Contains: Aged up character, Soft Bakugou, Oral, the word “c*nt”, unprotected sex, breeding kink?, slight Somnophilia
Ry: I know at day 6 you’re like “why did you switch to bnha?” and it was bc of Bakugou’s hero name being revealed and I just… i had to
[Smut Under Cut]
Being married to Pro Hero DynaMight was amazing, but had its drawbacks like any relationship. The main one being, you went to bed basically every single night by yourself, to a large empty house. Katsuki Bakugou worked nights basically every single day, even after you two had gotten married and moved into a four bedroom house that you had been saving up for. While you were a pro hero too, you worked days, getting up right as Katsuki fell into his deep sleep. Last night had been one of those nights, when you had fallen asleep alone.
Now it was early morning, your alarm going off beside your head. Damn, you had forgotten to turn it off. You peek at your phone, pressing on the screen to turn it off before rolling over. Your hand lands on your husband's large muscled form beside you, waking you up just a bit more. Katsuki was snoring softly at first, groaning and shifting as you touched him.
This peeked your interest, making you run your fingers along his muscles. His body wiggled, his brows furring as his lips formed a pout and let out another groan. The two of you had always had a policy that ‘if you wake me up with sex, it’s fine’, but had never really used it due to the way your schedules worked. It had been too long since you had felt him, the urge too strong to fight back. Plus, he could always go back to sleep, right?
Slowly, you moved your fingers down, running your nails gingerly along the hard muscle, all the way down to his hips. Under you, his muscles shifted as he groaned, trying to roll away from your hand in his sleep.
Grinning a bit, you pressed down on his hip to keep him from rolling, pulling at his boxers once he settled back. It took a bit of maneuvering, but you finally got them down enough that his half-flaccid dick was out, laying so temptingly against his pelvic area.
Taking it in your hand, you rub your thumb against the under vein, slowly stroking it as you do so. Katsuki groans under you, his entire body shifting as his hips roll into your hand. A shiver runs down your spine, biting your lip as you muffle a soft moan of your own. You start moving your hand faster, your free hand sweetly playing with his balls. You can see his brows pressing together as he fights sleep, some part of him telling him to wake up.
Licking your lips, you take this opportunity to lean down and flick your tongue over the slit on the head of his now hard cock. Another groan from his throat makes you take all of his cock down your throat the best you can, bobbing your head slowly, your cheeks hollow. Katsuki lets out a moan, his hips once again rolling, this time pushing his cock further down your throat. You pull back, coughing a bit, before looking up at his face.
Bright red eyes are looking back at you, a smirk curled on the corner of his lips. “Mornin’ princess,” he purrs out with his husky morning voice.
You swallow, looking back into his eyes as you answer. “Mornin,” you murmur as Katsuki’s hand finds your cheek, his thumb brushing away a piece of drool from when you had choked.
“Don’t let me stop you. You were doing a good job,” he told you, eyes flickering down to his still erect dick.
You nod, shifting back down and taking the head of his cock back into your mouth. You decided to go slow this time, slowly moving down as you sucked. Katsuki growled a bit, not liking the pace change, bucking his hips up. This time, though, you had caught his twitch so you pulled back with a pop, smirking at him as another growl came from this throat.
“Quit teasing me. You woke me up for this,” he told you, his voice low as he grabbed your wrist and pulled you close to him, your chest pressed against his. Shifting the two of you, Katsuki rolled on top of you, still holding onto one wrist, looking down at you. Light from the morning sun flooded through your windows, basking the two of you in a soft orange light.
“Fuck, you’re so cute,” he murmured before pressing his lips roughly against yours. His free hand moved down, slipping under your pajama bottoms and underwear. He continued by pressing a finger between your pussy lips, finding your clit and rubbing against it softly. He smirked, taking his hand back and licking his now soaked finger. “Someone’s already so wet. Was sucking me off while I slept that much fun?” he teased.
You whined when he pressed against your clit, but let out a whimper when he pulled away, a pout forming on your lips. Sure, you had been teasing him but how dare he tease you?
“Maybe,” you retort, locking your eyes with his ruby-colored ones.
His grin got wider as a laugh came from his throat, leaning in to kiss you sweetly. “I didn’t expect that honest response. It’s hot,” he said. Letting go of your wrist, he sits up, grabbing at the elastic on your pants, yanking everything off with one clean motion. Slipping between your legs, he forced you to spread them open, his eyes looking over every inch of your body.
“You don’t usually wake me up, though… Why today?” he wondered as he leaned down, pressing kisses against your mound.
“I was lonely… and a little unloved...” you reply, letting out soft moans as his hands find their way up your body, running along your sides up to your chest to cup your breasts. You let out a few more moans as he began massaging them, arching your back a bit.
“Sorry, babe... You know I love you,” he murmured before his tongue slipped between your pussy lips, burying his face nose deep into you.
Katsuki loved being between your thighs, eating you out as if he was a starving dog. His tongue swiped along your cunt, flicking across your clit, causing you to arch your back and moan. One of his fingers slipped inside of you right as he began sucking on your sensitive bud, your hands finding his hair to tangle into. His finger began exploring your insides, finding a bundle of nerves and pressing against it. Another loud moan left your throat, a whimper following as he licked and sucked at your clit. He kept this up until you were a squirming mess under him, having added another finger as he finger-fucked you for a solid five minutes. Another solid press against your g-spot along with the flick of his tongue and gently suck of your clit, and you were rolling over the edge with your orgasm, bucking up into his mouth as you moaned his name over and over.
“Oh Katsu...,” you breathed out, shivering as you came down from your orgasm.
“I’ll make it up to you even more..” he said when he caught his breath, “How about I give you something to remember me even when I’m not here?”
“Really?” you reply, your head snapping up to look back into his eyes. You had been wanting a child with Katsuki for a while now, and he always told you it wasn’t a good time.
“Yeah,” he replied, kissing your belly before shifting up, his erection pressing against the folds of your aching entrance. “I can’t wait to cum inside you,” he said, his red eyes darkening with a hunger you hadn’t seen before, causing a shutter to run down your body.
Without another word, Katsuki pushes himself inside you until he’s all the way. He began to pull out right away then pushed back into you with a snap of his hips, his pace already picking up by the sixth stride. The room filled with your moans, arching your back as you rolled your hips, grinding into Katsuki’s cock as he finally set his pace. Echoing your moans with soft groans and pants of his own, Katsuki looked down at you with heavy-lid eyes, your legs wrapped around his waist as he held your hips.
His thumbs gently rubbed your hips as he kept up his pace, leaning down to kiss your lips twice. Letting go of your hips for a moment, he made your legs let go as he put your ankles onto his shoulders, groaning as he cock pushed deeper inside of you from the angle. One of his hands snaked up your thighs to your calves before his fingers wrapped around your ankles. His head tilted into your foot, kissing right above where his fingers were. You saw a glint in his eye as he smirked down at you before he started pounding mercilessly into you. A scream ripped from your throat from the sudden fast paced movements, the scream quickly dissolving into moans as he kept ramming into you.
Katsuki groaned above you, mumbling out your name in between his soft pants, sweat slowly building up between your thighs and his chest. His free hand holds your hip for support as he pounds into you, his thumb gently rubbing your soft flesh before his fingers begin pressing into it. His hips started to get wilder with his thrusts, his cock twitching inside of you. His teeth gently sink into your ankle as he groans against your skin, obviously trying to keep himself from finishing.
“Come inside me,” you whine, reaching up to grip at his toned arms, scratching them as your nails run down the solid flesh.
“Fuck YN!” he groans before slamming into you once more, thick ropes of cum plastering the inside of your canal, likely leaking into your womb.
You arch into him, moaning as you feel yourself being filled up with a special warmth. Panting, the two of you slowly separate, with Katsuki moving himself so he laid beside you, his chest heaving in near motion with your own. You smile softly, rolling onto your side as you snuggle closer to Katsuki, resting your head against his chest.
“Thank you,” you whisper.
“Ha? What for?” he wonders, looking at you with a cocked eyebrow.
“For showing you still love me,”
“Of course I love you, dumbass. I wouldn’t let just anyone have my kid,” he replied, kissing your forehead. His arm wrapped around you to pull you even closer, melding your body with his as he closed his eyes. “Now let me sleep,” he yawned out.
“Of course,” you whisper, kissing his chest. “I love you so much, Katsuki…”
This is for @vixenpen @starry-eyed234 ‘s Event!
Ry: Ah, yaes, more soft Bakugou content. Here we go with Day 21!
Bakugou stomped into class wearing a pad stuck to his cheek and scowl on his face, stomping his feet heavily with each step to his desk without a word.
“Dude, was it an accident?” Kirishima asked.
“A man-made accident,” he growls out.
Kirishima and Kaminari look at each other, ‘Ah, Y/L/N...’ they both think together.
“What did you do?” Kirishima asks.
“Tch,” the blond responds with only a grumble and a kick to the chair in front of him as others begin to come in.
“Woah, what's with Bakugou?” Ochako asks, standing next to you as the both of you come in together.
“Who cares?” you reply coldly, going to your desk and getting ready for the day. Ochako sits beside you with a confused and concerned look on her face.
Truth was, you had slapped the shit out of him and scratched his face after he had said some stupid shit.
The rest of the day goes similarly, you avoid him at every single turn, and even going so far as to force poor Kaminari to be your partner in PE. After classes, you leave immediately and make a detour so he can’t follow you. You then hole yourself up in your room, and invite Ochako to come study so you have an excuse to ignore his texts.
“What is going on?” Ochako asks you.
“What do you mean?” you reply, scribbling in your notebook as you pretend you have no idea what the brown haired girl was talking about.
“Between you and Bakugou!” she insisted, frowning. “Normally you’re attached at the hip but you have been avoiding him since this morning!” she said, leaning back against your bed and sighing.
You close your notebook and sigh as well. “He’s so possessive. And angry. He saw me texting Midoriya and totally lost his mind! I can have friends, and when I told him he can’t control me or what I do, he snapped back saying he felt the same way, that I was getting in the way of his training and here we are,” you tell your friend, frowning at the memory.
You could understand some jealousy, but Bakugou took it to a different level when it came to you. If guys so much as looked at you for too long, more than a second, he would yell at them or try to fight them. It was honestly becoming exhausting at this point.
“Wow, that’s rough. I’m sorry he feels the need to do that… I wonder if he got cheated on before…?” she says, then shrugs. “Probably not though, anyone would be too terrified to cheat on him,” she added with a laugh.
You feel an odd pang in your chest, sighing again. “Who knows? Maybe I should apologize…” you mumble.
“Nah, Bakugou definitely needs to apologize!” Ochako says with a laugh before you two go back to studying when you notice the time.
Once Ochako had left around 9pm, you had opened your phone and clicked on the messages, going through them. You hadn’t checked your phone all day besides to ask Ochako to come over. So, you went through all the other ones first before clicking on Bakugou’s name. Slowly, you scrolled and read his texts to you. One for nearly every hour he had been able to text you.
‘Are you just going to ignore me all day?’ 10am
‘Come on. I hate this.’ 11am
‘Seriously? Kaminari?!’ 11:30am
‘I FUCKING HATE THIS. STOP IGNORING ME!’ 1:20pm
‘Fine then, be mad you brat!’ 2:15pm
‘ANSWER ME DAMMIT.’ 3:00pm
‘Why are you still ignoring me?’ 4:10pm
‘Come on!’ 6:30pm
‘Teddy bear, please…’ 8pm
Fidgeting with your phone for a moment, you decide to text him back, even if he isn’t likely awake right now.
‘I’m sorry for hitting you...’ you type out, chewing on your lip before hitting send.
Your phone lights up nearly right away with an incoming message.
‘Can I please see you?’
‘Yes,’ is your simple reply.
Not even a minute later, there's a soft knock at your door. You quickly open it, feeling arms wrapped carefully around you, holding you close. Bakugou gently pushes you out of the doorway and closes the door behind you. He says nothing as he leads you to your bed. Sitting down with, he pulls you into his lap, facing him, he proceeds to bury his face into the crook of your neck.
You feel his breath against your neck, his lips moving but no sound reaching your ears.
“Hm…?” you hum, making it clear you didn’t hear him. He would have to say his apologizes out loud this time.
Pulling his head back and looking into your eyes, he looks as if he’s been crying.
“I’m sorry for losing my temper… again… with you…” he started, letting out a deep shaky sigh. “I know you’re not cheating on me.. But… I can’t stand when you get so close to that damn Deku.. He’s the one person I’m… worried about losing to… I always say stupid shit I don’t mean when I’m angry... Forgive me, firecracker?” mumbling so you could barely hear him, but loud enough to satisfy you. He was so bad at expressing his feelings, but he was doing his very best. For you.
Gently, you placed a hand on his head, playing with his hair sweetly for a few moments. You wanted him to let his apology sink in, and remember this feeling. It was nice to watch the powerful Katsuki Bakugou squirm under you.
“Hmmm, I’ll forgive you… but let’s try not to do this again, okay? You’re not going to lose me. To Midoriya or anybody...” you tell him, looking back into his crimson eyes. “I love you, Katsuki Bakugou,” you murmur.
He looks a bit startled, looking at you with serious, but soft eyes.
“I love you too, F/N,” he says, holding you closer to him. “So much.” he whispered into your ear.
Day 11. Orgy (Kenma, Kuroo, Bokuto, Tsukki, Akaashi)
!!18+!!
WC: 6059
Pairing: Fem!YN x Kenma, Kuroo, Bokuto, Tsukki and Akaashi
Contains: Orgy, Oral, Anal, DP, Dubcon, Daddy/Sir Kink, Prasing, Degradation, Vouyerism, Being recorded, semi-public sex... It’s a lot, okay??
Ry: I… I hope you like it u////u
[Smut Under Cut]
You had always loved Volleyball, but due to a knee injury of your own during middle school, could no longer play it, so you decided managing would be the next best thing. You had managed the girls team back in high school, but here at Nekoma University, the girls team already had two managers. You had then been told the boys team had no managers at all aside from the coaches, and you felt compelled to join.
When you had come into the gym on the second day of College, asking about becoming a manager for the Boys Volleyball team, you had been suddenly surrounded and your ears filled with the sounds of happy sobbing. They had all been so excited to get a manager, and a cute girl at that. None of them wasted any time flirting when they could with you, but it was Kenma and Kuroo who had really caught your eye. Something about the two senpai stuck with you.
Surprisingly, the two of them had ended up coming to you, led majority by Kuroo, and asked if you wanted to be in a relationship with the two of them. Of course, you had to keep it mostly a secret, since they didn’t want the other guys on the team to be jealous about it. You did your best to be discreet, and really, it wasn’t odd for you to spend a lot of time with the Captain and Co-Captain, being the only manager they had.
It was now July, and like always, they had their summer week long Tokyo training camp with several other schools, including Karasuno University, a tradition since high school to now invite them.
It was Nekoma University that was hosting this year and you ended up being roomed with the other female managers, all of whom you had only met before at practice matches. You hadn’t really had any time to get to know any of the other members of the other teams, but you didn’t really mind either way.
All the schools were shocked when they had met you, surprised someone was actually Nekoma’s Manager. It had caused Yamamoto to brag happily that they finally got a hot girl as their manager, who could “rival” that of Kiyoko, but that had earned him a smack across the head from you, telling him not to act up and you weren’t in any competitions.
The day went by, helping the other girls with chores around while the boys all played. Every now and then, you’d watch a match or two, but it was mostly time spent with the girls until lunch. Having gone to get more plates, you were heading back when you were stopped.
Kuroo came up behind you, wrapping his arms around your shoulders and nuzzling the top of your head, “Mmm, it’s been so long since I’ve held you like this,” he purrs in your ear.
You giggle softly, “Tetsu-chan, it’s been since this morning,” you gently remind him.
“But I’ve worked so hard since then!” he whines, “Plus, I won’t be able to just take you home after this,” he murmured into your ear, gently nibbling at it.
“Hm, I guess that is true since we’ll be staying here on campus for the week,” you muse, smirking a bit. “Where’s Kenma?” you wonder, looking around for your other boyfriend.
“Oh, he’s busy with Chibi-chan. They’re like, best friends,” Kuroo explains, shrugging a bit. “He’ll probably come see you later, I can tell he’s getting drained already. Everyone’s gotten so much better since last year,” he goes on, explaining how Tsukishima and Washio had both been getting way better in their blocking skills. You leaned into him, forgetting your mission, snuggling into his back, inhaling his musky scent from all the sweat. “Oh hey, we’ll be doing a two on two later after our main training is done, want to come by and watch?” he asked, peppering your neck with kisses as he spoke.
You let out a soft moan, nodding slowly, “Mmm, sure. I like watching you play,” you tell him.
“Mmm, perfect, princess. You motivate me,” he purrs, nipping your ear again before taking the plates from you. “Well, let’s go before someone tries to come find us,” he laughs.
You can feel yourself blushing, nodding again, “Sure, sure,” you laughed, taking some of the plates back and grinning as Kuroo pouted.
The rest of the day had gone by without a hitch, everyone taking plenty of turns with penalties. They had all grown so much, and it was extremely hard playing against each other at this point. You had just finished cleaning up the main gym, going to change before finding your boyfriends and their friends for the two-on-two game. You had changed from your regular capri’s you wore during practice to a pair of shorts, since it was still hot outside. Still wearing your Nekoma jacket, unzipped, showing off your soft blue tank top, your cleavage bouncing slightly as you walked as you hadn’t worn a bra. Truthfully, you hated them, avoiding them as much as possible.
Getting to the practice gym, you noticed the door was already cracked open, peeking inside. You were honestly shocked they weren’t all exhausted on the floor of the gym after today. You were tired from watching them! Inside were two players from Fukurodani, Kotaro Bokuto and Keiji Akaashi, and the tall middle blocker from Karasuno, Kei Tsukishima, along with your two boyfriends. Akaashi was setting while the two on two game was Kuroo and Bokuto against Kenma and Tsukishima.
Unable to help it as Kenma gave very little effort into blocking, you giggled a bit too loudly, all five pairs of eyes instantly finding you behind the slightly cracked door.
“Hey Hey! LN-chan!” Bokuto was the first to come running to you, opening the door wide and ushering you in, “I didn’t know you’d be stopping by!” his arm slung around your shoulder.
“O-Oh, yeah, I was just… um.. walking by when I heard you all…” you say nervously, Bokuto’s hand on your shoulder gently squeezing. Your eyes flicker to Kenma and Kuroo, hoping they aren’t angry someone else is touching you in such a way. Neither seems bothered, though.
“So you just decided to stop and peek in?” you hear Tsukishima wonder, his arms crossed.
“Well, this is Nekoma’s campus and I am the manager,” you reply, your bottom lip sticking out in a pout, your arms crossing, “I can peek in if I want to.”
“Tsuki! You better be nice to my girlfriend” Kuroo said, coming over to you and pulling you to his chest, Bokuto pouting for a moment before his mouth hung open.
Everyone stopped what they were doing and stared, quiet for a while.
“Our girlfriend,” Kenma finally said, his voice quiet but loud enough to be heard in the gym.
“EHHHH?” Bokuto shouted, looking between the three of you. “Seriously, seriously!? Wow Kuroo! Kozume! You two are so lucky!” he whined. “I want to date her too!”
“She is very attractive,” Akaashi says, though he’s not as surprised as the others, or at least not showing it.
“You’re seriously dating these two?” Tsukishima asks you, but is only pointing to Kuroo.
“Hey what's that supposed to mean!?” Kuroo growls, “She’s my precious princess!” he declares rather loudly. He turns his attention back to you, “Did you wear those shorts just for us?” Kuroo asks, his voice a purr, “I told you others would be here… Or was this because there’d be others?” he teases, squeezing your hip as he says this, making a rather loud moan escape your lips
Your eyes widen, the sound echoing in the nearly empty gym, your face feeling hotter by the second.
“Wow, that was hot,” Bokuto breaths out, his pants tightening.
Tsukishima is biting his bottom lip so hard you expect to see blood start to drip down his chin.
Akaashi isn’t even looking towards you, but you can see the red in his ears.
Kenma is beside you in an instant, lacing your fingers with his, “Answer his question, kitten,” he purrs into your ear. You whimper, shifting a bit, feeling all eyes on you. Were they trying to tease you in front of the others?
“It.. it wasn’t on purpose… I think they shrunk in the wash…” you manage to get out, burying your face in Kuroo’s shoulder in embarrassment.
“Mmm, but why not wear sweats?” Kuroo presses.
“I… W.. Well….” you stumble, unsure what to say. Yes, you had worn these shorts for your boyfriends, but you hadn’t expected them all to be staring at you this way, with a certain hunger in their eyes that made you squirm.
“Answer him,” Kenma encouraged, “You’re not in trouble,” he reassures you.
“Well, hold on, Kenma, she might be. Teasing guys other than her boyfriends? Doesn’t that sound like something that should be punished?” Kuroo says, his eyes flickering around the room.
Kenma hums in agreement, but waits for your answer.
“I… I wanted to wear these for you two…” you finally tell them honestly, your legs shifting at the odd feeling pooling in your panties.
“So you are being a tease?” Kuroo confirms, smacking your ass with a loud slap. Unable to help it, you let out a yelp, your body shivering a bit. They really had trained your body well in the last few months. His eyes tell you how he wants you to answer him.
“Y-Yes, Daddy,” you murmur.
Bokuto lets out an ungodly loud groan, Akaashi is shifting himself as he tries to adjust his hard-on, while Tsukishima is just staring at you, apparently in shock.
“Good girl,” Kuroo purrs, kissing your temple, “Looks like you’ve got some admirers…”
Your eyes flickering between all of the boys in the gym, looking down and shifting again, chewing on the inside of your cheek. Kenma gently grabs your chin, tilting your head up so you’re looking at him, kissing your lips briefly before forcing you to look at Bokuto.
“Are you going to take responsibility for that?” Kenma whispers in your ear.
Your eyes flicker down to Bokuto’s shorts, seeing how tight they had become from his erection, his eyes looking you up and down.
“Want to show Bokuto-san what a naughty princess you are?” Kuroo wondered out loud. “If you guys want to be involved, her punishment can be to take all of us,” he said, licking his lips as he watched you, gently nudging you towards Bokuto.
You inhaled a shaky breath but nodded at your tall, black haired boyfriend. For some reason, deep within you, you really wanted this, to be shared, with all the eyes watching you.
Bokuto groaned at your silent reply, getting closer to you cautiously, half wondering if this was a dream. “I’m okay with it,” he said, his voice already thick with lust.
“Show him what a good girl you are, even if you are a slutty one,” Kuroo encouraged, smirking.
Once you’re in front of Bokuto, you slip down onto your knees when Kenma lets go of your hand fully, looking up into Bokuto's eyes as you pull his shorts down enough that his cock springs out. As you look it over, you can tell it’s definitely thicker than either Kuroo and Kenma, and you wonder for half a second if it’ll even fit in your mouth. Flicking your tongue over the slit to taste a bead of pre-cum before you run your tongue along the underside, pressing into the vein.
“Akaashi? Tsuki?” It was Kenma that asked, which surprised everyone aside from you, who was too busy slurping on Bokuto’s cock as they spoke. Both stayed silent for a while.
You began taking it all in, making sure to keep your cheeks hollow as you sucked and slurped, your tongue swirling around as best it could. Your head began to bob, your eyes glancing up to see how Bokuto was doing. His face was twisted in pleasure, drool coming from one side of his mouth as his hands rested on your shoulders, gently squeezing as he groaned softly and mumbled.
“A-Akaashi… You need to try her mouth,” Bokuto panted out as he began to move his hips, one of his hands twisted behind your head to keep you from moving back.
Akaashi cleared his throat and shifted a bit, trying to decide what to do, “O.. Okay… As long as.. You guys really don’t care…”
Tsukishima shifted in place, brought out of his trace as he stepped forward, he had been wanting to touch you since the moment he laid eyes on you at the first practice game. “F-Fine…” he grumbles, as if not already hard.
“Not at all, she deserves it for being such a fucking tease,” Kuroo replied as he leaned down to smack your ass again.
You moaned against Bokuto’s cock, the vibration causing him to shiver and begin moving his hips faster, his cock shoving down your throat. While it did burn a bit, you didn’t gag, not having had gag reflex since you were younger, which you were glad for now. Bokuto seems to perk up at this, practically purring as he starts going faster, watching you take his entire cock in your mouth, down into your throat. “F-Fuck,” he pants as he keeps going, his hips getting a bit wilder as he got close.
Kuroo smirks and pulls you away, lifting you up by hooking his arms under your armpits. You whine softly, looking back at him with confusion.
Bokuto mimics your whining, “Kuroo! What was that for? I was so close!” he complains.
“Exactly, do you want this to end that quickly?”
“Fuck you that was quick!” Bokuto snaps. “She’s just that good!”
“Oh, I know,” Kuroo grins widely and unzips your jacket the rest of the way, slipping it off your shoulders before lifting your top up to your neck, exposing your breasts and the fact you didn’t have a bra on.
“Oh, not wearing a bra? Wow, did you want this to happen, princess?” he wonders as he gently gropes one, pressing his hard-on against your back.
To be fair, you had expected sex from your boyfriends, not expecting them to tease you like this and share you. “I…” your eyes flicker to everyone before looking back at him, “I wanted you to touch me right after practice, Daddy,” you murmur, feeling all the pairs of eyes boring into your exposed body.
“Now your daddies have to share you because you were a naughty girl. You better be on your best behavior and show our friends a good time, okay? What kind of host would we be if you don’t help them relieve some stress?” Kuroo’s words swim in your head, making you whimper softly at the thought of all these men being inside of you.
Kenma reaches over, rolling one of your nipples between this thumb, making you moan loudly. “Who do you want to fuck you first?” he asks, and when you don’t answer right away, he pinches it again, making you wiggle and whine as Kuroo holds you up, his arms hooked under yours again. “Answer faster, kitten,” Kenma urges.
You look around at all the men, swallowing a hard lump in your throat as you finally reply, “Bokuto-san…”
Bokuto grins widely and jumps up, “Yes!” he shouts, excited to try out your pussy since your mouth had been so amazing. Your eyes lock with Akaashi for a moment, your mouth opening in response to the hunger in his eyes, sticking your tongue out as an invitation.
“Isn’t she such a pretty thing~” Kuroo coos as he picks you up, making you squeak, and leads everyone into the gym equipment room. Kenma and Akaashi get one of the mats and get it settled before Kuroo places you onto it, “Get onto all fours for now,” he instructs.
You waste no time obeying, getting onto your hands and knees, looking up at all five of them with curiosity sparkling in your eyes.
“Fuck, that’s a sexy look,” Kuroo curses under his breath, palming himself as he watched Bokuto get behind you and Akaashi get in front. Seeing you in this way made him just want to take you himself, but he was going to enjoy all of this.
Kenma gently nudged Tsukishima into going to stand by Akaashi, mentioning how you only needed one hand to balance yourself.
“Aw, shit, do you guys have condoms?” Bokuto wonders.
Kenma shrugs, “It’ll be fine, right, kitten?”
You nod, “Y-Yes, c-cum inside me,” you murmur, looking over your shoulder just enough to lock eyes with Bokuto.
“Stop. Bokuto, spank her. Hard,” Kuroo stern voice sends shivers down your spine.
Bokuto instantly did so without question, smacking your ass rather hard, a handprint shaped welt starting to form already as he looked towards Kuroo in confusion. You let out a yelp, your knees shaking as you try your best to stay up, whimpering, eyes tearing up a bit. “Ah- Sorr-'' he goes to apologize for being too hard but Kuroo stops him.
“Don’t apologize to her, she deserved that. What do you say, princess?” Kuroo urges, his eyes narrowed.
You swallowed hard, “P-Please cum inside me, Sir,” you say more clearly, fixing your earlier words, looking back at Bokuto with pleading eyes. Your legs are shaking, your hips wiggling as you try to get some friction on your already sopping pussy.
Kuroo grins, “Good girl,” he sweetly spoke to you now, then turned his attention on the others, “Now it’s okay to give her attention,” he told them.
Bokuto nodded excitedly, “Don’t mind if I do, then,” he purrs, his erection lining up with your folds as he runs the length against you, shivering a bit at the sound of your slick echoing in the room. “She’s so wet,” you hear Bokuto’s deep voice ring in your ears.
“She’s a good kitten,” Kenma murmurs, sitting in the corner on some equipment, one hand slowly rubbing his stiff cock while the other holds the phone’s camera focused solely on you.
You gently paw at Akaashi’s shorts until he pulls them down enough that his large cock springs out, slapping onto your tongue that you had stuck out again for him. Knowing you need your hand for other things, you slurp Akaashi’s cock into your mouth, your tongue pressed flat against the underside vein as you hollow out your cheeks and begin to suck vigorously.
“F-Fuck,” Akaashi hisses out.
Your hand goes up to find Tsukishima, who seems to have understood as he’s suddenly there, his own shorts already down. While his cock looks like the thinnest in terms of girth, he also appears to be rather long, maybe even rivaling Kuroo’s length. You begin to pump at his cock as you bob your head around Akaashi’s length, trying to focus on everything all at once. Letting out a loud whimper you think about all these different cocks about to stuff you, shivering a bit.
Akaashi grips your hair, his body shaking a bit at the vibrations from your throat as his hips begin to move, taking over some of your thinking for you as you allow him to simply face fuck you, still minding to keep your cheeks hollow as you do your best to give Tsukishima a good hand-job.
Bokuto licks his lips as he stares at your ass, rubbing his length across you a few more times before he slowly begins pushing the head in, inhaling sharply at how tight you are. “Ooooh fuck… She’s so wet but still.. so tight…” he groans, still pushing inside of you, giving you little time to adjust to the burning stretch you were feeling.
You end up choking and coughing a bit around Akaashi’s cock from the feeling of Bokuto filling your pussy up, but that only makes Akaashi grip your hair that much tighter, his hips keeping his rhythm as you adjusted back. “Good girl,” Akaashi’s praise reached your ears, making you purr, eyes looking up at him with interest.
“She’s a natural fuck doll, isn’t she?” Kuroo says, his voice dripping with pride. He and Kenma had made you sensitive to touches and praise, sure, but you were a natural all on your own, and Kuroo was extremely proud to be able to call you his princess.
Behind you, Bokuto pushes all the way inside of you, pressing against your cervix, threatening to push through. He pulls nearly all the way out before pushing back in, getting into a rhythm similar to that of Akaashi’s, with a bit more force behind every deep seeth of his cock into your throbbing hole. You can feel him pressing against every nerve, making your body spasm a bit, your first light orgasm washing over your body. Bokuto groans, shivering as he feels you tighten more around him, licking his lips. You let out a soft whimper when he speaks, your hand squeezing gently around Tsuki’s cock, still pumping away at it and trying to stay in a proper rhythm.
“I think she came from that,” he purred.
“I think you’re right,” Kuroo purred from his spot on your other side, watching you closely, hungrily, as you take all of this with stride, stroking his own cock.
Bokuto’s hips slap against your ass, keeping his pace and strength about the same with every stroke. His thumb gently nudges against your puckered asshole.
“Do you guys use here?” he asks in between pants.
You moan around Akaashi’s cock at the feeling of your butt being played with, anal being something you do enjoy.
“All the time,” Kuroo replies, “Do you want to?” he offers, smirking. “If so…” he trails off a bit.
“I do,” Bokuto replies quickly, having never done anal before and extremely excited to try. “If that’s okay with you?” a large, rough hand rubs your bottom gently, waiting for an answer.
You try to swallow around Akaashi’s cock, your stomach twisting, waiting to be filled up in that way, knowing someone else would take a place in your pussy as well. Akaashi pulls his cock out of your mouth, gently stroking himself.
You nod slowly, “It’s okay, sir,” you give your reply to Bokuto.
Kuroo explains to Bokuto how to get you ready, then explains to Akaashi and Tsuki that they’ll have to move you around a bit. They all seem to disappear at once, and Kenma is beside you, his soft voice filling your entire being with a special warmth.
“How are you doing, kitten?” he asks you, cupping your face as the guys all move around you, adjusting everything in the room you were occupying.
“G-Good, Daddy,” you pant out, your throat getting sore already, your wrist tired and your pussy throbbing still from the after shock of your orgasm.
Kenma smiles, kissing your lips sweetly, despite you just having sucked off two different guys, “Have fun, okay, and remember our hand-signals,” he kisses your forehead before moving back again when you nod, remembering the signals in case you needed to stop.
Perhaps that was why Kenma was staying out of it, at least for now, wanting to make sure you were being properly taken care of. Not that Kuroo would let them seriously hurt you, but Kenma had a bit of a sharper eye. Kenma shifts back to the corner, having put the phone down for now. You let out a whimper when you feel your hips being grabbed, looking behind you as you see Bokuto on his knees, moving so he was under you.
“I’m going to start now, okay?” You barely registered Bokuto’s voice before his well lubed, large finger slowly pushed into your puckered hole.
Your body adjusted quickly, used to this, moaning freely now that Akaashi had taken his cock out. He got between Bokuto’s legs, the two of you facing each other as you sit up slightly as your ass is played with. Akaashi’s lips catch yours, kissing you deeply before his mouth moves down your neck, to your collarbone and finally to your breasts, playing with one. His mouth descended one of your nipples, his tongue swirling around the bud as he sucked, making it nice and stiff before moving onto the other one.
With your mouth now free, Tsukishima stood near Bokuto’s side, his crotch eye-level as he stroked his cock, getting close enough that you could lean in, wrapping your lips around the long length. You bobbed your head for a while before Tsukki took over, his hands tangled in your hair as he controlled the pace and depth.
Under you, Bokuto had added another finger, scissoring your asshole to prepare you, eventually adding a third before he was comfortable enough to lube his cock up and press the head against you. He slowly took his fingers out before they were quickly replaced with his cock, causing you to hiss around Tsukishima’s long erection. Bokuto was definitely thicker than Kuroo, as the burning sensation was a bit more than usual. Akaashi kept sucking on your nipple, playing with the other until Bokuto was fully seated inside you. With a soft pop, he disconnected and got closer, the head of his own erection rubbing against your sopping pussy entrance.
“May I?” Akaashi wondered right as Tsukishima pulled your mouth off his cock, having gotten close and was now bringing himself back down a bit.
You nod listlessly, panting heavily, “P-Please fill me up, Sir.”
Akaashi shivers visibly before he begins pressing inside you, moaning at how tight you are as he gets all the way inside of you. His cock curves the opposite way of Bokuto’s cock, making it so they’re pressing the same way inside of you, hitting the same areas in different ways, rubbing against the thin walls that connect the two areas. You whimper and moan loudly, your mouth falling open and Tsukishima taking this as an invite to shove his cock back down your throat.
A familiar hand grabs your wrist, a large hand you’d know anywhere, Kuroo. He leads your hand to his erection, and you eagerly wrap your fingers around it, stroking it as best you could. You wished you could look at him, but your eyes could barely focus on anything, let alone someone who felt so far away. Here you were, sandwiched between two men who were not neither of your boyfriends, slurping and sucking on a cock that wasn’t either, while giving a sloppy handjob to your oldest boyfriend. Where even was Kenma? You could barely focus, panting heavily anytime Tsukishima pulled his cock out, just to ram it back in.
You could feel Bokuto’s hips snapping behind you, slapping against your ass with a squishy smack. His hands held onto your hips, keeping you as still as possible as he thrusted upwards into you. Warm air that you assumed was his breath made your back feel a little sweaty, but oddly, the smell of the room was becoming sweet.
Akaashi had his face buried in the crook of your neck, his cock buried deep inside your pussy as he and Bokuto moved in opposite rhythms, only occasionally slamming into you at the same time. His tongue grazed along your neck, occasionally biting and gently sucking on your lower neck. You really hoped he wasn’t leaving marks, but you also did not have the ability to say anything. It was a good thing you had gotten used to hiding hickeys, since Kuroo, and surprisingly Kenma, loved leaving marks all over. Although, they didn’t usually go for your neck.
You choked a bit as Tsukishima pushed himself down into your throat a bit more than before, which caused Kenma to speak up from somewhere in the room.
“Be gentle with her, it’s only the first day of training camp,” he said quietly, but with a certain sternness in his voice.
“Yeah if you wreck her too much, she won’t be able to stay and that wouldn’t be okay,” Kuroo said in between pants, watching you take three cocks at once while jerking him off.
Tsukishima hissed a bit, “Sorry, YN,” he managed to say from between gritted teeth, his pace picking up but at the same time, becoming a bit gentler with you.
You tried to mumble against his cock that it was okay, but it just sounded like a garbled mess as his cock went in and out of your mouth. It was you that started up again, bobbing your head so that he felt comfortable. Kuroo groaned beside you, bucking his hips into your hand haphazardly, “You’re so cute,” you heard him breath out in between grunts.
Akaashi’s face was still buried in your neck’s crook this entire time, still biting and sucking away at parts of your soft flesh. His hands gripped your thighs, while Bokuto’s hands held tight onto your hip bones. Tsukishima pulled his cock out and began stroking it for a while, panting heavily as he grumbled about being close again. Ah, so he was doing his best to keep from coming first. You wondered for a moment if anyone else felt the same way. But, this gave you an opportunity to moan as much as you wanted to, the sound flooding the room. Bokuto’s movements started getting faster from behind you, making you cry out as his thick cock pressed deep inside your ass.
“F-Fuck, she’s getting tighter…”
You weren’t sure whose voice it was at this point, the voice muffled by something. Your eyes blurry with tears as Tsukishima puts his cock back into your mouth.
Over all, every part of you tingling with pleasure; every touch, movement, kiss to your flesh, finger tangled in your hair, felt amazing.
Inside of you, you could feel Bokuto’s cock twitching like crazy, his hip movements getting messy as he started to chase his high. His fingers dug into your hips, his forehead pressed against the back of your neck as he tried to go deeper inside of you. Akaashi had began going a bit slower, but was still pushing in deep. As the two slam inside of you at the same time, they both press against bundles of nerves. You did your best to scream around Tsukishima’s cock, coughing a little, as you came around Bokuto and Akaashi’s cocks, tightening up once more.
Bokuto moaned loudly, shouting your name once before his teeth sunk into the back of your neck, causing you to scream around Tsukishima’s cock. Bokuto began rutting inside of you as he emptied his semen deep inside your hole, his hips sputtering a bit when he finished. He slumped more against you, panting heavily as his grip on your hips loosened, now gently rubbing at them as Akaashi began picking up pace.
Tsukishima groaned as the vibrations from your throat caused his orgasm to start. He held your head in pace, his cock most of the way in as he finished, mumbling your name quietly as he did so. You swallowed what you could, some of it dribbling down the corner of your mouth, as Tsukishima pulled his cock out. Once his cock was gone, so was his hand that had been tangled in your hair.
After a few moments of panting, Kuroo’s hard cock was against your lips, his sweet voice filling your ears, “Daddy is close, finish me off, my good princess.”
Your eyes fluttered open as you looked at him, opening your mouth again after you caught your breath. Behind you, Bokuto slowly pulled out, making you gasp at the empty feeling, but it was still nice and warm, a present that Bokuto had left behind. You quickly start sucking on Kuroo’s cock, moaning at the familiar taste.
Akaashi is still going strong, his hips slapping against yours. His pace picked up a bit, but he focused on pushing in as deeply as he could, adjusting every few strokes. His cock was twitching inside of you, and you knew he was getting close, but he was also trying to make you cum again. He smirked a bit as his cock rubbed against the bundle of nerves he was looking for, causing you to once again scream around a cock. Kuroo’s cock slipped deeper inside, making him groan loudly, shivering at the feeling of your throat around the head.
As your pussy and throat tightened at the same time, both remaining men dumped their loads inside you. Kuroo’s cock spurted down your throat, making you swallow it whether you wanted to or not. He pulled out once he was done so you could breathe properly.
Akaashi bit down on your shoulder as he shoved deeply inside you, his hips barely moving as he rubbed circles against your clit. You felt his lips move against your flesh, and you wondered what he said for a split second. After a few moments, he pulled out slowly, groaning quietly. You whimpered softly, your body shaking as it began to fully realize what had just happened.
Almost instantly, you slumped down, leaning into Akaashi as his strong hands held you up from collapsing completely against him. You heard several voices at once as your eyes slowly closed, your breathing slowing down as you began to pass out.
“YN!” was the last thing you heard, Kenma’s worried voice sounding so close.
When you came to, your eyes fluttered open, noticing the ceiling of the equipment room.
“Ah, YN is awake!” It was Bokuto, who was staring at your face rather closely.
You tried to sit up, wincing as you did so, laying back down and realizing your head had been laying in Kenma’s lap.
“YN, be careful, please.” Kenma’s voice sounded worried.
“Bokuto got too rough with you, didn’t he?” It was Kuroo, who was beside you, holding your hand and giving it sweet kisses.
“Nuh uh! It was Tsuki!” Bokuto pouted.
“Tch, whatever,” grumbled Kei, who was at the foot of where you were laying. You realized his hand was on your calve in a way that indicated he had been massaging them. Akaashi was on the other side, still massaging the other leg, his eyes watching you.
“How do you feel?” Akaashi wondered.
Kuroo held a water bottle up to your lips, making you drink before you answered.
“Sore,” is the only thing you can think to reply, but when all five pairs of eyes stare at you with worry, it causes you to laugh. Their looks quickly turn to confusion.
“How is that funny, YN?” Tsuki asked.
“It just feels like I have five boyfriends,” you tell them in between giggles, “I don’t mind the soreness, so don’t be too concerned.” you add, smiling softly at them all.
“Ah you’re so cute, YN! Date me too!” Bokuto whined, getting close to you and kissing your cheek, “I want to kiss your lips lots!”
Kenma glared a bit, pulling you closer, helping you sit up, nuzzling into you as you sat in his lap. His eyes scanned over your neck, noting all the marks that had been made. “I already had to share enough,” he grumbles, burying his face in the crook of your neck. “But I guess I don’t mind with these guys…” he quietly added.
“Really?” Bokuto and Tsuki said, their tones different variations of questioning.
“Look at that, Kenma is being so honest!” Kuroo teased, smirking and giving him a kiss on the cheek, causing Kenma to use a free hand to shove him. His arms wrapped around you again, sighing.
Bokuto grinned and leaned in, kissing your lips sweetly before he pulled away. That was when you noticed everyone was dressed again, including yourself.
“How did i…?” you start to wonder.
“Kenma and Keiji got you dressed,” Kuroo told you, as if reading your mind.
“Thank you two.”
Akaashi nodded, his face covered in a small blush, “N-No problem…”
Kenma kissed your neck in response.
“We should probably get back to the dorms before anyone comes looking for us…” someone suggested. Bokuto ended up picking you up bridal style, as he had the strongest arms.
“What are we supposed to say when we drop her off?” Bokuto wonders.
“I-I’ll walk into the room! I am not answering to Yukie-chan and Kaori-chan!” you groan, leaning against Bokuto’s broad chest.
This is for @vixenpen @starry-eyed234 ‘s Event!
Ry: I’m working on my inclusivity for multiple possible y/ns and really hope I captured that ;;
“Will you hold still?” you complain to your ash blond boyfriend as he fidgets in his bed, not wanting to be here at all.
“No, I can still go to work!” he quickly retorts, but his usual energy is gone and he’s shaking to his core from the sweats.
You frown and slap the cool rag on to his forehead, “Katuski, if you try to go to work now, you’re going to end up dying,” you tell him, just as stubborn as this man. “I already called you in,” you add.
“What?!” he says, trying to rile himself up but as soon as he sits up, he collapses back again. He groans and his entire body shudders.
“They can handle a few days without you, even if it is your agency. You hired very capable people,” you tell him, taking the rag back and wipe off his chest. He flinches a bit from the cool feeling, but doesn’t protest for now.
“Kirishima is the only one,” he mumbles as he scoots just a bit closer to you.
You smile and nod, knowing he cares just as much about the rest of them. Once you wipe off the sweat and change his shirt, you head to the kitchen to make some rice porridge.
As you’re cooking, you hear Bakugou shouting weakly for you. Frowning a bit, you finish up the porridge before heading into the room to find a pouting boy half slipped out of the bed.
“Kat… what the hell?” you say, sighing as you place the tray down before going to help your boyfriend back into the bed.
“I’m sick of sitting in the damn bed,” he tells you.
“Yes, you are sick. And sick children stay in bed,” you tell him, eye twitching a bit from his sheer stubbornness.
“Only fucking extras get sick like this,” he mumbles, frowning.
“No, everyone gets sick. No one is immune to illness, Katsuki,” you tell him sternly as you tuck in his blankets a bit tighter. Grabbing the tray again, you turn back to him and sit beside him. “Are you hungry?”
“Yeah…” he says, groaning as he does his best to sit up to be able to eat.
You gently blow on the spoon before offering it to him.
It takes a while, but you’re patient and make sure he doesn’t over do it. Once he’s finished, you tell him to stay before doing the dishes, wanting to make sure the place stayed as nice as possible. After all, even if he was sick now, he would be furious if you let the apartment get dirty while he was down.
Going into the bedroom when you finished, you saw he was sound asleep. Grinning to yourself, you take some photos before going to take a shower, having been dealing with the easily irritated blond since early this morning when he woke up with a sore throat and fever. It had been a fight to get his medicine down, as if he was a damn toddler.
Once you were done, you put on some shorts and one of Katsuki’s favorite shirts on you, sitting on the couch and turning on the tv, with the volume low.
Of course, you fell asleep, exhausted from all the work you usually did. It was an unusual day off, you and Bakugou rarely took them, so it was only natural you were tired. After several hours, you turn and groan, sitting up before going into the bedroom to check on Bakugou. He's sleeping peacefully, snoring quietly. You smile, going over to him and making sure he's not a sweaty mess. When you're done, you put a cool towel on his forehead which causes him to stir a bit. Softly you coo at him, trying to keep him from waking. He needs sleep, after all.
You go back into the living room and do some quiet chores, and make some of his favorite tea for when he wakes up. You end up playing video games, softly cursing into your microphone as you end up playing several rounds. When you finally realize the time, nearly six in the evening, you turn everything on pause before heading back to the bedroom, creaking the door open.
“Come over here, baby bear,” you hear as you peak in, a nickname for you he only uses when he’s really in the “mood”. Oh dear, you’re going to have to turn down a horny but still sick Katsuki. You make your way over to the bed and sit beside him, gently stroking his hair.
“How are you feeling?” you ask him.
“Better, good enough,” he says, snaking an arm around you and pulling himself a bit closer. He frowned a bit, obviously not what he meant to do. He was still too weak to pull you down and kiss you feverishly, because of his own fever.
“Kat, you’re still fatigued. Your fever is down, a little, but you need to let yourself recover,” you tell him sternly, leaning in and kissing his forehead. He lets out a soft, sad whine, something you rarely hear from him.
“It’s been all day. I hate not being able to touch you,” he grumbles, nuzzling into your lap as he’s decided this will have to do. It was true, the two of you had high libidos and did it at least once a day, even if it was a quickie before work.
“Tell you what,” you start, “If you can let yourself heal properly, we’ll… do that roleplay thing you wanted to do…” you tell him, your face getting hot as you think of the request he once asked you for, which you hadn’t been ready for yet back then. It had been slightly forgotten after that, Katsuki not one to push your boundaries, but you had ended up looking it up and liked what you found.
“Really?” he said, perking up a bit. He did like a challenge, after all. “I’m gonna get so fucking healthy in the next few days,” he says, smirking at you.
“Perfect! Because it’s time for your medicine,” you say with a large smile.
“HAH?!” he yells, making you laugh, knowing he’ll be just fine by tomorrow evening.
Bakugou x GN!Reader x Midoriya |
Prompt: Fake Dating
Contains: Fluff, Jealous, Scheming
Ry: Sooo sadly this’ll be the last of fluffvember bc i am burnt out rn and the last few have just not come to me. ;;
I really hope you like it, though!
Bakugou’s POV**
He had been watching you since you came into the class, your unique personality attracting him right away. You did not put up with his attitude, at all. You had called him an idiot and threatened to smack him the first day, and man he had fallen for you.
But, Katsuki Bakugou was not currently ready or interested in a relationship. All he wanted was to surpass All Might, and now Deku was in his way. So, he did what he did best and bottled up any emotions for you and threw that bottle with a blast.
Of course, this didn’t stop him from being a jealous wreck every time someone else got close to you, and especially when you gave anyone else attention. So, he picked on you constantly so your eyes were always on him. Even if it was mostly shouts, smacks and threats, well, that's his love language. He just has no idea, nor do you. He would also snap at anyone who tried to get too close to you, his glares and pops in his palms usually enough to scare anybody away.
It did not stop, however, a certain green haired boy who was basically immune to Bakugou’s threats. Now, Izuku had no intentions of dating you, no. He was simply your best friend as the two of you had so much in common, it was like you were twins. But did the angry spikey boy know this? Of course not.
It was now third year, and Bakugou still struggled with the tearing pain in his chest every time he saw you smile that smile at Deku. That damn Deku.
Y/N POV**
You had had a crush on Bakugou when you had first met him, despite his nasty attitude. He was hot after all, and you were not immune to hot guys. However, as you had come to know him over the last two years, you had only come to fall in love with him. While he didn’t necessarily talk with you, he would shout random things about himself before running off. Or when you showed interest in things you had in common, he would begin to start showing interest when you brought up the subject before getting angry and leaving. You had come to take his shouts and angry outbursts as attempts at getting to know you, and honestly you were right.
You had started noticing whenever a guy came to chat with you, Bakugou would lose his shit. He always brushed it off as people annoyed him, but he didn’t seem to care when Kirishima touched Mina’s waist or when Kaminari brushed against Jirou, but god help anybody if they accidently touched you. He would start shouting about personal space and how them being near was an annoyance, even if they hadn’t been near him.
Kirishima had come to your dorm in the middle of the night with Mina in tow, and had told the two of you that Bakugou had asked about you, and if you had anybody you liked. He had lied and said he wasn’t sure, and Bakugou had basically threatened him to ask without bringing him up. Usually, Kirishima would think it was unmanly to tell you Bakugou’s secret conversation, but he knew this was going to be for the best.
Now, you had a mission to make that boy admit he likes you. Your best friend being Izuku, and him knowing Bakugou so well, you decided to enlist his help. Izuku was more than willing to help you out, because he honestly believed you’d be able to “tame Kacchan” and would be good for him. So, along with Mina and Kirishima, you devised a plan.
Bakugou’s POV**
You had been acting as if there was some secret in the past few days, and honestly it was pissing him off. And you had been avoiding him, and that was making it even worse. That was, until lunch time came and he figured out why. As he walked in the hallway with Kirishima, he grumbled a bit.
“What’s wrong, Bakubro? You seem angrier than normal.” Kirishima said, looking at his friend.
“What’s going on with Y/N? Why the fuck are they avoiding me lately?” he growled out, only loud enough for Kirishima to hear.
“Oh… You don’t know?” he said, rubbing the back of his neck. “Er…” he said, stopping in his tracks right in front of the courtyard window.
Bakugou frowned and stopped as well, “Know fucking what?!” he snapped, but then he saw it. Right outside the window, there you were, sitting on Izuku’s lap with his stupid scarred arms wrapped around you. He knew it was you, there was no mistaking you for anybody else. His palms started to pop as he growled, “Fucking Deku? They’re with Deku?!” he said, snarling as he started to stomp down the hall.
Kirishima grabbed his arm, but he pulled it away and kicked the door open. Kirishima sighed and ran after him, but inwardly he grinned to himself that the plan of fake dating Izuku was working to get Bakugou riled up. That idiot needed a push to admit he had feelings for you.
Y/N POV**
“Get the fuck off of Deku like that!” Bakugou snarled as he got closer, grabbing your arm and yanking you off of Izuku’s lap. He held you close as you stood there, rather shocked. Even if the plan was working, you really had not expected it to work like this.
Izuku blinked, frowning before he stood up, “What’s your problem, Kacchan? Don’t take Y/N away like that. We were having a good time,” he said, holding out a hand for you.
As you began to reach out, Bakugou smacked your hand down before grabbing it himself.
“No, you’re fucking not! Not anymore,” he growled. He was not going to lose you to Deku, of all people.
“Who gave you that right? Do you even like Y/N? You’re always such a jerk to them!” Izuku snapped, grabbing you from Bakugou’s grip and taking you back into his arms.
“I fucking love Y/N!” he shouted, panting softly from the anger rising then suddenly crashing down. “I… I really fucking love you, Y/N…” he said, looking at you with the softest crimson eyes you had ever seen from the blond boy.
You swallowed hard. You had not expected it to be that deep of a confession. Tears welling up in your eyes, you begin to sob, making Izuku loosen his grip on you.
“Do.. Do you hate me that much?!” Bakugou said, his voice angry and tense, scared.
“N-No,” you choke out, leaving Izuku’s arms and going to Bakugou, wrapping your arms around his waist as you sob into his chest. “I love you too,” you manage between sobs.
“Then why are you dating Deku?!” he demanded, but his arms found their way around your shoulders, having dreamed of holding you like this for so long.
“I-I’m not,” you sniffle, looking into his eyes, “I never said I was.” you add.
Bakugou looks up at Izuku who shrugs, then looks towards Kirishima, who.. Isn’t there anymore.
“THAT FUCKING SHITTY HAIR!” Bakugou shouted, making you wince a bit. He instantly froze and his shoulders relaxed a bit, still holding you. “He.. made it sound like you two were together and then I saw you.. On his damn lap and I…” he said, growling as he glared at Izuku.
Izuku looked away, rubbing the back of his neck, “Kacchan… You needed a push… It was obvious you like Y/N… so…” he said before laughing awkwardly and running off, activating his full cowling to get as far away as possible.
“What the fuck!” Bakugou growls, looking at you, “Was this some stupid fucking plan?” he asked, obviously irritated.
“It wasn’t stupid. It worked,” you retorted, before your eyes widened, “Er…”
“You better run, because you’re definitely getting punished if I catch you,” he growled out, his quirk going off in his palm.
“B-But I thought we were dating now?” you stutter out, stepping back.
“Oh, we are, but now you’re going to be held to certain standards,” he said with a smirk, his quirk going off in larger explosions now.
“Ah,” you say before kissing his lips and turning tail to run, dashing off into the hallway as he stood there, looking dumbfounded by your very first kiss together.
“GET BACK HERE, DUMBASS!” he yelled as he finally snapped out of it, chasing after you.
Contains: Soft Bakugou, Fluff, cursing, teasing, kissing and light smut
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Ry: I hope you enjoy it ^^;; even if it is short
“No.”
It was final. Katsuki Bakugou rarely ever changed his mind. But hopefully, as his lover, you could change it.
You had asked your darling boyfriend if he would be willing to swap clothing for the day, him wearing yours and you wearing his. Even if it was just around the house. But the perpetually angry man had told you no over and over, even as you begged.
“It’ll be so cute,” you say, as if your words will sway him
“Dumbass woman! How would I be cute in your clothes?!” he snaps.
“You’re always cute?” you say, as if you had been asked a very obvious question, raising a brow.
Katsuki’s face went red, but not for his normal reason of anger. No, because you had never called him cute before. At least, not to his face.
Looking away with embarrassment, he mumbled something.
“What was that?” you say, your singsong voice piercing his red ears.
“I SAID PICK SOMETHING OUT, SHITTY BRAT.” he yelled, turning back around, his crimson eyes glaring, but you can feel the love in his voice.
Grinning brightly, you run to his side, hugging him quickly before scurrying off to find something for him to wear. “You pick for me!” you sing-song shout as you disappear into your office.
“IT’LL BE SO CUTE YOU’LL FUCKING DIE,” he yells back, having turned this into a competition. Classic Katsuki.
Finding him in the bedroom, you hand him a bundle of clothing. Taking what he had picked for you, you disappear into the bathroom before he can see what you’ve left him with.
Hearing a long string of swearing, you giggle to yourself as you change into the basketball shorts and baggy t-shirt that hung off one shoulder. Bakugou had been right, it was pretty cute on you. However, you had confidence yours was going to be great. If he wore it.
Walking out and into the bedroom, you peak around the door, but Bakugou isn’t in there anymore. Tilting your head, you start to go into the room before feeling your hips grabbed.
Suddenly, you’ve been thrown on the bed with a lingerie-clad Bakugou over you. The lacy black matching lingerie set was one of his favorites on you, so you couldn’t resist asking him to put it on. It surprisingly fit very well.
“It fits well,” you purr, the deep blush still on your face from how turned on it has you.
“Shut up,” he said, pressing his lips against your feverishly. “I told you I would win. You look so fucking hot I want to die,” he said, his husky voice making it apparent that he was enjoying the image of you in his clothing.
“The deal was cute,” you coyly remind him
A feral growl came from deep within his chest, ripping your lingerie set from his body. “You didn’t find me cute either,” he said as he ripped the shirt off your chest, yanking the shorts down and tossing it all aside.
“I already told you… You’re always cute,” you say with a soft giggle. “And you owe me a new set,” you add, looking towards your ripped clothing.
He scoffs, but smirks, “I’ll take my baby lingerie shopping after I fuck ‘em so hard they forget,” he tells you.
You scoff back, “Try me, Kat-su-ki,” you say, pronouncing his first name one syllable at a time, knowing it riles him up.
Hearing another growl, you squeal as he bounces on you.
