★ Hello, all you wonderful people. I know it's been a pretty long time since I've posted any kind of story or fic update. The inspiration well has been suffering a terrible drought, and then this idea hit me pretty hard, and I decided just to see where it would take me. Story will get smutty so, no minors or ageless blogs.
★ The world is entirely my own as it is part of another piece of fiction I am writing, however, @twisteddaydreams1135 & @meggsngrits have been helping so much with ideas and plot, it's not even funny. Thank you guys for your continual help. I know I wouldn't even have started this if it wasn't for you two. I also pulled some inspo from the incredible fantasy audio series by Yuzuya.
★ Below I give you a little taste of what is to come. The story will heavily follow the BakuSquad as well as some other beloved characters from the series. I really hope you all enjoy ♡
When you woke up this morning, this wasn't quite how you imagined your day would play out. It started normal, a bit exciting even. You had the opportunity to aid two travelers in locating information regarding some dragon clans, which just so happened to be your area of expertise.
But, you thought when they walked down the library's grand marble staircase and out into the crowded evening streets, it would be the end of the day's excitement. Truth be told, even if you were a senior librarian, nothing too thrilling ever really occurred within the city limits.
All of that changed just a few hours later.
Never in your life had your heart raced quite this fast. Then again, you'd never been running for your life before. Hand in hand with the very loud, and grouchy blonde you'd helped earlier in the day. Footfalls pounding against the cobblestone road in sync with each other, propelling yourselves forward, keeping just ahead of the six hunters that had cornered you not minutes before.
He pulled you through the city you'd always called home, the one you'd never left, making sharp turns down alleyways and cutting across roads without so much as a second thought. Anything he could think of to get them off your trail, he was trying, and yet nothing deterred them.
You were nearing the city limits. And it was only a limit because it was a cliffside. A massive one at that. Standing high above the sea with its unforgiving waves hundreds of feet below.
“When we get to the ledge, don't slow down. Just keep running and jump.”
Just when you thought it would burst, your heart sped up even more. He was insane. He had to be.
“Are you mad? That's a cliff, you know! We'll die!”
“Don't argue! Just do it!”
Before you could blink or hold him back, his free hand flung out behind you both, and magic exploded outward from his palm in a brilliant display of light and sparks that had citizens screaming and debris scattering in every direction. But, it afforded you time. Just precious seconds to create enough space between you and the hunters.
The ledge was a few meters away, there was no going back now. “JUST JUMP!” He screamed, and another blast went off powerful enough to launch the two of you right over the edge, and then you were free-falling through the open air.
Your stomach lurched, and your heart lodged itself in your throat as the wind tore through your hair and stung your skin like a thousand tiny needles. You had a death grip on the blonde's hand and just waited for the icy waters below to swallow you whole, but no chill came.
One moment you were falling, and the next, you were flying. Your body connected with something hard as the man held you in place. “Get up here. Can't have ya fallin' off.” You opened your eyes to see two massive ebony wings, dragon wings, carrying you away from the only home you'd ever known...
Out of sight, out of mind. Is what you always reminded yourself after you moved away from home. No longer under the watchful eye of your childhood bully, and free to live your life the way you wanted. A semi-successful career, monthly get-togethers with the girls from college. Free to date any and every man that walked into your line of sight.
Until you find yourself in the predatory gaze of a stalker, hungry for anything you have to offer.
Now your childhood bully is in charge of protecting you from a danger you never saw coming. Pro hero or not, the last thing you want or need is Katsuki Bakugou back in your life. Forcing you to come to terms with the fact neither of you knew how to handle your feelings, even as adults.
warnings: overall warnings for series.
Mutual Pining, Canon-Typical Violence, forced Bonding, Bodyguard type Romance, Blood and Violence, Drinking & Talking, Home Improvement, Bonding, Manhandling, Roughhousing, Rough Kissing, Forced Eye Contact, Mutual Masturbation, Pet Names, Bullying, Sharing a Bed, Rough Sex, Oral Sex, Vaginal Fingering, Vaginal Sex, Anal Play, Daddy Kink, Light BDSM, Domestic Fluff, Childhood Friends, Flashbacks, Idiots in Love, Sexual Tension, Enemies to Friends to Lovers, Dirty Talk, breath play, Breeding Kink, Pining, Cuddling & Snuggling, Fluff and Angst, Smut
Out of sight, out of mind. Is what you always reminded yourself after you moved away from home. No longer under the watchful eye of your childhood bully, and free to live your life the way you wanted. A semi-successful career, monthly get-togethers with the girls from college. Free to date any and every man that walked into your line of sight.
Until you find yourself in the predatory gaze of a stalker, hungry for anything you have to offer.
Now your childhood bully is in charge of protecting you from a danger you never saw coming. Pro hero or not, the last thing you want or need is Katsuki Bakugou back in your life. Forcing you to come to terms with the fact neither of you knew how to handle your feelings, even as adults.
warnings: General warnings for fic.
Bully Bakugou Katsuki, Mutual Pining, Canon-Typical Violence, Forced Bonding, Bodyguard type Romance, Blood and Violence, Drinking & Talking, Home Improvement, Bonding, Manhandling, Roughhousing, Rough Kissing, Forced Eye Contact, Mutual Masturbation, Pet Names,Bullying, Sharing a Bed, Rough Sex, Oral Sex, Vaginal Fingering, Vaginal Sex, Anal Play, Daddy Kink, Light BDSM, Domestic Fluff, Childhood Friends, Flashbacks, Idiots in Love, Sexual Tension, Enemies to Friends to Lovers, Dirty Talk, Breathplay, Breeding Kink, Pining, Cuddling & Snuggling, Fluff and Angst, Smut
They had always been there, as far as you can remember, Leaking like a busted pen into the crevices of your memories. Leaving purplish black stains you couldn’t erase, no matter how hard you tried. You were glued to their sides, just as much as they were yours growing up.
Always a little older, faster, and stronger than you in every aspect.
Whisking you away on grand adventures. Through the enchanted forests of the nearby park. Equipped with Long skinny sticks that served as swords. And pockets full of gray rocks that were able to cast powerful magic. They taught you the ways of the make-believe world they created.
One where Dragons soared through the skies. And monsters laid in wait to snatch up helpless maidens. Knights and wizards were in a constant battle to rule over lands that had yet to be discovered. A place that gifted you with endless possibilities to seek a grand adventure of your own.
But as always you were shunned to the role of a lonely princess.
Locked away in a tower, waiting for your knight and wizard to aid you in escape. The story was something close to being locked away by an evil step-parent. Who promised you to a prince before you were born. And your only chance at escape was the blond hair knight and a curly green-haired wizard. Two people who should be mortal enemies.
But willing to work together to rescue the princess.
And every time you played this game, it was always the same outcome. They did it, but only for you. Your call was enough for them to put aside petty differences long enough to free you from the tower in the sky. Willing to fight off those dragons and slimy monsters, all in a race to be the first one to rescue you.
From what you remember, to win your hand in marriage.
On, those days your tower wasn’t just the largest rock Katsuki could find in the park. But it was the highest tower in the deepest parts of the enchanted woods. Protected by a river of lava and goblins who lived under the bridge to the castle door. Ready and waiting to tear anyone who was dumb enough to get close to shreds.
You vividly remember the way you wanted to have a turn at being a knight, ready to rescue a maiden in waiting.
Only to have your idea laughed at by the blond-haired boy.
Because you were a princess and you needed to be saved. Or so that's what he told you. That you were too much of a scardy cat to fight an actual dragon or kill off a goblin. You couldn’t even be a wizard, because that was what Deku was supposed to do.
No, your job was to wait around and yell for help until they found you.
As much as you felt disappointed in his words, you still played along because you just wanted to be included. Playing the part of the helpless princess and waiting for your heroes to save you.
Not much longer after that argument you could hear your mother calling the three of you back home for lunch. Your game was on pause until you could eat a proper meal. She sat the three of you up just under the shade of the massive tree in your backyard. The sturdy towering oak. Large enough to support the weight of the new swing your parents had just bought you. While providing a nice place to relax and enjoy your lunch in the summer heat.
They were the reason for most of your childhood memories, but he was the sole reason behind most of the trauma.
Because lurking just underneath those wonderful memories of fighting dragons. And playing make-believe in the park. when you were five, you also remember the way he pulled your hair. Tugging harshly on the pigtails your mother put you in that morning. You can remember the way his laugh carried around the open park. As tears welled up in your eyes from the pain on your scalp.
He called you a crybaby when you brought up his roughhousing. Taking his frustration by being called out on you once again. Pushing you backward, and stealing the biggest bite of your strawberry cream sandwich. Laughing once again at the way your mouth hung open in disbelief.
He only pretended to be sorry when you ran inside and told your mother what he had done. Huffing and puffing like a real-life dragon when he had to apologize to you in front of everyone. His face was red and his hands balled into fists at his side. His mother slapped the back of his head as punishment. He gritted the words out, but you could tell he was still angry at you. His new mission was to make your life as miserable as possible as long as he was around.
Because it only got worse from then on out.
The endless family dinners,birthday parties. And even sleepovers he made sure that you cried at least once. He would always say something that would hurt your feeling. Calling you silly childish names that stung like a mortal wound at your age.
He would go out of his way to steal your favorite plush animal you snuggled into bed with. nd throw it across the room for no reason other than to hear you whine. Or if you were at dinner, he would pinch your arm and wait for you to cry out. Just so he could make fun of you and run off to play with Izuku before you could blame him for anything.
To be a knight, he was really mean to the princess he liked to save.
But after a while, he wasn’t satisfied with just bullying you anymore.
Izuku was kind, unlike his blond haired friend.
He had more than enough time in his day to show you kindness when Katsuki wouldn’t. He let you nap in peace, let you snuggle up under his baby blanket, and stayed quiet when you were sleeping. His mom made you both your favorite snacks, and he let you pick out the games you played together. He even let you play with his super cool All Might figure, that even Katsuki couldn’t touch.
But those lazy afternoons at Izuku’s came to a halt as soon as Katsuki figured out you like playing with Izuku more.
Suddenly he was there, stirring up the same trouble you thought you were rid of. He started to bully him too. Dead set on taking out everything from his anger to using poor Izuku as practice for his quirk. He had to a point to prove you assume. To show you both that he was the superior choice as a friend, and you both were dumb to choose each other instead of him.
Making sure that you knew he was the strongest around. Even if he had to fight with a bunch of fifth graders to prove it to you.
One of them had called your dress stupid, and he tried to fight all four of them.
He won, because of course he would. He had already burned it into your young mind he was the best even at his age. He was willing to defend your honor in order to prove just how great he was. He was the only one who was allowed to mock how silly your outfits were, or how your hair was done each day. You could see the way he had tears in his eyes by the end. Sniffling and sulking at the new set of bruises and cuts he endured to save your pride.
But he did it for you.
None of the bullying stopped just because you started actual school either. If anything, it got worse. His teasing, the way he refused to call you by your actual name. The only way he would refer to you was your title from when you were kids.
Princess.
He said it in such a derogatory way that you felt the sting of it each time it hit your ears. Like it burned his mouth each time he had to mutter that word to gain your attention. Sitting heavily on his tongue and he had to spit it out, or he would choke.
But as time went on you tried to ignore him as much as you could. All the way into his last year of middle school you found your own ways to combat his abusive behavior.
When he tried to pull on your hair when you walked to class, you simply keep your hair down and out of the way. He started tugging on your skirts. Threatening to show your underwear to the entire school. You started wearing leggings underneath everything. When he called you princess, you acted clueless about who he was referring to. All but ignoring his words and tactics to set you off.
But what you couldn’t ignore was the way he still picked on Izuku. Or play fighting as your parents saw it. But they never saw the way his eyes would turn feral at the chance to fight.
The first and only time you gathered enough courage to stand up to him. Was the last time he ever openly bullied Izuku in front of you again. You lashed out pushing him back as hard as you could manage, throwing your arm back. And swung at him with all the power you could muster. It managed to bust his nose, throwing his head back at the force you used against him.
But all he did was laugh at you.
Deep and vibrant crimson leaking from his nostril he laughed. He wiped at the blood before it made its way down his neck. Staring at it on his fingertips as he decided on how to handle your outburst.
He took you up on your challenge and you were once again on the receiving end of his anger.
The only problem was it was never a fair fight against him. He outweighed you, and his ability to dodge and punch was a lot faster than your own. Each swing you tried to take after that first one never landed. He was quick to dodge and smack your hand away.
You left your first lesson on how to fight leaning on Izuku for support. He let you use him as a crutch to help with the ankle you twisted in your scuffle. The new and proud owner of ugly-looking bruises and a pair of scraped knees. Running the last pair of good leggings you had in the possess.
You made it home in one piece thanks to your green-haired friend.
But it seemed like Katsuki was faster to make it back to your house than you were. Your mother scolded you as you limp in the doorway. A smug-looking ash blonde hanging out on your couch. Apparently, he told your mom that you had picked a fight with an upperclassman, over a boy.
He conveniently left out the part it was him who you fought against.
But of course, being a good friend he graciously offered to help bandage you up. Your mother was clearly to upset by seeing you in a messy state that she didn’t want to deal with helping you.
He threw you over his shoulder like you were nothing more than a sack of potatoes and carried you upstairs. Once he rounded the corner into your bedroom. He didn’t sit you down until your ass hit the counter of your bathroom sink.
He says nothing to you until after he finds the first aid kit you kept in the drawer next to the sink.
“It was stupid to fight me, princess.” He tells you once he wipes the dirt from your hands with a wet cloth.
He was meticulous as he whipped the dirt and dried blood from your face and knees. Taking extra caution on the raw patches of skin on your palms and knees.
His actions were too gentle to be coming from his explosive hands. Heated skin against yours as he works. Soothing over the injuries he caused in your scuffle.
You were still upset and had every right to be. Nobody was brave enough to at least try to put him in his place. You may have lost, but you showed him you weren't willing to back down with a fight.
“You’re nothing but a bully Katsuki!” You spit back with a hiss, as he rubs ointment into your skin.
He couldn't look you in the eye, instead, he keeps up his work. Grazing his hand over the hole in the knee of your leggings. He didn't do it on purpose, but it still caused you to whimper out from the pain of the raw wound being messed with.
“Yeah? How so?” He asks you, never stopping his work.
He didn’t give you the option of fighting against him as he pulled your leggings away from your body. The mangled fabric catching on the bloody mess still on your knees. Swatting your legs apart so he could go after cleaning them with antiseptic.
“You don’t fight girls!, and you shouldn’t try to fight Izuku either.” You scold him.
And all the while he continues on with his task in silence. Cleaning your cuts and bandaging them up as he goes. It was the first time in the existence of knowing him he didn’t start another petty argument with you.
Instead, he mumbled out a small apology as he worked on fixing you up.
He fixed anything that he saw. Swiping a clean cloth against your cheek to wipe away the dirt. Wrapping your injured ankle in a brace. And he was silent as he left you waiting for a minute while he searched through your clothes. bringing you back your favorite set of pajamas, all without even asking him to.
“Yell when your changed,” He says before walking out and shutting the door behind him.
And it took a little effort on your part to keep weight off your sprained ankle, but you did it. Sliding your pajama shorts over the injury and onto your body. Fumbling out of your school uniform and into the tank top he brought you.
“I’m done.” You say cracking the door open just enough to peek inside your room.
He was staring at one of the posters on your wall. Occupied with trying to figure out why you liked that band so much, or at least you thought.
When he finally turned his attention to you, he had a much softer look on his face. One that you rarely ever got to see. His lips were almost a frown, and his eyebrows weren't raised. He looked almost sad if you had to guess an emotion for how he looked.
Without a word, he walks over to you and pushed the door open. Scooping you up into his arms and carrying you like a bride over to your bed. Setting you down softer than you were sure he meant to. Leaning up he adjusts your blankets over your body and admires his work for a moment.
What you didn’t expect from him was the hoodie he wore to be tugged off his body and shoved at you.
“You’ll freeze to death if you wander around half-dressed like that.”
Is the only thing he gives you as an explanation. You didn’t want to ruin his mood, so you threw it on quietly. It was so unlike him to do something like this for you. This was his favorite hoodie, You remember his mom got it for him last year on his birthday. You thought it was the coolest hoodie ever. A limited-print All Might hoodie that you had tried and failed to steal from him before.
So why was he giving it to you now?
“You wanted a fight, and I gave it to you.” He says as he leans back into your personal space.
You meet his eyes and you can see there was so much swimming around in his mind. A million questions he wanted to ask, but refused to ask them. He looked like he was all but defeated by your actions today. Like maybe you had actually gotten through to him that what he was doing was wrong.
“You don’t have to be so mean to everyone Suki.” You say his nickname softly, hoping that he would understand what you were saying.
But you watch as his lip curls up into a snarl at your words.
“What makes him so special, huh? That you’d choose him over me?”
He didn’t give you any real time to think over what he asked before he huffs and pulls away. Leaving you halfway laying in bed, his hoodie draped over your lap. You hear his footsteps in the hall as he stomps down the stairs. Closely followed by your front door opening and closing behind him.
Boys were weird, and apparently, you had a knack for attracting the mean and rude ones.
With a sigh, you flop back onto the bed. Opting to spend your afternoon napping instead of going down for dinner. There was just too much to unpack emotionally that you thought it better to sleep.
But after that day it was different.
He wasn’t out to make your life miserable anymore. While he still called you princess and teased you, it was nothing compared to what it had been. But he started directing his anger toward other people. Mostly the boys who were brave enough to spare a glance at you.
His yelling and threats of violence only grew more frequent. The longer they paid attention.
You tried to argue with him once that they were only staring because they had never seen him be nice to anyone. But that only earned you a light shove before he pulls you back into his side.
And those last few months before summer break you stayed by his side. Next semester he was going to UA, leaving you behind to finish the rest of your time in school by yourself. He walked you to all of your classes, even if they were in the opposite direction of his. He forced you to eat lunch with him. And even started packing an extra lunch for you because he needed to make sure you were eating a proper meal.
In his mind, he was the only one that could make fun of you. And Izuku was the only other boy who could talk to you if he wasn’t around.
But all that changed when he left for UA, well both of them did.
Leaving you for the first time in your life to fend for yourself. You no longer had the overwhelming presence of Katsuki in your life. He was busy at school, becoming a hero. Izuku close on his trail you heard from the weekly dinners you were still forced to go to with their parents.
You were free, free to gossip with the other girls about who you thought was the cutest boy in school was. Free to make friends with people you actually had something in common with. You were even talking to boys and going out on group dates!
Everything was great!
By the time you had graduated and sneaked off to college, you were just a normal girl. You had successfully been Katsuki-free for three years at that point. Ignoring his texts and calls. Too busy with taking on a part-time job and earning a degree that you never made it home for the holidays.
Your mother even stopped trying after the first year. Instead, she filled you in on how life at home was. And how your childhood friends were fairing in the world as new heroes. You ignored almost everything she said about your bully and would always find an excuse to end the call.
And it went on like this for years.
Eventually, you graduated and started a career of your own. Working in the finance department of a new start-up company. You managed the backend of big corporations. And made sure they kept track of where their money was being spent. Offering detailed reports on missing money and where cutbacks could be made. You were a semi-successful adult now. Who went out to party with her college friends and went on dates with shitty men.
But all that came to a crashing halt about a month ago.
When you were heading home from your monthly night out with the girls. You somehow found yourself in the middle of a pack of villains. And you say pack because they all looked like a surly gang of wolves. Ears pointed and sitting high on their heads, Tails swaying behind them as they spot you. Their teeth sharp and waiting to tear into your flesh.
Hungry and violent.
The only thing that saved you in your drunken state was the lone hero who rushed in to save you. She fought off their attack on you long enough for you to run away. Only for you to be snatched up by your arm and jerked into the dark alley nearby.
And even with the double vision you had going on, you could still see the way he smiled at you. In, the same sadistic way that your childhood bully use to. His eyes were a brilliant blue and his height dwarfed you in the alley. Silver ears, and hair sticking out enough for you to tell what he was.
A predator.
You couldn’t see it well in the dark but you swore he smiled at you. His teeth almost chattering with anticipation at what you might taste like. His claws dig into your arms are you try to free yourself from his grasp.
You don’t remember a lot after that, you just know you woke up in the hospital. Bandages around your arms, and a headache that rivaled an earthquake. The lights were too bright, and the noises were too loud. Everything in the small room surrounding you was setting your nerves on fire.
From what you remember the doctors telling you this was a setup.
You were targeted because they had been following you. All the way from the nightclub you visited past the train station. To where they found you on the street just outside of your home.
When the hero who saved you showed up and gave her your eternal gratitude. She wasn’t without injuries herself, but she somehow still saved you. She offered to sit with you during the time the investigators interviewed you. And you relayed the information that you could remember to them.
It wasn’t a lot of help in solving who they were, but they thanked you all the same.
You had to plead with the hospital to not call your mother. The last thing you needed at the moment was for her to be up in arms because you got attacked. But even then it didn’t take long for the news to break about what happened.
By the time you left the hospital, you trudged your way back to your apartment. Set on throwing yourself into bed and sleeping until you had to get up for work. All the news reports had was that a nameless woman almost fell victim to a trafficking attempt.
You were free to return to work and easily explain away why you were absent for a week. And life returned to normal, for a while. Your friends were none the wiser, and still eager to make plans for the next weekend. And your job kept you busy until you noticed a pair of sapphire-colored eyes watching you from a distance.
AT first, you thought you were going crazy, seeing things that weren't there. But each day it was like you could feel the heat of his stare getting closer. Watching and lurking in the shadows just waiting for the right time to attack again.
You were weary, like who wouldn’t be?
But that weariness quickly turned to full-blown fear and panic when you come home one night. Your apartment door busted open, and the place looked like it was ransacked. Your furniture was turned over, the freezer door was hanging open. And when you finally ventured into the bedroom, it looked even worse. Your pillows were torn to shreds and your blankets were tossed aside into a rumpled mess on the floor.
The only thing that remained unharmed was a small piece of stationary. Hanging from your broken vanity mirror.
‘I’ll be back to collect my prize’
The words sent a chill down your spine and made the air heavy. They had invaded your home with no other intention than to send you into fight-or-flight mode. And you did the dumbest thing you could think of.
You called your mother.
That single phone call was just the start of a chain of events that lead you to where you are now. Standing in the living room of your childhood home. Bags packed full of clothes and watching your mother entertain guests in the kitchen.
There were two people sitting around the island counter and one of them could see easily. Best Jeanist, who used to hold the number four rank in popularity. Little older now, but no less dashing. The only one of them who bothered to turn and greet. You was the person you sincerely wished you would never have to see again.
It was Katsuki.
Mother fucking Katsuki Bakugou was leaning back in his chair. Looking like a cat that just caught the canary. Carmine eyes, set on you.
“Bout time you showed up princess, was worried that wolf bastard got you already.” He says smugly.
And his voice carried a raspiness you don’t remember from your youth. Almost like the smoke from his quirk forced the tone of his voice to drop from years of repeated use. He seemed too eager to stand from his seat and walk towards you. Standing to his full height you understood what your mother had been talking about all this time.
Standing at least a foot taller than you, and built like he was carved out of the side of a mountain. Muscles sitting upon powerful muscles in his exposed arms. His mask was pushed above his eyes and resting on his forehead. Left you an uninterrupted view of how much he had changed over the years.
He looked so much more intimidating now than when you were kids.
“You didn’t tell me he was going to be here,” You say, talking around him to your mother.
But your mother doesn’t miss a beat as she happily pulls her attention away from the other pro in her tiny kitchen.
“Honey, good news!” she looks over and ignores the sour look on your face. “Katsuki here is going to watch over you until they catch this stalker!”
Why did she have to sound so happy about it?
“I think I’ll take my chances with getting eaten.” You deadpan, looking up to finally acknowledge Katsuki.
But all that got you was an argument with your mother. Her friendly demeanor quickly vanishes in the blink of an eye as she excuses the both of you to another room. Once the door closed, she tried to do the thing where she stays quiet, but still yells. Her hands waved around as she tried to plead her case to you.
“I know the two of you had a bit of a falling out when he left for high school.” She starts, but you are quick to butt in.
“I really thought you would respect my wishes and keep him as far away from me as possible.”
“He has grown up! And so have you, I think he misses you honey he asks about you all the time.”
It annoyed you to no end how much your mother was advocating for your bully. It didn't matter though how much she claimed he was strong and handsome. Or how much he had changed; you wanted nothing to do with him.
Already just being in the same place as him left it hard for you to breathe. You had made it just fine this long without him, you could just as easily manage on your own.
"I don't care! Why push the subject?" You bark at her no longer trying to keep your anger in check.
The thin walls of your home did little to muffle your heated argument. But then again, this wasn't the first time you had to have this kind of conversation with your mother.
"I don't want you to get attacked again! I'm not going to live forever and I would like to meet my grandchildren someday!"
And there it was.
"So this isn't about me, but what you want?"
"Stop twisting my words!" She barks back.
"That's what you just said!" You snap back, refusing to back down from her.
It was one thing for her to only think of herself. But it was another to try to force you as a grown-ass adult into a situation that you did not want to be a part of. There were hundreds of other heroes who would be more than capable of filling the role of bodyguard.
"I don't mean to interrupt." Came a soft knock at the cracked door.
Pushing it open was best Jeanist. Ducking his head down so he could enter the doorway and enter the room where you and your mother were.
"But this is the best option for your safety. Dynamight is one of the strongest heroes at my agency and I would put all my faith in him to keep you safe." He looks at you while he talks, gesturing out toward the living room to where Katsuki was still lingering.
"I understand you may trust him, but I do not. I would fare better finding this guy and fighting him myself." You snap.
Your mood soured by the events of the past month was finally catching up to you.
"The villain who has been stalking you is extremely violent, it is in your best interest to listen to our advice."
Before you even had the chance to reply. You hear the door behind the tall blond slam open, banging against the wall as Katsuki made his way inside. His face told you he was angry, but you weren't afraid of him anymore. He pays no mind to your cries as he picks you up and slings you over his shoulder like you weigh nothing. Your hands beat on his back as he refuses to let you down.
"I've got better shit to do than listen to her be a brat all day." He says to Jeanist smirking as the older pro shakes his head at his crass behavior.
But Katsuki turns to your mother and talks to her in a much nicer voice than he ever cared to take with you.
"I'll take care of princess here, call my mom and have her stay with you." He says to her.
And walks out of the bedroom with you kicking and yelling to be let down. Bending down once he hits the living room to pick up your bags and carry them in one hand. While he kept his other firmly on your lower back.
The trip to his car was nothing short of dramatic on your part. You wanted the entire neighborhood to know that this was being done against your will. With a skill, you didn't know he possessed he opens the car door and tosses your bags in the backseat. Sitting you down with a little more force than necessary. Slamming the door shut before you had a chance to try to run away.
And when you tried the door handle, it moved but it would unlock. That bastard put the child lock on your door!
He rounds the car and takes his spot in the driver's seat. Looking smug as he watches you try the handle again out of spite.
"Let me out of the car Katsuki!" You yell, and your voice reverberates off the interior of the sports car.
He completely ignores your tantrum as he pushes the button to start the car. Letting his foot Rev the engine high enough to drown out your complaints. Of course, he was going to be childish about the entire ordeal. He only stops once he sees the will to fight him leave. Finally letting the engine have a slight break from his antics.
“Put on your seatbelt.” He orders, staring you down with a frown on his face.
“You don’t get to tell me what to do anymore.” You snarl and turn away from him.
It had always been like this.
He brought out a side of you that you had all but made disappear over the years. Combative and loud, just like he still seemed to be. It wasn’t like you wanted any of this to happen, you only wanted to continue to live your life as you had been. There was nothing special about you, that made you a victim of a stalker.
“Suit yourself.” He snips before you feel the car being thrown into gear and he speeds off down the street.
You hate the way you cry out as he merges into traffic a little recklessly. One hand on the gearshift, and the other still planted on the steering wheel.
It was a scramble to fight against the belt as he abruptly stops the car at a red light. Forcing your body to fall forward and then almost violently being pushed back into the seat.
“Are you crazy?” you yell at him, but he only smirks at you in response.
“You gonna put your seatbelt on? Or do you want me to do it for you?” he asks sparing a glance at your shocked face.
And apparently, you took a little too long for his liking. His hand finally leaves the gear shift to reach over your body and grab the seatbelt by your shoulder. Pulling it forward and across your body with no effort, letting it snap into place.
"You are such an asshole!" You yell, crossing your arms across your chest, and sink back into the seat.
"Yeah, head that a time or two." He says before he puts his foot on the gas and starts back down the street with the rest of the traffic.
And you wanted nothing more than to hate him for his dangerous driving. But other than that original peel out from your house, the rest of the car ride remains uneventful.
There was no filler noise of the radio or light conversation as you got closer to where his home was. Nestled right on the outskirts of the city. You pull into a well-maintained housing complex. Where all the lawns were the same. And the fences were bright white.
Kids played with their dogs running along the sidewalks. People tending to their flowers in the front yard, it was all so picturesque. Definitely not something you thought of when Katsuki was involved.
If anything, you assumed he lived under a bride like one of those nasty trolls from the games you used to play as kids.
But what surprised you was when he pulled into a house. Sitting nestled back a little way from the property line, Robin's egg blue, with white shutters. It was small looking from the outside, and definitely in need of a little repair cosmetically.
"What is this?" You ask rather dumbly.
Slowly craving your neck a little so you could see the home better. It was cute, with a little swing on the porch and a nice little door.
"My house?" He says back confused.
It would be ridiculous for him to take you anywhere else. But you choose to ignore him in favor of getting out of the car to have a proper look at this place.
You hated to admit it was cute. Something you would have picked out for yourself given you had the time and money to put into making it a home. It was small but more than enough for what you would need. Being single and having no family or friends who lived with you. From the outside, it looked sturdy despite being neglected by proper care for a while.
Following the small path to the deck, you only have to climb three stairs to stand on the front porch. Idly looking around at the paint and small chipped parts of the railing. The boards creaked under the pressure of standing on them, but you didn’t worry about falling through. Instead, you wondered how long he had owned this place because it didn’t look like he was here often.
Speak of the devil.
He was close behind you, your bags in hand as he pulls his keys from his pocket. Unlocking the door and stepping inside. Leaving you to wonder what his interior looked like.
Awkwardly debate for a moment if you wanted to actually step inside. Could you actually force yourself to spend who knows how long with your childhood bully? Tucked away in some home on the outskirts of town?
You had no work to focus your time on or any hobbies that you could bring with you. So, what could you do for the time you were here?
“You gonna stand out there all damn day?” He barks from inside the house.
Pulling yourself from your thoughts. You make your way through the threshold and finally step inside.
It didn’t look as rough on the inside as its outward appearance would suggest. The paint was a delicate cream color; they complimented the wood floors. All the fixtures in the home had been updated and were nice and new. The kitchen you could tell just gone through a renovation, But it was well worth the trouble you could tell.
Despite the house being on the smaller side. It offered a spacious floor plan. The kitchen was set up with Fancy top-of-the-line appliances. And shiny new marble countertops. I beautiful bay window gave you a pleasant view of the backyard. And from what you could see. Katsuki had spent some time back there trimming and planting new life into the barren soil.
A small garden shed, and a few neat rows of plants were set up along the fence. The back deck was small, but it was covered with a new awning, and you spot the patio furniture off to the side.
It felt more like a home than your tiny apartment did.
A thud from outside the kitchen catches your attention turning your head to find the source of the noise. Walking back to the hallway you follow another soft thud down past an office space, and a closet. At the end of the hall, a door was open and you could see a shadow playing against the wall.
By the time you make it to the door, a bedroom greeted you.
Katsuki’s bedroom to be exact. His bedroom furniture is almost too large for the older room. His bed takes up most of the space, along with a dresser and two nightstands on either side of the bed. The walls were painted charcoal gray matching the black furniture. A high-backed chair sat in the corner, with a small table and lamp. There were no decorations hanging on the walls. Or random pops of color, something that you felt the urge to change.
Even if the only thing it would do would be to set him off.
“You pick a color and run with it don’t you,” You say absently walking further into the bedroom.
He barely looks up from his task, which you realized was unzipping your suitcases. And started pulling out clothing to organize and put away. Opening the dresser behind him as he acknowledges your presence.
“Hah?” He offers you in response. But you immediately rush to his side and push him out of the way of your suitcase before he digs any deeper. “The hell is wrong with you?” He barks as you push yourself between your suitcase and him.
“I can put my stuff away, just tell me where it needs to go!”
If he kept pulling out clothes, he was going to grab a handful of your panties. The ones that you blindly grabbed for and shoved in the rolling case. You wouldn’t know what exactly you packed and what you didn’t until you got to put them away. But the last person you wanted playing around in your intimates was him.
“You trying to hide something, princess?” He smirks as you use your hands to push against his chest. “We don’t keep secrets in this house.”
He does everything with the point to prove a lesson to you. So when you feel his strong arm wrap around your shoulders, blocking you from being able to move he smirks. Trapping your arms between your chest and his massive pecs. He uses his free hand to reach around and fish until he finds what he is looking for. Hooking his finger around a scrap of fabric and pulling it into view.
“I’d be embarrassed if someone saw these too.” He nods towards his hand but refuses to let you move.
He was enjoying watching you squirm in his hold. No doubt living in the way your body heat rose from embarrassment. He chuckles lowly and squeezes you to him. Pushing his dominating presence even further into your face.
"Stop being so immature!" You huff with annoyance at his antics.
Time really changed little when it came to him. The only difference now was that he had more of a massive build to back up that smart mouth he had.
But holy hell, you could feel just how solid he was beneath your hands. Even pushing with all your strength was doing absolutely nothing to budge him. And he only had one hand wrapped around you.
He wasn't struggling like you were and kept a stupid smirk perched on his face. You wanted nothing more at that moment to strangle him for it.
He holds you immobile for a moment longer until you shuffle your legs, trying to turn the best you could. And all at once he releases you, laughing as you fall backward and bounce onto the bed.
And dangling from his finger was your oldest pair of panties. A beige pair of cut briefs, the ones you only wore when you were on your period. They were ugly, but they got the job done. Stained and the elastic broke in the hem, but you still kept them around.
"Now I see how you got a stalker." He snides.
Sitting up you try to grab your underwear from him. But he simply holds them out of your reach, enjoying the way you struggle.
"Give them back Suki!" You struggle and fail every time to snatch your underwear back from the massive blond.
All he has to do is swat your hands away with his free hand and push your legs wider with his hips. Until he has your lower half pinned to the bed, leaving you immobile.
"So defensive." He tsks but stares you down.
He was thinking of this as a game, but it was more than that for you. His hand is holding you down. While he throws his weight around to keep you stuck between the soft bed at your back. And the firm pressure of his lower body pressing into you.
He chuckles as you struggle to force him back with your hands, pushing as hard as you can against his chest. But it was easy for him to use your movements against you. Shutting down your movements into nothing more squirms beneath him.
It was embarrassing having someone make fun of your underwear. But it was an entirely unique feeling when it was Katsuki that was doing it.
There bubbling just underneath the surface of your anger and embarrassment. Were unresolved issues. And you called them issues because that's all they had caused you over the years.
He wasn't just a bully and an asshole, but he used to be a friend once upon a time. Back when he was still somewhat normal and barking at other people, but no longer directing his anger at you.
He made amends with Izuku, but it was almost like you dropped off the face of the earth for him. No longer concerned with your feelings or if you were ok. He was a busy person who didn't have time for you anymore.
You hated the way his eyes lingered on you whenever you would enter the room at first. You loathed how he used to walk you home, even if he had to walk four blocks out of his way just to do so.
Or the way he would show up when you actually needed it. Always the first person who would be there to show up and dry your tears. Or how it felt when he would wrap an arm around you and let you use his shoulder to fall asleep on.
Wait. No, you weren't going back down this train of thought.
Because every time you did you had to talk yourself out of the most embarrassing fact of it all. One that you refused to admit when you were in school or even well into your adulthood. When all your girlfriends would drink in the back of those clubs. And gossip about teenage crushes.
When they had their first kiss. Who it was with and even rattle on about when they lost their virginity in the backseat of their boyfriend's car.
Because your teenage crush had left you to go chase after his dream.
You liked to think that was why you were so relieved when Katsuki left when he did. It gave you time to get over his constant presence in your life.
You no longer had to worry why when his fingertips grazed yours. On those walks home from school you felt butterflies in your stomach instead of dread. Or how those late nights he spent tutoring you under the soft light of the back porch. When you leaned into his warmth. How his arm would pull you closer to him as you drifted off to sleep, your head laying on his shoulder. Before he would carry you inside.
Or how what was happening right now, was forcing one of the last memories you shared with him to come flooding back. Being in this same position. But instead of a smirk on his face, he was fighting off a blush.
Awkward teenage hormones. Raging and curious about if your bully was ever really a bully, to begin with.
It was your senior year of high school, finally an adult by legal terms. But you still were very childish in everything that you did. Over summer break it was the first time you were forced to spend time with your childhood friends.
Both Izuku and Katsuki had come home for a while. A year after kicking ass and making a name for themselves in the world. And your combined families had a huge dinner.
It was the first time in what felt like forever. Seeing him stirred up those feelings you shoved away into the depths of your brain.
And the entire night you fought against even looking at him. Convinced that he was nothing more than a stranger now.
But he had other plans for you.
After dinner, he catches you in his bedroom. Looking around taking in the nostalgic memories you had from spending time there. The way it hadn't changed much since you were kids, and still had a dark and moody atmosphere about it.
"The fuck you doing in here?" He asks from the bedroom door.
Dressed in a black pair of joggers and that stupid skull t-shirt he has worn since he was a teen. It fits a lit tighter on his frame now, almost to the point he was going to be forced to retire it soon.
"Just lookin, why?" You ask softly, refusing to look at him for longer than a couple of seconds.
His heavy footsteps bring him to stand by your side, and you could feel the heat of his stare on you.
But you still kept your eyes focused on the old All Might poster that was tattered on the ends. Smiling softly at the memory of being fed useless information about the retired pro. From his biggest fanboys.
"You haven't even talked to me since I came home." He grunts at you, bumping you lightly with his hip.
"And?" You ask bitterness laced in your simple reply.
He didn't give you much time to react before he moves at a speed faster than you can track. Bending down and grabbing the back of your thighs, lifting you into the air.
Leaving you to squeal as you Fling your arms around his neck, his hands guiding your legs to wrap around his waist. Giving you no other option now but to acknowledge him.
"And I wanna know why." He barks, moving you around gently.
You try to fight him off. Slinging your body around forcing him to adjust his hold on you. But all it did was cause him to throw you onto his bed with a thud. Quickly taking both your hands into one of his massive ones and pin them above your head.
He pushed your legs open, crawling to sit between them. He paid no mind to the salacious manner in which your sundress rode up.
"Get off me!" You hiss as try to move away.
But he uses his free hand to grab your chin, giving you little room to fight him.
And for the first time in two years, you stared into his carmine eyes. They weren't angry like you expected them to be. Instead, there was something else, something you couldn't quite explain.
"Stop fighting me." He says. And it was then that you were able to figure out what that look was.
Longing.
He missed you, but he didn't want to say it. And it was at that moment that you thought about how you missed him too in a strange sense. How you kissed the heat he expelled and sent to you. How much his hands had calloused from repeated use of his quirk.
Even the way the freckles on his stupidly handsome face had faded. Into almost nothing from how often he wore his mask now.
It was even more noticeable as he leaned down closer to you. Closing the short distance until your senses filled with every piece of him.
The way his cheeks were turning a dusty rose color as he dipped his head down. So close that you swore you could feel his lips touch yours as he spoke.
"You didn't miss me?" He asks softly against your lips. "Not even a little princess?"
Before you let your mind wander about it any longer you snap yourself back to reality. Dropping your hands away from pushing on his body you panic. Using your feet and hands to push yourself away from him and up the bed.
Focused on putting space between the two of you before you said or did something you would regret.
"The hell is wrong with you?" He snaps grabs your ankle and pulls you back down the bed.
And you know that if he really wanted to stop you, it would have been too easy for him. But he simply lets go when he sees you trying to kick your foot free of his hold. The smile on his face dropped into a frown at your change in mood.
“I’m over this already.” You yell at him.
Rolling off the bed you grab what you can from your bag. Making sure you grab a pair of pajamas before you leave the room. You finally snatch the pair of panties hanging from his hand. Shoving past his massive figure and into the hall. Rounding the small corner into the bathroom, slamming the door shut behind you.
You throw back the curtain to the shower and spin the knobs. Letting the sound of rushing water takes up space in the small room before you turn to the mirror. Looking at your reflection you can’t help but notice your hair is a mess, and you look a little sweaty. Your skin was already feeling overheated from the close encounter in the bedroom.
You wanted nothing more than to wipe the memory from your mind. And as soon as the water was hot, you tear off your clothes with a frustrated huff, letting them fall to the floor. Once you were inside the shower you pulled the curtain closed. Ready to let the hot water wash away the sudden feeling of dirt covering your skin.
You soaked in the hot water for as long as you could stand it. Taking your time under the scalding temperature. All in an attempt to wash away the horrible mood he left you with.
But nothing was quite aiding you in wiping the feeling of having him so close. Your mind. The way he felt, was solid and heavy as he bared his weight on you. Or how his hands were still just as rough as you remember.
You refused to let him plague your mind any more than he had already managed to. This was only day one, and you already wished you were back home. Anywhere but in Katsuki’s house. Or in his shower, forced to use his stupid shampoo and body wash.
Even if it smelled good, you wanted nothing to do with it.
If you spent half an hour or three in the shower you don't know. But by the time you finally shut off the water and pull back the curtain, you can't help but feel overheated and dizzy.
It was a bad habit you have always done. Made your showers too hot and then spent forever soaking in the warmth. The only problem was that it dried out your skin and left you feeling lightheaded by the end.
The air in the bathroom was thick with humidity as you wrap the towel around your body and step out of the shower. Swiping a hand across the mirror, only to watch it instantly fog back up.
With a huff, you crack the door and let some cooler air into the small space. And it felt nice when the chilled air of the home hit your heated skin. Finally allowing you to take a deep breath and stop your head from spinning out of control.
You work on fixing your hair, now more manageable that it was wet. Placing it in the normal style you were so used to doing, you start your nighttime routine.
Moisture, moisture, moisture. Every inch of skin. It was time-consuming, but worth it for the results. You then set about finding the blemishes on your face and putting cream on them. The painful pimples would hopefully be gone in a day or two thanks to the new patches you placed over them.
Then the last thing you did was finally put on your pajamas. Slipping into the well-worn and loved set you made sure you grabbed. The stupid set comforted you, even if the world around you made you uneasy. You've had them for so long that they really should be thrown away. It had holes everywhere and was almost see-through. But you just couldn't force yourself to part with them yet.
And by the time you finally leave the bathroom, the house was quiet. More than you thought it should be with the foul-mouth anger machine. Lurking around somewhere. It was evening now, with the sun finally settling on the horizon. The house was bathed in the golden glow of the sun saying its goodbye for the day.
It made the older house that was your temporary home look that much more charming. The creaky floors and old style of the wallpaper seemed like a lovely reminder. This house was loved at one point. Probably filled with the laughter of small children. And family dinners gathered around a large table.
A place that someone called home before Katsuki bought it.
As you walk down the hallway you see the light in the kitchen shining brightly. Dimming the glow of the fading light from the uncovered windows. The smell of strong spices and the quiet bang of pans drew you closer to the area.
You are met with the pleasant surprise of Katsuki cooking. Wrapped up in his tasks of chopping vegetables and stirring food in a pan. Lost in his own little world unaware of the way you lingered in the doorway and watched him.
Wiping his hands clean and throwing the small towel to lie on his shoulder before he picks back up the spatula. Gently stirring the sizzling food, he takes a moment to pick up his phone and reply to a text.
He looked so calm, and in his element in this kitchen. It was a rare sight to see, nothing obscuring his face other than a faint smile. You remember the way he used to cook for you when your mother had to work late. Coming over to your house and raiding your fridge to make a meal just for the two of you.
Working just like this, but keeping a small conversation going on with you. Falling into a weird domestic situation, like you were playing house or something.
"Grab plates and make yourself useful." He says as he locks his phone and slides it back into his pocket.
He doesn't look over at you, and you feel a shutter of uneasiness creep up your spine. How the hell did he even know you were there?
But you shake off the feeling and push yourself off the doorframe. Heading into the kitchen to help as much as he would allow. Taking an educated guess. That this kitchen was set up very close to what his mothers was, where he kept everything. And you were right mostly.
The entire kitchen was laid out almost identically to the one at his childhood home. Which brought up more questions for you as you pull two plates from the cabinet and set them beside the stove. Taking the time to find the cups and filling them with a nice cold drink for you both.
"Did you really organize your kitchen like your mom's?" You ask giggling at the thought.
"Who the hell do you think organized her kitchen in the first place?" He snaps back while he picks up the first plate and slides a portion of food onto it.
By the time you had filled the cups and pulled out the utensils to eat. He was already sliding both plates onto the table. Not bothering to wait on you to sit down before he takes his seat. The two of you eating in a skyward silence to start. Unwilling to be the first one to open your mouth and say something to him. Nothing but the soft hum of the refrigerator filling up with ice. And the birds chirping in the evening sky made noise.
That was until he decided to speak up.
“There are rules while you are here.” He says in a casual tone, finally looking up from his plate to meet your eyes.
You had assumed that he would have some basic rules he would want you to follow while you were here. But if you knew Katsuki, then you also knew that he was strict when it came to people following the rules he had.
“What would those be?” you ask with the same tone. Unwilling to let him crawl under your skin for the millionth time today.
“Rule one.” he holds up a finger. “You are not to leave this house unless I’m with you.” Holding up a second finger he rattles off another demand. “Rule two, I’m not your maid so you better remember how to clean up after yourself.”
“I’m not messy!” you snap at him, but all he does is roll his crimson eyes at you.
“Rule three, give me your phone.” He stops long enough to hold out his hand waiting for the device still in your pocket.
“No,” you answer firmly, you weren't going to be locked in a house with this man with no way to talk to anyone else.
But he doesn’t take your answer well. In an instant, he stands from his seat on the other side of the table. And walks calmly over to you, hand still open and waiting for you to drop the device into it. But you just as quickly jump from your seat and try to use the chair as a buffer.
“Rule four.” he snaps quickly, knocking the chair out of the way and invading your space faster than you can blink. “You do as I fuckin tell you to, I won’t repeat myself.”
The worst part about this entire situation was the fact he wasn’t raising his voice. He didn’t have a single ounce of anger gracing his face. He was calm and talking normally. And for some bizarre reason that scared you more than any villain ever could. Given the fact, you stood no chance of winning a fight with him. And how he already knew every way he could push your buttons.
You still wanted to push.
“No, you're not cutting me off from the rest of the world Katsuki.”
You stood your ground, despite the fact your legs were starting to feel like jelly. You were a grown-ass adult. He had no right or reason to try and take away your belongings like you were some spoiled child!
“You have until the count of three.”
The look on his face is anything but threatening, but that is what makes this entire thing worse. You knew what to expect and how to react when he was angry. It gave you a chance to jab at him and make his anger spike. More times than not you would be able to argue with him. Enough that he would storm off and forget what the original point of the argument even was.
But you had no clue how to handle this.
“One.” He says low, waiting for you to cave already. “Two,” He counts once again.
You force your body to move before your brain has a chance to talk you out of it. Quickly bolting for the door and running down the hall, his heavy footsteps on your trail. There wasn’t even a huff or yell of frustration leaving him as you rush your way into his bedroom. And jump onto the bed, crawling your way across the mattress to create some much-needed space.
“Three.” You hear him growl from the bedroom door.
You feel him on you before your eyes ever see him. Already throwing you back onto the bed with a harsh thud. At least it didn’t hurt when he manhandled you here. The memory foam of his mattress makes a perfect pillow to cushion your body. The room was bathed in darkness, the only light that could be seen was filtering in from the hallway. Casting an almost eerie glow into the room.
But you could feel him, as he crawled his way onto the bed, holding you still as he crept closer. Each time you struggle you sink further into the mattress. His extra weight only dipped your body lower into it. It was useless to try and fight against him, but you refused to go down without a fight. Shoving your hand into your pocket before he has a chance to reach his in to brag about your phone.
“Stop Katsuki!” you plead, letting that tiny pang of fear take over.
But he doesn’t listen, instead, he grabs your arms and forces your hand out of your pocket. Your phone still clutched in a death grip between your fingers. It takes no energy for him to subdue you. Rending your motionless underneath him. His strong legs straddle your smaller frame. One hand on yours prying your phone away as his other hand snatches your face up. His thumb digs into your cheek as he holds your head still. His massive fingers spread out over the other cheek in a grip you couldn’t ignore.
“Why do you always have to act like a fucking brat?” He asks in that same calm tone, and you can’t ignore the way the goosebumps cover your skin. “I’m trying to protect you, idiot.”
Once you open your eyes again they finally adjusted to the low light around you. Giving his towering figure a shape along with the blazing red irises that were locked onto you. Without breaking eye contact he takes your phone and powers it off. Before sliding it into his pocket, the soft clack of your phone hitting his as he lets go of it.
“I’m not a little kid anymore! I don’t need you to save me!” You feel the hot sting of tears welling up in your eyes as you yell in his face.
This wasn’t fair! You never asked for this, any of this to happen. Your life was going great until that fucking wolf came along and decided to set his sights on you. You had a life, a career! Everything you could have wanted. And the best part was that it was hundreds of miles away from the smart-ass pro hero. Who used to bully and belittle you as a kid.
“Like it or not we are stuck together until this fucker is locked up. And I refuse to break my winning streak of taking down these lame-ass villains, not even for you. So be a good girl and do as I fucking tell you to.” He dips his head as he speaks his face hovering just above yours. And you swear that you can feel the heat of his body rise the closer he gets to your face.
“Fuck you Katsuki,” You whisper, but even in the low light, you catch the way his lips twist into a smile.
“Here’s the thing.” He starts, his voice carrying the smug tone you hated so much. “Princesses like you always need to be saved. So instead of fighting me as you have all your life. Maybe you should start being a little fucking thankful I’m willing to risk my life. To make sure you're comfortable.”
He rolls off of you without another word, finally giving you a moment to breathe. Rolling his shoulders as he stands from the bed. Walking over to the dresser and rifles through a couple of drawers. Before slamming them shut, and walking out the door. You only catch his shadow playing on the wall as he turns the light on in the bathroom and slams the door shut. A moment later the sound of running water could be heard.
You didn’t care what he said.
Rolling over you scoot to the furthest possible side of the bed facing the wall. Pulling the covers up and over you as you get comfortable. If the first day was already this bad how were you ever going to make it a week? Closing your eyes you let your silent tears fall. Refusing to let him hear the way your heart was already sinking at the feeling of being trapped here with him.
This entire day just proved to you that he hadn’t changed a single bit in the years you spent apart. You were nothing more to him than someone he thought he needed to protect. And he was still the biggest bully you would ever know.
You only hope that this wolf guy was dumb enough to get caught quickly. So you could go back to a normal, Katsuki-free life.
This is a must read. If you don’t read it kindly you suck and your loss. If you do read it I’m sorry you must now read everything other fic from @trashpotatoess and be as obsessed as I am. Yes even LOAH, it’s a mind fuck that’s okay it’s sooo good.😭 Plus we have a support group. The most recent chapter was *chefs kiss* so good. Some may say exquisite.
BUT back to this fic is amazing friends to enemies to friends to lovers. Trashy (can I call you that? Gram gram feel too personal?) does an amazing job setting a scene and making you feel the characters emotions. I don’t know if I want to punch or love Suki yet. He’s got some control issues but they’re coming from the right place. He just needs a friend to help him talk to women. The way he’s protective of reader already breaks my heart 😭❤️
Boyfriend Bakugou forces you to go to bed early because he literally cannot function past 9 pm but also needs you by his side so he can fall asleep. Demanding you put your phone down so he can snuggle against you, he squeezes you in his bulky arms, nuzzles the crook of your neck, and breathes you in long enough for all tension to leave his body, only for him to turn around and lie on his stomach as soon as he starts grazing slumber. A few moments later he’s already snoring, but the second you reach for your phone again he’s languidly kicking your feet under the covers and groggily muttering for you to go to sleep as well
i just know bakugou’s walls are covered in burn marks from him fucking you against the wall. sometimes your tight pussy wrapped around his cock is too much for him. he gets so caught up, he doesn’t even realize he just burned the wall
Sleeping Bakugou who’s resting his face on the small of your back while you lay stomach down, scrolling through your phone.
At one point, you shift into a slightly more comfortable position and he mistakes it for you leaving, arms tightening around you and cheek squishing harder into your body.
“Don’t you dare,” he mumbles out, his words muffled before his face relaxes once more and he drifts off again.
Contains: Poly Relationship. Porn with Plot. Slight soft dom tendencies, nipple play, biting, DP, one hole, unprotected sex, voyeurism (kinda), fingers in mouth. Pet names/nicknames: baby girl, good girl, baby, princess, Tink (per Bakugo), slut.
Summary: You were assigned to work with Kirishima and Bakugo as a part of your support course training at UA. What you didn't plan on was developing crushes on the hero course couple and you certainly weren't prepared for them to have crushes on you but, it's funny how things progress and life happens.
SMUT happens post UA.
W/C: 5,395
A/N: This stemmed from a conversation that @thepuckishrogue and I had the other night. I hope you all enjoy these two beefcakes as much as we do <3 I really didn't edit this at all, by the way.
It was nearly three in the morning by the time Eijiro unlocked his front door. He'd showered at the agency after his patrol because there was no way he wanted to risk waking up you and Katsuki. And, to further ensure he didn't, Eijiro tiptoed as quietly as he could through the house.
Removing his shoes, setting them to the left of yours as he always did. He didn't bother turning on any lights, he knew his home perfectly by now and certainly didn't need any lights to tell him where to go. Leaving his bag slung over one of the dining room chairs since the table was covered in your gadgets and other work before making his way down the hall to the bedroom.
When he nudged open the door, his heart swelled at the sight before him as it did damn near every time he laid eyes on the two people he loved most in the world.
Katsuki was starfished out as he usually was with arms and legs splayed wide, leaving you clinging to his body like a little koala.
You'd all been together for roughly seven years though, he'd been with Kat for just a year longer. It didn't really matter though, he was head over heels for the both of you, just as much as he'd been at 17. The girl from the support course that he and Katsuki had been assigned to, charged with helping them with all their technical and support item needs.
He thought you were cute as a button, he couldn't help it, and Katsuki was quick to catch onto his crush, we have to work with her so don't make it weird, Shitty Hair. So, he did his best to keep things strictly professional, just like a real pro would do.
His best lasted a day, 25 hours to be exact.
"You're ripping these sleeves to shreds every other day, Kirishima!"
Just because you'd been recently assigned to each other, didn't mean you didn't know about him. It was just that you specifically were now tasked with fixing his sleeves and anything else they needed.
"I-I can't help it!" He told you standing in the doorway of UA's lab, "I use my arms, like, a lot! And the fabric rips no matter how careful I am! And if I have to go Unbreakable, yeah, there's nothing left of 'em at that point."
He could feel the heat rising in his cheeks as he watched your nose crinkle with thought. Damn if it wasn't the most adorable thing watching you work. The way you paced around examining, muttering words he didn't even understand, he even thought the pen kept constantly behind your ear was cute! He was a goner.
"Alright. I'm gonna figure this out! I just know it. I just gotta think... I'll have another pair of these ready for you tomorrow, two actually so you have a spare, so swing by before training but, I'm gonna make something that'll actually last you. Might take me a while though."
And it did. Not days, not weeks, even after a month you hadn't figured it out completely. Bogged down with other tasks and assignments. Eijiro didn't mind though. It gave him an excuse to visit you, to get more sleeves, and also to check up on your progress. Sitting with you to keep you company and helping when you let him.
"That can't all be for you?" Katsuki caught him walking out of the lunchroom for the third day in a row that particular week.
"Uh, it isn't. Y/N, she's been working really hard trying to update my suit, and, well, she usually works through lunch. Figured if she's working that hard for me, bringing her brain fuel is the least I can do. Wanna come too?"
Anyone else, anyone but Katsuki Bakugo, would have been jealous of how much time their boyfriend was spending with another person. But, Eijiro knew damn well Katsuki had a crush on you too. He saw it in Katsuki's eyes when they'd gone to pick up a prototype gauntlet you made for him.
Hatsume was hovering, pointing out other attachments and modifications you could have made to better your baby. You kept quiet, kept focused only on Katsuki, fitting the gauntlet to his arm, making a minor adjustment here or there, and letting her babble incessantly the entire time.
When she touched him though, touched the item you created, Katsuki looked ready to blow her mouth off but you beat him to it.
"Alright, I need you to back off! He's assigned to me, not you. Why don't you worry about the 500 projects you have for Iida and Midoriya before you go worrying about what I'm doing for these two. Okay?"
She walked off in a huff, muttering about how you needed to be more creative while you just kept working and Katsuki, well, he was grinning like a damn fool.
"Fine! Yeah, I like her! That what you wanna hear? I'm with you though! Not gonna leave you just because I got some crush!"
He'd badgered Katsuki the whole way back to their dorms that night, Eijiro kissed him because he was so damn cute when he was flustered. "Katsuki, you don't have to leave me to be with her you know."
At first, Katsuki balked at what he was insinuating, but, if the redhead was being honest, he hadn't been able to stop thinking about the both of you for weeks now. But, he let his boyfriend sit with the idea for a while, meanwhile, he just kept building a friendship with you.
Until one morning, a Sunday, his day off, his phone started to ring at five in the morning. There were very few people he'd answer for that early, you just happened to be one of them. "Y/N? You good?"
"Kiri! Kiri, I did it! I figured it out! I'm outside, I didn't think, I just sort of came right to your dorm but now I'm thinking that probably isn't really allowed this early but I've got your sleeves, you know, the ones that have been a massive pain in my ass for like three months, and I'm out here because I didn't think about what time it was. I just finished at the lab and came right over-"
He opened the front door and you stopped your word vomit. "Get inside! It's cold this morning."
You both quietly moved through the dorm, whispered giggles in the elevator all the way up to his room where he slipped the fabric onto his arms while you went over specs and technical jargon that were utterly lost on him.
"Okay, now, it's not invincible," You were telling him, "But, it's the most elastic material I could put together but was still able to withstand the texture of your skin in its most rigid state. Now, as that increases, I'll probably have to make more modifications, probably find a new material altogether with the way your progression has been over the last year alone but," You finally took a breath, "but, for now, I think this should work. I hope it'll work..."
You looked up at him with wide, eager eyes. "Could you try it, please?"
He'd been hanging on every word you'd said, so caught up in the sound of your excitement that he had to shake himself from the trance you put him under and shift the skin on his arms.
You moved around him, manipulating his arms this way and that, something he'd gotten very used to in the last couple of months. "Okay, so far so good. But, we both know this is practically child's play for you. I need to know if this can stand up to your Unbreakable."
"I won't go that far in my dorm. I can be a bit clunky when I get like that, and just, big."
Of course, you knew that though. You'd watched their training enough times to know his skillset.
"Yeah, I figured you'd say that." The small pout of your lower lip while you inspected your work had this heart aching. So, he pushed himself just a little further. The collar of his shirt ripped and the little gasp you let out in shock sent an ache right to another body part.
He ignored it though, as best he could at least, and instead looked at his arms. He could see the jagged ridges, the plates of his skin that would usually be poking through were well contained. "I'll be damned. You really did it!"
"Did you doubt me, Kirishima?"
"No, not for a second."
You'd been running a hand down his arm, looking for any kind of tears or split seams, thrilled that you couldn't feel any sharp edges when Kirishima's door opened. "Shitty Hair! The sun's not even fuckin' up what the hell- Oh. Oh, you're here."
"Bakubro look!" He held out his arms, "Y/N did it!" He hugged his boyfriend with his quirk active despite Katsuki trying to shove him off.
You hurried over to your bag. "I didn't forget about you, Bakugo."
"I don't need any modifications."
"Just because you don't need them doesn't mean I'm going to not keep trying to help you."
Eijiro couldn't even hide his shit-eating grin.
"These are strictly experimental and should only be tested outside for the time being." You gently passed him three glass vials. "You already store your sweat in its original form inside your gauntlets which is great for those big attacks but I got to thinking, what if you could have more of a surprise element, something that would help you with stealth."
"'M not really a stealth kinda fighter... quiet ain't me."
"This might be able to change that. See, I think I've found a way to transform your sweat into a gaseous form. A sort of vapor trapped inside these little vials. My rough analysis estimates they linger in about a twenty-foot area for about two minutes without losing potency. And the gas can live within the vial itself for close to a week without losing potency."
He held the seemingly empty glass tube up to eye level. "So, find a way to distribute the gas prior to a fight and-"
"Boom." You and Kiri said together.
"You really only need a tiny spark to set it off but if you ignite it with an AP Shot, I'm estimating an increased damage range of 30-40%."
Eijiro's eyes darted between the two of you, waiting for Katsuki to say something but, his boyfriend only turned on his heel. "Okay. Just keep it down in here. Some of us are still trying to sleep."
And that look that washed over you, that settled into your eyes when Katsuki shut the door behind him, Eijiro decided at that moment he hated it. "I- I thought he'd be happy. He's always looking for new ways to apply his quirk and improve his technique..."
"Hey, I'm sure Bakugo's gonna really like it. He's just grumpy when his beauty sleep is interrupted."
You nodded your head but sure as hell didn't look like you believed him. "Well, I'll let you go back to sleep, Kirishima," You gathered up your bag, throwing it over your shoulder, "If you need anything else, ya know where to find me."
He thanked you about a dozen more times while walking you back to your dorm before marching back to his own and practically knocking down Katsuki's door.
"The fuck is your problem!"
"My problem! What's my problem! She worked hard on those and the best you can do is, Okay, keep it down." He mocked and took off his croc, "Seriously, man, what's wrong with you!" Launching the shoe at him.
"I didn't ask her to do it!"
"So! People can still do nice things for someone without being asked and, it's a really good idea!"
"Yeah, I know it is."
"I'm surprised you hadn't thought of something like it already. You should really be thankful."
"Yeah, I know, I am."
"Y/N looked so tired, bet she stayed up all night again working on stuff probably because of us."
"I said I fuckin' know!"
Eijiro stopped talking then, watched his boyfriend pull his knees up to his chest and look out his window. "Crap, Kats, you actually really like her, don't you?"
"'M not good with these things, Ei. Never have been."
Eijiro sat at the foot of his bed, a hand coming to rest atop his with a soft smile on his face because he, of all people, had first-hand experience knowing how not good Katsuki could be with these things. "You're getting better every day though. You can admit to liking her. That's a pretty big improvement!"
"Yeah, but every time I wanna say something nice to her it gets stuck in my throat! So, I don't say anything and I look like a bigger jackass than I already am!"
He just leaned forward, kissing Katsuki's brow before promising him that they'd work on it together. And it was a promise Eijiro took very seriously.
It took a while, but, Katsuki eventually did start opening up to you. Letting you see little bits of himself outside of the lab. He even started joining you and Eijiro for lunch, beating him once or twice and already in conversation with you by the time Eijiro arrived.
The day he gave you a nickname, Eijiro was smiling from ear to ear. "Always messing with something... tinkering... damn tinkerer... Tink."
Eijiro noticed Katsuki's training times had lengthened and Midoriya, whom he usually stayed late to train with, was already back at the dorms. "Tink, she wanted to learn some basic hand-to-hand combat stuff. Mentioned it once during lunch, so I, ya know, offered to help."
He couldn't have been more proud of Katsuki's progress.
Before he knew it, you weren't just befriending Katsuki but the rest of their little group of friends too. Soon enough, the boys didn't just see you for hero needs or in the lab but simply because they wanted to. Inviting you to movie nights and shopping trips. Anything they could do to be around you and you were always in such a wonderful mood around them, all smiles and laughter. Welcoming hugs and playful touches.
Things were great, like, really great. And that was why Eijiro had been so damn confused the day he heard crying coming from Mina's dorm. "-they're with each other so why do I feel like this? It's so fucking stupid, Mina! 'M gonna ask someone to switch pairs with me, I can't do it anymore."
That look on your face when Katsuki broke your heart months ago in his dorm had nothing on that moment. Eijiro felt the world slip under him, felt everything slipping through his very fingers. He burst through Katsuki's door. "We've got a problem!"
The pair raced back to Mina's room but just found her alone in the room. "I just walked Y/N out but, guys, I think we should talk-"
"Later!" Eijiro shouted. Bakugo already pushing the door open to the stairwell hoping to catch you.
"Tink!" Eijiro heard him yelling after you, saw you turn and wipe your cheek trying to hide the evidence of what happened in Mina's room.
"H-hey guys, what's up?"
"W-wh..." Katsuki choked on the words again but before Eijiro had a chance to explain, Katsuki finally got them out, "We like you too."
You looked dumbfounded. Taking a step back from Katsuki, your head shaking with confusion.
"He's right," Eijiro added once he caught up, "We both like you, like, a lot."
"Both of you?" They nodded in sync, "Like me?" Nods, "But, you're with each other..."
Eijiro was the one to propose the idea of a poly relationship to you, and like Katsuki, you needed time to think, to process. They could practically see the gears turning in your head trying to sort it all out.
"Take all the time you need. And whatever you decide, we'd still like to be friends, if that's alright."
You gave a weak little nod and that was the last they saw of you for two whole weeks.
Katsuki was grumbling something in the evening about how he was going to sabotage one of this own gauntlets just so he had an excuse to see you when they felt the ground rumble. Everyone looked outside and saw the three dorms furthest way collapsing, the fourth starting to shake violently.
"Villians?" Someone asked.
"Feels like an earthquake!"
But panic overtook both guys because they knew the second building, that was your dorm. One look shared between the two was all it took, both of them racing towards the rubble remains.
Katsuki was faster, explosions propelling him forward. Eijiro had to stop along the way despite not wanting to. The fourth building was cracking, falling in large chunks and students were still running for cover. He shifted, holding up as much of the entryway as he could until the last of them were out.
By the time he caught up with Katsuki, you were already bundled up in his arms. Blood coated the right side of your face, trickling down onto Katsuki. He could see your shirt torn open, blood pooling from there as well. "I-Is she?" He was so scared to even ask.
"Her pulse is fine. Passed out a second before you got here. Just gotta get her to Recovery Girl. Gotta get her for a lot of people..." Katsuki gingerly passed you over to him. He didn't even have time to process how small you looked in his arms because he could feel the warmth of your blood from another wound on your back. "Take her somewhere safe and be mindful of aftershocks. There are more still inside."
He remembered telling Katsuki to be careful before taking you and a few others off to safety.
An infirmary had been set up in one of the gyms, temporary sleeping quarters in another since six dormitories in all had been destroyed in the earthquake.
Recovery Girl assured them both that you'd be fine, maybe some scars but fine. They still refused to leave your side until you woke up though. And, by the following morning, you had stirred. Eijiro hugged you before your eyes had opened fully, Katsuki had to shove him back, reminding him that you were probably sore as hell.
You muttered something about how fast Katsuki had been, how gentle Eijiro was when he held you, he hadn't even been aware you knew he did that... but you grabbed both their hands, "Thank you. Both of you."
They intended on leaving you to rest now that they knew you were okay. But your hands tightened in theirs, "Stay, please."
And so you did. Together, you all stayed for the last seven years. The good and bad, you went through it all together.
Eijiro tugged off his shirt and tossed it along with his jeans into the hamper, letting his hair fall free of the tie he had it back in while memory after memory played through his mind.
You could feel the bed dip beside you under Eijiro's weight, never able to get that deep sleep until both your husbands were home safe and sound. You smiled sleepily when he placed a kiss on your temple, carefully leaning over you to give Kat one too.
Most nights, he'd settle in beside you, snores quickly filling your bedroom but some nights, like tonight, he was restless. Too much energy that he didn't burn off during the day. On one hand, that meant work was quiet, on the other, he'd be fidgeting for hours unless something was done.
And so you rolled off Katsuki and into Eijiro, "Eiji, baby,"
"Awe, lovebug, did I wake ya?"
You shook your head, "You know I don't really sleep 'til you're home."
He wrapped thick arms around you. "You've gotta quit doin' that."
Your nose crinkled. "You've known me for how long? You really think my sleep habits are gonna change now?" His rumbling laugh was quiet but you could see his eyes crinkle at the corners even in the darkness. It was such a small feature, the subtlest sign of aging and it filled you with warmth. "You should get some sleep, Ei."
"I don't think I'm gonna be able to yet. Not that tired."
"Want me to help with that?" Kissing the hollow of his throat, moving to the junction of his shoulder and neck, one hand snaking between your bodies so your thumb could brush his nipple. Teasing him in the best ways that had him squeezing you tighter. "Is that a yes, Eiji?"
He slipped a meaty thigh between your legs, bumping it up to rub against your core so you'd give him your little gasps he'd always been weak for. "When you give me such a compelling offer, how's a guy supposed to say no?"
Eijiro drew you closer, smiling before his lips met yours as they so often did. It was a familiar dance that you loved. The way his sharp teeth would so gently tug on your lower lip when he rolled on his back, placing you atop him. His hands grinding you down by the fat of your hips letting you rut against him while you kissed down the center of his chest, playing with each nipple and hearing him hiss before returning to his neck.
"Think I should wake up Kit-Kat?"
"Let 'em sleep, baby girl, he's only got an hour before he wakes up anyway."
The two of you scooted to the far side of the large bed, hoping your activities wouldn't wake up your blonde husband. It was one thing to wake him up for sex but another thing entirely if he was woken up by sex.
Eijiro marveled when you pulled off your shirt, well, Katsuki's shirt technically. Letting it slide soundlessly onto the floor while he brought your tits to his mouth. Swirling his tongue around sensitive nipples before playfully nipping them, sucking harder when your hand dipped below his waistband and wrapped around his hard cock.
Biting down on the fatter part to suppress a sinful moan with how you stroked him, swiping the pre that had accumulated all around his head before gliding all the way down to his base and back up again.
He let you tease and play, bouncing you still on his thigh until he couldn't take anymore. Eijiro flipped you onto your stomach, his hands running over your skin, the curves and divots he knew by heart, and hooked his fingers into the flimsy band of your panties. With a single hardened finger, the fabric tore without a single sound. "You didn't really like these, did you?" His breath was hot on the back of your neck, kissing just behind your ear when you whined. "Yeah, I didn't think so."
His cock rested playfully between your ass cheeks, moving ever so slightly, his hips lazily rocking while he explored with his mouth, making you moan when his thumbs ran over the sides of your tits, and sending goosebumps all over when he kissed your back, halfway down and just slightly off-center, where you had the faintest scar from the earthquake Katsuki pulled you from.
Finally, his fingers made it back to your hips and he hiked your ass right up in the air, those fingers gathering the slick he'd caused and spreading your folds so they could dip inside. "Did Kit-Kat play with you before bed?"
You shook your head. "He had a headache so I got him off so he could go to sleep."
Eijiro pulled you up to him, your back to his front. "We have the best little wife," His fingers sinking in deeper, "You know that, don't you?" Fingers curling against that sweet spot. Eijiro has to use his other hand to cover your mouth. "Oh, I know it feels good but you've gotta stay quiet. Nod if you understand. Yeah, that's my good girl."
He brought the hand slowly down your body, trailing over your nipple, squeezing it just slightly before abandoning them to pay close attention to your clit.
You had to bite down on your lip to stop your cries, screwing your eyes shut while Eijiro set his pace. Just as he felt you tip over the edge, your walls spasming around his digits, he removed them leaving you empty for only a second before popping the head of his cock in your dripping hole.
"Fuck! Eiji-!" You tasted yourself on the fingers he was quick to shove in your mouth.
"Baby girl, I told you, you've gotta be quiet so you don't wake Kat. You've gotta listen."
He sank you down further on his cock, your walls still fluttering around him, still toying with your clit. Eijiro was halfway in when his teeth pieced your shoulder and a moan ripped from the both of you. While he was busy fucking you through your first orgasm, you had your tongue coiling around his fingers. Licking and sucking your juices right off him, starting to bounce your hips, eager to hit that high again.
"Shit, you feel so damn good, so fuckin' good. Take my cock perfectly every damn time." He jammed his fingers further in your mouth, "Take 'em, babe, I know you can." Biting your neck this time so you squirmed on his dick. "Fuckin' perfect's what you are. Ngh, yeah."
The sounds of wet, sloppy skin filled the air around you, and yet the both of you were too engrossed in the other to notice the glaring set of garnet eyes watching the show.
Katsuki thought it might have been a dream at first, one that had him groggily waking up with a painfully stiff cock. He watched with eyes slightly unfocused, Eijiro lifting you up, your tits on full display for him. His husband's fingers buried deep inside your cunt, all nice and warm. Mmm. He wanted to be all nice and warm.
He palmed his own cock when Eijiro told you to be quiet, so thoughtful and you were trying so hard to for his sake. Gods, he loved the both of you so damn much. He wrapped his fingers around himself when your body twitched, and when Eiji teased you with his fat cock, he smirked. But, it was when the redhead shoved those long, thick fingers right in your mouth that Katsuki started pumping.
He took you both by surprise, how quickly he moved to pull you forward towards him. "Get those fingers out of your mouth right now. I got something else you need to suck on." Katsuki tapped your cheek and Eijiro slipped his fingers free.
"Sorry, babe."
"No, you're fuckin' not."
Eijiro laughed, fully this time, no longer needing to hold back. He slammed into you from behind just as Katsuki entered your mouth making him collide with the back of your throat in one go.
"I guess work was uneventful?"
"Ngh, yeah, boring night."
They talked nonchalantly above you. Katsuki's hands teasing your tits so you'd moan around his dick for him. And after a minute or two, Eijiro stopped holding up his end of the conversation. "She got you feelin' good, huh?" The larger man whimpered, "It's so easy to please you, lay the fuck back."
"But-"
"Take her with you, dumbass."
He pulled himself from your mouth with a pop. Strings to spit fell down your chin and the shift in positions had you moaning, now laying on Eijiro's chest while Katsuki loomed above you both, "You blew me right to sleep, Princess. I didn't get to fuck you earlier. Be our good little slut and take us both in one go, yeah?"
It wasn't something you often did. You saved it for when you didn't have to work the next day because of how sore you always were but Kat knew your schedule, knew it was your day off, and so you muttered, "Y-yeah, y-es, sir."
Katsuki went slow, he had to with how full Eijiro already had you. "Damn, Kat. Don't fuckin' break her."
"I got 'er."
You could feel them both sliding into you, Eijiro had an arm around your middle, his other hand was smoothing back your hair while he whispered about how well you took them both. Katsuki's tongue toying with your nipple to aid in distracting you, scarred fingers on your clit, so very different from Eijiro's rough calloused ones and yet, making your moan all the same.
All three of you were panting, coming to a rest with both men stuffed inside you, both pausing to check on you, waiting for the okay to continue on.
Small thrusts at first, barely snapping hips, working opposite each other so you were never left without. You'd tried lifting your head, wanting to see them both but Katsuki hit your sweet spot with a snicker making your head fall back on Eijiro's chest again.
Eijiro barely had to do anything at all, Katsuki's rocking had the two of you moving with him. Though, he did have to throw a hand back, onto the floor, to keep the three of you stable and not let Katsuki fuck you all right off the bed.
The blonde rested his head right between your breasts. "Damn it, Eiji, you're so fuckin' big. Can feel every inch in here. You take it so fuckin well, Princess."
You watched Eijiro run a loving hand through ashy blonde locks. "Yeah, we love you too." Their cocks twitched at the statement.
He gave a hard thrust and you both grunted. "Shut up, Shitty Hair. Or I'll make you cum right fuckin' now."
This time you felt the laugh bubble from Eijiro, "Yeah, think I'm gonna be doing that regardless." He lifted his hips, lifting both you and Katsuki on a slight incline so he could fuck properly. "Maybe I'll take you with me."
A large hand held you in place while he thrust, his voice, low in your ear. "Come on, baby, let's make 'em cum."
"Guys, oh shit, ah fuck!"
Both of them felt you squeeze their dicks, pushing them closer together. Eijiro's hand went right to your clit, his hips picking up the pace while Katsuki latched onto the opposite tit this time moving his own hips, matching Eijiro perfectly. Hitting you so deeply, Eijiro's cock reaching just a bit further.
"'M not gonna last," Eijiro grunted and his teeth on your shoulder sent you over the edge. Katsuki groaned feeling the two of you let go and joining in. Before Katsuki collapsed on your stomach, he pulled Eijiro back fully on the bed so he could properly relax.
You were effectively sandwiched between the two, Eijiro waited for Katsuki to settle and then wound his arms around you both. "You've gotta get ready for patrol soon." His hands trailed down his spine.
"Don't remind me. Didja eat?"
"Had dinner around nine."
Katsuki kissed your cheek. "Did you work up an appetite, Princess Tink?"
The nickname had you smiling. "If you're making breakfast food, you know I'll eat."
"Gotta lemme outta your vice grip so I can make it to the kitchen."
You wrapped your arms behind Eijiro's back and let them both pull free with a grunt, "On second thought, showers to clean up this fuckin' mess, then food."
"Can I have pancakes with whipped cream?" Eijiro asked Katsuki who was already walking towards the bathroom.
He'd scooped you up in his lap, wiggling his eyebrows, knowing damn well your legs were shot. "Eiji, baby, no."
He pouted that adorable lower lip that could get him just about anything he wanted. "Maybe for dessert."
After a warm shower, Eijiro set you down on the sofa, pulling a dark blanket around you with a kiss atop your head.
"Thanks for putting on a show for me," Katsuki commented just to Eijiro when he walked into the kitchen. "Choking on your fingers was a nice fuckin' touch."
Eijiro kissed his cheek, "Thought I'd give you something fun to wake up to, Blasty. Glad you enjoyed it."
Summary: Inspired by an episode of AHS, reader summons demon for initial help but wont send him back to his universe without getting what she needs the most.
“Release me,” he asked… no begged her. Scarlet eyes glared down at her tinier frame. She just grinned as she stepped toward him, swirling expensive wine in her glass. Bakugo grunted behind, sharp bared teeth as he looked at her in disgust. The king hated that such a small… little… thing could have power over him. Bakugo felt humiliated, his pride shattered. He wondered if his queen back home could see the embarrassment in his face as a bratty little human bossed him around. “I did what you asked of me now, release me!!” Bakugo’s raspy voice echoed in her room that could barely fit his huge frame.
The human let out a sound of joy, sipping the blood-like drink as she staggered around him. Inspecting his enormous body from up close.
“Who else do you need me to kill?” The soft undertone of desperation tingled a heat of arousal on her clit. “I killed anyone you wanted to. For fuck sakes will you stop lookin at me like that!!!” He widened his crimson eyes at her and bared his teeth, hoping that she’d show at least a little amount of fear but she didn’t.
Instead, her clit pulsed and her pussylips wettened. Fuck how could he be so hot?
The bassinet behind them cried, a sign for Y/N that her child needed to be fed. She smirked and threw the glass to the side, a sharp shattering sounded and wine spilled like blood on the floor. Y/N walked past Bakugo’s impressive body, and straight toward the bassinet. Gently she lifted the baby out. Its green eyes big with tears, wild and green poofs of hair sweaty beneath his little beanie and his tiny nose scrunched.
“It's okay baby, mommy’s here.” She reassured while completely taking off her top. Bakugo wanted to look away but the way her boobs gravitated down after tearing off her bra, captivated him. The at first inconsolable baby latched on to her stiffened nipple and sucked for his food, its eyes closing in enjoyment. Bakugo scoffed and rolled his eyes. His hooves stomped down the laminated floors, creating minuscule cracks with every step.
“Did you kill her too?”
“The one with the cheeks?”
“Yes, that whore.”
“Made her head explode like a balloon.” Bakugo didn't mean to sound like he was bragging.
“And him?” She asked, rubbing her freshly manicured nail along the outline of her baby's face.
“I stayed back and watched the police take him, he wept like a little baby.”
She smiled, her mission succeeded. Eventually, Izuku would be found guilty for the murder of Tenya Iida, Kirishima Eijiro, Sero Hanta, Hitoshi Shinso, and most important, Ochaco Uraraka.
She did him a favor by keeping him alive, she wanted him to go crazy the way he made her, second guess everything in his being, and live with the long life guilt of the murders framed above his head. All thanks to Bakugou Katsuki, king of the underworld.
That's what cheaters and scammers get.
“Is this what you summoned me for?” Katsuki almost felt offended, and it was audible in his echoed words. “To kill a bunch of people?” His hooves clacked as he got closer, dull eyes looking at the small chunk of meat sucking on her nipple, feeding on her source. His next idea was to snatch it from her, threatening her that he would eat it if she didn't send him back.
But the careless look that gleamed in her eyes as they fell on his body, made him crave her. Crave her in a way he usually wants his queen back at home.
“Release. Me.”
She nodded, taking the baby from the latch on her tit and burping him.
“I will.” She promised while rocking the child side to side. Eventually, the baby burped sleepily and fell into a slumber.
“But I do want something in return.”
Bakugo growled and crossed his muscular arms over his chest. She placed her baby back in the bassinet and turned to Bakugo with a smirk. Her glittered lips stretched over her teeth as she slid her hands on his chest. His muscles were larger than a human could ever get, his skin a dark shade of red that ended right beneath his chin. His face had somewhat human features. Like his nose and ears but he had sharp teeth and vein-like stripes on the entire surface of his face, his eyes were fully red with pupils the size of sunflower seeds, on his forehead grew sharp horns that went up in a curve and faded from red to black. Behind him, he had large leather-like wings that curled over his shoulders whenever he was relaxed.
His bottom half was equally as large and muscled, his thighs had the same lines he had in his face, decorating the sharp muscles. His calves morphed into hooves of a strong animal and were decorated with red fur.
“Almost a year ago, one of your men possessed my husband and gave me a baby.”
Bakugo frowned. It may be true, he saw the fertility token beside her bed and figured it must've been one of his sons. They love fucking around with humans.
“Your kind is the only way I can get pregnant,” she had to stand on the tips of her toes, to grab the beads around his neck and angle his head down. “I want a baby and you’re giving me one.”
He huffed, his nostrils flaring as he glared at the human. “Will you release me?”
“Release and give release.” She walked her fingers on the outline of his pecs, stopping until she reached his navel. “Don’t you think that is a good idea? I send you back to your home and you give me your load.”
Bakugo was left next to nothing on choices, sure he could eat the baby human, threaten her that way. But it’d be no use if she didn’t perform the spell properly.
Y/N knelt before him, face directly in front of his crotch. Nimble, hungry fingers tore off the cloak that shielded his genitals. She moaned in awe and lust, this was a cock Izuku never could give her. It was roughly the size of a ripe cucumber, just as thick as well, its tip was a mushroom tip, build in sharp curves, and a leaking urethra. Down the base toward his balls, ran thickened veins that pumped the blood of his previous victims. He was so manly… So delicious. Something she’d never get from a human.
“Might keep you here forever with a cock like that,” she panted, slyly and slowly wrapping her fingers around the base. She pumped him up and down, watching how his foreskin moved back and forth, creating friction for the devilman. He tensed and she liked that reaction. She did it again, watching how thick, honeylike precum dribbled out of his tip. She moaned and brought her tongue forward, licking up the salty substance. Bakugo grunted at the contact, his dick twitching along.
“My my… How will this fit in my mouth,” she giggled, looking up at him with big eyes of faked innocence. She marked his dickhead with her lips, licking around his urethra, fueled by his harsh pants and grunts. Bakugo hissed his teeth, his eyes fluttering tightly shut at the sensation. Y/N hummed her way around the cockhead, watching his features tighten with pleasure as she pumped his cock with both of her hands twisting whenever she came close to his glans.
Bakugo thought back to his queen, she’d never done this. He’d seen the humans do it on earth but always thought it was because they were weak-minded. Now, that he himself was getting weak with pleasure, he never wanted to leave earth again. His head tolled on his shoulders and his hips bucked in the warmth of her gullet. Using one hand to keep her hair out of the way and the other to keep herself steady on his thigh, she lowered her head. Her throat contracted around him and he again bucked up in the wetness of her mouth. He was swimming in an ecstasy pool, his nerves buzzing like bees in the spring, building up the intensity of his impending climax.
Bakugo made a loud sound that was a mix between a moan and growl and if Y/N wasn’t as horny as she was, she’d be terrified. She wanted to tell him that he should cum on her face paint her with his seed, but drool was dribbling out the corners of her mouth and his cock began twitching. Eager for the taste she sucked faster. Bakugo looked down, all he saw was her thick mane of hair moving up and down with his movements.
“Damn you,” He whispered in what sounded like a low… whimper before he dragged her off of his cock. She sat back, licking her drool-covered lips while following the speed of his huge hand.
“Give it to me daddy, I want it so bad.” Bakugo’s eyes screwed shut, his jaw slanted and if he were clear-minded he’d be disgusted how aroused this human had made him. His wings flared and wind gushed across her hot face. The soft 'shlick' sound competed with her heavy panting and she needed it so desperately that she extended her tongue forward. Bakugo’s eyes drifted shut once again as he tapped his glans against the width of her awaiting tongue, causing spit and precum to spatter all over the place. He groaned again, unable to contain his ecstasy any longer. He flexed his legs as his muscles tightened, lurched forward as hot streams of cum shot out of him.
“Hmmm.” she moaned as the hot streams splattered against her face. Above her, the demon spasmed and shivered to ride on the waves of his high. “It is so warm, fuck I can't wait for you to pump me full.” She slid her fingers over her face, catching his sperm on her fingertips to bring them to her mouth, with her other hand she took a glob from her face and smeared them at her hardened areolas, flicking them so they’d be covered in sticky white cum.
Bakugo was left speechless as he tremored, watching her stand up while rubbing her nipples in his cum.
“Let me breed you.” He growled, his voice doubling around her room. She grinned and stood up to walk over toward the bed, but he was quicker and grabbed her by her waist. His long stiletto formed nails pressed against the sides of her waist as he pulled her back.
“I like it when it’s rough like this,” She grinned and placed her dainty hand on top of his huge one. “But this won't work, standing up I’m way too small.”
“Humans talk too much,” Bakugo complained and tore the denim off her pants off with one hand, while the other one kept forcing her to bend over.
“Oh hush,” she looked back with a smirk. Bakugo let his nail trace toward her asscheeks and down her pussy lips, pressing onto her wet hole to find her little clit. A clit much smaller than his queens. But as he rubbed it volts of pleasured electricity made her body spasm in his hold. Her mouth fell open in a high-pitched moan that made his cock stiffen back up almost immediately.
He slammed into her with a goal in mind, his strong hands lifted her by her hips as his thick cock bottomed out. She screamed in the palms of her hands when his tip reached her cervix.
“Fuck yeah! Gimme a baby, Bakugo.” The sound of his name rolling off her tongue motivated him to slam her down on his girth once again, using her as his personal fleshlight.
“You like that?” He growled as she spasmed in his hold. “Hah? You bratty little human--fuck?!” Y/N was already fucked dumb by the few times her g-spot was rubbed and she was sure her cervix was ruined by the time they’d finish. Her eyes cross and her lips part, thin strings of drool stringing out of her mouth while her tongue rolled out. The sound of her ass cheeks trashing onto his pelvis was lewd and becoming wet with her nectar of arousal, his hoves moved across the floors with every rough thrust.
Tears brimmed her lashline and threatened to spill out, every fiber in her being came alive before she could announce it her orgasm crashed onto her. She weakened in his hold, trembling and spasming, loud moans the only sound she could produce.
“Take it--...” Y/N’s flesh was getting bruised by the intensity he was slamming her down. “Take it how you wanted to.”
“Fuck!-- Wait!!” Bakugo didn't seem to care while he moved her up and down. Her feet were dangling above the floor while she desperately tried to find something to hold onto too.
“Bakugo!”
The demon ignored her pleas to slow down, instead, his thrusts grew rougher and out of rhythm, his sounds varying between harsh pants and low, predatory growls. Each squelch of her pussy triggered a shot of his precum to flow in her pussycanal, her head spinning by the sensation.
“You like that? Hmm, Brat? Throwing a damn fit just to be bred like an animal.” he spat, causing the hairs on her body to levitate. Each word was accompanied by a rough thrust, the tip of his cock kissing her womb each and every time.
The sensation was toe-curling, stomach-churning, and dumbifyingly good. His calloused palms burned against both of her cum covered tits as he rubbed them, and she let out a shaky wail as a reaction.
She was seeing stars, the rough and violent pace nearly making her faint. Bakugo ripped his hands off of her tits and brought both of them to her throat, forcing her to arch my back in a way that would leave her sore later.
“Cum for me baby” she choked on my spit, my surroundings spinning as less air went to my brains. “Cum. Cum. Cum.” She fucking sobbed with pleasure as she repeated her words like a mantra. And so he did. One last pound her and her ass was tight against his red pelvis he shot his fertile load deep inside of her. She clenched around him, making sure not a drop would go to waste. Bakugo growled with his entire chest, his legs shaking and seizing as every last drop was milked out of him.
He dropped her and she fell on the floor, with cum trickling down her inner thigh and a hazy smile stretched over her teeth. “Shit— Fuck…”
Bakugo just grunted, annoyed that this was taking so long while he covered up. “You got my offspring now, so release me out of this curse.”
Y/N struggled to stand up and with her hips swaying she walked toward the pentagram drawn in blood right beside the bassinet. She grabbed the dagger from the baby's changing table, and cut herself in the palm of her hand again. Y/N smiled at the demon before her. “I hope I see you soon.”
❧
Nine months later and a healthy boy was born. The birth went easier than the first, and the baby came out commercially healthy, 5,8 pounds 20 inches, small blond coils for hair. The midwife pressed him in Y/N’s arms and said the little one will be opening his eyes sooner or later. So she waited. Would the baby look like him?
Tiny slits the child had for eyes opened fully, revealing big crimson eyes with unusually dark pupils. Y/N smiled and kissed the child on his nose, thanking the nurse before she was left alone for him. The lights above her flickered off and when it turned back on, Bakugo appeared at the edge of her bed, eyes eager and wide.
Hey there remember when you said you were down to write (almost) anything
Wellll how bout some size kink Prohero!Kiri or Prohero!Shinso they're just big loving men with giant muscles they would easily manhandle you into any position and maybe a little pinch of praise kink in there because they would love you so much and want to make sure you feel loved during and after and the cuddles don't get me started I love them
Double stuffed- Kirishima/Shinsou/Reader
Gotchu, sorry this took so long, I didn’t know how to check requests LOL! Hope you enjoy.
Kirishima x Shinsou x Reader for anonymous
Double penetration, oral (male and female recieveing), could look non con but I promise its not, threesome, proof read (yall proud of me?), dacryfillia, creampies, slight exbititism or whatever its called, aftercare, praise kink, manhandling
You didn’t really understand how you ended up sandwiched between two pro heros. One your boyfriend and one a customer, yet they both unzipping their pants and threw their belts on the floor. No matteer how many times you replayed the story, it still felt unbelievable.
You were a waitress at the hero gala, a proud one at that. Although you weren’t a big fangirl or anything, your job let you meet countless heros and interesting people and anyone sane would find that super cool.
This job is where you met your now boyfriend, Shinso, after an awkward encounter on you first day that you still cringed about.
You remember bringing a plate to a table occupying pro heros Dynamight, Red Riot, Cellophane, and Chargebolt. You kinda asked them what theyd like to eat. You’d made sure not to sound to enthusiastic or interested since it was highly adviced against during training.
Chargebolt winked, “I’ll have a some fugu with a side of you, babe.” You calmly wrote down fugu as his friends glared at him, except for Dynamight, he hit him. “Fugu, good choice. We’re out of that side though.” You had tried to keep professional but it came a bit hostile. His friend, Cellophane, snickered at him. Chargebolt dramatically fainted, “So cruel!”
You took the other two’s orders, stopping at the redhead. He was looking at you- no, staring. “If you’re stuck on what the get, the Kujira here is great.” He snapped out of his trance, startled. “I’ll have that then!” His reply was a bit too loud. It would’ve startled you if you weren’t so used to other pro heros. “Alright, your food will be with you soon. Thank you.”
After that you spent the whole day assisting them and one other table of heros you didnt know the names of. The redhead still couldn’t take his eyes off of you. You felt them as you walked away, or steered by, or walked up. If he wasn’t so hot, you’d get scared.
After a solid couple of hours, it was your break. You would usually head into the breakroom but your boyfriend had passed you a note to meet him in the abandoned hallway to speak.
He came in suprisingly quickly after you. He came over a kissed your temple, scanning you with his tired eyes. You sighed, “You need to start sleeping more.” “Hypocrite.” He quickly responded. He began to inspect you once more, “I swear, this uniform is too tight. Its like second skin.” He says. “So is half of modern hero costumes.” He lazily smiles at that.
You lean in to give him a quick kiss. It wasn’t quick for long though as he immediately came back for seconds. Before long, his tongue was exploring your mouth and his leg was between your thighs. “What’s gotten into you?” You said between kisses. He dove into your neck. “You have. Theres a room over there, bed and all, lets go.” You bit your lip to hold back the sounds threatening to excape. “I have work.” He groaned into your neck, “Whatever, one word from me and they’ll be allowing you-“
Before he could even finish the sentence a gasp accompanied with a flinch rips through you as you turn your head to give him more room to lick. “What?” He turns your way and also freezes.
Standing there, hard though his pants is Red Riot. His eyes widened when he was caught, immediately removing the hand that had been palming himself.
Shinso’s tired face doesn’t falter much, he only frowns. “Kirishima. What the hell?” They know eachother. Red Riot, aka Kirishima, runs over to you guys. He flails his arms as he prefusely apologizes. “Im sorry! I was coming out here to ask Ms. l/n out and just couldn’t move. I didnt know you were like… a thing!”
And somehow, this simple interaction turned into your clothes being torn off and you panting on the bed. “We’ll make it quick since you have to get back to work l/n! Swear!” “Speak for yourself.”
It was dark, you could barely see anything but you could hear the sound of them shuffling on the big bed behind and in front of you. You sqealed when two big arms suddenly pulled your legs apart. Then another pair of even bigger hands gently grabbed your face and pulled it towards him.
“Your mouth is so pretty baby.” Kirishima gaps before sliding his cock against your lips. Shinso bent down between your legs while hoisting your hips up. “Wait till you see hee other lips.” You would’ve shamed him for the crued joke but the feeling of his tongue licking up the slick dripping from your cunt silenced you into a moan.
Kirishima gently inserted his cock inside his mouth. You gagged, he was huge. “I know baby.” You barely grabbed your compulsure between his cock lightly thrusting into your mouth and Shinso sucking hard on your clit. You were already so overstimulated and they had just begun.
Shinso’s tongue was mesmerizing. You found your eyes rolling back into you skull at the slopping noises he made. He was fisting himself hard and slow while he ate you out. You could tell he was atleast trying to make it fast by helping himself out until leaving that to the main course. Every once in a while you would gasp at the spikes of pleasure and squeeze down your throat. Kirishima would whimper and always pick up the pace.
Tears streamed down your face like a focet near your orgasm. The more you tried to moan, the more you squeezed on Kirishima. “Mmmmmm,” He moaned, “Im gonna-“
Your eyes widened as his cock twitched in your mouth. Just as you braced yourself the tongue left and a harsh thrust was replaced. It made an aggressive arch and muffled scream force out of you throat.
Shinso immediately started to fuck into you at an insane pace. He bit his lips to hold back his moans. Kirishima couldnt hold himself back anymore and came hard down your throat. He spasmed, blubbering praises, while his warm cum shot down your throat.
Your orgasm tore threw you like paper. And it was intense. You shook so hard your muscles hurt. Your eyes rolled even farther into your head as more tears rolled down your cheeks. The stars you saw clouded your vision until you were on the edge of passing out.
You squeezed so hard onto Shinsou that he didn’t last more than 5 seconds after you. “Fuck…” He moaned before dumping his load into you as well. It filled you up so much it seeped out through his cock. He held you still in place as he orgasmed. “Just like that.” He moaned before taking out his cock and stuffing it back into his pants, Kirishima following suit.
Kirishima wiped your tears as Shinsou began to clean your thighs with a washcloth he found in the drawer. They dressed you back up, helped you on your feet, pampered you until you stopped crying from the overstimulation, and helped you out the door. You were only 5 minutes late.
a/n - bakugou. midoriya. denki. hawks. sero. monoma. kirishima. todoroki. repost from my old blog doinmybesthere.
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Midoriya - let me love you, Ariana Grande
Your legs are shaking and you’ve got fistfuls of his comforter as he rips a third orgasm out of you, flicking his rough tongue over your swollen clit one more time. “Hurts,” you get out when your vision clears and he’s still between your legs, “Zuku, please, feels too good,” he chuckles, blowing softly on your burning skin. “I haven’t even fucked you yet puppy, we’re just getting started.”
Bakugou - Cry baby, The Neighbourhood
“C’mon bitch,” Bakugou snarls, landing a harsh slap on your ass, “You know better than to cum without permission,” you’re on your hands and knees on the bed, whimpering as he fucks you through your high, only to yelp when he reaches underneath you and pinches your aching clit, “Since you wanna cum like a fuckin’ whore how ‘bout we see how many times you can do it before you’re crying, huh?”
Sero - High For This - The Weekend
You’ve been kissing for what feels like hours, every brush of his hands on your skin sends a shiver up your spine, “Baby,” he growls in your ear, the vibrations and the softness of his breath make you grind harder against the thigh he’s slotted carefully between your legs. “Not yet.” He cups your face in your hands, pressing his lips to your forehead before gently tugging your pants down to your knees, and kissing a burning path down your chest.
Denki - Angel of Small Death and the Codeine Scene, Hozier
You roll your hips, letting out a gasp when he thrusts up to meet you before he grabs your thighs, warmth pooling in your cheeks, “You’re so fuckin’ pretty babe,” he breathes, “So pretty, and all mine.” He lets you lift up off of him and slams you back down again. “Denki, I,” your eyes roll back as he takes control, setting a brutal pace. “That’s it,” he coos affectionately, “Cum for me, baby.”
Shouto - Do It For Me, Rosenfeld
You can feel the nubs of the carpet cutting into your knees but you don’t dare move as Shouto daintily presses his thumb against your tongue, letting drool pool around his digit and fall out of your open mouth. He leans back in his chair, looking bored. “Disgusting.” Your face burns with humiliation but you know better than to move, to wipe your chin clean. His expression remains neutral as he unzips his fly, pumping his hard cock in front of you. “C'mere pretty girl," he coos, dripping condescension, "Suck.”
Keigo - Two Weeks, FKA Twigs
“Fuck, come on sweetheart,” Hawks relaxes on the couch, eyes closing in bliss as you bounce up and down on his cock, “That’s it, baby,” he growls, “Come on, ride that shit,” he opens his golden eyes for just a moment, reaching down to circle your clit with his thumb, watching you collapse into him as you cunt flutters around his length.
Kirishima - National Anthem, Lana Del Rey
“Oh god,” You look up at him, eyes wide with innocence even when he was spearing you with his huge cock, “God, daddy, you’re so big,” you breathe, and he somehow gets even harder at the praise, “Yeah kitten,” he says, “Who makes you feel this good?” You cling to his shoulders for dear life as he rails you, completely unaware of his own strength, “You do,” you get out, “You make me feel s’good, daddy.”
Monoma - Hatefuck, Cruel Youth
“This is the last fucking time.” You say over your shoulder, all the air gushing from your lungs as Monoma roughly bends you over the bed, flipping up your tiny skirt. You don’t have to turn around to know he’s smirking, lining himself at your entrance, rubbing the head of his cock on your soaking panties. “What are you waiting for?” You hiss, turning around. He chuckles, shaking his head at you. “I think, tonight, I want to hear you beg.”
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