suna’s jolly roger

22 | @sunasconcert’s nsfw blog

[sunascrew]

weigh anchor !

⤷ captain. setsuna / suna . she/they . cst

⤷ crows nest. editing blog

compass

the pirate queen

the great blue seas (masterlists)

red line (byf /dni / rules)

calm belts (taglist)

treasure chest

popular works

look out

most recent works

[sunascrew]

so does anyone happen to know what happened to these posts I’ve been dying to look for for a good while now. (Both are smut)

1.) Bakugou and Midoriya swapped bodies, Bakugou in Midoriya’s and vice versa. However, Midoriya’s gf (Y/n) has been trying to have sex w him for weeks. Bakugou tells Midoriya and he loosely said for Bakugou to do what he needs to do. (update found the link)

2.) Based of Paramore’s “into you”. Pop star! Bakugou and childhood friend! reader. I don’t remember too much of it, but I do remember the reader leaving a heartbroken Bakugou and they end up having lovely makeup segs <3

[tteokdoroki]

presented | k.bakugou.

♡ pairing: katsuki bakugou x fem!reader.

♡ word count: 13.3K

♡ rating: mature, 18+, mdni.

♡ genre: fantasy!au, dragon king!au, angst, fluff + smut.

♡ summary: on the twenty-first birthday of katsuki bakugou, an offering is made in his honour as he becomes chief of the dragons. clans usually offer up sacrifices of berries or nuts, salts and fresh catches. but for those of dargon’s blood, their offering is a mate…and that mate is you.

♡ warning(s): please read ! heavy smut,  ( characters aged up to early twenties ), dark content,  dub-con,  heavy!voyeurism, heavy!degredation, slight!misogyny breeding!kink, dacryphilia!kink, unprotected sex ( wrap it before you tap it, kids ), fingering ( female receiving ), blowjobs, tummy bulges, face slapping,  choking, spitting, cumplay, reader is a sexual offering. listen,,, its a lot…

♡ author’s note(s): HAPPY BAKUGOU DAY <33 i love this man sm :( and i wanted to do somn special for his day so here’s my contribution to the bakugou birthday bash collab!!! ( my first woo ) hosted by the lovely @jodrawssmut @phasmwrites @katsukikitten @bakugotrashpanda @lady-bakuhoe and @ramen-rambles​ !! pls go ahead and check out the works from the other creators!!  and enjoy <333

♡ masterlist | requests | kofi

it was tradition in the tribes of barbarians roaming japan, that on the twenty first birthday of the eldest child of the tribe leader came— an offering would be made in their honour and the title of chief would be passed down to them. for those of nymph and earth tribes it would be the month’s harvest of berries and nuts, for those of mer and water tribes it would be fresh salts and the biggest catch they could find… and for tribes of dragons and fire it would be— a mate.

the dragon clans worked differently from most others, with rituals fuelled by the heats of their core and the fire in their spirits— their desire. so when the moon came to be at its highest and the eldest child had come of age, the virginity of the most eligible men or women of the tribe was offered up as thanks for the leader’s hard work.

Keep reading

[sunascrew]

yes <3

[bokutospupp]

i have a Katsuki Bakugou kink.

[touyasdoll]

The Real Thing

Minors DNI

Pairing: Izuku Midoriya x reader, Katsuki Bakugou x reader

Word count: 5.7k

Warnings: some dark content, non-consensual filming, revenge porn, pseudo-cheating, cucking, daddy kink, sir kink, breeding, threesome, restraints, & listen I love Izuku but there’s some definite slander in here, sorryyyy I just love to make him the bad guy

Notes: This round of brain rot is brought to you & inspired by both this wonderful thirst post by @/kingkatsuki and this beautiful fic by @/doinmybesthere. If you haven’t read either yet, you absolutely should.

I’ve got a million things to work on, but this was terrorizing me & it kept spiraling out of control, so I wrote it at lightspeed, because I just had to, so please take it off my hands 👐🏻

One day, Izuku decided it might be fun to bring a new toy into the bedroom and it ended up ruining life as he knew it.

It all began when Bakugou thought it would be funny to send Deku a little gift. He had rolled out a line of sex toys and mailed his pal the shining star of the collection: the Dynamight dildo.

It was entirely accurate to the real thing, molded in an aesthetic swirl of the signature Dynamight color scheme; orange, black, and a deep green. Bakugou signed the personal note that he attached to the package with the most smug grin that he’d ever manifested in his life.

“I know you’ve been looking forward to this day for years, Deku. Now, you can finally suck my dick to your heart’s content.”

A gag between friends, that’s all Izuku thought of the exchange. When you’d brought the parcel in and handed to him, explaining that it was from Kacchan, he was just as confused as you were.

Upon watching him open the contents and insisting he read the included card aloud, it made sense. You’d both laughed. You, admittedly, a little harder than your boyfriend. But he didn’t think much of it at first; it was funny, after all.

A few weeks passed and his mind kept gravitating back to the toy, to the vulgar note and the laughter that it pulled from you. It irked him. He didn’t think that it would. He and Kacchan had moved past their youthful rivalry. This was just a fun jab, it wasn’t intended to be harmful.

But something about the sound of your laughter triggered deep-seated memories of fingers pointing and children guffawing at a quirkless child. One with decidedly less confidence and quick wit than his explosive classmate.

Things were different now though. He had far more effective coping mechanisms for when those memories made an attempt to haunt him. Far more enjoyable ones too.

Nothing lifted the weight of the world off his shoulders quite like a good, nasty fuck. That’s all he needed: an afternoon between your thighs. He could hardly wait to take his frustrations out on your perfect body. He spent all morning thinking about it. Tending to some necessary business while imagining all the filthy things he would do to that tight pussy and that cute, little mouth of yours.

Because he was the Number One Hero. He didn’t suck dick, he got his dick sucked. By the prettiest girl that he’d ever laid eyes on, no less. The prettiest girl that Kacchan had ever laid eyes on, as a matter of fact. A fact that he knew, because Kacchan had told him one night.

After a few too many whiskeys at the last gala you’d all attended, Kacchan had let his stalwart guard down for once, though only Izuku was around to witness the rare incident.

He’d slurred something about how it wasn’t fair. Finished his whiskey and then repeated his bitter observation. It wasn’t fair that everything had changed. That Deku was the one winning the race toward becoming Number One. That he was able to leisurely waltz into that spot and snatch you up along the way.

Because Bakugou wanted you. He swore that Deku had known it all along too and cursed him for not having the decency to give him a chance to pursue you. He accused Deku of antagonizing him, leading him to a forked path where being the greatest hero was located down one path and you were at the end of the other, and while he was distracted, Deku had claimed you as his and then still beaten him to the top spot anyway.

He’d taken the wrong path. In hindsight, he could see that only one path was viable, but he was blind in the moment and he blamed Deku for his lack of clarity.

Izuku didn’t see it that way. Did he have an idea that maybe Kacchan liked you? Yeah, but, so what? He’d never pursued it and it’s not like that gave him some innate claim to you. Besides, when Izuku asked you out, it’s not like you’d refused him, which you would’ve if you weren’t interested in him. If you’d really wanted Kacchan, you’d have said no.

But you hadn’t. You were decidedly his and in the back of his mind, Izuku couldn’t help but wonder whether or not that drove Kacchan crazy. He figured that it must, on some level. Otherwise, why would he bother mentioning it, inebriated or otherwise? It was still gnawing at him, the way that all those years of relentless teasing still gnawed at his own soul.

So, he thought he might return the favor. Twist the proverbial knife a little deeper.

He’d tucked the lewd gift aside in a spare closet, not knowing what else to do with it. It lay on the floor, tucked behind storage containers of holiday decorations and a coat that had fallen from it’s hanger. He retrieved the indiscreet package and set it on the counter, pulling it out and feeling the impressive weight of it in his hand and he gave his rash impulse a second thought.

Maybe he should just let it go. He didn’t need to drag you into it. None of this was your fault, after all.

But the longer that he stared at the toy, the more he imagined the way that your tight walls would stretch around it as it sucked it in, the harder it got for him to simply forget about the idea. He couldn’t now.

So he slips into the bedroom, finding you still wrapped in a towel from your shower, on your belly with your legs crossed and up in the air behind you while you scroll on your phone.

When he sits in front on you, you’re naturally curious about the object in his hand. What did he plan on doing with that?

You never imagined that he would suggest slipping it between your thighs, fucking you with a replica of his friend’s cock. That was..wrong, right? It felt like it was.

Which is precisely why you clenched at the thought. Precisely why you ended up with your legs spread wide with Izuku mercilessly pistoning the toy in and out of you, watching as you were stretched out until your sloppy pussy was sucking the toy right in, greedily devouring the extra length and girth that you weren’t quite accustomed to.

Izuku went fucking nuts for it. He didn’t think that he would like it quite as much as he did, but he couldn’t get enough. He was knocking up against your cervix, absolutely abusing your walls, too drunk on the way that you looked when you were stuffed so fucking full.

He nearly forgot the key component of his scheme. To your dismay, he slowed his motions, coming to a stop to let the toy rest inside you as you mewled, begging for more. You glanced toward where he sat on the edge of the bed, situated comfortably between your legs, and you whined for him to continue until you took notice of the phone in his hand.

He assured you he only wanted it for his personal viewing pleasure. You just looked so sexy like this, he needed a memento; he needed it. That’s what he told you, what he pleaded with you for as he bat those dark lashes over his glimmering, green eyes.

And you took pity. You agreed, despite your hang ups about cyber security. He was a social target, what if someone accessed his accounts? His phone? Found that video?

You were a hero too. You had a reputation to uphold the same as he did. If that video got out, you would be potentially ruined, not to mention mortified.

But he assured you that wouldn’t happen, he’d make sure of it. He’d protect his baby, no one else would see the video aside from him. Well, him and one other, but you would never have to know about that.

There was no reason for you to know that he’d sent that video to Kacchan, because who was going to tell you?

Certainly not Bakugou. He wasn’t certain how he would ever be able to make eye contact with you again. Not after seeing the way your eyes crossed as you gushed around the silicone stand-in that was essentially his cock. Not after he played that video over who knows how many times, stroking his cock until it ran dry from too many ventures that evening.

He was livid. He didn’t think that this was a possibility when he mailed that fucking thing off to Deku. It was a joke. One that did have an ounce of malice behind it, but for the most part, it was intended to be harmless. He knew he did this to get back at him. To get under his skin. And he had succeeded.

He was also grateful. In a fucked up sense of the word. He knew he didn’t stand much of a chance of seeing his dick crammed inside your cunt in any other fashion, so he’d take what he could get and he would wring the clothe for every last drop.

He watched it every day. Multiple times a day, usually. In fact, he was queuing it up for a third time that evening when the text from Deku appeared at the top of the screen.

Deku: I have an opportunity for you. I really think you’ll appreciate it if you enjoyed that little video I sent last week.

Bakugou: Funny. How about you take that dick and shove it up your ass.

Deku: I’m serious. Come over on Saturday afternoon. 2 pm. If you’re willing to play by the rules, because there are rules.

He stared at the message, a hand pensively pressed to his face as he debated involving himself in this fucked up little game further.

Izuku waited for a much longer span of time than he thought that he might have to before he finally replied.

Bakugou: Tell me the fuckin rules then jackass.

///

In the couple of weeks since Izuku had first brought the dildo into the bedroom, it had quickly become a favorite of the both of yours.

You couldn’t recall a time in recent memory that he hadn’t brought the toy out of the drawer for some playtime, so it surprised you when he reached for it, then seemed to think better of it and closed the drawer.

“Oh,” your eyes moved from the drawer to his face, “You don’t wanna use that today?”

You tried not to look disappointed, lest he see through you to find the tinge of guilt that you felt over preferring that dildo in particular to your boyfriend’s actual cock.

It just wasn’t the same. Izuku had nothing to be ashamed about, size-wise, but after one rendezvous with the Dynamight dildo, it wasn’t quite enough for you anymore.

“No, I thought today that maybe we could do something a little different.” He sat facing you on the bed, rubbing his hand up your thigh. “If you’re comfortable, that is.”

“Comfortable with..?” You eyed him curiously and he directed your attention to the door, the both of you turning to see Bakugou strolling in, looking a bit out of place and a lot nervous when his eyes fell on you and Izuku, looking like quite the picture of comfortable domesticity.

Izuku, clad in sweats and a t-shirt. You, in your usual lazy day attire. A teeny pair of shorts hidden beneath an oversized tank top that bared a generous amount of your side cleavage. Sans makeup, but that didn’t bother Bakugou. He had realized he’d never seen you without it, but you looked just as beautiful to him like this.

“Since you enjoy the toy so much, I thought that maybe you might want to try the real thing.” Izuku turned back towards you, taking your hand in his with a genuine smile on his face. “Is that okay with you?”

“I, uh—,” you shook your head, blinking as you stared at Bakugou. “I’m sorry, what?” A nervous laugh escaped your throat. “You—do you want to do this?”

Bakugou’s eyebrows raised as your finger fell in his direction. He felt as if he had suddenly gone from spectator to participant and that made everything all the more real.

He panicked and snapped, “You’d think I’d fuckin’ be here if I didn’t?”

Oof. That’s not how he wanted this to go. He immediately regretted his harsh tone, alarm briefly registering in his expression once he saw the way that you balked at his words.

“All right. Not sure why I asked, I guess,” you huffed, turning back to your boyfriend, who also seemed less than amused with Bakugou at the moment, and dropped your voice, speaking quietly while the blonde politely look away pretending not to hear. “Do you really want to do this? I thought you said you’d only be open to bringing another woman in and then you spring this on me?”

“I thought it would be a fun surprise,” he grins, leaning forward as his large hands move to your hips, his thumbs pressing in to the spot that floods your belly with heat. “C’mon, baby. You’ve always wanted to do something like this, right? I’m just trying to give you what you want.”

“And I appreciate that babe, but this isn’t going to bother you? Really?” You look at him skeptically, pulling his hands off your hips as you press your thighs a little tighter together.

“I mean, you don’t have feelings for him, right?” Izuku’s voice was noticeably louder, but his tone was casual. Rhetorical. He knew what your answer would be, but he wanted Bakugou to hear the question.

And indeed he did. His face crooked in your direction, no longer making a show of ignoring your little huddle session.

“Right,” you nodded in agreement, not even sparing a glance toward Bakugou, which he was grateful for. He was concerned his wounded nature might show. Or worse, he would snap again. “But—,”

“Then it’s fine,” Izuku leaned forward, pressing a kiss to your lips, taking your hands to squeeze them in his as he stood. “We’ve already discussed some rules, so we’ll run them by you and if there’s something you’d like to change or add, you can let us know. Does that sound fair, baby?”

You nod and crawl to the middle of the bed, crossing your legs as you sit and give them your undivided attention, so that Izuku could elaborate.

“We’ll use our normal safe word, because you’ll be restrained. I’m going to be involved throughout the entire thing. You can touch me and Kacchan can touch you, but you cannot touch Kacchan,” Bakugou shoved his hands in his pockets to hide the fists that he’d balled them into.

Hearing that rule repeated aloud to made him realize that it sounded like one he’d come up with, instead of one that Deku had refused to back down on, but he couldn’t exactly explain that to you. He just had to hope that you didn’t think he was some ass who would bar you from laying a finger on him, so that he could use you as nothing more a hole.

“I’ve made him aware of your likes and dislikes already and he knows the safe word, so those bases are covered. He can’t cum inside you and if you don’t want him to, he won’t finish on you either.” Izuku continued, “Is there anything else that you think I missed, love?”

“What do you like?” You looked to Bakugou, who took a moment to register ones he’d locked eyes with you that you were talking to him.

“Me?”

“Yeah,” you nodded, laughing quietly as Izuku looked down, stuffing his hands on his pockets. His turn to be annoyed now. “I mean, I guess I won’t have much of an opportunity to do too much to you, but is there something you prefer to be called? I called ‘Zuku sir, usually. I can call you whatever you like.”

“Daddy’s usually my go-to,” he confessed, before he could think better of it.

“Daddy,” you repeated, sampling the taste of the word on your tongue with a smile that nearly incapacitated him. His cock stirred at the possibility of just how many times he might get you to repeat that name before he had to leave you.

“Now that that’s settled,” Izuku interjected, curling his fingers towards you and Bakugou was struck by how you immediately obeyed, crawling across the bed to kneel at the edge, your hands pressed to your lap. “Let’s get you ready baby.”

“Fuck,” he muttered. Izuku gave him a quick glance, smirking as he strolled over to the nightstand to fish out a long satin ribbon.

“She’s a good girl, isn’t she?” Izuku smiled proudly at you, gently lifting your shirt off of your frame before he started winding the ribbon around your wrists, securely it tight while you clenched instinctively at the praise.

“Thank you, sir,” a coy smile clung to your lips. Izuku leaned forward, capturing the back of your neck as he pulled you into a kiss, while shedding his sweats to allow his erect cock to spring free.

“Wanna show Kacchan exactly how good you are, sweetheart?” He smirked, guiding your face toward his cock. You obliged, opening your mouth to eagerly take him in, eyes looking to his as you dropped to all fours, leaning forward on your forearms, your back arched. “There you go, baby,” he sighed, running a hand through your hair affectionately before sparing a glance at Bakugou, who’s eyes had left you.

He nodded for the third party to move behind you before returning his focus to the expert way in which you swirled and sucked around his length.

Bakugou peeled off his shirt and you couldn’t help but take a peek, casting your eyes aside to see his sculpted form. The perfect V shape that sat at the base of his abdomen, pointing towards what you were most anxious to feast your eyes on.

How accurate was that damn dildo? Did he really have it molded to his own cock? We’re all those thick, beautiful veins really there? That perfect ridge on the wide, pretty head of his, was that there too?

You wouldn’t know, because Izuku reached down and caught your jaw in his hand, gently pushing against it to bring your attention back to him just as Bakugou shed his bottoms.

You hummed around Izuku’s cock, taking it deeper as if to apologize for momentarily neglecting him. The groan that left his lips as his head fell back seemed to indicate that he’d forgiven you.

Then there was another weight on the bed. Bakugou’s knees sank into the mattress while he settled behind you, peeling off your bottoms before his warm palms stroked up the length of your thighs, both taking handfuls of your ass, spreading your cheeks apart, so that he could truly admire the view. Both of your holes laid bare before him, your cunt already glistening, begging to be filled.

But he had to know what you tasted like first, so he dove in. He didn’t have the time nor the patience when it came to you, so it was an all or nothing approach today. His tongue slipped between your parted folds, a wanton groan vibrating against your core as he started lapping up your ambrosia.

You moaned, sending those same vibrations along Izuku’s dick as he stuffed it deeper down your throat, his hands winding into and tugging at your hair while his eyes took in the sinful sight of Bakugou losing himself in the taste of your sweet, dripping cunt.

“Fuck, you taste so goddamn good,” the blonde growled, smacking your ass before kneading both cheeks in his grasp, slurping loudly he buried his face in your folds again.

You jumped, your little yelp still muffled as you slid Izuku’s cock out of your mouth to come up for air. “Feels so fucking good, daddy,” you mewled, grinding your hips against his face. “Gonna make me fucking cum, oh my God.”

“Go ahead and fuckin’ cum then, princess,” Bakugou cracked another harsh slap across your ass, working his tongue directly against your clit as his hands took a firm grasp on your hips, keeping them locked in place so you couldn’t scurry away as the pressure between your thighs reached new heights.

“Yes, daddy!” Your eyes shut tight as you fisted at the sheets beneath you, “Gonna—h’oh fuck daddy!” You convulsed, hips spurring wildly as you came undone, gushing on and around his lips.

His own eyes rolled back in sinful pleasure, inhaling and greedily tasting your unique flavor as his tongue continued working, despite your spasming attempts to wriggle away from him mouth.

“Good girl, baby,” Izuku cooed, stroking your hair as you faltered under the overstimulation, falling forward to lay atop your forearms, your ass stuck up in the air as Bakugou finally licked his last stripe between your folds. “She should be ready now, but start slow.”

Bakugou nodded, “Fine, but you remember my one rule, right? I noticed you forgot to mention it.”

The room was inverted suddenly, you’d been flipped onto your back. Now facing Bakugou as he loomed over you, his hands grabbing your thighs, parting them and using them as leverage to pull you flush against him, the base of his throbbing cock meeting your still fluttering pussy.

Your hands reached forward, wanting to touch him, to run your hands over his perfect body. To push your fingers into his hair. To wrap your fingers around that beautiful fucking cock of his.

It was the same as the toy. Every detail looked familiar to you already, but the real thing had your mouth watering and your pussy aching. You needed it, bad.

“Told you I wanted to see her pretty little face when I ripped her apart,” Bakugou smirked from above, pressing the head of his cock against your entrance, teasing you with his he edged it inside and then pulled back.

“Daddy,” you whined, reaching forward, desperate to touch him, but Izuku’s hands caught your restraints, pulling your arms above your head while he leaned down to kiss your temple.

“Rules.” He gently reminded you, running his hands over your shoulders to cup your breasts, massaging both in his hands, tweaking your nipples as his lips found purchase on your neck.

“Yes, sir,” you sighed, closing your eyes, little moans spouting from your lips.

Bakugou growled, slapping at the inside of your thigh to steal your attention back. Once he had it, he slowly sheathed himself inside you, pausing as he felt you stretching to accommodate his size. He had to take a moment for himself to appreciate how tight you were. How wet and eager your sweet little cunt was to take him in.

“Goddamn,” he sighed, his hands finding your hips as he slowly began to thrust, sinking a bit deeper inside you with each pass. “This just might be the best pussy I’ve ever had, ya know that?”

You’re too cock drunk to respond. The stretch and the slide of him inside you, working your tight walls around him is too much to allow you to think of anything else. Izuku’s ministrations are forgotten. The pleasure brought by them dwarfed in comparison to the heavenly feeling of Bakugou carving a place for himself inside you.

“More,” is all you can manage, your hips shifting forward to meet his every thrust, moving just a bear faster to spur him on. You wanted more. You wanted him to ruin you in ways that you never knew possible.

A devilish grin creeps across his handsome features, “Say it again.” He commands, moving his hips slower.

“More, daddy, please.” You whine, looking up at him with pleading eyes, your hands once again reaching out towards him, fingertips just grazing his abs. “Need your cock. Need you to fucking break me.”

“Break you?” He lifts a brow, grin never faltering. “I don’t know how your man would like that, princess. He wants me to be careful with ya.”

“Mm-mm,” you shake your head vehemently, looking back at Izuku, “please, sir. Please.”

“You heard the lady,” Bakugou sneers, leaning over you to kiss across your chest, his eyes narrowing at Izuku. “She says she can take it. She’s begging for it. Don’t you like giving her what she wants?”

“Baby, I don’t know about this,” he tears his warning glare from the blonde and softens his eyes on your pleading features. “I don’t want you to get hurt.”

“He won’t hurt me,” you brush the back of your clasped hands against his abdomen, turning your head to kiss his hip before swiping your tongue along his erect cock. “You’re right here, baby. You wouldn’t let anything bad happen.” You kiss his leaking too, swiping your tongue over the head. “You know I can take it, please..”

“Shit, I know she can take it, man.” Bakugou scoffs, his hands resting beneath your hips as his thumbs dig in and he leans back, thrusting a little faster as he rolls his hips in a steady rhythm. “You weren’t exactly taking it easy on her in that video.”

Your blood ran cold, all your efforts ceasing as you stilled. Bakugou noticed the shift and paused his own movements, glancing from your sullen face to Izuku’s nervous expression.

“Oh, you’ve gotta be fucking kidding me.” Bakugou narrows his gaze, glaring at Izuku. “You didn’t fucking clear that shit with her? What kind of sick fucking bastard are you?”

“Untie me. Pineapple. Whatever the fuck.” You snap, frantically tugging your wrists apart as you sit up. “Fucking get me out of this!”

Izuku’s partially paralyzed as he back away, his hands put up defensively as Bakugou shakes his head, rolling his eyes as his deft fingers move to untie you.

“Fucking idiot.” He pulls at the ribbon, undoing the knots as he looks down at your shaking frame, speaking quietly. “Im so fucking sorry, Y/n. I wouldn’t have come here if I didn’t think that you were in on all of this. I wouldn’t have watched that fuckin’ video. I—,”

“I’m not mad at you.” You say, tone still ice cold as you stare at the mattress between you. “You, stay right here.” You pull away, crawling off the bed to stand, pushing at Izuku’s chest as you snatch the ribbon on the bed. “You.” You spit, pointing to your vanity chair in the far corner of the room. “Sit the fuck down.”

He swallows and obeys, shaking his head as he implored you with apologetic eyes, tears alresdy forming in them. “Baby girl, I’m so sorry, just let me explain.”

“No. You lied.” The evident anger in your voice is gone and somehow that’s more terrifying to him as you bind his wrists behind his back, working to tie the excess material to the chair. “You promised that was for your eyes only. You broke my trust.” You fasten the ribbon to the chair, stepping away without so much as a glance over your shoulder at him. “So, I think I’m gonna break a few rules.”

Bakugou couldn’t rest his eyes away as you sauntered back over to the bed. He laid back against the headboard, letting you crawl on top of him as your hands slid across his chest. “You don’t have to do this, princess. I can just go,” he said the words, but he didn’t mean them. He wanted to stay. He wanted to do this with every fiber in his being.

“No,” you shook your head, “I want you to stay. I want to know what it’s like with you, Katsuki.” You spoke sweetly, smiling softly as you leaned in to kiss him. It was gentle and intimate, a genuine invitation for him to return the sentiment, which he did gladly.

You pushed your fingers into his hair, parting your lips to allow his tongue to slip inside your mouth as you rolled your hips on his, eager to have inside you once again.

He groaned, wrapping an arm around your waist as the two of you maneuvered to become one again, his cock slipping inside you as he laid you back down.

“Baby, please,” Izuku cried from the corner, still embarrassingly hard, despite his heart sinking further into his stomach with each thrust that you readily accepted, your hands clutching to Katsuki’s back as he fucked you, slow and deep.

“Stay quiet and I’ll consider staying,” you shot a disdainful look over your shoulder, hoping that would be the last interaction you had with Izuku, who whimpered as chewed on the inside of his cheek, resolving to obey.

“Wish we didn’t have the audience,” Bakugou whispered in your ear, “But I’m glad I’ve got you all to myself right now, princess. Still want me to break you?” He murmured against your skin, licking a stripe up your neck to nibble of your earlobe.

“Please, daddy,” you panted, writhing anxiously beneath him as your ring hands squeezed around his shoulders.

He growled, “I’ll never get sick of hearing you say that, baby,” he picked up the pace, leaning back to angle your hips up, snapping his into yours as he grunted and groaned louder with each effort. “Gonna make you cum twice as fuckin’ hard on my cock. Then I’m gonna stuff this pussy full to the brim. Maybe fuck a baby or two into ya. That sound fuckin’ good to you? Your pussy’s practically begging for it, sucking my cock in like you just can’t wait to fuckin’ milk me dry.”

“Please, daddy, breed me.” You didn’t miss a beat, panting and whining as you clutched at his chest, raking your nails over his skin. “I’ll be your good little bitch, let you stuff me full over and over. Wanna be a good little cumslut, just for you.” You keened, arching your back off the bed, your eyes clenched too tight to see the way Izuku winced upon seeing the carnal frenzy you’d been whipped into.

It was unfamiliar to him. He’d seen you get worked up, but never like this. Never so far gone. That hazy look he saw when you opened your eyes again wasn’t one he was accustomed to seeing before you lost yourself beneath him.

He couldn’t help but wonder if it was the adrenaline? Was it the anger? Were you playing it up for revenge?

But then the mood shifted again, Bakugou pulled himself back. His eyes were still blown with list, but he still cling to enough sense to take your chin in his grasp, pulling your head forward to look at him as he leaned down as kissed you. Really kissed you.

That kind of kiss that you only see in movies. The one that happens when two lovers run dramatically into each other’s arms. At the airport gate. On the wide, sunny expanse of a romantic beach. In the pouring rain. One of those grandiose, cinematic moments was unfolding before him and he was powerless to stop it.

He could only watch in horror as you returned the favor, your hand pressing to Bakugou’s cheek, pushing into his hair, desperate to keep his lips on yours as you kissed him back with the same intention until you had to pull yourself away.

You looked into his eyes, feeling your second orgasm crest as you clutched to him for safety and he granted it to you, cradling you beneath him in both of his strong, sweat-slicked arms as you shuddered into your climax, pressing yourself against him while he watched you fall sort before finding his own bliss, grunting and groaning into your hair as the pair of you collapsed on the bed in your tight embrace.

Izuku felt sick. He felt humiliated. He felt guilty. He felt responsible for this disaster. But sick was the best way to sum it up in a word. He’d hurt you in trying to hurt Bakugou, but here he was, feeling like the stranger in the bedroom now as he watched the way Bakugou propped himself up over you, a soft look in his eyes as he brushed a strand of hair away from your cheek.

Your whole body was pounding, alive with your pulse echoing in every nerve ending. You looked almost shy now, still quaking in Bakugou’s arms as you smiled up at him, running an endearing hand over his collarbone. It felt like a dream.

It looked like a nightmare. One that made Izuku doubt everything that he thought he knew. He thought only he would ever be able to satisfy you like that. He thought that you would only ever look at him that way. He thought that what you had was different than the type of love that they portray in the movies, because that type was so overdone and exaggerated. What you had was different than that, because it was real.

But looking at you now, seeing the way Bakugou leaned in and kissed you, so slowly and gently that for a moment, he thought time might have actually slowed down, he doubted what he once thought was an immovable fact.

Luckily, he didn’t hear the words Katsuki whispered against your lips when he pulled away.

“I love you.”

Those were just for you. The softest sound that you’d ever heard. One last final bid to steal your breath away and stolen it, he had.

All three of you were suspended, disjointed from reality for a split second that felt much longer than it was.

You, panicked and inexplicably excited by the confession from his lips.

Bakugou, in utter disbelief that he could let himself be so vulnerable.

And Izuku, a mess of tears and tremors in the corner as he asked himself a question: Was what you and he had actually the real thing? Or was the real thing tangled up in the bed before him?

Thank you for reading! 🧡 Please interact if you enjoyed & feel free to jump in my inbox if there’s something in particular you wanna scream about.

Like: Is your kink also falling for Deku & then realizing that Katsuki is just better?? Bc apparently, it’s mine 😅

[sunascrew]

LIKE I SAID: THERES A DIFFERENCE BETWEEN BEING W IZUKU AND BEING W KATSUKI CAUSE UGHHHH

i swear it’s a kink bc these types of smuts are so hot :’)

[xillveart]

Anything

Rating:  Explicit

Warnings: Rough Sex (Vaginal), Rough Oral Sex (blow job, face fucking), Spanking / Whipping (with a drumstick), Obsessive Reader, Toxic / Power Imbalanced Relationship, Emotional Manipulation, Suggested Dubcon / Reluctant / Compliant Reader

Words: 10,418 

Pairing: Drummer!Bakugou Katsuki x Superfan!Fem!Reader

Quirkless, Punk rock band AU

BTW, please blacklist the tag cutesuki-lemons if you do not want to see this content from my blog. I will no longer be tagging with specific keywords for this type of content.Thank you~

Due to the nature of this post, the characters are 18+

Tags: @lady-bakuhoe​, @gallickingun​, @mirakumiruku​, @wakaoujisenhime​, @sunnieskies02​, @hisoknen​

Art in banner by me.

Keep reading

[sunascrew]

ngghhhh brain rot i swear

[sunascrew]

my fingers are prune and my brain’s empty from thoughts of bully! bakugou <3

[miggiisdumb]

Hello hey hi there, can’t stop thinking about jockbully!Bakugou who’s pretty much down right psychopath at this point?

You had confessed to having a crush on the blonde your freshman year after being in a study group with him and he just rejected you in the worse way possible so fucking obviously you’re going to move on✋🏾It wasn’t until junior year, jock!Kirishima can’t stop talking about this amazing girl he’s seeing, finally showing him your photo and what do you know? It the cute shy freshman that’s now all grown up trying to date his friend? He thought you liked him? Is he not good enough now because of a little rejection? Were you just playing with him back then?

So Jockbully!Bakugou goes from completely ignoring your existence to cornering you with his hands up your skirt, growling and spitting nasty things in your ear:

“Look at you, crying fer’ me to stop but drenching my fingers. So fucking pathetic.”

Jockbully!Bakugou who uses your thighs to fuck his cock, mushroom tip nudging against your clit as he smears his pre-cum and eventually his load all over the front of your panties.

“I haven’t even fucked you yet and yer’ already creaming your little panties. You still a virgin aren’t you? That’s why you’re so fucking desperate for some dick, hah?!”

Jockbully!Bakugou who laughs at your tears, gripping your cheeks and forcing his tongue down your throat;

“I’m gonna have a lot of fun break you.”

He’s a horny menace, he’s everywhere now you can’t get rid of him. Oh what’s this? You and jock!kirishima are getting serious and you want him to leave you alone? That you’ll tell if he doesn’t stop?

Now he’s got you in a mating press, driving his cock in and out of your overstimulated abused cunt, the tip bullying it’s way into your womb just how jock!Bakugou bullied you into submission. A large hand squeezing your throat so hard you’re seeing black spots as the other holds his phone, bright light shining over your tear stained face; smiling wickedly as he records your face constracts in a cross between pleasure and pain;

“Yer’ gonna tell? Then do it. Who do you think they’ll believe more, the cock hungry slut that just used shitty hair to get popular or me? His best fucking friend and star quarterback?”

“C’mon, use that cute little brain of yours.”

“How do you think shitty hair is going to feeling seeing his girlfriend crying and begging for my cum?”

“Let’s send him one of your pussy stuff to the brim!”

Jockbully!Bakugou who’s fine with being the third wheel on you and Kirishima dates because he’s always able to get something out of you.

Going for sushi date? “Since Bakugou hasn’t had lunch yet I figured it’ll be okay if he comes right babe?”

And who were you to say no? You loved Kirishima, that’s why you didn’t want him finding out about Jockbully!bakugou’s ways. He was none the wiser, just happy to see his best friend and girlfriend getting along.

You get up to use to restroom? Jockbully!Bakugou isn’t far behind, locking the bathroom door behind him as he shoves you to the ground, stuff your mouth full of his cock until he made you swallow every last drop. Gaining a sick satisfaction feeling in chest as he later watches kirishima kiss those same lips that was on his cock. It’s the same feeling he get when he watches you clench your thighs tight to keep his cum from leaking as you cuddle with his best friend.

And as he has you bent over the hood of his car outside the house party you were attending, he often wonders just how long he can keep this up and have you at his mercy;

“Look at you, can’t fucking get enough of my cock can’t you?”

“Is shitty hair even fucking you right? Yer’ already cumming and I’m barely getting started!”

“You must love this don’t you? That’s why you stopped fight it and just became my little cock slut that I can use whenever I fucking want. You probably wanted this didn’t you? Uh, fuck yeah you did. Are you hoping for shitty hair to find out, maybe get fucked by two cocks? Isn’t that what you want baby fuck-!”

And as you cum for the fifth time, back arching and hips moving on their own to meet his bruising thrust, you can’t help but wonder if this is what you wanted the whole time.

~ bark bark Jockbully!Bakugou can step on me 🥵

W-water I need water I nutted too hard and now I’m dehydrated water someone pls some water I’m omg-

T-that part?? Were he watches you kiss jock Kiri after sucking jock bully Bakugou??? LAWD

He’s grinning from ear to fucking ear because you grimace at the red head kissing you, his eyes closed and content, both yours darting in panic to Bakugou, slouched back on the other side of the booth seat, teeth sinking on his bottom lip because you can be with Kiri all you want, it’s his cum that was shoved down your throat and still lingers in your mouth. It’s his cum bubbling out of your pussy because all of his loads are thick and heavy to hold in.

And poor Kirishima doesn’t mind if he’s girlfriend sits next to his best friend on the booth seat instead of his side. It means y’all are getting along! He’ll run his mouth about their next game or plans for the weekend (Bakugou included in them) all while you try your hardest to look interested in what he’s saying, swallowing back your whimpers, squeezing your thighs around Bakugou’s hand, three fingers and knuckles deep in your pussy, squelching sounds thankful muffled by the background music and chatter on the restaurant.

And your bully won’t make it any easier for you to keep quiet, oh no he won’t. Bakugou will curl his fingers on your spongy spot and rub it hard, spread his fingers wider than you can squeeze them together, pinch and tug your sensitive clit until a cry jolts out of you and you fumble to excuse it as hitting your foot on the table or period cramps, and then pick your poison- go to the bathroom and have jock bully Bakugou fuck you into a mess in a cubicle or sit there and cream your chair, and then some more, because he won’t move his hand until the last second you’re all in the restaurant.

Psychotic nut job Jock Bully Bakugou that makes it his life goal to torment you and make your pussy dumb for him and only him. I hate him🧡

[sunascrew]

no bc this is literally my favorite bully!bakugou

[miggiisdumb]

In some sort of mood for

✨Bully Bakugou✨

cw: +18, dacryphilia, dumbification, oral (female receiving), unprotected sex (wrap it before you tap it), creampie, some fluff if ya really squint

Bully Bakugou that thought your crying face was hilarious as kids so he kept you around to further pick on you

Now, even as 3rd years in high school, he just loves terrorizing you, saying and doing shit that got into your head and eventually welded up in big fat tears wetting your lashes. You were so dumb and naive and cute that he just has to bully you.

Bully Bakugou who is the only one that gets to treat you this way, who won’t stand anyone else being mean to you- like some fuckers from general ed cornering you against a vending machine when you were getting a drink he demanded you get for him. The way you almost cry in fear instead of frustration from all the teasing has him seeing red.

Bully Bakugou that sends two guys to Recovery Girl’s office, in disturbing shades of purples and blues, and gets himself suspended on a one week house arrest.

You’re feeling guilty, blaming yourself because you couldn’t stand up to those bullies and got him in trouble for it, horrible rumors about the one sided fight spreading throughout the school like wild fire. It’s what has you going to his room after curfew, bowl of freshly made ramen in hand since he didn’t eat dinner between all the cleaning and ungodly amount of supplementary work he had to finish.

You, standing at his door, with big and desperate eyes begging for forgiveness.

“I’m s-sorry, Bakugou... this is all my fault. I know I’m not supposed to but please let me help you out with your chores- or even do part of your homework! Anything! Let me make it up to you...!”

Bully Bakugou who knows you’re too nice for your own good, not even knowing that he fought for his own twisted reasons rather than actually protecting you. His heart clenched at your kindness, but his brain whispered absolute filth with the way you looked so precious for him to not ruin, only thinking about how your begging would be perfect with tears streaking down your chubby cheeks.

He leaned out the door frame to level his face with yours, your breath hitching and knees locking under his heavy stare seizing you up, wicked grin wide on his face.

“Damn right it’s your fault. Only fair I pick how you pay me back. Ain’t that right, princess?”

You’re dragged into his room before you could even blink.

Bully Bakugou that has you pinned down on his bed, dragging your gym shorts and panties off in a starved haste. The ramen is left to grow cold as he folds you in half, gets an embarrassed squeal out of you because your cunt is bare and exposed to his blood red eyes.

“Bakugou, d-don’t look! It embarrassing-!”

A sharp pop on your inner thigh with a growl has you choking your words back.

“Shut up. You trinna get me in more trouble?” his holding you open by the bent of your knees, slots his head between your legs and rips a shiver out of you from his breath fanning your clit. “‘Sides, you’re the one that wanted to “make it up to me”. This dumb little pussy might do the trick.”

Bully Bakugou that dives right in even with your hands pushing and tugging at his hair. He flattens his tongue and drags a slow lap up your pussy, holds you down harder when you shake. He does it again, furrows his brows when he tastes your juices starting to pool before prodding his tongue between your lips for a better taste.

You’re biting hard into your knuckles, eyelids fluttering to the wonders Bully Bakugou did to you, alternating between rutting his hot muscle around your clit and dipping the tip into your entrance, drool and arousal dripping from your hole. Rough hands dragged down the back of your thighs, thumbs spreading your puffy lips apart so he could see you clench around nothing.

“Needy slut. You fuckin’ wanted this, didn’t you?” he puckers his lips, your body jolting at the loud “phut!” landing his spit on your pussy, moaning when he licked it up and let it drip back down again. “Were you gonna let those extras eat you out too? Maybe even suck one of their cocks while they took turns-“

Your voice quivered, pleasuring burning every nerve in your body. “N-no, I...”

“It’s gotta be that. Why else are you fucking dripping on my sheets? You like it when I’m mean to you? Is that it?”

Tears blurred the sight of ash blond hair contrasting between brown thighs. Slits of red were on you, drunkenly watching your eyes fill with tears over your heaving chest, wrapping his lips around your clit and lazily shaking his head, sucking hard and letting go, doing it again again again and again until your back arches off the bed in broken whines.

He evilly nipped at you for a shriller cry, smirk feral against your cunt. “Then I’m gonna be real mean and make you fucking cry.”

Bully Bakugou eats you out like a starved man, even when you were on your third orgasm and practically sobbing at the overstimulation, not letting you move away by hugging your thighs to either side of his face like earmuffs. He fucked his tongue into you, nuzzled his nose on your clit with obscene and loud and lewd noises spluttering from you as he slurped it all up.

You’re thrown into another mind numbing orgasm when he engulfed your cunt and bobbed his head to thoroughly fuck you through it, gulping down your every gush of cum. He detaches with a wet pop and you fall back on the back on his bed in a panting mess.

Bully Bakugou that is still rearing to go, strain in his sweats almost painful. He pushes the fabric down, cock springing up with pre already oozing at the tip. He pumps himself a few times while titling your hips up, pushing a leg up his shoulder and then the other, grinds the bulbous head on your slit, catching your clit every time.

Wide eyes see how massive he is before flickering to him him, petrified- yet you’re wetting the underside of his dick from the stretch it promises you.

“It won’t fit...” you whimper.

Bully Bakugou just grins down, barely husks “I’ll make it fit,” before surging his hips forward.

He bottoms out in one go, his groan drowned by your louder whine. Your previous orgasms let him slip right in, but your walls hugged and squeezed tight around him, too much to not snap his hips into you. Your mouth gapes at the harsh rhythm creating a sloppy and nasty sound, a sound that Bully Bakugou loves and uses as a drive to fuck your harder, until the slap of skin filled the room.

Your insides felt so full that you could burst, fat cock splitting you apart in a way that had your brain melting into putty and eyes glossing over, tongue bouncing to every thrust surging you up on the mattress. Bully Bakugou had to bent down and shut you up himself- squeezed your cheeks to slant your jaw open wider, licked your tongue back into your mouth before kissing deeply in a mess of gashing teeth and drool, your own taste filing your senses and making you moan like a whore, pussy spluttering when he went faster.

Bully Bakugou grabs a bouncing tit, squeezes hard while he still kept you face upturned to his, mumbling filth against your lips while the deep rolls of his hips tickled his pubes on your clit.

“Crybabies aren’t cut out to be heroes, princess.”

“Better drop out right now and just be a cum slut that likes being bullied, fuck-“

“How about it? Wanna be cock drunk off my dick? Want me to fill you up? Yeah?”

He can feel himself bump into what was probably your cervix, sitting back on his hunches to see that your eyes had permanently rolled back to the back of your head, fat tears falling down brown cheeks, your tongue out and drooling all over the meat between his thumb and forefinger.

Bully Bakugou engraved that image in his mind, threw his head back with a loud moan as he chased his own high, the rough rutting of his hips having your hand weakly try to push him off when your insides throbbed, incoherent babbles slurring about another orgasm.

“Gonna cum again?” He rasps, gathers your wrists tight in one hand as he fucked you with everything he had, delirious in his own high driving him off the edge. “C’mon, cum all over my cock, princess. Cream it up f’me, fuck, fuck, fuuuck-“

You couldn’t even form words, you just came seconds after with your back curling off the bed, dumb squeals muffled by Bully Bakugou’s hand pushing you a little too roughly on the pillow, a spew of curses leaving his lips as his hips sputtered to a stop deep in you and floods you with ropes of cum.

He panted like a dog, still cumming, lazily rocking shallow thrusts into you, blobs of white overflowing around the edges and dribbling in a puddle under your ass. He finally lets you go and pulled out of your sore cunt, a full body shudder shaking you before you went limp, cheek falling on the wet spot you made on the pillow.

Despite being breathless, Bully Bakugou managed to laugh at your fucked out expression dazed and glassy at the ceiling. He angled your face up a bit gentler than before, getting you to refocus out of your drowsiness. He leaned down and licked a slow stride up your sweaty neck, pampered soft kisses over your jaw until his mouth hovered over your ear.

“You’re not in the clear yet, princess. Better come back tomorrow,” he whispered, grinned against your ear, “unless you want me to drag you back here.”

You pursed your lips, still not in the right state of mind to think. Regardless, heavy and shaky arms winded around his shoulders, hugged him close, and that earned you a chuckle and a sweet kiss on your ear.

“That’s my girl.”

Bully Bakugou just loves having you all for himself.

[sunascrew]

bully bakugou is way too hot </3

[sunascrew]

head empty just thinking about how katsuki bakugou can fuck me in any scenario and i’d ask him to do it again

[rivanoia]

sup nerd

[sunascrew]

wait cause now i want to read jo’s gym rat

[sunascrew]

favorite aus / kinks

just because 😩

ALT UNIs

camboy/camgirl!

panty thief!

bully! (bakugou specifically)

KINKS

choking

predator/prey

degrading

praise

humiliation

spanking

marking

cream pie

breeding

face fucking

cumplay

oral (receiving+giving)

edging/overstim

sir/master/daddy/mommy

voyerism

size kink

belly bulging

thigh riding

somnophilia

dacryphilia

dub con

role play

exhibition

masochistic

dumbification

biting

spit

filming

public

sometimes

non con

coeration/manipulation

pegging

abuse of power

blackmail

cheating

corruption

more to be added

[sunascrew]

bitches be like “i hate kids” but then have a breeding kink 😐

it’s me. i’m bitches.

[sunascrew]

there’s something about being with izuku and BEING with katsuki. like,, the amount of fics ive read surrounding that—

[sunascrew]

can bakugou katsuki be a kink

[katsupeach-deactivated20220224]

pairing - dilf!bakugou x aquarium employee reader(f!reader) 

MINORS DNI

summary: smut, heavy comfort, FLUFF, when divorced dad/pro hero bakugou’s aquarium trip is ruined by intrusive fans, you offer to let them come back after hours so his daughter can see the belugas. 

a/n: daddy and daddy kink(I couldn’t help myself), bakugou’s daughter is an adorable menace, single dad bakugou has basically no idea how to flirt, reader is insecure a touch, TW for the song baby beluga, reader wasn’t close with her father, Bakugou is in his early thirties, reader in mid twenties. Bakugou’s still kinda mean in bed. Oldest sibling!reader so she got the mom instinct, and unpainted nails because of the touch tank at her job. also tw: for embarassing but i worked really hard on this so if you liked it pls interact.

wc: 8,192

part of me and @romancefiend​s aquarium collab masterlist here

Bakugou silences his phone in his pocket, trying to ignore it’s incessant buzzing. He only had this evening with his daughter before he’d have to bring her back to his ex, the last thing he wanted to do was answer some bullshit questions from his agent. It doesn’t help that everyone at the aquarium is staring, people taking the occasional not-so-subtle photograph. His daughter runs ahead of him, and he catches up in a few strides. 

“Sana,” He calls, “C’mere, sweetheart,” He takes her tiny hand in his, swallowing it completely as she turns to look at him, oblivious to the eyes on the two of them, but jumping at the soft camera clicks. 

“Dad,” She gasps, “Look at the BELUGAS!” She giggles with delight when one swims past and his heart swells painfully, watching the joy spark in her face then travel through her body as she does a little dance. She turns to him, “Did you SEE that?” He nods. “Where do they LIVE?” She screams the last word, attracting even more attention. Someone comes up behind him, nervously holding a notebook. 

“Um,” the young woman smiles at him, “Could you sign this for me, Dynamight?” He grunts, scribbling something on her paper. It’s like a dam breaks in the room, and suddenly there are three, five, ten, more people crowding him and Sana, and his first instinct is to tell them all to go to hell, but he remembers the clips of him losing his shit that they played at the custody hearing, and so instead he takes a deep breath and nods, acquiescing. Sana clings to his leg for a moment. 

“What do they want daddy,” She whines, and a few of them have the grace to look chagrined, “I wanna show you the whales!” 

“One second sweetheart,” He growls, forcing himself to keep his face neutral as these fucking extras shove pieces of paper into his hands. They move in closer, until his broad shoulders are flush against the cool glass, and he doesn’t immediately notice the lack of the tugging on his pants, the silence where usually a barrage of questions would be, but after about sixty seconds he looks down, and Sana is gone. All neutrality melts from his face, he whirls around, looking desperately. “Fuck off,” He snaps, jogging away from the people moving down the hallway. “Sana,” He calls, running down the tunnel where Manta rays float above your head, and past bright tropical fish, his heart pounds, could it have been a villain, how could he have let his fucking guard down like that-

Keep reading

[otakuhotgyaru]

❛ FUELING THE FIRE ❜

ᴋᴀᴛsᴜᴋɪ ʙᴀᴋᴜɢᴏ x͛ ʀᴇᴀᴅᴇʀ

☆ word count - 3.3k

warnings - choking, doggy style, degrading, orgasm denial, hair pulling, rough sex, oral (receiving and giving), slight slapping, hate fucking

synopsis - y/n and bakugo have been rivals ever since they've met but being in the same band has limited the amount of hate that they can have for each other. after a victory for the band, they celebrate in more ways than one.

The after-party was the best part of a show. After winning a huge battle of the bands, the small group of talented young adults had decided to host a party. One that was supposed to be inner circle only but ended up the co-lead guitarist -Mina- had posted on her story about it and at least one hundred people off of her platform only had shown up and it quickly became a bigger deal than they thought it would be.

You groaned, sliding your hands down your face in annoyance as hundreds of sweaty bodies pushed themselves against each other, leaving no room for anyone to breathe. "Mina, you aren't allowed to take another shot. You are nearly on E," you said while grabbing her arm, hoisting her up from her spot on the floor. She recently collapsed after dancing with the nearest person to her for about thirty minutes straight, leaving her boyfriend to have a hissy fit and sitting quietly by himself, drowning in his own jealousy.

"Here, I got her," you heard Kirishima get up and wrap her dangling hands around his shoulders, holding her in his protective embrace while saying small goodbyes to his friends, being mindful of not speaking too loud and adding to the loud music due to Mina's ear being right next to his mouth. "Bakugo don't act a fool and leave y/n alone," he pointed at the ash blond, glaring at the male as he nonchalantly sucked his teeth while looking the other way.

Kirishima walked out, cradling his girlfriend in his arms while he stepped out into the street but not before looking both ways. Opening his car door, he put Mina into the backseat and made sure that she sat comfortably. Driving off and honking his horn, he started his route to their shared apartment.

"I need love like that," you said, leaving back onto the white brick walls behind you and averting your eyes to Denki and Jiro grinding to the beat of a slow song that boomed throughout the room. This made you feel even worse because there you were looking at everyone dance with their significant others while you stood lonely with a drink in your hand, wishing to wash away the loneliness buried inside of you that didn't seem to go away.

Even in a room full of people, you still felt as if you were the only one, not enjoying life and not living as you should be. You were young, youth showing through each curve and crevice of your body, spirit, and mind but yet, you just couldn't grasp the concept of friendship.

You felt a tall presence beside you and you shifted your body, looking to see the culprit and you found yourself to be face to face with the one you hated most,

Katsuki Bakugo.

He could get any girl he wanted in the blink of an eye and that only added to his huge ego and even bigger god complex. He thought he was high and mighty and every piece of land that he walked on should be worshipped and you tried to steer yourself as far away from him as you could get but of course, luck wasn't on your side.

Being in the same friend group and constantly rehearsing for gigs, you just couldn't seem to get away. Everywhere you looked, he was there flaunting his good looks and using them to his advantage with every chance he got. You hated the way that he would get mad at the simplest things but could still have the utmost respect.

He nudged your shoulder, taking a sip of his strong drink from inside of a red solo party cup. "What's with the dumb look?" he asked, mixing the contents of his drink just by rolling his wrist. His face was lit up by the white fairy lights that decorated the room.

"I don't have a dumb look. How about you go back to fucking some girl you find around here. They all look your type. Pretty with blonde hair," I looked up at the ceiling, avoiding his hungry gaze. Striking red eyes burning a nonexistent hole into the side of your head and it seemed to grow bigger and bigger until he rolled his eyes.

"Look, I don't know what the fuck is up with you but shut that shit down right the fuck now." He held your arm tightly, pulling your body so that you both were chest to chest. Due to the height difference, your neck craned back to the best of its ability so that you could hold eye contact. His cold silver rings made marks into the flesh of your arm.

"If you don't get your hands off of me right now I swear I will punch you in the gut," you raised your hand and balled it into a fist, showing him that you wouldn't waste any time to do so.

Laughing in your face, he thought you were adorable. Acting as if you would lay your hands on him. The pathetic attempt made him poke out his lip and try to get his breathing back in control. "You know, y/n. You think you're so scary but I see the looks you give me. Glaring at me as I talk to other females. To me, every last thing you do looks like jealousy," he put a piece of your hair behind your ear, leaning closer to you and nibbling on your ear lightly.

Kisses were placed on your neck and it made your breath hitch. "Some say jealousy isn't a good look but when it comes to you, it's a lie." Grabbing your neck and applying pressure, he trailed the kisses up from your neck, to the side of your lips. Whispering right above the said area, he stayed there but moving any closer. "Everything looks good on you."

Fed up, you smashed your lips on his, pushing yourself unbelievably closer to him. Your mind was clouded with hate and lust. The physical attraction you had towards him made your body move on its own and you couldn't help but revel in the feeling of him against you in this heated moment.

Tongues intertwining into what first was a slow kiss but almost immediately shifted into one that made your knees buckle from beneath you. His unoccupied hand came down to your ass, fondling it in the large, calloused hand of his and you moaned into his mouth. Bodies running on the absolute hate that you have for each other, the kiss grew hungry and desperate. Slamming his back into the wall as he let go of your ass and held your thigh, bringing it up and keeping it there.

Everyone in the room was so wrapped up in the loud music to notice you two hurriedly rushing out of the room. Running into someone's room, sickly bright yellow bedsheets enveloped your body as Katsuki pushed you down. His hands took of your leather jacket and the clasp of your red bustier top. Letting your breast free, he leaned down and took one into his mouth, sucking on your nipple and grazing it with his teeth to add pleasure while he played with the other one. Pulling and playing with the bud as your hands clasped his hair, holding his head as it went back and forth between your two mounds.

Your back arched into him as his knee rubbed against your aching spot. The fabric of your jeans and the pressure of his knee making your eyes roll. "I hate you so fucking much," you hissed as he switched nipples, continuing to take his time. He looked up at you with his hair covering his eyes but he could see you clearly and he loved it. The way spit dribbled down your chin as your tongue rolled out from between your plump lips.

"Look at me when you say it or I don't believe it," he let go of your bud and moved his face to match yours. Opening your eyes, you took a deep breath, looked into his eyes, and repeated yourself. "I fucking hate-," he cut you off, putting his lips onto your own and inserting his tongue into your mouth. He took off your pants, sliding them down in a rush and separating from you.

Going down to your soaking heat, he licked his lips and ran a nimble finger down your slit to gather up a good amount of your slick. Popping the finger into his mouth with a hum of content, he wanted more and that's what he got.

Using his tongue to sop up each and every last drop of the slick that coated you, he couldn't get enough of you. You let out a squeal as he put both of your legs on his shoulders, bringing you closer to his mouth so that he could lick spots that he couldn't before.

Your hands made their way to his blond locks. Holding onto them tightly as he let out a moan from your grip. "Bakugo please," you whined. For what? Neither of you knew but it sure did ignite a fire inside him at your behavior. He chuckled and the vibration sent an electrical-like wave onto your clit, making your legs close around his head and you shook. He graded your thighs, enabling you from cowering away as he continued his relentless sucking.

"I can't," you broke down, body jerking and shaking as you released all on his tongue. His face was covered and glistening. "Mhm, who knew pussy could taste so good. You better feel as good as you taste," he said, slapping your thigh as he got up and removed his clothes, rendering himself naked.

Recovering from your recent orgasm, your breathing unsteady and ragged, you turned your body onto your stomach and lied your head on the plush decorative pillows. Bakugo let out a 'tch,' reaching over your body to place consecutive slaps to your face to bring you back.

Getting excited as you felt his long, hard length resting on your ass, you put yourself in your needs, bending over and sticking your ass into the air. Katsuki slapped it a could of times, making an irritated red mark in the form of his large hand on your left cheek. "Needy little slut," he said, aligning himself up with your entrance but not sliding in, teasing your folds as he coated his tip in your slick.

You pushed back against him, wanting him to hurry up and put it in. "In," the one simple word made him slowly but surely slide in. Groaning and throwing his head back as he bottomed out, hitting the spot inside you that resulted in you pushing your head into the pillows beneath you and moaning his name.

Wanting to hear you, he used his hand and gathered your hair into a makeshift ponytail, using it to slam you against him while he used his other to hold your neck, arching you. You brought your hand up to his, trying desperately to grab onto him.

Rutting inside you, Katsuki muttered a series of incoherent curses under his breath. "Shit, shit, shit."

Locking his hands in your hair and pulling you up to his chest, he fucked into you like there was no tomorrow and the only thing you could ask yourself was how did you get here.

How is it that you ended up fucking the person you hated with every part of your being? When Mina first asked you to join their band, you almost said no due to the blond male's nasty attitude but you couldn't let that hatred ruin something great. You hated the way he clouded your mind but you also couldn't deny the sexual tension.

Being pulled out of your thoughts, Katsuki grunted your name in your ear. "Push back against me slut," he let go of your hair, letting you fall onto the sheet and grip onto them to steady yourself. "Katsu," you finally out, just being able to form one single word before he grabbed your waist and pinned it down, pushing into you and reaching the spongey spot buried so deep that only a certain kind of person could hit.

You yelled but used your hand to cover your mouth, wanting to minimize the sounds that bounced off of the walls but Katsuki grabbed both of your arms, pulling them behind your back. "Don't fucking do that. Let everyone hear how good I'm fucking you. Let them know how you talk shit but at the end of the day, no one can fuck you like this," his hips stuttered, and knew he was close.

Pushing yourself back against him, your ass slapped against his pelvis, matching the speed of his thrusts. "That's it, slut. You're finally learning," he smirked but his breath hitched, slipping out and cumming on your back with a grunt.

"Shit, if you always fuck like this and we could actually be friends," he said, laughing while using his thumb to gather his release off of your back then turning you over so that he could slip his thumb past your lips and into your mouth. "Suck," he looked down at you, smirking sadistically while your watering eyes looked at him in submission.

You turned your head and shook it, signaling that you wouldn't. The smirk on his face grew wider with every passing second. Grabbing your throat, his hand acted as one of the finest pieces of jewelry you could ever act for. His athletic build standing over yours as if he was a predator stalking his prey. "Suck them slut. Don't make me tell you again."

All you could do was nod your head. The grip on your neck prevented you from breathing properly. Katsuki only left just enough room to have you getting enough air to keep you running but other than that, you had to use your nose. You swirled your tongue around his thick fingers, tasting his cum on them and surprisingly, due to being caught up in the moment, the taste was bearable.

Your black eyeliner ran down your face beautifully as he brought them to the back of your throat, making you gag but quickly gaining your composure. Bakugo cooed, loving the way you looked. He found the picture in front of him to be the best thing a guy could ask for but he would never in his life admit it.

The guys always told him, "You guys are going to get together by the end of the summer. You can't fight the fact that she is fine as hell and could get anyone she wants." It was true. You could indeed get anyone but Katsuki threatened anyone that even looked in your way for too long. Every single person that tried it with you had a long lecture from the ash blond and it always ended up with him beating the other person to a pulp for thinking they ever stood a chance.

Taking his fingers out of your mouth, Katsuki wanted to feel how well those pretty little lips of yours would feel around his throbbing dick. Shifting you so that your head was aligned with his rock-hard length, he put his hands behind his head, looking down at you then back up to the ceiling. "You know what to do."

You swallowed thickly, looking at his angry red tip and prominent vein on the side of his dick. "Don't just stare at it. Do something," he hissed, grabbing your hair and bringing you even closer to him.

Your hand went to the base, stroking it ever so lightly and looking up at him while you kitten licked his slit. Spiting, sending a glob of your spit to his dick and watching it run down the side of his shaft, you looked at the way he twitched as you did so. Katsuki let out a frustrated breath, and his eyes furrowed together. He wanted nothing more than your lips to encase him, sucking him in all the right ways.

"Stop fucking around." Grabbing your head and pushing you all the way down his length, Bakugo moaned, cradling your head in his hands as he slouched over your kneeling figure, Knees digging into the mattress and hands resting in his lower thighs, you hollowed your cheeks and flattened your tongue on the underside of his dick.

Moving your head to his desired speed, "Aren't you just full of surprises today," he cooed, feeling you maneuver your tongue all around his dick. "Look at you. Sucking my shit like this," holding your head in place and thrusting into your mouth, he fucked your throat. Stretching it and feeling you gag around him.

Spit dribbled down your chin and his balls slapped up against it. The sound of gargling filled the room and you were pretty sure the party died down, letting everyone on the other side of the wooden door hear two rivals fucking each other. "Ah, shit y/n. That loud ass mouth of yours actually can be put good use." He always used to taunt you and talk about how you used your mouth too much and never used it for the right reasons.

There were so many boundaries that were being crossed that very night. Everything from now on would be affected by what took place. The way you would view the male and the same thing goes for him.

Letting his load out into your mouth with one last thrust, he let out a long line of every swear in the book, throwing himself back onto the surface beneath the two of you, with heavy breaths. You sat on your heels, swallowing the creamy hot cum he graced you with previously. Looking at him seductively as he regained his steady heartbeat.

Pulling you into his chest, you felt his heart pounding in his chest. "This isn't going to change anything, right?" You questioned, wanting everything to go back to normal. Back to him hating you with everything in him, or at least what you thought.

"Yes, y/n. We will go back to screaming at each other in passing," he laughed, holding onto you but deep down inside, he wanted you all to himself. He wanted to be the person you woke up next to every morning, the person that would hold you ever do protectively when you've had a bad day. He wanted nothing but the best for you but was willing to push all those thoughts aside for you.

"You know what? Katsuki, I know what we've been doing is mad childish and now I want to build a connection that we didn't get to start up when we first met," you started, pushing yourself up by your palms. You saw him smile, something that you seemed to yearn to see.

"I want to get to know you. See the playful side of you that no one ever gets to see." He pulled you back to his chest, kissing the side of your head repeatedly and secretly smiling to himself.

"Just don't fuck up, okay?"