When you walked down the halls he would shoulder check you or trip you. He would talk loudly about you behind your back to make sure you here. He would call you names whenever chance he got. He would break your stuff or steal it sometimes. The normal bully shit and etc.
But as usual you bit your lip and ignored him. You were taught that if you ignore them, eventually they’ll fuck off and get bored. But Bakugou apparently never got bored because this was your third year of highschool and he still wanted to fuck with you.
One day he takes it too far and you snap in front of everyone. And he can’t do anything but watch as you loose your fucking shit.
Angst, bullying, suicide mentions, suicide threatening, bakugou gets what he deserves, lots of cussing, violence
I been wanting to write this for a while but I couldn’t figure out the format. I hate this sm but Lmk if yall want a part 2 in the comments.
The hate between you and Bakugou was not complicated. He was a bully, you were his victim. Simple as that.
Bakugou would go out of his way to fuck with you every single day without fail. You had started to hate school because of it. You only had two classes with him and yet he decided to target you out of everyone else.
When you walked down the halls he would shoulder check you or trip you. He would talk loudly about you behind your back to make sure you here. He would call you names whenever chance he got. He would break your stuff or steal it sometimes. The normal bully shit and etc.
“Watch where your fucking going, stone-blind bitch.” He spat at you. He bumped into you, you had even tried to move over for him. But as usual you bit your lip and ignored him. You were taught that if you ignore them, eventually they’ll fuck off and get bored. But Bakugou apparently never got bored because this was your third year of highschool and he still wanted to fuck with you.
You continued on with your day like always, ignoring the harrassment you faced. UA was a guarentee to a successful life, like an infinate amount of money to a grocery store. With UA on your resume, your dream job was yours. So you bare through it, you only had two years left, including this one. You can survive.
Others caught onto what Bakugou was doing and began to isolate and bully you too. He was one of the most popular boys so that immediately made you a weird kid. They laughed and giggled when Bakugou harrassed you. You could still survive.
Atleast you thought you could but your patience is running thin. The last piece of rope twitched as you come back to the lunchroom from the bathroom to find Bakugou and his goons snickering at you.
You sat at a single seat lunch table, one on the more sucluded side of the lunchroom. You had work to do, always. With all the AP classes you took, knowing damn well you’d be screwed, the work load never ended. You needed that extra credit though and nothing was gonna stop you from passing those classes, not even the bully that occupies them.
Thats why when you looked down at the summative 5 page essay you had been working on smeared with the expensive ass milkshake you got at the small cafe next door, you lost your fucking shit.
The whole lunch room had gone quiet, reduced to static in your mind. It was ruined. You knew you shouldn’t have done it on paper. You should’ve just told your professor your computer was in the shop and it’d be late. You should’ve just went to the library and worked on the sticky computers there. You shouldn’t have just went with paper even if you like it better anyway.
On top of your report was a note written in clean, cursive handwriting. Handwriting you knew as Bakugou’s.
Maybe if you used all the money you spent on stupid shit like this milkshake, you could afford to get a computer.
just as you finished reading the note a flash or liquid was thrown straight at you.
Bakugou came over to you with a cup of bright colored juice and pretended to trip just to throw it right into your face.
“Oops.”
You hated him. You wanted him to die. You were going to kill him.
The whole lunch room was watching. They pointed and giggled with their friends. Some put their hand over their mouths with a gasp. They looked to their friends for approval to laugh. You were humiliated.
His friends cackled loudly in the back, slapping each other and jumping around. The liquid seeped into the s/c t-shirt you wore, leaving an undeniable stain like a scar after a war. It told everyone what just happened to you.
You hated yourself. You wanted to die. You were going to kill yourself.
You snapped. You didn’t know when your body started to move from the drunken feeling of adrenaline. Your fist slamming against his chiseled jawline sobered you up.
The wind up and deliver almost threw you to the floor. You put everything into that punch; your pain, your embarrasment, your tolerance, your suffering, and most of all: your anger.
The sound of your fist reverbed through the lunchroom. The laugher was gone. There were gasps, then there was silence. Dead silence.
The strength of the punch made him stumble backaway from you. He held his cheek in his palm as he looked up at you with a look of surprise and fury. He had no time to block since it was so spontaneous. His cheek began to swell.
The look of bloody murder would’ve made you shit your pants normally. Something about the act of pure revenge coursed through your veins.
“I CAN’T FUCKING BELIEVE YOU!” Your scream bounced off the wall into everybodys ears. “For all my years of highschool you have hurt me and insulted me! You made my life a living hell! And you wont even tell me what the fuck I did wrong!”
Tears began to well up in your eyes but you swallowed them down to continue your speech. “And I know why you won’t tell me, YOU DONT FUCKING KNOW!” You stepped closer to him to scream the last part in his face.
You pushed him back, he let you. “For YEARS ive been waiting for you to get bored and leave me the fuck alone but you just WONT. I don’t know why the hell you do this to me but I’ll tell you one thing,” you shoved an accusing finger in his face. As you met his fiery eyes you yelled at the top of your lungs: “GROW. THE FUCK. UP.”
The push him back again, he lets you once more. “We’re about to graduate and your going out of your way to fuck with ME! Tellin me I dont have friends, YOU LEFT ALL THE FRIENDS THAT CARE ABOUT YOU! Now your with a whole bunch of fakes that talk shit about you when your not around. YOU HAVE NO FRIENDS TOO! Friends care about you! And NOT ONE, and I mean NOT ONE of your fucky ass hype master ‘friends’ over there give a single fucks ass about you.”
Your voice lowered, “You might be popular but you are fucking insignificant. You’re a sadistic asshole who makes everyone around them MISREABLE!”
Everything from the past 2 years pours out of you like rainfall and you can’t stop it. You want him to feel how you feel. Embarrased and isolated. You want him to feel like a fuck up just like he makes you feel. And he lets you, too shocked to even say anything.
Tears finally pour out of your eyes but you keep pushing. This was your chance and you were not gonna drop it.
You balled up his shirt and dragged him down to meet his widened eyes. His face twistsd with a look that said he was out for blood. He looked astonished where he was petrified to the floor.
He watched the tears fall down your face with his eyes bulging. “You make me misreable.” You spit through gritted teeth. “You make me want to give up and just end it all.” His eyes widen even more at this and his face twists into something sour, like he bit into a lemon of truth and self awarness.
You lower your voice to speak in a clear tone that only he could hear. “And if I do end up just jumping off a building or taking 3 whole bottles of pills or maybe even slitting my wrist, I want you to remember that this was your fault. That you pushed me to this. No one else but you and your influence. And I hope you take it to the grave and die on that hill cause the way that things are looking, I will too.”
The next thing you remember you were pulled away by staff into the office. You were suspended for a week.
Never in your life had you questioned the efficiency of your hearing quite so much.
"What?"
You pulled out your second earbud, just in case the music that you had on lowest volume had been blasting in your ear so loud it had somehow interfered with your comprehension.
"You heard me", the man in front of you accused, eyes narrowing as he glared down at you, "So are you gonna answer then?". You could sense the impatience and irritation in his words from a mile off, so being stood unnaturally close to him didn't help ease how uncomfortable and nervous you felt.
"I uh….I'm really sorry, Bakugou...I just… I don't feel the need to date anyone at the moment". You cringed at how hesitant and unconvincing the words came out, despite the blatant truth behind them. It seemed as though you were trying to make excuses to the blond man in front of you, but though that wasn't the case at all, you just couldn't help feeling guilty for saying no. "Not that...Not that I don't appreciate it though, I just have other things to focus on, and I'm sure you're a lovely guy but I-"
'It's fine", his gruff voice cut you off from your desperate attempt at consolation. You scanned his face sceptically, and felt a bit of relief when you saw he truly looked unbothered. Should you really feel relieved? Or should you be mildly offended at the implications? Either way, you were now feeling awkward, so you stuffed your notes into your bag, and threw on your coat.
"Well, I guess I'll see you next week then so uh….have a good weekend." You flashed a quick smile, awkward but genuine. He responded with a grunt, and you headed out the door, cheeks slightly flushed.
~~~
Work was surprisingly dull that weekend, and you found yourself lazing around with your friend, Midoriya, who’s cheerful attitude and wild stories always left you entertained. You were used to a bit of a crowd, the diner you worked at was far from secluded, and definitely advertised itself well with bright neon signs, as if it had come straight out of a cheap hollywood film set in the 50's. But the typical red seats were empty today, with the exception of one booth in the corner, where a small family sat enjoying their meal. Though the sound of the bell on the door told you you’d soon be having an extra table. You turned at the ringing and put on your best smile to welcome the customers, but found it faltering slightly at the sight of the quartet in front of you. Though you didn't know them all personally, you'd seen more than enough of the infamous group: Denki, Sero, Kirishima, and unmistakably, Bakugou.
"Yo, Y/N right? Fancy seeing you here”, Denki’s voice was painfully loud above the calmness of the diner. “You got a spare table anywhere?” He gave you a playful smile, eyes darting round the empty diner, as he raised his eyebrows at your unimpressed silence. You cleared your throat and motioned to the table at the opposite end of the family, with a soft “Yeah, follow me”.
You walked quickly, almost stiffly, your shoes clicking in a steady rhythm as you passed by the other tables, feeling the scrutinising gazes on your back, and trying your best to ignore the heat creeping up your neck. You’d always had a strong distaste of your uniform, no doubt there to cater to the many regulars that were friends of your boss, a sleazy, greasy middle aged man that looked like he’d come straight off of some sort of wanted list. But he paid well, which was all you needed.
They all sat down at the table, and you waited until they'd all settled in to start your routined monologue: menus were at the side, sauces and cutlery was provided in the holders at the end of the table, if you had any issues kindly ask your waiter or waitress, and would you like to try today's special? A unified "No" was your answer, though you hadn't been expecting any different; throwing cheap chillies on a burger and raising the price by half didn't seem too appealing to you either, so there were no hard feelings. You nodded, telling them you'd be back in a few minutes to take orders for drinks, and quickly hurried off to the counter where plates stood to be served. Truthfully, you'd never been more grateful to your boss for his impatient shouting, as it earned you a quick distraction from the nerves you could feel bubbling in your stomach.
A momentary pleasure of course, because whilst the kind smiles of the family of four you served were enough to bring warmth to your heart and a smile to your face, turning back to face the table at the back proved to do the opposite.
"Are you ready to order?", the faux smile on your face was uncomfortable as you avoided the gaze of any of the men in front of you, eyes flicking between the table and your notepad in a mildly unprofessional manner. You scribbled the orders down quickly, ready to make your leave once again before being physically held back by the redhead with a bright smile on his face.
"Woah, no need to rush off so soon! You can’t have that much to do in here" He was right, you had absolutely nothing to do other than rearrange the ornaments on the counter, but you held back a sigh as you looked back down to him. Kirishima gave you a bright smile and let go of your sleeve, leaning back into his seat as he waited a few seconds to speak, much to your annoyance.
"So how long have you been working here then?", a surprisingly normal question that you answered with little hesitation.
"2 years.” Short and simple, no need for details. He hummed lightly, before creating a string of questions that you answered in a similar fashion, and made you feel like you were being interrogated more than having a conversation. You glanced around every few seconds to hope you were needed elsewhere but un fortunately, it didn't seem like you were; there were no new customers, and you were sure Midoriya would have no issue with handling any of the smaller tasks as you unwillingly entertained your customers, as your boss had instructed you to so many times before. And you must have been very entertaining, because every time Kirishima nodded his head, or gave a slightly over-enthusiastic "Yeah?" or "Really?", Sero and Denki seemed to burst into a fit of childish giggles as they looked at each other across the table, their snickers causing your cheeks to flame. You reached the conclusion that Kirishima’s innocent-sounding questions were part of some big inside joke between the four of them- though Bakugou seemed anything but amused- and hurriedly excused yourself from the table in embarrassment.
“Woah, woah, Y/N what’s wrong?” firm hands reached out to steady you as you rushed round the corner, almost slamming into Midoriya, who was busy refilling the fridge. You shook your head, sighing.
“Table 9” you answered simply, and Midoriya boldly peered out from behind the wall, motion pausing as you could only assume he made eye contact with one of the four.
“When did they come in?” he asked, a look of frustration on his face. You knew Midoriya didn’t have a good history with the four of them, particularly Bakugou, which had actually been one of the main reasons you’d turned him down so hastily that day.
“Like five minutes ago, and they’ve barely even done anything so far, but they just make me uncomfortable , y’know?” Midoriya nodded solemnly,
“Did you say something to Bakugou?”, Midoriya questioned, looking down at you with furrowed brows. You shook your head.
“No, actually, he didn’t say anything . It was kinda weird”, you commented, equally as confused.
“Well he was staring right over here, looked like he wanted to fucking kill me or something. Wouldn’t be the first time though”, Midoriya scoffed, the plate in his hand coming into contact with the shelf a little too harshly as he spoke, and you felt a pang of pity in your heart as you looked down at him, though you knew he wouldn’t appreciate it if he saw.
Why had Bakugou been glaring? You assumed he was still a little annoyed from your encounter earlier that week, though you couldn’t really blame him. Looking back, you might have been a little too harsh, maybe a little rude, even, but he had seemed alright with it at the time, so why would he suddenly be mad about it? You sighed, deciding that it most likely had nothing to do with you, and that Bakugou had probably just fallen into one of his notorious bad moods.
“Everything okay with your meals?” Midoriya had offered to be the one to check up on the table, and you’d never felt more grateful to him in your life. As he walked up to the table, Sero greeted him with a nod. Kirishima turned too, eyes trailing past Midoriya to where you stood, trying to act as if you were busy with something.
“Y/N not want speak to us anymore? What did I do?”, you could hear the fake pout in his voice without seeing him through the reflection of the glass beside you, but you ignored it completely and continued your miniscule task with as much effort as possible.
“She’s a bit busy at the moment, sorry”, Midoriya waited patiently beside the table as he spoke. You knew he never really spoke to any of the four when he had the choice, but you noticed the way he pretty much ignored Bakugou completely.
“Midoriya, haven’t seen much of you in a while” Denki commented with a smile as he looked up at the man in front of him.
“Uh yeah, I’ve been training a lot recently”, you watched as Midoriya responded calmly, and as he spoke you took in his form, acknowledging just how true what he’d said was.
Midoriya had been training a lot more over the last few months, and it was evident in his build. He had certainly grown in more than one way since you’d met him; he was stronger, mentally - more sure of himself and his abilities, but he’d also grown bigger . A lot bigger. Had you not known him as well as you did, you might have even found him a bit scary, if you were being honest. But at the end of the day you knew he hadn’t changed that much, and that he was still the smart, thoughtful softie you knew and loved. But as your eyes secretly trailed up and down his well-built figure, they caught sight of a pair of red eyes through the glass, the crimson red seeping into your skin and your mind and your vision.
You looked away quickly.
~~~
“Oh, shit, was that your locker? Damn, sorry about that Y/N”, Kirishima gave you an apologetic look as you stared at the mess of metal in front of you, and the mess of your project behind it. Hours of work and planning completely destroyed by the force of Denki’s body as he went crashing into it with a laugh, right in front of your eyes. And right before 4th period. When it was due. You could almost feel the tears rising in your eyes out of pure frustration. You wanted to get angry, but Kirishima looked so apologetic, there was no way he could’ve done it on purpose, right? But why did Sero’s smirk tell you something else?
You barged past Kirishima, anger clouding your vision as you practically stormed down the hallway. But you were stopped as you hit something solid and unmoving.
Bakugou. Of course.
He looked down at you as you stood in front of him, eyes bloody and cold. You could only watch as his gaze trailed behind you, to his friends, to your locker, and then, ultimately, to your hands, and the broken project you held. His lips curled into a smirk, and with a scoff, he pushed you off of him, ignoring you to join his friends with a loud complaint about the ‘dumb fucks’ in the school. Your shoulder stung from the impact of his shove, and you had to catch yourself as you stumbled, mumbling some curses of your own under your breath.
~~~
“How’s your shoulder?” Midoriya's voice was soft as he sat down beside you, a sandwich in one hand and a drink in the other.
“It’s better. Did he really have to push so hard? Jesus Christ” You rolled your eyes at the memory, turning slightly more to face Midoriya, who clenched his jaw in response.
“He’s just a dickhead who gets a kick out of being an asshole to everybody, we’ll be out of here soon, and then we’ll see how it goes from there” You nodded in agreement, biting into the sandwich Midoriya had placed in front of you.
“Have you had any luck with your notes?” You let out a grunt, feeling frustration rise at even the mention of your notes, which had conveniently gone missing that morning. You’d first noticed halfway through the first lesson, and spent the remaining minutes in complete stress, worried that you’d misplaced them somewhere in the classroom. But you eventually reached the conclusion that their disappearance was not a coincidence.
Your eyes travelled over to a table on your right, hearing every detail of the conversation between Kirishima and Sero, who were talking at an unnecessarily loud volume. You were certain it was one of them who had taken the notebook you’d kept in your bag, you just didn’t know when , or who . But from the look Denki gave you as he met your eyes, you could’ve taken a pretty good guess. Just as you made eye contact, your vision was invaded by ash blonde hair and a deep scowl, eyes meeting yours and sharply shifting to Midoriya quickly, who sat blissfully unaware, before shifting back to you. You stared at him, his cold eyes glaring back, and you unintentionally held it for a few seconds, too caught up in confusion and stress, before realising that the two of you had been staring at each other for over 10 seconds straight.
“It was Bakugou wasn’t it?” You snapped your head towards Midoriya, who you found staring directly at you, concerned eyes holding the slightest fury that was so uncommon of your best friends.
You shook your head vehemently. “No, no, I think…” you sighed, “I think it was Denki”. Midoriya scoffed.
“And I wonder who set him up to it.” His eyes narrowed at you now, as if he was trying to piece things together.
“What happened between you two?” You contemplated telling him. It was Midoriya, there was no way he’d be mad. It wasn’t as if you’d done anything wrong anyway.
“He…He asked me out” The look of shock on Midoriya’s face made your face flush red. You really hadn’t wanted to tell him, but keeping it from him felt wrong.
“And you said no, right?” You nodded quickly.
“Is that why they came to the diner?” Midoriya looked pissed. Angrier than you’d ever seen before, but he looked at you with soft eyes. You nodded in response, and he let out a heavy exhale.
You glanced back to Bakugou, still staring in your direction, but now focused on Midoriya wih a murderous expression.
~~~
“Leave Y/N alone. She did nothing wrong.” Midoriya had wasted no time finding Bakugou after school.
Thirteen years. Thirteen years of Bakugou taking out his anger on Midoriya, and thirteen years of Midoriya taking it with little resistance. But that was over, they were adults now, and he’d be damned if he didn’t act like one for once.
The blond man showed no surprise at the sudden sound of Midoriya’s voice, simply turning around to rest against the lamppost beside him.
“You’re painfully obvious about your stupid little crush on her, you piece of shit. You trying to lose your virginity, finally?” amusement was heavy in Bakugou’s eyes.
“You’re pathetic”, Midoriya spat the words at Bakugou, voice shaky in anger and a nervousness instilled in him all those years ago that he’d never truly lost. “She rejected you, and now you’re making them take it out on her. When will you stop being a pathetic bully?”
Bakugou let out a loud laugh, genuine humour on his face as he regarded the green haired man.
“Have you finally grown a pair, Deku?” The nickname was spat at Midoriya with a familiar spitefulness. “Took you long enough, it’s a shame you’re all bark and no bite.”
With an unpredictable quickness, Bakugou lunged at Midoriya, fist heavy as it hit right in Midoriya’s gut, sending the green haired man stumbling backwards. After all those years, they were almost physically equal, but Bakugou’s experience and naturally violent nature was evident between them. Nonetheless, Midoriya rose to his feet, ignoring the ache in his jaw as he landed a hit in response. It was a hard hit, and blood dripped down Bakugou’s chin from his split lip, but he ignored it, eyes burning as he swung his fist so hard the loud crack from Midoriya’s face resonated in the empty parking lot. It was quick and it was enough, because Midoriya didn’t get back up.
A phrase flashed in Bakugou’s mind.
‘Never kick a man when he’s down.’
He stepped backwards and smashed his boot into Midoriya’s face.
~~~
To: Midoriya
Hey, I haven’t seen you today, are you at school?
Minutes passed. No response.
You looked down at your phone in concern. It wasn’t often Midoriya didn’t reply to you quickly, usually you’d hear the ping of a message moments after you sent your own. Maybe he was ill. You hoped not.
To: Midoriya
I hope you’re feeling okay. Make sure to rest, and text me when you can :)
“Midoriya? Nah he won’t be in today.”
Sero loomed over your shoulder, dark hair falling across his face as he stared down at your phone screen. You jumped in surprise, quickly shoving it in your pocket and spinning on your heel to face the trio who’s unnerving smiles seemed to have become a familiar sight. You furrowed your eyebrows as your brain took in his statement, but he suffocating unease the three brought to you was too much for it to matter at that moment.
“Why can’t you just leave me alone?” You asked with an exasperated sigh, eyes scanning around to look for the ash blond hair, but as per usual he wasn’t there.
“Well, we just have a question for you. It’s only quick, don’t worry.”
You braced yourself, but nodded quickly in hopes to get it done with as soon as possible.
“When was the last time you got fucked?”
You coughed in surprise, eyes wide. You had expected something along the lines of this, but not so blatant and loud in the hallways. Your eyes darted around desperately, horrified to find the flustered look of a student you didn’t recognise that told you she had clearly heard Sero’s question, and you had no doubt a few of the others around you had to.
“Oh, sorry”, he leant in close, lips inching closer to the shell of your ear, and you could feel the warmth of his breath on your skin, “Have you ever been fucked?” You blushed bright red, silent in response. He backed away, smiling as he looked down at you. He let out a light laugh. “Didn’t think so. No wonder you're wound up so tight That’s one more for the ‘hot virgin’ tally, boys. You owe me and Kirishima a fiver each, Denki”
“Damn, you telling me she’s not some dumb slut? Hah..give it a day and we’ll try again”, Denki gave the other two a knowing smile, before they turned away, Kirishima giving you a heavy pat on the shoulder as he left you in an embarrassed mess in the hallways.
~~~
Too much. Five days without Midoriya had become far, far too much for you to handle. And two weeks of incessant torture was piling up on your back, ready to snap your spine in two. Every day you debated going to school, every day you debated showing up to work in fear that Bakugou would make an unwelcome visit. It was ironic, because so far Bakugou had personally done nothing to you but a hard shove in the hallway, or given you menacing glares that you carried round throughout the day. But you knew he was behind it all, that he was making his little lackeys push you about and fuck up your life., no matter how willing you were sure they’d been. It was his idea, you had no doubt. And even though it scared you, had you biting your nails raw and your lip until it bled, you found yourself hovering over his Instagram, bracing yourself before you sent a message.
I need to talk to you
Please
You waited hours for a reply, late in the night when you laid awake sick with nerves. Finally, the buzz of your phone had you jumping in the dark.
Room 5C 16:30
You better not waste my fucking time
16:30. That was tomorrow, you checked the time, today actually. Fuck.
And on the brink of nauseousness, you fell asleep.
~~~
"B-Bakugou?", your voice was meek as you stood at the door, heart beating violently in the empty corridor. He didn't answer, so you hesitantly stepped into the room, scanning around quickly for any signs of his friends; a semi-closed door or a window conveniently cracked open.
Nothing.
You approached close, coming to stand beside him. "Bakugou?", you tried again, meek and afraid, to receive no sign of acknowledgement once again. Gulping, you stepped in front of the desk. You opened your mouth to try one more time, but the rough voice cut you off.
"What?", simple and threatening. You inhaled a shaky breath, wringing your hands in front of you as you failed to meet his gaze, ashy blonde hair and bust lip.
“Listen, I just wanted to say that..” you gulped, “that I’m r-really sorry. I never meant to hurt your feelings or anything, I just…”
"You're sorry? Really? Doesn't seem like you're very sorry to me". The impassive look on his face brought nausea to your gut, as you thought about the humiliation of the situation. His gaze gave you anxiety as you suffered beneath it.
"I am sorry, Bakugou I swear, I'm so sorry. I want to make it up to you, please just make it stop. " You were begging now, blubbering whatever it was that came into your mind. The tears in your eyes had fallen long ago, and the thought of somebody seeing you like this was more than you could bear as nausea rose in your gut.
"Do you ever stop fucking talking?", he groaned, throwing his head back in annoyance at your meek state. He was annoyed. No, irritated was probably the better word, but he couldn't help the feeling of his cock stirring in his pants. Your cries just sounded so fucking pretty to him. Did Sero hear them too, when he humiliated you for being a virgin? Did Denki, when he pushed you about in the halls? Did Midoriya when you ran to him for consolation?
Bakugou's fists clenched at the thought of that bastard anywhere near you, and a sudden rush of rage threw his head back up.
"Get on your knees", he demanded.
"W-what, no, no Bakugou-" you shook your head quickly.
"I said", he grabbed your forearm roughly, pushing you to the ground so harshly it'd leave a bruise, "get on your fucking knees". You gave in, collapsing to the ground in an uncomfortable position below his feet, head facing the floor and dripping with tears.
He scoffed. "Thought you wanted to show me you were sorry? Thought you wanted me to forgive you? Maybe if you’re any good with your mouth, I won’t fuck you today. But no promises", he snickered, vermillion eyes blaring into your skin. You were shaking, but looked up to face him.
"J-just this once?", you asked, hesitantly.
Bakugou was silent for a second, taking in your form beneath him. Your eyes were red and puffy, leaking tears that dripped down your face and down to your lips, quivering in fear. They looked so fucking soft. He reached down, the pad of his thumb gently wiping one of the tears that had trickled down onto your lip. "Yeah, baby, just this once", his tone was unconvincing, but all you could do was rely on the words he spoke and hope he wasn’t as cruel as you believed him to be.
"O-ok."
You gulped, hands shakily raising to his jeans. You struggled with the button, movements clumsy and slow, and Bakugou had to force himself not to rush you. Your lack of experience was amusing to him. By the time you'd pulled his cock out, you were crying again.
"What's wrong baby? Don't know what to do?", he mocked, slapping the tip of his cock against your lips. "Think I'd start with putting it in your mouth and sucking . It's what the others do.”
You sucked in a breath, slowly moving your head forward, and lightly running your tongue over the tip. You gave it a light suck, grimacing at the salty taste, and slowly took in more. No teeth, like you'd heard people say before. You didn't want to make him any more angry than he already was.
But hearing about it proved to be a lot harder than doing it; you struggled to breathe as you took more into your throat, and your jaw quickly began to ache, the discomfort becoming too much. You whined in discomfort as his hands found the back of your head, slowly pushing you further, and you found yourself gagging uncontrollably, sputtering for air, your throat constricting around his cock. He held you still for a second, the sound of your choking filling the room, before pulling you off in a sudden movement.
“Fucking hell ”, he was almost shouting at you as you collapsed onto the ground, sobbing painfully as you tried to breathe. Your lungs ached and your throat was in agony as your fingers curled into fists on the floor. “What the fuck is wrong with you? Breathe through your fuckin’ nose unless you wanna choke to death on my cock. I swear to God, you dumb fuckin’ bitch, can’t do anything right.” He grabbed you by your hair again, a violent tug on your scalp that burned as he pulled you upwards. Your mascara was a mess, dark lines running down your face and red eyes from the tears you had cried.
“You wanna try again now? And fuckin’ breathe this time, cos I’m not letting you off so fuckin’ easily again.” You couldn’t respond, breathing deeply as you stopped hyperventilating, you were trying hard to listen to what he was saying, but the pounding in your head had drowned everything else out. He seethed out, hand grabbing at your jaw and squeezing tightly.
“Answer me, slut” You choked out a spluttered ‘yes’, despite not having heard a word he’d said.
“C’mon, you can do better than that”, his growl had your body tensing, a tight fist in your hair sending alarms throughout your body. For only a second, his hand rested there, before you were pulled back down, mouth convulsing around his length; it was too much. You couldn’t breathe, the saliva gathering in your mouth as you choked on his cock. Tears fell down your face as you desperately attempted to breathe through your nose. Your hands reached out to slap his thighs, desperate and wild as you closed your eyes out of sheer humiliation and fear. Loud grunts came from above you, your whimpers of pain drowned out as his cock pounded into your throat. You felt lightheaded, and in one last attempt, dug your nails into his calves as hard as possible, hoping to cause pain, or draw blood, or do anything to get his attention.
“FUCK”, he shouted, yanking your head back painfully. You choked, grabbing at your throat and throwing yourself backwards, away from Bakugou’s legs, almost sprawled out on the floor as you took sharp inhales. You raised your hands as a signal that you needed a break, but Bakugou was in no mood to be nice, his hand wrapping around your forearm, pulling you closer to him. You gasped at the sudden sting on your cheek- not too hard, but definitely enough to count as a warning. “Listen, sweetheart, I’m all for that sort of shit, but not right now. I swear to fucking God, you pull that shit again and I won’t be nice enough to pull you off. Let you choke on my fucking cock. Got it?” You nodded, unable to wipe the falling tears on your cheeks.
“Now you’ve wasted all that fucking time, we’ve got 15 minutes before this class starts so you better get back to work unless you want an audience.”Your eyes widened, gaze skirting to the clock that mindlessly ticked away at the back of the room. Bakugou sneered down at you, “No? That’s what I thought”.
Without another word, he pushed your head back down, and you took his cock into your mouth again, trying your hardest to do a good job this time. There was no way you’d let anybody else see you like this.
“Fuck, maybe I should let Midoriya see this. You on your knees, speared on my cock and crying your eyes out. He’d probably get hard as fuck, beg me to let him have a turn.”, you unwillingly whined at his words, body squirming uncomfortably. Bakugou let out a cruel laugh, “You like that? You Dirty. Fucking. Slut.” He emphasised his words with a violent thrust. “Tough shit, nobody else is getting you. Just me. All mine.”
As if those two words propelled him, Bakugou’s grip on your hair grew tighter and his speed became brutal. You couldn’t breathe, fuck fuck fuck you couldn’t breathe, but his pace didn’t let up.
“Oh fuck, fuck I’m gonna- fuck ” with a sharp inhale, your head was pulled to the base of his cock, and you felt his cum, hot and sticky in your mouth. With little other choice, you swallowed around him, and after a few seconds, he pulled out, peering down at you through hooded eyes.
“Good girl”
~~~
You were dragged out of the room minutes later, given no time to wipe the black tears that trailed down your face or your messy hair. You stumbled after Bakugou, footing clumsy as you came face to face with the last person you wanted to see that day. Bandaged and bruised, Midoriya stood in front of the door with Kirishima and Sero holding him by the shoulders, a knowing look on their faces.
Bakugou turned to you. "Want to tell him what you told me?", you shook your head, tears falling down your face silently as you hid your gaze from the green eyes that stared at you in confusion. Midoriya looked so concerned, and your stomach was twisting in guilt and disgust at yourself. “Oh but I think you do . Go on, Y/N, tell him what you were crying about to me.”
You turned your gaze back to Midoriya in the hallway, Bakugou’s tight grip still digging into your arm. He looked bad , the purple and blue marks that littered his skin were swollen, and you were sure there’d be more under his shirt. You knew instantly how he got them; he fought for you , and look at how you repaid him. Your eyes fell on his, mouth ready to open and spill out the words that bubbled like acid on your tongue ignoring the audience. Denki, Kirishima, and Sero, each watched you with their own sinister leers.
“I…I shouldn’t have turned him down earlier. I was,” you hiccupped, “I was playing hard to get because…” your voice trailed off, only to be brought back with a harsh shove from behind, “because I'm a…I'm a cheap slut". A broken sob. The tears fell quickly now, hot and wet down to the ground where they collected in a little puddle. Midoriya’s shocked face was too much, his mouth open in an abandoned protest, and you ignored the look of betrayal in his eyes, of hurt, of….disgust.
You were disgusting. Fucking filthy .
Bakugou pinched your skin in impatience - you weren't finished yet. You turned to face the man beside you, you couldn’t even see him through the tears in your eyes. “Will you..will you please go out with me. Please. " You choked on your desperate pleas, shaking and feeling nauseous in front of your audience, and the momentary silence that greeted you did nothing to help settle your nerves.
Bakugou looked down at you, and his hand descended to wrap tightly around your neck as his lips pulled up into a sneer.
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.
Request: Hi! I'd love to request a Bakugou X Bullied *male Reader, where he gets bullied a lot but behind closed doors Bakugou is really sweet to him and they fuck?
A/N I got you anon, I really loved how this request turn out! If anyone else wants to make a request here are my rules.
Words: 3k+
Tags: Degradation, praise, daddy kink undertones but no use of “daddy”, fingering, fighting, power imbalance, reader has hair that gets washed, domestic bliss
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"If I wanted to be around a bunch of extras I would go back to UA! Throw a punch that shit again and you can go ahead and look for a new agency to intern at!" Bakugou yelled as you struggled to stand back onto your feet.
There was no one better to train with than your explosive boss but you never managed to leave a session without bruises decorating your body. He was not one to pull punches or words, letting both fire out as he trained you to death. You should have stated where you wanted your body sent in the case of your death when you signed onto his team.
You were one of the few interns under him who did not graduate from UA leaving you with a lot to prove. Bakugou was one to demand action more than he cared about words. After building his agency from the ground up he was ultra-selective about the heroes who could work alongside him, requiring weeks of training from him before he would even let them enter the field.
You were in your final week of training before you will finally be able to walk alongside him and patrol, but that also meant he had upped the amount of training you had per day to almost twelve hours.
"Are you even listening or do I need to blast some fucking sense into you?" Bakugou snarled as he lifted you to your feet by your shirt. He pushed you away from him and once more raised his fists.
For hours you brawled, each round leaving you more blood and bruised. Every few fights you would have to take a break to wipe the blood from your eyes so you could properly see before you jumped right back into fighting. You had learned the hard way that asking for a break before he was done with his lesson would lead to you doing dozens of pushups as he sat back to research his next bust.
You throw out another weak punch only to have Bakugou grab your hand and wrench it back, sending a bright burst of pain up your arm. You collapsed to your knees gasping for air as he pushed the appendage back further, worsening the pain.
"I warned you about those weak fucking punches and what do you do? Throw another one. Are you dumb or incompetent?"
You shake your head and you try to tug your arm free from his unyielding hold, your arm growing numb. "I'm sorry, I am tired-'' You quickly regret your words.
"Tired!" Bakugou yells, releasing your arm with disgust. "You think a villain will give two shits about you being tired as they try to kill you? If you can't handle a quirkless fight with me, what in the hell makes you think you can handle one in the field."
You cradle the injured arm to your chest and fight to hold in the tears welding in your eyes. He was right, no matter how cruel it sounded. You needed to be the best to work with the best, there was no saying you are tired when a civilian is depending on you to save their life.
“Get up, we are going until I get it through your thick fucking skull how to throw a punch.” He pulled you up to your feet, too impatient to wait for you to do it on your own.
You ignore the small black spots that cloud your vision and lift your fists to your chin, ready to fight once more and prove your competency.
When Bakuoug’s fists came into view your emotions were shoved into the background, if you let his words get to you how could you ever think to handle a fight with a villain. They will spew vile and hateful words to you as you fight, hoping to throw you off balance and kick you while you are down. You had to become better, become the best.
You ignored the blinding pain each blow brought forth and watched for an opening, you only needed to lay one punch and this training will finally be over. You grew more and more focused until the only thought that filled your head was the want to win.
You manage to dodge his precise swings and zone out his taunts, you will win. Finally, the opportunity presents itself, you close your fist tight making sure to draw his attention to your legs before throwing your arm forward and connecting your knuckles to his cheek, throwing his head to the side and stopping the fight.
He raised his hand to his fattening bottom lip and wiped off the small drop of blood accumulating before cracking a small grin. "I guess you are not completely incompetent."
Your entire face broke into a smile and you threw your arms up in victory. After weeks of training with Bakugou, you had finally managed to connect your fist to his face.
"Don't get too excited. I still expect to see you here tomorrow." Bakugou grabbed the towel off the bench and wiped the excess nitroglycerin off his hands.
You tilted your head, giving him a confused look, "But tomorrow is your patrol day."
"I know dipshit, I expect you to be up and ready to go by noon. You have a long first day planned."
Your mouth dropped open in shock, you ran forward and wrapped your arms around your boyfriend. Finally, he was allowing to patrol with him, trusting you to stand by his side and fight. For the second time today, your eyes grew heavy.
"Oi, knock that shit off." Bakugou's big hand pushed your face away from him, uncomfortable with any public affection. You reluctantly let him go with a pout.
"Don't look at me like that unless you want to do another round."
You quickly dropped the pout and smiled, "Fine you big jerk."
You two quickly finish the post-workout stretches and pack your bags to go home. Moving in with Bakugou had been one of the best decisions you ever made. At first, when he decided he wanted to live with you, you were worried.
Bakugou was not known to be affectionate, in fact, most people were shocked when you finally announced your relationship, giving you sad looks and words of warnings. You had to admit their words did scare you, after all, how would a life of no affection impact you?
But they were all wrong, so very wrong.
When the two of you stumbled into the privacy of your home Bakgou showed a side of himself few will ever be able to see. He carefully takes off your jacket conscious of your sore arm and hangs it on the coat hook.
While you sat on the small step leading into the living room he unlaces your shoes, putting them away. You wander into the kitchen to the fridge where the meal he cooked earlier that day sat.
You pulled the bento out of the fridge and lifted the lid to reveal your favorite sushi meticulously placed in the box alongside small sweets. You stuffed the delicious food in your face while Bakugou sat at the counter silently, watching you eat the food he made with a soft look on his face.
"Why are you looking at me like that?" You say after swallowing the last of your dinner.
He shrugged, "Just waiting for you to finish, the water in the bathroom is hot."
You groan, "I'm too tired for a bath tonight."
He shook his head, "Oh no, your body needs a good soak after the beating it took."
You stick your hand on your hip, "And whose fault is that?"
"Yours, we will work on your blocking skill tomorrow after patrol." He encased his warm hands around your wrist and tugs you to the steamy bathroom.
Once in the bathroom, you lifted your arms over your head, allowing him to tug the sweat-soaked shirt off your body and toss it into the laundry basket. He drops to his knees and unbuttons your pants, letting you use his shoulders to balance yourself as you lift one foot off the ground and then the other to rid your legs of the pants and underwear.
He stood to his full height and quickly undressed as you watch. You will never grow tired of seeing his beautiful body, it was as if he had been carved from marble.
Now free of clothes he swipes his arm under your legs and supports your back with his other arm as he lowers you into the soothing water. You could smell a hint of eucalyptus and realized he must have used the fancy bath salts.
Before you could fully settle the water splashed around as Bakugou slid in behind you, his legs settling on either side of your hips. He wrapped his arm around your waist and pulled you close until your back was flush against his hard chest.
With your belly full and body warm your eyelids grow heavy, you slouch against his slick chest and allow yourself to relax. The tightness of your overworked muscles slowly eased and you snuggle even further into his strong hold.
Nights like these were your favorite where the two of you could sit and wordlessly enjoy each other's company. There was no need to try and force an awkward conversation or pretend to be interested in a television episode the other enjoyed. You two simply enjoyed being in the presence of each other.
Bakugou's body shifted behind you, taking you out of your trance. You could hear the shampoo bottle click open before strong fingers lathered the gel into your scalp. You let out a small moan as he massages your scalp with his thick strong fingers working the grime of the day out. Once he helped you rinse your hair he squeezed out a generous amount of conditioner and smothered the ends of your hair, allowing it to sit for a few minutes before helping you also rise it out.
Another click filled the room as he popped open the body wash and rubbed his hands together to get the soap bubbly. He wordlessly used his hands to clean the day away from your body. You squirmed as his touch moved from your sore arms to your chest.
They encase the tender tissue, taking extra time to circle your nipples but leaving just as they grew pebbled. You thrust your hands down and try to pull his hands back to your chest.
“Be patient, that can wait for later.” He slipped his wrists free and returned to rubbing down your stomach, coating the soap onto your skin.
You stick out your bottom lip in a fake pout but don’t fight, you did need to get clean. His warm hands cup your sex, only for a few seconds to spread the soap before moving down to your thighs. You were anything but tired after all the attention he was giving you.
When you push your ass backward you could feel his pulsing erection against your back, seemed you were not the only one growing excited.
You began to squirm even more under his touch as he finally rinsed off the soap and opened the drain. He slipped out of the tub behind you and grabbed the towel off the rack, quickly drying himself off and wrapped the towel around his waist.
You stood to your feet and took his hand as you stepped out of the bath. He dragged the soft towel across your body, quickly drying you and then wrapping it around you. While you were cocooned in the warm towel your world shifted as he lifted you once more, carrying you to the bedroom.
He laid you down at the edge of the bed and fell to his knees, laying his head into your waist. You run your fingers through his spiky blonde hair and sighed.
“I love the feel of your skin against mine.” You coo, moving your hands to hold his cheeks. He tilted his head into your hold, leaving you to support the weight of his head. You lean your body down and place a kiss against his forehead.
He lifts his chin to press his lips against yours, deepening the kiss by wrapping his hand around the back of your neck. You allowed yourself to fall back against the bed, dragging him with you until he rested on top of you, his hands on either side of your head.
His warm tongue slid against the seam of your lips, asking for permission to enter. You comply, opening your mouth to allow him to explore. Before Bakugou kissing had been smoothing you dreaded, it was gross and too intimate. But he made it his mission to have you enjoy kissing him, and enjoy it you do.
His taste, his smell all surrounded you as you deepened the kiss, pulling him closer to your body. One of his hands ventured down your body, feathering over your stomach before wrapping his hand around your cock.
His fingers slick with his nitroglycerin slid up your cock until they encased your tip, teasing the sensitive glands with gentle pressure. You let out a soft groan into his mouth as he sped up his touch, moving to tease your entire length.
“Ah fuck Bakugou,” You tighten your hold of his hair. “Going right in for the kill huh?”
He smiled against your lips, “You could say that.”
His devilish hand tightened around you, pumping his hand to milk your cock. Despite your damp skin, you were hotter than ever, your body panting with need.
His shoulder dropped to the bed making him lie on his side freeing up his other hand to spread your ass and slip in one slick finger into your tight ring of muscle. Your hips thrust forward in surprise but he latched his strong thigh over yours, caging you and leaving you helpless. You tuck your head down and force yourself to relax as he slid another thick finger inside you, sissoring the digits to work you open.
The tight coil in your stomach began to tighten with each pump of his hand. You try to gasp for air but his kiss was too overwhelming. Small black spots dotted your vision as you begin to lose focus of the world around you and then all at once it released.
Your back arched off the bed as Bakugou caught your cries with his mouth. Over and over your body convulsed unable to do anything as the pleasure tore through you. The small black spots in your vision grew white as you were unable to suck in any air, but you didn't care. Who needed air when you had his mouth?
His hand milked the orgasm from your body, allowing him to watch in awe as you came apart on his fingers. No matter how many times he brings you up to this point he will never grow tired of watching your face as you praise his name. Slowly your body calms down and the convulsions turn into small twitches.
His fingers leave your ass only to be replaced by the head of his cock. The sweet sweat from his face dripped down onto yours as he carefully breached your entrance. You try to thrust your hips forward to escape the intense pressure but used his hold on your cock to push your hips back down back onto his cock, burying himself inside you. Your fingers claw into his arms as the burn from the stretch of his girth fills your mind.
“Fuck baby, your so tight around me,” He groaned into your ear. He lifted your leg over his hip to get a better angle as he thrust inside you. He looked down at you, his eyes filled with warmth.
“Made me so hard fighting you, you looked so hot when you punched me.” His breathing increased in speed and he reached around to hold your ass, gaining leverage to thrust upwards inside you, hitting your sweet spot.
You bury your head in his chest as he rocked the entire bed with the power of his thrusts. You could only lie there and enjoy the ride as he took care of your needs.
“Please Bakugou,” You begged, unsure exactly what you wanted.
“Does my baby want more?” He smiled and tightened his hold on your ass. You know that will be leaving bruises but you didn't care. You wanted his mark on your skin.
You nod, too desperate to speak. One of his hands left your ass to reach down to your aching cock. You let out a whine, the different sensations all coming together to ruin you.
You reached down and wrap your around his, needing just a little more.
“Greedy little boy aren't you.” He teased, catching your hand.
You let out a pathetic whine and try to hit your fist against his chest but he catches your other hand and shoves both of them above your head.
He leaned down and whispered hoarsely in your ear, “What are you going to do now?
Your entire body pulses with need at his words, he did not play fair. You tried to thrust your hips up to meet his but he quickly used his other hand to push them into the bed.
You twisted your body to free yourself from his hold but it was no use, he had you exactly where he wanted you.
“Outside of this bedroom you are a strong hero,” He pushed himself deeper inside you. “But here you are my baby and I take care of what is mine.”
You wanted to deny his words but he was not wrong, you loved being pampered by him. To not worry about anything as he took care of you was a dream. You relaxed into his hold, submitting yourself to his will.
His fingers returned to your aching cock, this time to expertly bring you closer to your peak. Loud wanton moans left your lips as the waves heat in your dick started to rapidly spread. Your entire body was tingling and jerking as you got closer and closer to ecstasy.
The waves of pleasure grew more and more until their power overwhelmed you. With nowhere to hide your face he had a front-row seat to watch you fall apart on his dick. Your entire body tightened as the waves overtook your mind leaving you floating with Bakugou as your anchor.
Tears leaked out of the side of your eyes as he forced your body to climb higher, never giving you a moment to catch your breath. Even as the waves subsided you were still floating. In the back of your mind you made out his low moan as he emptied his hot cum inside you.
After a few minutes he carefully pulled out of your heat and collapsed next to you on the bed. You were too tired to react as he pulled you towards his chest, tucking your head into the crook of his neck.
He rubbed your back as your body shook, still recovering from his touch. He whispered sweet nothings into your ear and as your body finally stopped floating you could make out some of his words.
“That’s it baby, just relax.” He mumbled. “We have a long first day tomorrow.”
You give him a weak smile and close your eyes knowing he will take care of you. You had a lot to look forward to with Bakugou by your side.
uuughhhhhh im sorry but im horny for bully!bakugou squishing your cheeks till your lips pucker and makes you kiss him. says give me a kiss before he does it and everything like he’s actually giving you a option 😩. makes you give him those long nasty wet kisses with tongue grabs at your ass and grinds his crotch against yours cause he wants to show you how hard you get him, show you how much he wants you.
If y’all thought I was done with Bully Bakugou think again🔫
cw: +18, fingering, public sex, degradation, slight breeding kink and dumbification if you squint
Bakugou’s always so mean to you- but you’re “secretly” a pervert and love every minute of it.
It’s just something about the way he gets so angry, that narrow of his vermilion eyes and snarl on that ferally-handsome face. You were hooked on it from the very first day you started working as his sidekick, felt your legs clench when he seized you down from head to toe.
“Better not get in my way, rookie.”
God, even his voice has you delirious.
So you do everything to get on Bakugou’s nerves- act like a total ditz just so he could make fun of you for it, “conveniently” forget paperwork so he could be all up in your face, seething at you for being such an airhead, or even lose spars on purpose during training, just to feel his muscle bound body manhandle you down on the mats, trap your hands behind your back, words of condescension almost making you soak through your leggings.
You figured it was starting to become obvious by the way you sometimes purposely drop things whenever he’s around and bent over to grab them, ass out and obvious from your leotard hugging your curves- but Bakugou’s eyes burning on the backside of your thighs is always worth it.
You’re none the wiser when Bakugou demands you to follow him down a dark alleyway, cutting your patrol path short because the day’s boring and slow. You don’t expect to be pushed against the wall, breath knocked out of you and still rendered breathless with the broad chest trapping you still, hot huffs of a growl dancing on your face.
“You must think you’re real funny, rookie- think I got all the patience to deal with you.” Bakugou spat, tight grip on your hips having you hitching your breath when he pulled you flushed on him.
“You some kind of slut that gets off of flashin’ her ass around, hah?”
Heavy gauntlets clank so loud against the ground that it wouldn’t be surprising if any passerby caught the sound and saw the indecency of two respectful heroes on duty, but that was the least of your concerns.
Dazed eyes watched the way Bakugou bit a glove off, revealed his big, marred and calloused hand from years of work, followed it down your body, between brown thighs that clenched tight around his wrist when he moved your leotard out of the way and brushed rough tips between your already wet lips. It was like electricity tazzed all of your nerves as he rubbed lazy circles on your clit.
And nasty words kept being whispered in your ear.
“Shit, look at this mess. Walkin’ around in public when you’re this filthy... you really got no shame, sweet cheeks.”
Bakugou slides two fingers in with ease and your jaw slants wide open from the stretch, ten times better than what your fingers or toys could try to replicate. He pumps them once, twice,three times, and juices are squelching all over, loud and crude, your shaky hands gripping his shoulder as you curl on his chest, panting and gasping because he was picking up speed with every passing second, curling on the spongy spot within your pussy regardless of how much you squeezed around his fingers.
The free hand gripped your jaw, hoisted your head up so teary eyes are meeting his lidded ones, deep cherry red from lust as he speaks against your lips.
“You did all of this on purpose, didn’t you?” Bakugou purrs, almost lovingly pecks your lips. “Just what exactly are ya trying to get at, baby?”
He figured he could call you out and tease you for being a pervert, thinking your dumb little attempts at trying to seduce him would go unnoticed, then be mean and leave you all hot and bothered during the rest of your patrol.
He wasn’t expecting you to smile back- wasn’t expecting your hands to grab his arm and grind yourself deeper on his fingers, sensitive nub rubbing on his palm, moans hazing so softly against his mouth as you stare at him in drunken infatuation.
“I want your babies.” You whispered and it drives Bakugou wild, restraint gone as if it was never even there.
“Bend over.”
There’s no room to complaints and you more than happily comply.
It ends with Bakugou being nice to you for once and carrying you the rest of the way back to the agency, still dumb from all the loads stuffed into your poor and sensitive cunt.
PLLEEEAASSSEEEE bully bakugou katsuki making you cockwarm him during a lecture making you stay quite while you sit in the back with his dick twitching inside of you
Face all scrunched up while you're trying to hold in your squeals s'hard though when your stretched out on his cock and the little ruts he gives when the professor calls on you to answer a question🥺 makes you hold it though whispers that he better not feel your slutty cunt cum on his dick that you gotta be a good girl for him but it's no use, he feels you tremble and shake and your cum slick down to his balls and he knows you just came on him. it's his fault but he'll never admit it, just kisses the back of your neck till you stop shaking running his big hands up and down your thighs, promising you'll pay for that later
