Lie Detector Test W Influencer Or Actor Y/n And Bkg. Asking All The Juicy Questions Either To Each Other

lie detector test w influencer or actor y/n and bkg. Asking all the juicy questions either to each other or from the interviewer. From like Twitter questions/interviewer it would def be juicy funny questions like “who do you think is a better kisser” or some shit and from each other it’s like “do you actually get annoyed when I ___” and just overall gossipy but so funny to see each other intrigued by the answer lol

okay so fuck me because i wrote this and then it didn’t save as a draft so back again. FAVE TYPE OF FICS ARE THE YOUTUBERY JOINT VIDEO INTERVIEWS !!! LOVE THEM !!!!! edit: fank u to those who helped me with the questions !! my brain was not working

bakugou would hate them. he doesn’t get worried about many things, he usually always has his strength and skills to back him up in most cases. but sharing actual intimate feelings, thoughts and opinions with the world isn’t his thing. he likes the way the public only knows what he lets them know though he also knows your questions are gonna push him far out of his comfort zone.

you’re both wearing the same designer. it’s part of the shoot with the magazine and you look stunning. bandeau top and maxi skirt. while he’s in an easy cream linen shirt and black slacks.

“y’look beautiful,” he says to you, honest and true. he drags your hand onto his lap when the makeup artist that was patting your face finally leaves.

“thanks gorgeous but don’t try and butter me up now. i’ve got all my questions ready,” you grin and bakugou answers by pecking your lips.

“you’re not gonna try ruin my name are you?” he smirks and you only shrug.

“maybe.”

he’s strapped up first. velcro bands at his arms and chest. apparently they’re checking his heartbeat and blood pressure. wires at his temples and scattered all over his skin. honestly it reminds him similarly of a mission he was on a few years back and when he was captured but he pushes that to the back of his mind.

“hello everyone! i’m yn and this is—,”

“katsuki.” always katsuki with you in interviews. on his own he’s dynamight. the thought makes your chest heat.

“and we are doing the lie detector test! katsuki’s already wired up so i’m going to be asking some raw, hard hitting questions.”

bakugou’s eyebrows raise and you know he’s dying to say an inappropriate innuendo. you both blink at each other before you burst out laughing and he smirks.

“yeah, what she said.”

the first one is easy but it’s what you want to hear. you already know the answer, you’re sure the whole world does since this isn’t something he keeps a secret.

“do you love me?”

bakugou grins at you. you’re holding a clip board, eyes bright at excitement towards him and he soaks it all up.

“no. not at all,” he says. he sort of regrets it right after because he sees a hint of disappointment behind your eyes. it’s not like he tells you daily and you’ve been together for a year now.

john, the lie detector guy shakes his head behind you. “he’s lying. a lot. his heart rate is high.”

bakugou flexes his fingers, looking down at them, “just checkin’ this shit works.”

you kick his foot, “don’t lie about that!”

bakugou drops his head onto his shoulder, slow smirk, “you know i love you though?”

a rare bakugou katsuki for the viewers. even the crew is leaning in to know more.

you’re all overwhelmed by his attention, whispering a tiny, “shut up.” then, “@dynamiteforever212, dynamite spelt the right way, asks who do you prefer? deku or yn.”

bakugou scoffs, “obviously you. you’re both annoyin’ though, especially together.”

you fake a gasp, hand to your mouth, “you’re jealous of our beautiful friendship.”

“yeah, no. i think i have more benefits with you than he does.”

you chuckle, “you’re so annoying. next question, @virtualizated asks would you be okay waxing my ass hair?”

bakugou breathes out heavy through his nose, not expecting that question. “no. you should keep it.”

you cover your grin with your mouth, “you’re so silly.”

john speaks, “erm, answer is inconclusive.”

you turn back to katsuki, “you’re lying?”

bakugou shakes his head, “yes i would wax your ass. yes you should keep it.”

“you’re nasty.”

“just for you,” he grins and you roll your eyes.

“he’s telling the truth.”

“do you genuinely think you love me more than i love you?”

bakugou scoffs. this is a conversation you have a lot in your relationship. a cute ‘love you’ ‘love you more’ exchange gone wrong. he knows what the truth is and you’re wrong.

“yeah i do. i do. you don’t get it.”

“he’s telling the truth.”

“see it’s true, i do.”

you frown, “no that just means your head’s so big you think you’re right.” you look at the cameras, pointing at bakugou with your thumb, “i love him more.”

he stares down the camera lens, “she’s wrong. i do.”

“we aren’t doing this again.”

“you brought it up baby.”

“just checking you’re still delusional.”

“sure i am.”

you flick through your cards, “@moominsuki asks, do you think i’m more attractive than you?”

bakugou rolls his eyes. these questions feel obvious, don’t the viewers have eyes?

“of fuckin’ course you are. you seen her? you seen yourself?” he points at you, “i pray to whoever’s up there daily that you keep me around another day.”

your smile fights it’s way onto your cheeks and you feel your body getting warm from his attention.

“he’s telling the truth.”

“you say that like you aren’t completely gorgeous.”

“but babe, we’re not the same. i know i’m not ugly but you’re actually different.”

you bite down on your lip before letting go. he tells you this at home but having an audience to this conversation makes you shy. “good different?”

he nods and there’s no room for you to disagree, “miles away from me. good different.”

you both stare each other for a few seconds, him looking longingly, a tilt of his cheek while you can’t stop fidgeting. you look away abruptly, “okay, n-next question!”

“have you been jealous of anyone recently?”

this time bakugou isn’t as quick to answer so already you know the answer.

he groans, throwing his head back but not being able to move from being strapped in the chair. “how are you askin’ me questions you already know the answer to?”

“because when i asked you before, you denied it.”

bakugou tongues the inside of his cheek. looking at you then away. he’s sexy when he’s stubborn. tense jaw, intriguing frown. even his muscles bulge when he crosses his arm across his chest.

“yes i have been.”

you smirk, “when?”

“oi, let’s wait for john to answer.”

you roll your eyes, “john?”

“he’s telling the truth.”

bakugou grunts, “fucker.”

you laugh, “okay when?”

“i’m sure you’re not even allowed this many questions,” he mutters but he still gives in anyway, “when we had that dumb hero event and that guy started flirtin’ with you.”

you roll your lips in your mouth, loving the entertainment, “why were you jealous when you know i love you?”

bakugou blushes, red flushing his neck and the apples of his cheeks. “i am not admitting this in front of the cameras.” he jolts his head to them and you watch all the crew studying you both, eager for an answer.

you cross your arms, “fine.”

“dynamight, could you? just for editing sake?” a staff member chips in and you do too, “come on dynamight!”

he huffs, closing his eyes before opening them, “he looked similar to your ex boyfriend, who i look nothing alike.”

you pout, rubbing your hand across his thigh, “and you know i love you, that’s an irrational thought and—,”

“you’ll always choose me. yeah i know. you all happy now?”

you and the camera crew all begin to nod.

bakugou fucking you for the first time, so into it that he starts talking japanese lmao all his weight on top of you, low grunts and moans in your ear. then he’s talking in a language you don’t understand. you feel so good for him, so soft and smooth and wet. you’re kissing his neck and biting on his shoulder, “english, ki.” and he lifts up on his forearms, frowning before realising he wasn’t making sense to you. “oh fuck, was sayin’—,” then he nuts lol

I KNOW but bakugou doing interviews like youtube brand ones and he’s sitting slouched in the chair with an all black outfit????? eating my knuckles. doing the gq video of going through his everyday bag. chunky ass prada boots, black cargos and a random black but well fitted henley top. he’s harsh and he’s blunt and he laughs loud. has to censor his language but if he forgets he just adds a shrug. clearly doesn’t want to be there but when he gets into it he leans on his knees. decides how to introduce himself differently every time. sometimes dynamight or katsuki or bakugou or bakugou katsuki or katsuki bakugou. depends how he feels. quirks an eyebrow at intimate questions and scratches his chin when he’s thinking hard. rings on his fingers and the only tattoo showing is the one on the back of his hand.

listens to the public share their opinions about him through questions and comments, something he usually avoids when he’s back home. rolling his eyes at people saying how attractive they find him, grunting when people compare him to the oddest things. shy smile when he gets comments from strangers being proud of him.

shows off random talents and facts. like how he knows seven languages and he can juggle. how he really enjoys cooking and is a plant dad.

wipes his face to hide his grin at the mention of you since your relationship is public and if he’s been away from home for a while, he finds out the company reached out to you to send him in a video question and suddenly he wakes up completely. grabbing for the ipad. it doesn’t matter he saw you on facetime last night. he recognises the outfit you’re wearing in the video from last week and he wonders how you were able to keep this little secret. the question you ask is sweet, cute, typical. has him grinning at the device. watching it twice before handing back the ipad to the interviewer.

“hey katsuki!!! i’ve got a question for you, don’t worry i’m not gonna say anything embarrassing.” you giggle in the video, “just wanted to ask, are you missing me? because i’m missing you!” and you give a little wave, “love you! come home safe!”

he hears your voice replay in his head even once it’s over. visibly shaking his head so he can hear the interviewer.

“so what’s your answer?”

“course ‘m missin’ her,” his voice gets quieter without meaning to, crossing his arms across his chest, “missin’ her more than she’ll ever know.”

╰┈➤ ꒰🍓💌🌶 ┊Katsuki fucks like he can’t live w out you

『♡』 unprotected sex, spitting in mouth, cum eating, pussy licking, creampie, squirting, f!reader, reader has acrylics, biting

Katsuki fucks like he’s going to die without you. His hands shake despite his rough grip on your hips, yanking you down onto his cock. You gasp and moan every time he does it, fingers desperately searching for something to grip onto.

His mouth finds yours, tongue invading your mouth, like he’s hungry. It’s like he’s trying to devour you. He wants to take your soul and keep it. Make it his- make you his.

“Fuck fuck fuck-“ He gasps, face tingling and shaking with pleasure.

Your pussy is squelching, frothing at the base as slick juices run between the two of you. His thick hand reaches to your jaw, thumb pushing between the plush of your lips.

He pries your mouth open and spits, a long string of saliva drizzling into your mouth. Your head throws back against the mattress and you squeal. The coil in your stomach begins to grow taut.

Your hand reaches to blond hair, tugging him lower and you push his spit back into his mouth with your tongue. He groans into the kiss before pulling back.

Katsuki snatches a pillow from his side of the bed, hooking his arm under your knees to lift your ass. It’s placed under your lower back and he shoves your knees to your shoulders, folding you in half.

The angle makes your eyes roll to the back of your head. Thick, hot, heavy dick slamming into you with long strokes. He’s got to be in your stomach- you can feel it. The head pushes against the spongey spot inside you and squirt gushes from your pussy onto the both of you.

“Give it to me, y’feel like- oh-“ Katsuki babbles, watching you frantically nod your head.

Your pussy clenches around him and he’s on cloud nine. Acrylic nails dig into his shoulders, your teeth clamp down on the side of his throat. It’s raw- needy and desperate.

He can’t get enough of you. Stray hair sticks to the side of his face, sweat beads at the nape of his neck. His muscles are almost sore from fucking into your tight cunt. And he can’t stop.

He’s addicted. You begin rambling between moans and gasps, telling him filthy things. How he’s god, that you’re in love with him, no one’s gonna ever compare. And the coil in your tummy snaps.

Because he presses his cock against that special spot and stays. As much as it pains him he doesn’t move, waiting. And you explode, clear juice spurting from your pussy and all over his cock and pillow.

Your head throws back and you scream, tears beginning to form in the corners of your eyes. He’s the closest to heaven he’ll ever be when you tell him to cum inside you.

And god, he does. His fingers dig into the plush of your thigh and he clamps his jaw, teeth marking your shoulder. His hips stutter and he slams his length into you. His entire body goes taught and he fills you. Katsuki starts whining at the thought of what he’s doing.

He can feel his cock head pressed against your cervix now. If there was a way, he’d go further. But for now his cum fills your pussy, drenching the inside of your walls. He pushes your hips up.

“Don’t let it out, fuck- don’t.” Katsuki rasps, fingers running through his hair to move it out of the way.

He laps at your pussy and you squirm in his grip. He’s slurping his own cum out of you like it’s his last meal on this god forsaken earth. Licking at the squirt on your ass, his white ropes, sucking at your clit. You buck up and fuck into his mouth a bit, trying to ride his tongue and escape all the same.

You cum like that, shaking and writhing. He leaves a smack to your ass and shoves his cock back into you, fucking the cum that’s left back in. He’s got one more in him.

You get flipped over to your chest, where his cock is bullying that same spot again. And you just can’t stop squirting. It’s everywhere. The bed is soaked, you’re soaked, he’s soaked.

He finishes in you again after you’re drooling all over the bed and desperately begging for it. He thinks about another round. He doesn’t know how long he can go without you.

Cause to him you put the stars in the sky and your pussy tastes better than water to a man dying of dehydration.

Oh lord yes 🫶🏼😭💗

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➳ tags ;; implied first times w each other, fem!reader, smut 

➳ wc ;; 640

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he’s nervous.

so, undeniably nervous. he couldn’t say why for certain - it wasn’t his first time. not by a long shot. he’s had sex with enough people - that’s normally hard and fast that ends with a tired uber ride. he knows the ins and outs of a body, all kinds. it’ll be fine, really - he can’t fuck it up that bad, right?

but he’s nervous, still. his large, calloused hands ghost the skin underneath your t-shirt and time stops. his breath hitches, throaty as you sigh at his touch. you look down at him, warmly but your nerves are getting to you too. he can feel your pulse in his fingers tips as they travel further and further. up against your sternum, flush against your bare tits he squeezes and then kisses you.

and it’s intimate, maybe too intimate for two people who have been together for so long. you waited 6 whole months for this and the expectation hasn’t outweighed the chorus of feelings. of bakugos hot mouth moving against yours in a heated but deep kiss. the feeling of his thick thighs pressed against your panties - muscles terse and catching against your clit.

it’s soft and slow - and so much kissing like neither of you can bear to be away from each other. and it’s maybe the first time bakugo has felt like this. for once he doesn’t care about getting into it - he just wants to touch you. his heart thumps against his ribs as he sees your face flush, saliva connecting two mouths as you giggle breathlessly.

he’s nervous. god you make him so nervous. and every time he touches you he feels like the world is ending because he’s never had it feel so good. everything is spinning and you’re so beautiful - and your body is warrm and soft under his palms. he massages the flesh till your calling his name in that sweet little voice you do

“katsuki,” is how it comes out and bakugo swears under his breath. his hands go lower - under the waistband of your skirt.  and into your panties with two fingers and wide eyes - a deep rumbling voice asking you if it feels okay. and you nod, cling to his shoulder and tell him to be a little softer and he listens. you moan into his ear - moan his name like you know who’s touching you all too well 

and everything moves, like water or like air or like something else that’s too soft and too sweet - and bakugo is watching you unzip his pants and wrap your hands around his cock and he might just finish if he’s not careful. and he watches you move to sink yourself down on him, flipping your shirt to catch a breast in his mouth as you go all the way.

your body trembles in his arms, something about how good he feels and bakugo nods clumsy. and you press your forehead to his and lifts your hands and his hands are all over you. his mouth is all over as you sing his name like a prayer and look him in the eyes. it’s all too intimate, so nerve-wracking he’s forcing himself to keep looking at you as he makes you feel good.

that’s no good either. watching how your lashes flutter as his cock kisses your cervix in a warm welcome. he’s always boasted about good resolve but now he’s moaning your name like it’s the only word he knows. it feels so good - pure euphoria. because it’s you coming apart on him. and the thoughts of anything come secondary to see the knot in your belly unravel and fray. 

you look so pretty when you cum that bakugo cums next. his dick presses into your tight cunt and he finishes with a warm, gentle “i love you, fuck” and he finishes with another warm kiss. with his heart open and tender in your palms. 

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