— meet kenji bakugou yln!! the baby of yn yln and bakugou katsuki. no, they’re not married… or in a relationship… yeah, you know they’ve never dated! it was just a one night stand and she still had the baby. i heard he’s a good father too… wait look, are you sure like they’re not dating?
Summary} You’ve been in love with Bakugou since you two were little. Pining after him for years gets tiring when all he does is push you aside. Maybe it’s best for everyone if you two stayed friends. It’s not like he’s going to have a moment of realization of his feelings for you…right?
Warnings} Quirkless!Reader, Angst, Fluff, Cursing, Asshole Bakugou, Humor, there is no Twitter Handle in this SMAU, also bad memes that humor me, SLOW BURN. (Please let me know of any typos/mistakes)
Status} Ongoing
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This is another Kinktober fic that was supposed to be non-con but ended up soft as fuck. I am down so bad for this man I just can’t help myself-
Summary: Sick of his constant angry outbursts damaging his hero ranking, Dynamight’s PR team insist he attends one of the city’s “hush hush” clubs to try and blow off some steam. Bakugou thinks he has absolutely no interest being there, until he wants to find out who is on the other side of the wall.
Bakugou did not want to be here, shocked that these private institutions even existed for Pro-Heroes. Sure, he realised sometimes they could be a necessity, having learned all about them in his training as a young sidekick. Just last month Kirishima had to be taken into one of the quirk rooms when he got hit with a nasty sex pollen quirk by a villain he was apprehending. The woman saving his life as she gave the hero Red Riot relief, but this? This was ridiculous.
Dynamight had far better things to do than this complete waste of his time, did his PR team really think he couldn’t get laid? He could go out and have any woman on their knees in an hour tops, but he had better things to do. His PR team insisting that another scandalous headline with leaked pictures on Twitter wouldn’t be good for his hero rankings, another Dynamight one-night stand already ready and willing to sell her stories to the tabloids. But why should he care? He was still going out and saving lives on a daily basis, the media talking about his dick wouldn’t change that.
Bakugou’s PR team booked him in for a session at one of the most prestigious clubs in the city, a place where Pro-Heroes could blow off some steam without any dirty laundry aired in public, the workers were discreet which meant the club had the price tag to reflect it.
Of course, his immediate answer was no. Until Kirishima had convinced him to try it out once.
“Just one time, Bakubro. If you hate it you don’t have to go again. But I know you won’t— there’s this one girl that’s so fucking hot man. She can make you cum in under a minute.”
“Pretty sure that’s your shitty fuckin’ stamina, and how do you even know she’s hot if you haven’t seen her.”
“I— look man, I can’t explain it but she just sounds hot.”
“Tch, whatever.”
This had to be the most ridiculous thing he’d done as a Pro-Hero, stood in a fancy bar with a bottle of beer as a deep bass tone played in the background. Waiting to be escorted into their room for the evening as he checked his watch, the quicker he could get in and out the quicker he could go home. Necking back his bottle of beer as they were called for their room.
a/n — yeah so like i was right. and i made it happen.
synopsis — while your disruptive roommate is out on the town running a couple errands, you receive a phone call that should've been your worst nightmare. but it actually ends up being the most rapturous dream you've ever had.
tw — voyeurism, degradation, guided masturbation, dirty talk, use of toys, everything is consensual, implied chubby reader
wc - 3,037
very, very loud. and angry. extremely angry.
needless to say, you relished in the silent moments you were given when he left to run errands. you don't know who had half a mind to leave the house at 6 P.M. to do anything when there's some freak in a halloween costume running around, but the man was 6 foot with the muscles of an obnoxious gym goer. you're pretty sure he can manage some horror movie fanatic.
needless to say, you relished in the silent moments you were given when he left to run errands. you don't know who had half a mind to leave the house at 6 P.M. to do anything when there's some freak in a halloween costume running around, but the man was 6 foot with the muscles of an obnoxious gym goer. you're pretty sure he can manage some horror movie fanatic.
you sigh softly and sink into the soft plush of the couch. it wasn't necessarily the best place to be lazing around on, but nothing beat laying on a couch on a cool fall evening with the heater on. utter bliss, you think.
sadly your bliss is interrupted as soon as you hear the telltale sign of your stomach rumbling for food. a groan leaves your lips at the thought of having to get up and actually put effort into something, but you immediately remember that you splurged on some mini popcorn bags a couple days ago on a grocery store trip with katsuki, and suddenly all effort has been lifted.
as you get up to go pop a bag in the microwave, you wonder. speaking of the grocery trip, what other errands did he really have to do? unless errands meant picking up some random chick to fuck to get rid of some pent up aggression, then it would make sense. but then again, katsuki didn't really seem like that kind of guy. he was a bit of a jerk, sure, but he was respectful.
oh well, everyone has their flaws.
once your popcorn's out of the microwave, you pour some into a bowl and march your way upstairs to your bedroom. sure, laying on a couch was great but if you had to pick between it and the comfort of your bed, there was only one sure winner.
and that was plopping onto your mattress with an oversized hoodie and popcorn while watching crime documentaries. a couch couldn't really live up to that, could it?
you think that no, it could not, as you set the bowl on your bedside table and jump onto your warm fluffy bed, before jumping back up and switching your pc and monitor on so you could watch aforementioned crime documentaries.
your head hits the pillow once you find a suitable one, and you don't pay a single mind to the open curtains on your window. you were on the second floor, who would even be able to peep at you from the frontyard?
"some piece of shit with crazy strength," you giggle, before turning your attention back to the screen.
about half an hour scrolls by, and for a minute you think that you should probably check up on katsuki. he's been gone a while and it's getting a bit too dark for someone to be out when basically the entire town's on lockdown.
you have half a mind to call him, but decide on a simple text. if your previous inquiries were correct, you didn't want to interrupt him while he's balls deep inside of some random chick.
'hey, you good?'
his reply is near instant.
'yeah, almost home.'
okay, good. he wasn't dead or being terrorized by a creep in a robe and mask.
that reply was a bit too fast though. like he was waiting for you to text him.
or maybe he was just punctual, who knows.
you shrug it off and turn your attention back to the documentary, before you're caught off guard by your phone ringing. it makes you jump and you almost scream until you realize what's happening.
the id reads 'unknown number.'
the decision was simple, end the call and return to peace, or entertain yourself with some random asshole on the other line.
"hello?"
you chose the latter.
"what's your favorite scary movie?"
oh, fuck.
fear strikes you in the middle of your chest and you rush to hang up, but you're interrupted by the man on the other line growling at you that "if you even dare to hang up, i'll tear up your pretty insides and gut you like a fish."
oh fuck. oh fuck oh fuck oh fuck this is happening.
shakily, you raise your phone back up and whimper when he laughs and praises you for making the right decision.
"good girl," he says, in his deep, raspy voice. the statement shouldn't make your legs quiver as much as it does.
"w-what do you want? i promise i won't tell anyone if you let me-"
"what i want, is for you to answer my fucking question."
you gulp.
"my... my favorite scary movie..?"
he hums in agreement.
"yes sweetheart, your very favorite. come on, tell dear ol' ghosty just what you like.."
the little voice in the back of your head squeals at his word choice and tone, and the saner part of your conscience yells at it for even thinking such lewd things about a murderer.
but the other small part of you shivers at the slight japanese accent his voice contains.
"i... i um.. i don't really have a favorite, they're all really good."
the displeased groan he lets out sends electricity quivering straight down to your cunt.
"oh come on, not even one? i bet you don't even watch scary movies, do you? what genre do you like?"
oh, that's easy.
"slashers."
"my kinda girl."
your face heats up, and yet again you mentally degrade yourself for thinking such things about this stranger. but it takes your mind to a different place.
how would he degrade you?
fuck.
his small hum brings you back to reality.
"so, sweetcheeks. tell me. if you can't choose one, the give me a couple that you like. i'm sure you can think of at least three."
three, huh? he was going easy on you. on purpose. he could probably hear how nervous you are, and took the tiniest bit of pity on you.
then again, he could just not give a shit entirely. you decided that was the case.
"i.. um.. i really liked black christmas! and.. and house of wax was really good too... and the texas chainsaw massacre.."
"oh really? never knew a girl like you would ever like movies like those."
like you? did.. did he know you? the simple set of words terrifies you. oh god, he knew you, he knew you in real life, he has known you, he's interacted with you.
there was a good chance he was yet again fucking with you, but it stays in the back of your mind, worsening the shaking of your legs and the light throbbing between them.
you were disgusting.
"hello? dollface.. i know you hear me talking to ya, don't fucking ignore me. do i have to come over there and knock some sense into that pretty little head?"
oh shit, you were still on the phone, right.
"no! no i'm still here, i'm here, please."
"good doll. you seem a bit distracted, don't you? what's on your mind. you can tell me, i won't tell anyone. it'll be our little secret."
how could you tell him? how could you tell this stranger, this monster, that every word he spoke sent sparks straight to your pussy? that you'd gladly get on your knees if he so much as said the word, and let him do anything to you?
no, no you couldn't tell him that. you'd be ridiculed, humiliated, and most likely even killed.
"could it be, that you're thinking how i'd look between your legs?"
oh. well, you certainly didn't expect that. at all.
he chuckles softly.
"disgusting, nasty little fuckin' slut. you get a call from the ghostface, and all you can imagine is him fuckin' you? you really do think with your pussy, hah?"
he's right, oh god he's right. you're shameful, horrid.
tears well up in your eyes, and you hiccup a small "no.."
"oh no, i think you are thinkin' that. but don't cry, little girl. i'm not shaming you,"
he pauses for a second.
"i like it."
you whimper in shock, and that little voice in your head is screaming, because finally, you're getting what you want.
you wouldn't call yourself experienced, not at all, but even if you were you were sure that you would have never stooped to this caliber.
and here you were.
your ears twitch when he speaks again.
"i'm givin' ya a choice here, alright? you don't want this, and i'll give ya' some mercy. you do? i'll gladly give you what you want. all ya' have to do is say the word."
"r..really?"
"yeah, really. i'm a killer, not a monster. my mom raised me half-right."
you almost giggle at his weak attempt at a joke, but you instead sniffle and wipe your tears before nodding.
"well?"
"i.. y-yes. please. i want it."
"good fuckin' girl. get nice and comfortable for me doll, ghostface is gonna make you feel all warm and good."
listening to his instructions, "lay back, take your panties off, and spread your legs," you lay back on your lump of pillows and buck your hips up as you peel your panties off, whining when the cool air grazes your cunt. guess the heater hasn't reached your room yet.
ghostface growls on the other end, and you hear a small shuffling of fabric.
"fuck, i love that sound."
oh.
he's touching himself. oh fuck.
your clit throbs at the thought of it, and you reach to soothe your achiness, but you're stopped.
"don't even think about touching that sweet pussy without my permission, slut."
you jump.
he can see you?!
no, no of course not. he just has good timing, right?
you have half a mind to ignore his instructions and do it anyway, which you do. not like he can actually see you.
"what the fuck did i just say, you little bitch?"
oh my fucking god he can actually see you.
you tear your hand away from the needy wetness of your pussy and whine again, eliciting a deep growly laugh from the other end of the phone. it's mocking and you can hear his ego drip from his voice. it commands authority and you can't help but love it.
"what," he coos, "you wanna touch yourself? wanna rub your fat little clit till it's all red and swollen? or maybe you wanna shove your little fingers up your whore cunt till you're creamy? not like you can reach anywhere.. your hands are so small.."
you've got to give it to him. he definitely has a way with words, because you buck your soft hips into the air each time he speaks, and the way your thighs jiggle makes his cock throb. not that you would know.
"answer me, sweet girl."
"yes! please, please i wanna.. i need to, please.."
he laughs again, and god that laugh, it makes you melt straight into your pillows and forget about all your worries.
"how can i say no? gonna need to hear you beg more princess, but that's for later. now, ya got any little toys around? vibes? dildos?"
"i- i have a bullet one.. in my bedside table.."
the menacing tone in his voice almost scares you.
"you just made a big mistake, princess."
he was right. very right, you think, as you press the now warmed up vibe into your clit and you squeal at the sudden stimulation. he orders you to put it on the high setting, and who are you to disobey?
he promises you multiple orgasms, and you believe him. if he can't be there to fuck you in person, might as well overstimulate you in other ways, right?
he talks you through it the whole time, cooing disgusting words into the phone as it resonates in your ears, and it only enhances your upcoming orgasm.
"god, the things i would to do your sweet fuckin' body.. i've seen ya around princess, with your pretty fucking shorts and t-shirts, and every time i even look at you i wanna beat that little pussy up."
"mm fuck.. i wanna taste you. always had a thing for eating girls out, especially thick ones like you. shit, nothin' beats having a shy lil' pillow princess wrap her thighs around your face while you suck on her clit. always have the fattest cunts too.."
"wish i was there with you, y'know? eat you up like a fuckin' animal. that bakugou dick's an absolute dumbass, if i were him i'd fuck you up every chance i get.. don't know how he controls himself around you."
"you gonna cum? yeah? you fuckin' better, cum for ghostface girlie.. oh.. yeah that's it babygirl, keep goin', nuh-uh, don't care if it's too much you're going until i'm satisfied."
and that you did, sobbing through orgasm after orgasm until he decided your torture was prolonged enough. as he sweet talks you through your nth one, he finally tells you to turn the vibe off and take it off of your clit.
but he tells you you're still not done, that it's his turn now. and that's when you realize he's been holding back for the last hour just to make you feel good, and your stomach erupts in butterflies, as if he hadn't just talked you through cumming countless times.
"c'mon woman, tell me all the things you want me to do to ya, that you wanna do to me."
"i- oh- um- i don't-"
"don't gimme that 'i don't' bullshit. did you forget what we literally just did? go ahead. tell me."
and you do.
"um.. i.. i want you to eat me out."
he growls.
"yeah? describe it, will ya?"
"i.. i want you to- to spread my legs, 'nd.."
" 'nd what?"
"and.. 'nd kiss my cunt."
the pornographic moan he lets out makes you whimper.
"fuck, you're so cute, keep goin'."
you tell him, you tell him all the things you want- no, need him to do. that you want him to take it slow, leave soft little kisses over your tummy, thighs, and finally on your even softer little pussy. maybe even your clit.
he rebuttals your statement.
"and what if i make out what your little pussy, mm? cover it with my lips.. i've been told i have a big mouth."
you bite your lip.
"i'd.. i'd like that."
"of course y'would."
you continue.
he asks you how you think he'd fuck you, you answer.
"you'd go rough on me.. right?"
"mhm.. fuck.."
"i don't think you'd stretch me out.. probably'd just use your cock.."
"you'd be right, girlie."
"but.. but what if i want you to be gentle?"
"for you? fuckin' anything.."
it's a little bit of back and forth for a while, before he finally spills into his hands and growls out a drawn out moan that makes your already shaky thighs tremble even more.
you can hear the 'shlick, shlick, shlick,' as he strokes himself through his orgasm, and figure that he came, a lot.
after a while of silence, your sinful partner finally responds again.
"well sweet girl, i gotta go.. my job is.. clearly done," he laughs.
you pout softly and whine.
"aw, don't be sad, i'll be back."
you hear him mumble, "i'm definitely doin' this again."
"okay.."
"mm.. alright.. goodbye, dollface.."
you grumble back a sweet bye and face plant into your pillow, before screaming.
you just did that. you actually just did that. you just dirty talked someone through an orgasm after they did the same.
he was a murderer, sure, but hey, at least he didn't force himself on you.
you giggle in pure bliss as you stare up at the ceiling before reality slaps you in the face.
how the fuck could he see you? and where's katsuki?
as soon as you can even get up, you hear the front door slam open, and a grouchy yell of "i'm back!!" rings through your bloodshot ears. okay, good, he still hasn't been killed. that's really good.
you hastily slip on some shorts and go downstairs to greet him, with a pervy smile on your face.
"so... you have fun?"
he scowls at you, "the fuck's that smile for? and the hell are you talkin' about?"
"oh come on!!" you laugh, "no one leaves for almost two hours at night without fucking someone. c'mon. tell your dear ol' friend."
katsuki stays silent for a couple seconds.
".... no one important."
"so you did fuck someone!! come on! tell me, please, i beg of you dear sir."
"why the hell do you care so much about my sex life?"
a pout graces your lips.
"you tellin' me you wouldn't ask the same questions?"
"..no."
"exactly."
he flicks your forehead and hands you a small tub of something. he doesn't say anything before pushing past you and stomping his way upstairs, to no doubt sleep.
once you notice it's your favorite ice cream, you yell a grateful "thank you!" to him from the kitchen, and he can't help but smile. good, you didn't notice the clunky bag he was holding.
and you also didn't notice the fact that his car's been in the driveway for the past hour and a half. or how he was a clear view of your bedroom with a pair of binoculars, and the burner phone he keeps in his pocket at all times.
or the fact, that the growly voiced man who just made you fuck yourself, is the same man who just freely entered your home, handed you a tub of ice cream, and went upstairs to sleep.
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