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[The Tinker, chapter 4] First Touch.

[The Tinker, chapter 39] Kat finally gives in.

[The Tinker, chapter 101] Bakugou falls asleep after the proposal.

[The Tinker, chapter 101] Bakugou falls asleep after the proposal.

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Washing Up

[The Tinker, chapter 23]

Why the hell was Y/N so nervous?

She stood outside of the shower, staring at the curtain and holding her shoulders to try and dull the vulnerability that came with being naked. Almost immediately after he'd invited her to join him, he'd turned, stripped, and gotten into the shower before she could process it.

Not a single other word was said– he'd spoken the invitation and dipped, leaving her to decide for herself.

Of course she was going to join him. Who wouldn't?

She tucked a bit of hair behind her ears and pulled the curtain back slightly to peer inside. Bakugou's head was tilted back under the stream, water dripping down his body as his fingers dragged through his hair. Y/N looked downward, because of course she did, and felt her heart jump.

Katsuki opened one eye and caught her staring. "You comin' in or just enjoying the view?" The corner of his mouth turned up with a hint of a smile. "It's hot this time. Promise."

This man was literally dripping with sex appeal.

Before she could chicken out, Y/N forced herself to step inside, closing the curtain behind her and pulling her arms back against her chest for warmth. "Do I get any water or do I have to wait for the backsplash?"

"C'mere."

Why in the fuck was Y/N so nervous? She let her hands fall against her legs and scowled at him. His gaze made her feel so small, so vulnerable; she swore she could physically feel his eyes raking down her body and taking in the sight of her.

His arms dropped too, and he took a step to the side to leave room for Y/N under the stream. He didn't budge any more than that as she approached. Only his eyes moved as she entered the stream, studying her every move.

Y/N sighed when it finally hit her skin. "Nice of you to share my hot water." She tilted her head back and stroked her hair as he had done moments before.

He wasn't looking at her now, though. Instead, he grabbed Y/N's body wash and took a step away from her, pouring a generous amount and lathering it in his hands. He even turned to the side as he began rubbing it into his chest and shoulders. He seemed almost... uninterested in her now.

Y/N frowned, confused. She'd never had shower sex before, but... weren't you supposed to get cleaned up after? It seemed counterintuitive to wash now. Not only that, but he wasn't even looking at her. His eyes were focused on his current task and didn't even glance her way.

Unless... shit. Was he... not trying to have sex right now?

Her eyes widened at the realization and she whipped around quickly to face the stream. Holy shit, this was embarrassing. He'd just wanted to shower. Y/N scrambled to recall what their previous conversation had been– Katsuki had teased her about liking the pet name, then told her to shower with him when she complained about cold water– was he really just trying to share the water? She wrapped her arms around herself again.

Stupid, she silently scolded. I'm so stupid.

"What's wrong? Did it get cold or somethin'?"

His voice shocked her from her daze and she lifted her chin up again, but didn't turn around to look at him as she responded. "Uh, no. Just warming up." The fact that she was naked suddenly felt wildly uncomfortable after her realization. She hurried to run her hands through her hair again and grimaced to herself.

"Why're you so stiff?"

"I'm not."

Y/N didn't see when Bakugou took a step towards her. "You're lying. What's up?"

Her arms covered her chest when she turned around and reached for the bottle of body wash, but he held it above her reach. "Gimme the bottle, dumbass," She grunted in embarrassment.

"Not 'til you tell me what's wrong. Spill it."

She met his gaze. Both of them scowled at each other, but his scowl faded when a new realization seemed to form in his head. "You're uncomfortable."

"No! No, I'm not," She argued, but as she spoke she could feel her cheeks burning. "I'm fine, I just... misunderstood."

Bakugou's head tilted to the side as he gazed down at her. "Misunderstood."

"Yeah. That's all. Now can I please have the body wash? I don't want grease on me either–"

"Misunderstood what?"

Y/N wanted to crawl into a hole and die.

Bakugou could sense some kind of turmoil in Y/N's head, so he passed her the soap. "Here, I'll get out. Just lemme rinse." He rested his hand on her arm and guided her over a step so he could stand under the stream.

"It's not that," Y/N finally protested. She cursed under her breath when she realized she was gonna confess. "I uh... thought you were trying to like..." Her eyes met his, and he still looked confused. Did she seriously have to spell it out for him like this? "I thought you were trying to have sex."

There was a moment of terrible, awkward silence when Y/N stared at him, awaiting a response. All she noticed was his eyes widen slightly at her before his stare returned to normal.

Y/N thought she was going to be physically ill if she had to sit in the silence any longer. She fought back the urge to claw at her skin to cope with the embarrassment. "Oh god. Sorry. I'll–"

"In the shower?"

She looked up at him again, but his expression was still unreadable. Was he making fun of her? How the hell was she supposed to tell? Afraid of digging herself deeper, she nodded in response.

Bakugou paused before he finally spoke. "I was going to fuck you after the shower, but I can fuck you here."

It was Y/N's turn to be silent now. She was definitely malfunctioning. "You–?"

"Do you want it now?" Katsuki grabbed the bottle from her and set it back on the ledge, then bent down slightly to hoist her up. Her legs wrapped around his waist instinctively and she let out a small yelp when he took a step and her back made contact with the cold wall tiles. Y/N's arms circled his neck as he leaned deeper against her, his chest warm against hers. "You want me to fuck you like this?"

Still feeling starstruck, Y/N nodded, her eyes wide.

At this point, he could hear his blood pumping in his ears. Here she was, naked in front of him, practically pleading for him to touch her... and who in their right mind would say no to Y/N when she looked like that?

Lust was already clouding his senses. Underneath where he held Y/N his dick was almost fully hard now, aching slightly at the lack of friction and making his head spin. The only stability he had from the feeling was leaning against the wall as he effectively pinned her against it.

"Couldn't wait, huh?" He teased. Lowering her a bit, he let his cock glide in between her folds. His pace stayed slow and collected as he watched her chest rise and fall with each heavy breath. He wanted this just as badly as she did.

"You–fuck–you were teasing me," Y/N argued, but her protests fell short when he pulled his hips back to rub the head of his erection against her clit. She choked at the feeling and her throat tightened seeing him smirk at her. He knew exactly what she liked, where she liked it, how to make her squirm for him. That bastard.

Bakugou chuckled a bit. "How could I not? Look at you." He pressed his chest against hers once more and moved his head downward to kiss against her neck. "Didn't think you'd be so impatient."

He was frustrating her now. All he gave her was this gentle thrusting against her– no matter how much she wiggled or squirmed, he didn't go in, only adding to the burning need in her chest.

He made it worse when he stuck out his tongue and licked up her neck against her throat. The sensation made shivers rack through her body and his low laugh echoed right next to her ear. Her pussy was throbbing and convulsing around nothing at this point while he continued to rub against her entrance.

"I thought you said you would fuck me," She grunted in frustration.

Bakugou lifted his head up to look at her again. His gaze was heavy with lust; even though his teasing was relentless, he wanted this just as badly as she did, but his composure remained even as he lined up with her spasming hole. Y/N could tell he found this whole situation amusing. It was a game to him, and his power-hungry nature made it last so much longer.

When he finally pressed into her, they gasped into each others' open mouths. Her walls constricted around his dick and made him rest his head on her shoulder while he sucked in through his teeth. "Shit," he groaned. "Ease up, would you?"

"I–I can't," Y/N stammered. "...feels so good, Kat."

It was Katsuki's turn to shiver. The warm, wet feeling in her cunt never failed to have his eyes rolling back in his head. When he shifted to hold up her legs the friction had him seeing stars. Fuck.

Y/N's breathing was starting to pick up. He was finally inside of her, and the pressure was intoxicating; each involuntary clench of her pussy made warm waves of pleasure shoot straight up her body. To be honest, she would've forgotten they were in the shower if it weren't for Bakugou's unreasonably sexy wet hair. Each time his dick throbbed she could feel just how deep inside of her he was.

"Move," She mumbled.

"Impatient and demanding," He huffed, but his breathing was picking up just as much as hers was. He felt that same instinct to move but was holding back to push her into desperation. How could he not? She just looked so beautiful when she fell apart on his cock like this.

Since that night on the plane, a new hunger had settled deep inside Katsuki. Seeing her at that level of desire, high enough on the feeling to chant his name and beg for him, was a physiological need at this point. It teased the part of him that craved power– he, and he alone, had the ability to reduce Y/N to a crying mess from how good she felt.

"Move, please move. I can't take this," She begged. "Just fuck me already."

His dick got impossibly harder at his begging. "One more time. Beg one more time."

"You asshole! Please! I've been waiting all fucking day and–"

She stopped when he pulled back until just the tip was in her. Both of them looked down at where he was entering her and Bakugou let out a breathy laugh. "Fuck, that's hot. Hold on to me, alright sweetheart?"

Before she could even process that he'd called her 'sweetheart' again, Katsuki was pushing back inside of her until his pelvis was flush against her, enough to press against her clit and make her cry out. He did it repeatedly, each time making sure he was as deep as he could go and grinding against her.

Y/N was completely powerless. In this position, all she could do was hold on tighter as his pace picked up. She was trapped between him and the wall and it was a wonderful place to be. Each thrust reached exactly where she was craving him and she couldn't stop the gasps and whines that fell from her lips.

In this position she could hear him. She'd heard him during sex before, but not this easily– now, his lips were right next to her ear and each breathy moan was clear as day. Hearing him like this, groaning at the feeling of her, only made her quake against him. Both of them were too fucked out to care and it pushed them both higher.

"Couldn't wait until later, huh? Needed me to fuck you in the shower," he breathed. "Should've told me. Would've bent you over that shitty table and ruined you there." He was going faster now.

Y/N was barely able to formulate a response. "Y-you're the one who... who told me to– fuck– shower with you."

Bakugou didn't respond, he only laughed and pressed into her deeper to force out more of her desperate cries. Each noise he pushed from her spurned him on and only made him want her more, and the more he wanted her, the harder he fucked her. Her pussy clenched and spasmed around him as he bullied his way inside her. All she could do was whine while he completely unraveled her with his dick.

"You're so loud, Y/N. Neighbors are gonna hear. Like it that much?" His voice was condescending, making fun of her for being unable to control it.

"Peter's not home," Y/N gasped out between breaths.

Katsuki stopped, pulling out to the tip again, his blood boiling at Y/N referring to him. His expression was set in a deep glare.

"What? You're pissy cause I mentioned my f–"

Once again, Y/N was cut off, but this time his pace was unrelenting. She cried out and scratched down his back to try and cope with the new speed but he was angry and he was taking it out on her.

"You're gonna talk about another guy while I'm inside you?" He spat, still not letting up. "Bold, Tinkerbell."

"Don't be such a baby, Kat. Sh-shit, right there, keep going..."

He was almost upset that he was making her feel so good. Anger was still bubbling in his veins. He wanted to punish her somehow, but he was coming up blank, until...

"Fuck, I'm gonna cum," Y/N whined.

Bingo.

He pulled out of her completely, panting from the physical exertion.

Y/N gasped. "What the... what the fuck, Katsuki! I was so close–"

"I know. I'm making you wait," Bakugou lectured. He gently set her down and took a step back from her shaking body. The look she was giving him almost made him cave, but remembering her words brought back the angry fire.

He leaned one hand against the wall above her shoulder, and the other he wrapped around his wet cock and began stroking it in front of her. "Fuck," He groaned. Her slick along his length made the friction all too easy. It almost turned him on more to see how desperate she was for him to touch her again. "Maybe don't insult the man who can make you cum, huh? ...Shit, that's good."

"Wait, I didn't mean it. Just... touch me again," She groaned.

He tilted his head back as he let out his next satisfied sigh. "I don't think you mean it," He breathed as his hand continued to tug and stroke his dick. "Show me."

Y/N was groveling at this point, completely at his whim. In a final act of desperation she turned to face the wall and leaned against it with her palms splayed against the tiles. "C'mon, Kats. Please?"

Waiting was agony. When a dozen seconds passed she thought he might've actually called a quits, but then one of his hands squeezed the globe of her ass cheek and his tip pressed against her entrance. "You're lucky I'm pent up."

A sigh of relief spilt from her throat when he pushed inside of her again. This time, it took barely a few thrusts before she was meeting the edge. "I'm so close," She begged. "Don't stop this time, please."

"Fuck. I won't," He gasped. He couldn't if he wanted to at this point. That sweet release was calling to him now, and after a few more seconds he could feel her finishing around his cock as she cried out. It was enough to push him over the edge right after her and he used both hands to yank her flush against him, his hips grinding as deep as he was able while his release took over.

He keeled over at the sensation and pressed his forehead to her back while his dick throbbed and emptied inside of her. His vision started to go too, the pleasure making him have to grapple for his balance. It was always pure ecstasy inside of her warm cunt.

When he was sure Y/N's orgasm was finished, he pulled out of her with a soft pop and chuckled lightly at the mess. "Guess we gotta wash up again, huh?"

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Just stared reading The Tinker 2 days ago, and let me tell you, I'm fucking obsessed

So I wanted to ask, do you ming drawing how you pictured y/n in the black dress, which first appeared in The Fairy Godmother?

I'm more than halfway through the story, also if I'm not bothering you with the question, is it already decided with who the next fic will be? Cuz I can't find the announcement with the options lol

omg you're so right I HAVE to draw that :o

Once I finish I'll reblog with the art! The next story is gonna be Kirishima x Reader :)

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Content Warning: Oral (female receiving), Intoxication, Penetration, Domination, Multiple Orgasms

Insatiable

[The Tinker, chapter 92]

"I don't feel anything," Y/N said. "Maybe everyone online is just dramatic."

"Could be," Bakugou shrugged. "Or maybe this bottle's a fluke."

The two of them sat on the floor of the plane, Y/N leaning her back against the wall and Bakugou against the couch. They weren't quite sure what else to do– it didn't feel right to be apart, so they'd decided to stay in the common area while they waited for the effects to hit, but they both were too nervous to get too close to one another. If the internet was correct, it might be a good idea to start at a safe distance.

Katsuki had put headphones in to try and attempt a minor distraction. In all honesty, he wasn't really listening– his mind was busy swirling with the anxiety of what was going to happen next. Unlike Y/N, he had taken the recommended dose, and it was a few minutes after her too.

Whatever he was going to feel would only be a fraction of what she would; but he wanted it that way. Online sources said that for men the love potion would eliminate the refractory period. That was why he'd taken those 3 drops: no refractory period meant he could help her as long as she needed, and he wanted to help as much as he could.

"Maybe we should eat," Y/N suggested. "If it's anything like alcohol, food could minimize the effects. I've got stuff in my bag... we can eat that so we don't have to order from the attendants." She climbed to her feet and stepped over Katsuki to grab her bag on the dining table.

As she passed, Katsuki caught the smallest whiff of her perfume as he breathed in. Wow. Had she always had that? It smelled amazing. He blinked a few times as he exhaled.

Y/N rustled through her backpack and pulled out a small bag of plane snacks. "Probably not as good as what the attendants could get us, but I don't wanna risk calling them in," She muttered. "C'mere, take your pick."

Bakugou obeyed, standing up and turning to sit on the couch with her. He hadn't meant to, but when he sat down he was much closer than intended– that sweet smell of her perfume was stronger now. He blinked a few times again to try and remember what she had said. Candy. He was picking candy.

"I've got suckers, chips... granola bars..." She stopped moving for a moment and looked up at him. "Damn, are you wearing cologne?"

"No," He huffed. "Are you wearing perfume?"

"No."

The silence stretched out while they stared at each other, unmoving. Katsuki was the first to break away from her gaze. "I'm not hungry." He slumped down into the couch and closed his eyes a bit to at least try and focus on his music.

"Suit yourself." Y/N dug out a sucker, ripping off the wrapped and popping it into her mouth. "I don't think the effects are that bad. I mean, you smell nice, but I think that's it so far. I feel pretty good."

Bakugou's chest was starting to feel a bit odd. His breathing had picked up, he was noticing that now– and his heart was pounding faster than normal. His adrenaline was up.

Y/N moved to the couch across from him to try and keep her distance. It had already been thirty minutes, but she didn't want to be blindsided by the effects– from her or from him. Neither of them knew what to expect.

Katsuki's eyes weren't closed anymore. He sat up slowly, unable to pry his eyes away from Y/N– specifically her mouth. She was on her phone now and didn't notice his staring, which caused a small shiver to run up his spine when her tongue lolled out of her mouth to lick up the flat loli.

He felt like a pervert, but no matter what he told himself he was unable to look away. Each time her tongue flicked over the sweet treat, an odd sensation surged through his veins and made him cross his arms tighter.

"Stop it," He muttered impatiently.

Y/N looked up from her phone, oblivious before but now understanding what was happening. "Shit. Bad choice on my part, sorry," She said, tossing it into the nearby trash can. This time, she didn't go back to her phone; she met his gaze and pulled her legs up onto the couch with her. "Do you... feel anything?"

"I dunno," He lied. "Do you?"

"I guess it feels a little hot in here. Is that just me?"

Bakugou shook his head. "No, it's hot," he agreed. He sat up a bit to shrug off his jacket.

The action made Y/N dizzy. All at once, the potion seemed to take its effect– her muscles felt weaker and a long shiver ran all the way through her body. Her heart began to race when she saw Bakugou's arms flex under his shirt as he tossed his jacket.

Y/N swore she could physically feel the potion seep into her bloodstream and spread to through her. It was warm– no, it was hot as her body pumped it to every extremity. Her breathing picked up and she couldn't help but squeeze her thighs together; but the friction made her shiver again. "Shit. I think I need a minute," She said under her breath, hopping up from the couch and making her way to the bathroom.

Bakugou wasn't doing much better. In an attempt to dull the sensations he pushed himself further into the couch, but it only made him feel more hot; with Y/N out of the room, he ripped his shirt off over his head and tossed it aside with his jacket.

The thrumming of the potion in his body was making his head cloudy. Whatever anxiety he'd felt before was long gone, now replaced with a heavy need. This was a lot stronger than he thought it was gonna be. Bakugou moved to the edge of the couch and leaned forward onto his knees with his elbows, running his fingers through his hair repeatedly to try and shake the relentless heat spreading across his face.

He didn't expect to feel so dazed. A few deep breaths didn't help– in fact, it only seemed to aid the surge of sensitivity that racked his body. When the wave hit his dick, he doubled over with a shaky breath.

Bakugou sat back, which he regretted almost immediately. The friction from his movement sent a jolt of red hot pleasure through his body and his jaw dropped open in a soft moan when he reached down to palm his erection. Fuck, the relief was indescribable. No way was he gonna be able to pull his hand away. Thank God Y/N wasn't here to see that he–

Y/N. Shit. Was she okay?

~~~

Funny enough, Y/N had also taken her shirt off. And her pants. The heat that seemed to radiate from her body somehow wasn't apparent in her reflection aside from her flushed face. How was there not a single drop of sweat? She wished she could sweat right now– then maybe she could fucking cool off.

Y/N gripped the edge of the counter as her body heaved with every breath and nudged the bathroom door open with her foot in hopes that a draft might enter the little room. Nope, it was hot out there too, and heating up as every second passed. Jesus Christ.

With nothing else helping, Y/N slumped to the floor with her back pressed against the counter. There was no way she was going to be able to ignore the feeling between her legs for much longer. She'd never experienced arousal at this level. It was primal, desperate, and unavoidable– at this point, there was really only one way to solve it.

She finally let her hand snake down her body, even the sensation from that making her breathing pick up again. When her fingers barely brushed her clit, even over her panties, her body seized up and she cried out. Loud. How could one small touch feel that overwhelming?

Before she could continue, she saw Bakugou's hand grip the side of the door and slide it open the rest of the way, both of them now having a clear view of each other. It felt like ages that he stood there, staring at her with his chest rising and falling.

"Why the hell aren't you wearing a shirt? Are you trying to torture me?" Y/N whined. She closed her eyes and turned away to try and avoid the onslaught of hormones from seeing his bare chest.

Bakugou took another shaky breath. "It hit you too, huh?"

Katsuki's voice seemed to bounce around in her head and heighten the arousal she felt. Now it was getting physically difficult to breathe, and the heat was reaching unbearable heights. "It's hot," She gasped out. "Fuck. It hurts."

"It's hurting you?" When she looked at him this time, he was holding each side of the doorway, watching her closely with concern. Bakugou had always been attractive– he was physically fit with a wickedly beautiful face, and his mannerisms only added to the dominance he exuded. It's everything her body told her she needed right now. The hormones coursing through her surged when he said, "Let me take care of you, Tinkerbell."

Y/N clawed at her skin. Now that she had seen him, there was no alternative. It had to be him. Her body craved him in every sense; his voice, his warmth, his body– he could take care of her. He could fix this. He could end the unbearable heat and make her feel better. Y/N wasn't sure if it was the potion, but she trusted him more in that moment than she ever had. "Help me," She begged.

It was all the confirmation Katsuki needed. He fell to his knees and crawled over her shaking body. "I'm going to make the pain stop," He promised, holding the back of her neck and peppering soft kisses over her face. "I'm gonna make you feel good, baby. Promise."

His lips made her delirious. "Can you stand?" She heard him ask. She could only shake her head no in response, worrying that they wouldn't be able to continue, but the ground disappeared from under her and she realized he had lifted her up. Y/N wanted to look at him desperately but she was far too dizzy.

He set her down in a standing position in front of the sink, but his arms were still wrapped tightly around her waist for support. "Find your legs, Tinkerbell," He whispered. "Bend over for me."

At the promise of relief, Y/N was able to rest her weight against the countertop with her elbows. His fingertips danced across her bare stomach and she almost moaned when he said, "There you go. Hold still, alright?"

She couldn't have moved if she wanted to– she was surprised that he was even able to get her to stand on her feet. Her body ached with desperation at how slowly everything was unfolding. "Kat," She groaned impatiently.

"I know," He said. He hooked his fingers into the sides of her panties and slid them down her legs, a string of her slick connecting to the fabric and making Bakugou exhale shakily in anticipation. Once her panties reached her ankles he lifted her foot to fully remove them and toss them to the side.

Y/N gasped when she felt his hands hold the back of her thighs firmly before spreading them open, making her lower a bit until her stomach touched the cold marble of the counter. The cold air against her sopping wet cunt made her shiver involuntarily. Anticipation churned in her stomach as she waited.

"Katsuki, I need– Ohhhh shit," She moaned.

Somewhere in the back of her mind where the rest of her conscious thoughts were she had assumed he was going to fuck her against the counter, but instead of his cock she felt his tongue glide up through the folds of her pussy.

The relief was explosive and immediate– without warning and without another touch, she was cumming. Bakugou stared in awe as Y/N convulsed in front of him. Unable to help himself, he used his thumbs to pull apart her folds and watch her hole spasm around nothing. "Kat," Y/N whined. "I think... I think I need–"

He wasn't listening. Overpowered by his own lust and the need to watch it happen again, he closed his mouth around her entire heat and started again, letting his tongue glide through her slick with ease and lap it into his mouth to taste.

Peaches. The potion made her taste like peaches.

Bakugou's eyes nearly rolled to the back of his head as he continued. He could feel her squirming and panting above him, so he gripped her hips hard to hold her still as he licked and tasted every part of her cunt. She was downright addictive– this was dangerous. He could spend hours with his face in between her legs.

Once again without warning, Y/N came undone from his mouth, and Katsuki slipped his tongue as deep as he could to feel her walls clench around him mercilessly. He was pretty sure it was the hottest thing she'd ever done, finishing on his tongue like that. He was becoming ravenous for this.

When he pulled away from her for a breath he couldn't stop the groan from slipping past his slick-covered lips. "Do that again," He ordered, this time using his hand to rub tight circles against her clit, and she did as he commanded; just in time, he pushed his tongue back inside her.

She was powerless to stop him as she clenched and tightened around him once more, the orgasm even more powerful than the last with the stimulation to her clit. He was free to live out his sick fantasies with her pussy, and she couldn't be more relieved to let him as the pleasure washed over her in waves.

"I... I need you deeper," She begged. It didn't matter that she'd already cum three times; in her lust ridden body it still felt like she needed to finish. Relief was temporary and explosive, but the unrelenting need always rose back to the surface. Her insides throbbed mercilessly around his tongue as her legs shook.

Y/N felt two fingers slide into her pussy with ease and her eyes squeezed shut at the intrusion. There was no pain, only the spasming of her walls around him as he felt around inside her.

She whimpered when Bakugou pulled his fingers apart in a scissor motion to stretch her further. The motion made her body tense against him, but he didn't seem to notice. In the mirror she could see him staring right at her cunt in a way that could only be described as pure desire. Bakugou's fingers bent at the knuckle and he moved around to find that spot she loved.

When he found it, Y/N gasped and he responded with a wicked grin. "There it is," He said lowly, beginning to piston his fingers in and out to rub against the spot repeatedly. "Right here? Does that feel good, sweetheart?"

The sensation on its own had almost sent her towards her next orgasm, but the pet name falling from Bakugou's lips was what pushed her over the edge again. It was so unnatural to hear him use terms of endearment but it was such a turn on. "God, you get so tight when you finish," Katsuki gushed, not letting up on his ministrations and instead going harder to make her orgasm last longer. "Fuck. There we go."

At this point it was clear that Katsuki was doing this much more for himself than he was for Y/N. He was fulfilling his needs even more than hers, regardless of her countless orgasms– he hadn't finished once but was more riled up than he'd ever been.

He could do whatever he wanted to her helpless little cunt, and he was getting off on it, too.

Somehow Y/N was able to push herself up and off the counter to turn around and look at him. "Bedroom," Was all she could say before her muscles started giving up again. Katsuki was quick; be bent down and hoisted her weak body over his shoulder without hesitation and walked them into the other room.

After lowering her onto the bed, Bakugou finally pressed his lips to hers with a sigh. "You taste like heaven, you know that? Lemme taste you again," He said, about to move his head back between her legs, but Y/N grabbed his jaw and pulled him back up.

"I need you to fuck me. I need your dick this time," She said. "Please."

He almost didn't listen– he was in a frenzy of sorts, desperate to pry her legs apart again and devour more of her– but the look of sheer desperation in her eyes sent a wave of desire right to his throbbing cock. He'd gotten used to the ache while he'd eaten her out, but with her words he realized just how badly he wanted to feel her cum on his dick instead.

Bakugou nodded at her and she released him, allowing him to sit back and pull his raging hard on from his pants, giving it a few pumps before doubling over at the sensation. He'd almost forgotten how significantly the potion impacted his sensitivity. A shiver ran up his spine and he choked out a moan in front of her.

"Kat, hurry," She begged.

Katsuki grabbed Y/N's thighs and yanked her onto his lap to line his cock up with her dripping entrance. Rubbing the tip against her throbbing hole made a smile form across his dangerously handsome face. As lovely as it would be to tease her, he knew now wasn't the time– he pushed inside of her slowly, crawling on top of her as he did so and watching her face contort in relief.

"Does that feel good, baby? Can you feel my dick in you?" He rocked into her and she moaned against his lips in desperation. "Aw, don't get shy on me now. Do you like my cock?"

Once again, Y/N didn't respond, much too overwhelmed at the pleasure he was forcing her into. "Pretty girl. Going dumb on my cock, arentcha?" He teased, kissing the tip of her nose gently before rocking into her again. "Good girl. Y'look so beautiful like this."

Y/N wasn't quite sure what he was saying; she only knew that each word seemed to send her spiraling deeper and deeper into the sensations, making her clench and throb as he worked his way in and out of her wet cunt.

Katsuki picked up the pace, but this time he hooked his arms under her thighs and pulled them up by her chest, trapping her against the bed as he plunged his cock deeper and deeper inside her. "Fuck, you got tight. You like when I split you open like this, pretty girl?"

She cried out in response when he started thrusting harder. "W-wait, Kats, I think I'm gonna cum again–"

"There she is," He teased. "Thought I lost ya there. You wanna cum for me?"

Y/N nodded frantically which only spurred him on. He pushed against her legs harder to keep her still and kicked into high gear, going so deep he swore he was in her stomach. The angle had Y/N seeing stars and he didn't let up, even when her orgasm came crashing down and made her clamp hard against his dick like a vice.

The clenching of her walls sent Katsuki spiraling into his own orgasm, his hips seizing as his cock pumped out rope after rope of his cum into her spasming cunt; he came so hard he nearly lost consciousness from the pleasure.

A moment later Bakugou was panting for air, trying to recover a bit. Y/N was breathing just as desperately but still looking a bit dazed. Her chest rose and fell over the passing seconds and seeing her like this was doing things to him again. When he shifted his hips he felt the cum seeping out around his dick while her pussy continued to flutter around him.

That was enough to awaken his arousal once more and Bakugou wanted to sing praises to whoever made that fucking potion. Ever so gently he began moving back and forth, the mixture of his cum and her slick letting him push back inside her with ease. He moved to perch above her again. "How are you feelin, love? Do you want me to stop?"

Still a bit delirious, Y/N shook her head no. "Keep going," She breathed.

And they did.

For the next several hours, Bakugou ruined her over and over again, and each time she came with a cry of his name. It woke a part of Katsuki that he didn't realize was there– an insatiable need to force her into overwhelming pleasure as many times as he was able. Each time she cried out for him or grabbed at him desperately, it made his cock stiffen up again and he couldn't help but wreck her insides once more.

Katsuki took overwhelming pride in his ability to do this to her. Potion or not, he knew this need to please her and make her scream for him wasn't ever going to fade. For hours he used his dick, his hands, and his hips to send her into total explosive bliss. He'd lost count of the amount of orgasms they both had– dozens, probably, and it didn't end until the early hours of the next morning.

When the potion had finally subsided, the two of them were barely able to move from exhaustion, but that didn't stop Bakugou from carrying her to the shower with sore arms and making sure to hold her up under the stream of hot water. Without a word spoken between them, Katsuki washed and dried the both of them before laying her down gently under the satin bedspread.

He kissed her forehead before climbing in next to her, pulling her against him as they drifted off to the deepest sleep of their lives.

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Be Gentle

[The Tinker, chapter 88]

Fuck. Finally, Bakugou thought.

How long had it been since he'd been able to kiss her? Really kiss her? The hospital seemed years ago, and it only felt longer when he realized how much he'd missed this. Kissing rules. Is that why all those extras are constantly down each others' throats? Yeah, he couldn't blame them now. He'd missed her more than he could say.

With one hand supporting behind her head and the other around her waist, Bakugou pulled his girlfriend in tighter. The kiss had started gently, and he knew it should stay that way to avoid exacerbating her injury, but damn was it getting hard to hold back. When he let his hands wander downwards to grip her hips and yank her closer to him, Y/N hissed slightly.

"Gotta be gentle, Kat," She reminded him softly. Her voice drifted into his head and did all sorts of evil things to the rest of his body. Everything about her made him ache with desire.

"Fuck, I'm... trying," He grumbled, trying not to show his frustration. Damn his rough movements– he really was trying, honest, but the excitement kept building and nearly forcing his body to get closer, tighter, touch her more and more...

Y/N couldn't fight back the small grin on her lips at Bakugou's struggle. It was... almost cute to see him like this; just barely on the edge of desperation. She wanted to see more of that side of him.

When she wrapped her arms around Bakugou's neck to pull him lower, moving her kisses to his cheek and then his neck, Katsuki started feeling a bit dizzy. It felt like the floor was spinning around him when her lips pressed softly into the muscle between his neck and shoulder.

"Fuck, I wanna..." He started. He was struggling to find the words. "I–I need more. Can we... can we go to–"

"Yes," Y/N whispered in between kisses. "But you gotta–"

As gently as Bakugou was able (which wasn't very), he wrapped his hands around Y/N's thighs and pulled her up so she was wrapped around his waist.

Shit. His dick, which was now really hard, pressed right in between her legs and the pressure had him seeing stars. An involuntary shiver ran down his spine as he carried his girlfriend into his old dorm room, using his leg to close the door behind him. He couldn't help but be in a hurry– after approaching his old bed, he let her drop onto the mattress below– and she yelped in pain.

Fuck.

"Oh shit, I totally– Fuck. Are you okay?" Dammit, Katsuki, he thought to himself. Gentle. Be gentle, goddammit.

Y/N's held the side of her head tenderly. "All good," She said through a grimace. "Gentle isn't really your forte, is it Kat?"

Guilt made his stomach drop a bit. "Dammit," he muttered. "We can't do this.I can't do this." His arms were on either side of her but he lowered his head, unable to look her in the face.

Y/N rolled her eyes. "Relax, I'm fine. Just... slow down a bit."

"I..." Bakugou felt his cheeks getting a bit warm and he turned to look at the wall. "I dunno if I can like... hold back. I dunno if I can be gentle," He said breathlessly, his eyes darting to her for a moment to gauge her reaction. "Not when you uh... look... like this."

Y/N didn't want that comment to do things to her, but it did. Bakugou was having a hard time controlling himself, and it was... hot. It was really hot.

"If you can't, then I can."

Bakugou looked at her this time but his eyebrows were squinted in suspicion. "Huh?"

Y/N wrapped her arms around his neck this time, causing another jolt to run downward. "Lemme be on top. If I'm on top, I can choose the pace, I can–"

"No," He interrupted before thinking.

Y/N huffed in annoyance. "Katsuki, you can't always be in control."

"Why the hell not?"

There was a pause before Y/N responded. "Alright," She sighed. "It's okay. You're not ready. We'll do somethin else, alright?" Y/N gave his chin a quick kiss, unable to reach his lips from this angle.

Before Bakugou could protest, she was shifting off the bed and crawled over to the small TV on his floor. "Imma go grab my switch, we can play some minecraft again. I still wanna find a cat. There are some in villages near our base, so if we..."

Katsuki was definitely not listening. Wait. Wait a second. He didn't want to stop. He just... needed a minute to think it through. Yeah, that's it. He just needed to process... what it would be like.

Y/N's hand was on the doorknob when he finally spoke up. "Wait," He grunted.

She turned to look at him but didn't let go of the door. "Wassup? Not feeling Minecraft?" Y/N glanced at her watch briefly. "I guess it's kinda late, huh? Maybe we just–"

"I don't like when I'm not in control."

Y/N stared at him, hoping he'd elaborate on whatever the fuck he was talking about. "Uh... huh?"

"But maybe... maybe I can, if..." He stuffed his hands in his pockets to try and ease his discomfort after being so honest. "If it's you."

She seemed to catch on now. She crossed her arms over her chest. "I'm not interested if you're not gonna like it."

"I would. With you, I... think I would."

Y/N's eyes squinted a bit in suspicion. "I dunno if I buy it. You sure, Kat?"

"Don't make me say it again," He grumbled. He couldn't stand how vulnerable this felt and the idea of expressing more made him feel physically ill. The blush on his cheeks was spreading to his neck now. Ugh, he looked adorable.

The silence that followed did nothing to make him feel better. Katsuki couldn't figure out where the hell he should be looking– it was too much to look her in the eye, but looking away felt cowardly.

"Get on the bed," Y/N said. It almost seemed like she was gauging his reaction.

Fighting pretty much every instinct Katsuki had built up over his 18 years, he obeyed, and backed up until his legs hit the mattress and he sat. He leaned back against his hands to avoid the decision of what he was supposed to do with them.

Bakugou watched, chest pounding, as Y/N made her way over to him and slowly straddled his lap, looking down at him. "This is gonna be slow," She breathed. "A lot slower than you're used to." Her head tilted a bit to the side and it made his breath catch in his throat. "Will you be able to handle it?"

"Can you just fucking touch me already?" He grunted. Her weight on his dick was making him throb impatiently. Maybe h ecouldn't handle it.

"Yes or no, Kat?"

"Yes. Fuck, just... just do something." His fingers itched to touch her– he could physically feel the nitroglycerin building in his palms with anticipation.

Finally, fucking finally, Y/N reached down to pull off her shirt. Bakugou could barely breathe when she reached down again to do the same to him. After the fabric slipped over his head his body tensed at the newfound sensation. He spent a few minutes letting his eyes drift over her body, wanting to memorize how she looked right now. "Can I take your bra off?"

Y/N smiled slightly and nodded at him, impressed at how polite and docile he was being. When his warm fingers brushed against her skin to unclip the item of clothing she inhaled sharply, which didn't go unnoticed. Bakugou smirked at her reaction before tossing her bra onto the ground.

This time, Bakugou didn't ask beforehand– he put his hands on her hips and let them glide upward as he leaned in to kiss her again– and just like their last kiss, he couldn't satiate his hunger for her. He nipped at her bottom lip to ask for access, and when her mouth opened slightly he let his tongue wander against hers.

Dammit, he was getting really good at kissing.

Bakugou's thumbs flicked against her nipples as he groaned into her mouth. Her hips shifted and he could barely help the way his hips jolted up to gain more friction; but it wasn't enough.

Katsuki's hands moved back to Y/N's hips as he began guiding her back and forth along his hard cock, and he wished desperately that there weren't so many layers between them.

Y/N seemed to agree, immediately sitting up to slip off her pants. Her panties followed after and he bit his lip when he got to see her this bare. That familiar rush of adrenaline made its way through his body as his chest started to rise and fall quickly– his thoughts were disappearing now, too. All that was in his head was Y/N, Y/N, Y/N, repeating like a goddamn prayer in his mind.

"You too," She said. "Take 'em off."

Bakugou knew he looked too eager when he pulled his pants off in a hurry, but he was getting to the point where he didn't really care. He remembered this feeling– his mind emptying as his actions were dictated almost entirely by how desperately he wanted his dick inside of her. She knew it, too, and was toying with him.

"Get back here please," He said impatiently, grabbing her hand to guide her back onto his lap.

She was going to quip back and tell him how much she liked hearing him say please, but when her thighs touched his as she sat, the reminder at just how warm his skin was shocked her out of it.

He put one hand under her thigh and the other behind her back as he pulled her tighter against him. "That's better," He whispered. He nearly jumped out of his skin when she grabbed his shoulders and began grinding against him again– this time with no layers of clothes between them.

Bakugou started panting at the feeling of his aching cock rubbing between her lower lips, back and forth, over and over again.Holy shit, this was heaven. Holy fucking shit.

That was when Bakugou started feeling powerless to what Y/N wanted from him, and he... liked it. She was using his dick to get off and it was one of the hottest things he had ever seen– but it was also starting to make him antsy. "Holy shit," He gasped. "Holy shit, Tinkerbell... you're this wet?"

Y/N couldn't help but cry out when his hands returned to her hips, trying to make her move faster along his rock hard cock. "There we go. Fuck. You look so fucking pretty grinding on me. Holy shit..." His words morphed into a groan as his head tilted back and his eyes squeezed shut.

Every little whine and gasp that came out of Y/N's mouth seemed to make his hips move faster and his grip tighten. His arm shot out to grab the back of her neck and pull her closer so he could leave sloppy kisses along her neck, his other hand still guiding Y/N back and forth along his length. "Fuck. Lemme... lemme put it in," Bakugou groaned. "Lemme put my dick in you, please?"

"God, I like when you say please," Y/N breathed out.

"Please, please, please," He begged. "I'll be gentle, I promise. Please lemme put it in." He sounded desperate at this point, but once again, he didn't really care. Not when she felt this good dragging her wet pussy against his erection.

Y/N halted her movements and Bakugou nearly moaned in desperation. He put his hands back on the sheets, gripping them in anticipation while Y/N sat up on her knees. "Katsuki," She said. He looked into her eyes, both of them flushed and panting. "Hold still, okay?"

Holy fuck, holy fuck, holy fuck.

Every muscle in Bakugou's body was clenched hard to keep himself from acting rashly. Don't move, he told himself. Don't fuck this up.

Y/N's fingers wrapped around his cock delicately, making Bakugou shiver as she pressed his tip against her entrance. A drop of her slick made its way down his dick and it took every fiber of his being not to pull her down onto him.

Instinctually his hand went to hold her hip, but with her other hand she snatched his wrist and held him there. "What did I say, Kat?" She said slowly, still not looking away from where they were about to join.

Before he could protest, Y/N finally lowered herself, his dick slipping in with ease at how wet she was. "Oh, f-fuuuckkk," He moaned, unable to stop himself. Once his entire length was inside of her, Y/N sighed out in relief at the intrusion.

"God, your dick feels good," She gasped. "Don't move."

He didn't. He stayed motionless while his entire body screamed at him to grab her and fuck her properly, fuck her deep and hard like he wanted. But he wasn't in charge this time.

Eventually, Y/N started moving; and when she did, Bakugou felt like his entire lower body was on fire. The pleasure was otherworldly. He felt his dick pulse and throb as she raised and lowered herself on him over and over again. He yanked his wrist out of her grasp and with both hands gripped the sheets for dear life.

"Breathe, baby."

Had she said something? Bakugou was pretty sure she did, but whatever it was couldn't be as important as what he was experiencing in that second on his cock. Everything was starting to go white.

A few taps of Y/N's hand against his cheek seemed to bring him back. "Kat, baby, you gotta breathe," He heard her say. Without thinking he started gasping for air– had he really not been breathing? Bakugou heard himself now, panting loudly. With his lungs no longer burning he started moaning.

Y/N's motions didn't stop, and they certainly didn't speed up. Katsuki looked down at where he was entering her and his body shivered at the unholy sight.

"Hey, are you okay?" Y/N's voice sounded miles away. The ringing in his ears from the overwhelming sensations were almost deafening. What did she say?

Then her motions stopped and he groaned. "Nonono, don't stop," He groaned in desperation. His hands seemed to come back to life and he grabbed her waist, the warmth making Y/N's eyes flutter shut as she sighed. "I'll go slow, I just need... shit..."

"Wait. If we..." Y/N interrupted. She grabbed Katsuki's shoulders and rotated both of them, then pushed him down to lay flat on the mattress. His head landed on his pillow as she'd planned and he took several deep breaths as she propped her arms up by his head, looking directly down at him. Then, she sank down again until he was fully inside her.

Bakugou's eyes nearly rolled back in his head at the sensation. "God, Y/N, you... you feel so perfect," He groaned. With his hands he lifted her off his cock slightly, then began slowly thrusting into her warm cunt. "Holy fuck..."

Y/N didn't mind him taking over like this, not when he looked this desperate. Bakugou's mouth hung open and his brow furrowed into the most beautiful, fucked-out expression she'd ever seen.

Katsuki's dick was pushing inside at the perfect angle, not letting up against that perfect spot that had her whining above him. "Does that feel good? Right here?" He panted. "Should I keep fucking you right here?" He ended his statement with several punctuated thrusts against her G spot and she nearly screamed at how good it felt.

"Shit. You look so pretty when I fuck this spot," He teased. "Should I keep goin?"

"God, yes," Y/N cried.

Confidence surged through Katsuki's veins and one of his hands left her hips to grab her jaw and force her to look at him. "Say please."

Y/N was too close to orgasm to care that he'd stolen the power back. Her core tightened in desperation. "Please, please don't stop–"

"Again."

"Katsuki, please make me cum, please–"

Bakugou was getting close too, but he wanted to feel her finish first. He let go of her chin and grabbed her hips once more, and instead of speeding up, he made his thrusts stronger and deeper, making sure to abuse the spot inside her that turned her into a mess.

"I'm close," Y/N whined. "Keep going, keep going, don't stop–"

"That's it, lemme feel you cum on me."

And she did. Y/N's orgasm ripped through her, her cunt tightening and pulsing on Katsuki's dick. It was unrelenting– there was nothing she could do as he pushed himself as deep as he could go to heighten her orgasm. Her legs shook while her pussy choked out her boyfriend's cock.

Feeling her cum on him was enough to send him right over the edge behind her. His lower body went rigid and seized, Y/N's walls milking him for all he was worth. "Fuck– Fuck, I'm cumming," He moaned. His cum pumped inside of her and painted her insides with his seed during what was easily the most euphoric orgasm of his life. His hips involuntarily thrusted one, two, three more times, both of their releases making it all too easy to glide in and out of her.

When he finally let go of her hips, Y/N leaned her head back and panted to try and get enough air again. "Holy shit."

His dick finally stopped throbbing inside of her and he closed his eyes in exhaustion. "Yeah... holy shit."

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Heaven & Head

[The Tinker, chapter 70]

Y/N felt a bit self conscious. Her oil-stained overalls weren't exactly screaming sex appeal and neither was her unkempt hair. She looked down at herself apprehensively.

Bakugou noticed. "What? Wanna stop?" He froze above her with a frown.

"No, I just... my clothes are gross."

Katsuki smirked at her and rolled her eyes. "'S okay, Tinkerbell, you won't be wearing them much longer." Without another word he continued his advance and unclipped her overalls, sliding them down her legs as she felt her body heating up at his words. "Better."

Now she was in a T-shirt and panties, suddenly feeling very self conscious of how wet she was. She clamped her legs together with a nervous look on her face, but Bakugou only shook his head at her.

"Nuh uh. Nice try, sweetheart." He gripped her knees and spread her open as she turned her head away. She felt dizzy with how vulnerable she was; her breathing was picking up and so was her body temperature.

He grabbed the side of her face and turned her head to face him. "Look at me," He demanded. "Want you to watch what I'm gonna do."

Y/N's eyes widened at his words and he smirked at her reaction, pulling her up with both hands and kissing just under her jaw. The kisses were slow and rough as he pressed his lips repeatedly to her skin, slowly making his way down her neck. When he reached the spot above her collarbone he nipped and sucked at the sensitive skin making her shiver.

Just as she was feeling relaxed again, Bakugou grabbed her bra and yanked it off of her chest with a devious look in his eye.

"Are you fucking kidding me? Stop destroying my clothes," Y/N snapped. "I'm not rich."

"Shut it. I told you, I'll pay you back," He retorted, but his eyes weren't looking at her face when he said it. He was staring right at chest with a hungry expression. He bent down and immediately put one of her nipples in his mouth and sucked. Hard. His hand was pinching and twisting the other making her squirm in his touch.

"Stop it," She groaned. "Touch me already."

"Jesus, you're always so impatient. Can't you just be fucking grateful?"

"It's my birthday, I'm allowed to be impatient."

Bakugou pulled back and stared at her before smirking. "You wanna be impatient? Fine."

Y/N was surprised when instead of leaning forward Katsuki climbed off of her and knelt down on the floor. "The hell? What are you--"

She was interrupted when Bakugou grabbed the hems of her panties and yanked them off her legs, once again grabbing her legs and forcing them open wide. Y/N yelped in surprise but he ignored her; he hooked his arms under her knees and yanked her to the edge of the mattress. He was now face to face with her pussy.

"W-wait, are you gonna-- Bakugou, you can't just--"

He didn't even start slow. In a second his mouth was on her, his warm tongue gliding up her slit as she cried out.

"Fuck! Wait!" She begged. "That's too much, it--"

Bakugou growled at her. "Not enough, then too much. You don't know what the hell you want, Tinkerbell." He pressed his mouth to her again and this time didn't pull back when she yelped.

Y/N was short circuiting. She had never had anybody go down on her before, and this was happening so quickly; and Bakugou was fucking relentless.

His tongue glided up and down the outside, brushing against her folds as she stammered above him. It wasn't enough-- he needed more. A lot more. He used his hands to push her legs open wider and his fingers to pry apart her lips as he dove in again.

Y/N almost screamed. The stimulation was insane. Every nerve was on fire and sending a million signals to her brain as his tongue was now tracing from her entrance to her clit and back again. Over and over and over. He wasn't gentle, either-- it was Bakugou, so of course it wasn't. It was unrelenting and overwhelming and so fucking good.

Bakugou noticed her jolting when his tongue reached her clit. He smiled wickedly and wrapped his lips around the bud, flicking his tongue over it repeatedly and sucking it to make her squeal.

Now this was new. He'd seen Y/N in pleasure before, but never like this. She was thrashing underneath him and gripping at whatever she could find. She couldn't control her body or the sounds coming out of her mouth, that much was clear. This kind of power was dangerous for him. He was getting ridiculously hard just from seeing how much control he had.

He fucking loved it.

Katsuki gripped her thighs tighter and yanked her closer as she clamped her legs around his head. Okay, that was hot.

Another jolt ran down to his dick as he pushed his tongue past her entrance making her cry out again and squeeze her thighs around him tighter.

Is this what heaven was like?

He used his tongue to slide in and out of her, poking and prodding at her walls with the wet muscle. His nose bumped against her clit as he buried himself deeper against her; Y/N thrashed and moaned above him and his eyes could've rolled back from how much he was enjoying this-- fuck, his pants were way too tight.

With one hand he unbuttoned his jeans and pulled out his dick from his underwear. It had been a long time since he'd been this hard; it was throbbing in his hand as he gripping himself and went back to giving Y/N heaven with his tongue.

"Jesus, Kat, I can't do this much longer or I'm gonna lose it," She stuttered. Her voice was hoarse from desperation and Bakugou was pretty sure he'd never seen anything hotter.

Bakugou chuckled darkly and spat into his hand before spreading her legs apart again, this time licking and sucking with new motivation. Y/N could tell he had no intention of stopping. His mouth was targeting her clit and she saw his hand move down to grab his cock.

Katsuki could get used to this. He was devouring her like a man starved. He rubbed himself and grinded into his fist as he ruined her with his tongue-- but he wanted more. He wanted to watch her come undone and he wasn't going to stop until she did.

She was close, he could tell. When his tongue pressed inside of her entrance he could feel her tightening and her moans were growing louder the more he licked at her clit. Her entire body was tensing up around him as he jerked off his cock. Fuck, was he going to cum from eating her out?

Yeah, he was.

"Kat, if you don't slow down I'm gonna--"

"Do it," He hissed, pulling away momentarily. "Cum for me."

When his mouth returned to her clit and sucked hard, Y/N's thighs clenched around Bakugou's head. She shrieked as she rode out her high. Seeing Y/N in this much pleasure was overwhelming, and her thighs were definitely making it hard to keep it together. Did he have a thing for thighs?

He followed her right over the edge and groaned into her pussy as he lost control of his cock, cumming all over the floor. His hand ran up and down his dick as he rode out his high and helped Y/N come down from hers.

Bakugou finally pulled away, gasping for breath. He leaned back against his hands and tilted his head back to recover. When he looked back up at her, Y/N looked absolutely blissed out. Her cheeks were red and her panting still hadn't died down.

"How the fuck did you do that?" She whimpered. "The fuck was that? That was..." Y/N didn't even finish her sentence before flopping back onto the mattress.

Once Y/N slipped her panties back on, Bakugou leaned forward and put his head between her thighs again.

"What are you doing?" Y/N laughed.

"Mind your business," He grunted, pushing her legs together and squeezing himself between them again. Yeah, this was his new favorite place.

Y/N sat up and raised an eyebrow at him. "Do you have a thing for thighs?"

"I said mind your business."

She peered down and finally noticed the mess on the floor. "Hold on... did you cum?"

"Fuck off."

Y/N chuckled and laid back down on the mattress as Bakugou nuzzled between her legs.

"Simp," She teased.

He glared at her but couldn't get himself to pull away.

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New Years Part IV

[The Tinker, chapter 23]

"You-- that's--" Y/N stuttered.

"You gonna pretend you aren't into this when your panties were that wet? Nice try, Tinkerbell." Bakugou pushed her down flat on the bed with the palm of his hand, making her heart pound. He had a glint in his eye that she'd never seen before-- it was primal and dominating in a way that was different than how he usually was. It felt darker.

"What the hell was in that drink he gave you?" Y/N muttered. Her cheeks were pink from how he was looking at her but she couldn't turn away. It was addicting. He was devouring her with his eyes and she felt powerless... in the best way. "W-We can't, I don't know how drunk you are--"

"Are you stuttering? Want me so bad you can barely speak, huh?" He cocked his head to the side and grinned wickedly. "Fuckin' cute."

Y/N was having a very hard time not giving in. "Bakugou," She warned, but it was useless; his lips were already against her neck and working wonders against the sensitive skin. He was biting and nipping as his hands drifted across her body leaving sparks in his wake. "How much did you drink?"

Bakugou pulled back and glared at her impatiently before slipping his fingers under the skirt of her dress and running them up her thighs. "I'm fine, Y/N. Barely had any. Like three shots."

"That can't be true. You're like a different person." His hands were on her naked hips now and they were gripping her tightly. Jesus, he was firm.

"Stop being dramatic," Bakugou grumbled. In one swift movement he yanked her to the edge of the mattress and grinned down at her. "You're practically quivering, Tinkerbell. Need my cock that bad?"

The words had Y/N seeing stars. How the hell was she supposed to resist him when he was acting like this? He was so outrageously bold and she would be lying if she said it didn't do things to her body that she couldn't control. She could already feel herself throbbing; this wasn't good.

He sensed her hesitation. "Jesus, Y/N. I didn't have that much. Trust me on this."

She turned away sheepishly but he grabbed her chin roughly and forced her to look at him again. "Doyou want this?"

"I-- yes, I just... as long as you're not too drunk."

Bakugou scoffed. "A drunk man couldn't do what I'm about to do to you."

He leaned down on one elbow next to her and with the other arm reached underneath her dress again. His movements were so much rougher than what she was used to. Usually, Bakugou was desperate, but never this dominating.

He dragged his finger up her slit and made her yelp in surprise. "Keep it together, princess," He teased.

"Shut up," She retorted, but he responded by pushing his fingers past her folds and rubbing around her entrance. The friction and sensitivity was making her legs feel like jelly. He had already reduced her to a shaking mess and he'd barely gotten started.

His free hand moved to grab her throat. "Watch your mouth," He hissed, "Or I won't let you cum." Y/N choked out a small gasp at his words and pretended that it didn't make her eyes almost roll back into her skull. Okay, she really liked dominant Bakugou.

Bakugou found her clit with ease and applied the tiniest amount of pressure while moving in slow circles. It was tantalizing-- he was trying to fuck with her, and it was working. Each movement was sending jolts up her spine. He was looking down at her with complete control. His grip on her throat was light enough that she could breath just fine but tight enough that it kept her in place where she belonged.

"That's my girl," He smirked. She wasn't going anywhere.

Katsuki picked up the pace, slipping a finger inside her tight entrance. "Damn, you're wet," He grunted. "You're a slut for me."

Usually, Y/N would be offended-- so why was she so turned on hearing it from him? She tried to stutter out a response but her words seemed to collapse in her chest. There was too much pleasure from his fingers and she didn't want it to stop.

He slipped another finger in, then another, stretching her out. It was a delicious friction and Y/N knew that if he continued any longer she wasn't going to last. "W-Wait, I'm gonna--"

He pulled his hand away and she almost whined. The noise made Bakugou smirk with satisfaction. Y/N would've been embarassed if she weren't so fucking aroused.

Bakugou stood up and left her wanting. The space where his fingers had been ached for more. His hands made quick work of his belt, yanking it out from his pants before he pulled them down just enough to expose the tent in his underwear.

"Hurry up already," Y/N breathed. Her entire being was hungry for him now.

He glared at her before grabbing her arm and yanking her to her feet. "I told you. Watch. Your. Mouth." He pulled her over to the door and pushed her against it, successfully pinning her before taking out his dick and lining himself up with her entrance.

She could feel his tip pressing against her and it was making her dizzy. The smile was gone and he locked eyes with her as he pushed inside. It was slow, at first, drinking up the sensation; until he pushed himself all the way inside of her and made her shriek.

He covered her mouth with his hand. "Ssh," he taunted. "Gotta keep quiet, Tinkerbell. Do you want the whole party knowing I'm fucking you?" His words were whisper quiet and the warm breath from his mouth sent a shiver up her spine.

With one arm, Bakugou hoisted her up as her legs hooked around his waist and his other hand was leaning against the door to the side of her head. He lazily started pushing his cock in and out of her, reveling in the muffled sounds she was making.

"You look cute when you're trying not to scream." He started going faster, and with his new pace the tip of his dick was pressing right against the perfect spot with every thrust. The friction from his movements was overwhelming and oh so good.

Y/N couldn't stop the noises as he started going faster. He was fucking her quick enough that the door was thumping within the frame with each thrust. "F-Fuck, Kat," She moaned.

Bakugou's pace was relentless. Each push inside of her was just as strong as the last, stretching her walls so perfectly and making her throb for more. Penetration had never felt this good before-- it was a painful pleasure that made her vision go white.

"God, you drive me crazy," He groaned. He adjusted his grip and the new position was letting him reach deeper inside of her. "Do you like my dick, Tinkerbell?"

"Are you dumb? Of course I do," She hissed.

Bakugou pulled out of her and made her cry out at the feeling. She felt so hollow and empty without him inside of her-- she needed him. "What the hell? Why did you--"

Within a second he had spun her around to face the door and pressed her against it, slipping inside of her again with a grunt."Fuck, Y/N." Bakugou pushed as deep as he could go before gasping in relief. She was perfect for his cock. Every time he had sex with her was better than the last. "Good girl. Hold still for me."

Footsteps sounded outside of the door, approaching their room. Y/N gave Bakugou a panicked look but he only smirked at her. "Better keep your shit together, Tinkerbell."

She looked confused for a moment before he pulled out and slammed back into her. A squeak spilled from her and she slapped a hand over her mouth to try and muffle the noise.

"Y/N? How's Bakugou doing?" It was Momo.

"Uh, he's doing--great--" She stammered. She had to use every brain cell to stop herself from moaning. "We'll come down in a minute."

Bakugou started picking up the pace and she could've killed him in that moment... but he felt so good. Dangerously good. In fact, if he kept hitting that spot, she was probably going to--

Bakugou's hand snaked around her and he rubbed Y/N's clit. "Did Keigo ever make you feel this good?" He whispered in her ear. "Look at you. You're a mess. Bet he couldn't do this to you."

"Stop it," She hissed. "Shut up or we'll get caught."

He started pressing down harder on her clit. "You're mine. I'll fucking prove it."

In a few seconds she was biting down on her hand and cumming around his cock.

The sensation was enough to push Bakugou over the edge too, making him keel over and damn near lose his mind at how good her walls felt spasming around his dick. He hissed to stop himself from moaning too. Fuck, he was going to cum.

"Alright, well, come down when you're ready. The countdown is starting soon."

"Yeah, give us just a second," Y/N croaked. Her voice was strained as she tried to focus, but it was almost impossible considering she could feel Bakugou cumming inside of her. He was pushing deeper with each throb of his dick and jerking with each spasm.

Once she heard Momo's footsteps recede down the hall she pushed Bakugou away and glared at him. "You asshole!" She hissed. "In front of Momo?"

He grinned and slumped against the mattress. "Not my fault you like my dick so much."

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Touch

[The Tinker, chapter 55]

"You're not gonna freak the fuck out if I take control?" Y/N questioned. "I know you've got some issues with--"

"Issues?" Bakugou spat, disgusted at the implication. "I do not haveissues."

Y/N raised an eyebrow at him before latching a finger on the waist of his sweats.

"Wait, wait, Jesus-- hold on!" Bakugou croaked. Too fast, too fast, too fast.

"Kat, listen, we don't have to do this. I can tell you're uncomfortable with it, and that would be gross if I forced you into it," Y/N said calmly. "No stress." She smiled softly at him before turning to grab some of her things from his nightstand. They were in the privacy of his room now-- a safe space.

"I--" He ran his fingers through his hair in frustration. That wasn't what he wanted. Part of him was upset when she released him from her grasp-- he didn't realize he had liked it until she let go. "Don't... don't stop."

Y/N turned back around to face him, stopping what she was doing. "You sure? I'm not gonna continue if you're not sure about this."

"I'm sure, just... fucking touch me already," he groaned. His breath was picking up and desperation started seeping into his movements.

She started walking towards him cautiously, testing if he was serious. He was backing up as she approached him until the back of his legs hit the bed and he fell backwards onto his elbows. Yes, he did want this-- but fuck, he was nervous.

Y/N slowly pulled her shirt off over her head, unwrapping herself like a present. The display made Bakugou's breath catch in his throat. She was teasing him, he could tell from the look she was giving him: that annoying mischievous grin she always had. It wasn't annoying this time, though. The aching in his pants was evidence of that.

She wasn't wearing a bra. Of course she wasn't-- they had been sleeping only an hour ago. It made sense, but still, it caught him off guard in the best possible way. God, she was perfect.

Y/N grasped at the brim of his shirt and pulled it over his head before sitting on his lap, her arms draped over his shoulders as she leaned towards him.

Fuck, fuck, fuck.

His heart nearly exploded in his chest as he thought she was going to kiss his lips-- but she didn't. Instead, she kissed his cheek gently, much to his annoyance; but the kisses didn't stop. After his cheek, she planted one on his jaw, then his earlobe, then his neck. She stopped there, giving extra attention to the spot on his neck that made his body rigid underneath her.

Bakugou felt vulnerable. It was a sensation that he usually despised. Anyone having the upper hand against him would normally make him on edge, frustrated, paranoid. But not this.

This was Y/N. This was good.

She pulled back up and started kissing near his cheek again-- then making her way around his mouth, but never his lips. They started tingling with anticipation. The desire to kiss her got stronger and stronger the longer she held it from him.

"Fuck-- stop it," he grunted, trying to turn his head into the kiss, but she kept dodging his lips and continuing around them. She smiled; she was enjoying the power she had over him.

Finally she kissed him and it shocked the breath from his lungs. Her tongue darted past his lips and teased him, each movement of hers winding him tighter and tighter.

Bakugou was getting impatient. "Thought you were gonna help me."

"Calm your tits, Kat," Y/N retorted. "This is the first time you've let me do this, so shut the fuck up."

He scoffed, but felt his face turn a bit red seeing her enjoy him like this. Did she really like him that much?

Y/N kissed him again, this time with more intensity. She was running her hands through his hair in a way that made shivers roll down his body. When she reached the nape of his neck, she tugged, and he was powerless when a moan escaped his lips.

"Hmm, I think you liked that," Y/N teased. She raised an eyebrow at him.

He glared at her, cheeks still red. "Fuck off," he grumbled. She giggled at him, a sound that he hadn't heard before but he definitely wanted more of.

Y/N slid down his body, now kneeling on the ground inbetween his legs. The position was making Bakugou's throat feel tight-- he felt uncomfortably exposed. She was face to face with his boner at this point. Her fingers brushed down his chest and he tried to gain control of his breathing again as he felt his dick get impossibly hard.

She latched her hands onto his belt-- finally,finally unlatching it and pulling it free. Katsuki could feel his heart in his throat when her she placed her hand over the tent in his pants and kissed the line down his abs. Then, her handsqueezed.

It was the first time another person had touched his dick, and even through his sweatpants, it flipped his world upside down. If he had known it would bethis good, he would've let someone do it a long time ago-- but no, the reason it was this good was because it was Y/N.

Only Y/N could touch him.

"I'll go slow," Y/N said softly, sliding his pajama bottoms down his legs. Fuck, fuck, fuck. Even just her fingers against his legs felt overwhelming.

"I'm fine," Bakugou lied. The tent in his underwear was intimidating to say the least. There was already a wet spot at the tip that was growing quickly. Breath, Katsuki, he told himself.

Y/N pulled his underwear down while keeping her eyes locked on his. She could tell how nervous he was, but didn't dare call him out-- she didn't want the stubborn blonde to back out of this. She was having far too much fun watching him try and keep it together.

Without warning, Y/N's tongue darted out of her mouth and she licked a long stripe up the length of his dick.

"F-fuck!" Bakugou cried out. "Jesus, I thought you said you were gonna go slow!" It was too much pleasure much too quickly and it made him angry with embarassment.

Y/N gave him puppy dog eyes. "I thought you said you were fine," She teased. The façade of innocence dropped when she dropped her tongue out again and pressed it against the spot below the tip of his cock, ever so slowly dragging it up towards the top.

Bakugou threw his head back and grasped at the sheets next to his sides. He needed some kind of stability, anything that could keep him from losing his mind at the sensation.

She continued, giving tiny kitten licks to the most sensitive part of his body and watching him jolt with every movement. God, he was beautiful. Bakugou was trying to hide just how heavenly her tongue felt around his dick-- she could tell from the contortion of his face. His body was stiff and unmoving, muscles straining to keep himself still.

"Breathe, baby. You're gonna pass out," Y/N taunted. It was a jab, he knew that, but...baby? The pet name only sent more blood rushing lower. Since when did he like pet names? Part of him was ashamed at how he reacted to it, but another part of him o felt... excitement.

Y/N stopped teasing after that. She put the tip in her mouth, letting her tongue dance around it and travel lower as Bakugou hissed above her. Jesus, how did she feel so good? Her mouth was irresistible. It was velvety soft and warm and every move of hers felt like magic. Much to his own dismay he started bucking a bit to get more from her.

She noticed his enthusiasm and started going deeper, now fully sucking on him. The heat mixed with the suction was doing dangerous things to him. How long was he going to be able to take this? It was only a minute or two in and he already felt embarrassingly close; it only got worse when she took his entire length into her mouth.

He couldn't help it. He moaned. A loud moan; one he wasn't able to stop from releasing from his throat. It sounded desperate and vulnerable-- all the things he never wanted to be-- but any control he had over his body was gone now. He needed more.

Without thinking, he grabbed her head and started pushing himself deeper into that addicting mouth of hers. Y/N seemed surprised at the intrusion but didn't stop him. Seeing him like this was far too enticing.

He was losing his shit at how good it felt when his tip hit the back of her throat. Noises were spilling out of him now, but he didn't care. All that mattered was the achingly hot pleasure that shot through his body the longer her mouth was wrapped around his cock. Every twitch of her lips sent fireworks off in his head. He realized that he really wanted to cum down her throat.

She pulled off and gasped before laughing, wiping the bit of spit from her mouth.

Bakugou growled when his dick left her perfect little mouth. "Why?" Was all he could manage the say, his voice raspy with anger and desperation. He wanted more. He wanted her to keep going. Her cheeks were red from the work she had put in and she looked absolutely beautiful from it. He wanted more of that fucked-out look on her face.

"I need a break," She chuckled. "You're... pretty big, Bakugou. My jaw is aching."

He scoffed. "You're a baby."

Y/N raised an eyebrow at him, her jaw dropping open. "Really? You wanna go there?"

Whoops.

This time, instead of her mouth, Y/N used her hands. She wrapped both of them around his cock and twisted them upwards creating a friction that made his entire body erupt into chills. "Shit, Tinkerbell! You can't just--"

"You're a baby," She taunted, glaring at him.

He huffed in anger but her hands kept dragging up and down his wet dick and it was seriously making his teeth hurt with how tight he was clenching his jaw. It was dangerously good, the saliva and precum from the blowjob making her palms glide against his sensitive cock. His chest was rising and falling rapidly as he tried to keep it together--Don't let her win. Don't let her win.

It didn't matter. At this rate, she was going to win.

He clenched the sheets again and he started to squirm and thrash underneath her. "Fuck. Fuck. Slow down," he demanded, but of course, she didn't listen. "Y/N, I'm not joking, if you keep going I--fuck--"

His squeezed his eyes shut to keep them from rolling to the back of his head and bit down on his tongue to stop himself from moaning. Were his legs shaking? When did that start happening?

Bakugou hunched over, hoping it would dull the sensation of how delicious her hands felt, but it didn't. She continued her magic and he was losing himself in the pleasure. He was giving in, he knew he was. Letting her win was starting to sound pretty good.

"You gonna cum in my hands, Bakugou?" Y/N challenged. "You gonna cum from someone else touching you?"

Yeah, he was. "No," he lied. "F-Fuck you."

"You sure?" She purred. "I think you're pretending." She continued, the mind-numbing friction doing things to him that he had never experienced. "Cum on me, Bakugou."

Her words sealed his fate. His mouth dropped open and his eyebrows furrowed into a beautiful expression of pleasure and he groaned as his body started to seize.

His hands went numb as he gripped the sheets for dear life, his cock taking over and making him jolt with each throb. He was cumming all over her hands and chest, the liquid dripping into her palms as she continued to pump him through it. He'd never felt a pleasure like this. His orgasm ripped through him in waves and made him shake and grunt.

Her hands became too much and he shoved her off weakly, trying to recover as he gasped for breath. He was a wreck-- his cheeks red and chest seizing with the aftermath of his orgasm. When the aching in his dick finally stopped he met Y/N's gaze.

She licked a bit of his cum from her fingers while keeping eye contact and he shivered at the sight. "Looks like someone needs a new mattress." His cum was dripping down her naked chest.

He frowned, still trying to catch his breath. "What the fuck are you..." Then the smell hit his nose. Smoke... burning. He whipped around and saw two blackened holes in his sheets from where he had held tight.

He had activated his quirk during his orgasm and burned through his fucking mattress.



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Burning Up Part II

[The Tinker, chapter 46]

Bakugou was positively aching.

Y/N got on her knees in front of him, sliding off the mattress. Her cheeks were still red from her orgasm. He was pretty sure he'd never been this desperate; he clenched his fists to stop himself from shaking with anticipation.

She grabbed his pants and tried pulling them down, but Bakugou swatted her hands away. "No. No touching. Lay down." He grabbed her neck again and pushed her back down onto the mattress. She shot him an impatient glare.

"Why can't I touch you?"

He ignored the question, pulling his pants off. There was an intimidating tent in his underwear that made Y/N feel dizzy. Jesus Christ. She tried sitting up and reaching for him again, but same as before, he pushed her hands away. Y/N was getting frustrated.

"Let me touch you!" She demanded. "What gives?"

He finally looked at her again, this time with a suspiciously proud smirk. "I like when you beg," he said, this time pushing her chest down and lowering her back onto the mattress. "So needy."

Y/N's face burned at his words. She was frustrated, sure, but damn if he didn't know how to make her throb for him. Her eyes lit up with an evil idea.

She spread her legs, drawing Bakugou's attention downward. Her hands drifted lower and she ran her fingers along herself for him to see. A soft moan escaped her lips and Katsuki's smirk faded. He couldn't look away, and his breathing started speeding up as his body felt heavy with desire.

"You're the one who hasn't cum yet, so I don't think I'm the needy one," she challenged, her other hand reaching up to grab her nipple. It was purely to make him squirm, and it was working beautifully. 

Bakugou was pissed now. He crawled on top of the mattress, looming over her and panting before connecting his lips with her neck again. He kept his face there, sucking and licking the skin as he took his underwear off with his other hand. "You're a brat," he growled. 

Y/N glanced down to see him in all his glory and almost gasped out loud. She always knew Bakugou was beautiful, but his dick too? Fucking predictable. Just looking at it made her clench, and she really really needed to know what he felt like. Her heart was racing in her chest.

Bakugou grinned devilishly at her reaction. "Excited, Tinkerbell?" he bragged. "You should be." His hand reached down and he pumped himself a few times as he supported himself with his elbow, making Y/N almost choke at the sight. She could watch that forever.

"Perv," he teased, a small laugh escaping his lips. The sound made her clench harder.

"Just fuck me already, asshole," Y/N grumbled, reaching down to grab his dick, butagain he swatted her away.

"What did I say? Hands off," he spat. 

Y/N rolled her eyes at him and was about to complain, but then she felt him. His tip was pressed against her entrance, unmoving; he was playing with her as he rubbed himself across her wetness. "Bakugou, I swear to God."

"Impatient, too? Fucking terrible," he teased. "Maybe you don't deserve it."

Y/N's eyes deepened into a glare. She'd had enough.

She wrapped her legs around him, pulling him inside of her. Bakugou's resolve vanished and his smile dropped. It was too much; too good too quickly. He keeled over, groaning at the feeling. He wasn't prepared for that much pleasure. Bakugou could feel her clenching around him and his eyes rolled to the back of his head before he could get it together.

He felt too vulnerable and it made him angry. Bakugou grabbed her wrists and pulled them above her head to restrain her.

"Don't," he threatened, his voice low and dominating.

Y/N didn't listen, as usual, and only pushed him in deeper, sighing with satisfaction. He was stretching her out perfectly and he had already hit that spot inside her that made her toes curl. It was addicting and she shivered, desperate for more.

"You're gonna fucking regret that, Tinkerbell," he snarled. His threat felt empty though, because he was still trying to recover from howgood she felt. If he didn't get it together, he wasn't going to last-- and he desperately wanted this to last. 

Bakugou took a moment to catch his breath, ignoring the proud look on Y/N's face. Once he felt like he could handle it, he pulled out slightly before pushing in again...hard. 

Y/N cried out at the feeling before she could stop herself.

"Is that too much? Too fucking bad. Shouldn't have pissed me off," he spat, that devious smile returning as he started to move. He started slow, trying to adjust to the feeling of being inside her. She was too tight, too warm, too wet, and far too good. He grunted as he increased his pace.

Y/N didn't seem to care that he had won. She was blissed out, her eyes squeezed shut and her mouth open in pleasure. Seeing her like that made it harder to keep it together.

Her body moved with his as he thrusted in and out. The friction was delicious and made his entire body feel like it was on fire. He'd never experienced something this good before-- not with himself, not with the previous girl, not with anything. This was incredible. Nothing was ever going to compare and he knew it.

Bakugou couldn't help it-- small grunts started falling out of his mouth. He was too focused on that addicting sensation to care. His resolve was fading the more he pushed into her. The faster he fucked her, the louder she got; and the louder she got, the better he felt. Making her moan immediately became his new favorite thing. He didn't care if their classmates heard them-- he just needed more of her.

"Fuck, Kat," Y/N groaned. "Holy shit.Holy shit." 

He grinned, proud of the mess he was reducing her to. He wanted to ruin her with his dick, dominate her, prove to her that no one else was going to make her feel this good; but the longer he kept going, the harder it was to focus on her. 

Bakugou couldn't stop it now. His body had kicked into autopilot, a primal need for her settling in as he thrusted in and out, in and out. It was impossible to hold back, and he didn't want to hold back. He was chasing a pleasure unlike anything he'd ever felt. 

With one hand he held her hip and with the other he grabbed her neck to hold her in place as he continued to fuck into her. Y/N felt good,so so good, and the pleasure in his body was reaching dangerous heights. 

"Jesus, Tinkerbell," he groaned. His grunts were turning into moans now-- loud and uncontrolled. He probably looked desperate and unhinged, but he didn't care. The only thing he cared about now was chasing that high. "Fuck. Fuck, you feel so good. Shit, I'm getting close."

Y/N grabbed his back and pulled him tight against her chest, raking her fingers down his back. He was hitting her G spot repeatedly and each touch made her tighten up in pleasure. The sharp sting of her nails on his back somehow made him feel even better. He was going numb with the sound of her crying out his name.

"I'm gonna--Fuck, Bakugou, I'm gonna cum again--" She moaned, the words barely coming out through her panting.

"Again? Selfish girl," he teased, letting go of her neck and switching to her wrists, pulling them above her head again and pinning her down. With the other, he reached down and rubbed tight circles on her clit. His pace was unrelenting, absolutely ruining her and making her unravel underneath him. "You gonna cum for me again, Tinkerbell?"

"Please," she begged. "Please don't stop, I'm so close--"

"C'mon, Y/N, gimme one more," he breathed, and pushed his lips against hers to kiss her.

She came on his cock, and this time Bakugou could feel it for himself. She cried out into his mouth as he continued to fuck her, her walls fluttering and tightening around him. He groaned at the sensation. He was now completely unable to hold back. 

His jaw dropped open and his eyes squeezed shut as he moaned, and he felt that cord inside him snap. He was cumming too now, pushing inside of her as deep as he could as his release rolled over him. He panted with his head on her shoulder, experiencing the craziest orgasm of his life. He could feel himself pumping into her as he tried to catch his breath, his vision blurring.

When they both came down from their highs, Bakugou pulled out and collapsed on his back next to her. They were trying desperately to catch their breaths. He ran his hands through his hair and let his eyes flutter shut as he panted. "Fuck," he breathed.

Y/N started laughing. Bakugou turned to her, utterly perplexed. "The fuck is so funny?"

"I just had sex with Katsuki Bakugou," she snickered. "And I made him cum."

Bakugou scoffed at her. "Shut the hell up. I did all the work."

"Only because you didn't let me touch you! Wanna explain to me what that was about?" She demanded.

He didn't say anything. He didn't know how to say it, mostly because he still wasn't sure what he felt. The thought of someone having that much power over his body without him being able to control it stressed him out. 

"It's a power thing, isn't it?"

He looked over at her, surprised at how quickly she'd picked up on it.

"It's cool. Everyone's got their fears," she shrugged. She was trying to piss him off, and he fell for it.

Bakugou sat up and glared at her. "It's not a fear."

"Mhm. Sure."

"It's not a fear!"

Y/N eyed him with suspicion before sitting up and climbing on top of him, making him move back against the wall. "Alright, then this shouldn't be a problem then," she said, picking up his hands and pulling them above his head. She leaned forward and started kissing his neck.

"Fuck, wait, you can't--" He pushed her off, his breath catching in his throat.

She laughed. "Not a fear, huh?"

He sighed in frustration. "Fine. I just... like being in control. Is that so fucking bad?"

"Hmm... well it might be, because I like being in control too," Y/N said.

Bakugou felt chills run up his spine.

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Burning Up Part I

[The Tinker, chapter 45]

The more seconds passed, the harder it was for Bakugou to keep it together. Y/N was in his room with only a robe on. His grip on himself was slipping the longer he looked at her. He had her pushed up against the door, much like when he'd kissed her. 

But he was planning on doing much more than kissing now.

"Who's the desperate one now, huh?" Y/N snickered, and the playful tone of her voice was the last straw before he lost it. He was done for. There was no going back now.

A low rumble sounded in his chest, almost like a growl. "Watch your mouth, Tinkerbell, or I'll have to fuck that attitude out of you."

Y/N's breath caught in her throat and he loved it. He loved the power he had over her. She liked to act high and mighty, but he knew now what made her slip up; with only a few words he could reduce her to a blushing mess. 

"What are you waiting for then?" she challenged.

Bakugou snapped.

Within a second he picked her up, her legs wrapped around his waist, and he carried her over to his bed. She was giving him a look that he was aching to see more of. He dropped her there, and she hit the mattress with a small yelp, making him smirk. Y/N propped herself up on her elbows, staring at his dominating figure. Her robe was coming undone; the deep V was now an even deeper V that showed skin all the way to her belly button. A few more rough movements and her entire body would be exposed.

Bakugou climbed on top of her, unable to stop himself. He couldn't help himself from staring at her body; there was a wicked glint in his eye that made Y/N shiver involuntarily.

In one swift movement, he bent down and pushed his lips against hers. With one hand he grabbed the back of her neck and deepened the kiss; with the other, he trailed his fingers down that horribly enticing robe of hers. His hand brushed against the skin of her chest making her gasp into his mouth. 

The kiss was rough and desperate. Bakugou was unable to hold back now. Every fiber of self control that he'd had before was now burned up, and the need for her was clouding every part of him. The next time she opened her mouth in a gasp, he pushing his tongue inside, making her moan. The sound sent blood rushing downward at an alarming rate. 

He bit her bottom lip lightly as he pulled away, staring at her. Y/N's cheeks were flushed red and her eyes were closed as he played with her. She was enjoying this, and the thought only made him hungrier for her. "Jesus, Y/N," he groaned. "Taste like heaven..."

When he reconnected their lips again, his hands got to work. They drifted from her face, skimming over her neck as he made his way down her perfect body. He grabbed the small section of fabric above her chest and pulled it away to expose the her breasts as he kissed her. He pulled back again and inhaled at the sight beneath him.

Y/N saw him staring and tried to cover herself up with her hands, but Bakugou grabbed her wrists and pinned them by her head. "No. Wanna see," he growled, this time kissing her neck instead of her lips. "Fuckin' beautiful."

Bakugou kissed and sucked at that sensitive bit of skin on her neck, making Y/N's breathing pick up. His hands were on her waist now as he nipped at her. He licked over the skin, smirking with pride at the bright red hickey.

"Bakugou! Did you leave a mark?" Y/N whined. "I have fucking work tomorrow, you--"

He grabbed her chin aggressively, forcing her to look at him. "Do I look like I give a fuck if you work tomorrow? I'm not done."

Y/N hated how much her body shivered at his words.

Bakugou's hands made their way from her hips up to her chest. He bent down and licked her nipple, his dick throbbing when she moaned at the feeling. He used his thumb to brush and flick over the other one, Y/N squirming under his touch as he sucked and twisted. 

"Fuck--Bakugou, stop fucking teasing," she snapped. 

His mouth popped off her chest and he glared at her, crawling up to her eye level. "You aren't in charge here," he growled, one hand reaching up and wrapping around her neck. Y/N's eyes widened at the touch. "I'll stop when I wanna stop. Got that, Tinkerbell?"

With one hand still on her neck, he traced his fingers down her body until he was only inches away from where she needed him most. 

"Say please," he said, an evil smile on his face.

Y/N glared at him, her face even redder than before. "You're an asshole."

"Beg, Tinkerbell, or I'll tease you the rest of the goddamn night. Don't test me."

Y/N squeezed her eyes shut, her hands clutching the wrist that held her neck. "Fine! Jesus, please! Touch me!"

Bakugou chuckled in satisfaction, finally letting his fingers down lower. He wiped a stripe up her slit with his pointer finger before rubbing his fingers over her clit, eliciting a desperate moan from Y/N. Chills ran up his spine at the sound; he needed more. He was going to need both hands for this.

He let go of her throat (much to Y/N's disappointment) and crouched down on the floor next to the bed. He pried her legs open wider, almost groaning at how perfect the sight was in front of him. Y/N was positively dripping. He looked up at her, admiring how desperate she looked. His dick throbbed at the sight.

"You dripping for me, Y/N?" he said. His voice was low and made Y/N's legs shake.

"Fuck off. Just fucking touch me."

Bakugou obliged. He ran his fingers over her slit again, this time finding her entrance and letting his middle finger push in. "Damn, you're tight," he grunted, letting his finger bottom out. Seeing his finger inside her made the desire to fuck her spread throughout his entire body. He was reaching a dangerous level of need.

He curled his finger, and Y/N keeled over at the sensation. "Fuck, right there," she begged. "Please, Kat, right there."

Her begging was music to his ears. He pushed another finger in, stretching her out, and with his other hand he used his thumb to rub her clit. He curled his fingers again, this time making her moan like a porn star. His dick was becoming uncomfortably hard. He ached for some kind of friction. 

Bakugou continued, picking up his pace. Y/N was losing her mind on the bed, squirming and crying out at every curl of his finger; he was hitting every spot perfectly, and the friction on her clit was making her see white. Her chest was rising and falling as she panted above him. Bakugou watched her with a wicked grin. Her whining, her pleasure, it was all because of him. He loved that power.

"Wait, stop, or I'm gonna-- Fuck--" Y/N started babbling above him. "Shit, shit, Bakugou, I--"

"I'm not fucking stopping. Cum for me, Tinkerbell." 

Y/N's orgasm slammed into her. Pleasure ripped through her body, the heat spreading to every part of her. She convulsed and moaned on Bakugou's sheets as wave after wave of pleasure overtook her.

Katsuki kept his fingers moving throughout her orgasm, making sure he didn't stop until she was completely wrecked. It was the most attractive thing he'd ever seen; her mouth was wide open as she cried out and he could feel her pulsing around his fingers as she rode out her high. God, he wanted to feel that on his dick.

When the overwhelming sensation subsided, Y/N collapsed in an exhausted heap on his mattress, trying to catch her breath. Bakugou stood up and licked her wetness from his fingers, almost making Y/N cum again from the sight. "Jesus fucking Christ. I've never..." she started, but it was difficult to speak from how numb her body was. Her ears were ringing and her body was still shaking from the aftershocks of her orgasm.

Bakugou leaned over her, resting his hands on either side of her body. "Oh, we're not done. It's my turn now."

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Self Control

[The Tinker, chapter 23]

"C'mon, faster, Tinkerbell," Bakugou demanded.

He was clutching the punching bag to keep it stable for Y/N as she jabbed it with all her might. It had been thirty minutes of nonstop boxing routines, and her muscles were screaming at her. Even with the boxing gloves the joints in her hands were aching for her to stop. She wanted to, so badly, but knew if she did that Bakugou would never let her hear the end of it.

He was a grueling teacher, but the progress she had made in only a few days was astounding; not just in her strength and agility, but her confidence too. She was more comfortable leaving her old scars unprotected-- Bakugou had drilled that out of her quickly. 

Knowing that her fighting abilities were improving was making her feel whole again. That emptiness from losing her quirk didn't feel quite so big, and though she'd never go back to the athletic prowess she'd had in America, it felt good to be able to take care of herself again.

Then again, it was also hell having to train with Katsuki.

"FASTER, DAMMIT!"

Y/N huffed at him. "I can't move any faster than that, asshole!" She tilted her head back from exhaustion and let her boxing gloves dangle at her sides. "Jesus Christ, you're gonna kill me, man."

"If it doesn't hurt, it's not working," he grumbled.

"I get it. No pain no gain. But God, I need a break," she begged, sitting on the ground and grabbing her water bottle. She popped the cap and dumped it into her mouth without putting it to her lips, and seeing the liquid drain into her mouth with her tongue out made Bakugou's stomach do flips.

"I'm gonna shower. Don't touch my snacks," Y/N warned, making her way to the bathrooms.

He stayed there, drinking from his bottle and watching her as she left. It had been a few days of this now, and her determination was impressing him. For the most part, she kept up with his pace-- and she let him know when he was pushing too hard with some swearing at him. It was a good dynamic.

Kaminari's words from before flashed in his mind. 

"Cause I'm pretty sure I saw you taking her clothes off this morning..."

He didn't know why it bothered him so much. Maybe he was mad it had been misinterpreted. He didn't do it to get her naked, he did it to show her that her scar was healed. Was that bad?

Or maybe it was bad because he did want to take off more of her clothes.

"I don't blame you, Bakubro, she's got a nice--"

That part had really pissed Katsuki off. Hearing Denki talk about her body lit an angry fire in his gut that he was still struggling to put out. He didn't want Kaminari knowing that part of her, or even looking at that part of her. 

Bakugou had heard his friends talking about Y/N and the other girls in their class. Kaminari was clearly into Jirou, even Bakugou could see that-- but there was no way he would ever be reduced to that blushing mess that Denki was. He was in control of himself.

But sometimes his thoughts wandered when he wasn't paying attention. They wandered into dangerous territory. Deliciously dangerous territory. This hadn't ever been a problem... until Y/N.

When his mind wandered to thoughts of Y/N with Hawks, his blood boiled with anger, but there was a different sensation too--something he hadn't felt since he was a teenage boy. 

What was Y/N like in bed? Was she loud? 

He could feel his pants getting tighter as he hardened in his workout pants, his breathing getting heavier. 

Fuck. 

No, this wasn't happening.

He snatched up his towel and bag, making his way to the boys' showers and throwing his things onto a nearby bench. After stripping down, he climbed into one of the showers and turned on the hot water.

Usually, Bakugou could ignore a boner until it faded, but this one was relentless. He washed his hair, trying to pretend it wasn't bothering him, letting the hot water wash over his body. He wanted so badly to ignore it, but blood kept rushing through his body when he couldn't help but picture Y/N in that swimsuit she wore.

Or her legs in those workout leggings.

Or her fake moaning in the closet.

At this point, he was practically throbbing. There was no way he was going to be able to ignore it. He was giving in as the seconds passed, the hot water only sending shivers down his spine and adding to the burning in his body. Was he seriously going to do this?

He had ignored the new dangerously sweet sensation for weeks now, not wanting to admit what it meant. He had felt lust for weeks now, shoving it down deeper, pretending it wasn't there. But his body was betraying him. Katsuki Bakugou, who prided himself on his self control, was giving in.

Katsuki didn't lust after people. It was something that separated him from his peers. He was always in control of his body and his emotions. Even if they came close to boiling over, he kept them from the breaking point.

But his breaking point had been reached with Y/N a long time ago.

His hand drifted down lower, lower, until contact was made and he practically moaned out loud. He bit the back of his hand to keep the noise from escaping and he started stroking himself. 

Bakugou had jerked off before, obviously, but usually to relieve stress-- not from lust. It was a completely different sensation. Chills were running up and down his body as the friction from his hand nearly made him double over in pleasure. 

Images of Y/N were flooding his mind, each thought making his dick feel harder and the stroking feel better. That need to touch her, lick her, be in her was growing. He had never felt desperation like this before. He needed to know what she felt like, what she sounded like. 

His hand was speeding up, the sensation building and building. God, it was addicting. He thought of Y/N underneath him, begging for him, nails dragging down his back. His body was tensing and tightening, carrying him higher and higher. If his hand felt this good, he couldn't even imagine what she felt like. 

He bit down hard on his palm as he started cumming, losing control of his hips as he started thrusting into his hand. It was pleasure unlike anything he'd ever felt before, thinking of her. Fireworks were blowing up through his entire body, and when his body finished throbbing, he slumped against the wall, his head pounding.

Fuck. 

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Self Control

Burning Up Part I

Burning Up Part II

Touch

New Years Part IV

Heaven & Head

Be Gentle

Insatiable

Washing Up