Every Year On Your Wedding Anniversary Osamu Convinces You To Take Your Ring Off And Go Wedding Cake

every year on your wedding anniversary osamu convinces you to take your ring off and go wedding cake tasting at local bakeries while pretending that the two of you are still engaged

katsuki is king of aftercare - especially after he’s fucked his princess into quivering mess, whimpering like the overstimulated whore you are. he’ll massage your exhausted body and pat a damp cloth against your forehead before cleaning the sticky mess between your legs. all the while he’s pressing soft kisses over your warm skin, gruff praises being whispered into the sex-heavy air. carrying you around, taking baths, brushing your hair, cuddles, and lazy kisses.

but you’re also his queen of aftercare. Because it doesn’t start after sex, it starts the minute he walks through your door after a long day of Hero work. you’re at the entryway, kissing his lips and carefully taking off his mask. after he removes his gauntlets, his arms are wrapped tightly around you. your nails lightly scratch his scalp as you push his blonde spikes through your fingers and he’s practically purring.

sometimes you’d join him in the shower, taking the time to wash his hair and his body, talking to him about his day, yours, and everything in between. and when you didn’t , you make sure his towel has been freshly pulled from the dryer. you take the time to comb his hair and massage lotion into his still damp skin.

you cook in the kitchen together and share the duty of clean up before settling in on the sofa, his scarred, coarse hand resting on your lap. his favorite part of you taking care of him. you pick up the large hand and slowly begin to massage. working from the wrist, down the edge of his tough fingertips. your thumbs are ridiculously small compared to his wide palm but still you knead out the tension and take time to trace the veins on the back of his hand, knuckle to wrist. only to spoil the other one just the same. and katsuki - well your big, strong hero is putty. sunk into the couch, the quiet chatter of the latest show you’re watching together running while you shower the blonde with attention. once you’re satisfied, he shifts his head either to your breasts, finding comfort in the soft flesh, or your plush thighs. either way, he’d nuzzle against you until your started to play with his hair and scratch his scalp again. no one ever sees him like this, no one knows him like you.

but of course, this only lasts until he’s ready to fuck you into the mattress and turn you, his pretty little house wife, into a whimpering, slut.

and the cycle continues.

2 SEATER ᡣ𐭩

atsumu miya x fem!reader college au

words: 1.2k

summary. just sweet sweet love making with your saccharine boyfriend in his 2 seater beamer. this is very self indulgent, i love sappy and sweet sexᡣ𐭩 this is also my first smut don’t roast me hehe

cw: smut, mdni 18+, car sex, established relationship, nicknames (i.e. baby, pretty), praise, dirty talk, creampie, markings, making out, atsumu’s unadulterated love for you,

squeak squeak squeak

the sound of atsumu’s ball joints creaking in the back of the parking lot of a movie theater can be heard if you got within 50 meters. any closer and you could hear the mewling and groaning going on inside of the bmw.

“tsumu, oh fuck, tsumu” you whine, gripping atsumu’s shoulders, leaving behind crescent shaped marks.

the windows are foggy and you feel like you’re on fire from how hot it is in his car.

the six foot man currently has you on hip lap, bouncing on his cock leaving you a babbling mess, chanting his name like a mantra. he’s reclined his seat, hands on your hips and biting his lip, eyeing you as you move up and down. the look of pure lust and love he’s giving you makes you squirm and clench around him even harder.

“that feel good, baby? yeah? my cock making you feel s’ good? hm?” he groans when your walls flutter around him, making him grip your hips harder which you were sure were going to leave a mark in the morning.

the lewd squelching sound of your juices mingling fills the car, along with pants and moans. his angled cock was bullying your insides, sticky tip hitting just right at that sensitive spot that had you seeing stars and leaving a hot white feeling growing in the pit of your stomach. you were left speechless, mind blank, only able to spew out a few words that consisted of only his name and a few curse words.

he looked angelic underneath you, kiss bitten lips, bangs stuck to his forehead from sweat, the tips of his ears were red, washboard abs littered with angry red scratches. he was a walking god, and you were just like a little nymph following him around, praising him and being utterly hopelessly devoted to him.

and you made him melt. left him with no words with the way you call out his name, begging him to kiss and hold you while he fucks up into your womb, leaving you aching and longing for more. the way your jaw was unhinged, spewing out his name because he was all that you could think about, your brain consumed by him and only him made him feel utterly euphoric knowing that he’s got you this fucked out.

he was a god, but you were his goddess. your lip tugged between your teeth, the hickeys and bite marks left around your neck and shoulder, perfect tits and perky nipples, and your voice, god your voice, calling out his name like a siren singing in his ear that made his whole body feel tingly from the tips of his finger all the way to his toes.

you hastily nod and murmur, “baby kiss me, kiss me, kiss me please tsumu.” you pant. he smashes your lips together, giant hand reaching for the back of your head to force you even closer. it’s hot and so, so needy, you feel your legs beginning to wear out from his kiss alone. teeth and tongue clashing, his saliva making its way down your lip and he nips at it. he snakes his other hand to the small of your back, pushing you against him so you’re chest to chest. the way your nipples rub against him every time you bounce has you shivering, leaving you soaking and wanting so much more.

the coil in your stomach begins to unravel and you’re moaning so loud. thighs quivering and your voice wobbles as you speak. “tsumu please, i can’t.” and he gives in so easily because the next thing you know he’s planting his feet on the floor and pistoning up into your fluttering hole.

you yelp and fall into his shoulder, biting at the intersection to keep you from sounding like such a needy bitch. this doesn’t go unnoticed by atsumu, who does not appreciate you silencing yourself. he reaches his hand down to tweak at your nipples and your mouth falls open into an o. “fuck, you look so pretty. love it when you call out my name. c’mon pretty, wanna hear all of it.” and you whine and whimper, writhing on top of him from the way his cock is bullying your poor abused pussy.

“tsumu, ‘m close! ‘m so close, please.” you sound so desperate and broken on his cock, he could listen to you all night like a broken record. he adjusts himself so he’s reaching even deeper inside of your velveteen walls, hitting all the spots he knew would be a one way ticket to an earth shattering orgasm. “oh fuck! right there, right there tsumu. gonna cum gonna cum!” you mewl, tears welling in your eyes as the bliss is too great for your body.

“shit baby, squeezin me so tight. only i can make you feel good like this yeah? tell me who’s pussy this is. hm? who’s is it?” his pace is brutal and you’re teetering on the edge, he tweaks your nipple again and you babble.

“‘s yours! all yours! only yours! fuckkkk, love you! love you so much tsumu! love you so fucking much! please.” and you moan so loud when you finally cum, juices gushing and making his abs and thighs glisten from your release. you’re limp on his body, he makes you feel like putty.

“shit, gonna fucking cum baby. ‘s all for you my love. gonna take it all right? gonna be a good girl and let me fill you up, yeah?” he grabs your jaw tightly and kisses you so desperately. you whine as he continues his thrust and tightly grip his shoulders. he lets out a husky ‘fuck’, a few more thrust and the hot spurts of his seed spew into you, filling you up and making a creamy base at his cock. you feel so full and warm, and you let out a small whimper as your tongues fight against each other. he shudders from the intensity of his release and the only thing that keeps him grounded is the warmth from your body on top of his. you continue making out as you both come down from your highs, his softening cock still inside of you. the lack of oxygen makes you lightheaded so you pull away first, resting your chin on his chest to look up at him.

his head is tilted back, leaning on the head rest as his eyes are closed and trying to catch his breath. you both stay like this for awhile, basking in the after glow of making love with the man who makes you feel like the luckiest girl in the entire world. you look up at him with nothing but pure adoration and love in your eyes, one of his arms around your waist holding your bare body against his. it’s such a tender moment that only leaves you with even more love for the man that you call yours.

he finally looks down and catches your eyes, reaching the hand that was behind his head to brush the hair out of your face and play with it. and he feels like jelly when you shoot him a small loving smile, gently placing a small kiss where your chin was resting, making the corners of his mouth twitch up as he mirrors the same smile. he reaches out to cup your cheek and your smile intensifies, turning your head to place a sweet kiss at the palm of his hand.

“i love you so much tsumu.” you murmur, never shying away from his intense gaze.

gently, he uses his thumb and forefinger to lift your chin, leaning in to give you a teeth rottingly sweet kiss.

“i love you more, pretty.”

LAST RESORT ᡣ𐭩

bakugo x fem!reader college au

2.1k words

warnings: mild cursing, slightly suggestive, alcohol use

friends not answering your calls? ubers not available? guess it’s time for your last resort.

“fuck” you slur as your screen reads that iida had not answered your phone. you called jirou, then momo, then izuku, todoroki, sero and kiri, but no answer.

you were drunk. absolutely hammered and the clock on your phone currently reads 2:37 in the morning. there were no ubers available and you were in desperate need of a ride home back to your apartment from the college frat party you and your friends decided to go to.

you originally had a DD, but ochako ended up leaving early, something about deku getting home earlier than expected from his trip in the states. you told her to go and see her man, and how she better fill you in on all the deets or else you were never going to cover for her whenever she and deku “mysteriously” disappear from functions.

so here you sat on the couch in some random fraternity house, pouting about how you had no idea of how you were gonna get home. the music was loud and your body was buzzing, all the loud conversations going on around you didn’t help brighten your mood. you were tired, and your feet hurt from the heels you were wearing. you wanted to go home. you contemplated just crashing on the couch and waking up super early to leave, but the skirt you were wearing would ride up every 5 minutes and you were sure if you slept on the couch someone would get a show when they would wake up in the morning. you also thought about walking home but for obvious reasons you decided against it, walking 7 miles in the middle of the night in a miniskirt was an absolute no!

then an idea popped into your head. you had absolutely no faith, but it was your last chance to get home before you started walking. you chewed on your lip, anxiety making you ponder if you really should go through with it, it wasn’t like you had any other choice!

biting the inside of your cheek, you wait as you hear the familiar sound of your phone ringing, hoping the call will go through. your nerves grew as the ringing had continued in your ears.

“hello?” a gruff voice answers on the other end of the line.

“bakugo! oh my god i’m surprised you answered!” you say excitedly, smile extending from ear to ear.

“the fuck are you calling me for? it’s 3 in the god damn morning” he mumbles, you bite on your lip from being chewed out at.

“listen, i’m reeeeally sorry, but i’m really drunk and i need a ride home.” you whine and the desperation in your voice makes you cringe but you really meant it.

“so fucking call some one else, don’t bother me!” he sounds angry and your eyes begin to well with tears.

“i did! but no one wants to answer me and i’m really tired and want to go home, but my feet hurt and i can’t walk home and i’m hungry and there’s no food here, and i really want to go home.” you babble as the tears start pouring and the people around you give you stares but you’re too drunk to care right now.

“alright alright i’ll come get you! jus’ quit your crying already” you manage to get out a broken and whiny ‘okay’ before he asks you to send your location hangs up

even though you know you’ll regret it in the morning, you take 3 more shots and wander out into the front yard. the grass is cool, dewy from the 3am air and the leaves in the trees sway from the light breeze. the moon is out, and you can’t help but stare, mesmerized by its beauty. you find yourself lying in the grass, staring at the sky, hoping the nauseous feeling and pounding headache would go away soon.

your eyes begin to flutter shut, but soon you hear a voice speak up.

“what are you doing on the ground?” you flutter your eyes open and there standing at your feet was bakugo katsuki.

“oh heyyy. ‘m jus a little tired” you smile.

he stares at you and sighs

“well c’mon, get your ass up and let’s get you home.” you shake your head and pout.

“don’t wanna. ‘m so comfy. i think i'll throw up if i stand.” your brows furrow as you adjust your head, turning it to your side.

he groans, dragging and his hand down his face.

“alright, c’mon, up and attem” he lifts you up, throwing you over his shoulder (making sure to cover your ass from anyone seeing your baby pink underwear) and you groan.

“oh god, you’re making me nauseous!” your cheeks bubble up, trying to hold back your barf as you see the ground move from underneath you.

rolling his eyes, he replies “oh buck up, we’re almost at my car.”

you stare for a little, speaking up to drunkenly say, “you have a nice ass” and he pinches your arm, making you squeal and giggle.

you feel him stop, and hear the sound of a car door opening. he gently puts you in the seat and squats down.

“what are you doin?” you hum, eyes closed.

“give me your foot” he mumbles.

you make a confused face to which he replies, “just give me your damn foot!” you comply, sticking out your foot and frowning for being scolded.

he gently unclasps your heels and sets them underneath your seat, repeating the motions for your other foot. he then sets your feet in the car and leans over you, buckling your seatbelt for you.

you catch a whiff of his cologne and you internally sigh, he smelt absolutely heavenly. it didn’t help that he was wearing a wifebeater and his biceps were bulging right in front of your eyes. you wanted to bite him. he was ethereal, a sight to behold, an angel in front of you. why couldn’t he like you?

closing the door, he makes his way to the driver seat and hops in, tying himself in.

“ ‘m cold” you whine, and he turns around to his backseat and grabs a blanket, placing it in your lap.

you unfold it and wrap yourself in it, secretly taking a whiff and hiding your smile in the blanket.

“thanks” you quietly say, he nods in acknowledgment.

the ride to your apartment is comfortable. the radio playing music quietly, leaving you both to your thoughts. you had known bakugo since high school. you had been close friends with deku, and you knew his infamous bully. you tried to help deku and even defended him, but all izuku would say was that it was okay and that you didn’t need to fight for him. so you let izuku handle it, next thing you know you’re all at the same college. your class had all been relatively close, almost everyone was friends. but for some reason bakugo could just not stand you. you tried to figure out why, but you never really had interactions with him so there was nothing that tipped the scale.

you decided to not let it bother you, which was hard because you unfortunately found him ridiculously attractive. you couldn’t help but think about what it would be like to be friends, but you never acted upon your thoughts, settling in the belief that ignorance is bliss.

“you hungry?” you turn your head and blink.

“no ‘m okay, thanks.” you turn your head back to the window and he chuckles.

“alright but you’ll regret it in the morning.”

your eyes widen and you snap your head back to him.

“wait! i am hungry!” he rolls his eyes and says ‘okay’, pulling into a taco bell.

you feel giddy as he hands you your burrito, immediately unwrapping and chowing down on the warm heaven sent food.

“thanks!” you say with a smile and a full mouth, to which he slightly grimaces and says that you owe him one, which you decide to ignore.

shortly after, you arrive at your apartment and he parks, getting out to open your door.

“i don’t wanna go im barefoot! that means i’ll have to walk across the dirty concrete!” you whine and he tries his best not to show his frustration, but the vein popping out on his forehead says otherwise.

“c’mon, i came all this way AND bought you taco bell and you can’t even walk to the door?” you pout and he groans, tossing you over his shoulder again.

he grabs your heels and your purse, beginning his tread up the stairs.

“wait a minute, how do ya know where i live, hmm?”

he rolls his eyes, which he knows you can’t see and responds, “you had a party for ochako remember?”

you gasp and giggle, “oh yeah! and then they left early so they could fu-“

“and we’re here!” he cuts you off, digging through your purse for your keys.

once in your apartment, he asks where your bedroom is, finding the room he sets you down on your bed and puts your heels by your closet. he leaves the room, heading to your kitchen. you frown due to the lack of his company, but he returns with a glass of water and a bottle of tylenol.

“here, take this for your feet and headache.” you grab the two pills he’d taken out the bottle and swallow them, chugging the water shortly after. the tension is thick as you both stare at each other.

you get up, walk to your dresser and look through your drawers, he stands awkwardly behind you trying hard not to stare at your ass as you bend over to look for pajamas. you began stripping and before you can get your tube top over your head he blurts out.

“where’s your bathroom?” you turn your head and blink at him.

“i have an en suite, it’s the door to your left,” he nods and quickly rushes inside the room.

after changing into your pajamas you make yourself comfortable in your sheets, waiting for bakugo to exit your bathroom. your eyes begin to shut until you hear the click of the door opening.

he had assumed you’d fallen asleep and began to exit your room.

“why don’t you like me?” you mutter. he freezes, he feels like a deer caught in headlights.

“what are you talking about?” he plays dumb but you don’t falter.

“why don’t you like me?” you repeat, this time more confidently.

he swallows thickly and turns to look at you, you sit up and look at him.

“i never said i didn’t like you.” he says as if it’s a matter of fact.

“well you sure as hell make it seem like i’m the last person on earth you’d rather be with.” you chuckle bitterly, the alcohol coursing through your veins giving you the courage to say what you’ve always wondered.

“it’s a shame really, i thought we could be good friends, i find you quite charming, dashing even. i wouldn’t have minded if things went further then just being friends as well.” you sigh falling back into your sheets, snuggling into your comforter.

“that makes two of us.” he mumbles and he thinks you didn’t hear it, but you remove your blankets and make your way towards him.

“well maybe when you give up the act of thinking i’m insufferable you could give me a call, yeah?”

he’s at a loss for words, you’re standing awfully too close to him, he can feel the heat radiating off of your body and it sends shivers down his spine. he swallows, examining your face and he licks his lips.

“you're drunk, you don’t know what you’re saying” he tries to rationalize, more to himself than you.

“oh i’m perfectly aware of what i’m saying” you send him a small coy smile and he feels butterflies as you stare into his eyes.

“if i call you sometime will you go to bed already?” he takes a small step closer and you smile at him.

“anything you’d like.”

“i’ll call you then.”

you nod like a school girl, and head back to your bed.

“night.” you say as he slips through your door.

“night.”

the next morning you woke up with a horrendous headache, making your way to the kitchen for some water. a bottle of vitamin c gummies, a free pizza coupon and the blanket you had last night folded up were sitting on your counter top. on the bottle of vitamin c there was a sticky note attached.

for the hangover. call you tonight?

-k.b.

nanami would never ignore you. but sometimes he likes to pretend he didn’t hear you call his name just so he can hear your sweet chirp one more time.

which actually shocked him when he first realized it because he usually hates when people say his name. it’s like nails on a chalkboard when gojo calls for him. he merely tolerates it when yuuji says his name because he knows the boy means no harm. hates when anyone else says his name because he knows 9 times out of 10 they’re going to have an annoying request of him.

however, when you’re in the other room & let out that sweet “keeennnn”, he doesn’t feel the irritation bubbling in him like it does with everyone else. it’s the opposite- he gets butterflies. all giddy, excited to see what it is you need. whether it’s help for something, his opinion, or just his presence, he loves to hear his name tumble off your tongue.

“ken?” you repeat, ending in a higher tone wondering if you weren’t loud enough the first time. but he heard you. & he thinks about not responding once more just to hear you again, but decides his desire to actually go find you is much more powerful. he smiles lightly to himself, putting his book on the coffee table before getting up and following the sound of your voice to the bedroom. he walks in, hands in his pockets and smile still plastered, leaning against the doorframe to find you sitting criss-cross in fronr of your shared body mirror. you see him in your reflection & match his smile, whipping your head around before asking

“wanna do face masks with me?”

as if he would ever say no to you.

bakugou x reader

summary - life as kirishima's roommate is good. like, 90% of the time. smut hurt comfort, it's valentines day. this is a repost of my first fic ever. soft kiribaku poly ending. praise, degredation, choking manhandling rough sex aftercare. daddy kink, slut/aff.

Kirishima was a good roommate. That’s what you reminded yourself. He paid his rent on time, cleaned up after himself, and was polite and kind. Kirishima wasn’t the problem. You were working late, again, on your laptop trying to organize data on a spreadsheet in a way that told the right story. You glanced at the clock with a sigh. 8:14PM, on Valentines Day. Ugh. Your phone lit up.

Kirishima: working late again?

You: yeah

Kirishima: okay well I picked up your favorite tea for you when I went out this morning. It’s in the kitchen

Kirishima: they work you too hard :( it’s a holiday!!!

You: you are the sweetest

Kirishima: you can take a break every once and a while!!! Relax a little.

You sigh. It’s not like living with a sweet pro hero on the rise didn’t have its perks. You padded softly down the hallway in bare feet, now certain that the problem would be waiting for you in the kitchen. Your suspicions were confirmed when you found him, so comfortable he could have owned the place, tall and blonde, his smartphone almost comically small in his large hands. He grunts a greeting to you and you nod, determined to ignore him. He seems to have other ideas.

“Shouldn’t you ask me how my day was or something?” You go to the cabinet and answer with your back to him.

“That’s not information I was planning on collecting.” You glance over your shoulder. “Where’s Kirishima?” Bakugou snorts a laugh.

“Idiot got slimed at work today. He’s in the shower.” You nod slowly, opening the cabinet. There it is, your favorite lavender chamomile tea, at the center of the highest shelf, much closer to the ceiling than it is to the counter. Bakugou watches you struggle with an amused half smile. You start by rocking up onto the balls of your feet, doing a little jump to try and reach the box, unintentionally making a soft high pitched grunt as you exert yourself. You bite down on your lower lip, hard, and turn around, meeting his condescending smirk. He flashes you a pair of scarred palms, he wasn’t going to help you if you didn’t ask. You huff haughtily and drag over a stool. Bakugou watches you climb on it, tucking his phone in his pocket and staring at your ass as if this was the most entertaining show on television. You’re kneeling on the stool, and it’s rocking back and forth underneath you on the uneven kitchen tile when you turn around and glare at him. He gives you a guileless smile.

“Need something, princess?”

“No.” You say quickly and go back to trying to reach the box, aware of how the large t-shirt you were wearing would ride up when you stretched, exposing probably a little more of your upper thigh and tiny shorts than you wanted. Goddamnit. You were still, about an inch away from being able to reach the tea. Bakuogu loses patience now, coming up behind you and lifting you unceremoniously by the waist, letting you snatch the box of tea, and then setting you down so that you were sitting on the counter in front of him. Pain blooms on your ribs from the tightness of his grip. He was close, too close, uncomfortably close. You could count the freckles that ran across the bridge of his nose, close.

“Whaddya say?” He rumbles in a deep growl, hands moving down from your waist, lightly trailing your silhouette until they reached the bare skin of your thighs. Your mouth goes dry.

“Thank you.” You say quickly, a pink blush dusting your cheeks. He smirks.

“Not what I was lookin’ for.” You roll your eyes and he firmly catches your chin, holding your attention on him. “Try again,” He coos condescendingly.

“Bakugou let me down!” you whine, trying to wiggle out of his grip, pulling on his wrist, but he doesn’t release your face, his other hand pins your leg to the counter.

“Not till ya thank me properly.” You scowl at him.

“Thank you, Bakugou.” You say coldly. He shakes his head.

“I dunno how you’re not gettin’ this. Are ya stupid or somethin’?” You sigh angrily.

“What, what is it you want me to say, you sick fuck.” You think maybe he’ll get angry and release you but instead, he seems to find your annoyance comical. He lets go of your face with a chuckle. You push on his hard chest and he laughs harder, moving backward, letting you slide off the counter.

“Nothin’ like that.” He says when he’d composed himself, as you fill your teakettle with water, your back to him. “I was just thinkin’ since I did a heroic thing, you could say thank you Dynamight.” You set the kettle on the stove.

“Thank you, Dynamight.” You say quietly. “You’re a real dick, you know that?” He watches you light the stove.

“Heard that a few times.” He admits. “But that’s not what you think of me, is it?” You turn around.

“It is actually.”

“Hmmmm,” He rumbles thoughtfully. “Don’t think so.” You nod emphatically.

“Definitely.” He smirks.

“And what have I done,” he makes his way around the island so that he’s standing right in front of you, “To make you say such a nasty fuckin’ thing, huh?” You swallow nervously, but you plant your feet on the tile. This was your chance.

“You-you come over all the time,” you say quickly, “You’re always here, and whenever you do you rearrange all the things I have in the kitchen and I can’t find the things I need.” He nods.

“Didja consider that maybe you have your cabinets organized wrong?”

“No.” You say plaintively. “They’re my cabinets, and I liked the way they were before.”

“Didja consider how fucken cute you get when you’re all riled up like this?” You blink at him in shock. “It’s adorable. Come on.” He growls. “Stomp one of those pretty little feet.” Your hands ball into fists. “I can see why shitty hair likes you so much.” That makes you stop in your tracks and wince. You knew Kirishima had a kind of puppy dog crush on you, but you’d chosen to ignore it. “Yeah but he’s not really your type, though, is he?” You’re not sure when Bakugou got so close to you again. “Not that you make it easy on any of us,” he leans down to growl in your ear, delighting in the goosebumps that erupt on your neck. “Walkin’ round here in those tiny little shorts.” He lifts you again, gently by the waist this time, sitting you back on the counter so that you’re eye level with him. “Lookin’ so fucken good, all the time,” and then his mouth is buried in your neck, you gasp, you can’t help it, the blood rushes to your face, “Think if I removed the huge stick from your ass,” he breathes in your ear, “I’d be doin’ everyone a favor.” He pushes right against the counter and you can feel his tongue and teeth just above your collarbone.

“Ahh, I,” you get out and he groans.

“Don’t worry, princess.” he breathes in your ear and you moan, “I’m gonna turn off that overactive brain of yours for a little bit, huh?” And then his lips crash against yours, his huge warm hands roaming your back and then moving lower to squeeze your ass and your thighs. His tongue swipes your lips and you open your mouth, wrapping your arms around his neck, pulling him closer. He laughs into your mouth and then pulls away. “Thought you didn’t like me?”

“I don’t.” You breathe, but it’s getting harder to believe as your face flushes and you reach for him, taking a fistful of his soft t-shirt and pulling him back to you, cupping his face in your hands. He squeezes your ass again, kneading it almost painfully, then one hand moves slowly, too slowly, between your legs, lifting up the hem of your oversized t-shirt, fingertips brushing the soft inside of your thighs. He doesn’t stop there, though hands ghosting the skin underneath your shirt until they reach your chest, finding your nipples easily, palming them through your soft bralette, and then pinching them hard enough so that you gasp into his open mouth. The sound of your own voice, already so debauched, already so high and soft, reminds you of what you’re doing, in your own kitchen, and you don’t even like Bakugou, do you? It’s getting harder to tell when he’s everywhere, pulling your body flush against his own, when you can feel his cock, hard through his grey sweatpants. You reach for the rational, for a moment of clarity.

“Ba-bakugou,” You stutter, and he lifts his head from the crook of your neck, where he was planting a rough open mouth kiss that you’re certain will bloom into a purple bruise.

“What?” He snaps, and you can’t remember what you were going to say, you can only stare into his eyes. He searches your face, eyes flicking from your swollen plush lips to your red cheeks. “No thinking.” He orders decisively, going back to your neck, flicking his soft velvety tongue over your sensitive skin, followed by a hard bite that makes you gasp again. “Quiet.” He growls. “Are ya that pent up,” he lifts his head again, “That you can’t even handle-” You kiss him, hungrily, desperately, maybe he was right, how long had it been, since you felt touched like this, since you felt wanted like this? Maybe that’s why you find yourself lifting his shirt over his head, and kissing him harder, running your hands over his muscled chest, littered with raised scars. You don’t even flinch when he pulls you down off the counter, reaching a hand between your legs, the other hooked around your waist. He shoves you up against the refrigerator as he circles your clit with one finger, delighting in how it makes you jump, and then arch your back, your eyes opening quickly and then closing slowly. “Look at me.” He says, it comes out hitched and desperate but you obey immediately and he watches your pupils dilate as you whimper, expertly wringing wave after wave of pleasure from you. Your soft, sweet hiccupping gasp when he slips a finger inside of you drives him insane,

“Oh,” you moan, eyes closing again, “Fuck, Bakugou”

“Did you really come in here and climb on that stool with no fuckin’ panties on? Dirty goddamn slut.” He spits the last word as he pumps in and out of you, scissoring his fingers a little. You don’t answer, you can’t, because he’s just pressed up against that fleshy spot inside of you, the one your fingers aren’t quite long enough to reach and he watches as you tremble, as your eyes become glossy and unfocused, your soft, wet lips part.

“Oh,” you gasp, “’m gonna cum.” He laughs harshly.

“You aren’t.” You blink up at him in surprise.

“Can’t help it!” You whine. “‘M gonna.”

“No.” He snarls. “You wanna be a good girl for me, right princess?” You nod emphatically, delirious from the pleasure.

“Yes, wanna be a good girl for you.” You get out. “Please, please let me cum, please I wanna,” you press your forehead to his chest and keep mumbling, and this display of submission awakens something feral inside of him, “Wanna so badly, ‘m so close-”

“Good girls cum on their daddy’s cocks.” He snarls at you and you look up at him sharply, for a moment he wonders if he pushed you too far but then your hands are fumbling with the drawstring on his sweatpants. “Easy, easy,” he says, and you whimper when he withdraws his hand from you, but he rips off your shorts and steps out of his pants almost as quickly. His hard cock springs loose from his dark green boxers, and it’s so pretty, long and thick, hooked upwards, you can’t help but lick your lips at the sight of it dripping with precum, the tip of it purple with need. He follows your gaze with a satisfied smirk. “Think you can take it all?” You look up at him, wide eyed.

“Yes, daddy, I want-” but that’s all you get out before he practically knocks the wind out of you lifting you back up on the counter and easing inside you, it takes every ounce of self-control he has, to wait until you stretch to accommodate him, groaning loudly at how soft and warm you are.

“So fuckin’ tight, princess,” He breathes.

“Oh, oh my god.” Your eyes widen as he starts to thrust inside of you, slowly at first and then picking up speed, “”m gonna,”

“Go ahead slut, come on,” he goads, “Cum all over my fucking cock,” You lean forward and dig your nails into his shoulder blades as your release overcomes you, white-hot pleasure ripping through the core of your body, before then, you’d been biting down on your moans, conscious of your roommate, of your neighbors. But you lose all control now, and you cry out his name like a prayer as he fucks you through the most intense orgasm you’ve had in years. Bakugou groans loudly as you clench around him, feeling your inner walls flutter, “Good fucking girl,” he snarls, watching your eyes roll back in your head as you slump into his chest. You barely feel him move you, but as your vision clears you realize you’re standing on your tiptoes bent over the counter, legs trembling. He pounds into you and you cry out, reaching for something to brace yourself with, fumbling for the backsplash, the edge of the counter, anything. He grabs a fistful of your hair, pulling your back into a harsh arch.

“Oh my god,” you get out, “Oh my god, oh my god!”

“Yeah,” you can feel his smirk, “Am I your fuckin’ god? Tell me how it feels.” He commands and you obey, babbling praise incoherently

“So so good, daddy,” you moan, “You feel so good, don’t stop, don’t stop please, I need it,” He pulls your hair back, lifting you off the counter as he fucks you harder, leaning down to growl in your ear.

“Who makes you feel this fucking good huh? Who is it, bitch?”

“You daddy,” you chant, feeling a second orgasm building inside of you, that coil in your stomach begins to tighten. He feels you clench around him.

“Gonna cum again, huh slut?” He slaps your ass hard. “Who’s pussy is this?” His pumps become erratic as he chases his own high. “Whose tight fucking pussy is this, tell me, and then cum for me.” He rakes his nails down your back with his free hand, your tongue lolling out of your mouth.

“It’s yours, it’s yours please, daddy,” you cry out. He grunts loudly,

“Come on princess,” He says, “Cum for me.” Your orgasm wracks your body, and your cunt clenches around him, “Fuck, fuck, FUCK.” He snarls, exploding inside of you, releasing your hair. He fucks you gently through his own release, listening to your soft mewls, watching you shudder under his hands. He swears, the teakettle behind him starts to whistle and he whirls around and turns the stove off, reluctantly leaving your warmth. He only leaves you for a second, you’re trembling, so he scoops you up and cradles your body to his. You snuggle unconsciously into his chest and he deposits you on the couch, wrapping you in a soft throw blanket. He leaves you there, for only a minute, coming back with a steaming mug of tea that he sets gently on a coaster. “C’mere.” He grunts, lifting you and settling you on his lap. “Now sleep.” He orders, reaching for the remote and turning the TV on. You lean against his bare chest, and suddenly you’re so embarrassed you could die, did you just- in your own kitchen? You start to squirm away from him and he anchors you to his chest. “Where the fuck are you going?” He asks angrily.

“Back to my room. To work.” you mumble, your face hot. He shakes his head.

“Why?” He looks annoyed. “I’m comfortable.”

“Bakugou-” He grins.

“Thought we settled on a new title for me princess,” You flush deeper.

“I am not calling you that.”

“How about just when we have sex?” You look at him, shocked.

“W-we are not doing that again!” You protest. “I don’t, Bakugou I don’t even like you.” His smirk only widens.

“Seems like you like me just fine.” You sit up, straddling him on the couch.

“I don’t I don’t like you.” You cross your arms. “You’re a jerk, and a bully, and whatever you can do with,” you gesture to his crotch, “That, doesn’t change that-” he takes you by the wrist and yanks, pulling you back down onto his chest.

“Just shut up, and let’s watch some TV okay?” You look at him, struggling futilely against his arms. “You work too much. Kirishima is worried about you.” You look at him in shock, frozen. “And uh,” he looks away, “I’m a little worried too. So take the night off. It’s already nine.”

“You uh, you’ve been worried? About me?” He rolls his eyes.

“DIdn’t I just fuckin’ say that, are you deaf or somethin’?” He sighs. “‘S’ppose I coulda asked you out or somethin’ but pushing all your buttons about the way you organize your cabinets seemed more…” he looks for the words. “Fun. Plus I knew I’d break ya down.”

“You were gonna ask me, um, ask me out?” Your eyes are wide, you push against his grip again and this time he lets you sit up. He looks away.

“Obviously.”

“Obviously?” You repeat, incredulous. “Obviously?!!!”

“Obviously?” He dramatically mimics you. “Yeah, you’re beautiful, and fuckin’ smart, and ambitious but you’ve got a stick up your ass a mile fuckin’ wide, so let me take care of that shit.” You blink at him, you’re stunned. “Finally, she doesn’t have anything to say.” he taunts you. “Now lay the fuck down and cuddle with me.” In shock, you obey, snuggling into his chest. “Was that so goddamn hard?” You feel something digging into your stomach.

“No, but you are.” You tease and he scowls at you.

“Brat.” he glances over his shoulder, you hear the shower turn off, and the sound of someone stepping on wet tile.

“Bakugou,” You hear him call down the hallway. “Are we gonna play…” He trails off when he sees you, tucked into his friends chest. “Oh.” he looks at the kitchen, observing the jars on the counter that Bakugou had left askew, in favor of cuddling you right away on the couch. “Did you two uh,” Bakugou rolls his eyes.

“Get over here, stupid.” Kirishima goes redder than his hair. “She’s taking the night off.” You sit up a little.

“I am, c’mere.” Kirishima beams at you both, running over and lifting both of you off the couch and into his huge arms.

“Fuck off!” Bakugou snaps, “Put me down.” Kirishima squeezes the two of you together.

“No!” You laugh breathlessly.

“Kiri, Kiri too hard.” He releases you onto the couch where Bakugou grumbles something about how he hates both of you. Kirishima joins you, and you lay with your legs in his lap, and your head in Bakugous.

“Happy Valentines Day!” Kirishima coos, massaging your thigh absentmindedly. You sigh. Bakugou is playing with your hair, detangling it with his fingers, careful not to pull.

“Happy Valentines Day,” you mumble, your eyes closed. “Maybe I could take a few days off, every once and a while.” You can physically feel Bakugou roll his eyes.

“MAYBE?”

“Hey, hey,” Kirishima cautions. “It’s progress.”