Hello, Miggiisdumb I Have Something Very Important To Say And In My Minds Every Should Know About You

Hello, miggiisdumb I have something very important to say and In my minds every should know about you and your writings.

Girl I hope your favorite character come up in yo house one day and eat you out like the goddesses you are,you deserve yo shit eaten left to right,upside down,forward and backwards,double Dutch and ect.

I don’t know why you decided to just come on this app and create such a damn amazing story. But from the bottom of my foot to the top of the hair on my head.

Thank you for coming to my Ted Talk.

If y’all thought I was done with Bully Bakugou think again🔫

cw: +18, fingering, public sex, degradation, slight breeding kink and dumbification if you squint

Bakugou’s always so mean to you- but you’re “secretly” a pervert and love every minute of it.

It’s just something about the way he gets so angry, that narrow of his vermilion eyes and snarl on that ferally-handsome face. You were hooked on it from the very first day you started working as his sidekick, felt your legs clench when he seized you down from head to toe.

“Better not get in my way, rookie.”

God, even his voice has you delirious.

So you do everything to get on Bakugou’s nerves- act like a total ditz just so he could make fun of you for it, “conveniently” forget paperwork so he could be all up in your face, seething at you for being such an airhead, or even lose spars on purpose during training, just to feel his muscle bound body manhandle you down on the mats, trap your hands behind your back, words of condescension almost making you soak through your leggings.

You figured it was starting to become obvious by the way you sometimes purposely drop things whenever he’s around and bent over to grab them, ass out and obvious from your leotard hugging your curves- but Bakugou’s eyes burning on the backside of your thighs is always worth it.

You’re none the wiser when Bakugou demands you to follow him down a dark alleyway, cutting your patrol path short because the day’s boring and slow. You don’t expect to be pushed against the wall, breath knocked out of you and still rendered breathless with the broad chest trapping you still, hot huffs of a growl dancing on your face.

“You must think you’re real funny, rookie- think I got all the patience to deal with you.” Bakugou spat, tight grip on your hips having you hitching your breath when he pulled you flushed on him.

“You some kind of slut that gets off of flashin’ her ass around, hah?”

Heavy gauntlets clank so loud against the ground that it wouldn’t be surprising if any passerby caught the sound and saw the indecency of two respectful heroes on duty, but that was the least of your concerns.

Dazed eyes watched the way Bakugou bit a glove off, revealed his big, marred and calloused hand from years of work, followed it down your body, between brown thighs that clenched tight around his wrist when he moved your leotard out of the way and brushed rough tips between your already wet lips. It was like electricity tazzed all of your nerves as he rubbed lazy circles on your clit.

And nasty words kept being whispered in your ear.

“Shit, look at this mess. Walkin’ around in public when you’re this filthy... you really got no shame, sweet cheeks.”

Bakugou slides two fingers in with ease and your jaw slants wide open from the stretch, ten times better than what your fingers or toys could try to replicate. He pumps them once, twice,three times, and juices are squelching all over, loud and crude, your shaky hands gripping his shoulder as you curl on his chest, panting and gasping because he was picking up speed with every passing second, curling on the spongy spot within your pussy regardless of how much you squeezed around his fingers.

The free hand gripped your jaw, hoisted your head up so teary eyes are meeting his lidded ones, deep cherry red from lust as he speaks against your lips.

“You did all of this on purpose, didn’t you?” Bakugou purrs, almost lovingly pecks your lips. “Just what exactly are ya trying to get at, baby?”

He figured he could call you out and tease you for being a pervert, thinking your dumb little attempts at trying to seduce him would go unnoticed, then be mean and leave you all hot and bothered during the rest of your patrol.

He wasn’t expecting you to smile back- wasn’t expecting your hands to grab his arm and grind yourself deeper on his fingers, sensitive nub rubbing on his palm, moans hazing so softly against his mouth as you stare at him in drunken infatuation.

“I want your babies.” You whispered and it drives Bakugou wild, restraint gone as if it was never even there.

“Bend over.”

There’s no room to complaints and you more than happily comply.

It ends with Bakugou being nice to you for once and carrying you the rest of the way back to the agency, still dumb from all the loads stuffed into your poor and sensitive cunt.

Oh wow….I- enjoyed that WAY more than I should of,we’ll time to let my mind run wild.

baby fever.

synopsis ↷ desperate times call for desperate measures. izuku makes you and your husband bakugou a mommy and daddy with his potent nut.

warnings ↷ pro hero au, breeding, pregnancy, unprotected sex, mentions of adoption & sperm donation, pining, infidelity, cucking, mmf threesome, male infertility, izuku has big breeder balls & a fat cock.

characters ↷ bakugou katsuki & izuku midoriya.

Izuku’s thick cock laid heavy on your tummy. Admittedly, he couldn’t remember the last time he’s been this achingly hard. The given situation was one Izuku never thought he’d be in— not even in his most perverted dreams.

“Come on, Deku.” Bakugou’s tone was harsh as he spoke to the green-haired man. “You fuckin’ promised you would get my girl pregnant so fuckin’ do it.”

Bakugou was infertile simply put. After a trip to a specialist, the doctor let you two know that Bakugou just didn’t have enough active swimmers in his sperm. Neither of you can count all the failed attempts at trying for a baby on both your hands combined. Unfortunately, it was something that couldn’t be helped with the doctor advising you to look into adoption and, well, a sperm donor.

Adoption was a high possibility, but neither of you was particularly fond of the idea of a sperm donor. It was the anonymity and the cold transactional feel of the whole ordeal that was unsettling and rather... off-putting to you both. As the weeks went by, the fear of not being able to have a child organically was really starting to settle in you both after the last few desperate attempts to try to get pregnant ultimately failed again.

Things went quiet after that. It was almost an unspoken rule to not bring the matter up anymore. Both parties were equally upset. You have to cope with potentially never being a mother while Bakugou fights his own demons— beating himself up for not being a husband that can provide everything for you in every single aspect of your life. It was mentally exhausting— you both were drained.

It was you who suggested the idea to your husband one night after a hero’s charity gala event. Everything was well throughout the night, that was until you grew envious of Izuku and his wife sharing pictures of their most recent newborn. That would be baby number three for the seemingly perfect couple. Bakugou noticed your change in mood that night, going from sweet and congratulatory to a shift into a more reserved and detached demeanor. He knew what was wrong but all he could provide at the moment was a reassuring hand on the small of your back followed by a chaste kiss to your temple.

You remember sitting at your vanity removing the last of your makeup when you brought up the conversation. Your nerves were getting the best of you but it didn’t stop you from trying.

“Katsuki,” You called softly, eyes looking at his relaxing form on the bed through your mirror. Your hands reached for the soft and fluffy material of the panda headband you often wore while doing your skincare routine.

“What is it?” Bakugou answered gruffly, his eyes still locked on his phone while he scrolled through his various social media. While you put the headband on, your mind churns trying to find the right words to say.

“What about... Midoriya?” Your voice was careful and cautious as if it were stepping on eggshells. It went silent for a few seconds before he spoke again.

“What about that twerp?” Bakugou sat up slowly and locked eyes from behind you through the reflection of the mirror. You mentally rolled your eyes at his juvenile words— even years after graduating from UA, some things never change. Your upper half turned around in the chair, your arm resting on the back as you looked at him.

“He can give us a baby.” You said.

That’s how Izuku found himself in the position he was now, seconds away from fucking his childhood best friend’s wife pregnant. There is no denying that there’s a bit of history between you and Izuku. Bakugou may have your long-lasting love, but Izuku was your first love once upon a time. Seeing you spread out underneath him like this once again after so many years stirred up deep feelings he’s repressed to such a degree that he believed those emotions didn’t exist anymore— that he grew out of them. He realized now that hadn’t ever been the case. Izuku almost feels sick, he’s been “happily” married for about three years now. What are these feelings? He remembers when you told him the news that you and Bakugou had gotten engaged. The cheerful smile on his lips couldn’t have been a bigger lie. “Repress. Forget. Ignore.” is what Izuku forced himself to do, eventually believing his own lie and “moving on.”

“Don’t wanna wait anymore— fuck me, please.” You whine and roll your hips upward in hopes of any kind of friction. Bakugou sat beside you both, his own cock hard and standing at attention embarrassingly enough. He didn’t have to be there, but he wanted to. It made sense, right? Obviously, he wanted to be present for his kid’s conception. It was only fair for him to be present. Bakugou insisted that it wasn’t for anything else, but the way his cheeks were flushed a peachy shade of pink indicated otherwise.

“Move.” Bakugou intervenes with a grumble. Izuku sat on his knees letting the blond hike one of your legs up, nearly pinning your thigh to your chest by cupping the back of your knee.

They watched your wet cunt visibly flutter around nothing before Bakugou took his middle and ring finger and plunged them deep into your cunt earning an explicit mewl from your lips. Izuku watched Bakugou twist and scissor his fingers a couple of times before slipping them out of you and bringing them up to the freckled man’s face.

“See that?” Bakugou asked. Izuku’s mouth watered watching the way the wetness from your hole coated Bakugou’s thick fingers making them glisten in the low-lit bedroom. Two clear thin strings of slick connected his digits as he spread them further apart. “Means she’s ovulating. Cunt’s begging to be bred.”

“Kacchan.. I—” Izuku’s gaze torn away from his fingers, anxious emerald irises met a pair of unyielding vermilion ones. “Are you both sure about this?” his brows are knitted upward in the center.

“Please, Midoriya,” The gentle plea followed by the dainty hand grabbing around his cock made him shutter. Izuku looked down at you with glossy eyes as you worked your hand up and down his shaft with the lightest touch. The precum he was producing was dribbling on your supple tummy and leaving behind a slick patch of wetness on your skin.

“Give us a baby, please. We can’t do it without you.” You spread your thighs further, slipping the head of his cock past your folds and against your clit a few times before aligning him up with your hole.

Izuku failed to notice Bakugou slip behind him until the blond’s lips were at his ear lobe, the tickle from his breath gave Izuku goosebumps.

“Fuck a baby into ‘er, Number 1,” Bakugou whispered, there was hidden aggression behind the nickname. “I won’t ask again.” He provokes. As much as Bakugou hates to admit it, Izuku was the only man he trusted enough to fuck his wife let alone get her pregnant. Izuku was the most fit in his opinion, besides himself or maybe, Kirishima. But with the lack of children on his end and the fact that Izuku had history with you in the past, it was clear what the obvious choice was.

Bakugou watched from over Izuku’s shoulder, his large hands roaming up and down his abs until he was eventually kneading at his big pecs. Bakugou’s eyes were locked on how slowly he entered you, how Izuku’s fat cock split your tight cunt open. Your lips formed an ‘o’ shape and your brow furrowed the more he pushed into your hole. Izuku’s bottom lip was tucked between his incisors desperately trying to hold back a moan. The stretch from his shaft separating your walls burned but it was so pleasant to be filled to the brim. His cock had a nice curve that hit all the right ripples inside of you. Once he was fully bottomed out his trimmed green bush met your clit.

“How does he feel, princess?” Bakugou asked.

“Feels good, Katsu,” You whimpered. “’S so big, baby.”

“Yeah? Stretching out your greedy cunt so well, ain’t he?” His vulgar words made Izuku’s cock twitch inside of you and a moan, rather a whine, escaped his lips.

It didn’t take long for him to start pounding into your poor cunt. Bakugou’s large hands gripped Izuku’s hips, guiding his pace and movement. The relentless pace was almost painful with men making it their mission to get his cock as deep as it could go into you. Izuku had your thighs spread and hiked up. Every time his pelvis rammed into you, the tip of his cock was blatantly kissing your cervix just begging to enter your womb. Bakugou’s cock rubbed against the curve of Izuku’s plump ass while his pearly straight teeth sunk into the younger hero’s skin, leaving deep, red bite marks behind.

All three of you were so, so close— just needed a little bit more.

“M-Midoriya— need- need your cum, need it-” You managed to speak between his hard thrusts.

“You’re gonna be a mommy soon, (Name),” Izuku let out. He sounded breathless, almost like he couldn’t speak. “Gonna make you both a mommy and daddy,” He was close, his voice was wavering just as much as his hips.

“Hah, yeah?” Bakugou grabbed a fist full of Izuku’s hair, yanking his head back so his Adam's apple was on full display. “You fuckin’ better.” The blond gritted into his ear, his cock rubbing against him harder and at a quicker pace. Izuku’s eyes were closed, brows furrowed and his mouth hanging open in complete ecstasy. He could feel you clench around his cock, your orgasm took you by surprise. It started tiny, deep in the pit of your belly until it erupted into strong waves and made your lower half shake into a fit. You felt a bit of wetness come from your cunt as your walls contracted around him.

“‘M gonna fill her up, Kacchan. G-gonna fuck a baby into her.” Izuku moans out in almost a delirious state of euphoria.

“Do it. She’s begging for it, Deku.” Bakugou nips at his ear. “Make me a daddy.”

As if on cue, Izuku’s painted your velvety red walls white in copious amounts. He unloaded every last drop he had held in his balls as if he’s been saving up for years to stuff your womb with his seed. You’ve never felt quite this full. The only way you could describe the feeling was being a water balloon that was actively being filled with a warm substance that was thicker than water. Izuku’s balls twitched as he continued to stuff you full, there was no way you were pregnant after this. He knew his seed was potent, it was almost dangerous. He was three kids now and none of them was a retry.

Bakugou on the other hand had his hand wrapped tightly around his cock jerking himself off hastily. He let out a low grunt of “fuck” before he spilled his cum on Izuku’s lower back, the milky substance running down slowly onto his ass. Izuku gave you a few more pumps, some of his seed was oozing out of your cunt already before he even pulled out.

Your belly felt so full and heavy, like a bitch in heat you just got bred. All you could do was lay there in complete bliss with your hand on your belly hoping that the next morning you would be a new mommy.

© all content belongs to rekiri 2021. do not modify or repost.

Y’all smut writers are on this app just out here showing out…..like damn!! Out here showing y’all while ass MHA writers I’m looking at you….monster fuckers….bicth me 2 but damn! haikyuu writers y’all sure as hell ain’t slick….but I am 😶😳🚪🏃🏾‍♀️

jujutsu kaisen I- I don’t what to even talk about y’all,go outside let’s get a little more human interaction because y’all minds wander a lil far (I’m joking bc bicth my mind be all over the place.) 

We not even about to get into the NSFW artist! My cams roll sick of y’all mfs y’all…..just might be angels ngl tho.

But with my rant over I genuinely want to say thank you for all the work effort and all of your Beautiful ideas you put out into the world ❤️❤️

My 🐱 just throbbing,you’d think the mf working on a beat for drake or sum 😪

Boxer to Boxer (bakugou x fem!reader)

minors DNI

authors note: with all of the things going on with boxing, i was watching floyd mayweather's old fights and was like... bakugou could do that lmao. so here we are. look at this and tell me this doesn't look like some shit bakugou would pull https://youtu.be/bQYeSXpC244

warnings: 18+, unprotected sex, creampie, squirting, kinda fluffy :)

You remember when you had first heard of his name.

Katsuki Bakugou.

How could you miss it? He was everywhere. The belligerent, cocky 19-year-old (at the time) was new to the boxing scene and was making a mess of the whole thing. Everyone was curious about the brash blonde who was taking out boxing titans left and right with his killer fighting instincts.

A small group of (soon to be elite) pro boxers came around all at the same time as Bakugou. Each boy having unique nicknames like Red Riot, Deku, and Dynamite to add to their unique characters. Apparently, they all went to the same school and were trained by boxing veterans like Toshinori- given the nickname All Might by fans due to his crazy power.

People gravitated to a different one of the boys as they grew more popular. Some loved the light-hearted and goofy Chargebolt despite his lowers stats. Others loved the heavyweight fighter Kirishima— formally known as Red Riot— for his charming personality and heavyweight titles. But being a boxer yourself gave you a different point of view.

You loved Bakugou.

Sure, all of the boys were extraordinary, to say the least, but Bakugou was like no other.

He had the most natural ability out of any boxer you had ever seen. He was strategic. Unlike his close friend, Kirishima who is good for taking hits to get close enough to knock someone out, Bakugou's agility almost always outweighed his opponents. He reads his opponents like a book, dancing and dodging around them before moving in with a deadly strike.

Bakugou was someone that people either loved or hated. His brash personality got him in a lot of controversies. Often times snapping at a reporter for asking him a “stupid question.“ Or calling out seasoned boxers claiming he could easily beat them. But what people hated most about him was despite how cocky he was... he could back it up. Eventually racking up a record of 22-0 within the first three years of his career. No matter how much people hated him, they couldn't deny his talent.

Not only that, he was attractive. And he knew it. Walking out to a cocky rap song like Gang Shit No Lame Shit. His body cut and slightly glistening from his warm-up. Nobody could take their eyes off the way his muscles flexed with the slightest movements.

So many girls spent their time ogling at him whether that was in person or on social media. Most hope for a chance with the mighty Dynamite. And you were right along with them.

Your admiration for Bakugou grew the more you watched him. But the moment you became completely enamored with him was a moment you could never forget.

It was your first time seeing Dynamite fight in person. This match was one of the most anticipated. He was set to be fighting one of the most popular boxers... Hawks. Takami Kegio most known for his incredible speed and the giant red wing tattoo spread down his back. He was an attractive and cunning man. A man girls dreamed to be with. He was older than Bakugou and a crowd favorite.

Both men were incredibly talented, but almost everyone believed that Bakugou was in way over his head if he thought he could beat Hawks. And at the beginning of the fight, it appeared that way.

Although Bakugou had great agility, Hawks was one of the only people that could keep up with him (if not exceed him especially in speed).

The match was brutal. It was clear that Bakugou was not used to the swift movements of Keigo taking hit after hit. You sat in the front row watching with a worried expression as Bakugou struggled to dodge Keigo's quick advancements. He had never struggled so much in a match. You had paid so much money for these tickets (with just getting started in your own career), but you weren't concerned with the money. You just wanted Bakugou to win.

Hecklers shouted things. Terrible things that seemed like they would come to pass. Things that had even you, someone who believed fully in Bakugou's ability, questioning whether or not he could do it.

And just as you thought things couldn't get worse. A hard hit was given to Bakugou's temple making him bleed. The sound of the impact rang through the arena. The crowd‘s soft “oooooh” accompanying it. Everyone sensing the severity of the hit.

Time seemed to stand still as Bakugou stood there with his head down. A moment you knew only lasted a second, felt as though it lasted a lifetime. Even the announcer went silent.

This was it. It had to be. You knew better than anyone how hard it would be for Bakugou to win. Not because he lacked in ability, but it would be difficult for any boxer to overcome the mental block of being overpowered.

Although you were new in your pro boxing career, you’ve had many fights where you were overpowered. The hardest part was always getting out of your head.

The feeling of defeat weighing on you before the fight was even over. With the crowd praying on your downfall, the ache of your face and body from the fatigue and punches, and the embarrassing sting of defeat with each new hit that lands on your body… it’s overwhelming. And you know that’s exactly how Bakugou felt at that moment.

Or so you thought.

Keigo stands back, a pleased grin on his face despite how fatigued he might look. But his grin quickly drops as he looks at Bakugou.

Bakugou’s head is lifted again. His eyes were wide and crazed. An unhinged smile is spread across his face showing his slightly bloodied mouth guard. It's a look you've never seen before. He's smiling? After getting hit like that? He rarely ever smiles, but he smiles now of all times?

A dangerous aura drips from him. One that makes Keigo stand on guard. One that even makes everyone in the crowd lean back with wide, expecting eyes.

Bakugou lets out a harsh laugh that’s just barely audible to the crowd. Getting back into a fighting position.

“Damn Hawks. I’m impressed. Your the first fucker to land a good hit on me." his words are slurred together by the mouth guard, but you didn’t miss the pure excitement in his voice. "This is gonna be fun."

A small frown crosses Keigo’s face as he moves to rush Bakugou. But the smile doesn’t leave Bakugou’s face. If anything, it grew. And for the first time in the whole match, Bakugou was able to read Hawks' quick movements. Properly dodging him to land a clean left hook on him. One of Bakugou's specialties.

The crowd roared at the turning moment. The announcers boombed loudly into the mic. Your own cheers rumbling loud in your chest with amazement. What the hell?! Was there anything this man couldn’t do?

"Come on bird brain. You’ve gotta come up with some new tricks if you wanna beat me. I’ve learned all this shit. It ain’t gonna work anymore.” Bakugou taunted. The grin never dropping from his face.

And he was right. The match went on with Bakugou having finally adjusted to reading the speedy Hawks, surprising everyone in the arena. Including yourself.

Bakugou had won. He didn't just have a technical win; he knocked Hawks out. You remember the look on his face when the ref pulled his hand up announcing him the winner. He was more beat up than normal. Swollen bruises and blood covering his face but he looked way more pleased than any other win. He looked happy.

The moment he stepped out of the ring reports rushed towards him to get his thoughts after winning such a strenuous battle.

”Mr. Dynamite! Mr. Dynamite! Please tell us! How did you make such a comeback after the brutal takedown in the first few rounds?” Everyone cringed at the reporter's harsh phrasing, knowing Bakugou wouldn't respond well to that.

Bakugou’s eyes narrowed as he shifted his gaze from the reporter to the mic and to the camera. Clearly deciding whether to tell this reporter to fuck off or sincerely answer her question.

You suppose it was due to his high from winning but Bakugou takes a deep breath, brows etched together into his signature frown, and decides to answer her question.

“Fucking hell…“ he sighs, snatching the mic and stares right into the camera. "Listen here you little fucks. Despite all odds being against you, believe that you are strong enough to get through it. Smile when shit gets hard. That's how you win." And with that, he shoved the mic back to the reporter and walked away. Leaving everyone stunned at his heartfelt response.

"W-well there you have it, folks. Katsuki Bakugou continues to surprise everyone tonight with his astonishing victory and his expert advice."

That day you learned, Bakugou was much more than an attractive hot-headed boxer.

It had been three years since that day, and you had used Bakugou's words to fuel you to become a powerful boxer. Your fame and popularity grew as you defeated more and more people following in Bakugou's footsteps.

Today you had a fight with another popular fighter. Her name was Camie. She was your age and specialized in fake outs. She was good for making her movements unreadable making it hard for them to defend against her. She was strong.

That was one of the reasons you wanted to fight her. After years of training you had developed your own sense of style but a lot of it was inspired by Bakugou's defensive techniques. Catching the eye of reporters and fans. Resulting in you getting asked some invasive questions.

Some would straight up ask if you were obsessed with the pro boxer. Others would wonder if you sought attention from him. But you did your best to combat the reporters by saying that you were just simply inspired by him.

You didn't always do a good job. Often getting carried away talking about our affection for the man.

Fans of yours would even go as far as to ship you with him, which had you all types of embarrassed. They would take pictures of you at his fighting events pointing out how you rarely went to see anyone but him fight. So much so, you had to stop going to see his fights in person to cause less stress.

However, the main reason you wanted to fight Camie was... it was rumored that she had trained with Bakugou for a while. She was said to have perfected her unique fight style by testing it out on him. Knowing that she had a connection to your idol lit a fire under you. Especially if it gave you even the slimmest chance of Bakugou watching you fight.

As much as you hated to admit it, your fans were right. You did want to get Bakugou's attention. You wanted to impress him. And sure you weren't going to just throw yourself at him, you still wanted more than anyone for a chance with him.

You couldn't even count the number of nights were you had touched yourself to the thought of him. Looking at his teasing photos on social media, wishing he had sent them directly to you.

You sat in the back room of the arena-- your hair getting braided up for the fight-- searching through your socials for any clue that Bakugou was going to be at the fight. Looking through hashtags of the fight, trying to see if anyone had snapped a picture with him inside the arena. Searching for anything that said Dynamite was at your fight.

You felt like a hopeless school girl. Here you are, in your twenties hoping and praying to catch the attention of some man. But to you, Bakugou wasn't "some man." You were desperate when it had anything to do with him.

There were no sign of him being here. Just as you were about to loose hope, you heard someone shouting your name.

"Hey! Hey!" it was your manager. She ran up to you, grasping your legs in order to stabilize herself. She was incredibly out of breath from having running around the arena. "He's here!" her eyes were wide with excitement for you. She looked like a proud mother.

Your heart began to beat loud in your chest. A wild mix of nerves and excitement swirled in your stomach. "No. Fucking. Way." You couldn't believe your ears. As much as you had wanted this, could it really be true?

"Yes way!" she smiled. "I was even able to snap a photo-" before she could even finish her sentence you snatched her phone in disbelief. Sure enough, there he was.

Standing there clad in a muscle t-shirt and shorts. His large pecs bulging out the sides of the loose shirt. His body guards stood closely around him ensuring no fans got too close. He was standing on the ground right to the ring. Your mouth watered at the sight.

"Okay okay!" Your manager chuckled. "Quit drooling and give me my phone back."

As soon as your braids were done, you jumped up to begin warming up. Determined to give Bakugou the match of a lifetime. Didn't matter if he was there to support Camie or not. You were going to make him watch you.

"Hey man! I knew I'd catch you here. Did you come to check out your girl?" Bakugou knew exactly who that annoying ass voice came from. There was only one person who could taunt Bakugou like that.

"Shut the fuck up, Shitty Hair. I just came to see a good fight." He turned to see a shit-eating grin spread wide across the redheads face. that annoying ass face he knew Kirishima would have.

"Sure man. Whatever you say." Kirishima wasn't going to fight with Bakugou over it. He knew he was right. And Bakugou knew it too.

Bakugou didn't give a fuck about Camie. He came to see his cute little fangirl he's heard so much about.

He had first heard your name in passing from a fan. Asking that he give his opinion about a girl who seemed to be copying his fight style. He brushed it off saying he didn't give a fuck. But more and more often he would hear your name. People tagging him in posts and fans constantly questioning him when they meet him. It was all fucking annoying.

That is until... he finally saw you. His pants tightening at the thought of a pretty little thing like you obsessed with him. Holy fuck were you gorgeous. Scrolling through your Instagram to see various photos of you. Some photos you were in your boxing gear, others you were dressed up, and every once in a while he finds a photo of you that were more promiscuous photo. He couldn't decide what he liked more.

He spent hours researching you, he felt like a fucking stalker. But he just couldn't get enough of his cute little fangirl. But what he liked watching most was your interviews. Each time his name was mentioned you fumbled over your words getting all shy and embarrassed sending heat straight to his crotch.

He would find fan compilations of you doing some of his defense moves in fights or you cheering him on at his fights. His favorite was a video titled "Every time [Name] fan girls over Dynamite" The video was 20 minutes of you rambling on about him. Trying not to show how truly obsessed you were.

Then he began to notice you at his matches, sitting in the audience wearing a hat and glasses as a lousy way to hide your identity. He knows how much shit you get from fans, so its cute that you just can't help but come to his fights.

But when he heard about your fight against Camie, he knew he had to go. He wondered what you looked like when you found out he was there. Did it make you nervous? Or were you excited? Did you want him to come? Did you fight Camie because you knew he had helped train her in the past?

All of that was answered the moment he saw you. You were completely focused. A threatening aura dripped from you. One that reminded Bakugou of himself. A menacing smile adorned your face.

The match was a complete upset. You didn't even give Camie a chance. Completely overpowering her and knocking her out within the first round.

Even the announcers talked about how they had never seen such aggression from you before in the ring. Bakugou had to do everything in his power to stop a smile from spreading across his face. Knowing you went as hard as you did just because he was watching gave him an odd sense of pride. And a couple of the reporters caught onto that too.

"Do you think that your increased performance had anything to do with Dynamite being in the audience today? I mean, it's pretty clear that you have a thing for him. And today was the first time he's come to one of your fights, correct?"

Your eyes darted around until you locked eyes with Bakugou who was standing with his arms crossed. Kirishima standing behind him giving you a toothy smile.

"Well... I guess you could say I was a little eager to impress Mr. Dynamite." a lopsided smile spread across your lips as you stared directly at him. You bit your lump lip as your eyes trailed him up and down.

Finally. You were getting exactly what you wanted. Bakugou’s eyes were finally on you. Even from here you could feel his hungry gaze burning into your body. It gave you butterflies.

Fucking hell, did you know what you were doing to him.

Bakugou watched you as the crowd cleared out of the arena deciding what to do. You were just so damn sexy. He had to have you.

Just as he was about to move he felt a slap to his back. “Go get em!” Kirishima smiled.

With that, Bakugou made his way towards you. Excitement buzzing through his body.

"Well, that was one hell of a fight." Bakugou rasped behind you. The moment you turned to face him, you were meet with a face full of his tits. Having to step back in order to look him in the eye.

And holy shit was it a sight to see. With this distance, you could see every little detail in his face that the cameras didn't give justice to. Despite your height, Bakugou still managed to tower over you. A teasing grin on his face that made your knees week.

"T-thank you Mr. Dynamite! That means so much to me." Bakugou had to stop himself from letting out a groan hearing the way his nickname slipped through your lips. He could only imagine the way you would whine it while he ate you out.

"Oh yeah? Tell me, princess" he leaned forward, so close you could smell his minty breath."How eager are you to impress me, hm?" a devilish smile pulling at his lips seeing the way your eyes burn with want. He swears your already getting dizzy just from him standing so close.

"I would do anything to impress you!" He snickers at how quick you are to answer. Bringing a hand up to cup your cheek, drawing his thumb across your bottom lip.

"I see. Well why don't you be a good girl and let me reward you for your victory today." You sluggishly nod your head, already feeling drunk on his attention.

Before you know it, he's pulling you into an empty room in the arena too eager to wait. His hands are all over you before you can make sure the door is completely shut. Wedging his thick thigh in-between your legs. Reveling in the way you automatically roll your hips against him.

A whimper leaves your lips as he slips his hands underneath your sports bra, uncaring that you were still sweaty from finishing a match. He's quick to remove all of your clothes. Leaving you bare in front of him.

A low whistle leaves his lips at the sight of your tits. Immediately moving to roughly pinch your nipples. And fuck, your sensitive. A loud gasp leaving your lips.

"Fuck princess, you that sensitive?" His eyes glued to the way your face contorts with every pull of your nipple. Loving the way you jut your hips forward in rhythm with his teasing.

"Just been dreaming of this for so long. You have no idea." You admit with a breathy moan.

"Yeah? You touch this pretty pussy to the thought of me?" he prods, but he already knows the answer by the way your eyes roll back from his lewd words. You look like you would cum just from this if he'd let you.

"Oi" He roughly grabs your cheek, forcing you to look him in the eye. "Answer me when I ask you a question."

"Yes sir." you mewl, eyes clouded over with lust.

"Look at you. I've barely touched you and you're already falling apart." he laughs cruelly.

But to be honest, Bakugou is feeling just as needy as you. He's beyond eager to feel you around him. Each one of your moans fueling his yearning.

He can't wait any longer. He promises himself that next time, he'll really take his time with you. But for now, he needs to feel you.

You watch hungrily as Bakugou pulls his shorts down to reveal his raging hard cock. You eyes widen as it slaps against his abdomen. a look of slight fear coming over your face as he gives his veiny cock a languid pump.

"Don't worry, princess. It'll fit." He teases, noticing your worried expression. "Your so wet it'll slip right in." You nod your head, but you know better. No one you've ever had was that big and you haven't even been prepped, but the idea of Bakugou splitting you open has you too worked up to care.

He turns your around pressing your front into the cold wall and Bakugou harshly grabs the fat of your ass. Spreading your cheeks apart, exposing you to his greedy gaze.

For a moment, you wonder if Bakugou's getting off on the idea of fucking you raw, but when you feel the head of his cock prodding your entrance all thoughts slip your mind.

A loud groan leaves his lips as he pushes into you. You suck the air in through your teeth feeling Bakugou stretch you out. He mutters soft words of encouragement into your ear, kissing your neck softly.

"Doing so well for me pretty girl. So good. Just- just a little more." He sinks his hips further and further into you. The stretch feels almost unbearable until a debauched moan leaves your lips as he thrusts the rest of the way into you.

"So fucking tight." he breathes. "Your walls are clamping down on me so damn hard." He pulls back a little to thrust into you again. "Chocking me." Tears sting your eyes from his rough movements.

"It's too much. Katsuki please-" your cut off with an uncharacteristic moan from Bakugou. As he ruts his hips into faster, your mind begins to numb from the overwhelming pleasure. With each thrust of his hip, Bakugou's tip kisses your cervix. His veins rub against the gummy part of your walls. You've never been so full before. And that fact that you were fuck Bakugou you still have yet to overcome.

"Say it again." His hand snakes around to grope at your breasts. "Say my name. Fuck-" You moan out loudly. "You say you've been waiting for this. Well shit princess, so have I. Watching your all your interviews, seeing the way you get all flustered the moment someone mentions my name, I've been imagining this for a while too."

You walls clamp down hard around Bakugou. Hearing him say that he was waiting for this. That he was eager for you was too much.

You jut your hips back in rhythm with Bakugou to meet his thrusts. Wanting- needing more of him.

"Look at you, fucking slut. Go ahead then. Fuck yourself on my cock." He leans back and watches the way you hungrily bounce yourself on him. Giving your ass a few slaps before snaking his hand around to your puffy clit.

"Holy-" you rest your head against the wall. The knot in your stomach becoming unbearable for you to deny. Each rock of your hips causing you to teeter closer and closer to the edge.

Bakugou can sense it. He knows your close. He wants to see you come undone around his cock. He circles your clit faster beginning to rock his hips back into you, watching the way you gasp and hiccup.

But something feels off. Each time Bakugou's cock brushes past your ribbed walls. A sensation builds in you that your unfamiliar with. Something so intense it has you reaching back to stop Bakugou.

"Katsuki wait somethings wrong-" He ignores you, slapping your hand away. "I feel funny-" you gasp, having a hard time grasping the words you need to describe what your feeling.

But Bakugou's heard those words before. And the implication of what your saying has him rutting harder against you. Circling your clit with fervor.

"You gonna squirt, pretty girl? You gonna soak my cock. Get me all dirty." You whine loudly at his words. You feel your legs getting weak and, as if Bakugou could read your mind, he takes his free hand to snake it around you for support. Leaning forward, he bites your shoulder sending tingles down your back. "Then do it. Cum all over me."

Just like that, you came. An explosive feeling releasing inside you. You body went numb as a clear liquid gushed all over Bakugou. His hips never stopping to work you through your high. And a high it was.

Your walls fluttered around Bakugou viscously. Sucking him dry for everything he's worth. Your body went limp, unable to support itself from the extreme high. Bakugou giving his last few pumps before cumming inside you with a groan.

Before pulling out, he had to admire the both of your covered in release. His cum starting to drip down his balls and mix with your release staining his shorts.

He pulls out and wordlessly gets dressed. You do the same. A bittersweet feeling washes over you as you realize its over. You enjoyed every bit of it, but it flew by so fast. You were sure he was done with you.

Both of you walked out of the room, heading towards the exit. Before you could stomach having to say goodbye, you headed out to your car.

Until you feel a large palm grasp your wrist and pull you back.

"Where the fuck are you going?" You turn to see Bakugou, a confused look on his face.

"Well I-" he watches as you struggle to find the words.

"We're not done. Your coming home with me. We've still got plenty more to celebrate." A smile spreads wide across your face. Bakugou can feel his heart melt at the sight.

He pulls you in close, wrapping his arm around your shoulder. "Fucking dumbass. You're mine now."

a/n: thank you so much for reading. i'm pretty new to this writing thing so feedback/constructive criticism is welcomed and appreciated.

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