the embarrassment simmer. "...You're serious?"
He thrust his fingers out and up once, just to prove his point. "Yeah," he seethed through his teeth, "I am."
You released his wrist, and that was all the permission he needed.
His fingers drove back into you, eyes going heavy at the same tight feeling he'd been trying to replicate for weeks. "Fuck—s'tight," he hissed against your lips, his rough fingers squishing through your puffy folds with a punishing pace.
You moaned into his mouth, hand clutching his forearm in search of some kind of anchor as he ruined you with his fingers. The heel of his palm ground up against your clit with every pump of his fingers, schlick-schlick-schlick! echoing through the barren alleyway.
"Just like that," he growled, curling his fingers deeper, rubbing them along your gummy walls. His other arm locked around your waist, pinning you harder against the brick so you couldn't sag down. "Takin' it so well, aren't ya?"
Your head fell back with a choked gasp as he hit that spot again, your hips rocking into his hand on instinct. The rough drag of his callouses, the way he was pushing his way through your tight hole, you were getting there. Heat coiled tight in your belly, and your thighs were barely holding out as they trembled around him.
"Katsuki-" you whimpered, nails digging into his meaty forearm, feeling each flex as he pumped faster.
"Yeah, say it," he panted, mouth hot against your neck to suck another mark onto your skin. "Say my name while I make you cum. C'mon, wanna hear it."
He pushed more pressure to your clit, rubbing tight circles while his fingers pistoned forward and back, up and down. Your breaths were short and desperate, feeling the coil in your belly get tighter and tighter.
"Katsuki—fuck, I'm-!" you gasped, voice breaking as your hips jerk helplessly into his hand. You were right there, it was so close.
Bzzzt. Bzzzt.
The earpiece crackled at the worst possible second.
"Dynamight," Therma's voice cut through the line. "Where are you? I have a villain sighting, need your position and ETA."
Bakugou's jaw clenched at the interruption, but his fingers didn't stop. Not even stopping, if anything, he sped up. He thrusted harder with his thumb, grinding mercilessly over your swollen clit while his eyes stayed locked onto your face, analyzing every twitch and flinch you made.
You bit down on your lip with your eyes wide in panic, but he just smirked, like he was testing to see if you would stay quiet.
His hand on your waist moved up to thumb the comm switch, making you stumble a bit, though his leg steadied you. "I'm on Central, alley off 4th. Gonna be 5 minutes, handlin' a..." he paused long enough to crook his fingers deep, "...civilian situation, nothin' hostile."
Your hand flew to your mouth, muffling the whimper that tore out of you, feeling like you were floating with ecstasy.
Therma's voice came back, "Copy. Make it three." The line clicked dead.
Bakugou's smirk widened as he leaned in, lips brushing the shell of your ear as his fingers kept their brutal pace, palm smacking wetly against you.
"Almost screamed into an open channel," he chuckled, "But you're gonna cum for me now, quiet or not, don't give a fuck."
One more mean curl of his fingers, one more grind of his thumb, and you squirmed in helpless overstimulation, your thighs clamping tight around his hand as the orgasm ran over your body.
Your whole body locked up in a silent cry as your walls spasmed over him, stringy thick juices coating his fingers with every thrust as he fucked you through it.
Only when you sagged against him, your body limp and your vision hazy, did he finally ease his fingers free.
Bakugou groaned at the sight, his pruned fingers glistening in your goo. He brought his fingers to your mouth, easily able to slip them in with how you had it propped open with hot breaths.
"Yeah, good girl, clean me up good." He pressed his fingers on your tongue, both of your eyes locked onto each other's in a lustful haze.
You hummed softly around his fingers, and he dragged them out slow, a thin string of saliva connecting them to your tongue before it snapped.
His cock was straining painfully against the front of his suit, thankful for the dark color with the damp spot there from how he'd been grinding against your hip earlier.
You steadied yourself to stand, adjusting your soaked panties and pants back up as you looked to him, adjusting the raging boner he adorned underneath his uniform.
"So..." you began, "do I still get my money?"
He paused, staring at you like you had two heads, before a bark of laughter echoed through the alleyway. "The fuck, you're deadass right now?"
You shrugged, playing coy as your body still shivered with the remnants of your high. "You promised me triple, didn't you?"
"Yeah, I did, didn't I?" He rolled his eyes as he checked his phone, "I'll transfer it."
He paused, wiping his fingers on the sides of his pants. "Doesn't mean we're even though, I got cut short."
"Uh-huh..."
He exhaled sharply through his nose, standing toe to toe with you, his breath fanning onto your face. "Come by tonight," he said gruffly, "If I'm payin' that much, I ain't doin' this halfway."
You smiled, leaning side to side with a sway, "Of course, it's only fair, right?" Your hand dipped down to cup the hard-on he had that poked through his pants.
Bakugou tensed and pushed you off with an incoherent cuss under his breath. "Got shit to do, don't be late."
Then he was gone, already striding out of the alley, leaving you there to sit in the now-silent corridor.
Your phone buzzed.
KATSUKI BAKUGOU sent you ¥900,000.
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The door slammed open, almost banging the wall with the way that Bakugou had swung it open like a madman.
You could barely get a word in before you were dragged inside by the wrist, the door slamming behind you. He couldn't even give you time to take off your shoes, set your stuff down, or even greet him.
He just pressed you up against the wall beside the entryway, with his forearm bracing your head with heavy breaths. Jeez, he wasn't even looking at you, just raking over your body with a predatory gaze.
Your phone and purse clattered to the ground with how rough he was handling you the second you'd knocked on the door.
His eyes finally leveled with yours, eyes bloodshot with pure lust. "You took your fuckin' time," he muttered against your jaw, hands immediately running up and down your sides, ridging over your curves like he was reacquainting himself with every contour.
Your hand slid up his chest, him instantly flinching at the touch, "Oh, please," you rolled your eyes, "I was right on time, Bakugou."
His face contorts, "The fuck is that?" His hot breath fanned over your neck, his hands slipping under your shirt with rough fingertips that skated up your stomach.
"What?" You laughed, enjoying the feeling of his rested muscles.
"S'Katsuki," he muttered as his lips barely brushed over your skin, tickling your nerves with a shiver.
"Oh? We're doing first names now?"
Bakugou just chuckled, pinching your side, making you jolt with a tiny squeak he absolutely heard. "Hasn't it always been like that? Don't remember ya whining Bakugou! when I was balls deep inside ya," his arm on the wall moved to pinch your chin, his lips hovering right over yours.
Your breath hitched, and he caught it too, clearly with the way that he looked at you like he'd won. His mouth brushed against yours in every breath he took, "You were too fucked out to remember, or what?" He whispered, thumb brushing the corner of your lower lip.
He didn't give you time to answer, no, not really. The question was only answered between your legs as you felt yourself pulse as his body came closer to you.
His body was pressed up against yours, his knee wedged between your legs, then he finally kissed you.
His mouth crashed onto yours hungrily, teeth brushing your lower lip as his other hand under your shirt grazed underneath your bra, squeezing your waist to pull you tighter against him.
Your back thunked into the wall again with the force of it, but you barely noticed with how consuming he was. His hot breath over your skin, his weight pinning you, the way he angled his head to kiss you properly, requiring every ounce of focus he had.
You broke the kiss for half a second, panting against his mouth. "You're—mmf—ridiculous," you tried your best to conceal the raw need in your voice, but it was painfully obvious to him with his leg feeling the heat emitting from your core.
His lips traced your jaw greedily, "You kept me waitin'," he muttered, mouth brushing your throat to find your pulse. "Been thinkin' about you all fuckin' day, you saw it with the damn door?"
"Yeah," you breathed, your fingers clutching onto the fabric at his shoulders. "Almost took it off the hinges."
He smirked against your neck, his hand sliding lower to dip under your waistband. "Would've, if it meant gettin' to you faster."
Two fingers scissored through your folds, playing with your squishy, slick-coated skin like putty. "Such a natural at this, aren't ya?" He suckled into your skin, "Came here already wet n'prepped for me? Or is this just from right now?"
You bit back a whine as his finger flicked against your clit, your hips automatically bucking into his hand.
His fingers were just starting to circle your clit when his phone buzzed in his back pocket.
Not just one, no, of course not. Three short ones, then a pause... then two more.
It was persistent enough that even in the hazy fog of sex the two of you were in, you knew it wasn't random spam.
Bakugou didn't give two shits about it, though. You could feel his smirk against your neck as his fingers dragged through your slick again, slower this time. He groaned as he leaned back just to look down at the little space between you to look at his fist that was shoved into your panties. "Already drippin' so much, holy shit..."
The phone buzzed again, "The fuck," he growled as he continued to ignore it, and kept toying with your clit.
You weakly laughed, more so to cover up the moans you were hiding. "You... should get that..."
"Nope," he said instantly, his thumb circling your bud gently as his other fingers prodded at your hole, but not pushing in. "Not stoppin'. They can wait." He muttered as his mouth found your neck again, licking and biting as he pleased.
Another buzz, immediately after the other ring ended.
Bakugou ripped himself away from your neck, panting, eyes blown wide with irritation. His fingers stayed right where they were between your legs, unwilling to separate himself more.
He yanked out his phone with his free hand, "Katsuki," you whispered, breath shuddering, "it might be important-"
His eyes cut to yours, wild and feral, "Ain't nothin' more important than this right here."
You barely had time to swallow before he shoved his fingers inside of you, and answered the phone without looking at the screen, "What?"
Silence passed over the line, then a voice different from the one who'd called him earlier blasted through his phone loud enough for you to hear as well.
"Bro-! I'm so sorry about last night, seriously. I shouldn't've let everyone drag you out like that, you were clearly wiped-"
Your eyes flew wide open, spine going rigid as Bakugou's fingers stayed inside you, curling greedily in a way that made you bury your teeth into your lip to keep quiet.
"Why're you callin' me?" He hissed, voice lowered to a dangerously low rumble.
"'Cause I'm apologizing!" Kirishima's voice beamed through the phone, "And also checking in! And also inviting you! We're goin' out tonight, something chill, you in?"
Bakugou stared at you while Kirishima babbled in his ear, his thumb pressed harder against your clit to rub in small circles.
You slapped a hand over your mouth, choking back a whimper.
This changed his irritated expression into one of amusement. "'M busy," he muttered, pushing his fingers deeper inside of you, testing how much further he could push you.
Kirishima hesitated, "...Busy? You doing paperwork or something? Can't you ask Therma to do it?"
Bakugou's jaw clenched as he pumped his fingers deeper, once being a slow one, then again, harder.
Your knees buckled as he reveled in the way your body reacted to him. "Yeah," he said lowly, "'m workin' on somethin' real important right now."
You shook your head desperately, mouthing stop even though you didn't mean it, not even a little.
Bakugou's breath puffed a laugh against your cheek as he turned his head just enough toward the phone. "Paperwork, my ass."
He curled his fingers knuckle deep inside you. And you whimpered... a soft, strangled sound that you tried (failed) to smother into your palm.
Bakugou's smirk deepened into something wicked as he met your eyes. "...Actually," he drawled, pressing his thumb to your clit harder, "I got someone here who needs my hands more than my damn sidekick does."
You slapped your hand against his shoulder, pleading for him to stop moving... and talking.
Kirishima, oh so clueless, went silent. "...Uh. Dude? You sound... busy-"
Bakugou chuckled, eyes half-lidded as he looked down at your flushed face. "Yeah," he murmured, dragging his fingers out of you slowly, making your stomach drop at the loss, but then immediately sank them right back in with a loud squelch. "Real busy. Can't step away."
Bakugou leaned in, his lips brushing your ear. "Say hi," he whispered, quietly enough that only you heard.
Your eyes widened, a furious blush climbing up your neck as you shook your head panickedly, mouthing, Absolutely not.
He just sighed, "Anyway," he announced casually as his thumb flicked over your clit, "Don't call again. I ain't comin' out tonight."
"But-"
The line cut, and Bakugou tossed the phone somewhere without looking, his full attention snapping back to your trembling body that he'd been starved of for weeks.
"Now..." He muttered, dragging his fingers out of you only to slam them back in harder, "Where were we, huh?"
Two fingers turned to three, stretching you open with a wet, filthy squelch. He pumped through you with a brutal pace, "Fuck, listen to you," he groaned, eyes locked on where his hand disappeared into your panties. "Soakin' my fingers so fuckin' much, you like getting fingered with someone else hearin', huh?"
Your head hit the wall, a broken moan ripping from your throat now that you finally didn't have to hide it. "K-katsuki-"
"Yeah?" He dragged his fingers out slow just to slam them back in, knuckles kissing your fat lips with every thrust. "That feels good, huh? You're fuckin' gushin'. Can hear how sloppy this pussy is from the hallway."
Obscene sounds echoed through the entryway, the loud, squelching screams of your pussy were shamelessly impossible to ignore. Anyone passing by would surely hear.
Your thighs shook, and you tried to close them on reflex, though he wedged his leg between them to force them wider. "Don't you dare," he snarled, "Keep 'em spread. Want this cunt to stay open for me like the true slut you are."
His thumb ruthlessly worked at your clit, matching the rhythm of his fingers going plap, plap, plap inside you. Your hips jerked helplessly into his hand, barely able to keep your eyes open, you were so out of it you couldn't tell if you were drooling from the spit pooling in your mouth.
"Look at thaaat," his voice cracked, "Clenchin' around me like this. You get off on almost gettin' caught? Bet if Shitty Hair knew what I was doin' he'd jerk off to your whiny ass, oh he'd loooveee this pussy."
You whimpered, nails scraping down his forearm in a weak attempt to push him away. "S-shut up-!"
He did, kind of. His focus went straight to your cunt as he twisted his wrist, fingers crooking viciously against that spot that made your vision go white out. Your back arched off the wall, a strangled cry tearing free as you came hard, your pussy fluttering around his fingers.
Bakugou kept fucking you through it, slower, in meeeaann drags that made your legs go numb, not even holding yourself up, at this point he was in control of your whole body.
As you gasped and whined in pain, he finally pulled his hand free, three fingers glistening in thick gooey strings that kept his fingers connected to your cunt by the sticky strings of your arousal.
He brought them to his mouth, licking a slow stripe up his palm as his eyes locked onto yours. "Gonna make me pay triple, huh?" He muttered hoarsely, "Better give me my money's worth then."
"Aren't you the one who offered?" You laughed weakly as you clutched onto him to stay upright, him and the wall you were pressed up against the only things holding you upright as your legs vibrated.
"Yeah, well," he grumbled, wiping his hand on his sweats, "you didn't have to agree so damn fast."
You scoffed, tightening your grip on his shoulders as another tremor ran down your legs. "What, did you want me to play hard to get? Fake a little hesitation for your ego?"
Bakugou rolled his eyes as he slid an arm around your waist before you could wobble again.
"Please, as soon as you thought about this dick you were game, weren't you? Probably didn't even need to-"
"Don't finish that sentence," you grumbled, even as you let him pull you off the wall.
"Whatever," he said, guiding you backward through the hallway with ease, "Not like you were complainin' just now, huh?"
You shot him a look. "Yeah, I wasn't complaining, but you didn't hear me thanking you either."
He seemed unimpressed, "Yeah? Sounded pretty damn close."
You just sank into his hold, letting him steer you around the corner. "Whatever... virgin gets his dick wet once and thinks he's the shit," you muttered under your breath, but your head by his shoulder made it loud and clear.
"Hah?" He paused by the doorway of his bedroom, grip tightening on your skin. "Mind repeatin' that for me?"
"I said-"
"Shit, didn't think you were actually stupid enough to try," he laughed coldly as he threw you onto his bed.
You yelped at the sudden loss of his touch, and as you situated yourself, you watched him stalk toward you with a predatory glint in his eyes.
"Said you weren't thankin' me, right?" He stood at the foot of the bed, towering over you. "Fix it."
"...Huh?" You peered up at him, legs clenched together.
"Weren't thankin' me, yet."
Bakugou dropped to his knees at the edge of the bed, grabbing your ankles, and yanked you down the mattress until your ass hung off the side.
"Don't worry, you'll do it," he smirked, throwing your legs over his shoulders as he pushed your panties to the side.
No warm up. Why would he? He already prepped your pussy so kindly in the foyer.
His tongue speared straight inside you, his nose grinding on your clit roughly as his lips sealed tightly so every filthy wet noise echoed loud throughout the room.
"K-Katsuki-!" He sucked hard before pulling off, replacing his tongue with two thick fingers.
"Not quite..." He spat onto your cunt, rubbing the glob in with his mouth as his lips vacuumed around your clit.
His fingers pumped in slow drags that had your hips jerking up helplessly for more. "Still not hearin' it," he muttered against your gushing pussy, his addictive voice vibrating straight through you. "C'mon, say thank you like ya mean it."
You tried to quip back with something snarky, but all that you could manage was a whiny croon when he curled his fingers at that spongy spot deep inside of you.
"Fuck, Katsuki-"
"Wrong." He clicked his tongue, thrusting his fingers in hard as punishment, "Try again."
He nipped at your clit, his thick tongue sweeping circles at it as your cunt dribbled out slick around his fingers that squished deep inside your tight hole.
Your hands flew to his hair to yank at the wild strands, making him press his face deeper into your valley, thumbs spreading your folds wide.
His tongue was merciless, lapping at you hungrily while his fingers twisted in rolling motions, scissoring wide before prying in deep again. Every time he felt you get close, he slowed, dragging the pleasure out until you were thrashing at him with tears streaming down your face.
"Fuck-! Please, I n-need-"
Bakugou looked up, your juices smeared across his mouth, "Need what?" His fingers slowed again, dragging along your walls torturously. "Tell me, what does this slut need?"
You sobbed, yanking hard on his hair. "Need to cum, Katsuki, please-!"
"Mm.." He flexed his fingers once, then stilled again. "Still missin' somethin'."
At this point, tears soaked your hair, and your thighs shook with desperation against the forearm that pinned you down. You were so close to your edge you couldn't think for yourself anymore, you just wanted to cum.
"Pleeaasee!" You whine as he spits on your clit again, watching it drip down to where his fingers are buried, and then licks it up it one stripe through your gooey mess.
"Nah, use your words. Tell me who this pussy's thanking tonight."
"Thank you, Katsuki!" You broke, the words ripping out of your mouth in a wreck, "Thankyouthankyouthankyou, fuck! Please, 'wanna cum so bad!"
"Was that so hard?" He smirked, diving back into you with his mouth sealed over your clit, sucking hard while he shoved in three fingers down to his knuckles.
He pummeled them viciously, forearm burning with power as your back arches cleanly off the bed with your thighs clamping his head for dear life.
Your body locks up and your toes curl when the pleasure rushes through your body. Your vision sparkles, and all you can feel is the ruthless suction he has on your clit paired with the overwhelming strokes of his fingers.
Your hips chase his hand until you can't take it anymore, trying to shrink back up the bed, but he catches your body. "Fuck are you tryna go?"
Before you can react, his hands clamp around your hips, and he drags you back down the mattress past the edge til your head tips off the side of the bed.
Blood shoots to your skull in a dizzying rush, then you faintly hear the rustle of fabric.
You open your eyes, and you're met with his cock, flushed angry red and heavy, already leaking at the tip hovering inches from your lips. "Open."
He feeds himself into your mouth slow at first, letting you feel every inch of him stretch your jaw. The weight of him sliding over your tongue til he bumped the back of your throat was all-consuming, an unwanted moan rumbling through your throat.
You gag at his fat girth, eyes watering as he rolls his hips shallowly. "Fuck, thaaat's it."
His hand slides back between your thighs, his fingers plunging straight back into your soaked cunt with a filthy squelch!
Bakugou's palm grinds into your clit with every brutal piston of his fingers while his cock fucks into your throat with the same rhythm.
You can't breathe right, can't think, there's not a single thought in your head. All you can do is choke and drool around him with your muffled moans vibrating up his dick, and the schlick! schlick! of his fingers pounding you open.
He curls his fingers hard, thumb smashing your clit in smearing circles, and the pressure coiled in your belly builds louder.
"Gonna make this greedy cunt give me everything," he snarls, hips snapping faster up into your glossy eyes, enjoying the sound of your sputtering mouth. "Cream all over my fucking hand while you choke on my dick, c'mon-"
You're immediately gushing, uncontrollably soaking his wrist, forearm, and the sheets beneath you in messy spurts. Your throat convulses around him from the force of it, making him hiss.
"Fuck—yes, jus' like that, shit-!"
He pulls out before he can cum, breathing heavily as you gasp for air while the effects of your orgasm still wring out of your body, twitching sharply against his hand.
His fingers slip out of you, giving you a sharp smack! to your puffy pussy before he leans down, wiping the tears and spit from your cheek with his soaked fingers.
"Now this is good," he smirked, thumb smearing the mess of tears, spit, and your own juices from his fingers across your lips. "Drooling for it, you're a real cock slut, huh?"
You whimper, tongue darting out on instinct to chase the taste more, making him laugh coldly. "Yeah, that's what I thought."
He straightens up, cock bobbing in your face as one hand fists the base, the other cupping your jaw to tilt your head back farther to open up your throat for him.
"Gotta get my money's worth, right?" He breathed out, slapping his cock on your tongue, entranced with the way it bounces against your lips with a wet smack.
Tears streaked your temples, makeup smeared around your face messily, with your throat raw from his brutal fucking. But your tongue lolled out obediently anyway, chasing the salty bead of precum that leaked from his tip.
"Fuckin' look at you," he muttered, dragging the flushed head along your bottom lip to smear it in nice and pretty. "All messed up and still beggin' for more. You're a real natural slut, huh?"
He didn't let you respond, just pushed back in slowly until he hit the back of your throat again. Your gag reflex fluttered around him, but he stayed, holding there.
His hips rolled shallowly while his hand tangled in your hair to keep you exactly where he wanted you to be. "Relax that throat," he ordered, "Take it all. Did it last time, now do it again."
You whined around him, trying to breathe through your nose as he sank deeper, deeper, until your nose brushed the neatly trimmed hair at his base.
Your throat bulged visibly, making him breathe out audibly with satisfaction. "Shit—yeah, just like that," he hissed, pulling back slowly to thrust in again, working at a steady pace.
Each drag of his cock over your tongue sent spit bubbling at the corners of your mouth, dripping down your cheeks and into your hair. The wet, sloppy sounds filled the room, gluck-gluck-gluck! mixed with his low groans and the obscene slap of his creamy balls hitting your forehead.
His other hand slid back between your thighs, fingers easily finding your glossy pussy again without looking. "Still so fuckin' wet."
His fingers curled deep inside of you, making your hips jerk up off the bed, "This cunt's always cryin' for me, can't get enough, can ya?"
You couldn't answer, not with the way your throat was so full of him, but your muffled moan vibrated up his dick, making his hips stutter.
Bakugou laughed breathlessly, picking up the pace as he fucked your face harder while his fingers waved through your tight hole with brutal precision.
"Gonna cum down this throat," he grunted, "Then m'gonna flip ya over and fuck ya til you can't remember your own name. Paid good money for this pussy, gonna use it all night."
Your body was already winding tight again, long overdone with oversensitive pulses, but the way he was talking, it sent you spiraling. Another orgasm crashed through you, pussy clenching tight around his fingers as you sobbed around his cock.
"Fuck-!" Bakugou slammed deep one more time, holding your head flush against him as he came with thick, hot pulses spilling straight down your throat. The little-to-no room he left for you to move forced you to swallow around him or choke, and he stayed buried through each spasm, groaning your name like a mantra.
Only then did he let go of your head, pulling out with gooey strings of spit and cum connecting your lips to his barely softening cock before snapping.
You gasped for air, coughing weakly with your chest heaving as he finally hauled you upright by the arms and flipped you onto your stomach.
Your face hit the pillows, ass up instinctively from how boneless you were, and you felt the mattress dip as he climbed up behind you.
"C'mon, you're already tappin' out, and I haven't even fucked you yet?" He muttered, hands spreading your thighs wider. His cock, still half-hard and shiny, nudged your frothy cunt.
As he dragged the head through your messy folds, he coated himself with your sweet slick, tapping it against your creamy hole just to hear the sloppy sound it made each time. With every tap, you could feel his cock getting harder, which only made the empty ache inside of you scream for more.
"K-Katsuki... please," you gasped, voice hoarse both from screaming and his cock's brutal pace prior. "Need you inside—fuck, just put it in alreadyyy."
Bakugou smirked, one hand gripping your hip hard while the other fisted the base of his dick. "C'mon, you get dick all the time, don't ya? Missed mine that much?"
You whined at his mean words, pushing your hips back desperately, trying to catch the fat head of his cock on your entrance. "Yes—fuck, yes I did," you admitted shamelessly, "No one else feels like you, please, Katsuki, need it so bad."
He groaned at your words, tapping his length at your clit again, heavier this time, making you jolt in need. "Shit, sayin' that kinda stuff... you're gonna kill me."
"Then fuck me already," you grumbled, turning your face to glare at him over your shoulder through teary lashes. "Stop teasing and give it to me. I thought you were going to get your money's worth. Make me feel it."
That was enough to snap something in him. "Fuckin' brat," he snarled, lining up and slamming into you with one thrust, burying himself to the hilt with a wet slap.
Your back arched, crying out as he filled you up completely. "Yes-! Just like that!" You sobbed, nails digging into the sheets. "S'deep, mmfuck, you're so big-"
He set a punishing rhythm that had the headboard knocking into the wall. Every thrust punched the air from your lungs, his balls slapping against your clit with every drive.
"Take it then," he growled, leaning over you with one hand planting beside your head while the other stayed to grip your waist. "S'what you wanted? Greedy slut just wanted to get fucked, huh?"
"Yeah, y-yeah!" You wailed, rocking your hips back to meet him, obscene squelches of your gooey pussy echoed between your bodies. "Harder, please—wanna feel it tomorrow!"
Bakugou obliged, of course. He pounded into you like he was trying to brand himself inside you, the sweat from his chest coating your back. "Gonna make sure ya do," he rasped against your ear, teeth catching onto your skin. "Gonna fuck ya till you're leakin' me for days."
Your cunt accommodated his girth welcomingly, allowing him to push and pry through you freely. He was so deep with the way he smeared his fat, bulbous tip inside your plush walls.
"Fuck!" Your voice cracked as he hit that spot perfectly, your mind going blank and your vision blurring. "R-right there, haahh—s-shit, don't stop, god, please m'gonna cum again, fuck you're gonna make me cum again!"
"Yeah? Already?" He taunted, but his rhythm faltered for a second from the effect of your words. He recovered fast, though, his hips snapping harder, deeper, the lewd plap-plap-plap! of your soggy bodies meeting filling up the room. "Such a greedy pussy, s'like you want me in here forever, huh?"
"Yes, want it inside me, inside!" You babbed, drool soaking the pillow as you pushed back against him desperately. "Cock s'good, Katsuki!"
Bakugou's breath hitched at your wrecked praise, and he hooked his arm tighter under your waist to yank your hips up higher so he could drive in at that perfect downward angle.
His thick cockhead kissed your cervix with every pump of his cock, the deep, aching pressure making your whole body jolt with so much stimulation.
"Fuck, you hear yourself?" He seethed through his teeth, slamming in again to hold deep for a second so you could feel his cock hit that spot. "Beggin' for it like a desperate slut, y'feel that? S'me kissin' your fuckin' womb, gonna fill y'up so good."
"Ahh-! Y-yeah, right there!" You blubbered on, tears streaming down your face, "M'gonna cum, f-fuck, fuck!"
His hips turned savage, fucking you relentlessly with hard, wet slams that made his heavy balls slap against your clit hard enough to stimulate you while his cockhead battered against your cervix over and over.
He dropped his full weight over you, his heavy chest flush to your back to pin you completely to the mattress. One thick forearm planted beside your head, elbow locking into place as his hand cupped your jaw, fingers squishing your cheeks to face up towards his.
"Look at me," he breathed out, hips snapping forward in short rolls that kept him buried deep.
You could only whine in response, lips forced into a pout from his grip on your cheeks. "M-mmph—K-kats—haahh—kkii," drool lulled out from your mouth, "M'so full, s-shit, mm—cummminggg-!"
"Yeah, cum f'me," he growled, crashing his mouth down onto yours messily with all tongue and teeth as his grip on your cheeks tightened, holding your face steady so you wouldn't fall into the sheets.
His hips continued to roll balls deep inside of you while the kiss muffled your broken cries as your body spasmed helplessly under him.
He groaned into the kiss, hips stuttering with how tight you were clenching around him, pushing him closer to his release as it finally popped and hot pulses of his seed flooded deep inside of you.
He continued to fuck you through it, a mix of his cum and your thick slick dribbling out of your hole onto the sheets with every sloppy thrust.
"Good girl," he muttered against your swollen lips, and you could only manage a slurred, incoherent response as he thumbed away some tears and drool on your cheeks while he kissed you, his cock still twitching inside of you.
You mewled into his mouth, "Mm, s'full..." The words came out mushy into his lips, your eyes half-lidded.
Bakugou huffed a rough laugh into your mouth, hips giving out one last lazy roll that smeared his sticky cum deeper into you with a filthy squelch. "Yeah... real full now," he smirked, nipping at your lip a bit more before finally easing up, his forearm sliding out from under your jaw so you could sink fully into the mattress.
When he eventually pulls out, thick globs of cum immediately follow, spilling down your thighs and adding to the small puddle of cum beneath you.
You huffed at the emptiness, hips twitching back impatiently. His eyes zeroed in on the way your hole clenched around nothing, still eager for more.
"Fuckin' succubus is what you are," he grumbled, flopping his softened dick against your ass.
Your hand reached back to weakly grab at his thigh, nails scraping harmlessly. "Greedy as fuck," he muttered, but his hand was already sliding down, fingers scooping up the mess leaking from you and pushing it back in with two thick digits.
Slow pumps stirred up his own cum deeper inside you, and you hummed in delight, your body melting deeper into the mattress. "Mhm... yeah, want more..."
Bakugou laughed tiredly, giving your ass a light slap, earning him a mix of a yelp and moan, "Yeah, yeah. Give me a damn minute." He leaned down to press a rough kiss to your shoulder blade as his fingers kept moving through you in slow pumps.
But a minute turned into slow, teasing strokes, to his mouth on your neck, and the night blurred on to slow and deep fucks until it transitioned to rough fucking in the hallway on the way to get water, to lazy grinding on the couch with a forgotten movie flickering aimlessly under your loud moans.
He fucked you on practically every surface of his apartment, you couldn't even keep track of time. The next thing you knew, the morning light was shining harshly onto your face, forcing you to wake up.
You squint, groaning softly as you roll onto your stomach to try and shield your face from the daylight in the pillow.
Being half-asleep still, you don't register the dull ache between your thighs, the sore bruising littering your body, and the excessive stickiness of his cum splayed over your thighs and chest.
Beside you, the mattress dips as Bakugou sits up with his phone in hand. You shamelessly peek your head up to try and see what's on it before he quickly snaps to look at you.
"What," he says, instantly locking the screen off.
You laugh hoarsely, stuffing your face back into the pillow with a groan. "Nothing, relax."
Bakugou rolls his eyes and just tosses his phone to the side, where it would be free from prying eyes, "Nosy as hell," he mutters, flopping back down beside you.
He has an arm thrown over his eyes to block the sunlight that was shining directly over where the pillows lay, the blanket barely covering just his waist.
You're covered in one of the random shirts you grabbed off the floor somewhere between whatever round you guys were on at the time, and the room reeked of sex, no thanks to the soiled sheets.
You roll onto your side to face him, wincing a little at the familiar feeling between your thighs. It's not a new feeling, of course, but pain was still pain, after all.
"So," you hummed, picking at the sheet of fabric, "When are ya gonna book me again? Might be nice to get a heads-up next time?"
He lowers his arm just to glare at you, "Don't need to 'book', I'll pay whatever it costs to make it so you're only seein' me, remember?"
Suddenly, you were wide awake. As you push yourself onto one elbow, your face can't even hide your reaction. "Wait—you're still on that shit?"
From the look he was giving you, he clearly wasn't shitting you. "...I thought that was just pillow talk?"
"Wasn't. I'm serious, name the price, and I'll cover the difference to cut off whoever else you got."
You stare at him for a second, definitely longer than a second, actually. "Holy shit," you laugh, "You're actually deadass."
"'Course I am," he huffs, crossing his arms to glare at the ceiling.
Your laugh fades, and you sit up fully, pulling the blanket around your waist. "Katsuki. No."
His jaw clenches, "No? I got the money. You said last night, no one else fucks you like I do."
"Okay, like people say shit like that all the time when they're fucking," you laugh, but he doesn't... his eyes are just flat and plain unamused at your joke, "Look. The sex is fucking good, best I've ever had. But I'm not locking it down with you just 'cause you don't wanna share your toy."
"S'not about sharin' a toy," he scoffs, "I'm offerin' to make it worth your while, more than worth it."
"And I'm telling you that it's not about the money, also, I just met you," you roll your eyes, "I have consistent regulars, reliable ones that do a lot for me, I'm not dropping all of that just because you have issues."
"Pfftt," he chuckles dryly, looking the other way with his arms crossed tight over his chest. "So you're good spreadin' yourself around for 'stability'?"
"Are you seriously slut shaming me right now?"
"The fuck-" He sputters, his head turning back to face you fast, "That's not what I said."
"That's how it came out," you sigh, "So if you wanna rephrase that, I'm giving you an out."
Bakugou stills, staring at you for a good couple of seconds before he exhales through his nose, "I don't give care who you fuck," he snaps, "That's your business. All I'm sayin' is if I'm involved, I don't half-ass shit."
"That still doesn't mean you get exclusivity..."
"I'm not askin' for romance shit," he grumbles, shoving himself off the bed to grab his underwear he spotted in the corner, "I'm askin' for consistency."
"You have that already, I'm not going to prove it by signing my soul away to you."
He's silent as he tugs on his underwear, scratching the back of his shoulder when he turns back to face you. "So what, I just... text you?"
"Yes, like a normal person would," you smile through the sarcasm, making him give you a scowl.
"And if you're busy?"
"Then I'm busy?" You were getting a bit tired of this back and forth for something so simple, but for some reason, he wasn't grasping it. Though he did strike you as the type of guy who wasn't used to hearing no.
"Tch. Fine, busy it is," he turns away to snatch his phone off the nightstand and stalks toward the bathroom, the door slamming hard.
You stare at the shut door, hearing the light flick on and the water begin to run before you blink out of your trance and roll onto your back.
"Drama queen..." you mutter to yourself, reaching for your phone.
Still, you don't reach for your clothes. Instead, you sink deeper into the velvety mattress, taking in the quiet room as your own.
whoever is pushing the alpha!bakugou agenda… please continue
Im not trying to be mean like do what you want with your blog but I feel like posts are getting BORING. like what happened to cute dividers and a bajillion fades in your texts?! WDYM it has no warnings or sypnosis!? WDYM it's just a chunk of text!?
What happened to joy, whimsy, and fun colors?!
