Kirishima X Bakugou X F!reader

kirishima x bakugou x f!reader

summary - you're a shy transfer student who's paired with kirishima for a project, by chance, you meet his boyfriend. porn with not a lot of plot.

a/n - smut, threesome, bakugou and kirishima are both bi and so is reader, college au, quirkless au, praise, degradation, shy reader, sorry for slandering shinsou, unprotected sex, face fucking, impact play, cumplay ig im, i forgot that this was mostly filth when i went to re edit it. repost from my old blog, katsupeach. kirishima and bakugou's heights are described but they're bigger than you, daddy kink, some mild hurt comfort, they like you more than a one night stand isn't that nice.

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Being paired with the sunny extroverted football player for your essay project wasn’t your worst nightmare, but only because your subconscious was rarely so creatively cruel. You traced the assignment with your finger, checking again to make sure that it was right. F/N L/N, Kirishima Eijirou. Fuck. You look up, and to your embarrassment, he’s looking over at you, and you make eye contact. He shoots you a bright smile that you attempt to return. Professor Aizawa continues talking about the project, but you’re not listening, you’re too busy wiping your clammy hands on your jeans. You dart out of the classroom, through the hallways, and onto the quad but of course, he catches you. 

“Hey, hey y/n!” Shit. You turn around and there he is, towering over you. 

“Hi.” You say. 

“Do you wanna exchange numbers? Talk about the project?” He grins at you. “You’re a transfer, right? 

“Yeah,” you say quickly. “Don’t worry about the project, I’ll just do it. I don’t mind.” He blinks at you. 

“No, uh, no way,” He sheepishly touches the back of his neck. “I can’t letcha do that, I promise I won’t hold you back.” You swallow nervously. 

“It’s really fine.” You respond, barely audible. He shakes his head. 

“Come on, I won’t be that bad.” He reaches out to touch your upper arm and you flinch from him. “Sorry, I just,” he withdraws his hand, “Let’s get coffee if you don’t have class? On me.” You tuck your hair behind your ears. 

“Oh, um sure.” He leads you to the student union, chattering about the reading, making it so you barely have to fill in the blanks of the conversation. He leans down to you when you get to the barista, 

“Whaddya want, I’ll order for you.” 

“Just a latte.” You say. He moves around you to order, careful not to touch you. 

“She’ll have a latte, and I’ll have a Caramel Frappucino.” He says, smiling gently at you. “Let’s grab a booth, it’ll be quieter.” You let him lead you across the busy student union, holding both of your hot coffees. He’s right, it’s a little quieter in the booth. “Do you have any ideas?” 

“Yeah,” You tuck your hair behind your ears. “I was thinking, maybe um something about, the pre-raphaelites, and how their ultra-realism was a revolution that actually went so hard that it transcended realism to become nonrepresentational.” He blinks at you. 

“Yeah, uh, okay, let’s do that.” You sigh. 

“Just let me do it.” 

“No, no,” he says quickly, “I’m a little behind in the reading, that’s all, I’ll catch up and then I’ll understand. Let’s look now, at one of the paintings, and you can explain it to me.” You take a sip of your coffee and flip to a page in your three hundred dollar textbook, complete with glossy colored pictures. 

“This is Ophelia, by John Edwin Millais.” He looks at the pale woman lying in the reeds. 

“Oh shit, is she dead?” You swallow. 

“Yeah, of course, she is, she’s Ophelia.” He looks sheepish. “From Hamlet. She pretty famously dies.” He looks even more sheepish. 

“Uh, okay.” He puts his palms up. “Tell you what, I will catch up on the reading. I will. And then we can divide up work, and get started. I will not be the mean jock that makes you do this yourself. I refuse.” 

“Frankly that’s more honor than I expected from you.” He laughs, touching the back of his neck. 

“Jeez. Sorry that my fellow athletes did ya so dirty. Scouts honor, I won’t leave you high and dry.” He’s oozing sincerity. You don’t trust it. 

“Okay.” He raises his eyebrows and then straightens. 

“It doesn’t matter if you believe me now. I’m gonna prove it.” He looks down at the textbook. “Okay, she’s dead, keep explaining.” 

“So she’s dead, but look at all the flowers around her. Her death is a tragedy, and it’s considered one of the most eloquent descriptions of death in literature.” 

“Ooh,” Kirishima takes his phone out. “Let me google it. What’s it from again?” You smile nervously. 

“It’s Lady Gertrude’s speech, from Hamlet.” He squints at his screen. 

“Wait, what language is this in?” You laugh a little despite yourself. 

“English,” you say, “give it here, I’ll demonstrate.” He hands you his phone, it’s cool and heavy in your hands. “No case?” 

“I don’t drop things.” He says, a hint of pride in his voice. You laugh, genuinely. 

“There, on the pendant boughs her coronet weeds, Clamb'ring to hang, an envious sliver broke,” your voice is low, Kirishima leans in across the table to hear what you’re saying. “When down her weedy trophies and herself, Fell in the weeping brook. Her clothes spread wide,” He feels a blush creep onto his cheeks, there’s something almost sensual about the music of your words. “Which time she chanted snatches of old tunes, As one incapable of her own distress,” Kirishima’s breath hitches in his throat. 

“Oh,” he interrupts you, “Oh I get it.” You nod. “Wait but please don’t stop.” He begs. “I’m sorry, I shouldn’t have said anything. Go on.” You give him a small smile. 

“Or like a creature native and endued unto that element. But long it could not be

till that her garments, heavy with their drink, pulled the poor wretch from her melodious lay, to muddy death.” He sighs with happiness. 

“Wow.” He breathes. “Reading Shakespeare doesn’t feel like that.” 

“That’s because he wrote plays,” you explain, “And plays, like poetry, were always meant to be experienced as spoken word entertainment rather than read.” He nods vigorously. 

“That makes so much sense!” He grins, still leaning rather close to you across the table. 

“Oi, shitty hair!” Someone snarls and you jump, gasping in surprise. “And what the fuck is wrong with you?” Bakugou Katsuki, loud, brash, and Quarterback of the football team leans over your table. You shrink from him. 

“Bakugou!” Kirishima chastizes. “You can’t snap at people like that. You scared the shit out of her, I just got her to start talking to me.” He shakes his head. “Y/n, I’m sorry, this is my boyfriend.” You blink in surprise. “Yeah, we’re both bi.” He confirms, fielding your expression with expert precision. Bakugou elbows his way next to Kirishima in the booth, dropping his textbooks. “Y/n was just reading me some Shakespeare for context on this.” He points to the Millais, your textbook still lying open. 

“That Ophelia?” He asks you and you nod. “So you were reading him Lady Gertrude’s speech.” You blink at him. “Yeah, we’re not all fuckin’ idiots.” He says, hitting Kirishima lightly on the back of the head. “But go ahead, I want to hear it.” 

“Oh um,” your face burns. “I was done. I mean it’s a short passage.” 

“Something else then,” he grins, “I like to watch him struggle.” Kirishima swats at his boyfriend, who dodges and smiles. You hand him his phone back.

“I really don’t think that’s a good idea.” You say and he narrows his eyes, and scrolls through his phone. 

“Shitty hair we’ll give you somethin’ easy, just tell us what this means.” 

“Why can’t you read it?” You say a little annoyed and he grins. 

“You’ll see.” He selects something on his phone and then hands it to you. 

“Oh.” You say, a scowl forming on your lips, seeing Katherine’s monologue. “You want me to read the Shakespearean equivalent of yes sir, I would be happy to make you that sandwich?” 

“What?” Kirishima blinks. Bakugou looks like he’s about to speak but you cut him off. 

“Kirishima look at me.” He does. “This was the first thing we were supposed to read in this course. Have you done any of the reading for this class?” Kirishima goes bright red, shrinking nervously from Bakugou. 

“Shitty hair?” Bakugou growls. “Skippin’ out on the reading, huh?” You raise your eyebrows and start to gather your things. Kirishima buries his face in his hands. 

“Wait,” you stop and look at him, you’d already stood to make your escape. “Please help me study, please help me catch up.” He eyes Bakugou. “He’s the meanest tutor, and I feel like you wouldn’t be.” You sigh. 

“Kirishima, we’re not even friends.” You reach for your coffee but he looks so hurt that you pause. Bakugou snorts. 

“Never thought I’d see the day where it took you more than five minutes to make friends with someone,” he eyes you, “What’s your deal? You’re a transfer, right?” Your hands shake a little as you respond. 

“Yep.” It could be your imagination, but for a fraction of a second, Bakugou’s eyes flick to your hands before moving back to your face, softening a little. 

“Please.” Kirishima says, taking a step forward. “I’ll do something for you, anything.” You sigh, looking away. “I’ll introduce you to all our friends!” he offers. “You don’t know anyone, right?” 

“And I like it that way.” You counter and that gets a genuine laugh out of Bakugou. “I’ll tutor you, though,” you offer, “On one condition.” Kirishima nods, and you sit back down. “I will make every decision about this project.”  

“That’s fine!” He says brightly. “Thank you, thank you so much.” Bakugou clears his throat, you’re still holding his phone. 

“Actually,” you say, “This is an ok place to start.” You turn the phone to Kirishima on the table who shakes his head. 

“Read it to me, please, please it sounds so much better.” You massage your temples, watching Bakugou smirk. 

“Fie, fie, unknit that threatening unkind brow, And dart not scornful glances from those eyes, To wound thy lord, thy king, thy governor.” You say, not sure where to look. 

“Ok, so don’t question your boss.” Kirishima says, “Got it.” 

“Not quite.” You say. “Very sweet of you to immediately strip the clearly gendered terminology from this passage.” Bakugou knocks shoulders with his boyfriend. 

“Try again.” He motions for you to continue. 

“It blots thy beauty as frosts do bite the meads, Confounds thy fame as whirlwinds shake fair buds, And in no sense is meet or amiable. A woman mov’d is like a fountain troubled- Muddy, ill-seeming, thick, bereft of beauty.” 

“Oh.” Kirishima says. “This is about, uh, like, when women aren’t sweet they’re ugly?” You nod, smiling. 

“Yeah, that’s as decent interpretation. Think about the words, a woman moved is like a fountain troubled, women who have strong emotion or even rational thought that’s being read as emotion due to a sexist lense, has as much value as a fountain that’s broken, spewing mud. Think about that metaphor.” Kirishima’s brow furrows. 

“I don’t like this. I love it when women aren’t sweet.” Then he smiles at you. “‘Course, if they wanna be, that’s fine by me.” You hand Bakugou his phone back. 

“I’m finished debasing my gender for your entertainment.” You say to the blonde, and scribble something down on a scrap of paper. “I’m free Saturday afternoon, this is my number, text me if you want to be tutored.”  

_______

On Friday night, you’re curled up with a mug of hot chocolate and your favorite show, with a soft blanket, happily alone in your single. You get a text from Kirishima. 

Kirishima: hey! We’re having a movie night. Wanna come over?

You: I’m good, thanks 

Kirishima: come on, what are you doing?

You: watching Jane the Virgin

Kirishima: alone or am I interrupting a netflix and chill session

You: aaaaaaaaa i like being alone it’s fine 

You toss your phone aside, ignoring it’s incessant buzzing, watching Jane pick out a wedding dress, tearing up when her father shows up. You have a moment where you genuinely struggle with the desire to respond, grappling with your own social anxiety before choosing the comfort of being alone. There’s a soft knock at the door. You throw a zip up hoodie on over your tank top. 

“Hey,” There’s a guy standing in the hallway with dark hair. You don’t recognize him. “I’m Shindou, your next door neighbor.” You shrug. 

“Hi, can I help you?” You can smell the alcohol on his breath, he runs his fingers through his hair.. 

“Can I come in?” He asks, smiling brilliantly. You shake your head. 

“No thanks,” you lean against the doorframe. “What’s up?” He takes a step near you. 

“You can um,” he says, smiling sheepishly, “I was hoping I could come in.”  He’s swaying a little. 

“Nope,” you try and close the door but he wedges an elbow into it, catching the door frame in a large hand.

“I would like you to leave.” You say, with as much firmness as you can muster. 

“Don’t be like that, sweetheart.” He says, smiling, “Come on, don’t be a bitch about this,” 

“Don’t be a bitch about what?” A familiar voice growls from down the hallway.

“Just leave.” You say, pleading, trying again to close the door on him but he shoves his way in, stumbling drunk. You jump out of the way but he knocks into you, and you slam against the chest of drawers next to your door, the air rushing from your lungs. Strong hands pull  him back though, as you catch yourself before he can hit the ground. You see Bakugou slam him against a wall. 

“Walk it the fuck off.” Bakugou snarls, before turning his attention to you. “Text Kirishima back. You’re hurting his feelings.” He says, before registering your face, how shaken you are. “Oh shit, don’t fuckin’ cry.” Your hands shake, hard. 

“W-what are you doing in my building?” You ask. He blinks at you. 

“I live here.” He points to the black garbage bag he put down to grab Shindo. “That guys an asshole. Stay away from him.” You nod and he sighs, looking away. “Fine.” He pushes his way into your room, and before you can say anything he’s wrapping his arms around you. “Shh, or shut up or somethin’, okay?” You bury your face in his neck, it does feel nice, to be held. He lets you go after about a minute. “Come on. Movie night.” 

“I don’t-” 

“Did that sound like a fuckin’ invitation to you?” He snarls. “Because I meant it like a goddamn order.” You nod, sniffling a little. He waits for you while you pick up your phone and slip into some shoes. 

“Gonna uh,” he says, “Gonna put pants on?” You turn beet red and lift the end of your long hoodie to reveal the shorts you were wearing, he looks almost disappointed. “Come on then, we don’t have all damn night.” You grab your room key and phone and follow him down the hallway to the garbage shoot, and then up to his room. He lived on the fourth floor, and his room had slanted ceilings that were covered with posters. There’s a small crowd gathered on an array of beanbag chairs, and the small dorm room was spotless. Kirishima’s face lights up. 

“You came!” He says, getting up and giving you a quick hug. 

“Some fuckin’ asshole tried to barge into her room.” Bakugou growls. “Dick.” Kirishima’s eyes widen. 

“Who?” He says to Bakugou. Bakugou rolls his eyes. 

“Shindo, who the fuck else?” Kirishima’s jaw tightens for a second before turning to the group, snatching a remote and pausing the movie. 

“Hey! This is y/n. She’s really nice so try not to scare her off.” They introduce you to their friends, Denki, Mina, and Sero. “She’s a transfer.” They greet you, someone hands you a drink and you settle in an empty bean bag chair. Kirishima sits next to you, his face a little flushed. 

“Hey,” He says quietly. “Did you read my texts or did Bakugou just spirit you up here to make me happy?” You blink at him. 

“Um I didn’t read them.” you confess. “I just, people make me so nervous.” He nods. 

“I can tell.” He looks away. “I was pretty excited to be partnered with you. I uh, I’ve missed everything we were supposed to be learning in class because I keep staring at you.” 

“You’re drunk.” You say and he shrugs. 

“Catch up.” You hit him lightly on the back of the head, 

“Don’t you have a boyfriend?” He laughs and slips an arm around you. 

“We have an understanding.” He leans over, “And honestly I think he likes you too.” You make a decision and down your drink quickly, then settle into the crook of his arm. He moves you, so that you’re flush against his side. You look around nervously but Sero and Mina are full on making out and ignoring the movie, Denki’s fallen asleep. You feel his breath on your ear and your neck erupts in goosebumps. “Can I get you another drink?” You nod, face burning. You turn your face and meet his eyes, for just a moment. “Hey, Bakugou, can you pass me that?” Kirishima points to the half empty bottle of vodka. You’d almost forgotten the blonde. Bakugou is lying on his bed, but he gets up, grabbing it and a plastic bottle of fruit juice. He sits down slowly on the other side of the beanbag chair with a grunt, taking your red plastic cup from you and dumping the rest of the cranberry juice in it. Kirishima gets on his side, resting his head in one of his palms. You mimic his movements, snuggling into his hard chest. Bakugou rolls his eyes and pours less than one shot into your cup. You pout.

“What? You don’t need more to drink.” He grumbles. You take the cup from him, and sip it. 

“This is basically just juice!” You complain and you feel Kirishima groan softly as you push up a little on the beanbag chair to get closer to Bakugou, inadvertently pressing your ass against his crotch. He takes one of your hips in his huge hand, reaching under your hoodie, fingers digging into your soft flesh. 

“I said you don’t need any more to drink.” Bakugou snaps. “I’ve got half a goddamn mind to take that from ya,” he eyes the cup, “And just get you both water.” Kirishima’s hand travels up under your hoodie, pushing your tank top up to rest on your waist. You give Bakugou your best, brattiest smile, and tip the cranberry juice drink into your mouth, chugging it and then handing him your empty cup. He smiles evilly and cocks his head to one side. “Brat. You’ll pay for that.” You shrug, feeling Kirishima start to rub circles into your skin, to draw your body closer to his.

“You should be nicer to him.” Kirishima says, as Bakugou climbs onto the beanbag chair, laying down and facing you. He watches your face carefully as Kirishima’s hand moves lower, under the elastic band of your shorts. You can feel his swelling erection rubbing against your ass. “He calls the shots around here, baby.” He parts your folds with two fingers and you feel your face warm as he drags his fingers lazily across your slit. He presses gently, experimentally, on your clit and your mouth drops open, sucking a sharp breath. 

Bakugou’s lips crash down on yours, muffling the sweet hiccuping moan that would have escaped your lips as Kirishima starts to circle your clit with one calloused hand. His kiss is hot, searing, and he swipes your lips with his tongue before slipping it between them, keeping you quiet in the darkness as the others watch the movie intently. He guides you carefully, cupping your face in expert hands, while Kirishima locks your body against his with one arm wrapped under your ribs, and tortures you with the other. 

“She’s so wet.” He whispers. “When’s the last time anyone touched you, baby?” He coos. Of course you don’t answer, you can’t, as he dips a finger into your aching core, and you bite down hard on Bakugou’s lip. You taste blood and the blonde pulls away from you, something wild in his eyes. You get out half a gasp before his mouth is back on yours, this time he reaches for your body, you hear your hoodie unzip. He reaches under your sweatshirt, palming your breasts, grunting softly. You hold onto his arms, digging little half moons in the contours of his bicep. 

“You’re so fuckin’ soft.” He says into your mouth. “Gonna be a good girl and stay quiet for me?” You nod, Anything, anything as long as Kirishima didn’t stop fucking you with his fingers, pressing against that one bundle of nerves in a way that was making your eyes roll and your face hot. You can feel him grinding his hard cock against your ass. Bakugou lifts your tank top over your shirt and pulls your breasts out of your bra. “Nice tits.” He groans, before taking a nipple in his mouth and sucking hungrily. 

“She’s gonna cum.” Kirishima warns, and it’s true you can feel that tight coil in your stomach, feel the muscles in your thighs tense, as you near your release. To your dismay, Bakugou chuckles. 

“Nah, she doesn’t need it yet.” He moves back up into your eyeline. “In case you’re too stupid to understand that, you’re not allowed to cum yet, got it.” You meet his intense gaze and he rolls his eyes and covers your mouth with his free hand. “I wanna see you fuckin’ cry for it.” You flex your feet, squirming against Kirishima as you reach our and hold onto Bakugou’s muscled forearms. You feel his breath, hot on your ear. “C’mon bitch.” He growls. “I said I wanted to see you cry.” Kirishima drags his thrumb roughly across your clit and you nearly lose it, screwing up your face in concentration. 

“Aw,” Kirishima coos. “She wants to be a good girl so bad, Katsuki.” He presses a kiss to the top of your head. “You’re doing so well, baby.” Bakugou grabs your jaw roughly, holding it so tightly that you’re forced to part your lips, panting like a dog. Your eyes start to water, it hurts, it hurts so badly, you just want to cum, you’ll do anything, you’re desperate for it. Your lower lip trembles as the first tear rolls down your cheek, disappearing into the fabric of the beanbag chair. 

“Harder.” Bakugou orders, and you can see him palming his cock with his free hand through his pants. For a second you think he’s talking to you but when Kirishima picks up the pace you realize you were wrong, he watches you tremble. “You look fucking pathetic.” He snarls. “What would you give me, to cum, right now?” 

“Anything.” You breathe, eyes watering. “Anything you wanted.” He grins again, that same wildness in his eyes before he spits in your open mouth. 

“Swallow.” He commands, still speaking lowly enough so that his friends, apparently incredibly stoned, can’t here. “Then cum for me, bitch.” You release the coil you’d been holding and your whole body spasms as wave after wave of pleasure hits you, Kirishima carefully carries you through your high. You’re vaguely aware, on some level, of how you’re gushing around his fingers, of his little groan,

“Shit, she clenches so hard when she cums.” Kirishima breathes. Bakugou’s mouth is pressed against yours, muffling the desperate moan that comes from deep within you. Your hands shake as you grab fistfuls of his t-shirt and hold on for dear life. When your vision clears you’re on your back between the two men. Kirishima is brushing the hair softly off your forehead, and Bakugou is pressing a surprisingly soft kiss to your cheek. “Is your room empty, baby?” Kirishima asks and you nod, unable to speak yet. “Should we go there?” You nod again and try to stand, feeling how sticky your shorts have become, the drying slick on your thighs. 

“Wait!” Kirishima says and your knees give out. Bakugou catches you easily, lifting you in his arms and rolling his eyes. 

“Don’t try and walk after cumming like that, stupid.” He says, shaking his head. They walk down to  your empty dorm room, where when they flick the lights on, your long forgotten mug of hot chocolate is on the window sill, probably ice cold. 

“This is so cute!” Kirishima coos. “You know I’ve had a crush on you all semester.” He smoothes out  your baby blue comforter. “It’s not exactly how I’ve imagined it, but it’s so you.” Bakugou deposits you on the bed. 

“Knew there was a reason you had no fuckin’ clue what was happening in that class.” He looks at you. “When you can talk again he’s gonna need a goddamn tutor, so I hope we didnt fuck anything in there,” he taps your forehead, “up permanently.”  Kirishima looks sheepish and Bakugou continues. “But if you’re not talkin’ I can think of much better uses for your mouth.” You nod, and clear your throat with a high pitched grunt. 

“You uh,” you look at Kirishima. “You like me?” 

“I may or may not have begged the professor to pair us together for this project.” You giggle. 

“Oi, sorry,” Bakugou snaps. “I meant suck my fuckin’ dick.” You flush, embarassed, he sits on your chair, unzipping his pants and putting one of your pillows at his feet. “Crawl.” He says pointing lazily at his feet. You slip all the way out of your hoodie before obliging. 

“She’s really so good,” Kirishima coos, “I knew that attitude was all an act, right, baby, you just wanna make us feel good, right?” You barely hear him, Bakugou’s taken his dick out of his pants and there’s no other word for it, it’s pretty. Long and thick, the head a deep pink and dripping with precum. 

“Yeah.” You say softly, before taking the tip of him in your mouth, giving it a little kitten lick to clean the precum off of it before taking as much of it as you can, drooling sloppily on his lap. He groans. 

“Fuck, yeah princess, just like that,” He catches your eyes, “Love the way your lips look on my fat fuckin’ cock, look up at me, like that.” He looks up, putting one hand on the back of your head, setting a pace for you, forcing you just a little farther with each thrust. “What are you waiting for, shitty hair?” He growls. “Just gonna watch?” Kirishima runs his fingers through his hair and glances at Bakugou’s hands, tangled in your hair, “Awww,” Bakugou makes the sweetest sound his gravel allows, “You were waiting for permission, like a good boy.” Kirishima nods. 

“Y-yes, sir.” He says. 

“Take her shorts off.” Bakugou orders, leaning back in your fold up chair, the canvas groaning.” You lovinging flick  your tongue over the underside of his cock. He pulls you back off of him though and speaks, “Green means go, yellow means slow down, red means stop. If you tap me,” He says, tapping his own thigh, in case you were too stupid to understand that, “I will stop. Understand?” You nod. “Say it.” He says gruffly. 

“I understand.” You say, and he reaches down, parting your soft lips with his thumb. You suck it hungrily and he smiles when you scrape your teeth against the pad of his finger. 

“Get back to work.” He orders, and you do, taking as much of him as you can, concentrating on keeping your throat relaxed, swelling with pride at every little groan you elicit from his mouth. Kirishima kneels behind you, letting out a soft whine as he rubs the head of his cock against your slit. 

“She’s so wet,” Kirishima moans, ‘Can, can I please fuck her, please?” Bakugou takes his eyes off yours for a moment, not releasing the back of your head. 

“Have you been a good fuckin’ boy?” He asks huskily. Kirishima nods emphatically. “Hmmm,” Bakugou rumbles, closing his eyes in pleasure as you drool on his cock. “What do you think,” he grabs you by the hair and pulls you off his dick, “Want him to fuck you?” You turn around and look at him, and gasp a little. He’s so big, the biggest you’ve ever seen, wide and long, at least 8 inches, purple tipped and dripping with precum. He’s pumping himself slowly. You turn back to Bakugou. 

“I-Is it gonna hurt, daddy?” You ask, the title slipping from your lips like water. Bakugou’s dick twitches in front of your face. 

“He can go slow, for you,” Bakugou growls, pressing a kiss to the top of your head. “Make sure she’s prepped dumbass.” He nods at Kirishima, and you move to keep sucking Bakugou’s cock but he catches your face. “I wanna watch you take it.” He says gruffly, savoring the way your eyes widen at the pressure, and then the stretch, and then the pain, as Kirishima gently eases inside of you. He waits to move until he hears your sharp little gasp, your mouth dropping open and saliva dribbling down your chin. Bakugou grins, taking the chance to force himself back in your mouth, focusing on his own orgasm now, grabbing a fistful of your hair and setting his own pace. This time it’s impossible to relax, if you could concentrate on anything it would be the pleasant pain of Kirishima rutting his huge cock against your soft walls, but Bakugou forces your head all the way up his length, so that your nose is pressed to the blonde tuft of hair at his stomach. 

“Fuck,” Kirishima says harshly, “She got even tighter when you did that,” he picks up the pace a little and you see stars. Bakugou starts fucking your throat in earnest now, groaning, fingers tearing through your hair. 

“Take it, bitch,” He growls, when he sees your eyes start to water as  you gag, “Fuck yeah, baby just like that, you like this?” He looks at Kirishima, blushy and glossy eyed as he snaps his hips against your ass. “You like gettin’ fuckin’ spitroasted like some dirty fuckin’ whore, huh?” There’s no way for you to respond, not with your jaw aching, not as his thrusts become erratic and he slams himself all the way down your throat again. You feel him start to explode in your throat, but then he pulls out, coating your face in his cum and leaning back in  your chair. “Good girl,” he breathes while you gag and sputter, “Good fuckin’ girl.” He sighs heavily. “You look so good like this, daddy’s desperate little slut, arentcha?”

“Y-yes daddy.” You say with the first lungful of sweet air you’re able to get. “Oh god,” you choke out as Kirishima starts going even faster, hitting your g-spot with every thrust, hitting every spot, even now, it hurt a little, he was so, so big. Bakugou leans forward and pushes down on your shoulders so that you’re down on your elbows, forcing your back into a harsher arch. With nothing to muffle your sounds they spill from your lips like water, “K-kirishima,” you moan, and he laughs, slapping your ass lightly. 

“So what, he’s daddy and I’m Kirishima?” 

“Sounds right to me.” Bakugou says threateningly, from your chair, reaching out to brush the hair out of your face, surprisingly gently. “Do you want to cum again, bitch?” He asks and you nod vigourously. “Use your words.” He snaps. 

“Yes, daddy, wanna cum please.” You look up at him, eyes wide. 

“Do you deserve to cum?” He asks and you nod without thinking. 

“Please, please let me, I’ll, I’ll do whatever you want I-” The words come out of your mouth so quickly that he laughs at you. 

“So fuckin’ eager to please,” He taunts, “You wanna be a good girl so badly, don’t you, just wanna be daddy’s good slut?” 

“F-fuck.” Kirishima groans, kneading at your ass, grabbing your hips and fucking you butally, your knees give out, “She got so tight when you said that, keep going, please,” he begs, 

“You like when I tell you you’re a slut huh?” Bakugou rasps, grinning at your stupid fucked out expression, “You look so good covered in my cum, bitch, such a good little cocksleeve, just a sweet little cunt on legs.” Kirishima reaches down and pinches your clit between two fingers and  you keen, “You can cum, cocksleeve.” Bakugou orders and Kirishima rakes his nails down your back as you come undone beneath him with a soft cry, a choked sob. 

“I’m close.” Kirishima whines, “Where should I-” 

“On her.” Bakugou says. “I wanna see my pretty little bitch covered in our cum.” You look up at that. “That’s right, baby, you’re my fucking bitch now.” Kirishima pulls out, his hot release spurting all over your back as your whole body trembles. Kirishima collapses on the floor next to  you but Bakugou reaches into his pocket, grabs his phone and snaps a picture. “You look so good all fucked out.” He says. “Don’t move, dumbasses.” He gets up, fixing his pants and then leaves. You hear your door close and turn your head to Kirishima. 

“Hi.” You say very quietly. He smiles at you. 

“You okay?” You nod. “We’ll take good care of you.” He coos, “Aftercare is important. He’s right, by the way, you look so fucking good like this.” He takes you in, swollen lips, and glossy eyes, watery black lines on your cheeks from the last remnants of your eye makeup. He reaches over, dipping two fingers into the cum on your back and then pushing them between your lips. You lick them clean and he beams at you. “Such a good girl!” You warm with pride at the praise. You hear the door open and Bakugou comes back. He squats beside you. 

“C’mere.” He grunts, carefully, gently wiping your face with a warm washcloth, and when your face is clean he kisses your forehead and hands the towel to Kirishima, who cleans off your back. He cups your face in both of his hands. 

“Good girl.” Bakugou says gruffly. “Gonna lie down with us, let us take care of ya a little?” You nod and Bakugou climbs into your twin bed, flattening himself against the wall. Kirishima lifts you, laughing at your humiliating attempt at walking. 

“You might have a limp tomorrow.” He says brightly. “But maybe not! Not everyone does.” Bakugou takes your body, angling it against his, and Kirishima lies down, facing the two of you, giving Bakugou a sweet tender kiss before throwing his phone at the lightswitch, effectively engulfing the room in darkness. 

“That better not have broken your shit, dumbass.” Bakugou grumbles, as Kirishima slips a leg in between yours. “You got a case for your shit yet?” Kirishima freezes. 

“Oh fuck,” he yawns, “Oops. Set an alarm for me?” Bakugou nods. “You okay?” Kirishima asks you again, scrutinizing  your face. 

“Yeah,” you sigh happily. “Tired.” 

“Go to sleep.” Bakugou says. “Both of you. It’s late as fuck.” You close your eyes, focusing on the soft breathing of the two men holding you, feeling safe, and warm and comfortable. 

It’s much, much later when you stir. You’re sleeping on top of Bakugou’s chest and Kirishima is spooning you, with his face buried in his boyfriend’s neck. There’s a knocking at your door. 

“Hey,” you hear, “Hey, you up, I know you’re in there.” You move a little and Bakugou is awake immediately, anchoring you to his chest with one arm. 

“Someone’s here?” You whisper. “I don’t know.” Kirishima gets up  and rubs his eyes. 

“I’ll check it out.” He opens the door in his boxers. “Oh, hey Shindo?” 

“I-is, y/n there?” Kirishima grins. 

“Yeah, but it’s 3AM. She’s real tired, if you get my drift.”

“Fuck you.” Shindou spits, slamming the door in Kirishima’s face, he bursts out laughing. 

“Shut the fuck up.” Bakugou growls, shifting you to the far side of his chest and reaching an arm out for Kirishma. “Do you know what goddamn time it is?” He pulls the slightly larger boy into him. “She’s gotta tutor you tomorrow.” Kirishima sighs with happiness. 

“Then we gotta take her on a real date.” You open your eyes. “Wanna go to olive garden?” 

“No.” You and Bakugou say at the same time. “Go the fuck to sleep!” 

Milo we need more 😭😭 my whole body is shaking I loved this way more then I should

“Baby the Sitter.” A Dark Dlif Eren Yeager x Baby Sitter Female Reader Modern AU

A/N: My First AU Fic! Kinda exicted, Love this lil dork and just want to simp for his sexy ass. I love eren ever since the first season and junior high so expect alot of shit for him

Warnings: 18+ Content, Dub Con, Non Con, Dilf, Age Gap, Baby Play, Daddy Kink, Choke Hold, Breeding Kink, Descriptive Violence and Explicit Language, Degradation, DDLG,

Background: You are a low life college freshman who is in search in the roaming streets owned by the MOB bosses of the Yeager family business. You found an advertisement when you on a porn site and accepted the life of a babysitter of kids of Eren Yeager himself. He had gone through a rough divorce with his ex-wife; Mikasa Ackerman who is a famous model. When Eren comes from a very rough day of work; he finds his kids not home when it was his week due to the judge to have his side of the custody. You are the only one there in his home; using a spare house key. Eren no longer holds himself back from his monstrous urges and takes you for himself and himself only.

You heard a familiar truck drive into the driveway, its tires rustling the decomposing leaves of a dark fall night. You were on the couch, your phone charging by your side as you looked stoic. Unknown to know what to feel. You were waiting on the man who had been your "boss" in a way. You hear a familiar gruff voice of his, as his throat croaked out grunts as if he had been worn out from such a long friday night. You heard the same keys jingle as the man had inserted in the key lock. Soon; the door opened to reveal Eren Yeager. His fiery green eyes had been drained of exhaustion while his chocolate locks had been down to his shoulders, slightly messy. His mustache was trimmed along with his beard that was slim along with his jawline that you couldn't resist to stare. You noticed his breathtaking appearance as he locked the door and threw his keys somewhere on the couch. Not giving a sense of remorse or care. “Hey.” He greets you with upmost certainty, yet the weariness in this voice stayed. “Where are the kids?” He asks as his eyes shift all around, currently in search for his mini me’s. You let out a small sigh. No, they weren’t your kids. He and his ex-wife; Mikasa, had been divorced for a few months and you were the first to know. Eren didn’t know you well but he found your advertisement on a random website for baby-sitting. He had two kids and both him and his ex–wife battled for full custody to this day but both get equal custody. “She didn’t bring the kids.” You simply explained while attempting to prevent your arousal to be noticed.

You had always been fond of the man. Being a college student that works two part-jobs hadn’t been useful. If anything; Eren pays you the most beneficially then your job at a fast-food restaurant, and to pay off your college debts. He worked as a Mobster Boss with his brother Zeke to continue Yeager Enterprises, a family traditional business that went down for generations; that would be that Eren would no doubt be tired. He did have one thing to be happy to come home to – His kids, and you. At first. He stared deeply into your orbs that was cowering from his very feral presence from the name of his ex. “What?!” He gasped in deep protest in thought as his hair reached up for his locks to grab a ball of it frustratingly. He went down to his pocket to grab his iPhone 13 and dialed a certain number with a savage expression. He was pissed. It took at least three rings until a familiar feminine voice was in a robotic tone. “Hello?” said the woman. You already known. Mikasa. His ex. “You didn’t bring the kids. Why?” Eren asked viciously and relentless as his hand went down to his black tux to forcefully unbutton some, so that his white–shirt with tie was shown. His hand went down from his locks to rest on his hip. You felt a particular heat rising in between the valley of your legs. You shifted in your jeans a bit as your spaghetti strapped shirt had been rising a temperature. You fan yourself a bit. You thought since you were baby–sitting kids. You had no need for a professional attire. Plus, it was really hot in LA. “I just didn’t feel like bringing them.” Mikasa simply stated over the line; you could tell she had the most mischievous grin over her face. It was natural. From what you were told from Eren; Mikasa had her on satisfaction when seeing Eren verbally upset when coming home from work. So, he could take out his frustrations on her. You possibly assumed Mikasa was the luckiest woman in the world to share Eren’s bed–side.

Eren let out an animalistic growl. It rumbled deeply in his chest that you could feel the vibrations fumble within your body that caused your nipples to become a bit erect. How clueless of you; You forgot a bra. “You just can’t just keep the kids whenever You ‘feel’ like you should keep them to yourself, Mikasa! I’ll gladly go to the lawyer and-” Eren rambled but soon his frustrating statement came to a pause when the dial beeped rather loudly. “Hello? Hello!?” Eren yelled at the phone as He clutched it in his palm deeply. She hung up. You held back a giggle from his facial expression. You found it ironic that even though Mikasa didn’t give up her custody with Eren; that he still had to pay child support. The other man that Mikasa was with; Jean, doesn’t pay her expenses to support her how she wished. Eren threw the phone on the couch that rested beside his keys. He let out a loud groan that had allowed heat to crawl on your face. “Hey.” He says as his predatory gaze drops towards you. You flinch from his sudden dominance. “Are you okay? Your nipples got through your shirt.” Eren stated simply as his green eyes flickered to your chest. He let out a deep rumble within his chest as you look down at your traitorous nipples harden through your top. You grit your teeth embarrassingly. “I should be asking you that, are you okay, Mr. Yeager?” You asked while raising an eyebrow, awaiting his response, with deepest sensations within your body. “No! I am not okay! I just...fuck! I need to fuck someone! I need someone who can let me fuck them to sleep. I need fucking relief.” He cursed as he hissed deeply within his teeth.

Your body couldn’t cease the thought of being bent over and presented to the man. As he fucked you as a ragdoll, a cumslut, his bitch. He noticed you were still staring. He couldn’t help but check you out. He sat himself back into the velvet couch, his lap slouched as he began removing his tie. He motions you over to him, as if it was a silent command. You obey in an instant. You lifted yourself off the couch that was far as you shyly walked over to him. Your heart drooped, lower and lower, as you approached him with every step. He was certain a dominant man that could scare those who could be even scarier. His very presence was intimidating which turned you on. “Get your ass over here. Now.” He snarled a command that was too deep that allowed you shift your legs a bit. You were then there in front of him. Eren Yeager. “Ha, you like getting overwhelmed by the father of the kids you should babysitting, you slut.” He points out as his hands travel through the clothed clitoris of your jeans. “N-No. That’s not it at all!” You protested with a small tear rolling down the side of your cheek. “No need to hide from me. I’ll take good care of you.” Eren said with a deep hum with his sentence. He wrapped his muscular arms around your waist, caressing you gingerly in his never-breaking embrace, soon taking you into his bulky lap. You felt his growing, harden erection through the business pants he wore. It was certainly large, not even petite as a regular man. He had a monster in the middle of his legs.

He was going to unleash it. On you. You felt yourself drool at the thought of his large cock in your tight, little cunt. His large-mouth caught yours in a deep, connecting war. His tongue explored and travelled your warm cavern with flawless glory. The tears filled your eyes endlessly. He didn’t ask your consent. No respect, ambition or no remorse. He commanded you and your body obeyed. Your mind was flooded with thoughts that allowed your eyes water. You falter from his grasp. “Quit your bitchin’ I bet you wanted this since the moment I hired your slutty ass.” He mocked while his lips dipped down to the flesh of your neck. Sniffing the smell of your pheromones and hormones and soon sucked passionately on the fragile skin. You let out of a breathy moan with a small choke of sobs. He soon, slapped you. The tears never cease from falling. Your clothes discarded from your body. His hands travelled your bare body with almost no care. His large yet warm palms grabbed your breasts, fondling it harshly; the feeling of his hands allowed you to feel upmost pleasure that your pussy fluttered, along with your heart. You felt as if you were, no longer in control of your own body. He had complete control. “Quiet, My sweet, obedient, powerless wife.” Eren states as your tears continued to quiver. You couldn’t help but the heat between your legs grows unexpectedly allowed you to be aroused by the man. You couldn’t think anymore; to the point where you should submit, you couldn’t take the lust-filled dreams, the arousal and the flirting. “Mr. Yeager...” You whimpered as your legs quiver from his warm, sensational butterfly touches. You soon felt a stinging on your cheek. “You call be daddy, little girl.” He commanded in his deeply gruff voice of annoyance. “Please daddy! Use me! Make me you're cum-slut!” You submitted with the lewd noises escaping your gaping throat. Yes, you were crying. From not only the simulation but from the harsh slap he had gave you.

You look down at your underwear, drenched in your liquids that your body produced. You gently rubbed the outline of his boner within his pants. He let out a small groan before allowing his cock to spread free. You let out a smile at the sight. You got down on your knees from his lap and hungrily took his large, monstrous cock in your mouth as if you were a starving cub. You wanted to be filled, to be dominated, to be taken care of and much more. It was almost a dream coming true, but..he was so abusive and demanding. He was never the person you first met. He let loud groans before pushing your head down on his shaft. You breathed through your nose to calm your throat-aches but his cock was too large for you. You doubt it will ever fit. But you did know that he would make it fit. “That’s right, be a good girl and take it all.” He teased as he cooed gently as his mushroom tip was very deeply red. Surely, he wanted this as you did, right? “No. Not like this.” He mutters before pushing his length from within your wet cavern. You choke a bit as his cock was spasming pre. You look up at him and rose a brow as he got up. He looked down at you. He was naked. His chest was bare with small bits of hair on it as his abs were showing marvelously. You blushed at the sight of him, but soon he turned you around when he lifted you up. Your back was to him and soon he picked you up. You had nothing but your socks on as you couldn’t see his face but you could tell he was smirking with devilish thoughts within his thick-skull. You then felt something press upon your pussy lips. Your eyes widen at his tip size as he brushed it against you, slowly but sensually. You moaned at the small friction of simulation but soon, he had forcefully plugged it to you. Your put your left arm nails on his one arm that was holding your legs up. You felt your eyes go heavy from the intrusion of his thick cock disappearing and reappearing from inside you.

His balls slapped loudly against your upper ass cheek, creating a loud clapping sound as his pace increased. “You see it now? This is where pathetic weaklings belong, whore.” He says as he nips your sensitive neck. You gritted your teeth at his hurtful terms as you cried from the insults. His cock was ramming into like no tomorrow and you couldn’t take the simulation anymore. You were an and he the boot. “Serving those who live at the top!” He continued as his pace quicken while letting out deep groans. His free hand clasped over your mouth to prevent your screams to awaken the neighbors. “And you're going to take it!” he says while harshly biting down your neck that soon drew blood and his pace went deeply into your inside walls that were clenching for dear life. “Then you are going to watch me! Fuck!” He screamed as his hair tickled your cheeks as he came to his orgasm. You came more than three times on his cock and he just one from your insides. “Watch as I become leader.” He muttered into your ear as your muffled sobs had ringed his ears with the constant sniffling and quivering. He pulled out and sighed from the missing of your walls clenching on his cock. You felt his semen leaked out of you as the tears never cease. He dropped you on the floor as if you were nothing. “Oh baby, look at you.” He says while licking his lips. You were on the floor, attempting to crawl away, covered in a thin layer of coated sweat as your face was disheveled from the makeup you put on to impress Eren today, the semen leaking from your pussy was turning him on. He grabs your foot and you hissed in pain. “I can only think about one thing..” He says while lifting his index finger with a slight smirk. You turned your stoic gaze towards him, you were battered, beaten, no longer a virgin and was a mess, what else could he possibly take from you.

“You being the mother of my kids.”

credz to @/ tonystarksproperty

Alone With You

Pairing: Bakugo X f!Reader

Summary: Bakugo makes plans on his birthday for the very first time and doesn't invite any of his friends along... so you guys follow him.

Warnings: SMUT | Minors & Ageless Blogs DNI, Mentions of someone dying (non canon character)

Contains: Fluff, Some Hurt/Comfort, Reader Has A Stealth Quirk, Sex Outdoors, Oral (m & f receiving) Unprotected Sex (stay safe folks) Honestly, this is pretty fucking tame... Nicknames Used: Baby, Baby Girl, Little Slut, Princess. I think this is all…

A/N: I decided to write this today for the birthday boy. It's pretty rough and definitely not my best work by ANY means but, it's something and I hope you all enjoy it.

W/C: 4,810

April 20th

You had always found it odd that your friend Bakugo never wanted to do a single thing for his birthday. Everyone else in your little group of friends did. You’d gather for cake and dinner or to watch movies at the very least. Sometimes you’d go on a day trip with the lot of them and Bakugo would usually participate, granted, it was begrudgingly but that was better than not showing up at all. 

Still, in all the years you’ve known the guy, he’d always aggressively insisted he never wanted to do anything on his birthday. He didn’t want to go anywhere, he didn’t want to do anything. Kirishima always tried something every single year, leaving a cupcake on his desk, or a balloon tied to the mirror of his car. Bakugo never said a word about any of it so the redhead assumed he didn’t mind at least. But, that was all the more any of you were able to get away with, small acts of kindness done in secret. 

So, this year, on April 03rd, a notification popped up on your group's work calendar:

April 19-22nd: K. Bakugo OFF

Mina and Kirishima were both at your office door nearly a minute after the notification was received. Both with phones in hand. “Didya see it!” 

The next week was followed by constant badgering. Doing anything and everything you guys could think of to get the blonde to spill what he was doing. 

“You’ve gotta go talk to him, Y/N. He’ll totally break if you ask.” But, Bakugo didn’t break. He didn’t even bend or move at all. 

“Just got some stuff I wanna do.” He told you on patrol when you finally got up the courage to ask him about it. “My birthday’s got nothing to do with it. Dunno why you guys gotta be so fuckin’ nosy.” 

“‘Cause you never let us do anything to celebrate for you! We’re your friends, Katsuki! This is what friends do. We wanna spend the day with you and get you things,” You tried to explain everything as best you could, hoped you could make him understand but he only scoffed and shrugged off the subject. 

“He’s not gonna budge, guys, sorry.” 

Mina patted your back. “You did what you could, thanks for trying.” 

“Got stuff he wants to do…” Denki reiterated what you’d relayed and then took a hearty swig of his beer, “You guys think he’s finally got someone? Like, maybe he’s sneaking off for a little romantic birthday trip with them.” 

Kirishima was the only one who noticed the bit of sadness flicker across your face. He knew about your crush, more accurately, he’s known about your crush on your mutual friend for about as long as you had it. Lucky for you though, he kept it to himself, and it gave you someone to talk to about it with.

You never told Bakugo how you felt, you didn’t see the point. From the time you were teens he boasted about how he felt romance and significant others were just distractions he didn’t need. 

And ever since then, he’s seemed to hold up that belief. You’ve never known him to have someone special in his life. Sure, he’d had the occasional one night stand to blow off steam but no one actually stuck around. So, the thought of him finding someone worth being distracted for left the smallest pit in your chest. 

“I don’t think that’s it. He’s not sentimental enough to want to do something on the day of like that.” Kirishima tried to rationalize in hopes of making you feel better but Denki was sticking to his guns. 

“But, maybe his new person is! Maybe they’re changing him!” Somehow that made you feel even worse. 

“Why don’t we just follow him?” Kyoka suggested. “Like, we start on the 18th after work, wait by his house and see what he does.” 

Sero nodded thoughtfully, “We’re gonna have to be ready for anything though. Who knows what he’s got planned.” 

“Or what we could find.” Denki grinned. 

And so the plan was set. All of you had a feeling he wouldn’t be doing anything after work on the 18th. It would be too late but still, you and Kirishima took the first watch. Sitting in his jeep with the lights off down the street from Bakugo’s apartment.

Armed with snacks and good music, you kept each other awake until about two in the morning when he told you to get some rest. Getting off the night shift meant he would have no trouble keeping watch on his own for a couple of hours. 

“Y/N… Y/N wake up!” Kirishima was shaking your arm until you jolted awake in his passenger's seat. He had a finger pressed to his lips so you’d stay quiet but then he whispered, “Look.” 

You followed his line of sight and saw your blonde friend walking down the street with a bag slung over his shoulder, a large bag. He had a ball cap over his head and sunglasses on even though daylight was barely painting the sky. 

“Guess it’s a good thing we already packed.” Kirishima chuckled and put it in drive the second Bakugo turned the corner. 

You texted the others to let them know the plan was in motion. Sending your location for them to track and meet you guys when they could. 

“Can I have the snack bag?” Kiri yawned, “And one of those ice coffees.” 

You chuckled and placed the bag of snacks in his lap while you reached back into the cooler for the supply of coffee. You’d been driving for over three hours and knew Kiri was getting to his limit. He’d need at least a nap soon. 

You twisted off the top and handed him the coffee after he ripped open a granola bar. “Next rest stop pull off and I’ll drive for a while.” 

“Don’t wanna lose him though.” 

“It’ll take us two minutes to switch. I think I can make that up just fine.” 

Finally, he relented, and another hour later, you were behind the wheel with a full tank of gas and Kiri snoring from the passenger's side. 

It took you another ten miles to spot Bakugo’s taillights again and from there, you just kept following. Putting a couple cars in between you or hanging back when needed. You didn’t need to worry about him exiting anytime soon, there was no place to go. 

Civilization was gone a few hours ago, you were heading up near the mountains now and were suddenly thankful for the tents and sleeping bags Momo suggested you bring, just in case. 

The others were about an hour behind you and Kiri, trying to make up time where they could. A few extra minutes were shaved off when Bakugo had to stop to refuel but after that, he was right back on the road. 

There had to be something out here of interest to Bakugo, maybe a trail he really liked. But, you couldn’t figure out why he wanted to actually schedule time off to come out here? He had plenty of days off in succession. He could have come out here on any of those days but he specifically requested time off over his birthday… even though he told you to your face his birthday had nothing to do with it. 

Your fingers drummed against the stirring wheel absentmindedly while you tried thinking but, eventually, you gave up. You’d figure it out eventually and there was no use racking your brain trying to figure it out when you could be quietly singing along to the radio. 

It was after noon by the time Bakugo finally took an exit and after many more miles, narrow mountain roads, and a few steep climbs, you finally saw the little parking area he pulled off in. 

“I’ll drop you off,” Kiri suggested it’d be easier for you and your stealth quirk to follow him alone for now. “Text me updates and I’ll let you know when the others get here. If you lose reception, We'll all meet at the summit.” 

You quickly got out of the car, snatched a bottle of water and your backpack, and jogged up the path while Kirishima drove off. Bakugo was still unloading things from his car, arranging the pack he’d brought before throwing the whole thing onto his back and setting out for the trail on his right. You text the info to Kiri and then took off. 

The trail wasn’t easy by any means. It didn’t seem well taken care of, many parts of it were overgrown or rocks had crumbled leaving a part seemingly impassable but Bakugo just had to clear his own way. You watched as he effortlessly navigated his way through a part of the trail that would have had you simply turning around.

It seemed to be the end of it but Bakugo knew right where to go taking a slender dirt path and trekking on. You sent a picture of the area to Kiri so it would be easier for them to follow even though they just started the hike that you’d been on for about two hours now. 

All things considered, you were doing a good job at keeping up with Bakugo and maintaining your quirk. Occasionally seeing the little glimmer of it surrounding his eyes when he turned his head so he would look right through you. Just seeing the manufactured illusion you wanted him to. 

But, your luck was bound to run out eventually. One misplaced step and your shoe was now in the clutches of a series of gnarled roots courtesy of the ancient-looking trees that made up this part of the hike. It took you just a little too long to pull free without hurting your ankle, giving Bakugo enough time to get far enough ahead, effectively losing you. 

Shit. You muttered to yourself while jogging ahead. Trying to be more careful than before but it was hard to watch your step and figure out which direction the blonde had gone. After thirty minutes had ticked by with no luck, you shot a message to the group letting them know what happened and where you were. 

Sharky: No worries! Kyo’s gonna start listening for him. Let you know if we find anything. 

Then he texted you some coordinates,

Sharky: Meet here. It’s a clearing near the peek.

Feeling defeated you shot a text back saying that you understood. But, with Bakugo gone and no one else around, you decided a quick break wouldn’t hurt. It’d be another two hours to the top, you imagined, assuming you kept the same pace as before, and that meant you needed to get something in your stomach, and this place was as good as any for a little late lunch. 

You were the first to make it to the clearing that Kirishima had sent you. Feet sore from the climb but the view was breathtaking. A lush valley sprawling out below you, clear blue skies high overhead. It was so damn peaceful. You might not have been with him but you could see why Bakugo picked this place to come to. 

Sometime later the rest of your friends arrived. Kaminari being carried on Sero’s back. “What the hell happened!?” 

“Stupid rocks…” He grumbled and you could see the purplish hue to his ankle.

“Fell. Twisted it. Wanna try and get the swelling down before I tape it up but the ice in the cooler is damn near melted.” Sero explained more fully. 

“I passed a steam on my way up here.” You remembered the shallow, trickling water. “It’s not ice but the cool water might help.” 

Sero agreed that wasn’t a bad idea. “Kiri, can you carry him this time?” 

So, half of you split off to go to the stream, the rest stayed to set up camp for the approaching evening. Kyoka brought out some of the supplies Momo had insisted she pack, including a small grill that was going to be put to use very soon. Tents were constructed, and sleeping bags rolled out. 

It wasn’t perfect by any means, but it would do, all the basic needs met. 

“Heard anything?” You asked Kyoka who had her jacks tapped into the ground every couple of minutes, but she just shook her head.

“Just the usual wildlife and no, not a spiky blonde hedgehog around.” 

“I just don’t see where else he could have gone. This is the most logical place to set up!” Mina already was going around setting up the lanterns each of you brought. 

None of you had a good answer for where Bakugo could have gone off to. But, by the way he was walking, he’d been here before, enough times to know the tricks of the terrain, so, he probably knew places that weren’t easily accessed. Far away from any normal crowd where he could be alone… just like he preferred. 

Dinner came and went. Sun now hanging low in the sky. The six of you sitting around a fire, winding down from the long day under the painted sky. 

“Wanna break out those beers you brought?” Sero asked and Kiri was already up to grab them. There weren’t many they could comfortably bring but it was enough for everyone to enjoy themselves. 

Kiri bumped his shoulder against yours when the others were distracted, playing some card game Kaminari was explaining. “‘M sorry we didn’t find him.” 

“‘M sorry I lost him.” 

“Ya did better than I would've.” He gave you a crooked smile, and held the neck of his beer out, “To next year.” 

You laughed but echoed the statement, resting your head on his shoulder and listening to the banter of your friends. Mina insisted that Kaminari was just making up the rules as he went. 

In the dirt beside you, your phone buzzed. 

The Hedgehog: Meet me. Just you. The Hedgehog: Please. 

And below he’d sent his location. 

“What’s up?” Kiri asked noticing you still looking down at your phone with a stunned expression. 

“Oh, it was just an email. Something I ordered was delayed.” Playing it off and sticking your phone back in your pocket. “I think I’m going to head back to that stream and just wash the day off before it gets too dark out.” 

He wouldn’t offer to go with you and invade your privacy, Kirishima was too much a gentleman for that. “Take a lantern with ya, and holler if you need anything at all.” 

“I will, promise.” You smiled and kissed the top of his head.

With a towel over your arm, the small toiletries bag you packed in one hand and a lantern in the other. You headed off in the direction of the stream, noticing Bakugo’s location was off that way too. 

You had to walk along the waterway to find it actually, down the bank, mud squishing between your shoes until you noticed the sound of water growing louder, eventually trickling down over the side of a cliff making a little waterfall, catching the last drops of sunlight as the water went over.  

This didn’t make sense though. You double-checked the location he’d sent you and, sure enough, you were in the right place but Bakugo was nowhere to be found. The mud squished under your shoes as you turned around, expecting to find something you were obviously missing, waiting for Bakugo to walk out from behind a tree but he wasn’t there. 

“Bakugo!” You called his name, mostly out of frustration but there was also curiosity there. 

You waited a second, giving him time to respond, but only the sounds of the forest called back to you. “Forget it…” He could spend his damn birthday alone if he wanted to. 

“Giving up that easy?” Spinning around in the direction of his voice, expecting to see him standing right behind you, but no one was there, and your nerves started to get the better of you.

“This isn’t fucking funny!” 

“Really? I kinda think it is.” 

“Jackass.” 

“Should you really be calling me names like that? It is my birthday after all.” 

“Since when do you care about your birthday? And you’ve got a couple more hours, I am well within my right to call you a jackass, jackass! Now, where are you!” 

“Look to your left.” You did, “See those two white stones? Walk between ‘em.” There was barely a path between them. It dropped down and then immediately led to a walkway cut into the very side of the rock and going down along the face of it. “Little further,” He coxed, until you were in the mouth of a cave, the waterfall still cascading down in front of it and Bakugo leaning against the far wall, “Found me.” 

You looked around and saw the little set up he’d made for himself and quickly realized this wasn’t someplace he’d found on accident, no, this was somewhere Bakugo spent a lot of time.

You noticed climbing equipment and a plastic table that he definitely hadn’t been carrying on him. Not to mention a light system he had hooked into the walls and roof of the cave. “I rigged it so it,” He pointed to the unlit lights in the ceiling, “It’s pressure-sensitive. Someone or something stands above me, I know about it.” 

That would keep anyone or anything from sneaking up on him. “Smart.” 

“When aren’t I?” 

“How’d you know we were here?” 

He sat down with his legs hanging over the edge. “You’re kidding’ me right? Kirishima drives a bright red jeep with his fuckin’ logo on the hood. Knew you guys were following me since I had to get gas… little pissed it took me that long to realize it.” 

You took a seat next to him, maintaining a bit of distance. “Why’d you want me to come alone?” 

“Full of fucking questions, aren’tcha?” He rolled his eyes but still answered, “I wanted only you ‘cause I know if I ask you not to make a big deal outta something, ya won’t.” He looked out into the valley, the evening glow setting his eyes ablaze. “When I was 13 my grandfather died on my birthday. I know it was a fuckin’ long ass time ago, but, I just don’t like being around family on the day anymore, that includes you idiots.” 

“Katsuki… I didn’t know—“ 

“None of you do! I don’t want the pity! I just wanna deal with the day how I want to. If I wanna do something to remember the guy, I can. If I just wanna sit and be alone with my thoughts, I wanna be able to do that too."

You stayed quiet and just let him keep talking. “I mean it when I said I what I was doin’ had nothing to do with my birthday. There’s a meteor shower tonight, just so happens to also be on the day I was born… and the day he died. I wanted to see it. So, I took the time off and came out here. Figured I’d still get to be alone until you idiots showed up.” 

There was the reason you didn’t understand. It really had nothing to do with his birthday. But, if he wanted to enjoy the event in solitude, you could respect that. You could go back to the others and pretend like you never saw him, enjoy the shower with all of them. 

You nodded that you understood after a couple moments passed, he trusted you not to make a big deal out of this and you wouldn’t. With your towel over your arm again, you stood, but before you could walk anywhere though Bakugo rose too. His hand grabbing yours, “You can stay, I just don’t wanna talk about it.” 

“I thought you wanted to be alone though.” 

“Maybe the idea of being alone with you doesn’t sound so bad.” 

You held his unreadable gaze with your hand still in his, pulse racing a little faster at how close he was. “Alright. We won’t talk about it then. What would you like to do instead?” 

He brought his other hand up, hooking a finger under your chin to bring you that much to him and your breath caught in your throat just before his lips met yours. They molded perfectly against yours, so much softer than you imagined them to be. 

The towel fell to the floor when you wrapped your arm around his neck, his arms going around your waist, the both of you tilting your heads, hurriedly giving more of yourselves to the other. Your tongue had ended up in his mouth and he welcomed it with his own. Dancing together, fingers digging into your hips keeping you as close as he possibly could. 

Eventually, air was necessary, and you both broke apart desperate for it. “That,” He panted when your foreheads rested together, “I’d like to keep doing that.”

You nodded up to him, hands cupping his face and kissing him quickly. “Fine with me, we can keep doin’ this as long as you like.” 

His laugh was honest, one that you didn’t get a chance to hear too often. He stooped down and lifted you in his arms. “Think you can keep up?” 

“Is that a challenge?” 

Bakugo nipped at your lip with a grin getting another kiss. “Damn right it is.” 

For an air mattress on the floor of a cave, covered with only a couple sleeping bags, you guys found a way to make it work. It was a hurried rush of clothes flying off, eager to get to one another, but whatever Bakugo was willing to give, you were happy to take. And there was a lot he was willing to give.

He'd already cum down your throat once but you just swallowed the load and looked up at him with big, doe-like eyes, "Can I have another?" That got you tossed on your back while he roughly fucked himself into your mouth for a second time. Watching the prettiest tears roll down your cheeks, hearing your choked cries echo off the stone walls. And then he insisted it was your turn. 

Laying on his back with you on top of him even though you told him a handful of times it wasn't necessary.

“’S my fuckin’ birthday and this cunt is really all I want, so, sit.” 

He tugged at your thighs pulling your core right onto his tongue, feasting like he’d gone for days without a meal. You were tipping forward, hot hands pressed to cold stone for balance, hips grinding against his face so his nose caught your clit each time. 

“That’s it, baby girl, fuck yes,” You could feel his praise rumble through you. Tightening that cord in your stomach. “Gimme it, want my present, you little fuckin’ slut.” 

“Stop fuckin’ talkin’ and— damn, I will,” 

That laugh vibrated your core and Bakugo didn’t let you up again until your orgasm ran down his face. “You taste fuckin’ amazing.” He hummed, licking his lips as if he wanted to go back for more. 

But, you lacked the patience for that. “Need to feel you.” You mumbled, head still foggy from your release, your fingers wrapped around his thick cock. “Need you in me.” 

“Need me?” He mocked with a cat like grin and flipped you on your back. “You need me, huh?” 

You squirmed under him, jumping each time he ran his tip between your soaked folds, “This filthy fuckin’ cunt needs my cock?” You had your eyes closed, nodding your head over and over while your hips tried chasing him, needing him to split you apart already. “How bad do you need it?” 

Even with your eyes screwed shut you knew he was grinning like a damn cat, loving the way he had you right now, practically at his mercy. 

“Really, really, bad. Wan’ it ’s bad, Katsuki! Wanted it f’so long.” 

He dipped his head so he could kiss along your jaw right up to your ear. “That so, Princess?” The moan you released nearly drowned out his grunt when his tip glided into you. “Wanted ya f’while too,” He admitted stuffing you with several more inches. “My favorite fuckin’ distraction— so damn tight!” 

His teeth gritted while he buried the last of himself inside you. 

A gentle hand brushed the hair away from your forehead while you got used to his size. A smile settled on your face as the sting subsided, your fingers tracing the lines of his cheekbones. “What happened to you not needing distractions?” 

“I was a dumb teenager when I said that.” 

“What are you now then? A dumb adult?” 

He laughed and his cock twitched inside of you causing you to rock your hips against him. “Somethin’ like that, yeah. But, I’m a dumb adult who knows what he wants now.” He retracted his hips making your walls flutter in his absence. “I know what I need now. What distractions are worth it.” He swallowed your moan with a kiss when he slid back into you. “You’re more than worth it.” 

“Then show me.” You smirked with lidded eyes, loving the way he felt inside of you like this, the weight of him on top of you. 

Your smirk was matched with one of his own, “That a challenge, princess?” 

His hips snapped back into you when you tried to speak, effectively cutting off your retort. “What was that?” Again your mouth opened and he cut you off, this time thrusting into you with no reprieve. Not even letting up when you were crying out about how you were going to cum again. 

All that got you was rough fingers against your clit, moving like he knew exactly what you needed, “Cum on my cock then. Wanna feel you come undone f’me.” Rutting his hips against yours so he’d hit your sweet spot time and time again and he knew when he had you, the moment your pretty little mouth hung open for him, hips bucking up into him. 

“That’s it, baby, keep goin’.” The way you were clenching around him, he knew he wasn’t gonna last too much longer. But still, he bent your knees up to your chest and pressed his cock as deep as he could go. “Just a little more. Gimme just a little more. Oh fuck—!” 

He was spilling himself into you, hanging onto the fat of your hips, pushing the load further into you to give you everything he had left. The both of you ended up panting and breathless, lying shoulder to shoulder on the mattress. 

Inky blackness had finally taken over the sky, moon glow replacing sunlight. “Here ya go.” Bakugo handed you a mug, warmed thanks to his quirk, and sat with you at the cave’s mouth.

You'd both got back into your clothes shortly after everything happened not wanting to miss the nights events. Bakugo sat right behind you, his on either side while you leaned back against his chest listening to the rush of the wind through the trees and the water as it fell from above. 

“When’s the shower supposed to start?” 

“Anytime now. ’Supposed to be really good around midnight though.” Right on his birthday, but you didn’t say that out loud. “Tomorrow night it’ll keep going but it's not gonna be as clear of a night tomorrow.” 

Sipping on the warm drink, you linked your hand with his and not saying another word. Finding comfort in being alone with him. 

At least, alone until voices could be heard. 

“Oh shit…” 

“What?” 

“I told them I was just gonna go wash off in the stream and then I never came back.” 

“Y/N! Please don’t be dead!” Sero called out. 

“Y/N! Where are you!” Kiri this time. 

“C’mon!” In an instant, Bakugo was pulling you to your feet. Shoving a few things into his pack and leaving the rest. “Don’t want anyone else knowing about this place.” When you had your stuff in hand, he led the way along the far side of the cave, another pathway you hadn’t known existed. 

He kept ahold of you hand once you’d climbed back up. This time on the opposite side of the stream. 

Mina was the first voice you heard. “Guys, look! A shooting star!” Sure enough, the shower had begun, but Kiri shouted for her not to get distracted. 

“Shut it! I hear something!” Kyoka told the group.

“You can go back,” You hurried to tell Bakugo, “I won’t tell ‘em I saw you.” 

Under the light of the moon and the dazzling falling stars, he squeezed your hand tighter and you saw him smile, “But, I don’t wanna spend my birthday alone.” 

4 Bisexuals in a room we need to kiss 🧍🏾‍♀️

Bully!TodoBakuX ChubbyBlack YN

Okay , Okay look. I know it’s early , B-BUT! If it’s not too much of a problem, there’s something that I’d like to discuss…Bully!TodoBaku 🥴 Please humor me.

Because look at them 🥴

Imagine moving to Japan during your final year of high school and transferring into the general studies course at UA.

Think about how excited you’d be when Principal Nezu drags the BigThree, dressed in full regalia, into your class on the first day to “show appreciation to all the others that help maintain the balance in a just society”.

Like can you think about how excited you’d be to see these gorgeous men standing in front of your desk in they’re costumes. So close that you can actually smell their cologne’s fragrance : citrus, mint and caramel

You’d be enamored listening to the green haired one ramble on about his appreciation and how no matter how many people he saves we can all do our part to keep the world safe.

Think about how flustered you’d feel when he noticed you staring and he smiled kindly and sent a subtle wink in your direction.

Mentally squealing and too much of a fan girl to notice the glares his concubines bestfriends are sending your way.

Caught off guard when he catches you in the school cafeteria to introduce himself and his buddies who merely nod in response.

So happy when he asks you to join him. Scooting inside the booth to sit next to him and across from the two silent heroes-in-training. Who noticed how excitable you were with your wide eyes and big grin as you bobbed your head listening to Deku’s mutterings.

Thinking about what a little bimbo you had to be to not notice the way the greenette kept eyeing your tits that spilled from your unbuttoned uniform top or your plushy thighs that jiggled as you bounced your legs.

You see, they were all bestfriends, but the special kind. The kind that sucked each others dicks on occasion almost every night. So they knew when the freckled hero was being lustful.

It wasn’t a problem at first.

Regardless of their arrangement, they all had girls that they fucked occasionally. Sometimes even together, but there was something different about you.

Izuku was obsessed with you. Always talking to or about you. He hadn’t even fucked you yet, but you occupied his mind. And you weren’t making it easier. Always popping up to find him and bring him little treats.

“Gee thanks , (y/n). You’re so sweet.” He’d grin down at you, pressing kisses against your fat cheeks , drawing giggles from your plump lips. “Try some too” he’d encourage, saying “open up” and nudging the brownie against your lips. Letting his fingers graze the corner of your mouth to wipe at the crumbs before popping them into his own.

They noticed just how in awe he was of you and it made them kind of jealous. Like what was so special about you ?

You’re just some chubby chick from America with a bs quirk , yeah you were kinda cute No hetero but what’s the big fucking deal ?

Henceforth, Bully!TodoBaku would make it their business to come between Izuku and the chunky slut that was trying to steal him.

👀👀

I’m wit it if y’all are, let me know what y’all wanna do 😉

I just screamed

Eren

Bestie Bestie bestie 😵‍💫

We need a part 2

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yandere! patient! katsuki bakugo x therapist! non-chalant! gender neutral reader

I am in no way romanticizing the things that are written below. Please beware that is a dark, dark written piece meant for mature audiences that can handle this kind of thing. Proceed with caution.

If you’re struggling with your mental health please talk to a professional or someone you can trust.

This is a little birthday special for my special blonde boy!

content warnings: yandere themes, stalking, mild kidnapping but its kinda consensual(?), obsessive behavior, mention of disabilities, bakugo’s got hearing aids, a little angsty but its nothing horrible, cervix fucking, the reader isn’t scared of bakugo, afab reader, pet names, suki’s a little delusional, bakugo’s mean, alcohol mention, the reader’s drunk and bakugo takes advantage of them, kinda weird smut scene because not all sexy times are— well, sexy, pregnancy mention, unprotected sex, if i missed any warnings please let me know, please keep in mind that like most of my drabbles this is unedited

word count: 4.3k

Patients and their Doctors are never meant to be together. It’s not professional and it’s beyond taboo. But, why exactly?

To have someone know you in and out, all the darkness within you and still talk to you like a normal human being should be something you want, right?

Having someone accept you for all your flaws and problems is what you should want. It makes sense when you think about it that way.

Katsuki couldn’t remember where it started or how it started all he knew is that he couldn’t stop it from growing. His obsession with you, his need to love you and be around you at every moment.

…

“I don’t need fuckin’ therapy,” he growled, slamming his fist onto the table that he was sitting at. His drunken companions grunted at his words and collectively rolled their eyes.

“Look man, all I’m sayin’ is that it’s a good idea to at least try. You’ve been through some shit and it doesn’t hurt to have someone to talk about it with who isn’t a friend,” Kirishima tried to reason, sipping from his beer before he continued, “I go to therapy once a week and its been pretty helpful.”

“Yeah, dude. What do you even have to lose? Just go once and if you don’t like it then you never have to do it again,” Mina interjected, shrugging her shoulders before belching and patting her stomach in satisfaction.

His friends (he’d never call them that aloud but I digress) were right. The things he’d been through were anything but peaceful or happy but he tried not to think about those things, he didn’t want to. It was bad enough that he would get the occasional nightmare and wake up in the middle of the night in a cold sweat, panting and clenching at his chest.

But Bakugo constantly told himself that this was normal. Everyone suffered. It was just apart of life and he didn’t have the right to bitch and complain about it. So what if he had to start wearing hearing aids because his quirk started taking a toll on his hearing? Other’s hand it worse than him. Denki suffered from memory loss on a day-to-day basis. Mina had lost her entire right leg. Sero had so many stab wound scars that he would joke and say they were like slashes that counted for every day of his life. Kirishima had a robotic hand— hell, even Deku had lost a few fingers.

That was all just physical loss but the psychological trauma was no fret either. And so, against his better judgment, he scheduled himself an appointment and now he was sitting in a small office inside of a building that looked more like a house than an office.

“Mr. Bakugo, they’re ready for you now,” the assistant behind the desk nearby finally said something to him, motioning for him to follow after her towards a door that was down the hall.

When the door to your office had opened and his eyes landed on you he was a little taken back by your casual clothing but he didn’t comment on it, his usual scowl ever so present on his face.

You were sitting behind your desk, reading over some papers when the door had suddenly opened and you looked up to meet the eyes of your newest patient. You then offered him a kind smile before opening your mouth to tell him to have a seat on the couch nearby so the session could begin.

He didn’t like you at first. He thought you were just another stupid extra that couldn’t benefit him in the least, however, he still kept scheduling appointments with you. It was hard trying to get him to open up at first but you quite patient with him and most times you both spent the time talking to each other like old pals, talking about your current lives and soon enough Katsuki slowly began to open up to you in his own way.

“Got any plans for today, Katsuki?” You asked him when the your appointment together had begun, sitting in the comfy recliner you had that was a few feet away from the couch where Bakugo was currently sprawled out, staring at the ceiling with his arms crossed over his chest.

A grunt came out as a reply, acknowledging your question before he thought of what he wanted to say. “…Not much. Evening patrolling. Get drinks after work with the idiots,” he commented, rubbing at his chin that was sporting a bit of stubble, “…You?”

“Just gonna have some take-out, watch a movie or two,” you hummed, shrugging your shoulders afterwards, “So, what shall we talk about today?”

“You wanna come with me tonight? Meet some of my friends?” He suddenly asks, sitting up so he can look at you properly.

Raising an eyebrow at his question, you chuckle and then sigh, “Sorry, Katsuki. As much as I’d to, both of us know that you and I can’t meet outside of the office on purpose as long as we’re therapist and client.”

Ah…. that’s right. You weren’t his friend, you were just his therapist. Right, right, right. He finds himself clenching and unclenching his fists at the thought, using one of the techniques that you’d taught him to calm his bubbling anger.

He counted to ten and thought of something that made him happy— which was coincidentally your lazy smile that plagued his mind at almost every waking moment.

By the end of his appointment he soon had a new goal in mind. To take you as his own. He’d gotten better in the past few months, he was sure of it. He’d felt the best he’d ever felt in nearly all of his life and that was thanks to you. He was grateful to you and your patience and what was the best way to award you? Show you just how much you meant to him. Now, he just needed to plan the perfect way to do this. There were so many things he needed to do before setting anything in motion.

Everything had to be perfect for you. Nothing could be out of place.

You were completely unaware of the needy sheep that wore wolf’s clothing, otherwise known as Katsuki Bakugo. He was just one of your clients and who also happened to be the number two hero. Yeah he was a big deal and he had even bigger problems but you were used to all sorts of clients so it was no skin off your back.

It was unfortunate that friendships between current therapist and clients was frowned upon and there was a chance that you could lose your license if you’d pursued anything further with him but that was just how it is. Unless, of course, he decided to drop you as a therapist and find someone else.

It was a thought you’d had but you never expected it to actually happen. He didn’t even call you and tell you that he’d found someone else to be his therapist, it saddened you when you had found out through word of mouth from your assistant. But what could you do? Just move on with your life.

Everything was going according to plan, though, it was a little difficult not being able to see you or hear your voice for the week but that would soon change for the better. Katsuki was going to have you whether you liked it or not, it wasn’t an option anymore.

A week had passed since you’d last saw Bakugo and life just went on as usual. Nothing out of the ordinary, nothing new. It was a little boring here and there but again, what could you do? Ah, that’s right! Go out for a little fun night with your own friends at the karaoke bar to let loose and be free.

As you were drunk off your ass trying to have a good time, a few of your girlfriends decided to poke fun at you for being single the longest. It wasn’t your fault that you couldn’t just- turn off your therapist brain when you went on dates. You ended up psychoanalyzing your dates and soon enough you’ve got your date crying and telling you about their hate towards one of their parents and their struggle to find love. Most nights you ended up with a crying person on your shoulder and then they’d thank you for letting them get things off your chest and never call you again.

Woah is you, woah is you.

Soon enough, you’re stumbling out of the bar, waving goodbye to your friends before giving them hugs. Wow, such great friends. They really left you to fend for yourself while being heavily intoxicated, hopefully nothing horrible happens!

From afar, watching as you stumble and struggle to stay on your feet, Bakugo is in the shadows in a nearby alley, waiting for his time to strike. The universe seemed to be on his side considering how you were basically presented to him on a silver platter and being the hero he was it was his duty to sweep you off your feet and keep you safe after all. Plus, he could use his patrolling as a cover up for why he was out here so late at night and just so happened to be in this area. Time to put his acting to use.

He allowed you to walk a little more before he stepped from where he was and began following behind you, picking up his pace.

You were oblivious to the stalking shadow behind you until he made himself known. “Y/N…? What are you doing out here? Are you alright?”

The familiar voice made you spin around as fast as you could which caused you to spin right off your feet and into the arms of your former patient. He’d caught you with ease and held you protectively against his chest, looking down at your drunken state with a small and amused smile.

“Katsuki! Dynamight! Hi! It’s been a while, yeah? Where have you been? It’s been so long! Has it been years already?” You rambled, leaning into the warmth of his chest, nuzzling into him unconsciously, “Are you patrolling? That’s so cool!”

Chuckling at your childish state, he continued to hold you to him and then decided to answer you one question at a time, “It’s only been a week. Didn’t know you missed me that much, and yeah, but looks like I’m gonna have to take you somewhere safe.”

“Safe? Safe? Oh yes, a safe place is good. Very very good, you’re such a good boy,” you cooed, lightly patting his back while nuzzling into his chest, “Katsuki’s a very very good boy.”

The hero’s face lit up, his cheeks burning at the praise and compliments that almost make him purr. Someone’s got a praise kink.

He then quickly cleared his throat before scooping you up into his arms bridal style, deciding to take you to his apartment. You dramatically gasp but fall limp in his arms, trying your best to stay awake as you feel him carry you along, “Gosh, you’re so warm. Feels like I’m laying in a bowl of ramen.” “…Eh? What the hell does that even mean?” “I dunno, you’re just warm.”

After a bit of walking and the sound of you mumbling random things to stay awake, the two of you had ended back up at his place. Once he slid into his penthouse suite, he kicked his shoes off at the door and carried you to the living room couch to set you down gently. “Er, I’m gonna change and then I’ll bring you something to change into, alright?”

Spreading out on the couch you grabbed onto a pillow and nuzzled into it, closing your eyes as you got comfortable.

Not hearing an answer he shrugged his shoulders and went to his bedroom to do just as he’d said, changing into some sweats and a tank top.

He then grabbed one of his t-shirts and another pair of sweats before going back to where you are, confused by your sudden absence from his couch. He opened his mouth to call out for you until he noticed that you’d wandered over to his kitchen, gulping down a glass of water like you’d been dehydrated.

“There you are. Gotcha some clothes,” he announced while entering the kitchen, holding the two articles of clothing up so you could see them. You lazily glanced at the clothing after finishing off the glass of water, setting it down on a nearby counter before going to snatch the clothes from him. You then grumble at him, “Oh so, now you care? You didn’t care when you stopped coming to see me and didn’t even give me a heads up!”

Being drunk really did betray your control on your emotions and you didn’t even know that you’d been hiding your anger. You stomped away from him to go and find somewhere to change but then realized you had no idea where anything was.

Shamelessly, you stomped back to the kitchen to meet his amused face and grumbled to him, “Where’s your bathroom?”

Leaning in, he cupped his ear as he pretended not to hear you, “What was that?”

“Y’know what? Fuck you,” you suddenly said and then began stripping right there in the middle of his kitchen, throwing your discarded clothes at his face before putting on the fresh set that was quite comfortable and smelled nice.

“I thought you said patients and their doctors can’t have out of office relationships,” he spat back rather snidely, taking your shirt from his face to look at you in his clothes. His mind took a few screenshots and then he grabbed your pants from the floor, tossing them over his forearm like a parents gathering things thrown by a small child.

“Well we’re not patient and doctor anymore, are we?” You growled back at him, squinting and pointing a judgmental finger at him.

This earns a surprised pikachu face from him and he slowly grins, pleased with the way things seemed to be going. Maybe he didn’t even have to kidnap you-— maybe.

“So… then that means you’d be open to getting fucked by me? That’s pretty naughty, doll,” he chuckled, leaning against the nearest wall while crossing his arms, “Didn’t know you thought of me that way, I’m flattered.”

You shrug, “I mean, why not? You’re an attractive man and you’re kinda funny. Fucking you doesn’t sound so bad. I bet you’ve got a pretty looking cock too, Mister Dynamight.”

Wow. Weren’t you a bold drunk.

“Wanna find out?”

“Are you offering?”

“Pfft. Cute.”

…

“Jesus CHRIST, you stick that motherfucker into people? That cannot be. How have you not murdered anyone yet? That’s literally a lethal weapon. Be honest with me, Katsuki… have you killed anyone with your penis?”

A short laugh comes from the man in question, rolling his eyes at your dramatic words. How strange, here he was, sitting on the edge of his bed exposing his appendage to his ex-therapist who looked at it in awe and a tinge of fear.

“Nah. I’m pretty sure that’s impossible,” he mumbled, shaking his head at you. His breath then hitched when you had curiously reached forward to poke at the flaccid length, watching it twitch in response.

He groaned at you and pushed your hand away, “Watch where you’re touchin’ otherwise you’re gonna start something you can’t finish.”

Scoffing at his choice in words, you squint at him and then rest a hand on one of your hips, “Who says I can’t finish what I start? I’ll have you know that I can be a very hard-worker when I want to be.”

Rolling his eyes, he grabs your wrist and yanks you down into his lap, having you land right on his crotch, “You talk too damn much, dumbass.”

“Katsuki! What did I tell you about calling people dumbasse- mmph!” Silenced by a firm kiss, you were frozen in shock for all of five seconds before leaning into the kiss, deepening it with hungered groan.

Liquid courage makes people do stupid things and this just so happened to be one of the dumbest things you could have done. What kind of professional makes out with an ex-patient? Apparently you but goddamn this man was a good kisser.

You shift around in his lap to straddle his hips while wrapping your arms around his neck, your mouths beginning to tangle up in a lustful dance. Bakugo could still taste the liquor on your breath but didn’t seem to mind, moving his hands to your ass to knead at the clothed flesh with those huge hands of his.

The kiss leaves you breathless and wanting more, moving your hands to lightly scratch at the back of his neck before tugging on the hairs right above the nape. Pulling away from the kiss with half-lidded eyes you stare into Bakugo’s eyes before demanding, “More. Give me more.”

The sudden demand had caught him off guard but who was he to ignore your begging, it only fed further into the illusion that you loved him too. With one swift movement you’re dropped onto the bed on your back with the muscled blonde leaning over you, burying his face into the crook of your neck to bite and suck on the skin with intent to mark you as his.

In the midst of your kiss, he’d tugged his pants up which may have been a mistake considering how uncomfortably tight they were beginning to feel as they confined his throbbing member that had began to stir within it fabric prison.

As he’d continued to decorate your neck in light bruises, one of your hands had began to drag up and down his arm, egging him on further. He had wanted to take his time with you considering it was your first time together but you were growing impatient and just wanted to be impaled already.

Perhaps it was the alcohol fueled horninness and the need to get laid after such a long dry spell that made you want him to hurry along and sink himself in you already. The hero had hesitated at first but then fed into your brattish demands, knowing damn well that he was feeling just as impatient as you were.

This led to the discarding of clothes as fast as lightning, leaving the both of your bare and exposed to one another. He pushed himself between your legs and rested there while going in for another kiss, your legs draped loosely around his waist, the shaft of his length rubbing up against your folds oh so painfully slow.

You moaned against his lips and pushed back against his rubbing, urging him to go a bit faster so you could feel more friction. Obliging to your every beck and whim he begins to rut his hips a bit faster, feeling the ever growing wetness coat his cock.

Eventually, the feverish kisses and the humping had made him restless and wanting. “You ready for my cock, dirty whore?“ He suddenly mumbles after removing his mouth from yours, a bridge of saliva still connecting your mouths, “Tell me what you want.”

“You you you,” you sung out, back arching off the bed as his tip brushed right over your clit, “Please, just give it to me already! Fuck.”

Your begging hadn’t fallen on deaf ears, oh no he heard you loud and clearly. Pretty much soaked at this point, Katsuki lined himself up with your entry and pressed the tip in, groaning as it slid in with surprising ease. However, you were still too tight for him to fully sink into you.

The burn you felt was a little unpleasant but it soon went away when Katsuki started distracting you by rubbing his thumb over your clit, watching as you squirmed and twisted around the tip of his cock.

“‘s too tight. You needa relax for me, doll. Can you do that?” He asked in a surprisingly nice manner. You’d half-heartedly expected to just ram it into you and destroy your insides but you were surprised by his consideration.

Maybe he really was a sweetheart deep down.

Oh how wrong you were. As soon as he had felt your walls fluttering around him and urging him to go in further that’s exactly what he did. He grabbed your wrists and pulled you down, slamming you down onto the entirety of his length until his tip kissed your cervix, causing you to go blind for a split second just from the sheer power behind his thrust.

“Shit!” You cursed, shuddering as you were filled to the brim with his cock, unable to have a single thought as you could only think about him and his monstrous cock that was currently occupying your insides.

“You’re my perfect little cock sleeve, aren’t cha?” He asked, pulling his hips back before snapping them forward and back into you, kissing your cervix once again. An animalistic groan escapes his lips and he begins to fuck into you slow and brutally, the headboard slamming into the wall with each powerful thrust. “Fuck you’re takin’ me so well. ‘s like you were made for me and only me.”

You had no idea that this was further aiding in his delusions but you didn’t really care, you just wanted more.

“Greedy bitch, you tryna milk me dry already? Alright, I’ll help you,” he comments with a shit eating grin on his face.

He then uses the grip on your wrists to hold you in place and his nearly unlimited stamina to fuck into you with his curved cock that deliciously impales you with such speed and intensity that you can’t even stop the sudden orgasm that rips over your body.

And then another one, and another one, and another one. Was DJ Khaled in Katsuki’s bedroom right now? Who cares. Neither of you do apparently.

Katsuki is absolutely ecstatic, having you cream on his cock so many times was continuously riling him up and he was nearing his own end. And the way your gummy walls are sucking on his cock he knows he’s about to fill you up to the brim.

“‘m gonna fuck so many kids into you,” he mumbled, still thrusting into you while he taps his finger on your clit, “God I’m losing my fucking mind.”

Maybe he’s a little pussy drunk and delirious but that doesn’t matter. He’s suddenly pushing as deeply as he can into you, putting his hands onto your hips to get you as flush against each other as possible so he can empty his seed into you as deeply as possible, hoping that it’ll catch. He doesn’t believe in God but he prays that he can get you pregnant.

Pussy drunk Katsuki should be his new nickname.

The two of you stay like that for a little while before Katsuki goes for another round with you, though, you were a bit of a pillow princess at this point considering you couldn’t really do anything aside from whine, moan, and cum. A living sex doll if you may. But, with each round, the more sober you became which was a blessing and a curse.

Eventually, you fell asleep and Katsuki soon fell right behind you, rolling the both of you over so that you were cockwarming him as you laid on top of his chest, sleeping soundly.

He was already thinking about making breakfast for you and what kind of wedding vows he’d say on your special day.

…

You can only imagine his surprise when he’s met with loneliness. You were no where to be found and there was no trace left of you aside from the clothes you had left yesterday. If he didn’t know any better he would have thought he had just have a rather vivid hallucination and none of what happened yesterday was actually real but— he knew better.

Sitting up in his bed, he ran a hand through his hair and then swung his legs over the side of the mattress to stand up. He then began walking around the suite, calling your name, in hopes that you were in the bathroom or something. All he was met with was silence which pissed him off.

He finds himself stomping over to his phone to call you, dialing your phone number as soon as he got his hands on the little device.

“Hello?“ You answer, knowing he was the one who had called you.

“Where the hell are you? WHY THE FUCK DID YOU LEAVE?” He sneered, gripping the phone as he awaited an answer.

“First off, don’t yell at me. And second off, I’m at my place, I’ve got work today and I’m pretty sure you do too. So, what’s the problem?” You ask, putting your phone on speaker to set it down on top of your dresser to continue getting dressed.

“Tch, you didn’t even say goodbye, asshole. Didn’t even leave a note or a text,” he explained, his jaw clenching.

“Feels like shit, doesn’t it?”

Katsuki pauses for a moment, finally understanding what you had done. He then chuckled as the realization came, making him nearly coo at your frustration.

“D’aw baby. You’re still mad about that?~ I’ll make it up to you later, how ‘bout I take you out for lunch or somethin’? My treat.”

Free food? Fuck yeah.

Little did you know, you had just signed away your rights to ever being do things on your own again. But, he would let you still think you had your independence, that’s how he’d keep you under wraps. You were so cute when you acted all strong and independent. Just wait ‘til he gets you to move in with him.