In which after getting your little heart broken, you get passed around your local University’s hottest friend group! Everyone needs those slutty College years!
Smut Series! Pt 2 here
A/N: I would just like to make it clear that I do not condone some of the behaviors in this series! It is a bit problematic, but it is all just for funsies! Solely for entertainment purposes so just keep that in mind. Also i love sero can you tell. Anyways, enjoy!
Cw: SMUTTT!, lots of different kinks n stuff, sub! Denki, name calling, p in v, reader has female anatomy, reader essentially gets passed around
Katsuki Bakugo as The Shit Talker!
- Katsuki Bakugo is the one who started it all, your hot neighbor who threw parties your ex boyfriend never let you go to. Bakugo always gave you shit for it, saying you were ‘too young and pretty to be tied down’.
- As fucked up as it sounds, he gets excited one day when he spots you getting home super late one night in an oversized hoodie with mascara stained cheeks. And he considers just marching right across the hall when he notices you took all the posts and highlights of that fucker down on your insta.
- He’s even more excited when you finally show up to one of his parties. That is until you get wasted way too fast because you haven’t been out in years and end up crying over your shitty ex boyfriend.
- Katsuki Bakugo, who lets you make it up to him the next day by using you like a toy.
- Bakugo, who says the nastiest things when he’s deep inside of you.
“All my friends wanna fuck you, you know? But I get to go first”
“Can’t believe you were hiding this slutty pussy from us this long”
“Always knew you were a fucking slut”
“Your loser boyfriend ever fuck you like this?”
“Stop mph! fucking running from it!”
-He has your face pressed into the mattress, a hand on your head and one of his feet planted flat on the cushion. You’re drooling due to the way he drills into you, fucking you like he hates you.
- You guess you should have expected him to be so rough. Tough exterior and all but this is so much more than you could have ever imagined. He does not even give you a second to breathe, constantly snatching every bit of air from your lungs with each powerful thrust.
-His headboard bangs against the wall obnoxiously, he warns you not to hide your pretty little noises either or else says he’ll fuck them out of you. He even tells you to shut the fuck up when you whine about your neighbors-or Kiri.
-Katsuki Bakugo who has you in a headlock when you finally cum, back pressed tightly against his front as he thrusts up into you. His free hand pinching and rubbing your clit furiously. “Cum f'me pretty, then I can fill you up till it's coming out yer fucking mouth". His words are enough to make you gush around him, tight pussy squeezing him like a vice. But he’s not done talking shit yet, of course not.
"Better not waste a fuckin' drop. Maybe Kiri'll wanna fuck it back into you. He’s into nasty shit like that"
- Your cry out at his words, his finger remains at your clit but now rubbing at a much slower pace which ensures you let out small whines every few seconds. Still fucking into you so brutally your body begins to tremble. "You like that? Dirty fucking girl, want us to share this sloppy pussy?"
"Mm yes! P-please! Won't tell anyone" You nod frantically, a part of you so fucked out you are unaware of what you're saying. This is so unlike you, truly.
Bakugo's dick made you go dumb, fucking stupid actually. It sets the catalyst for a series of the most unhinged decisions of your life.
-It feels like little explosions eat up his entire body as his seed finally shoots inside you, there's so much it has already begun to leak out. "No, no, no! Keep it in there!" He slaps your ass and lets you finally fall back down into the mattress.
You're a crying mess, you don't even notice it. But he does, of course. Grabbing your (face) cheeks and squeezing with one hand. "Aw pretty girl, you cryin already?"
- Katsuki Bakugo, who is being a complete hypocrite, he's fucked out already too, fucking himself into overstimulation currently as he fucks his own cum back into you. "Such a crybaby. M'not even done with you yet"
Ejirou Kirishima as The Big Boy!
-Ejirou Kirishima-Katsuki’s roomate who invites you over to his parents house (who are out of town) so the two of you can ‘workout’ in their home gym. One month after what took place with his best friend.
-You can’t help but remember the blonde’s words, something about the red-haired man fucking his cum back into you. He wouldn’t, would he?
-He’s such a sweetheart! He opens and closes the car door for you, makes you a protein shake with his own recipe! Even brings you a little snack and tells you how pretty you look in your gym set! The man has even offered to take you and your roomate’s trash out before because ‘ladies shouldn’t be walking around by themselves at night’. He’s just such a gentleman, you can’t imagine him doing anything nasty in his life.
-Ejirou Kirishima who works out for all of about twelve minutes before lifting you up against the wall and gives you the most passionate and sensual make out session you have ever experienced.
-He moans against your lips sweetly, going down to kiss every inch of skin within reach.
-Ejirou Kirishima-who has the biggest, fattest cock you have ever seen in your life. It almost scares you because how the hell is that going to fit?!
He notices your worries, softly smooching the corner of your lips. “You can do it pretty girl, I know you can” His hand gropes your ass, a harsh contradiction to his sweet voice. “Bakugo says you’re a good girl, huh?”
-He manages to bully his fat member inside of you. The stretch is delicious yet painful. You squeal as he sinks deeper, nails digging into his bare shoulder.
“Shit baby you’re so tight for me” The man exhales loudly, hot breath hitting your bare skin. “Wanna hear you scream”
-Ejirou Kirishima, whose wish is answered when he finally picks up the pace. The ease in which he fucks you, holding your weight up entirely only adds to the experience.
-He’s just so strong and big. It makes your ankles cross and eyes roll to the back of your head. He’s so proud of it too-as he should be. He works very hard to maintain such a physique, he does it not only for himself but for pretty girls like you.
It’s obviously working, whimpers and whines escape your lips. Mouth stuck in a constant ’o’ shape and eyebrows furrowed. “S-so big! Fuck!” You cry, giving your very best attempt to bounce back on him. But it’s hard, almost every signal in your body is telling you to push away. It’s too much, the pain of his fat tip smushing against your walls. Yet another part deep within had you convinced that you can take it.
-You open your eyes to catch a glimpse of the sinful sight through the wall length mirror. His frame is so large you are hardly able to make yourself out, whole body covering yours. His back muscles on full display, you watch them move under his skin. The back of his bulging biceps accompanied by little grunts. “So strong Kiri ohmygodd! So good so good, so big!”
-“You like when i use you like a little dolly?” You nod, unable to speak even if you tried. “Love this big dick, huh?”
“Yes! Yes!” You are screaming at this point, in a way you have never done before. You had no idea this amount of pleasure was even possible. You should have been single a looong time ago. “Love it s’much!”
-“Cum on this dick gorgeous! Make a mess please!” He’s so cute, he still says please.
And you’re such a good girl that you just have to do what you’re told-juices gushing all over his abs and dripping down his thighs.
-Ejirou Kirishima who kisses the ache in your thighs before fucking you again in the hot tub. And then in his childhood bedroom.
Hanta Sero as The One Who Talks You Through It!
- Hanta Sero, who somehow becomes your smoking buddy after being paired up with you on a project. He was so funny and cute and you just had to get his snapchat!
-Hanta Sero, who knows his friends had already fucked you but doesn’t really care who came first or second. He just wants you…..bad.
- After a couple smoke sessions he decides to just go for it, glossy red eyes taking in your entire figure as he moves closer. Grabbing your chin and kissing you skillfully, tongue rolling against yours.
- Hanta Sero, who has you in his lap, chin resting on your shoulder with your legs spread wiiide. His legs trap you on either side so you are unable to move and squirm away the way your body tells you to. You have no choice but to take his long digits that are furiously fingering your cunt.
You’re a moaning mess, head thrown back against his chest as he coos in your ear, talking your head (more like pussy!) off. “Ahhh does it feel good mamas?”
Brushing a piece of hair out of your face he continues, strong thighs still keeping yours in place. “Such a pretty little princess pussy”
- Most moments you have no idea what he is even saying, every single one of his words goes straight down there. “So messy” His hand places a firm, wet smack! against your soaked core. “Hear how wet you are for me?” He continues to finger you, picking up the pace with an almost obnoxious squelching noise that accompanies his every move.
The vibrations of his movements shoot up your body, his fingers feel robotic with the way they do not falter. And then he starts curling them to brush against that sweet spot.
It’s not much longer after when you squirt all over his fingers and sheets with a loud cry. And he is sure to maintain eye contact when he brings his hand up to lick clean of all your juices, muttering something about how sweet you taste.
- Hanta Sero, who has you on your back a minute later-one hand on the headboard and the other keeps him steady as he pounds into you, lazy red eyes stuck on all of the faces you make. The way your titties bounce with his thrusts. You’re driving him crazy.
-“Fuck, Fuck princesa. You feel how deep I am?” You only nod, his long curved dick takes the words out of your mouth. “M’in your fuckin’ guts”
-He brings his body down to get closer to you, arms hooking beneath your shoulders to bring you closer to him. One of his hands pushes your head down to force you to watch his sloppy thrusts with the way he slams! you down on his cock.
-Hanta Sero who gets excited when you finally have the energy and brain capacity to talk, telling him all about how good he is. “So deep Hanta….can feel you in my tummy” You pout and it makes his dick twitch. You’re too fucking cute.
He almost regrets putting a condom on, he wishes he could feel the real thing. Make no mistake though, he is enjoying himself to the point where his toes begin to curl as he blabbers nonsense. “Taking it so good for me baby, such a good princess”
-His dick is firmly pressed against the spot you need it the most. You are unable to stop the squeals and whimpers coming from deep within, sloppily rocking your hips against him. He takes notice of this, locking his hips to continue to rub against the spongy walls that make you cry out like this. “Let it out mamas, wanna see you cum again”
- You don’t need much encouragement to coax the orgasm out of you-one that is mind-melting and makes your insides feel fuzzy. “Mm Hanta! Cumming f’you baby”
- Hanta Sero, who moans so loudly when he feels your walls spasming around him. He has to grab onto your hair for comfort-you’re practically choking his dick.
- Hanta Sero, who leans in close to whisper in your ear as you flutter around him. “Just like that baby” He kisses your cheek, a sweet gesture which is quite opposite to the mean snap of his hips. “Come on, come on give me more”.
- He’s practically snatching your soul out of your body, your mouth agape and wide as your body trembles, listening to his words. “Just a lil bit more mama, I know you can do it”
“C-cant!” You squeal but your legs betray you, locking themselves around his hips, he couldn’t move much even if he wanted to. So he uses the opportunity to do slow, exaggerated thrusts into you.
Tears prick your eyes as you do nothing but take it and whine. Hanta keeps on talking though. “Shhh it’s okay mamas….I know you can take it” And then he squishes your cute little face in his hand. “Right? You gonna take more f’me?”
-“Y-yeah”
- Hanta Sero, who is such a blabbermouth that you should not be surprised to find out how talkative he is during sex. Who continues to let you know you are welcome over any time and sends you the filthiest text messages. Ones you respond to with cute little emojis letting him know you’ll be on the way.
Denki Kaminari as ‘The Munch!’
- Denki Kaminari, who feels left out as he is the only one in the friend group who hasn’t fucked you! The other guys have nothing but good things to say about you and even still consider you to be a friend! So why can’t he have a taste? He’s the one who pointed you out to them in the first place!
- Denki Kaminari, who finds himself sitting next to you one night at a end of year party. The two of you being DD’s for the night, which means you are the only sober ones. And you talk for hours, seeing as you’ve known each other since freshman year and have remained relatively close since then. Which means he’s not afraid to ask.
“So what’s wrong with me?”
“Huh?”
“You fucked all my friends and not me? I’m hurt!” He sounds genuine, a hand placing itself atop his chest in offense. “Is it something I did?”
“Shut up!” You grumble, taking a hit off of his puff. “And no! Of course not!” You chuckle, blowing out the smoke directly in his face. “Just didn’t know you even thought of me that way”
- Denki Kaminari, who scoffs at your words. And here he was thinking it was obvious. Even back when you had a boyfriend he would always tell you that he could treat you better but you always thought he was joking! He was a jokester, that was like his thing!
- Denki Kaminari, who is deadly serious when he leans in closer to ensure you hear his every word perfectly.
“M’not hotheaded and ripped like Bakugo. Or big and strong like Kirishima. Or as tall as Sero or nearly as charming”
“You think Sero’s charming?” You laugh.
“Dude’s got game” Denki loves the way you giggle. “But I got something none of those fuckers do”
“Mm?” You raise an eyebrow curiously, a sweet smile on your face as you lean in closer. Lips mere inches away from him. “What’s that?”
“Promise my tongue is better than any of those assholes. Can make you see stars using just my mouth” He speaks so smugly, so confident.
It’s the most attractive he’s ever looked.
- You take him up on his offer, letting him lead you to an empty room upstairs where he doesn’t even wait for the door to click before smashing his lips against yours. Hungry hands grab at your waist and ass, then your tits and hair.
-Denki Kaminari, who keeps true to his word and has you seeing stars in a matter of minutes. Whose hands are holding yours as his face is nuzzled into your heat, breathing in your scent as his tongue works its magic Whose dick twitches every time you squeeze his hands and every time you try to let go he grabs it back, interlocking your fingers with his.
- His tongue swirls circles around your clit, causing your hips to bump up against his face-which makes him moan into your folds. Pulling apart for a second to admire the glossy mess before diving right back in
-Denki Kaminari, who is almost pathetic with the way he slurps you up like he is starving for your pussy. Constantly moaning into it as if he is getting any kind of relief out of it. Oh but he is, he could stay between your thighs for hours.
Whose skilled tongue somehow knows all the right places, eventually he has you rocking against his face as the only thing audible besides your loud desperate moans are the even more desperate slurps coming from him.
- He fucks you with his tongue until he is so deep that it makes him gag. But he does not stop, not even when his dick begins to ache from how hard it is. He fucks you with bis tongue until it hurts and you are a shaking mess, having finished three times already. No fingers involved.
-Denki Kaminari, who somehow convinces you to ride him into oblivion afterwards, shaky legs and all.
- His whines are so pathetic and hot that it unlocks something deep within you. A feeling you had never experienced before. Causing you to go rough on him, pulling his hair and whining when he begs you to do it harder! You aren’t sure who’s moaning more between the two of you.
- Denki Kaminari, who has shivers go up his spine whenever you dig your nails into his biceps, hips bouncing up and down as if your life depends on it. “Please scratch me up baby! Feels s’good”
- You even choke him a bit which is a thing you had never done before but just felt so right in the moment. The way he moans confirms that he enjoys it just as much as you did.
- When he cums, he cums hard, thick ropes spurting out into the condom as he moans freely. His hips rock up into you for more stimulation as he rides out his high.
“Oh shittt didn’t know you were such a freak Y/N!” Denji jokes, poking you in the side and you giggle.
He moans at the way you clench around him when you laugh. It makes him want to make you laugh more.
- Denki Kaminari, who showed you just how much you enjoy whiny subby men!
- And even to this day the whole friend group does a double take when you walk by, always offering to do stuff for you or hold open doors. (Except Bakugo of course). But they all make it more than obvious you are welcome into their beds anytime.
warnings: smut, oral (female receiving), oral (male receiving), fingering, slight hand job, virgin reader, purity ring 😮💨, making out, underage smoking, mention of underage drinking, slight innocence/ corruption kink, lmk if i missed any!
summary: remus learns the ring you wear everyday is called a purity ring, and he develops a strange obsession with it… and wanting to take it off you…
word count: 4.6k
a/n: guys.. dw there’s gonna b a part two but like omgggggg this made me feel so many things i’m in love with this. lmk what you think :) also i’m not religious so if any of this is not accurate i’m sorry lol it’s for the plot
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Ever since he knew you, Remus noticed that one thing you always wore. It was plain, a simple gold band on your left ring finger, the marriage finger. Typically, such nonsense wouldn’t cross his mind twice, but you wore that ring damn ring every day. Since the first time he ever saw you, that ring was on your finger. He never saw you without it. So, his curiosity got the better of him.
Why would such a simple ring be so important that you never took it off? It couldn’t have been because you were married. No. You wore it even at the young age of eleven. Could it have been a family heirloom? That idea was plausible, however to him, it didn’t feel like the correct answer. And Remus Lupin always needed the correct answer.
So, he eventually decided to ask you.
During dinner one night, when you just so happened to be sitting next to him, his eyes caught sight of the ring and he eyed it suspiciously. You noticed this.
“Something wrong Rem?” You asked.
He looked up from the ring on your delicate finger to meet your confused eyes. “Why do you always wear that specific ring? And always on that finger? Is it special?”
“Oh.” You laughed for a few seconds. “Yeah, it’s stupid really, an old muggle tradition.” You composed yourself and looked up at him, a slight red tint to your cheeks. “It’s called a purity ring. Basically, I wear it as a reminder that I pledged to wait till marriage.”
Remus was confused, and he hated being confused. “Why would anyone wait till marriage?”
You shrugged. “Muggle religion is quite weird. They value keeping teenagers pure until they’re married. I think it’s stupid, but I still wear it.”
“So, you’ve done it but continue wearing it as a... symbol?” He questioned.
“Oh no, I haven’t done it. I might find it stupid, but I still plan to keep my promise. It’s sort of a nice accomplishment don’t you think? I’ve gone through two years of everyone shagging around me and I haven’t given in,” you answered.
He stared at you for a few seconds. You were still a virgin, and that ring was the reason. He thought for a moment. How could you be a virgin? He swore he had seen you go off with a bloke from Ravenclaw a few months ago during a party. But then as his eyes trailed over your small figure, he realized the idea wasn’t completely impossible. He’d never seen you with hickeys, he’d never seen you dress improperly, and he surely had never seen you enter the common room after a long night with someone. For some reason, it made a strange feeling bloom deep inside him.
“Surely you’ve at least done other stuff, right?”
You simply shook your head and took a bite from your sandwich. “Furthest I’ve ever gone is having some Ravenclaws tongue down my throat.”
Ah, so he was right about that.
“Besides, I don’t really even know much about any of that stuff. I mean I know biology, but that’s about it. And of course, what Marls and Mary tell me from their extravagant experiences,” you added after swallowing.
So that meant...
“You haven’t done anything?” He was surprised, it was clear in his tone.
“No need to sound so flabbergasted. Besides, why do you even care about what I’ve done? I always thought you were the modest type too,” you replied with an eye roll.
Remus looked away from you, and the urge to smirk took him over. He thought back to those countless nights over the summer breaks he’d spent with muggle girls. The feelings, the sounds, the tastes, all experiences he’d never forget. But by no means was Remus Lupin a player, oh no. He was nothing like his mate. However, he also wasn’t a saint like everyone painted him out to be.
“I may be modest but that doesn’t mean I’m a virgin,” he said after a moment, his eyes finally turned back to you. He liked the way you looked at him. “That went away a few summers ago.”
You smiled, though something about it was off, almost as if it were forced. “Well, cheers to that.”
“Cheers.” He nodded in agreement.
You turned back to the group conversation before he could say anything else.
~~~
Remus had thought after finding out what the ring's importance was, he would let it go and move on. Unfortunately, he had thought wrong. Ever since that conversation with you, he couldn’t get any of it off his mind. When he’d see you, he’d always look at your left hand, almost making sure that ring was still there. It always was. And for some reason it made him feel almost relieved. He needed more answers.
Thankfully, another opportunity came not too long after the first.
The two of you had been paired together in potions. Typically, he would be a bit upset with the fact given you were never the best in the subject. But for the first time, he was pleased with the pairing.
He watched as you cut up some of the ingredients, that stupid ring shining from the lights. Questions filled his head. Where had you gotten it? When did you get it? Who gave it to you? Did your parents know what it meant? What were you supposed to do with it when the time finally came? He needed to get the answers.
“So, when did you get it?” He casually asked his eyes on the cauldron.
“Get what?”
“The ring.”
You chuckled. “You’re still on about that? I suppose you aren’t too accustomed to muggle things. I got it right before I came here actually. My parents wanted to give me a reminder about life at home, and they wanted to make sure I knew where my ‘loyalties’ lay. Though, I was only a little girl. Did they expect anything to happen at that young?”
Three questions were answered. Good.
Remus dropped his chopped ingredients into the cauldron. “Does that mean you give it back to them when you finally do it?”
“Oh no. I give it to my husband of course,” you replied. “Do these look alright?”
He finally turned his head in your direction and looked over your cutting board then he met your eyes. “Perfect. You can put them in.”
“You don’t know how good that makes me feel to hear. Master of potions Remus Lupin says I’m perfect, I could faint,” you said as you scrapped your work into the cauldron, a hint of laughter in your voice.
He rolled his eyes. “I said your cutting was perfect, but if it makes you feel good, I suppose you are too.”
You looked up at him with a glint in your eyes that made an odd feeling form in his chest. You looked so damn innocent. How had he not noticed it before? You had always been one of the shyer members of Gryffindor, but he always brushed it off as nothing important. He never would’ve guessed just how innocent you were.
“How sweet of you.” You giggled.
“ ’Course, anytime love.”
He noticed the shift in your body at his words. How odd. You looked away from him for a few seconds, that familiar rose tint returning to your cheeks. Did you always do that? Did such simple words always make you blush and turn away? Or was it just him? He watched you bite down on your lip and fiddle with your ring.
You were teasing him.
It was then he decided he was going to get that ring from you.
And you were going to love it.
~~~
Getting you to that point was going to take some time, Remus knew that. But it didn’t stop him. He started simply. When the two of you were hanging out in the group, he made sure to at least say a few words to you alone. When eating meals, he made sure to get a spot next to you. Most importantly though, he started making sure to leave subtle hints. Lingering eye contact, small touches that weren’t necessary, comments that made your face turn red. He could tell all of it made you flustered, and he loved it.
During all of it, his obsession with your innocence only grew. He wanted to take it away. He wanted to taint you, to make you not so pure anymore. He didn’t understand the feeling, he never cared much for such stereotypical nonsense. But each time you looked at him with those curious, innocent eyes, it only made his patience strained.
The first breakthrough came during one of Sirius and James’s parties. The common room blared with music, and people laughed and danced. You were among them. Remus leaned against the wall next to the staircase to the boy's dorm, a cigarette between his lips as he watched you dance with Mary and Lily. Your smile was bright, your body moved to the rhythm almost perfectly. You wore a pretty little dress. But he couldn’t focus on any of that because that damn ring caught his attention.
It had become quite a distraction. He found himself staring at it far more than normal. During class and dinner, it consumed most of his thoughts. He needed to get it off your finger before it caused his grades to slip.
From across the room, your eyes suddenly found his. You gave him a questioning look; he only smirked back and released a cloud of smoke into the air. He watched you say something to the girls before you began to walk in his direction. Perfect.
“Why do you always stand on the sidelines?” You asked once you were close enough. “And if you’re going to stare at me all night you might as well just dance with me.”
He chuckled and took another drag from the cigarette. “I’m not the biggest fan of these parties and I definitely don’t dance.” He offered you the cigarette, and you shook your head and pointed to your ring. “Come on, that applies to cigs too?”
“And alcohol, pretty much whatever is considered sinful. Though, I have indulged in a drink or two. Mommy and Daddy don’t need to know about that,” you answered.
Merlin, he needed to do something with you. It was almost unbearable.
“You’re saying alcohol and cigs are sinful but intense snogging isn’t? Seems a bit hypocritical to me,” he eventually said.
You smiled and shrugged. “That’s muggle religion for you. It’s pretty much up to each person's interpretation and what they value. I value being sober more than refraining from a snog occasionally.”
“But a shag...”
“That’s universally seen as a big sin. Most of us would agree not to do it until marriage.”
He released another breath of smoke. “Most of you?”
“Well, not everyone agrees of course. Like I said, it’s technically up to everyone’s values. Murder is also considered a sin, you know. But even some people commit that,” you explained. He watched you blush. “I don’t think I should compare virginity to murder though.”
“Yeah, I don’t think that’s a fair comparison,” he replied, his lips turned up into a smile.
You turned even more red. “Sorry. But you get what I’m saying, right?”
“Everything is optional is what you’re saying.” He let his eyes trail over your body, making sure you noticed. “So really, you could fuck someone before marriage.”
“I mean yeah, I could, but I don’t think I will,” you said. You began to fiddle with the ring again. “It’s sort of always been with me it would feel weird giving it to someone else.”
“Do you have to give it away for anything? Or just actual sex?” It was another question he’d been dying to know. He watched you think for a moment.
“I think just the full thing. I don’t know. I don’t even really know that much about it like I said when you first asked me. I mean, I know people use their hands and mouths but... sorry. I shouldn't be talking about such things.” You put your face in your hands, Remus couldn’t help but chuckle. “Sorry.”
He needed to do something. Now.
“Don’t be sorry love, it’s alright. You know you can trust me; I wouldn’t dare tell anyone about your sinful thoughts,” he spoke. He turned and dropped his cigarette into one of the many ashtrays in the common room. When he looked back at you, you were already looking at him. “But you know if you ever wanted to indulge in something like that, you can come to me.”
You were beyond flustered, and it showed. “Oh! That’s very um... generous of you, but I don’t think I’ll do any of that I mean... I don’t plan on it.”
He casually shrugged. “We all get a bit curious at some point in our lives.”
For a moment the two of you only stared at each other. He could tell exactly what you were thinking. You were curious. You wanted to try things. He observed you carefully. He could sense the conflict within you. Value versus desire. It was a tough battle, but you didn’t cave. At least, not yet.
“Perhaps, but I made a promise and I need to stick to it,” you said. You looked over your shoulder at your clearly intoxicated friends. “I should get back to Lily and Mary.”
“Right, it was nice talking,” he replied with a smile.
You nodded. “I’ll see you later.”
“Till then love.”
Even as you walked away and joined your friends once again, he could see the way his words affected you. You could deny the feelings all you wanted, but your body craved the unknown. It was only a matter of time till you caved, and Remus would wait.
He was never one to give up easily.
~~~
You came to him faster than he expected. He understood why though, you were on edge about all of it. In the few days it took for you to go to him, he noticed how different you acted. You were more tense, you fiddled with your ring far more than normal. He imagined the inner conflict you faced was stressful, but he was glad about the turnout of it.
After dinner, as he was walking to the library for a study group, you found him. He was a bit surprised at your approach, but nevertheless, he welcomed it with joy.
“Hey Remus, could I talk to you for a second?” You asked.
You were a bit behind him, but he stopped instantly and turned to face you.
“Yeah, what’s going on?”
Your little bit of confidence quickly vanished. You avoided his gaze, focusing suddenly on your shoes. “Um, are you busy? It’s not really that important so if you have something else to do it can wait.”
He fought the urge to smirk. “I was just going to Lily’s little study group, but it can wait. Is something wrong?”
You shook your head and looked up at him, those big innocent eyes staring into his. “No uh... nothing's wrong. It’s just about... well... you know.”
“About what?”
“You know...”
“I don’t think I do love, you’re gonna have to use your words and tell me.”
He felt bad for teasing you, but it was too fun not to. The way your cute little eyes looked around the hallway to make sure no one else was around, the way you fidgeted, it was far too entertaining to stop. A moment passed before you finally spoke in a much softer tone than before.
“It’s about what we talked about at the party last weekend.”
“Oh?” He questioned. “What about it?”
He watched as you slid the ring up and down your finger. “You said um if I ever wanted to you know, indulge, that I could come to you.”
“Yes, I did say that.”
“So... um yeah,” you said. You looked almost uncomfortable. He knew he needed to be nicer.
“Are you asking if that offer is still there?”
You nodded eagerly. “Yes! I mean, um, is it?”
He glanced around to make sure nobody else was around before stepping closer to you. You looked up at him with wide eyes, your mouth parted ever so slightly. He touched his fingers to your chin, lifting your head gently.
“How about you come find out?”
You didn’t fight it. He was glad.
Not too long after that, Remus found himself in a position he’d desperately wanted for almost a month. You were laid out on his bed, open like a flower, and he was on top of you. Your robe, shirt, and tie were thrown to the floor. He kissed you hard, the reward of your gasps kept him going. He let one of his hands travel up your soft thigh, you were so warm, so inviting. It took all his self-control to keep him from moving too fast.
Before it began, you told him you had only ever snogged. That meant no boy had ever touched you. Not with a hand, not with his tongue, nothing. No one had ever even felt up your breasts. It would be a lie to say he wasn’t pleased with the information. He wanted you to be his, he wanted to be as many of your firsts as he could be.
“Can I touch you?” He eventually whispered on your skin; his lips were by your ear.
“Yes, please,” you replied, your breath ragged.
He continued to press soft kisses to your neck as his hand moved between your thighs. You were wet, very wet. He could feel it through your panties. It made him even harder than he already was. He slid his hand under your panties and began to rub soft circles on your clit, you gasped and lifted your hips in response.
You were perfect.
With every flick of his fingers, you let out little whimpers and moans, and one of your hands gripped his shoulder hard. He caught a few glances of your face between kisses. Your cheeks were red, your eyes squeezed shut. You were beyond beautiful.
After a few minutes, he moved his fingers down to your entrance. He made sure to collect your wetness and ask if it was alright before he began to slowly push one of his fingers inside you.
“Remus,” you mumbled as he started thrusting his finger in and out of you at a slow pace. “Fuck.”
“Does it hurt? Do you want me to stop?” He asked.
You lightly shook your head. “It feels so good, do not stop.”
“Do you want another one?”
“Yes.”
He complied instantly and added a second finger. You responded just the way he wanted. In only a few more minutes he was fucking you with his fingers, touching that spot inside that made your thighs clench around him. He kissed you hard, he loved how you struggled to kiss him back. When he also began to press his thumb to your clit, you became a mess.
“Fuck Rem, I-” You paused, your nails dug into his shoulder.
“You’re close.” It was a statement; he could feel your walls clenching around his fingers. He knew you weren’t going to last much longer.
“I am,” you practically whimpered.
“Let go, love, it’s alright.”
Only seconds later you did. You came hard. Your back arched off the mattress, your mouth hung open wide, and your thighs tightened around his hips. Remus had never felt anything as good as the feeling of your walls pulsating around his fingers as you came undone beneath him. He made sure to keep going till you were fully done. At that point, he pulled his hand out of your panties and up to his lips. He knew you were going to taste good.
You sat up, breathless. “Oh my god. I can’t believe I just- you just- we just... I’m going to hell.”
“Relax, it’ll be fine. People do this all the time and nothing bad happens, I promise it’s just a normal thing,” he said. He tucked a piece of hair behind your ear, he thought you looked so beautiful. “Don’t worry about it.”
“I’m not worried about being judged or anything, I’m worried because I don’t feel guilty. I should feel guilty for it but I just... don’t. In fact, I think I...” You looked down at your hand, specifically the ring. “I think I want more.”
Remus couldn’t help the smirk that formed on his lips. “More?”
“Yeah, I mean it’s only right that I return the favor.” He watched your eyes move to his pants; your cheeks turned red. “You’ll have to show me how though.”
“Alright, only if, you’re sure. Don’t feel like you have to because I did something for you,” he replied though he really did want you to touch him. But he could wait if he had to.
“I want to.”
He didn’t question you further. Instead, he guided you through the process of getting him off with your hand. You were a fast learner, though the act itself wasn’t that hard to get the hang of. He found it funny the way you gasped at the size of him. Merlin, you were so innocent. Either way, you made him feel extraordinary. Your hand was much softer than his, and warmer too. You touched him gently, almost teasingly. But that changed fast.
“Can I try something else?” You asked, your hand stopped.
He almost groaned from the lack of motion. “What?”
“Um, can I try using my um...” You pointed to your lips.
“Your mouth?”
“Yeah.”
How could he ever refuse?
It was sloppy, it was rushed, but it was everything he could’ve wanted. As he laid back on the pillows, one of his hands moved through your soft hair. He didn’t dare push you. No. He only stroked your hair gently and whispered praises. He knew you liked it from the way you hummed on his cock each time he told you how good you were doing or how good you made him feel. And when you looked up at him with those eyes, those damn innocent eyes, he could barely contain himself.
He was shocked you even did it to begin with, but he was even more shocked when you let him finish in your mouth. You had him halfway down your throat when he came, and you didn’t pull away for a second. You swallowed it all. Somehow, he became even more attracted to you than he had been before.
“Was it good?” You questioned after you pulled back. You were kneeling beside his legs, a nervous expression on your face.
He smiled. “You were amazing. Are you sure you haven’t done that before?”
“Never even saw one in real life before this,” you replied with a laugh.
“That’s hard to believe,” he said. He sat up and pressed a kiss to your lips before pulling back slightly to look into your eyes. “Do you want to try one more thing?”
“Depends on what thing.”
“I’ll do what you just did to me but on you,” he answered, loving the way your eyes widened at his words. Despite everything that happened already, you were still so innocent. He adored it.
“Oh yeah okay,” you spoke after a moment.
He kissed you again. “Lay down.”
You did as he said and soon it began.
He started by kissing your lips while his hands pulled your skirt and panties off, leaving you only in a bra. Once those were off, he kissed down your neck, and your chest, only pausing for a second to unclip your bra and take one of your nipples in his mouth. You moaned, he stayed there for a few extra seconds. He then moved his mouth further down your body, relishing the sounds you made each time his lips made contact with your skin.
When he started to kiss up one of your thighs, you twitched. You were so sensitive, so untouched. He was obsessed with it. Every few kisses he sucked your skin to leave dark purple hickeys. He had made sure not to leave any on your skin that would be visible to the world so that no one would see the evidence of your sinful acts. But the skin that would be covered by clothing, that was his to mark.
A few minutes of this went by, and it was all on purpose. Remus could tell how eager you were for him to get on with it, but you were far too shy to tell him to do so. So, he didn’t dare touch you where you so desperately wanted him to. He wanted to hear you ask. But you said nothing, so he decided you needed a little push. He gave you one single lick then returned to your black and blue thighs.
“Remus,” you whispered. “Please.”
He looked up at you and almost felt bad. Your desperate eyes were already looking at him, he could tell how much you needed it. He didn’t wait any longer and gave you what you needed; you certainly earned it.
In all his experience with sex and everything surrounding it, Remus enjoyed pleasing his partner as anyone did. He didn’t mind going down on women, in fact, he sort of enjoyed it. At least until you. With you, he quickly realized having his head between your thighs and his tongue on your clit was not just alright, it was heavenly. He never enjoyed the taste of a girl like he enjoyed yours. You were sweet and the sounds you made as he played with you were their own type of reward.
So, it was no surprise how quickly you came undone on his tongue. He devoured you like he had been starving his whole life. Truthfully, he felt as if he had. You were spectacular. You were perfection. You were his. He was crazy about you.
After you finished, he wiped his mouth on one of your thighs before moving to lie on the bed next to you. He laid on his side facing you, his eyes examining your face. Your eyes were closed, and your cheeks were pink. Your hair was messy, and your lips were ever so slightly lifted into a smile. He swore he never saw anyone as beautiful in his life.
“I feel stupid,” you mumbled.
“Why?”
You opened your eyes and looked at him, your smile then undeniable. “I should’ve taken you up on your offer sooner. Now I understand why everyone’s so mad about this stuff, it’s unbelievable.”
“You don’t regret it then?” He asked.
“How could I? You’re just... Remus I...” You turned to your side to face him fully, one of your hands pressed against his chest. “I think we should do this again if you’d want to of course.”
He grinned and let a hand fall to your waist, he pulled you closer, so your bodies touched. He rested his chin on the top of your head, and you buried your face in his neck. For a moment he felt almost victorious, he had gotten you right where he wanted you to be. It would only be a matter of time before you let him take you fully. But then he realized, it wasn’t about taking your virginity so much anymore. He just wanted you.
“I wouldn’t want anything more,” he eventually said, then he pressed a kiss to your forehead, while the cold feeling of your ring on his chest lingered in the back of his mind.
what's your favourite scary movie? | k. bakugou— k-atsukibakugou
finally convincing one of your best friends to come to the 30th anniversary re-release of scream, he figures out one of your best-kept secrets
pairing: bakugou katsuki x f!reader
w/c: 4.9k
warnings: femme reader (called girl, has a pussy, wears makeup n a skirt), death threat kinda lmao, public & unprotected sex, blood mention, knife mention, reader implied to be recon/stealth hero, not beta’d bc i got nervous and we die like men, this is like all lead up my b
notes: HAPPY LATE HALLOWEEEEEEN this is sorta inspired by @katsukikitten's post and um i have no explanation for this i was possessed by that post n my fat crush on katsuki and I KNOW scream came out in 1996 imagine the timelines line up lmao
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“pleaaaase?” you’re too aware you’re whining, your bottom lip stuck out in a pout, probably only one more emotionless denial away from getting on your hands and knees and begging the stoic hero, “i’ll owe you? i'll do anything you want!”
you caught the mischievous sparkle in his eye at your promise, dropping your head in desperation to your hands still clamped together like you were praying, one final time, you pleaded, “please? it’s the thirty-year-anniversary re-release! i can't miss it!”
bakugou made a sound like he was thinking over your request, eyes glancing between the two tickets in your hand, the blood red title printed at the top calling his name, and your pleading eyes, a gravelly hum low in his throat. his mind had been made up since you asked, already planning on watching the theatrical re-release, it was just his luck your favourite horror movie was his, too. but he didn’t plan on telling you that quite yet, revelling in your desperation after a third rejection; eijirou too scared of a slasher, denki already having plans for a different night, and sero scheduled to patrol.
“you’ll do anything i want just for a movie?” his voice was mildly condescending, but the twitch in his lips had you rolling your eyes and crossing your arms like a grumpy child bargaining with a guardian, “if that’s what it takes!”
exasperated, you throw your head back with a groan, about to turn to him and announce your forfeit when he beats you to it, pinching the extra ticket from your hand, a satisfied smirk painted on his lips, “i’ll pick you up friday night, ya owe me one.”
katsuki walked away without even waiting for your response, leaving you simultaneously frustrated at your friends toying with you, and cheering at finally having found someone to join you.
punctual as always in his adult years, katsuki was outside your door friday night half an hour earlier than when you told him to drop by and get you, fists banging on your door while you were still tugging your skirt over your hips, just getting the zipper up when you swung the door open, already growling at your friend standing in the doorway in front of you, “i heard the first thirteen times you knocked.”
you toyed with the hem of your shirt, stepping aside to let him inside, promptly looking him up and down to admire the casual outfit he wore, far different from the hero costume you were used to seeing on him, the simple black cotton stretching over his broad chest somehow emphasising the muscles there more than the tight costume. there was a hint of a necklace underneath the collar of the shirt, the thin line of silver glinting under the lowlights of your hallway, similar jewellery on three of his fingers, and his blond locks sitting normally, spiked up around his head, his undercut leaving his ears free to show off the handful of piercings there. glancing back up, your eyes locked on his glinting ruby eyes, already watching you drink him in, the eye contact only breaking when he tapped his heavy boots on the floor just inside your door, “quit whining, how long are ya gonna be?”
you rolled your eyes at his impatience, waving him off while fixing your hair in your reflection in the glass beside the door, “give me two minutes.”
you flitted back up the hallway, swift and silent as he was used to seeing you be, leaving him beside the door to take a glimpse around your living room, taking in the little plush ghostface sat front and centre on your couch, blood red felt stitched over its soft knife, a stack of novels beside the couch, a few titles he recognised as classics, and more horror novels he knew nestled between scattered romance titles. he heard a few more heavy bumps from your bedroom, just out of his view before you emerged once more, in a tight shirt, gorey graphic printed in the middle, a sweater thrown over your arm and boots looped in your fingers, a cute garnet charm dangling off the back of each loop of fabric, “you want me to fill up your car?”
your question had his eyebrows shooting into his hairline, “the fuck are you on about?”
“to repay you?” you asked dumbly, stepping closer to place your key in the lock, clicking it locked once your tall friend ducked under it and stepped outside onto the driveway. he sucked his teeth disapprovingly, unlocking his car with you bounding over to the passenger side, jumping into the seat to wiggle your boots onto your feet, he only dignified you with a response once he was seated on the dark leather, huffing out a grumpy, but demanding, “you’re not payin’,”
reversing from your driveway, he interrupted when you opened your mouth to argue back, “besides, i haven’t decided what i want from ya yet,” katsuki smirked at you, vermillion eyes darting from his rear view mirror to you when he propped his arm behind your headrest to make sure the road was clear, speaking again with all your focus studying the way his lips moved with every low syllable, “it’s more fun keepin’ you in suspense.”
head dropping from the clouds, you glared at him, unsure if you were more annoyed at his self assured grin or yourself for throbbing from it, leaning down to tie the lace of your boots, “fine, last time i'm offering though.”
katsuki shook his head, exiting onto the road towards the cinema, ending the conversation there, and leaving you both to settle into a comfortable air, sometimes dropping into silence, sometimes a casual conversation about your hero work until you reached the quiet theatre, arriving with plenty of time to spare before your screening. the lot was dead, nowhere near as busy as you expected it to be, katsuki parking with no one else beside him for at least twenty feet in each direction.
locking his car, you both made your way inside, side by side through the glass doors of the cinema, decorated for today with original posters, thin black fabric on the walls, the doors spattered with dark red fake blood, even the employee checking tickets adorning a flimsy ghostface mask. you were practically buzzing with excitement, squeezing his forearm when you saw the guy ahead, handing your ticket over for him to scan. the corner of his lip twitched in a grin, never seeing you geek out quite so much like you were right now, your eyes shining with excitement right up until he turned to face the fabric screen playing static.
the static soon faded into the production logos, and finally, the title screen; scream. you were vibrating in your seat, eyes glued to the screen so much you hardly had any of the popcorn he’d got for you both to share, only occasionally did you reach for the cup to take large sips, all without tearing your eyes from the screen. katsuki was even beginning to question the last time you blinked.
gradually, as the movie went on, he noticed your minute squirming more and more, first dismissing it as discomfort from sitting in the one spot too long, but the longer he fixated on you, the more he noticed your inability to remain still, your legs crossing and uncrossing every five minutes. your clothes rubbed against the fabric of the chair with every wriggle, the rustling having him observe you from the corner of his eye more than he watched the final act, deep red irises catching you swipe your tongue across your lips, your sparkling eyes darting around the screen, your black skirt doing nothing to hide the way your thighs were pressed tightly together.
your wide pupils reflected the carmine on the screen, heart eyes locked on the blood spattered slashers on the screen, your ears blocking out the monologue to focus entirely on the villain’s bloody face, lips just parting to release a short puff of breath you didn’t know you were holding in your heaving chest.
realising he was staring, katsuki clenched his sharp jaw and focused back on the crescendo of the third act, trying to ignore the way you kept writhing right up until the credits were rolling. you stayed fixated, entranced, for a minute longer, unable to hide your smile when the lights slowly turned back up, illuminating your shiny, plump lips and your hungry eyes. without wasting another second you started gushing over the movie without looking at katsuki, half of your words running into the next without so much as a breath between them, sounding more like the obsessive deku the longer you prattled on about the characters and theories.
you were still chatting his ear off when you both made your way down the carpeted stairs towards the exit, past the decorations and blood splatter once more, out of the dead theatre, spotting only one or two employees left cleaning counters and floor as you left, their costume discarded on the counter as they swept.
exiting into the night, a gentle icy wind blew through your body, making a shiver wrack your body. you gripped katsuki's wrist to drag him faster to his car, desperate to retrieve your forgotten sweater from underneath the passenger seat before your lips turned blue. your tugging did little to change his pace, his heavy boots stomping along the paved car park, illuminated only by the moon and a singular lit lamppost just outside the cinemas doors, his car shrouded in the darkness of the night, alone in the lot.
chirping as it unlocked, you swung the door open immediately, digging around under the passenger seat where you knew you’d dropped the sweater, not paying attention to your friend climbing into the driver's seat beside you, still rummaging around under the seat when he made a disapproving sound. finally getting hold of the soft fabric of the sweater, you pulled it from under the seat, and into your lap to untangle the sleeves of it while eyeing katsuki, catching the signature scowl gracing his lips, although this one seemed tinged with confusion, tongue clicking against his teeth as the dashboard made a beeping sound once more before it turned dark. you watched him try it once more with a frustrated curse, “useless fucking thing.”
you pulled the sweater over your head, confusion painted on your face now, too, as you watched him reach under the steering wheel to click the lock for the metal bonnet.
“what’s going on?” curiously, you leaned over to peer at the dashboard with him, watching his nimble fingers unbuckle his seatbelt and climb from the car.
“‘m not sure yet, battery might be dead.” he grunted, closing the driver's door to go around the front of the car. you watched him through the pristine windshield until he was blocked by the bonnet being lifted and locked up into place. you followed suit, meeting him around the front, scarlet eyes darted around the metal and tubes and batteries, a muscular arm flexing when he squeezed the metal in frustration, swearing once more.
“shit, i’ll need to call for a jump.” you watched him think, sadly studying the battery that was ruining your plans with your bottom bedside drawer. “oh.”
“wait in the car, i’ll call ei to come help us.'' without question, you nod, studying the way he leaned back on the car, pulling up the number pad, rapidly typing in both of your closest friends' number. sparing one last glance up at him, you caught the unreadable look on katsuki’s face, an expression of his you’d never seen before, crimson eyes glaring down at the technology in front of him.
climbing once more into the car, you relaxed as much as you could into the seat, slipping your heavy boots off your feet with your body thrumming, no way to sit comfortably with the way your pussy throbbed against the seam of your panties, your hips jolting forward whenever you sat a certain way, the slashers bloody ghost mask imprinted behind your eyelids each time you blinked. your cheeks were hot, embarrassed to be so desperate from a movie, but still praying eijirou would rush to save you both to solve katsuki’s problem and let you get home to fix yours.
you squirmed in the seat, your skin hot on the leather while you eyed the dark streets, hope growing in you with every car that drove down the street, only to be crushed when they continued past the cinema. waiting for a moment longer with quivering thighs squeezed together, you finally huffed and opened the passenger door, “katsuki? did he answer?”
a beat went by, nothing responded to you except the soft chirp of crickets nestled in the dark of the greenery sprinkled around.
“katsuki?” you repeated, your voice a bit louder, and still you heard nothing back, the silence interrupted by the vibrating of your phone.
left all alone, sweetheart?
12:41am
you reread the text from the unknown number with your heart in your throat, nervously watching a typing bubble pop up beneath it.
you climbed off the seat warmed by your body to take on the cool night in search for your silent friend, the skin of your thighs erupting in goosebumps the moment your light feet landed on the ground, wrapping tingling arms around your torso, you attempted to rationalise while you watched the bubble disappear. rounding the front of the car, you scanned the space in front of the car, expecting to see the hulking blond standing there, ready to jump out and scare you, instead, the spot was empty, not a trace he’d even been there to begin with.
brave little hero. you’re not the type to run headfirst into danger.12:42am
let’s play a game, see if you can win him back, sweetheart.
12:42am
your breath was knocked from your chest reading the text, your heartbeat deafening when you choked out his name once more, your tone painted with worry.
“i swear to god, if this is a joke i'll make sure no one hears from you ever again.” shivering, and not from the cold, your voice shook, wide eyes not conveying the threatening aura you were trying to achieve, nor your entire trust in this only being a joke.
and if you get an answer wrong i’ll make sure no one finds you.
12:42am
your blood ran cold feeling the phone buzz again, your face still shamefully warm when your cunt throbbed at the threat, fear and need settling in the pit of your stomach. sucking in a breath, you shouted at nothing, “fine!”
you’ll be a good final girl.
12:43am
if you’re smart about it.
12:43am
you crept around the car silently, sticking close by the lifted hood to scan the darkness around you, sneaking around the side to get back inside the car, desperate to get back to safety, wanting to think this through, to be smart about getting katsuki back by your side. seeing no one, you darted for the driver’s side door, tugging on the smooth handle with trembling hands, the lock unlatching only for a moment before being shoved shut once more with a strong, scarred hand planted on the window, causing you to squeal in surprise when the door slammed with a thud.
“wrong move, final girl,” his deep voice whispered in your ear, feeling like it was echoing all around you, his free hand clamping around your hip to keep your weak legs upright. your stalker smiled into your hair, ego swelling at how easily he had you worked up from a few threatening texts, “how wet are you right now?”
katsuki rasped, voice impossibly deeper, his nose bumping your temple when he spoke. heat flushed through your body, embarrassment pooling in your stomach, only adding to the drippiness of your needy pussy.
“what?”
“what?” he mocked, “you think i wouldn’t notice you humpin the fuckin air in there? what was it, sweetheart? the blood, or the fear?”
sharp teeth emphasised his final question, canines catching on your sensitive lobe, his hand tightening around your hip, pinning you hard between his thick chest and tumid car.
“i don't have any idea what youre talking about.” your voice was an uneven, unconvincing murmur, your breath fogging on the window in front of your face, blurring your view of him, bar a sliver of the cherry-red of his irises reflecting back at you. you felt the fervid heat of his eyes on yours as if there wasn’t a single obstacle between you and him, the burn of his gaze dropping down to your lips when you surrendered a shuddering breath.
“you don’t?” you shook your head, barely disturbing the air around you, more shy than you ever had been since knowing him, “that didn’t turn you on at all?”
you shook your head once more, your gaze averting to the ground beneath your feet, suddenly interested in the shine of the lamplight on his boots instead of his interrogating, knowing he already knew the answers to every question he asked you.
his calloused fingertips ran up your plush, pillowy thighs, blunt fingernails digging in at the peak, a mere inch away from your dripping core, “c’mon, final girl, tell the truth, and i’ll stop.”
he got impossibly closer, crowding over you with a thick forearm sliding around your waist, settling in where he remained still, the hairs on the back of your neck standing when you felt his gentle breath there. your hips jerked forward into his biting nails, surely leaving half-moon indent in the soft skin underneath them. you felt his cocky smile in your hair when a low mewl reverberated in your throat, your bitten lips smothering the sound almost imperceptibly, “please, don’t stop.”
katsuki heard you, his ears so attuned to your voice, he’d hear you in a sea of half a million people, loud and clear. still, he let his fingers drop further away from where you needed him, incessant in his teasing, “what was that? “please stop”?”
his hold around you loosened, his boot disappearing from your view when he took a step back, this time it was your fingers digging into the skin of his forearm, pulling him close to you, “no, katsuki, please don’t stop.”
he didn’t need to hear a single word more from you, his cock already straining against his pants hearing your shaky voice beg only twice for him. he cursed again, his fingers gliding over your skin, not going to deny you, or himself, the pleasure of dipping his fingers into your sopping cunt.
a high pitched mewl escaped you when he swiped his thumb over your slit, the soaking fabric still separating you two doing nothing to weaken the pleasure his skilled fingers brought you, enough to have your hips bucking into his hold again. katsuki’s devilish laugh tickles the back of your neck, your eyelids becoming heavy with need filling your veins, adrenaline keeping your heart beating loudly in your ears, and lightning through your body when he finally slips his fingers under the waistband of your panties, hardened fingertips free to touch your core any way he desired. snaking his free hand up your body, katsuki brushed the hair from your neck, letting his hand rest slackly at the base of your throat, leaving the junction where your shoulder met your neck free for him to plant his lips there, sucking your skin into his mouth, bringing your blood as close to the surface of your skin as he could without a buck knife of his own. you crooned, warm body melting into the blond’s touch, stumbling back over your own feet when he slid his hand under your skirt to pull you back a foot by your hip, holding you hard to his chest, a thick, powerful arm holding you upright. your lustful eyes were trained on his hand when it abandoned its hold on your throat, committing every flaw, divot, vein and scar to memory while he yanked the shiny handle, shoving it further out of his way with his shoulder before he let you drop forward again; missing his strength to keep your goo-like legs holding you up, you stumbled forward into the car, catching yourself on the driver's seat with your forearms, a stammer forced from your chest when you landed on your palms. you peer over your shoulder at him with wild, hazy eyes, adjusting yourself up on your hands, his hot hands pushing down on the small of your back to keep you firmly against the leather before you get too comfortable, marvelling at the feel of your hammering heart against the soft seat.
katsuki’s hands at the nape of your neck and the small of your back forced you to arch your back further, your plush ass pressing back into him when he lifted your head a couple of inches off the material by your hair, eliciting a high-pitched gasp from you, “say it again.”
there wasn’t a trace of a request in his tone, it was a simple demand, accentuated by the large hand pressing down harder on your back, contorting your body in an uncomfortable pose you’d be relieved of the second he had your approval once more, your trembling figure entirely in control of him despite his incredible strength holding you down.
“i need you, ‘ki, don’t stop.” your head fell forward, your ass pushed back against his hard cock, your stammer breathless but clear when you spoke, your shining lips parting to moan lowly when he released your hair to tease your core again, deft fingers fucking into you again, deeper than they were before when he was focused on taking your attention from the stupid slasher on the screen inside. now his attention was turned to having your pussy clenching him as soon as possible.
the blond behind you groaned, feeling your tight cunt hug his digits, squeezing like you were trying to swallow him deeper and deeper, mesmerised by the way you took him, your blushing, wanton face already marking the soft material of the seat with your foundation and he wasn’t even close to being done toying with you. you were already soaking after the little he was giving you, the movie and now his teasing ministrations having you dripping, hole clenching in anticipation; unnecessary for him to continue pumping his fingers in and out of you other than for his own lewd entertainment, needing to commit the sight to memory in case it never happened again.
“keep talkin’ to me, final girl, you want me to stop?”
you shook your head, your face buried in the crook of your elbow and your back arching into his touch, a long moan escaping you, getting closer and closer to cumming around his fingers, lewd squelching echoing in the dark night.
“you want me to fuck you like this?”
“mhm!”
“you thinkin’ of me or that pathetic slasher, huh?” katsuki's fingers curled as he whispered, forcing a choked gasp from you, any answer slipping from your mind when his fingertips grazed that sensitive spot inside you, your brain going blank, your vision turning white.
colour returned to your vision far too quickly, your bleary eyes snapping open, staring behind you where katsuki stood tall, one hand still pressing down on your back but no other part of him touching you, his wet fingers at his mouth instead of inside your aching pussy, sucking the two into his mouth, smirking down at your shocked face, one eyebrow raising when your mouth bobbed open and shut noiselessly.
“you’re not gonna be thinking of that pitiful ghostface when i fuck you,” the moonlight shining behind him cast his menacing face in darkness, only his eyes and sharp canines glowing from the shadows when he spoke, voice deep and gravelly with his own desire, unable to deny himself your sweet cunt any longer. his dexterous fingers working the shining steel button on his pants undone while you beam up at him, entranced by his bared teeth, narrow scarlet eyes watching you, blond locks hanging over his face when his stare shifted down, lining himself up with your sloppy hole, “you’re gonna be thinking. of. me.”
he sunk into you, word by demanding word, inch by salacious inch, until your eyes were rolling back into your skull, cock moulding your throbbing, silken cunt to the shape of him.
“katsukiiiii,” you panted, earning a sharp snap of his hips bumping your forward in the car across the seat, your soft sweater doing nothing but glide against the material, digging your fingernails into the soft leather, you tried to hold yourself still, an impossible feat against the strength of his movements.
katsuki’s hot hands seized your hips, pulling you back in time with him thrusting forward, his hips pressing into your squishy thighs hard enough to leave a dark bruise before he was pulling back out to fuck you hard again, his dominance making your pussy squeeze tighter around him, leaving you to helplessly cry out broken stammers of his name beneath him until your voice broke, your breathing growing faster, harder, with his movements, “oh-h, ka-katsuki, ‘m close.”
your slurring words had him fucking ever harder into you, helping you chase the orgasm you’d been desperate for since the second act, shifting your hips to have the head of his cock brushing the spongy spot deep inside your pretty cunt, hitting it again and again until you were squealing, creamy cum gushing out of you to collect around the base of his thick cock in a lewd ring. despite your spasming pussy, katsuki’s vice-like grip didn’t loosen, virile fingers splayed over your shaking hips, pulling them up to keep his pace, dragging his veiny cock in and out of you, watching your cum gather and drip down him to the ground below.
his cock felt like it was in your throat, every thrust forcing out garbled moans into the night air, even a deep sigh escaping the blond above you when your thighs twitched and trembled again. katsuki slid a hand up your spine from your hip, pushing your face back down with a strong grip on the back of your skull, leaning forward to grind deeper inside you, revelling in your muffled whine, watching the way your eyes widened before rolling back again, “you’re gonna cum again?”
katsuki’s mocking tone was uneven, tinged with his own impending end, but you still heard the cocky smile in his voice, his ego ever ballooning at the ease he worked you up, revelling in the warm squeeze of your thirsty cunt around his cock, more and more wetness dripping from you to collect around him. still, you nodded, too delirious to even try and deny the effect he had on you, your tense thighs and delirium only inflating his ego more.
“who makes you feel like this, huh?” his voice was a hoarse whisper now, thick eyebrows scrunching when you squeeze around him again, just from his voice and the stretch of his cock.
“you! you do, katsuki!” you choke out his name once more, your voice still muffled against the seat, his hand at the small of your back doing little to stop you standing on the very tip of your toes to swallow his cock deeper until he matched you with his own stammer of your name, pushing your head down harder as he stood up again, fucking rougher into you, faster, abusing your hole to get to his own end with you.
repeating his name like a mantra, your whole body tensed under him like you’d been shocked, a long whine of his name when you came intensely around him again, your high pitched keen making him follow suit, holding you firm against him, emptying himself into you, thrusting shallowly twice more to fuck his cum deep into you before he laid atop you with a low groan of his own.
you whimpered underneath him, your cunt still tight around him while you both started to calm, heart rates returning to normal, sweating skin cooling rapidly in the night air. you both laid still for a moment, bodies relaxing into the leather like you were in a liquid state, a soft whimper escaping you every so often as the last waves of your orgasm washed over you; similarly, katsuki remained still, gently releasing his grip on the back of your head to hold himself up above you before gingerly standing back up behind you, slowly pulling out of you with a soft wince at the sensitivity, glancing back up to study your face when you shivered at the loss of his warm body.
he leans over you to twist his keys in the ignition, the car starting with a low rumble, air blowing from the vents quickly warming both you and the car. you gawk up at him, stars still in your eyes when you connect the dots, “your car’s been fine the whole time?!”
he slides your soaking wet panties back up your thighs, snapping the waistband against your skin once they sat comfortably on your hips again,“obviously, the final girl’s supposed to notice that.”
“the final girl was a bit preoccupied.” you glare, gasping again when his fingers loosely loops around your throat to pull you up to stand in front of him again, lust dripping from his near-silent voice, “well, it’s just your luck the final girl owes me a favour…wanna see if you’ll survive the sequel?”
♫ ⏯︎ Materialism as a Means to an End - $uicideboy$
☆IT’S A PARTY! REQUEST EVENT | MASTERLIST
SHINSOU (BNHA) x FRAT PARTY [+EXHIBITIONISM]
REQUESTED BY ☆ @shin-kam-eve
LENGTH ☆ 4.3k
CONTAINS ☆ NSFW! College AU, drug mention (weed), heavy daddy kink, brat tamer daddy dom shinsou, d/s dynamics, lots of “brat” + one use of “little girl”, dubcon (weed + a hint of coercion), public sex, mostly consensual exhibitionism/voyuerism (reader is coaxed a bit), impact play, spanking as punishment, fingering, blowjob, light humiliation, light degradation, praise, partner sharing, threesome (technically), voyeur audience participation, descriptions of a game of smash bros that may be confusing idk it’s short tho, douchey frat boy antics that include a certain electric blonde ~
AN ☆ Happy Almost New Year everyone! This wasn’t what I had in mind for a NYE special, but that’s just kinda how it worked out. My next one will be the “official” NYE post, but uhhh it’ll be coming late lol. Anyways, in this I begin to explore a question that has always been on my mind: “what if the Upper Floor was a frat house?” LOL. I know you only requested Shinsou but I couldn’t help myself so… Eve come get your men!!!
"Gunnin’ and fuckin’, I murdered her pussy and her friend…”
“You’re being a brat.”
Shinsou says it gruffly, matter-of-factly, his eyes never leaving the flashing screen in front of him as his fingers dance quickly over the controller. The other boys around the couch snicker at his statement, exchanging sly glances as they pass a bong between them.
You wriggle under your boyfriend’s arms where they’re resting on his knees and he sighs heavily, adjusting himself to allow you to slide into his lap. The tell-tale voice calls “Game!” from the tv speakers and Kaminari adds his own outburst of “Suck it!” right after. Shinsou shoots a hard look up at you.
“Look what you did.”
You wrap your arms around his neck, jutting your bottom lip out to give him your most coquettish pout. “Maybe now you can stop playing and we can actually go up to the party,” you say with a small, candy-coated voice.
There is a whole party raging just upstairs and you haven’t even gotten to enjoy it yet. All you’ve gotten to see since arriving at the frat house is this dingy basement, and you’ve been voicing your displeasure about it for the last twenty minutes.
Sure, there are people milling about (mostly Shinsou’s frat brothers drinking and chatting) and there’s a game of beer pong carrying on in the corner, but all the real fun is happening upstairs. As riveting as it is to watch a group of boys smoke an ungodly amount of weed and play game after game of Smash Bros, you hadn’t put on your cute little pleated skirt to just rot away in a stoner den all night.
“C’mon ‘Toshi, I wanna go dance.”
He softens a bit at your pouty expression, a sigh pushing out through his nose. The lavender of his irises are accented by the tinge of red that’s taken over the white, and his lids look even heavier than usual as he blinks up at you. He’s still so handsome, you think – maybe even more so now, that murky charm of his turned up to the max whenever he’s stoned.
Shinsou finally smiles, one corner of his mouth pulling up lazily. His arms wrap around you, a hand hooking under your leg and coaxing you to straddle him.
“Why don’t you come ask Daddy nicely then,” he says in that deep, rumbling voice of his, loud enough so the group around the tv can hear. The boys don’t even try to quiet their chuckles this time, and your face heats up at the sound. Shinsou smirks up at you, palms forming around your ass and squeezing lightly, and you swear you can feel the eyes watching your skirt ride up.
“P-please—“
“What’s that, baby? You gotta speak up.”
Your chin lowers to your chest, eyes averting to a $uicideboy$ poster on the wall by the beer pong table. Purple hair comes into your line of sight when Shinsou tilts his head to recapture your attention.
“Daddy’s waiting.”
More snorts of laughter. You know the flush on your face must be noticeable by now, even in the dim light. Hands fiddling with the hem of Shinsou’s t-shirt, you look back to him.
“Please, Daddy?”
He’s like a drowsy cheshire cat, mischief coating his features and spreading to his hands, which have found their way under your skirt to massage at your cheeks. “Y’know you’ve been kind of a brat since you got here,” he muses, voice thick and gravelly from all the smoke, “My boys are here smoking you out, showing you a good time and all you’ve done is whine. Where are your manners?”
You bite at your cheek, rolling the silver chain on his neck around in your fingers, suddenly interested in the way the little barbed wires glint in the light. He makes you feel so small when he talks to you like this – like something tiny and silly, a disobedient puppy in need of discipline. But it also makes you squirm, desperate for the coarse fabric of his jeans to press into you and soothe the growing ache between your legs.
Shinsou notices, and so do all of his friends.
He sucks his teeth at you, a condescending little tut that stabs at your stomach. “I can’t just give you what you want when you’re acting like a spoiled brat, now can I? So let’s do this,” you don’t notice the way he looks at his friends over your shoulder, the way his brows jump for a moment before his eyes turn back to you, “Since you made Daddy lose this match to Kami, you gotta play him next. If you win, we can do whatever you want. But if you lose, you gotta take your punishment.”
You glance to your right at Kaminari where he’s splayed out on the cushions. His hand rubs at his chest under his shirt, causing the fabric to bunch up and expose his lean stomach. A thin trail of blonde hair creeps down his abdomen, drawing your eyes from his belly button to where it disappears under the boxers that are peeking out from the top of his jeans. Your eyes snap up to his face, and he smiles knowingly at you, cat-like expression lit by the harsh light of the tv in front of him.
“Don’t be scared, cutie,” he gives you a playful wink, “I’ll go easy on ya.”
XXX
You end up turned around in Shinsou’s lap, a controller stuffed into your hands only after you’ve taken a heavy hit from the bong. (“Everyone plays better when they’re high,” Kaminari had said as he lit the bowl for you, “It loosens you up.”) Two embarrassing off-screen explosions later, and you’re down to your last stock. You’re not a complete novice, you’d gotten one kill in, but compared to Kaminari you’re like a fish out of water, flailing desperately against his expert movements.
All the while Shinsou sits pressed against your back, his rough hands wandering up and down your thighs. They slide under the edge of your skirt and move inward, dangerously close to your core, and squeeze, pushing a sharp breath into your lungs. Shinsou chuckles against your neck, “Better focus, baby girl.”
Even more boys have begun to gather around, but not a single one of them is watching the screen. They’re a pack of wolves, licking their chops and eyeing you hungrily, taking in every small sound Shinsou pulls from you, appreciating when his hands push your skirt up that much higher, eating up the way you wiggle and bounce and squeeze your thighs together the more he teases you.
And Kaminari’s grin as he racks up damage on your character is just as wolfish.
Fingers pressing clumsily at the plastic buttons, you do your best to evade Kaminari’s onslaught of attacks. The little Pikachu on screen is relentless in its assault, moving quicker than you’re able to register. A crack of lightning shoots down from the sky and hits your character, sending it flying through the air and off the edge of the screen. One final explosion and the yell of “Game!” signals your defeat.
You huff, swiveling to shoot a glare at the blonde, who just shrugs in response. “Oops, guess I’m just too good.”
Shinsou shifting behind you forces you to stand up, and he grips your hips, turning you around to face him. His expression is shadowy and serious, mouth pressed into a thin line. It’s a look you know well – one that commands. One that warns you to behave.
“You know what happens now, right?”
“Yes.”
His eyes narrow at you. “Yes, what?”
“Yes, Daddy.”
His lips turn up into a small smile, eyes darkening with a sick satisfaction. Shinsou secretly enjoys it when you’re a brat, but only because he likes to correct you, likes watching the way your face falls and your eyes widen when you’re reminded of your place. Shinsou loves it when he has to make you behave.
And he’s especially going to love flexing his power over you right here, for everyone to see.
“Good,” his hands pull you forward, beginning to maneuver you over his lap, “get into position then.”
One knee on the couch, half bent over Shinsou’s lap, you falter. You know what it means to receive punishment from your boyfriend, this dynamic all too familiar, but you had never been punished in a room full of people.
“W-wait, ‘Toshi,” you squeak, bewildered, “right here?”
His jaw jumps slightly in irritation, but otherwise he remains stoic when he responds. “Where else? You want to be a brat right here, you can take your punishment right here.”
You’re swiftly pulled down into his lap, your hips angled over his legs, and he bars an arm over the back of your thighs to keep you from wiggling free. “‘Toshi–”
“Correct yourself now, brat.”
“Daddy,” you amend quickly, not wanting any further punishment, “We can’t do this right here, everyone — everyone will see and—“
A lavender eyebrow cocks up at you, amusement coloring Shinsou’s face. “You scared of everyone watching?”
Chewing on the inside of your cheek nervously, you nod.
“You wanted to make a show of being a brat, but now you’re scared to put on a show everyone actually wants to see?” He jerks his chin up, gesturing out towards the room. “Look, they all want to watch.”
You realize now that your eyes have been glued to Shinsou, too embarrassed to lift your gaze to anyone else, not ready to face the judgment of it all. But, at Shinsou’s expectant look, you do. You turn and scan the crowd around you, and you’re met with grins that seem to glow in the dim light, eyes that leer down at you as though you aren’t fully human, but a toy on display.
It’s alarming, but it’s also exciting. And, as if to lull you into a sense of normalcy, the chatter continues around you, partygoers sipping at their drinks, music bumping through the walls and the plastic-y bounce of a ping-pong ball ringing out every so often. Everything is business as usual, the party is still going.
You just so happen to be the entertainment.
Feeling you relax a bit, Shinsou grins. He turns his face to the crowd, and his voice fills the basement.
“Who wants to see me spank this brat?!”
Jeers erupt around the room, beer cans and red cups crowding the air. A stray “show her who’s boss, Shinsou!” carries over the crowd, provoking more yells of approval and barks of laughter. It’s barbaric, the way the party has so crudely joined in, and yet your body instantly heats up from the attention.
It’s humiliating, and dehumanizing, and disgusting – and you’re sure a wet spot is currently forming on your panties because of it.
“See? They love this shit. Now, you want to be a good girl for me, don’t you?”
You peer back over your shoulder at Shinsou and hum an affirmative. He smiles, “Good. You’ll get thirty, one for each minute you’ve been here acting ungrateful. And I want you counting nice and loud, so all of us can hear.”
More laughs and jeers around you. You swallow dryly, settling into the couch finally with your arms folded underneath your face. Your ass is propped up over your boyfriend’s thighs, cute and round and begging to be reddened. Shinsou rubs and squeezes at the plushness, then finally flips your skirt up, and the room cheers.
You’re thankful now that you chose to wear a pair of panties with a bit more coverage, the lace of your boyshorts decorating your skin with dainty spirals and flowers. They don’t cover much for long though, as Shinsou slides them up high, wedging them into your cheeks to expose more of you. The fabric digs into your cunt and you gasp, biting down on your lower lip to suppress the moan that threatens to slip through.
His voice is like spiced honey when he leans in to ask quietly, “You ready, baby? Gonna behave?”
You nod, and then a hand is coming down, strong and deliberate on your soft skin.
Thwap.
“One.”
“Louder.” Thwap.
“Two!”
“Good girl.” Thwap.
“Th-Three!”
With each stinging pass of Shinsou’s hand, you squeak out a number – a sadistic game of call and response that soon has you unraveling. Your boyfriend is anything but gentle, raising his hand high above his head and bringing it down hard on your sweet, sensitive skin. A sick smile cracks his lips open just so, low eyes trained down on his target. He loves watching the skin turn pink and raised, outlines of long fingers slowly appearing on you like a sizzling brand.
Onlookers cheer him on, whooping and clapping, sometimes counting along with you. But you’re hyper-focused on the feel of Shinsou’s hands on you, the sharp pain followed by the dull ache of him rubbing and squeezing. Every time his hands linger, sliding down your thighs or pulling at your cheeks, your breath hitches in your throat. The ache of your ass is nothing compared to the one that pulses between your legs – you are hoping, praying that he dips his fingers just a bit lower.
By the time “fifteen” pushes from your throat, it’s hoarse and broken. Your lip wobbles, tears welling in your lashes, threatening to spill over and humiliate you even more. You try to bury your face into the cushions below, but Shinsou tuts at you, leaning over to grip your jaw between his fingers. Turning your face to the side, darkened amethyst looks you over, scrutinizing.
Your big doe eyes are swimming with tears, your cute face flushed, bottom lip quivering faintly – and, god, does that make Shinsou’s dick hard. Seeing you like this, misty-eyed and submissive, always makes his chest swell with pride, and his cock swell to life in his jeans.
He loves this part, when your mind has become so hazy, so overwhelmed with pain and desire and him, that it’s like a switch is flipped and you turn into something brainless and obedient – a pretty little doll for him to play with.
“Poor little thing,” he coos, deep voice oozing with faux sweetness, “can’t handle it, hm? Need someone to hold your hand?”
You sniffle a yes, and Shinsou’s eyes flit up, smirking when they meet a wide golden pair. “Why don’t you make yourself useful and come here, Kami.”
A cocky smile spreads across Kaminari’s face, masking the perverse curiosity that was there just moments ago. His hands come up in something overly nonchalant. “I mean, if the lady needs me.”
Sliding across the cracked leather of the couch, Kaminari settles himself under your top half, your head coming to rest in his lap. You turn your face, cheek pressing into his jeans, and blink up at him through heavy, tear-filled lashes. He thinks he’s never seen a face more adorable – never seen a face more perfect for rubbing his cock on.
Shinsou continues doling out your punishment, and Kaminari is eager to soothe you as you jerk and moan in his lap. His hand tucks your hair behind your ear, painted fingers gently wiping the tears from your cheeks. And his smooth voice calms you, pretty lips forming around sweet praises for you, “Doing so good, cutie. Such a good girl. That cute little ass can really take a beating, huh?”
Another harsh swat to your ass, and your brain is short-circuiting. Pain radiates from your cheeks, the heat generated from Shinsou’s smacks warming the skin until it’s burning. He smacks again, and again, and you whimper, fat tears escaping from your lash line and staining Kaminari’s lap below.
You don’t even realize you’ve stopped counting, or that Shinsou is addressing that fact, until pain shoots through your scalp, his hand tangling in your hair and jerking your head up.
“I said,” he hisses, annoyed with your insolence, “What number are you on, brat?”
“U-um…” you stammer, trying desperately to think through the fog of subspace.
Nails dig into the sensitive flesh of your ass. “If you can’t tell me,” Shinsou says slowly, evenly, “then you’ll start over from zero.”
Hazy eyes bounce around the crowd, silently begging for a reminder, for somebody to take pity on you and give you the answer. The only response you get are devilish grins and mean laughs, until somebody in the crowd throws out a random number and others begin to join in, a domino of “seven!”, “twelve!”, “fifty-six!” tumbling through the room.
Panic begins to set in, but your saving grace comes in the form of blonde locks tickling at your face, Kaminari leaning down to murmur to you, “you left off on twenty-one.”
“I l-left off on twenty-one, Daddy!”
Shinsou hums, loosening his hold and letting your head fall back onto Kaminari’s thigh.
“Don’t lose count again,” he warns, “and make sure we can all hear that dirty little mouth counting.”
After more winces, groans, and yelps, you finally come to the end. You practically scream the number “thirty!” when your boyfriend delivers the final blow, and the room erupts into applause. Shinsou rubs at your ass, pressing kisses to the welts, and Kaminari cards his fingers through your hair, singing praises your brain can’t register.
A million tiny fires dance across the flesh of your ass, the sting so intensely hot that it almost feels cold. Breathing shakily, you smile to yourself, mind swimming with something thick and syrupy.
Your pussy is also syrupy, and you’re reminded of that when Shinsou begins to run his fingers slowly over your clothed slit.
Your eyes roll back, ass arching up into the touch, now so drunk on submission that you’re not embarrassed by the wanton moan you let out into Kaminari’s lap. When the pressure increases, digits rubbing deliberately into your puffy clit, you bury your face further into his lap – and Kaminari thinks he might explode.
Shinsou is thoroughly enjoying watching you both lose it – you squirming and whining with your face pressed so close to his roommate’s dick, and Kaminari biting on his lower lip, cheeks flushing as he tries desperately not to hump into you.
“I think you deserve a little treat, baby,” he finally says, and you practically squeal in response, face appearing suddenly to meet his eyes over your shoulder.
“But,” he continues, “You need to thank Kami for being so helpful.”
You’re turning your head back, starting to thank the blonde, but Shinsou’s deep timbre cuts through your words.
“No, not with your voice – thank him with your mouth.”
“Ooh”s and “oh shit”s and “no fair”s bounce around the room, but the sound of Kaminari fumbling with his belt is much louder in your ears. Even louder is the sound of your own pleasure, a croaking moan leaving you when Shinsou finally pulls your panties down and slides his fingers through your honeyed folds.
Some bodies crowd around behind Shinsou, watching with hungry eyes as your pretty cunt drips and clenches. Others choose to settle in around your front, eager to see your pouty mouth filled with cock.
Kaminari finally pushes his jeans down his thighs, and his cock bounces up, hitting his clothed abdomen with a muted slap. It’s pretty – long and curved with a head red as a cherry sitting right on top of a milky shaft.
He runs his hand over it a couple times, squeezing hard until the tip is leaking down his hand, sticky precum coating his cock and making it shine. You can feel the heat of it as he strokes it in your face, can smell his heady musk, and it makes your tongue swipe over your lips in anticipation.
“Go ahead, pretty girl,” Kaminari says with a smile, “show me how thankful you are.”
You lower down and look up at him, eyes wide and curious as you flick your tongue out to kitten-lick at the head. You lick your lips, tasting his salty arousal, and snake your tongue back out to dance over him again.
Golden eyes haze over, lashes fluttering at your touch, hips bucking slightly when you finally wrap your lips around his aching cock. All of that saucy arrogance melts instantly into your mouth.
“Fuck,” he breathes, chewing on his lower lip to suppress his sounds, “you look so fuckin’ cute with my dick in your mouth.”
You hum in satisfaction and begin moving over him, and Kaminari throws his head back on a loud whine. He’s so sensitive, twitching and bucking as you suck up and down his length. His hands find your hair, gathering it up loosely into one of his palms, and he watches you, panting and moaning with each drag down his length, each hard suck on his tip.
And then Shinsou is pressing his fingers deep inside you, curling them in on themselves to prod at your sweet spot while the thumb on his other hand rubs into your puffy clit. You moan around Kaminari’s cock, face screwing up in pleasure. You pop him out of your mouth to rest your face on his thigh as you’re quickly worked up towards a much needed release.
Shinsou’s fingers suddenly pull out of you, leaving your cunt clenching around nothing, and you let out a whine that jumps up to a yelp when he brings his hand down on your still sensitive ass. “Don’t stop,” he commands, “If you cum before him, I’ll punish you all over again. Put that little brat mouth to work unless you want thirty more.”
Then Shinsou’s lips are twisting up into a devious smile, sharp eyes finding Kaminari’s. “And if you cum before her, you’ll be the one punished.”
Neither Shinsou nor Kaminari knows exactly what that will look like between them, but the thought makes the blood sear in their veins.
Kaminari’s eyes are wide with shock, locked on dark violet, until they’re rolling up into his head. Your hot mouth is back on him, working over him with renewed vigor, slurping and gagging around him like your life depends on it. His gaze is pulled back to you, watching your head bob up and down, your eyes squeezed shut in concentration.
Shinsou’s fingers return to your slick hole, plunging into you easily with a loud squelch. “Dirty little girl,” he chuckles, “you’re dripping all over. Sucking cock in the middle of a party make you this wet?” He digs his fingers hard into the spongey wall deep inside you, and you squeal in response.
Expert hands continue to work over your pussy. The pleasure builds and pushes wet moans from your throat that wrap beautifully around the cock filling out your mouth. Trying to distract yourself from the growing tension in your belly, you drop your head all the way down, forcing your throat open to accommodate Kaminari’s cock.
“Holy shit, fuck–” His head falls back on his shoulders, hips bucking involuntarily and shoving himself further into your throat. “H-ah, ohmygod, if you keep d-doing that–”
So you keep doing it, racing against your own impending orgasm, fighting to keep the tether inside you from snapping as you’re filled from both ends. You take Kaminari in your throat over and over again, gagging and sputtering until thick saliva is pooling at the base of his cock, coating his tight balls. He’s whining, babbling praises, hands clenching and unclenching in your hair – completely lost in the heaven of your mouth.
And then you bring a hand to his balls, massaging them in your palms, letting them slip in your grasp while you gurgle around him — and Kaminari can’t hold it. “Oh fuck, I’m gonna — haah — i-in your mouth—“
A strangled whine like a wounded animal comes from deep in his chest as he begins to pulse in your mouth. A strong hand pushes hard on the back of your head, Shinsou forcing you all the way down until your lips are pressed to the skin of Kaminari’s pelvis.
“Good fucking girl, now swallow every last drop,” Shinsou tells you, fingers still working in and out of you.
You can’t hear the room cheering over the blood rushing to your ears, and Kaminari’s high-pitched moans. His cock kicks and tenses in your mouth, unloading rope after rope of hot cum right down your throat, all while Shinsou holds you there firmly, giving you no choice but to swallow it all.
When you’re finally released, you shoot your head up with a gasp, desperate for air, but quickly melt back into Kaminari’s lap with your ass arched up high.
“That’s right, there you go, such a good little slut, taking everything I give you,” comes Shinsou’s voice behind you, accented by the slick sounds of your pussy as he fucks you on his long digits. “Now cum all over my fucking fingers.”
And you do. With everyone watching. You scream, and drool, and cream all over Shinsou’s fingers with a room full of frat boys hollering like animals celebrating a kill.
It’s the most vulgar, barbaric display — and it makes your legs shake harder, the waves of pleasure crashing even more violently through you. You fall apart completely, beautifully, for the whole room to enjoy. Like some sordid performance art for the most perverted of enthusiasts.
Once you’ve come down from your high, Shinsou perches you back on his lap, petting your hair and humming praises in your ear. He lets his brothers praise you too, enjoys the way you blush and bury your face in the crook of his neck when they say something especially crude. And when someone playfully asks when the next ‘show’ will be, he shoots a look over to the blonde slumped into the couch next to you.
“Well, this one needs to be dealt with.”
And everyone perks up, especially you. Shinsou notices, squeezing at your hips and bringing his lips to your ear to ask,
I’m so tired so of course all I can imagine is a cuddle/nap session with Shinso. He would always be down and honestly initiates it 99% of the time. I feel like Shinso is very touch starved but he doesn’t quite understand that and doesn’t know how to communicate that properly but when you two lay down he has easy access to your body and I’m not (only) talking about in a sexual way. He also just enjoys being able to run his hands up and down your body, so slowly that it leaves goosebumps in its wake and he loves when you sigh softly in content.
He could stay all day wrapped in your embrace with a big fluffy blanket wrapped around you two.
Summary: Deep in your heart you hoped that you would have a place in his heart, deep in his heart he hoped to get close to you, your hesitation to open up to him and his inexperience in relationships ruined everything between you even if there was nothing to ruin.
Pro hero! au, female reader, marriage, angst, curse, mention of cheating, A lot a lot of drama, heavy smut?, happy ending, mdni +18.
an: I'm not the one who write the smut part. My friend wrote it for me. I hope you enjoy reading <3
wc: 15k
It's been a year since your marriage, a whole year of neglect, the pro hero didn't have time to spend with you because of the nature of his work, but it didn't bother you cuz after a few months of your dry marriage, you became used to the boring routine without him.
You have separate rooms, you never shared a room once when on your first day together, you always wondered why you agreed to marry him. Was it the right choice? Is it worth it? Or did your stupid wishful thinking make you think that you might live a romantic story with the pro hero Dynamight?
Your first year was devoid of events and other romantic matters. You weren't acting like a married couple, even at public events you were just standing next to him with a little smile on your face as he wore his usual frown, he never danced with you nor even held your hand which made rumors spread that there were problems between you two.
Bakugou was not that bad. He has bought you everything you need and allowed you to do whatever you want. It wasn't like he cared what you were doing anyway. He worked all the time, even on his days off He stay in his room and only came out at lunchtime.
It wasn't common for the two of you to exchange words, just simple phrases like "good morning" "good evening" and "good night" You don't remember when you had a long conversation with him because he's always been busy with work his priorities and you're clearly not one of them.
You know you should talk to him and tell him you're sick of it. But you choose to wait until he realizes how bad your relationship is, it may seem to your friends that you are a couple but in fact, you thought you were more strangers than that.
Sitting on the sofa in the living room a tired sigh escaped your lips while you were staring at the TV. It wasn't anything interesting just a dull look on your face, you were bored to the point of killing you internally.
You sighed again and turned off the TV. You lay down on the sofa to start thinking again. Tomorrow is your twenty-second birthday. Will Bakugou forget your birthday again?
Last year he gave you a false promise saying he would be there for you and on the promised day you only saw dust. He didn't call you he didn't text you and when he came back he didn't tell you happy birthday or even a knock on your door that made you upset Why would he marry you if he treats you like that?
Why did he marry you? Why did he propose marriage to you at one of the parties you attended with your friends? Does he have an ulterior motive? Or did he want to play with your feelings and leave you when the moment comes when he finds the girl of his dreams? But marriage is a big step he could only date you.
Your wedding party wasn't perfect, just your families, your best friends, nothing more, nothing less, and it was fast. You weren't satisfied, but because he wanted to, you told yourself it was okay.
Are you the only one struggling with this doomed marriage? You don't see any progress from him. Maybe you just have to finally make up your mind and tell him that you want a divorce and that you're sick of this game, but deep in your heart you know you can't do it because you love him.
Your day passed with no events, only the boring routine repeated and you knew that Bakugou would not come before midnight, you pulled yourself off the sofa and with a heavy head you headed towards your room, God knows how much you longed for sleep, wishing that your life was just a dream, and you may finally wake up to see that everything that happened is just a fucking dream doesn't exist and now you live in a simple house with your friends having a good time together.
But reality always hits you bitterly. This is your life and you have to accept it unless you change your mind and leave the person you adored whom you fell in love with. It will be difficult, but the results will be good for you, right? There is no harm in trying, my dear.
Since tomorrow is your birthday, you have decided that you will not wait for your husband to do something for you , not as if he will remember. You have organized a whole schedule full of work and activities that you love, and all you have to do is ask him for some money, you decide to ask him tomorrow and now you will take a rest and sleep.
You waited for him to make his coffee and tell him what you wanted to do, you heard your husband blow and automatically raised your head to meet your eyes for a few seconds until Bakugou coughed causing you to raise an eyebrow. waiting for him to say what he got.
You remained calm waiting for him to speak or say what he has, he is still thinking about what he should say or trying to arrange his words. You didn't know exactly how he was feeling but his features were a little lost, a small part of you wanted him to remember that it was your birthday and that you were finally going to move forward with your relationship to improve it but when he spoke you felt like mountains had been placed on your shoulders.
"There's going to be an important event today and you have to come with me." He was trying to be polite and calm as he asks you about it. His feeling told him that he should be act like this around you. It annoys him. he doesn't like it, but also, he doesn't know what he wants exactly. Does he want you? Or does he really regret his decision to marry you? Why can't he be normal with you? It was a wave of unwelcome feelings that came into him every time he saw you, he came out of his sea of thoughts upon hearing your voice.
"Okay, what time?" Your sad tone wasn't unnoticeable, but he decided to ignore it now and decided to ask you later. Now he will focus on the event, "It's eight o'clock, I'll pick you up, be ready." Once he finished his sentence, he left with his coffee, leaving behind a broken heart.
He was a coward. He admits that he's a damn coward, he still doesn't know how to act around you and he doesn't even try to ask you nor know how you feel, it weighs him down, he wants to be close to you. Want to be happy with you like a normal couple. So why is it so hard?
In the evening you had already finished getting dressed while Bakugou was in the other room, you expected that he would get ready at his agency and come to pick you up afterwards, but having him at home made you feel a little at ease, at least he didn't forget that he had a house.
Honestly, you were not in the mood to go to the event at the same time you didn't want to reject your husband, nor did you feel a comfortable feeling that something wrong would happen and your intuition would never be wrong.
you sighed and was about to leave the room, you heard a knock and you can tell who it is without asking. It was your husband.
"Are you ready?" His voice was husky, calm, and gentle, unlike his loud nature. It makes you feel butterflies in your stomach Because he is just like that with you. It makes you wonder why the simplest things about him make you feel this way. You opened the door and the first thing you saw was the sight of your handsome husband in a tuxedo. God, he was stunning, incredible, and attractive. You automatically locked yourself up looking at him in admiration.
He smiled when he noticed you were staring at him for a long time then coughed, "I guess you're ready, my wife?"
My wife.
My wife.
You only hear it when there is a hero event. Cool, he knows you as his wife only when there is an important event for him while on the rest of the days he acts as if you are the plague and avoids you as much as possible.
“Yes, let’s go.” thus ended your conversation that had not yet begun. You had nothing to say, and it was not as if you were waiting for Great Explosion Murder lord Dynamight to say something. You know he won't talk. so you shut your mouth.
Contrary to your expectation, on your way to the event, Bakugou was talking about his work and how much it was a pain in his ass. You listen to him carefully and give him some answers and sometimes you agree with him. This simple thing made you happy and made you think there is hope to save your marriage.
Or maybe he remembers that today is your forgotten birthday.
When you arrived you were greeted by your husband's best friend Red Riot. With his sharky smile on his face, "Hello there, you're late! Everyone's waiting for you!"
Bakugou snorted and said, "You're early, we arrived on time, Shitty hair”
"Come on Bakubro! Also dear yn let's enter the place is really cool!" you were dragged by the red-haired man with your husband, and his relaxed features changed to his usual frown.
The party's organizer was one of your husband's classmates, Yaoyorozu Momo. No wonder the venue was so gorgeous, you were staring around, wishing to see a face you knew until someone whispered near your ear, making you flinch, "Do you like the place?"
Again it was your husband. Seriously what's wrong with him today did he hit his head?
You answered hesitantly, "Yes, it's really amazing." Trying as much as possible to look at anything else but him, why is he acting strange? This is not his nature. He talks a lot. He asks you for your opinion. He came close to you smiling a lot at you.
“Good.” He gave you again that smile you had seen before you both left. you returned the smile, but it gradually disappeared when Bakugou leaned toward you and gave you a kiss on the cheek. It made your cheeks burn and made you nervous.
“What are you doing?” You asked him with your cheeks flushed, making him raise an eyebrow.
“Kissing my wife cheek?” He answered you as if it was the simplest thing he had done, he was playing with your nerves, God gives her patience. A kiss on the cheek ? since when has he been doing such intimate things?
You decided to ignore it and ask him later about his strange behavior and now you will enjoy it as much as possible, you smiled at him and put your hand on one of his cheek, stood on your toes to kiss him on the other cheek.
He blushed hard and muttered some words you didn't understand it but you sure he was cursing, his cute look made you giggle as he glared at you with a frown and a red face.
“look who we have here”
A voice came behind you and your smile widened when you found out who the voice was, Shinso Hitoshi, your best friend since high school. Bakugou watched the change in your features and it bothered him.
"Toshi!" You screamed happily and quickly walked away from your husband to throw yourself into your best friend's arms, it's been a long time since you last saw him, you really miss him.
Bakugou puts his hands in his pockets and glares at your position. Well, he doesn't like it, but why does he feel that he doesn't deserve to be jealous? But still, this bastard is just your friend while he's your husband.
He has no right to be jealous when he's the one avoiding you.
A sigh escaped him and he decided to leave you with that fucker and he is going to spend some time with his friends.
You didn't realise you'd been hugging the boy for so long until he said, "Did you miss me that much?" with his usual smirk.
you finally walked away from his embrace and said "a lot." your smile widened at him as he raised his hand and gently patted your head.
“How's the things going with...you know who I mean"
Shinso did not and will not love Bakugou not even once, he was against marriage from the beginning but when he saw how happy you were he decided not to say anything so as not to ruin it.
The change in your features, which was barely visible, didn't go unnoticed by Shinso, which made him narrow his eyes at you while you were trying to make things look okay. you said, "It's all right." no it’s not.
"are you sure?" You are worrying him, your lie was clear about why you don't want to tell him, maybe it'll make you feel better. You sighed and shook your head sadly.
Shinso reads you like an open book and lying to him is not a solution to escape from telling him.
you will tell him everything.
“Fucking brat that piece of shit I swear to god I’m going to wash his brain and let him do every stupid thing that comes to my mind,” Shinso said, angrily between his teeth, staring at the cup that you believe will break at any moment if he stays like this.
“No, you don't”
“What makes you sure?”
“I will not let you do it”
“As if I'm going to do it in front of you”
“Hitoshi!” you shouted not that loud just to warn him. That makes him frown more and mumble “fine fine”
Then he adjusts his seat to face you and said “Are you going to stay like this? Aren't you going to go tell him? If you don't do it I'll do it here and right now, look at yourself you've lost a lot of weight! Your cheeks that I used to love to pinch are gone, and the circles under your eyes if someone focuses on your face they'll see it clearly if you're not happy then why are you so clingy He's not worthy! He doesn't deserve the pain you're going through for him! If he cared, he wouldn't have forgotten that today is your birthday and you're supposed to spend it together not on a fucking silly event!"
You raised a hand placed it on his shoulder and said softly, "Look, Hitoshi, I know you're worried about me, but you shouldn't be upset for me, I know what I’m going to do."
"By seeing him ignore you every day and you just stare at him without saying or doing anything? That's fucking stupid yn. You better do something. If keeping you away from that asshole will make you okay, I'll do everything I can to keep you away from him and if it's a good idea to tell him then tell him but if he doesn't understand I'll do what I said a while ago and I'm not joking around." The serious tone of his voice made you smile. You're really lucky to have someone like him in your life. Someone who cares about you.
"I appreciate it, Hitoshi. I really appreciate it." The soft grace of your voice made your best friend stare at you sadly. You really changed. Where has his noisy best friend gone that only calms down when she sleeps?
"Let's go dance." Without waiting for your reply, Shinso pulled you into the middle of the hall with one hand on your little waist and the other hugging your fingers.
On the other side, a pair of eyes watching you from afar.
“Dude, if you keep your eyes on them like that I believe their skulls will burn” Denki commented to his friend whose anger is evident in his features.
“Shut the fuck up dunceface” Bakugou hissed while his eyes were still on you.
“Did something happened between you two?” Kirishima asked.
“There is nothing between us”
“What dose that mean ?” Kirishima asked again narrow his eyes.
“I SAID THERE IS NO FUCKING THING BETWEEN US NOW STOP YOUR DAMN QUESTIONS”
He shouted at them, which made them look at him in confusion. Why did he get so mad?
Bakugou was still staring at you and was pressing his fingernails to his palms tight they turned to white, his last straw was when Shinso came close to your face, and, without realizing it, he walked towards the two of you quickly.
He pulled you hard from Shinso's arms without saying a word, ignoring your struggles against him, and Shinso's angry voice behind him. Shinso wanted to follow you, but Denki quickly stopped him, telling him to leave you two for now.
He took you out of the hall to the nearby park, your screaming did not stop him, and your attempts to keep him away from you were useless because the one in front of you was none other than the number two hero Dynamight, your strength is considered nothing against his.
Holding your hand tight and brings you close to him “What the fuck was that?” The anger completely blinded him.
You raise an eyebrow with confusion and feel a little pain bc of his grip “what do you mean?”
“Don't act dumb you know what I mean. Seriously you are my wife and you are dancing with another guy who was about to kiss you in front of everyone? Are cheating on me bitch?” The words that came out of his mouth shocked you, the features of pain that decorated your face automatically made him regret his haste and everything he said.
You felt a lump in your throat and tears were threatening to come down, but no, it is impossible to cry not in front of him, you must be strong and persevere, even if his words are like poison to your heart.
He was staring at you and the similar pain overwhelmed him 'This shouldn't happen, it's not supposed to happen like this' he thought.
you remember Shinso’s words when he told you that you should tell him.
That it now or never.
"I beg your pardon? I cheat on you? Bitch? You should ask before you throw such words as these to me, I've been waiting for you for a year, a whole fucking year and you just ignore me like I'm a plague as if I wasn't your wife, you treat me as if I were nothing to you, Work always comes first. Always the work is your priorities I'm not even one of them and I never be. I just wanted to live a normal married life with you! even if you were busy all the time dedicating a day off for me too hard? Money? I don’t need it A big house? I never want it. I want to be with you to spend my time with you even if it’s just one hour. I want to feel like I’m married, happy with you not lonely and abandoned. Is this too much to ask? I'm tired of it I don't want anything from you anymore. Just leave me alone Bakugou. You don't even bother remembering that today is my fucking birthday!"
You finally did it but that didn't make you feel satisfied. You felt bad. Why can't you just talk like adults?
This isn't going to end well so you shook your head in disappointment pulled yourself out went back to the hall while Bakugou was still staring at where you had been standing just a while ago. A wave of hateful emotions ran through him, anger, resentment, heartbroken, regret.
you left him there staring at nothing and feeling lost.
After a week.
That day you left with Shinso, you didn't leave your room, it's been a week since Bakugou last saw you, the last time he talked to you. Now it's your turn to avoid him but it hurts like hell for him.
He tried talking to you over and over but you ignored him, he was knocking on your door calling your name but no response from you, after a week he started to panic What if something happened to you inside? What if he can't reach you to save you? This time he should pressure you to answer, but first, he will go and get some water to reduce his tension.
But what surprised him was that he heard the sound of your room door opening. He quickly finished the water in front of him and nervously started staring at the corridor near your room.
And then he saw you. He didn't notice that he was holding his breath and let out a deep exhale in relief, but his eyes quickly dried up as he focused on your figure. The circles under your eyes are visible as hell. Your eyes were swollen, your hair is disheveled, and you are in no mood to take care of yourself.
You didn't bother to see Bakugou, you just walked to the fridge and took out your favorite juice you was about to go, but he stopped you.
“We need to talk”
You looked at him sarcastically and said, "What exactly do we need to talk about? Your anger because I just danced with my best friend? Accusing me of being a cheater? Ignoring me for a whole year? There's a lot of things Bakugou. What exactly do you need to talk about?"
He huffed, trying to control his nerves. "Listen, I made a mistake. And I know that. I’m sorry I really do. I know my apology won't do anything, but at least let's talk about us! About our relationship so things don't get any worse."
“It's been worse for a long time now”
“Just give me a chance come on!”
“No, I want to divorce”
...
..
Silence
Bakugou's eyes widened and he couldn't believe his ears. Do you want a divorce? He knows that he fucked up, he ruined everything, but can't you just get along without jumping into bigger and worse decisions.
A wave of feelings was cutting him, he felt hurt, the lump in his mouth was killing him, he felt that he wanted to cry, that he didn't want to, that he didn't want to divorce you, he didn't want to let you go, you are his and he is yours. Why did your relationship reach this level of complexity?
As much as he wants you, he knew he was selfish and he knew he was wrong, he didn't spend time with you and he was ignoring you, but he didn't mean that. he was busy and working, it was his dream and he finally made it happen. But he also forgot your birthday, and left you alone all the time, he has no right to keep you by his side, not after all he's done.
He is not ready to leave you, he loves you but he does not know how to express his feelings properly, just give him a chance some time but divorce? Drop the idea for him, because the boy would die for you.
He was supposed to spend time with you, he should have been with you always because he's your husband but he put work above everything and now he's regretting and wants to fix everything. He wants to improve your relationship so that you become closer to each other and support each other.
But how does he tell you? And you have already made up your mind and want a divorce?
The reason Bakugou married you is that he liked you when you were still in U.A. He loves your energy, your amusing smile, and your constant banter with him. He wanted you and he got you, but he also, had fucked up everything.
“Bakugou?” God, how he loves your beautiful voice, he loves seeing your smile and greeting him every morning when he wakes up before going to work, even though they were simple things, they made him smile and make him happy, he wanted more, but his indecision prevented him.
"Can you think about it again? If you want to talk now, we'll talk. Fine. If you want to go away and clear your head, I'm fine. Let's not take such a big step."
"I've been thinking about it all week already, Bakugou, there's no room for discussion."
He approached you and grabbed your shoulders and pressed them not with a force that hurt you, his eyes were shining with tears, and you are no better than him, "Please.. I will do anything, but not divorce." He begs you, knowing how desperate and pathetic he looks in front of you, but he will not give up, he will not let you go.
You both want each other, and you need each other, so why are you so stubborn? Just drop everything and live happily ever after, but that's not going to happen. How much pain it has caused you all this year. He must feel the same way, and you won't forgive him so quickly.
Both of you are victims of pride, refusing to admit that part of what happened is your fault, and Bakugou refusing to admit that he should have cared more about you.
you huffed trying to think what should you do? Bakugou will not let you go so easily and deep down you don't want to leave him but you need time for yourself, clear your mind and know exactly what you want right now.
Suddenly an idea occurred to you, and surely Bakugou will not refuse it. He will agree to anything if it is not a divorce, right?
Bakugou watched your face change, praying that you changed your mind about divorce, but what you said hurt him, at least it's better than divorce.
"I want to travel for two months to Miami, don't call me, don't contact me, don't text me, I want it to be a recovery period and maybe it will take more time than that."
“Fine, if that’s what you want…”Bakugou hesitated at first, but gave up. A few months without you wouldn't be so difficult. That's what he tried to convince himself of.
It was a lie.
It's only been a week after you left and he can barely stand a thing.
The events he used to take you to, he can't stand it, not when you are not there and your smile to comfort him, the house is empty, the place where you used to spend your time is empty, and he misses seeing you there already.
The damn journalists who can't stop cramming themselves into his business haven't stopped asking him about you. They asked him a fucking stupid shit like :
“Did you divorce?”
“She was with pro-hero Brainwave in the last event. Is that mean she was cheating on you?”
“Where is she now, why isn't she showing up?”
"Does that means Dynamight is finally single?"
Bakugou was pissed as hell, can't they see he's still wearing the damn ring? He should've thanked Kirishima for always pulling him out of their crises, telling them to mind their own business, and saving him from the annoying situations at public events.
The paparazzi were chasing him a lot in the last days, to find out what happened between you two, and they appeared in front of your house a lot until Bakugo had enough and threatened them in front of everyone that he would blow up their place if they didn’t stop and spread any rumors or insulted you.
Kirishima was suffering, everyone told him that no one could handle Bakugou's hot temper except him at this time so he should always be with him to make sure his friend wouldn't do anything crazy.
This is one of the reasons why Kirishima thanks god for his hardening quirk, otherwise he’ll be coals who have been burned a long time ago while trying to stop Bakugou's rampage.
Now they're sitting in a meeting room, at Dynamight Agency, they've just finished discussing the latest villains' activities.
Red Riot, Cellophane and Chargebolt are all sitting staring at each other awkwardly, there's something they want to say but they're scared of the hot temper guy in front of them.
Kirishima looked at Kaminari and started pointing at him to speak, Kaminari's eyes widened and he shook his head violently and whispered, "I don't want to do that!"
Turning his gaze to the black-haired boy, Seiro shrugged and looked at anything but Kirishima. Kirishima sighed and decided he will speak.
"Listen Bakubro, we don't mean to interfere with your privacy or anything, but we just wondering if you and yn are going through a pre-divorce phase." Kirishima swallowed as he looked at Bakugou, who was clearly annoyed by his words.
"How the hell did you get that fucking conclusion?”
The three of them looked at him nervously, one wrong word and it would be the end of their asses.
“Calm down bro, we just asking to make sure everything is alright and if you are okay” Kirishima said, raising his hands in defense.
"I'm fine, no need to ask about me, I think you're forgetting that this place is for work, work only, don't mix up personal matters here and forget yourselves."Bakugou barked, standing up, ready to leave and go to his office.
Kaminari follows him. when he put his hands on his shoulders Bakugou slapped his hand away and glared at him, "Don't touch me and mind your own damn business!"
This man is really rude and cruel, and no one blames him for not opening up, this is not like Bakugou, when something happens he closes all the doors and builds huge walls so that no one can breach them, as much as he knows that he needs to open up with his friends and entertain himself, he still feels that it is difficult, His friends know that and they will give him the time he needs to he can finally open up with them.
On the way to his office Bakugou comes across the last person he wants to see now, great he's really upset and now he's getting angry, seeing that person's face now of all times makes him want to punch him in the face.
The pro hero brainwave.
Or as we know him, Shinso Hitoshi.
Bakugou thinks that Shinso is the reason you want a divorce, he is the reason you keep away from him, he is the reason he can't contact you, he is the reason for everything that happens.
Bakugou is just lying to himself because his whole thinking is if he had controlled himself and his damn jealousy back then, maybe everything would be better now. Throwing his mistakes at someone else will not solve his problem.
Shinsou smirked upon seeing Bakugou, oh no Bakugou doesn't like that.
It takes every single cell in his brain not to go and punch the purple haired guy in the face, he knows if he did and you knew about it, you would be mad at him and would definitely leave him.
On the other hand, Shinso wanted to provoke him, but he knew that it was not the right time to do so, so he decided to consider that he did not see the explosion hero in front of him and continued his way, but it would not be Bakugou if he let the matter pass in peace.
He hit Shinso's shoulder hard and continued on his way as if he had done nothing, Shinso exhaled and pinched his nose bridge trying not to do anything foolish and took off too.
Let's hope our boy calms down a bit, it's not good for his physical and mental health.
Miami is cool.
This is what you concluded after living there for a month.
Yes, you've been there for a month now, a month without Bakugou, without Shinso, without the people you know but you're happy.
Or that's what you think...
It's not like you didn't like Miami, you did like it, but a part of you wanted Bakugou to be with you and have fun together.
A dry chuckle escaped from your lips as you thought you were so far away that you wouldn't think of him but every time you saw something you thought of how he would react or what he would say about it.
Not all the time, of course. You accidentally met a girl same as your age named Mila. You were sitting in one of the most famous restaurants by yourself and the place was very crowded. Mila came to you a little embarrassed and asked if she could sit with you because she did not find a vacancy and you gladly agreed.
At first there was an awkward silence between the two of you, until Mila started talking about random things you know. You loved her company and enjoyed every moment you spent with her that day. When she was about to leave, you shyly asked for her number. Her smile widened and she said it would be nice to be friends.
You didn't tell her you were married even though you still wore the ring and she didn't ask so it doesn't matter right?
And now you're sitting on your balcony, the morning breeze caressing your face, thinking about what Mila told you last night.
"All my friends are excited to see you. Please come with me. I promise you will have a great time."
You sighed in frustration, not wanting to go, but refusing despite her excitement would make you feel guilty. You didn't come to Miami to make friends. You wanted to spend some time with yourself, but fate seemed to have already planned the opposite.
You indeed asked for her number, but this was unexpected.
You signed again, went back inside, chose your clothes, and get ready to meet Mila and her friends.
Feel free to imagine what you will wear.
Time has passed so fast and now you are sitting awkwardly between Mila and one of her friends, they were all so nice and warmly welcoming you but somehow it was hard for you to engage in their conversation.
They were talking about things that did not interest you or that you were not aware of. You were more of a listener than a talker, unlike when you are with your friends, no one can silence you.
Everything was fine until one of Mila's friends asked, "Hey yn, are you dating anyone?"
You froze in your place, not sure of your answer. You still do not know whether you want to stay with Katsuki or not, but you are with him now and you are still married. So your answer is clear: Yes, I am married.
But what came out of your lips is completely different, "No, I'm not interested in dating."
Shame on you yn, what would Katsuki say if he found out you lied about your marriage?
"A beautiful girl like you doesn't have a partner? I'm surprised."
"Dating is fun yn you should try"
"I'm sure a lot of people will want you to just give it a shot."
And here we go, they start giving you dating tips and what you should focus on and not be easily deceived by any nice guy at first because he might hide his other face, it's starting to bother you, and you don't want to be here anymore.
You shouldn't have lied at first, telling them you're married is no big deal so why did you do it?
Your desire now to leave outweighs everything. Mila noticed your tense behavior and reactions quickly. She excused herself from everyone and pulled you into a corner.
“What's wrong, bestie?” she asked in a worried tone, her gaze scanning every inch of your face.
you looked at the ground feeling guilty. You know how excited she was for the meeting, but you can't take that anymore. "I'm really sorry Mila. I know how excited were you for me to meet your friends, but I don't feel well."
She pursed her lips and nodded understandingly, "It's okay, I understand, sometimes they become annoying when they mind other people's business, but trust me, they don't mean anything bad, they just get excited about such topics."
"Thank you very much, and I am very sorry if I messed up everything." You took both of her hands and brought them close to your chest, pressing them.
She smiled softly at you and said, "Don't worry, you didn't mess up anything, if you want me to forgive you, you have to tell me about that ring you're wearing because, since the first day we met, I've been curious about it."
Shit.
The sound of the bell filled the empty apartment.
Shinso is not used to having guests visit him, sometimes his friends come to visit him, but this time the guest was unexpected
And when we say an unexpected one.
We mean Bakugou Katsuki.
Shinso stared at the circle in the middle of the door, his gaze falling on the male at the other side. His eyebrows furrowed while he was confused about whether to open the door for him or leave him standing there until he left.
He sighed griefly, knowing that the second option was not the best, and decided to open the door for him.
The two males stared at each other as the door opened, Bakugou was waiting for Shinsou to let him in but Shinso didn't seem to move.
Bakugou raised an eyebrow and opened his mouth to speak but before he could start Shinso spoke coldly, "What do you want?"
“I want to talk to you about-”
Shinso smiled sarcastically and said, "Work? I don't think we have a common business, Mr. Dynamight."
Bakugou sigh”No it’s not about the work”
"Excuse me? I thought you came to talk about work since it's your only priority."
Bakugou knows that Shinso is trying to provoke him. He knows what was going on between the two of you. Their relationship hasn't been good since high school and now it seems to be worse than before.
Bakugou pinched the bridge of his nose, trying to control his temper and not shout at your best friend “Listen, I know I fucked up everything between me and yn but I'm here to talk about and..”
“And what?”
“I want you to help me to fix everything”
Here they are still standing on the doorstep of Shinso's apartment, and Shinso does not seem to have liked Bakugou's words. He crosses his arm over his chest and said, "Why should I?"
"Let's go in first," Bakugo puffed in annoyance. Why is it so hard to deal with him?
Shinso shrugged and moved away from the door to let him in. He headed towards the couch in the living room and sat on it with Bakugou following him.
“spill it” Shinso said after Bakugo sat on the opposite side.
“Time went by so quickly, she said she'd go for two months or more but now she's still there and she's already completed the third month" Bakugou said while rubbing his eyes, his voice was full of anxiety.
“I can't see any problems with that”
“No this is the problem! She take a long time and I can't take it anymore I want to see her and talk to her but she don't want that..”
“Maybe she needs more time”
“And I need to see her”
Shinso sigh “"Bakugou, I've been against your relationship since the beginning. You know that right? I don't know why you came to me to help you, but forget it, I won't help you."
Bakugou felt so offended, he came to ask for help, and he doesn't like it, but it's only for you, and it seems he'll beg Shinso, even if his dignity is wiped to the ground, he'll do anything to get you in his arms again.
Shinso let out an annoyed voice, as much as Shinso loves you and considers you as his little sister, he knows that your happiness is with this man in front of him, if he doesn't want it, that means he will be against your happiness, and the last thing Shinso wanted is that.
Bakugou got to his knees ready to beg Shinso, Shinso looked at him confused and said"What the fuck are you doing?"
"I beg you, what does it seem to you that I am doing brat?"
“Seriously? Are you kidding me?”
“No, I'm not now please help me I need to see her so badly”
“Well, stop it it's weird!”
“I'm not fucking stop until you said you will help me”
The main reason Bakugo begs Shinso for the help of everyone is that Shinso is the one who bought you a house there and arranged everything for you, so of course, he knows exactly where you live.
“Fine fine I will help you but stop with your weird behaviors”
Evening has come, the streets are sparkling with colored lights and the sounds of cars and people passing by. You found this hustle lovely, especially on winter nights when everyone is excited for Christmas.
You walk alone with shopping bags in your hand. A short while ago, you were shopping with Mila and her friend. Honestly, you did not expect to take this long. You went out at 1 pm and now it is almost 8 pm.
You sure had a good time with them, shopping with friends, you always used to go out and shop with Momo and Kendo on holidays when you were in Japan, you got nostalgic and wanted to go back and see everyone.
Especially, your husband you miss him so much.
On that day, when Mila asked you about the ring, you told her the whole truth. She understood your situation and gave you some advice to help you. She told you that this kind of problem may happen sometimes between couples and that there is no shame on distancing for recovery.
she also told you that you should give your husband a chance to prove that he is worthy, and if he treats you again like trash, she will make sure to kick his ass by herself.
Somehow it felt funny, you came to Miami for a refreshment but you ended up being friends with the most annoying girl you've ever met, were your friends having struggling with you like that?
You laughed lightly, and you were still walking in the corridor, smelling the smell of cake from the bakery near you, its smell was very good, your saliva drank while thinking about its taste.
Buying some and eating it on a cold night with hot chocolate would be great, so you entered the bakery and your smile widened when you saw the types of cakes and delicious baked goods.
When the baker saw you, he smiled at you and welcomed you. You asked him about the cake you wanted and he gave it to you warmly. He gave you a discount because you are the first to buy the new cake provided by his bakery. He also told you that you are welcome at any time if you want to try and buy their baked goods. You smiled at him and told him maybe Another time you may visit the bakery with your husband.
You left the bakery, gently carrying the cake box among your stack of bags. You really needed help carrying your things, but it's okay, your house is very close now, and you can hold on.
When you reached the street of your house, you saw a black car in front of the door, which makes you feel confused. This is not Mila's car, and as you do not know anyone here who can visit you, then who is the owner of the car?
When you got closer, you noticed the figure of a tall person whose body was not very clear because he was wearing a trench coat and beanies on his head. His back facing you.
You approached the person and tilted your head to his side. Your eyes widened when you realize who this person was. you froze in your place.
Your husband.
Many questions running in your mind, how did he know your house? why did he come Did something happen to make him come to you personally?
The most important question is, are you ready to meet him?
When Katsuki noticed your presence, he smiled softly, "Hey." He looked at your figure from top to bottom, and when his eyes fell on the bags in your hands, he reached out to take them from you.
you smiled back at him handing him the bags, "Hello."
He took the bags from you while your hands wandered towards your pockets in order to take out the house key and headed towards the door to open it while he followed you in comfortable silence.
Meeting him was unexpected, but it made butterflies gather in your stomach. God, how much you wanted to hug him tightly to express how much you miss him, but you don't have the courage to do it.
You headed towards the living room and he was still following you, he put the bags on the table near the sofa and stared at you with looks you couldn't understand.
Was he thinking the same way you are thinking? Did he miss you as much as you missed him? Does he want to hug you? Why he is here ? All your questions evaporated the moment Katsuki approached you and hugged you tightly.
Without wasting time, you hugged him back, he was calm as you are, neither of you said a word, you were just enjoying each other's embrace.
"I miss you”
it came out from Katsuki's mouth, your body shivered and it made your chest contract with a loving feeling. you put your head on his neck without saying a word. Katsuki considered that answer and smirked. His hand pressed on your waist and the other wandered through your hair.
You didn't want to get away and neither did he. He came to see you after a four-month separation. You've already had enough of your recovery phase, and now you thought you have to decide whether to stay with him or leave him forever.
Oh well..
Of course that didn't happen, your awkward relationship made it difficult for you both to move forward, both of you deep in your hearts wanted to be in each other's embrace, you'd never make the first move but Bakugou as much as he wanted to do it he knew he should give you time, his coming was a surprise for you and he doesn't want to pressure you more than that.
Although he was excited to come to see you, he feels a little wretched that he came so suddenly without telling you at the time when you wanted to be away from him, but he couldn't help four months plenty for his smitten heart to bear.
"What are you doing here?”
This question made Bakugou think even more pessimistic. You obviously don't want to see him yet. How was he so selfish and came here to see you without caring about your feelings without knowing whether you wanted to see him or not? Bakugou bit his cheeks, not sure what to say, what was he even going to say? I came here to see you because I'm selfish and I couldn't wait for you any longer. This is fucking ridiculous.
"I don't mean anything bad, I'm just curious."
"I got some work here and said since you're near, I'll visit you for a bit."Bakugou slapped himself inwardly, couldn't he think of a better lie? Seriously he's a Japanese pro hero, what is the sudden job he'll get in Miami.
“Oh I understand but how did you know where I live? Does Toshi tell you?” You were unpacking and you missed the look on Katsuki's face when you said "Toshi."
“Yes”
"Oh really? How is that? The last meeting between you two at this event was a misfortune, I remember, and I don't think you'll talk to him nor he will."
"Your shitty best friend made me buy him dinner for a month in order to tell me where you live“
“Why didn't you ask me?” After your question, you realized how stupid it was. You are the one who prevented him from contacting you.
“Because I didn't want to disturb you, and also if you need something you can call me. I'll leave now because it's getting late and I have to go back to Japan tomorrow morning."
Let's be honest, Bakugou was hoping a little bit that you'd let him stay with you tonight, but he knows that's enough of what he's done and now he has to leave before he loses control of himself, but his resolve to leave plummets to zero when he hears your words.
"You can stay with me tonight."You said with a soft smile on your lips.
"It's really okay? I mean, there is a hotel nearby that I can stay there. I don't want to disturb you any more."
"Katsuki, you're my husband. Surely you can stay. It's not a big deal." The smile was still on your lips. You stood up to facing him and held his hands.
Katsuki felt warm when your hands touched. He grinned and whispered"Thank you."
The sense of insecurity Katsuki was feeling in these four months. Without you, they are gone as if they never existed. He felt that there was a glimmer of hope to improve what you had passed, to compensate you for the year in which he left you alone. He swear internally that this time he will not leave you alone, no matter what happens. He will be there for you, he just needs your last confirmation that you still want to move on with him as his wife.
His precious wife.
His smile widened as you shyly said, "Actually, there is only one room. If it's okay with you, we'll share it. Or I can sleep here on the sofa. It's really okay."
The thought of sharing the same bed with you for the first time made him smile his heart beat like a drum and butterflies flew in his stomach. A lovely feeling made him squeeze your hands and say, "You're my wife. Sharing a room is no problem."
You smiled back, “Okay, but before going to sleep, eat some cake with me. It smells really good, and I’m sure it will taste delicious.”
"sure”Even if he doesn't like cake, he'll eat it just for you if it means you'll smile and enjoy your time with him.
After you finished eating the cake, you arranged the place a bit and Katsuki helped you, of course. Your stuff in the bags you decided to deal with tomorrow because you were tired. The day was really eventful and Katsuki's coming made it better for you. You pointed out to Katsuki the location of your room and he headed straight towards it.
He took off his trench coat and hung it up, and lay down right on your bed, waiting for you to come and sleep with him.
"Katsuki, I'm going to take a shower. You can sleep before me. Maybe I'll take a while."
You said as you were taking your clothes out of the closet and heading straight for the bathroom, Kansuke's smile immediately turned into a frown when you closed the door that he's impatient and really wants to sleep but he doesn't want it without you, do you really have to take a shower.
It is strange that this is happening now, and in the last meeting between you, you had decided to divorce, but the phase of recovery and the words of Mila and Shinso helped you understand your problem. You were not open with Katsuki. You wanted him to understand you without telling him what the problem was, not as if he had the quirk to read minds.now you are ready to move on with him and improve your relationship to perfection.
The fault is not yours alone, Katsuki is part of it too, His inexperience with relationships made him not know how to behave with you the right way, He loves seeing you when he wakes up every morning to make his daily coffee, he loves seeing you watching TV while you are wearing one of your oversized hoodies, he loves seeing you when it's meals time with your cute smile on your pretty face, he thought that was enough, he was not used to sharing a bed because of his sleeping habits, so he made your own room as not to disturb you. He used to take the day off so he could be home with you. He doesn't talk to you but wants to stay home with you, even though his pile of paperwork barely makes him breathe. Regardless whether he was only working but also wanted to be at home with you and his way of showing it was wrong.
When you finished showering, you put on your pajamas, you went to the bed and saw Katsuki with his eyes closed. I thought he was already asleep. When you sat on the bed, he opened his eyes and looked at you and mumbled "Finally you are done"
You giggled at his appearance and lay next to him, neither too close nor far. You were calm. Neither of you dared to take the first step and approach the other. Katsuki was tired from traveling, so he was the first to fall asleep, and you were minutes after him.
In the next morning, the first sight Katsuki saw was his head between your breasts.
Bakugou is happy.
He is on a good mood and he will do anything he is asked without grumbling or yelling, with a goofy smile on his face.
This scared Kirishima and Todoroki who are now with him in his office. The smile is still on Bakugou's face and does not go away. What the hell happened in Miami the day before yesterday?
"Seems like something good happened to him." Kirishima whispered to Todoroki, who nodded in agreement.
“Shall I ask him?”
“No no, let him we do not want him to turn on us because we interfere in others business”
And so Todoroki and Kirishima's conversation ended, still staring at their friend in amazement, his smile is rare and they don't usually see it, don't blame them, they are happy for him but this is out of character.
“You bastards, what do you want?”
Thank God the old Bakugou is still here.
"Actually, Bakubro Todoroki is here because he wants your help to organize his wedding in a week. He has a lot of work and really needs help. We'll understand if you say no because you have a lot of work." Kirishima said, scratching his hair.
“Okay, lets go” Bakugou left his papers on the desk and stood towards the door.
“Are you serious?”Kirishima said in shock as Todoroki stared at him with wide eyes that was easier than they thought.
Bakugou raised his eyebrows at the two Males who stared at him in surprise, "Are we fucking going or are you going to keep staring at me like idiots?"
"I'm not going, you go with Todoroki to see the venue he rent it yesterday, I have a lot of work and after I'm done I'll come to help you"Kirishima waved his hands back, leaving Bakugou and Todoroki alone.
"So you and Yaoyorozu are official, huh?"
“Yes we are”
"What do you want me to help you with?"
"I want to make this marriage special for her and me, so I want you to help me make everything perfect. I want it to be a memorable day for me and her, and to share the awesomeness of it with our future children." Todoroki said with a soft grin on his lips.
His words made Bakugou think about the day of your marriage, how simple and boring it was without any events or things to remember. Thinking about that made his frown return to his face. Should he hold another wedding ceremony? He will ask you about it when he sees you again.
The return of his frown made Todoroki tense. Did he say something wrong? He was smiling a while ago, oh my god the last thing he wants to deal with right now is the yelling of the male in front of him.”what’s wrong bakugou?”
“Nothing , let’s go”
Bakugou got into Todoroki's car, lucky for him he was wearing casual clothes, he didn't change into his hero custom yet, and that's better because he didn't want to attract attention.
"I will help you choose the decoration of the venue, and if I do not like something, I will design it according to my taste, and I do not want any objections. You are the one who asked for my help so took it. The buffet there is a place that I know. They serve delicious food. Let's go there after we finish the venue…" Bakugou was talking about the things he would do non-stop. Along the way Todoroki was listening intently and wondering why his friend was acting strange today.
Bakugou spent the whole day with Todoroki helping him to arrange the vanue. He would leave from time to time for the hero's work, of course, but he return. Kirishima also joined in to help, and the others were there. Everyone was responsible for something. The girls were with Momo looking for a wedding dress.
But what Bakugou doesn't know about and everyone knows about it.
You were there with momo.
Momo called you and told you about her marriage, so you offered to help her, of course, she agreed, but you have a condition and it is that she won't tell Bakugou and everyone who knows you are there not to tell him, you want to surprise him at the wedding ceremony.
On the other hand, Bakugou enjoyed arranging the vanue, he had a really good time, and now he is thinking of holding a big wedding for the two of you, better and more wonderful than before, but he will wait for your return first.
After your last meeting, Bakugou was determined to make things better, including holding a wedding again. Of course, you don't mind, right? Because just thinking about it made him excited, he got a little jealous when Todoroki said he wanted an unforgettable day, so he also wants your wedding day to be an unforgettable day not only for you but for everyone.
This man is rich as fuck don't worry about the money.
There is a surprise waiting for Bakugou on the wedding day. For him only. After that, Bakugou will record in the calendar the date of your second wedding and the day of Todomomo's wedding, unforgettable days.
The day finally comes.
You were with Momo, waiting for the last touches of her makeup to finish, and outside, Iida was waiting for you outside in his car so you can left together and headed to the venue.
Momo was tense the whole way and you and Iida were trying to calm her down.
This reminds you of your wedding, when you were holding her hand tightly because you were afraid, and now you are the one holding her hand in order to calm her tension.
When you arrived in the venue, you were stunned, everything was amazing and wonderful. There is a word to describe what you see, perfect.
You have no idea that your husband orchestrated this place himself.
On the other hand, Iida took Momo's hand and directed it towards Todoroki to hold the usual marriage ceremony. You moved away from them to search for him.
When you saw him your smile widened, he was standing next to Kirishima and Kaminari and as usual he was frowning nothing new.
You tried to come from behind to surprise him, but your attempt failed, because he is a pro hero after all, and of course he sensed your presence.
When he saw you, his eyes widened, with your presence here without him knowing it Second, you were beautiful as hell, your black dress that hugs your body perfectly, God you were adorable.
You greet Kirishima and Kaminari and they respond with wide smiles, you make small talk with them while Bakugo is still trying to process what happens.
Seeing you made him happy, made him think dirty things, your dress was a little revealing so don't blame him when his thoughts start to degenerate at the sight of you.
"I didn't expect to see you here."
“I wanted to surprise you”
“And you failed” lie.
“Unfortunately” you giggled looking at him with a small grin.
Bakugou wants to leave with you and now, he doesn't want to stay here anymore but he has to stay for a while because he got tired of organizing the party and because it's his ex-classmates marriage.
"What do you think of the decor?" Bakugo wanted to hear what you think of him so he would know what he should do for your second wedding, which he's going to do, whether you like it or not.
“it's pretty cool i really like it”
Bakugou's frown changed into a smirk and he approached your figure, placing his hands on your waist, bringing you closer so he could smell your perfume.
Everyone was having a good time, including those who danced and those who were eating, there are a lot of heroes and of course the paparazzi were there, they were trying to take pictures of you without your noticing, because if Bakugo saw them he would blow up their cameras and their asses.
The couple is happy and everyone around them is laughing, you and Bakugo go towards them you are smiling while Bakugo is blank, although he is happy too.
Momo approached you while she was dancing and held your hands and continued to dance with you, from the other side Bakugou and Todoroki stood timidly side by side staring at you happily and the others clapped excitedly.
From a distance, Shinso is sitting at one of the tables staring at your laugh with a smile on his lips.
"Be happy always yn even if your heart is not mine"Shinso whispered to himself then left the venue.
You are finally home.
After a four-month separation, not very much, but for you, it was an eternity.
You sat on the couch so tired, you danced a lot with Momo, she never left you when she held your hand, it was fun you don't deny but now you're exhausted and you want nothing more than a bath and then lying on your warm bed.
But your husband has other plans.
He was standing by the table with his hands across his chest staring at you frowningly. You looked at him and raised an eyebrow, "What's up?”
"Are you ready to move on with me? Do you really want to? If it's for me, please don't just do what's in your heart. Do you want me in your life? As your husband?"
His voice was hoarse and tired, your looks softened. You smiled at him and gently patted the place next to you to come and sit next to you, but he did not move. you sighed, "Yes, I am willing to be with you until the last day of my life, Katsuki."
But what happened next was something you never expected.
It took one other step and he reached for you, pulled you –none too gently- into him and sealed his lips with yours.
It felt like a personal blessing from any kind of god up there to feel your lips, or any part of you for that matter, on him.
He could taste your shock even on his tongue as he licked your bottom lip. You gasped hard, and not one for letting such an opportunity go, he probed his own way in your without permission. He deepened the kiss, his slick organ sweeping inside your mouth, making his body temperature rise a few degrees.
He felt your Lips, tongue, teeth, body and soul was in his arms and he enjoyed it.
Hell, he loved it.
And he wanted to feel that more.
Pushing himself harder to you, trying to trigger a reaction, you both stumbled a bit back but didn't fall.
Sucking your tongue into his mouth gently, he savored your taste. You smelled, felt, and tasted amazing. He had the idea that he was touching a piece of heaven.
You didn't respond to him though; you just stood there. Frozen, still of the shock he was sure. Glancing at you, he found your orbs eyes that entranced him in the past more often than he likes to admit, so close, bright and wide open.
This was, however, not the look that he desired from you. He wanted you to react, to kiss him back, to touch him, to moan for him, to arch your back for him, to whisper his name for him, to do at least something!
And something you did alright.
You kissed him back.
An arm of his snaked slowly around your waist, taking you closer but not crushing you form to his. As reaction one of your hands would tighten on his shoulder and the other on the back of his neck.
You wanted more of this, of him. The kiss was nothing like you ever felt before, it made you addictive.
He tried to take this as slowly as possible, after all, he didn't want to scare you away. He wouldn't be forcing himself on you. Hence why he was delighted when you immediately kissed back upon contact. But he almost came undone right then and there when he felt your lips slightly part on your own, only so that your delicious little tongue could slip against his.
It was an invitation he would never pass up, sucking your into your mouth, tasting you, playing along your own tongue, over the row of your teeth, deepening your kiss. Your taste alone, like red wine, shot a desire that went straight to his crotch.
Fight it back, his mind yelled, fight it back and don't lose control.
But it was getting hard with how your hand was going through his hair, your slick appendage doing things with his own he wanted you to do with his length, and your other hand sliding down over his chest.
You was purposely driving him insane, wasn't you?
The urge to just throw your upon the bed and have his animalistic, dirty, wet, wild way with you was almost too difficult to hold back.
Your kiss turned stronger by the minute, fierce and white-hot, an onslaught of touch and sensation.
Oxygen needed to turn into first priority again as he felt his lungs yearn for it. But he couldn't let your lips be, you two couldn't lose the connection.
Reluctantly he slid away from your sensual mouth, placed a butterfly kiss on your jaw and went for the hollow of your throat. God, he could stay here for all time. Kisses were showered, but he only caught his effect when he catches your skin between his teeth. He grinned mirthlessly, since his face was hidden anyway, when his actions prompt little gasps.
You were incapable of keeping your eyes open, no matter how much you fought it. Fingers curled in his shirt and short breaths became pants.
"Katsuki..." It escaped on a moan that only fueled his desire that heated his blood.
This was it. He needed to get you out of here. He needed to get you to his room.
Deciding that you had enough air to refill your own lungs, he shot up to your face. It was your turn to probe unyielding lips, parting them with your tongue and finding his. The hunger that you presented was something he didn't expect.
Your hands slid down his stomach and abdomen, slowly though, like you were counting every muscle and every bump you met on the way down to the hem of his shirt.
'Exactly eight.' Your mind vaguely squealed.
You weren't realizing that he was pushing you outside the living room. Oh no, you were far too busy with slipping your hands underneath his shirt, feeling the way every part of that area rippled with the slightest movements he made.
If you were at your right mind you would've been impressed that he, as a man, -a very turned on man- could do two things at once; kissing you with his tongue somewhere in your intestines and leading you somewhere at the same time.
Your fingers went higher, over pectorals and sweeping over his nipples. Need pulsed down his veins at an alarming rate from your wonton actions. His hand wandered from your hair to your shoulders and glided them over your back and down, instantly discovering the zipper of the black dress you wore.
You were now in the hall, near the stair that led to the bedrooms. He pushed you against the wall; he was in no way intending to climb those stairs so you had to stop touching each other. He pressed you there, his lips sought yours, as he memorized the taste of your kiss, the scent of your hair, the silk of your skin.
Personal space lost its meaning, his broad shoulders locking everything away from your sight, with all the roads leading up to his captivating face.
He pulled you up by the back of your knees, and undone your zipper half way down. You was lifted up against the wall, startled you automatically cross your legs behind his back so you wouldn't fall. He put his hands on your hips and slammed himself vigorously against your pelvis. Hips grinded together, electricity shot through your bodies, both of you turned wet of arousal and dazed off the face of the earth because of all the pleasure. You tried your best to think, to say something, to beg. But even that was asking for too much.
Before you realized, you were up the stairs, and you were, once again, slammed against a wall, pressing you so close to each other you thought you would reach heaven any second now. The movement he did with his hips to constantly rub it against yours was a phenomenal of feelings. All of it too good to be handled. It took all of your will power not the scream in ecstasy right then, crossing your ankles tighter around his form, making him groan deeply, moving arousal against arousal faster.
This unbelievable sexy man was feeling up the sides of you and doing wonders with his tongue over your neck and collarbone. He was like the epidemic of sins, you were sure, a human was not capable of making your body feel this hot like he was doing at this vey moment. You could feel your underwear getting heavy, but that could also be because the very hard and enormous erection was pressing on it over and over.
It was amazing. Delicious. An incomparable fantasy.
His hands were creating a world that you never knew, but longed for it more than anything. A world full of passion, lust, temptation, but strangely enough also security, safety.
His lips and tongue were crawling over your throat, nipping and biting and sucking on soft spots you didn't knew existed.
Your breath fanned his earlobe, making him harder with each exhale she took. "Katsuki." It was so soft, every syllable filled with hot desire.
He lost it.
He almost ripped the dress from your body, exploring new exposed skin with curious and fire spreading fingertips. He roughly pushed his way in your mouth, compelled by that you were reacting the same way. Your kissing turned stormy again. Demanding. Powerful and reckless.
He heard your groan in the back of your throat and he enjoyed your expressive sounds of surrendering to lust.
Lust that he created.
The only thing that detained Katsuki from sucking your nipples until they became harder than freaking diamonds was your black bra.
The two of you fell gracelessly on top of the bed, once he entered both of you in the bedroom. Who the hell cared how you dropped on the bed as long as you were on it.
You couldn't have this anymore. Here you were, mind numb of everything that is reasonable, naked except your bra and panties and Katsuki was hovering over you, merely licking your collarbone as if it was the only thing he could do and he was still fully dressed. You needed to feel his skin on yours, not the cloth of his shirt. You needed to feel his abdomen, that out-of-this-world cut abdomen, ripple right above yours. But most importantly you needed something hard to quench the want between your thighs.
Without further ado, you lifted the shirt over his head, forcing him to lose his lips from the top of your right breast.
He was completely out of it, he wasn't even realizing what he was doing until you pulled the shirt off of him. You set of thinking, if you were that is, put him back on track; to get you out of these clothes. All of them.
His hand snaked behind your back and with a flick of his fingers the thing got loose.
As soon as your bra fell off you crossed your hands before his chest. You weren't tremendously given and it was an area you were always unsure of. You were showing your chest now to Katsuki.
With a touch so gently of a baby, he pried your arms apart and kissed you. A never seen smile flashed over his lips.
"Don't you dare hide your beauty from me." His words were deep, hushed to a point you could barely hear them.
You were perfect. Your body had the color of an angel. Your stomach was begging to be licked and sucked from, your breast were amazing in every way.
Damn, his cock was so hard, making his gut ache and his brain sputter in an effort to function in spite of the obvious lack of blood. It screamed to him to just ravish you, making you yearn for it in every second of your day, every moment of your life. He knew it was weeping with pre-come of all the adrenaline and lust coursing through his body.
He leaned over, flicking his tongue over your right nipple and then quickly over your left, blowing on each of them and on your own accord you turned erect upwards to the sky. You moaned loudly, you didn't intend to, but the simple act of him blowing over your chest made your insides tremble of want.
Katsuki wasn't going to take long time just staring at them, he sucked in a nipple, twice hard then a soft one as comfort. His hands were at your hips in no time, one eagerly following your hipbone to the edge of your balck panties. It wasn't there that his hands stopped though.
A sharp gasp and a faint moan escaped you as one finger slid over the front of your panties, pressing just hard enough to make a jolt course through your entire body. You must be dreaming, nothing in this entire world could make you jump up of pure pleasure just because his fingers touched you there.
Katsuki wasn't having enough of your sounds and grazed with his knuckles over your panty-covered clit. His hand came back practically wet of your essence, that much you were already flowing. A particular spot, a particular gasp made you arch your back uncommonly high and dig your nails in flesh. Katsuki grinned, releasing your nipple finally from his mouth to plant a kiss in the valley of your breast.
With a low growl of your name, he pushed harder, pinning you tighter to the bed, and bit down on the side of your neck, determent to leave his mark on your skin. You wouldn't let him have all the fun, either. Hands that was digging just a moment ago in his shoulders, slid over his back, nails softly tracing the path you took the way down, until you reached his ass. It took a curious swipe there, only to come from behind to his front, following the last hard parts of his abdomen to the V-section of his hips that poked out from his pants.
You were ignoring the enormity of his erection in the front and merely unbuckled his belt. The feeling alone when you accidentally –or not- touched his cock, got him to arch his own back and groan in the back of his throat. Pants and zippers came undone, grey boxer short was revealed, but he stopped your hands before you took that off too.
You weren't going to get to do that just yet.
He kissed your wrist, licking it once. You didn't know what was happening and how it was possible, but that made you as wet as a fish merely by that action. It completely turned you into a puddle of jelly in his hands. It was a secret he must have find out, because it was a simple act of him kissing the inside of your wrist.
He bend down over you again, kissing your mouth harder than either of them was expecting but didn't mind in the slightest. He pushed his erection once again against your wet heat, making your back arch again so that his hand could slip beneath. His felt his way down from between your shoulder blades, to the small of your back to the side of your ass, to the side of your thighs, till he reached the inside of your knee. He lifted it up and around his waist, putting it around him himself, so he automatically pressed harder into you. He grabbed your right arm, put it in the middle of his chest, and with guidance of his own he slid both your hands over his chest, circled his left nipple, gracing his side, following his v-cut, and let you slid that side of his boxers a little bit down.
Both of you groaned the more of his flesh was revealed. Your finger protested against his hand, calling for an exploitation of your own. He let you have your way, his mouth was very much still slanting over yours, his tongue mimicking what he was about to do to your lower region only ten times faster later. You freed your other hand from his hair and made your path to the other side of his boxers, the side that wasn't pushed down yet. As soon as the cloth was as low on his thighs as you could manage to push, and he was completely bare and poking against the inside of your panties, you ignored his erection to let fingers draw circles around his navel.
He wondered why in the hell you weren't making any specific actions. But his thoughts were smashed upon as you let your forefinger slowly drag down the line of his navel to his crotch, a bee line over the length of him, playing softly on the tip that very much wanted attention, picked up some of his semen wetting your finger and down to the base of his erection again.
Growling low against your lips, Katsuki chocked back a groan as he felt your fingertips trail little patterns over his hips to his ass and then back up. The same way you took when you went down earlier.
He wasn't having much patients left in his conditions with what yout hands were doing and how your mouth was tasting. Quickly he had his lips off of yours, to the side of your neck, lifted your hips, with him still very much attached at your pelvis, felt your sides and dragged your soaking underwear that was very much glued to your center down. While he was at it, his boxers were gone too, both of your underwear were thrown somewhere over his shoulder.
You suddenly blinked your eyes open, looking over his face. His eyes connected with yours before he pressed again on you, taking in your gasping reaction once you felt him naked against you very core.
He closed his eyes tightly then, trying to stop himself from exploding on the spot as he felt exactly how wet you were, your heat washing over his arousal. Pleasure so intense it was painful swept through his body.
"Kats-suki."
He was almost there, he cursed. His mind wanted to do nothing more than to enter you and fill you so up that he might fear his length would come out on the other side of you. He needed to breathe, as hard as it was at the moment. He needed to cool down just a little, step on the breaks and forget the warm wetness of your vagina against him.
"Yn." He laced one hand with your own, softly kissing each of your digits before he turned down to nuzzle his nose with yours. He was so gentle with you then, so soft, you could have cried. His lips moved, forming and saying words, but no sound came from his throat.
But you knew exactly what he said.
Softly he penetrated you and groaned at the tightness when the head of him was in you. You're so fucking warm. That is all he could think about. Warm and wet and tight and whatever fevered dreams he had about you, but this is nothing compared to the real thing.
The resistance you felt when Katsuki was deep enough was not actually pain. You didn't know if it was because Katsuki was taking his sweet slow time to enter you, and it was uncomfortable yes, and you needed to adjust, that too, but all in all it felt comfortable but a little too much. Like a drink too strong or a candy too sweet.
Senses went sky high. You felt everything. The twitch of his erection, the pulsing throbbing of your walls, the sweat on your brow, the brushing of your breast against his rock hard chest every time you took a breath and the anxiety of him to get a move on. You heard everything. The way he panted, the sound of his air-conditioning, the cracking in his bed, the sound of flesh moving over flesh, your heartbeat and maybe even his own.
He stretched his back, moved his hips backward slowly and with a movement so fast it was barely there, he took sharp thrust in you.
You wanted to kill somebody of pleasure right then and there. Your keening moan that escaped your throat unwillingly fueled Katsuki to move again. He had trouble not to break the woman's hand he was still holding of the feeling of you alone. A pump must faster than the first shocked both of you. He never had this at all. Not with nobody. His muscles shook to keep in control of his orgasm. The way you could make him come almost immediately this fast was a wonder in it's own. Not even when he was just a virgin did he had the urge to come this fast into you as he did now. But he would not, lightning may hit him, a truck may smash him, hell, they could neuter him with a blunt axe if he let it end right now, before it even began.
You were the fault of all, or rather, the godsend of all to that had him this way. There was no difference in the throbbing of his dick and his heart the more he picked up the speed. The faster he went, the more gasp and moans were released from your throat, the more wetter you became, the slipper your passage became for him to move on to.
Was it even possible for a woman to make him feel this way? For you to be this wet? For him to grasp your hips and almost let him bruise them because of this alone? He groaned when he let go of your hand and all digits of your found their way to his back to dig sharp nails in flesh. He moves harder, faster, stoking the fire between you until it was about to explode.
You was almost screaming in his ear, trails of angry uncontrolled nails racked down his back. He felt nothing. Only your core around him, your breast bouncing up against him with ever thrust he made. He lifted up your hips slightly, getting his pace up a little faster. Your back became the perfect arch when he reached a spot that could make you yell out to God, one of his hands followed your back, fingers lighter than a feather tracing over your spine, making you shiver harder than ever.
Just the sight of you was enough to bring him, a shuddering breath left his body as he almost surrender to the feeling and pleasure. The air turned heavier, the sound of your bodies meeting each turned more repeatedly, your movements were slick and fevering, there was no space between you, and just when you thought he'll slow down his pace for unknown reasons, he went faster with zeal.
Skin was on skin, mouth was on mouth. Fingers curled of lust, sweat rolled of your backs and limbs and foreheads and hair. You gave him a shrill of pleasure he never experienced; placing him on a plane of ecstasy that he thought was unreachable until now.
"Kat-Ka..." you couldn't breathe, couldn't see, you were blind and deaf, only feel.
"That's right babe." He panted, a sweat drop rolled from his temple to his jaw. "Say it."
The feeling was overwhelming. This was magic. It had to be magic. The way his hips moved, those delicious, well cut and oh so strong hips, the way those fine muscles of his abdomen rippled, the way they glinted with sweat, the way his lips spoke and his voice hushed, it was magic. It was so unreal you had a feeling that someone was having you under hypnosis. Your world turned of colors, his length beat down on an nerve of pleasure that you wanted to pop open already, over and over with each short and powerful jerk of his pelvis.
You had to say it. Scream it. "Katsuki!"
The groan he let out then was definitely the most sexiest thing you had ever heard. He panted against your skin, moving faster, pumping into you as hard and as deep as he could, hitting cervix and more each time over, needing to hear more of your breathless moans and keening encouragements.
"Katsuki..." He was reaching there. This feeling so good, so hot, so strong it almost hurt. You needed to make this clear. "Katsuki..." But it seemed you couldn't continue than with only panting his name. Your eyes opened and onyx hues so dark there was nothing like it so narrowly opened looked down at you. You were huffing, you werr scratching nails over him again when one hard thrust almost got you to jump up.
You were cumming, you knew it. You were cumming. Katsuki was making you cum, his thrust turned the same, every time you jumped up higher, his jerking was harder, stronger than any of his thrusting before. His strong arms caught you every time, his lips kissed yours every time, your eyes locked every time.
You felt it, a wash so strong you spilled over him. Your throat needed to scream but there was no sound coming out of it. You felt every single thrust of his when your vision turned black. The pushing of his very much swollen erection in the whole time orgasm took control of your body. You were in heaven, Katsuki brought you in heaven, this was heaven. Your finger went over his chest and stopped below his abdomen, in some form extending your climax at the delicious feeling of hard muscles.
You cum, you just cum with him in you. Because of him. He moved in harder, you were making the passage so slick, so wet that you were, it was a freefall of slipping in each time, each moment harder than the first.
Your face was in a gasp, your eyes opened up to him again after the whole feeling of a nuclear bomb exploded in the pit of your core slowly ebbed down.
You mouthed his name slowly, your hands flew to his wet hair, pushing past a bang, and whispered a words too soft for him to hear. 'Thank you for waiting for me.'
You arched your back highly, your hips grinding down on his own and your legs tighten around his waist. Something twist inside him, and he's slamming into you powerful enough to make the bed crack noisily, yelling ridiculously loud than ever and coming so hard he swears he can see stars. His release spilled into you and over your thighs, his hips spasms until every drop of his cum was out.
He didn't know with which energy he was still able to stay balanced on his arms, or where it came from, but he did. He held on long enough to stare down your face, an expression so beautiful he wanted to see it forever. "Yn," His voice was hoarse, soft, and scraping. "Always remember," He couldn't get this across because he was panting too hard, breath was difficult to catch in his position. "That I..." He dropped on you. Unable to keep himself up. You received him with open arms, letting his full weight lie on you.
It took at least a minute for him to get control of his breathing. He was still lodged into you, but slipped quite reluctantly out of you. You groaned, you were already used to him being in you that you didn't want him out.
He raised on one of his elbows, the look in his crimson orbs said it all what he wanted to say and unconsciously you returned it. He kissed your lips shortly, breathed in the hollow your neck, words whispering against your skin. "I love you."
You heard them and felt the call all the way into your heart but you kept your lips sealed. Your eyes fell droopy and you knew Katsuki was watching you when you felt him shift to lay beside you. You were happy everything is all over now.
The only thing you did was let sleep take you in, naked beside Katsuki.
Before you close your eyes you whisper "I love you too."
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one big brain dump tbh but a lot of fluff and swearing !
you fall for bakugou katsuki first.
he's unstoppable, a force to be reckoned with in the hero world. many have had their eyes on bakugou ever since he was a mere hero course student. safe to say he did not disappoint.
now climbing to one of the top hero spots, dynamight is widely adored by japan. despite crowning one of the most 'undesirable' personalities a hero can have, his fans equated him to a pomeranian and moved on to the latest papparazi photo taken at the time.
before the public, you adored bakugou katsuki first.
as a classmate, he pushed you to your limit without even knowing, invigorating you with a spirit to keep fighting. as a friend (you got there in the end), he entertained you with his grumbling, liked to carry your bag for you despite your reluctance, and kept you company throughout rigorous study periods.
somewhere along the way, you realised you adored bakugou katsuki, a lot more than friends should.
now as a coworker in his agency, he keeps you company during late hours, sends you off on missions with a 'come back alive, idiot', and delivers you gifts when things are going rough.
fate plays her cards and bakugou katsuki now finds himself falling even harder for you. five years after your revelation.
when he looks you in the eye there is something akin to determination in them and it alights pure admiration in his veins. despite your kindness, you are strengthened by ambition and purpose alone, and he finds himself caught in your magnetic field.
but these newfound feelings come to him as effortlessly as water flows down a stream after a downpour; destined to feel this way for you, helpless against the currents of life. after a long drought, he feels refreshed and rejuvenated by the energy you bring to his life.
he loves the little notes you stick on his desk, often paired with smiley faces, stupid jokes, or reminders that range from 'drink water!' or 'see you at the meeting at 1! :p'. he loves the daily lunch runs you have together, sometimes it's easier to get to work when he knows you're there with him. he loves that you're workout buddies, always giving him extra 'fun' challenges during his session by sitting atop him during push-ups or planks, or clinging to him like a koala as he does pull-ups.
bakugou katsuki loves you so naturally that you've been embedded in the little cracks of the hectic lives you both lead.
you're his homescreen and lockscreen, there's a plushie you gave him in third year sitting in his large-ass bedroom, there's a photo of you and him on his office desk, even more polaroids at home, and there's a designated mug for you in his cabinet for when you come over. it's used approximately twice a week.
bakugou doesn't want to show it, really, he doesn't, but he finds himself staring at you too often, too softly. there's a multitude of paparazzi photos of you two, the cameras catching the obvious shift in his eyes when it's you he's next to, looking at you with a grin as you ramble excitedly to him.
mina's never fails to send one whenever she sees them.
she even sent him a photo that was taken whilst he was walking through the street, too engaged with his phone to realise cameras pointed at him. the wild part is that there is a gentle, heartfelt smile etched on his face.
‘texting y/n? down bad.’
the acid user was blocked that day. she was right though.
the sad part is that he can recall exactly which text you sent that had him that giddy; it was a selfie of you and a pomeranian from patrol, paired with some joke that you found bakugou whilst out. whilst he would've blown anyone up who made the comparison to his face, he found himself zooming in on your bright smile, heart aching with a familiar longing.
he hates you. he hates you so bad that it hurts not to have you.
every reminder that you weren't his pains him even more. at his core, bakugou is nothing more than a bitter, jealous son of a bitch, but he can't help it. he's sacrificed too much to get to the top, but he doesn't want to lose you.
not when you look so beautiful- so ethereal laughing with that extra ‘hero’, monoma. under the gala lights, in your outfit, you were truly beautiful, and bakugou finds himself stunned by your allure, stomping over to you in a vulnerable moment of bewitchment.
he doesn't know how many people he pushed aside in the crowd, ignoring their grunts and gasps to reach you.
you, sweet, radiant, undeniable you find him first, meeting him in the middle with an even brighter smile.
despite being in the middle of a stuffy, packed floor, filled to the brim with heroes, sidekicks, reporters and managers alike, it is only you and bakugou. the intimacy causes him to feel overwhelmed by your glow; the tie he's donning suddenly tightening around his neck, causing him to choke on his words.
there's a sudden urge to get to his knees and start praising the ground you stand on.
"hi," you murmur.
"hey,” he responds, briefly scanning you up and down. “you look nice.”
you laugh at his compliment, masking the violent heartbeat of your chest. "thank you, katsuki. i think you look dashing."
the blond offers you his arm. you take it without much thought. "of course i do. if i wanna stand next to you i have to look worthy of it."
you fall first for bakugou katsuki.
but he's waiting at the bottom to catch you in his arms.
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