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pro hero!bakugou x f!reader

summary - PORN WITH SOME PLOT - hurt comfort smut, bakugou agrees to help deku fufill a long daydreamed about fantasy with his girlfriend, ends up with far more than he bargained for when he realizes, not only are you clearly emotionally unfulfilled in your current relationship, but that he might be catching feelings for his friends girlfriend. all characters pro heroes, reader is a civilian. has breasts that bounce. could be part one.

warnings - deku wants to do consensual n/n c/nsent with his gf - but he wants to be tied up and watch while bakugou does it. all parties involved consent, bakugou is p responsible, safewords are in place, the scene is EXTREMELY consensual. TW for emotional neglect/manipulation(deku is not a good boyfriend, but in his defense it’s really hard to be #1 most powerful being and conceptualize other people in a complex way), sub drop but not hardcore(reader), emotional infidelity, choking spitting, face fucking, bondage, knifeplay if you squint, cucking, medium hard degradation and praise. mention of collar. cumplay. dynamight official lingerie.

MINORS DNI - YOU MUST HAVE AN AGE IN YOUR BIO TO INTERACT WIHT THIS POST

a/n - repost from my old tumblr <3 happy birthday to kats.

wc ~7k

You touch your neck self consciously as the blonde pro hero towers over you. He narrows his eyes at you for a moment, but you, you he could deal with in good time, he instead turns to his childhood friend.

“You sure you want this?” Bakugou says in a low growl. “I got rules.” You watch your boyfriend shift his weight a bit.

“What ah, what are your rules?” Midoriya begins to fidget nervously. He was inches away from realizing a fantasy that had tortured him for months. Bakugou holds up a finger.

“One, safeword,” he turns to you. “I’m gonna gag him if he talks too much, and he’s gonna talk too much, so this is for you, you done the colors thing before? Red means stop, yellow means slow down, green means more.” You nod.

“I’m um, yeah I’ve used those before.” Midoriya looks at you sharply, and Bakugou files the interaction away in his head.

“Rule two. You wear quirk shit. I’ve got some but I don’t feel like getting tackled out your apartment window because you change your mind halfway through when you see your girlfriend cum on my cock.” Midoriya swallows.

“Yeah, um, I expected as much, I think.”

“You got any rules?” He turns to you, but Midoriya pipes up.

“Actually um, I would prefer if you didn’t cum, y’know, in her.” Bakugou blinks at his childhood friend, face unreadable. “She’s uh, she’s on birth control but um, I’d like to save that just for me.” Bakugou nods, turning back to you.

“Anything from you?”

“Um actually,” Midoriya taps on his arm, and Bakugou nearly blows a gasket, “I uh, I was thinking, if you could try not to leave any um, marks and stuff, that would be cool.” The blond rolls his eyes.

“No promises.” Your mouth is dry. “Anything from your fuckin’ girlfriend, jesus christ Deku you oughtta let her talk more.” You find your voice.

“Um do you ever, use your um, quirk, when you-”

“Yeah.” He says. “I can, you know, not.” You swallow and rock up onto your tiptoes.

“No um, could I just, could I feel it, first, so I know what to expect?” He nods.

“Hold out your hands.” You turn to him, palms up, and he slaps one of his huge hands down on both of yours, it’s hot, just enough to sting, but not unbearable.

“Oh, fuck,” you let out a soft moan, it’s louder than you mean, though and you feel your face warm. “That’s um, it’s fine. That’s fine.” He smirks. “I um, last thing,” he waits patiently but you turn to your boyfriend. “You’re not allowed to be mad at me. This was your idea.”

“Of course I won’t be!” Deku protests, eyes wide, the picture of innocence. “I asked for this, and you’re the best girlfriend in the world for giving it to me.” Bakugou rolls his eyes.

“I won’t let him get snippy with ya sweetheart, come on,” He grins, “Help me tie him down, huh?” It takes a few minutes, but Bakugou is slow and methodical, testing the quirk bracer a few times. “Alright, try and get out, and I’ll remind you that it’s in your best interest to tell me if there’s any way you could get out.” Midoriya tests his bonds a little, and points to his left ankle, which Bakugou secures more, before attaching the chair he’s tied to to the radiator. “You bust outta this you’re gonna lose your security deposit.” Midoriya nods.

“Noted.” He looks at you quickly. “Hey,” he smiles, “Love you.” Bakugou watches carefully as the words seem to hit you hard, you balk a little, chewing on your lower lip.

“Love you too.” You say, with a soft, fake smile. Bakugou rolls his eyes, and jerks his head towards the hallway.

“The fuck is happening?” He says in a low growl when you’re out of earshot. “Do you actually want to do this, because we can just watch a movie and leave him like that all night.” You shiver.

“I do, um,” you whisper, “Want to.” He nods.

“Then what’s up?”

“That’s um,” you close your eyes, “The first time he’s said he loved me in a month.” Bakugou blinks a couple times.

“Huh.” He inspects you carefully. “When’s uh, when’s the last time you fucked?”

“Two weeks.” You whisper, with a nervous glance over your shoulder, and Bakugou can’t help the evil smile that spreads across his face.

“So you’re hurtin’ for it.”

“Shut up!” You punch him in the shoulder and then rear back, clutching your fist. “What the fuck are you made of?” You hiss and his smirk only widens.

“Real muscle, sweetheart.” He pats you on the shoulder. “Seriously, you don’t have to do shit to prove to that loser. Don’t do this if you don’t want to.” You swallow and your eyes flick up to his face.

“No I do, I want to.” You pause. “So I’m gonna fight you?” He shrugs, and then stretches.

“You’re gonna try.” You nod slowly and then look down at your clothes.

“Is this okay, it’s not like, lingerie.” He nods.

“Yeah, it’s fine, for cnc, anyway. Sure it would ruin the fantasy for Deku if you wore

lingerie for me.” He reaches out and tucks your hair behind your hear. “Limits?”

“Uh, soft on piss, hard on scat.”

“Cool.”

“What about you?” You ask, and he thinks about it.

“Normally I’d say keep your nails away from my cock but you’re such a sweet little thing, aintcha,” He straightens up, “So I’ll say you’re welcome to try and hurt me.” You nod and he furrows his brow. “Sure you don’t wanna go in there and get a couple hits on him while he’s helpless?” You laugh and Bakugou shakes his head, “If anyone ever interrupted me like that I’d lose my shit.”

“Guess we’re different people.” He nods, and reaches into his backpack, then hesitates.

“Wait uh, just dig around in there and tell me if there’s anything that freaks you out.” You open it, rope, duck tape, zip ties, a small knife, vibrator, something clear and silicon that you don’t recognize, a medium sized dildo, condoms, handcuffs, lotion, washcloths, and makeup wipes.

“This is all fine.” He stops, hesitating one last time.

“I’m not gonna listen,” he growls, “If you say, no, or stop, or it hurts.” You nod. “Just the safewords, I mean obviously I’m not a fuckin’ moron, and I’ll check in alright?”

“I think you’re nervous.” You say, sticking your chin out the tiniest bit and that seems to reassure him a bit because with a low grunt, he picks you up, right over his huge shoulder, and takes his backpack in the other hand.

“Shut the fuck up.” He snaps, and carries you quickly into your bedroom with just a few long strides. He throws you down on the bed, and you attempt to squirm away, but he’s too quick for you, kissing you hard and clumsily, it’s all teeth, and tongue, and passion. Your little fists are nothing against his body, and for a moment, when you gasp for air between kisses you wonder if it might be genuinely hurting you more than it’s hurting him. He rips your shirt and sinks his teeth into the soft flesh of your breast, you yelp with pain immediately, trying to get away from him, wriggling wildly but he slaps you lightly across the face. “I said shut the fuck up.” But you notice he’s pushed your attention back to your boyfriend, who is squirming in the chair he’s tied to, and you make eye contact with him just as Bakugou grinds a muscled thigh between your legs. A low waton noise escapes you and Bakugou laughs cruelly.

“I’m sorry,” you choke out, looking at Midoriya.

“That’s it,” Bakugou snarls, “Tell ‘im how sorry you fucking are, for lovin this so much.”

“I don’t,” you counter, looking back at the blonde, who slaps you again, this time a little harder, and tears burn in your eyes as he rips the rest of your clothing off, tugging his shirt over his head, “I don’t love it,” you say again more boldly, bracing for the third slap, but it doesn’t come. Instead, he leans down, and cups your face very gently, and you’re so surprised you stop fighting.

“Here’s what’s gonna happen, princess.” He spits the pet name like an insult. “You’re gonna behave,” and he licks up the side of your face, it’s wet and sticky and gross, you screw your face up, trying to move away from him but for the first time he restrains you, holding both of your wrists above your head, “Or I’m gonna hurt ya, fuckin’ understand?” You open your mouth to retort but he presses his knee against your sex, hard and instead you gasp with pleasure.

“Fuck,” Midoriya breathes, and for a second, your attention is back on him, your boyfriend, straining against his bonds, an obvious tent forming in his pants. Bakugou takes the opportunity to slip out of his pants and boxers, kicking them away on the floor and grabbing the rope from his bag. You scoot across the bed but you’re no match for him, even if you finally get a good kick in on his chest, he loops it around your wrists and pulls it taught quickly, securing you to the metal headboard. He takes the knife from his backpack and slices through the center of your bra, and through the side of your panties, ripping both of them off of you.

You keep kicking and he takes a moment to marvel at the gentle sloping curve of your waist into your hips, of the way your breasts bounce when you struggle.

“Alright,” he says, yanking your foot to one side as he ties each ankle to a different corner of the bed, you catch him in the face with a well timed kick and he winces. “Stupid fuckin’ cunt,” he says angrily, tightening the bonds.

“Don’t call her that!” Midoriya says, aghast, and Bakugou turns his attention to your boyfriend with an evil grin, leaving you squirming and whimpering on the bed. You test the ropes but the knots are perfect, just tight enough to be uncomfortable. “Don’t, Kacchan, don’t-” Bakugou picks up your panties and shoves them delicately in Midoryas mouth before patting a piece of duct tape over it. Midoriya screams against the gag, fighting now in earnest, the tent in his pants even larger as Bakugou swaggers back over to the bed where your nipples are standing at attention in the cold of the bedroom.

“Look at these,” he says in a low rasp, palming your breasts, gently at first and then squeezing them harder, pinching your nipples in tandem, eliciting a bright, sharp cry from your lips. “Does that hurt, bitch?” He snarls, pulling harder as you keep struggling, refusing to look at him, so he grabs your jaw, and leans down to speak directly into your ear. “I asked you, a fuckin’ question, bitch.” He draws a hand back and slaps your chest hard.

“Yes,” you gasp, and he grins, watching the beginning of tears form in your eyes, making his cock twitch. “Yes, it hurts.” He hits your chest again, enjoying the soft give under his rough calloused hands, before taking them again and burying his face between them for a moment. You gasp in pain again, and he closes his mouth over one of your nipples gently tweaking the other as you arch your back and moan.

“That’s yes, daddy.” He growls, going back to sucking at your nipple, licking and biting the sensitive nub, and you blink up at him for a moment, Midoriya making a strangled cry against the gag. He knew it, knew he’d guessed right as to what Deku had you call him in bed, and he waits, gives you a chance to safeword out before you speak with trembling lips.

“Y-yes, daddy.” You hide a little from him. “P-please don’t hurt me.” He softens, trailing a hand down your body, between your legs, just gently dipping it between your folds.

“You’re so fuckin’ wet,” He says, genuine surprise almost coloring his face, “You like this, huh slut?” You pause and he slaps your clit, harder than he means to, but you don’t cry out, just bite down on your lip as the tears spill over. “Answer me when I goddamn talk to you.”

“Yes,” you choke out a sob, “Yes, daddy, I like it.” He rewards you for your honesty with a soft soothing touch to the affected area, before starting to fuck you with his fingers, ghosting little touches over your clit, enough to make you react, but not enough to give you any relief.

“Good girl,” He coos, “You gonna shuttup and take whatever I give you?” You glance nervously at Midoriya, who looks so blissed out he’s barely paying attention. “Oi,” Bakugou snaps, “Focus up slut.”

“Yes,” you promise, “Yes d-daddy, ‘m gonna,” you shudder out a gasp when he pushes the two fingers a little deeper inside of you measuring every reaction carefully, and thrusting a little quicker accordingly, “m gonna take what, what you give me, promise.”

“You like him watchin’ you?” He asks, “You filthy fuckin’ thing, gettin’ so wet cause your boyfriend’s watchin’ you get fucked by his best friend?” Your eyes widen. “That’s right princess, you’re fuckin’ lucky I’m preppin’ ya. I’m sure that pretty little pussy of yours isn’t used to real cock.” The pleasure overwhelms you, writhe against the restraints, rolling your hips against his hand, doing anything to increase friction, increase pleasure, increase the sensation of- “Whaddya think?” Bakugou turns to Midoriya, “You wanna watch her cum on my fuckin’ fingers?” Midoriya whimpers plaintively, huge muscles bulging as he ruts his hips against his sweatpants, equally focused on his own pleasure. “Pathetic.” Bakugou spits.

“Oh,” you whimper, “Oh my god,”

“Yeah,” Bakugou smirks, “Am I your fuckin’ god bitch?” Your eyes lose focus as you get closer to your high. “Beg me to cum.” He orders, “Beg your god to make you cum, in front of your fuckin’ cuck asshole of a boyfriend?”

“Please,” you cry out, all shame forgotten, “Please, please can I cum,”

“Please can I cum, god,” He snarls and you nod quickly, gasping for breath as you try to ride the edge of the cliff.

“Please, please god,” he chuckles, he almost can’t believe you actually did it, “Can I cum please,”

“You wanna cum in front of him?” You nod quickly, toes curling as you bite down on your lip. “He ever make you feel this good?”

“No,” you breathe, “No never.”

“Look at him.” Bakugou orders, taking your jaw with his free hand and holding it so tightly it squishes your face, “Look at him, and cum.” Your orgasm rips through you, and your eyes roll in your head as your vision whites out and waves of pleasure rock your body. Bakugou doesn’t release your jaw, slowing his pumps in and out of your core in accordance with your breathing’s return to normal. When he sees your eyes regain some clarity he climbs over you, and shoving his fingers in your mouth. “Clean me the fuck off.” He snaps, and you obey immediately, sucking gently at his fingers. “Color?” He asks gruffly and you blink a couple times before it registers.

“Gween,” you mumble around his fingers, “M fine.” He smirks. Good. He could push you further. At this angle, you can get a better look at his cock, long and thick with a slight upward tilt, it’s intimidatingly large. You’re so focused on it, you almost don’t feel him adjust you, tying both of your wrist to one side of the headboard, closest to Midoriya. Your head dangles off the edge now, his careful knotwork on your far ankle the only thing keeping you from sliding to the floor. He walks around the bed and takes a moment, brushing the hair from your face before pressing the head of his cock, smooth and pink with need, against your soft lips. He thinks about it and reaches over, just barely managing to rip the gag off of Midoriya before turning his attention back to you, and how you’re stubbornly keeping your mouth closed. Deku sputters and spits out your panties.

“Fuck,” he breathes, “Please, please, untie my hands, I need,”

“You think you get to fuckin’ cum?” Bakugou turns to him, angrily. “Nah, you sick fuck, gettin’ off on watching your girlfriend get slapped around?” He thinks for a moment. “Tell you what, bitch,” and it’s unclear at first who he’s speaking to, “If I cum before you do, I’ll have her give you some attention while I fuck her brains out.” Deku just whimpers, his cock harder than it’s ever been in his life, just the sensation of it rubbing against his sweatpants is driving him insane, there’s a dark grey stain on his light grey sweatpants from precum.

“Open up,” Bakugou snaps, palming your breasts roughly, he knows it’s hard enough to bruise when you whimper, but he can’t help himself, you’re so soft. “I’m bein’ real nice to ya,” he says, slapping you across the face with his cock, “Especially when you’re just a dirty fuckin’ whore who cums for anyone who pays her a little attention huh?” Your eyes widen and you keep your mouth shut, shaking your head. He grins, and kneels beside you, “High and mighty all of a sudden, huh cocksleve,” he pinches your nose shut and you start to squirm, pulling at the rope around your wrists. “Breathing is for good girls.” He growls. “Course you could always open up that useless fuckin’ hole of yours, but you won’t do that will ya?” He shakes his head, with a mean laugh, “You know, I was gonna let you suck my dick rather than fuckin’ your face. Too bad you’re such a bratty little bitch huh?” Your face is warming, your lungs screaming for oxygen. You open your mouth, determined it’ll be quick but he’s got you where he wants you, shoving two thick fingers in between your lips, barely allowing you to suck in breath. “You got one last chance,” Bakugou says, “Or I’ll get something to hold this open for me, understand? Somethin’ unpleasant.” You nod, blinking more tears from your eyes as he stands back up and withdraws his fingers, barely letting you breathe before pushing his cock into your mouth. It’s heavy on your tongue, and in your current position, it slides effortlessly down your throat.

“Shit.” Midoriya breathes, watching the way your neck is bulging with his cock, “Shit that’s so fucking hot, oh my god,” he pulls at the bonds again, wanting to get up, to press down on the bulge, to see your tears spill as you gag.

“Fuck yeah,” Bakugou murmurs, the softest sound he’s made all night, “That’s it princess, fuck yeah,” his thrusts are careful, caluclated, allowing you to breathe just enough so that you stay conscious, delighting in your gasping sputtering gags, as he takes his cock out and taps it on your face, coating you in precum and your own spit, before sliding it back in. “You’re fuckin’ filthy,” he repeats, in the same amazed, breathless tone, “You don’t do this for that cuck, do you,” he pulls out to allow you to answer and you do, honestly,

“No,’ you wheeze, before he goes back to slowly and methodically fucking your throat, and Midoriya moans again loudly.

“Fuck, please, Kacchan, I swear, I’ll be good, I swear.”

“You’re beggin’ now?” Bakugou stops mid stroke, cock buried in you, his balls resting softly on your forehead as you begin to squirm, indicating that you need to breathe. “Tell me somethin’,” he says, “You think you wanna cum more than she needs to breathe right now?” Midoriya whines, “You tell me that you wanna cum, more than you wanna see me take my dick outta her airway, and I’ll have her suck you off.” You whimper against him, eyes wide, you need air, your lungs are burning with need. Midoriya thinks for a moment, mind hazy, thinking only of the pain between his legs, the dull ache taking over his mind.

“Need to cum,” He gasps, and Bakugou scowls, ripping his cock out of your mouth, letting you gasp for air as drool drips down your face, “More than she needs to breathe,”Midoriya says, watching you attempt to catch your breath. “Please, need it, need-” Bakugou gets up and snatches something from his bag, shoving the wiffle ball gag in the pro heroes mouth and fastening it behind his head.

“That’s about enough outta you.” Bakugou growls, and he can hear the muffled, Kacchan, kacchan you promised, but he ignores it, loosing your wrists from the side of the bed and fastening them back to the center before nearly effortlessly freeing your legs from each corner. Before you really know what’s happening, you’re flipped on your stomach, knees bent underneath you. He presses your back into an arch and gently rubs the head of his cock on your softness with a loud groan, before turning back to Midoriya. “Gonna forget about your ass for a little, and just enjoy your girlfriend’s sweet,” he inches inside, “Wet,” he takes a fistful of your ass before pushing another couple inches, “Cunt.” He pounds into you and you keen, laying on the side of your face so that you can look your boyfriend dead in the eyes, “Fuck baby,” Bakugou growls, as he pushes mewl after mewl from your lips. You’ve never felt this full before, this, satisfied, and your brain is a million miles away as you start to babble incoherently.

“Fuck, fuck yes,” you moan loudly, “Please, please don’t stop.”

“That’s it’ princess,” Bakugou moans, as you push back against his thrusts so that he can fuck you harder, every soft part of your body jiggling when his hips collide with your ass. He brings his hand down hard on your ass and you sigh with pleasure, reacting like he’d kissed you softly. He grins, somehow getting harder inside you, your perfect velvety walls squeezing him as you lose all sense of yourself.

“Please daddy,” you beg, “More, more please.” He lands another spank and you choke out a moan, this one betraying a little discomfort but with the way your cunt is squeezing and fluttering around him, he’s not about to stop.

“Atta fuckin’ girl,” Bakugou growls, “You close, you gonna cum for me?” You nod emphatically, ruse and roleplay and tied up boyfriend forgotten, you’re so drunk on the best cock you’ve had in years, that when you open your mouth to beg words barely come out.

“Please, daddy,” you say again, “Wanna cum on your cock, please,”

“So fuckin’ dirty,” he chides, “Tell me you love it.”

“I love it!” You chant, half cry, half sob, “I love it I love it so much!”

“Is this the best fuck you’ve ever had,” Bakugou taunts, expecting some resistance, but you just nod again,

“Yes,” you moan, face pressed to the bed, drool leaking from your mouth. Eyes unfocused. “Yes daddy, this’s the best fuck I’ve ever had.” Whatever self control Bakugou had been previously exercising dissipates at your words, pounding into you, brutally fucking you into oblivion.

“You can cum bitch,” He snaps, ��Just tell me you’re my fuckin’ bitch, tell me who you goddamn belong to.”

“You, you, you, daddy!” You cry and he spanks you one last time, collapsing on top of you as you both cum, bodies tangled and twitching and sweaty, both only semi conscious of what’s happening. Bakugou remembers where he is before you do, and moves back, pulling out of your pussy with a lewd squelch, pressing a kiss to the top of your head before walking slowly up to your boyfriend. He pulls the gag out and Midoriya immediately whines.

“Please, please untie my hands, quickly.” Bakugou thinks about it, reaching for the knife he’d left on your bedside table.

“Depends.” Bakugou says, “You gonna eat my cum outta her pussy like a good boy?” Midoriya blinks a couple times.

“That, that wasn’t part of the deal, you weren’t even supposed to do that.” he hisses, and Bakugou shrugs, watching Midoriya’s pupils dilate as he looks at the cum leaking out of your pussy, while you shiver in the cool of the bedroom, then back to his own cock, the stain from the precum on his sweatpants growing.

“What’s it gonna be?” He says, and Midoriya nods slowly, then desperately as Bakugou slices through the tape and rope, letting the slightly shorter man leap across the room and bury his face in your cunt, suckling needily as he fists his own cock and you groan at the extra stimulation. It takes Deku about a full minute to reach his own climax, release splattering over his abs, he dabs at it with a t-shirt and then wipes his face, before collapsing next to you on the bed.

“Bunny,” he moans, “I love you so much.” Bakugou watches you swallow nervously, and gently unties your wrists from the headboard.

“Hold her, dumb shit.” Bakugou snaps. “Haven’t you ever heard of aftercare?” You sniff, and Bakugou yanks on his sweatpants before tossing you his t shirt. You wiggle into it as you begin to tremble. Midoriya pats your hand softly, and Bakugou rolls his eyes, lying down on the other side of you, pressing his chest to your back. “Good girl,” he rumbles, “You did such a good job for us,” He says, rubbing little circles in your hips with his thumb, then looking meaningfully at Midoriya.

“Oh uh,” he says, looking sheepish, “Good job, you were, you were so perfect, bunny, you’re so sweet for me all the time. You nod, sniffling harder.

“Thanks ‘zuku.” You say, snuggling into him, away from Bakugou, who swallows, and nods. “You were so mean, Bakugou,” you giggle lightly, “I didn’t think you could be so mean.” You shiver, and he presses his lips to your temple.

“You are smart, and strong, and beautiful.” He says in a low growl, trying to prompt Midoriya, who seems a bit distracted with his own bliss. “You know I don’t think of you like uh,” he thinks about it, “A uh, a cocksleeve.” You laugh softly, and he relaxes as some of the warmth returns to your eyes. “You’re a good girl.” He says again, and you sigh happily, relaxing into him. Something tugs at his heart, and he stands, cleaning up the bedroom while you take your boyfriend’s hand. “You should take a shower with her.” Bakugou says, hovering in the doorway. “Ah, you should you know, just like extra soft, extra nice, and stuff, you know just uh, this is a lot, it’s intense, and I know it’s her first time doing this kind of-”

“I’ll be fine.” Midoriya says, scooping you up in his arms. “Thank you honestly, we should do it again sometime, when she’s up for it.” Bakugou plays it as casually as he possibly can, eyes on your soft glossy lips. He swallows.

“Yeah uh, honestly,” he shrugs, “Had fun. So uh, when-”

“This weekend?” Midoriya says desperately, “Please?” Bakugou’s eyes flick to your limp form.

“Just uh, if she’s down, you know.”

“Oh yeah,” Midoriya says, “Baby’s such a sweet angel, I’m sure she’s down.” You nod softly into his chest and the blondes heart aches when you reach for him, squirming away from your boyfriend, wrapping your arms around his neck in a quick hug. It might be his imagination, but he feels your lips on his neck. He carefully watches Deku, but his eyes don’t catch any jealousy, any misgivings.

“I’m wearing your shirt?” You mumble, as if you’re just realizing, tugging it off and handing it to him. “You can’t go out like that.” He nods, taking the soft black shirt back and pulling it on.

“See, ya.” He says gruffly. “Cuck.” Midoriya blushes. “Princess.” He says gruffly, and he walks through your living room and into the hallway of the apartment building.

“C’mon bunny.” He hears Midoriya say, “Let’s get in the shower, unless you just wanna crash?”

Bakugou showers at his own place, tossing his backpack in the closet. He fluffs his hair in the mirror, doing some light stretches before lying in his bed. He tucks himself in, turns the light off, and starts scrolling through his phone. He reads the news for a bit before saying,

“Fuck it,” out loud, and opening pornhub. He scrolls through video after video, none of them scratching his itch, testing keywords and new phrases, until he finds what he’s looking for, someone with, fuck, the same color eyes as you, who stares at the camera with the same gentle innocence.

“Oh daddy,” the pornstar says in a kittenish voice, and he winces at the lack of verisimilitude, of connection, compared to what he’d just experienced. “Come on, daddy, your bad wittle girl wants to-” His phone vibrates with a text, rescuing him from just shutting down the browser all together.

You: hi

Bakugou: whats up

He curses himself for texting back so quickly, but relaxes when he sees the little dots indicating you’re typing.

You: ah izuku crashed.

Bakugou: shit sweetheart you gotta tell him he has to do aftercare with you or you’re not gonna be his fuckin kinky ginea pig.

You: I mean, I liked it.

Bakugou: obviously. Whats up tho.

You: um

You: now i feel bad. I dunno like, I’m shaky, I feel weird.

Bakugou: pain/fear = endorphins, you’re coming off a high

You: so no wine or depressants im guessing

Bakugou: no shit dumbass.

Bakugou: did he seriously crash?

You: yeah it’s nbd, he works a lot.

Bakugou: I work a lot.

Bakugou sighs, flipping his smartphone in his hands and fidgeting, porn forgotten.

Bakugou: call me.

You hesitate, curled up on the couch in one of Izuku’s t-shirts and a throw blanket. But you and Bakugou were friends, weren’t you? He’d made you feel so good, not just during the sex but after and before, and he’d always looked after you when you’d shrink inside yourself during large gatherings of Izuku’s hero friends. You press the phone icon.

“Hey,” There’s a rush of static when you breathe into the phone.

“Hey,” He repeats, and kicks himself for not thinking of a more emotionally intelligent greeting. “You uh, you okay?”

“I feel weird.” You say, and your voice sounds small, like you’re caving in on yourself. “I, I liked it, I had fun I just feel weird now.” There’s a pause, Bakugou doesn’t speak so you continue. “Bakugou if um, if you were here, what uh, what would you be doing?” He grunts a little, sitting up on his bed.

“Where are you?” He asks gruffly.

“The couch.”

“Oof,” Bakugou says, “Didn’t wanna get in bed with him?”

“No.” The admission falls from your lips, unbidden.

“Whatcha wearin’?” He asks and that gets a half hearted laugh out of you.

“Bakugou!”

“Shuttup it’s fucking relevant.” He snaps. You sigh into the phone.

“A t shirt, a bra and panties.” You say, “And I’m wrapped in a blanket.” He nods.

“Okay, If I were there,” He says, “I’d hold you, on the couch, with your head propped up on my arm, and I’d be helpin’ with you wherever it hurt.” He takes a deep breath. “So uh, where does it hurt?” He hears you stretch and sigh. You think about it, your whole body feels achey, in a good way, except for the pain just below your ribs.

“My throat is sore,” you say, after considering, and he chuckles,

“Yeah it is.”

“Shut up!” You hiss. “And um, my hips are sore, like where they meet my ribs?” In his apartment, Bakugou smirks.

“Yeah, I uh mighta gonna a little hard on you for a first timer.”

“I wasn’t a virgin.” You whisper defensively.

“Obviously.” He grunts. “Listen, you gotta uh, you’re not gonna feel better unless you comfort yourself, so grab some uh, like scented lotion, and work on the things that hurt, ice them or get a heating pad. Or kick deku the fuck out of bed and tell him to pay attention to his girlfriend.” You laugh lightly.

“Fuck,” you pause, “Should I do that?”

“Hell yes you should!” Bakugou says, a touch of anger seeping into his tone, “He asked you to do this for him, even if ya liked it I could tell we were leagues out of your comfort zone.”

“But I trust you.” For some reason that little interjection hits him hard, warmth spreading slowly across his chest. “And um,” you swallow, “He doesn’t like it when I wake him up, he gets a little uh,” you reach for the right word, “Cranky when he doesn’t get enough rest.”

“What’s Deku like when he’s cranky?” Bakugou says, barking out a laugh, “I’ve never seen it.” He instantly regrets his joking tone when you force out the most joyless laugh he’s ever heard.

“He’s um,” he hears your voice pinch, “He smiles the whole time, and says something like, you know, I’ve got so much on my plate, and I’ve got so much going on I just need to sleep and have a supportive partner, you can handle something simple like that, right?” You cough at the end of your terrible impersonation and treat Bakugou to the second most joyless laugh he’s ever heard.

“Shit, sweetheart.”

“I know,” your voice breaks, “I know it’s bad, I’m sorry, I shouldn’t have downplayed it, I-” you take a shakey breath, “This, this isn’t your problem, you shouldn’t-”

“Shut the fuck up, I’m coming over.”

“You can’t!” You breathe desperately, “He’ll wake up, and he’ll be upset with me.” Bakugou chuckles.

“He’s not gonna get mean with you in front of me.” You can hear him moving, presumably looking for shoes, “Deku’s got an image to protect. Let me in, I’ll be there in 10.”

“O-okay.” You press END on the call and he hears you let a choked sob into your pillow before the line disconnects. He groans loudly before tossing his phone across the room. That little sob, that tiny defeated sound echoes around his empty apartment. Fuck it. He’d run there.

You’re crying on the couch, partially ashamed of your weakness and partially still feeling completely unmoored when you hear a soft knock at the door. Tentatively, you stand, padding quietly to the door and looking through the peephole.

“Bakugou,” You swing the door open

“I don’t,” you fidget, “I don’t know about I mean, I don’t know if you should be here.” Bakugou nods slowly, but he can’t, he can’t just leave. You take him in, there’s a speckle of raindrops on his shoulder, and you realize, the light coat of sweat on his body, his sweatpants and t-shirt, he ran here.

“I just wanna,” he looks away, “I mean, I broke you apart, right, I know, I thought your fuckin’ boyfriend would put you back together, but uh, someone’s gotta.” You consider, and he watches your decision making process with interest, your eyes flick to the closed door where he can almost hear Deku snoring, then to his hands and back to his face. Almost in slow motion you take a single one of his fingers and lead him to the couch, sitting cross legged across from him. “How long uh,” he tucks his legs under the blanket, “How long has it been like this?”

“A few months.” You say, corners of your mouth drooping. “At first we’d fight about it, but I think he’s kinda given up. I was honestly thinking,” you look over your shoulder and then back at Bakugou, “About um, you know a more serious conversation, like a break, when he suggested we try this.” Bakugou blinks.

“He wanted to try, to try me and you, because-”

“He said he felt distant from me, and this might help I,” you chew your lip, “I really enjoyed it, I mean it’s not like he forced me,” a small sad smile spreads across your face, “I thought maybe he’d be jealous. Guess I was ah, hurting for it.” There’s a pause, and the two of you sit in the darkness, listening to Deku snore.

“People say a lotta shit about me.” Bakugou rumbles. “I don’t listen, for the most part, I,” he runs his fingers through his hair, “Like that I’m selfish, and competitive and an asshole, and I, I know I am those things, you know I just wander around, slicin’ people on my sharp edges, but I, I’m a fuckin’ hero at the end of the day this is the only job I ever wanted.” You nod.

“I understand.”

“I just,” He fumbles for the words, “So right now, when I say get the fuck over here, I just, I wanted you to know that’s the instinct I’m chasing.” Your eyes widen with surprise. He reaches out and takes your hand, guiding you until you’re lying down together, you facing him, about three inches of space between your bodies.

“Bakugou,” you whisper, “ I shouldn’t have let you in.”

“Why,” he cups your face with one hand, “So why did you?” You lean into his warmth, and take a deep breath.

“I think I, I wanted to be touched softly so bad.” He nods, gently stroking your cheek.

“I shouldn’t have come.” He responds, and then reassures you, “I won’t try shit, I promise, please, just, I can’t stand to see ya like this.” You let him fold you into his chest, shuddering into him. “Sometimes, I think, y’know him gettin’ his quirk from All Might, that it saved me a little.” You look up at him, surprised, only having seen Bakugou snap at the good natured ribbing from his friends at Him and Izuku’s old competition, Deku long having solidified his place as number one.

“What do you mean?” You whisper, and he shrugs.

“I think,” he murmurs, “I’d just hate to see myself as so much, y’know, as so big, so that people around me look like ants.” He thinks about it. “Especially, someone who loved me, uh, as much as you clearly love him.”

“I do.” Tears burn in your eyes now. “I love him so much. Do you wanna hear something funny?” He nods.

“Sure.”

“I tried.” You breathe. “I said, I think maybe we’re meant for a deep and meaningful friendship, and uh, he just said no, I don’t think that’s it.” Bakugou snorts and your eyes widen. “Shhhh!”

“Listen,” Bakugou rumbles. “Keep tryin’ if you love the idiot or whatever.” He pulls away so you can see him grin. “He already texted me about this weekend.” You smile despite yourself. “I got some ideas myself,” you feel his lips on your cheek, on your ear, “‘S far as I’m concerned, when he gives you to me, you’re fuckin’ mine.” You bury your face in his chest and he tangles his hands in your hair. He smells so good, and he’s so warm, you realize you could fall asleep right there.

“Mmhm, okay.” You mumble. “Question.”

“What’s up?” He whispers.

“You’re not, you know, doing this to um, get back at him, for like-”

“No.” Bakugou says, louder than he means. “Nah, I uh, I mean fuckin’ deku’s girlfriend sounded fun to me when he proposed it but I uh, I’m not here right now for anythin’ other than, y’know I was worried about you.”

“Really?” You mumble. “Getting soft on me, Dynamight?” He chuckles lowly.

“Brat to me at your own fuckin’ risk sweeheart.” You shudder. “Aw,” He breathes, “Is baby scared?”

“No.” You protest, “I’m not scared of you.” He presses his lips to your forehead.

“You shouldn’t have said that. Now I’m gonna-” You both freeze when you hear Midoriya turn over in bed and then call,

“Bunny,” He calls, and Bakugou smirks at you, “You coming to bed?”

“Yep!” You say quickly, standing, Bakugou immediately missing the warmth and weight of your body in his arms.

“Bunny?” Bakugou mouths, shaking his head with a smirk, and you shrug, shooing the huge blonde towards the door.

“Get out.” You close the door on him quickly, and run to your bedroom, scooting quickly underneath your blanket and moving towards your boyfriends.

“Hey,” you whisper in the dark, guilt ripping through you, “Hey Izuku.” He moves closer to you, wrapping his arms around you and crushing you to his chest before letting you flop next to him. “Hey,” you try again, “Hey, I know, um, just if we do that again um, I just need, um some more like, attention from you after.” He props his head up, clearly struggling to stay awake.

“What?”

“You know, um,” you fidget with the sheets. “Bakugou said we were supposed to do aftercare and stuff and I-”

“I know,” Deku sighs happily. “You know, I work so much, and I spend all day helping people, and I just, I feel so grateful to have a partner who is so self sufficient.” Your heart thrums in your chest. “I mean I don’t have a ton of energy at the end of the day but you’re always around when I need you.” You swallow.

“Yeah um,” your eyes well with tears. “Sometimes, Izuku, I need support too.” There’s a silence. “Izuku?” You hear a snore, and realize he’s fallen asleep. Your phone buzzes.

Bakugou: don’t stay up too late.

You: I won’t.

You: why did you worry about me

Bakugou: he said he loved you and you flinched.

You: did I?

Bakugou: i told you.

Bakugou: this is the only job I ever wanted. So I pay attention.

You: huh

Bakugou: sleep.

You: yes, will do.

A few days later you’re coming back in with a light bag of groceries, and Deku is sitting at your apartment island, scrolling through his phone.

“Hey,” He runs to you and holds you to his chest, pressing a kiss to the top of your head. He’s stepped up the affection since having Bakugou over, though he’s as hard to read as ever. You take a deep breath through your nose. “Kacchan’s coming later, you up for it?” You swallow nervously, you hadn’t talked to Bakugou since he came over and he hadn’t reached out again, but it was undeniably the best sex of your life, you shiver at just the memory of his hands on your body.

“Yeah.” You smile, mouth going dry. “What’s in the box?” Deku shrugs.

“It’s addressed to you.” You open it and your gasp draws his attention.

“Holy shit.” He breathes, eyes like saucers, “Put that on right now.” The Dynamight Official lingerie is complicated, with an elastic around your waist, white with orange lettering, attached to a pair of dark green thigh highs, that your skin squishes around, the plush of your waist and thighs soft around the elastic. The bra is also dark green, with an elastic band, with the same orange lettering on white, but the final straw is the pair of mid waisted dark green mesh panties, with sheer panels, and a message sewn right into the crotch, right where the threads would brush the most sensitive parts of a woman, matching the lining around your waist, under your bust, and you haven’t seen it yet, but dangling from the green leather collar in the box, Property Of Dynamight.

Your heart is racing, as you wiggle into the lingerie, straightening the thigh highs.

“Baby,” Deku groans, “Baby this is so fucking hot.” Your face is warm and you fidget as he cups your face in his hands and palms your breast. “Fuck you look so good like this.” He reaches for you, and the door opens, and all 6’6 of Bakugou Katsuki looms in the doorway, all the blood in his head rushing below his waist at the sight of you, covered in his name. All he does, however, is walk over and reach into the box, removing the expensive leather collar and leash.

“Forgot the most important part,” he hits Deku lightly on the back of the head. “Shithead.”

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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!”

if u enjoyed this fic please consider reblogging/leaving me a comment! It helps me know what people like so i know what to write more of <3

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alixdelcourt · 2 years ago

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the tension between you and the stupid icing as you try to keep your shaky hands still. “almost there, don’t mess up now…” and then a hand is on the small of your back.

“is this for me?” bakugo asks, a nosy little bastard as he reads the happy birth on the strawberry cake. “what’re you— you weren’t supposed to be back yet!”

he ignored your comment and glances at the bowl full of macerated sliced strawberries, sneaking one in his mouth.

you move the bowl away, giving him a look. they’re for the cake. he grins with a “it’s my birthday i can do what i want.”

bakugo takes the piping bag and you don’t struggle against, “what are you doing? this was supposed to be a surprise.”

he gives you a kiss and bumps you with his hip, “you obviously need my help, move your ass aside.”

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alixdelcourt · 3 years ago

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Tantrums.

Suki: *throwing a tantrum*

Kiri: *watching*

Suki: ugghhh! Ahhh! *screams*

Kiri: you done?

Suki: Daddy! I want-

Kiri: no no no

Suki: *sniffles*

Kiri: breath in

Suki: *inhales*

Kiri: breath out

Suki: *exhales*

Kiri: one more time

Suki: *repeats*

Kiri: better?

Suki: yeah

Kiri: now ask me, kindly.

Suki: where's papa?

Kiri: he's at work, princess. He'll be back soon so why don't we make him something for when he gets back?

Suki: cookies!!

Kiri: yeah okay

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Baku: I'm back!

Kiri: hey baby, how was-

Baku: stupid fucking Deku! Again! Little shit got in my way! Again!

Kiri: -work

Baku: UGGGH! I swear to god one of these days I'm gonna take that nerd and fucking-

Kiri: you done?

Baku: no I'm not done!

Kiri: Katsuki you're acting like a child, I can't kiss you hello till you calm down and grow up.

Baku: but I-

Kiri: breathe in

Baku: *inhales*

Kiri: breathe out

Baku: *exhales*

Kiri: and again

Baku: *repeats*

Kiri: better?

Baku: a little

Kiri: good boy. now kiss me and tell me how your day went, calmly.

Baku: *kiss*

Kiri: *kiss* how was your day, baby?

Baku: it was fine, Deku supported me through the whole thing and I'm grateful for his friendship.

Kiri: such a good boy

Baku: *whines* Eiiii

Kiri: not now baby, we have a daughter to take care of but I'll play with you later, mkay?

Baku: okay

Kiri: okay?

Baku: okay daddy

Kiri: good boy- SUKI GUESS WHO'S-

Suki: *running* PAPA! YOU'RE BACK! YOU'RE BACK! I made you cookies!

Baku: thanks kid, miss me that much huh?

Suki: cuz I love you

Baku: I love you too

Suki: I know. Who wouldn't?

Baku: that's my girl!

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alixdelcourt · 3 years ago

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Heroes support local businesses!

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alixdelcourt · 3 years ago

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Everyone needs to be saved

Pairing Katsuki Bakugou x female reader

Genre : heavy angst to comfort and fluff at the end.

WC and warnings : 3.5 k / HEAVY ANGST, reader is an escort, agression, violence, sexual assault, abusive behavior, mention of rape.

Summary : When Katsuki Bakugou crosses your way, he saw, depp in your eyes, that you were screaming for help. But not just help with the situation... You needed to be saved from your own life. From yourself. And how could he pretend to be a hero if he had ignored your call ? But actually, there's no need to be a hero : anyone can save someone !

Another evening. Another chore to bear. Another weight to carry on your naked shoulders and your tiny high heels. Working as an escort in a nightclub is far from being a nice or an easy job. Especially in the nightclub you’re working in… A fancy place, overpriced, where an hour with a girl like you is way more than expensive, and where customers think that their money pave the way to all their whim. The richest are the most unbearable. You can’t stand them. They disgust you. Your greedy boss disgust you. You disgust yourself ! Letting so many people decide for you, and dispose of your time, body and energy according to their desires… You’re no more than a puppet with invisible strings. And even if you’re aware of this reality, even if you do tell yourself every day that you’re worthier than this, you still put on your lacy corset, with your garters and high heels and do your smoky make up to please all your clients. You hate every single second of this work, but it does pay your bills and all the depts you contracted. It somehow assures you a comfortable living while your old job never could. And that is what you keep repeating yourself while suffering all those hands on you, all those lustful stares undressing you, all those lewd words whispered in your ear. Even though your job is only to keep company to those rich men, and not to have real sex with them, you feel dirty after every session just like if you had done it anyway.

So, sometimes, just to take a little deep breath and try not to sink in this awaked nightmare, you sneak through the back door, where there’s nothing more than the garbage and some cars, to allow yourself a little break. The night is cold outside the lecherous warmth in the club, so you close your coat a little more. With shaky hands, you try to light on a cigarette, but couldn’t actuate the lighter correctly. You were about to come back inside, disappointed, when someone a hand grasped your shoulder.

_ Here you are, lovely ! I search everywhere for you ! I wasn’t done with you, why did you leave ?

He was talking so close to you that you could smell his alcoholic breath fanning on your skin. He was clearly drunk. Normally, you should always be kind and obedient with customers, but you were a little bit on your nerves’ edge right now.

_ I left because the hour you booked with me was over. Excuse me now, I have to go back to work.

He didn’t let go of your arm, his grip too strong for you to escape it. You didn’t want anything to do with him anymore… A disgusting drunk old man. He could be your father ! Lusting on young girls doesn’t bother him apparently.

_ I’ll pay for more when I’ll come back inside, don’t worry for money. Come here, kitten, I want you now.

He dragged you towards him, but you didn’t want to allow him anything more than you already have. Even if he’s paying for it, you’re not allowed to spend all the night with one client. So, it wasn’t possible. You were trying to explain it to him calmly, but he didn’t seem to understand or even to listen to you. With all your strength, you push the lustful man but you aren’t strong enough. You just managed to make him angry. Furrowing his brows, he forcefully slapped your cheek while his grip tightens on your arm to maintain you still, and, force of you to admit it, a scream of horror and pure fear escapes your mouth when your felt his other hand brushing against your breast and a prominent bulge poking against your thigh. You started wrestling, crying and asking him to release you, but it was an authoritative low voice coming out of nowhere who saved you.

_ The lady said no. Are you deaf or stupid ? Release her immediately.

_ She’s not a lady. She’s a whore that I paid for, so none of your business. If you want some, my boy, go found one inside, this one won’t be available for a little time.

His smirk gave you disgust chills but before he could do anything else, your harasser is drawn back by a strong arm. Your eyes followed his hand to his elbow to his shoulder, and you could recognize to whom belongs this body. You’re being rescued by Dynamight himself. How lucky you are ! He shakes the disgusting pervert a bit, maybe to put his good-sense back in place.

_ I am not your boy and I’m not gonna say it twice ! Let go of her and get out !

The old man hissed at him, but couldn’t face the angry hero, who would probably not hesitate to use his quirk to make himself heard. So, disingenuously, he returned inside the club with a glare in your direction. You’re gonna be in trouble, but for now, you could just slouch against the dirty wall, and dry the tears that rolled down your cheeks, smudging your make up. Your cheek was bleeding a bit.. When the old man slapped you, one of his rings notched your skin. The blond hero handed you a tissue, but you didn’t want his help. You want nothing to do with him. He arched a brow, but when you didn’t say anything, he decided to break the silence.

_ You’re welcome !

_ Thank you but actually I didn’t ask for your help !

_ You seem angry that I did intervein. Maybe should I had let him finish harassing you ?

This idea made you chill again. You should be sweeter, because he really did save you, but the memory of a previous hero saving you prevents you from being gentle, thankful and naïve.

_ Don’t play it like this with me. I know what kind of people you really are, you heroes.

_ And what are we ?

_ Selfish people. You let everyone think that you’re saving damsels in distress and actually fighting for noble values, but at the end of the day, you’re just serving your own interests…

Your eyes were red with tears, your nose red because of the cold, and your cheeks surely red with anger. You didn’t let him answer and continued.

_ You wouldn’t do such things outside your work time just for helping me. So what do you want ? What would you ask me for this ? A kiss maybe ? No… It’s too cute, too romantic… To cheesy. And you, really busy people, don’t have time for such things… Of course not, you need more… Maybe helping you blow the steam off ? Because you know being an asshole every day is so tiring and stressing ! So, I am sorry, but I didn’t ask for anything and don’t owe you nothing !

_ Why are you so convinced that I am going to ask for… something ?

_ Because you don’t get something for nothing in life. And I know that one day or another, if I owe you, I’ll have to pay for it. And there’s no way for it.

He seemed skeptical, but you couldn’t see it since you returned back to work. You know that you’re gonna be in trouble, first because you disappeared for more than twenty minutes, and you weren’t supposed to take a break. And secondly, because your customer probably went to your boss to complain, and this is your biggest trouble. But all this couldn’t worry you more than what happened outside… You have been assaulted, sexually assaulted, and you would have been raped probably if it wasn’t for Dynamight passing by, after finishing his routine night patrol. He wasn’t obliged to help you. But he did. And you didn’t even thank him properly. And why ? Because once you “dated” a hero that you met after a small rescue, and he did break your heart and your soul, abusing of his position to ask for many inappropriate things. Even though he never forced you, you always felt like you owe him something and it took you time to realize that what was going on wasn’t something you wanted. Your whole relationship was something wrong. And it still hurts you now, especially with this work. You took a deep breath before returning in the main room, where you should join your next customer and apologize for being late, but one of the watchmen placed next the doors to supervise the crowd and avoid problems stopped you.

_ The boss is looking for you, you should join him. And speed up, he’s really angry.

You winced. The watchman gives you a pity look, which confirmed for you that you’re not gonna escape this easily.

On the other hand, Katsuki Bakugou was still skeptical… He doesn’t know what to think about what happened earlier in the evening. He returned back to his agency, cloud minded and concerned. His colleagues tried to ask about what’s happening to him, but they didn’t get any clear answer. He took a shower, and he delegated his report paperwork to his secretary to finish earlier. Usually, he’s the last one to leave the agency. But not today. He changed himself from hero outfit to civilian clothes and left quickly. Since he never takes time for himself and his personal matters, his colleagues assumed that he maybe has a date, or something like this, but they were wrong. He was still on duty. In this poorly lit street, he has left a “damsel in distress” who needs to be saved. He couldn’t and still can’t ignore her, and the look that she had. But it wasn’t an emergency, nor a real hero job. Even if she didn’t ask for help, her eyes were shouting that she needs someone to save her. She doesn’t need a hero, she needs a human that understands her, listens to her and comforts her. And anyone can do so.

And actually, you did need help. At the very moment, when your boss shouts in your face out of anger, your eyes indeed reflect all your distress. Your head’s buzzing, and it took you some concentration to hear what the angry man in front of you was shouting.

_ … upset one of our best customers just for your ego ! Do you know how much money your miserable dignity just cost me ?! You were late, so I had to refund the next client, and since you vexed the previous one, I had to refund him too ! He asks for a whole night with you instead of a single hour as indemnity for this affront. And I can’t refuse ! So I had to cancel all your meetings for tonight ! Which costs nearly your salary for the two coming weeks ! And look at you now ! This hit will go blue for at least a week, so I can’t plan you for the important clients until it’s healed… This couldn’t be any worse !

You were crying, without any restraint. This is your worst nightmare… You’re trying to stop, to not show your weakness, trying to stifle your sobs, but it only makes you hiccups pathetically. Through your teary and blurry vision, you could see that the door opened, and the watchman appears to announce that there’s someone asking for the boss. But he seemed a little bit too nervous about it.

_ Can’t they wait ? I am busy right now !

_ No, sir, he’s asking to see you now, and it seems important.

He was about to leave, but he hesitated.

_ He’s really insisting, and…

Katsuki Bakugou ain’t a patient man, and he’s definitely not gonna wait for someone’s permission. He stepped in your boss’ office and you could see his concern when his crimson stare landed on you. Which is understandable: you’re sniffling, red eyes and runny nose, and your bruised cheekbone isn’t probably pretty to see. Having a pro hero in his office changed your boss’ state of mind immediately. He didn’t seemed pissed of by the interruption anymore, but actually really pleased.

_ Sir Dynamight ! What a surprise ! I am happy to greet you here tonight ! Excuse my employee, he made you wait for too long ! You should have brought him in earlier ! Get out of here, and take (Y/n) with you ! Excuse me, sir Dynamight ! Please, take a seat ! What can I do for you ?

The watchman was taking you out when Bakugou’s answer froze you on the spot.

_ Her. I want her.

_ (Y/n) ? Forget about her ! We have plenty of girls who can satisfy all your fantasies better than her. Actually, she isn’t available for tonight… But, as I said, you’ll have no trouble finding someone to have a good time with here !

Bakugou didn’t answer immediately, neither did he took a seat... Instead, he took his wallet out of his coat, and then handed a wad of banknotes to your boss. From where you stood you could notice that it was a hell of a lot of money !

_ No. She’s free for the night. Actually, for all this money, she’s free for the week. What do you think ?

_ Of course ! We’ll settle you in a private lounge and don’t worry, we take care of everything ! Just let us take (Y/n) get a makeover and then she’s all yours !

You felt betrayed, shocked and disgusted. He just sold you for a bunch of money. And the “hero” disgusted you even more !

_ No, there’s no need for that.

Bakugou reached for you and softly took your arm of the watchman’s grip. He replaced a lock of hair behind your ear and then examined the bruise on your face.

_ We need to get this hurt fixed… Do you have any clothes ? Go get your things, we’re leaving. I am waiting here for you.

Even if it was an order, he spoke softly like he would have done with some scared animal. You’re still not understanding what’s happening, but you decided to trust him and to go with him. This evening couldn’t get any worse so…

_ What do you mean, you’re leaving ? She works here and her shift isn’t over yet !

_ It is. She’s done for tonight, and she’s done for the week. You said it yourself, she all mine !

When you came back, he leaded you out of the club, and as soon as you got out, you started crying again, totally out of print by this evening. He called for a cab, before he put his coat on your shoulders.

_ Are you okay ?

You shook your head and continued crying. You couldn’t focus on anything else except the devastating emotions that ravaged you from within, and when you finally calmed down a bit, you realized that you were in the car for a moment, by you didn’t know where are you going. Maybe you should have been more careful, and not follow blindly someone you don’t even know. You don’t even recognize the neighborhood you’re in.

_ Where… Where are we ?

_ I don’t know…

You furrowed your brows, interlocked.

_ What do you mean ?

_ I asked him to drive until you’re calmed down. It worked, actually.

He stared at you for a moment and realized something… You must be really alone and struggling in your life to do such a dangerous job, with a such an execrable boss and miserable working conditions.

_ I don’t think that you should stay alone after this. Is there someone waiting for you at home ?

You shook your head, trying to not start crying again thinking that there’s no one that actually cares about how you’re doing.

_ I won’t force you, and if you want to go home, I’ll take you, but… would you like to come with me ? At least for eating something and taking care of this bruise. And if you want to leave afterwards, I promise you that I’ll take you home.

You didn’t know if you should trust him or not… He seemed to really care. He cared enough to come back and save you from your nightmare. Maybe he was a true hero. But how to know ? Well, actually, if he wanted something wrong from you, he could have done it in the club… Why would he bother himself taking you at his place ? Maybe he’s sincere… What is very strange is that you do not recognize the angry and brutal man portrayed by the media, neither the snappish hero you saw on interviews. You’re facing a gentle person far from what you expected from him. You agreed, and this is how you ended sitting in Dynamight’s living room, with an ice pack on your face.

_ Wait here… I am coming back right now.

He left his flat’s door open, so you could see him in the corridor and not panic. He rang at his neighbor’s door and you were surprised to see Deku opening.

_ Kacchan ? … Do you know what time is it ? Are you okay ? What do you want ?

_ Shut up, damn nerd ! I know that it’s late but… Is your girlfriend here ?

_ Ochaco ? Why do you need her ?

_ None of your fucking business ! Uraraka, are you here ?

He entered his neighbors’ flat and you couldn’t understand what happened from where you were, but when he finally came back, he was carrying a bundle of clothes. Feminine clothes. He put them on the table and bent down towards you to examine your wound.

_ It’s not swollen anymore. Let me fix that.

And while he was treating you, you realized that he was actually snappish with the others. But he was acting differently with you. He was really gentle, and caring, and you didn’t have someone doing so for you in a while. It was… feeling good. He ran a bath for you, and let you take your time and relax. Having someone who’s taking care of everything is really soothing. When you came out of the bathroom, dressed in Uravity’s clothes, a nice and enticing smell of hot food led you to the kitchen where the great Dynamight, Katsuki Bakugou himself, casually dressed and wearing an apron, was cooking some fried noodles. For you. So many fans would kill to be in your shoes right now. Just as you sat on a high chair against the counter, he landed you a steaming bowl of broth.

_ Than you, Dynamight…

_ There’s no need to thank me. And it’s Katsuki when I’m home. Drink while it’s hot.

You obey his commanding voice, already feeling better. He was taking good care of you. He was not the easiest person to communicate with, but you didn’t feel any pressure to talk about what happened earlier. The diner went quite silently. After cleaning his kitchen, he asked if you don’t want to stay and if he should call a cab, but you agreed to stay with him. You both settle on the couch watching a random TV show, and you felt asleep quite quickly.

You woke up, panicked, because you felt yourself moving. But it was just that Katsuki took you in his bed, and when you opened your eyes, he was leaving the room. You didn’t want to be alone.

_ Please… Can you… Stay with me ?

_ ‘ You sure ?

_ I don’t want… to be alone. Please.

He took place next to you in his bed, and turned to the side to sleep, or not to bother you, or maybe both.

_ Katuski… Can I ask you something ?

_ Mmmh ?

_ Why did you come back ? I mean… I was rude to you and I told you that I didn’t need you or your help. So why did you decide to rescue you me even if I refused ? I… don’t understand…

He remained silent for a second or two, before he turned to your side and shoved you in his arms. He answered with a sleepy voice.

_ Because, even if we don't want to admit it, everyone needs to be saved. Especially those who say that they don’t need anyone. Those are the most in need… Believe me, I know something about it…

You burst again into tears, because he understood you so well like no one ever did, and he held you close to him, letting you cry on his shoulder, until you calmed and finally both felt asleep like this.

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alixdelcourt · 3 years ago

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Everyone needs to be saved

Pairing Katsuki Bakugou x female reader

Genre : heavy angst to comfort and fluff at the end.

WC and warnings : 3.5 k / HEAVY ANGST, reader is an escort, agression, violence, sexual assault, abusive behavior, mention of rape.

_ Here you are, lovely ! I search everywhere for you ! I wasn’t done with you, why did you leave ?

_ I left because the hour you booked with me was over. Excuse me now, I have to go back to work.

_ I’ll pay for more when I’ll come back inside, don’t worry for money. Come here, kitten, I want you now.

_ The lady said no. Are you deaf or stupid ? Release her immediately.

_ She’s not a lady. She’s a whore that I paid for, so none of your business. If you want some, my boy, go found one inside, this one won’t be available for a little time.

_ I am not your boy and I’m not gonna say it twice ! Let go of her and get out !

_ You’re welcome !

_ Thank you but actually I didn’t ask for your help !

_ You seem angry that I did intervein. Maybe should I had let him finish harassing you ?

This idea made you chill again. You should be sweeter, because he really did save you, but the memory of a previous hero saving you prevents you from being gentle, thankful and naïve.

_ Don’t play it like this with me. I know what kind of people you really are, you heroes.

_ And what are we ?

_ Selfish people. You let everyone think that you’re saving damsels in distress and actually fighting for noble values, but at the end of the day, you’re just serving your own interests…

Your eyes were red with tears, your nose red because of the cold, and your cheeks surely red with anger. You didn’t let him answer and continued.

_ Why are you so convinced that I am going to ask for… something ?

_ Because you don’t get something for nothing in life. And I know that one day or another, if I owe you, I’ll have to pay for it. And there’s no way for it.

_ The boss is looking for you, you should join him. And speed up, he’s really angry.

You winced. The watchman gives you a pity look, which confirmed for you that you’re not gonna escape this easily.

_ Can’t they wait ? I am busy right now !

_ No, sir, he’s asking to see you now, and it seems important.

He was about to leave, but he hesitated.

_ He’s really insisting, and…

The watchman was taking you out when Bakugou’s answer froze you on the spot.

_ Her. I want her.

_ No. She’s free for the night. Actually, for all this money, she’s free for the week. What do you think ?

_ Of course ! We’ll settle you in a private lounge and don’t worry, we take care of everything ! Just let us take (Y/n) get a makeover and then she’s all yours !

You felt betrayed, shocked and disgusted. He just sold you for a bunch of money. And the “hero” disgusted you even more !

_ No, there’s no need for that.

Bakugou reached for you and softly took your arm of the watchman’s grip. He replaced a lock of hair behind your ear and then examined the bruise on your face.

_ We need to get this hurt fixed… Do you have any clothes ? Go get your things, we’re leaving. I am waiting here for you.

_ What do you mean, you’re leaving ? She works here and her shift isn’t over yet !

_ It is. She’s done for tonight, and she’s done for the week. You said it yourself, she all mine !

_ Are you okay ?

_ Where… Where are we ?

_ I don’t know…

You furrowed your brows, interlocked.

_ What do you mean ?

_ I asked him to drive until you’re calmed down. It worked, actually.

_ I don’t think that you should stay alone after this. Is there someone waiting for you at home ?

You shook your head, trying to not start crying again thinking that there’s no one that actually cares about how you’re doing.

_ Wait here… I am coming back right now.

He left his flat’s door open, so you could see him in the corridor and not panic. He rang at his neighbor’s door and you were surprised to see Deku opening.

_ Kacchan ? … Do you know what time is it ? Are you okay ? What do you want ?

_ Shut up, damn nerd ! I know that it’s late but… Is your girlfriend here ?

_ Ochaco ? Why do you need her ?

_ None of your fucking business ! Uraraka, are you here ?

_ It’s not swollen anymore. Let me fix that.

_ Than you, Dynamight…

_ There’s no need to thank me. And it’s Katsuki when I’m home. Drink while it’s hot.

You woke up, panicked, because you felt yourself moving. But it was just that Katsuki took you in his bed, and when you opened your eyes, he was leaving the room. You didn’t want to be alone.

_ Please… Can you… Stay with me ?

_ ‘ You sure ?

_ I don’t want… to be alone. Please.

He took place next to you in his bed, and turned to the side to sleep, or not to bother you, or maybe both.

_ Katuski… Can I ask you something ?

_ Mmmh ?

_ Why did you come back ? I mean… I was rude to you and I told you that I didn’t need you or your help. So why did you decide to rescue you me even if I refused ? I… don’t understand…

He remained silent for a second or two, before he turned to your side and shoved you in his arms. He answered with a sleepy voice.

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alixdelcourt · 3 years ago

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This is a F*CKING MASTERPIECE ! Everyone needs and HAS OBLIGATION to read this ! Please people, for your own good, read and enjoy this WONDER ! Believe me, I never swear so when I do, it means that it's F*CKING WORTH IT !

Extra Attention

Part two in the She Will Be Loved series, you can find part one here.

18+. MDNI. CAU.

Katsuki x f!reader

Word Count: 6.1k

CW/Mentions: Daddy/baby, slight mention of over stim, simp!Katsuki, little bit of crying, soft!Katsuki, unprotected sex

Summary: Katsuki shows his more tender side with you, in attempts to show you through actions what he struggles to say with words.

A/N: Firstly, I’m sorry this is kinda crap and that it’s taken me forever. Secondly; I’d like to explain my thought process for how I’m doing this series. The first part (SWBL) includes the four of them more together. This part focuses on reader & Katsuki. Part three will focus on reader and Izuku, part four will be reader and Shoto, and part five will focus on all of them together as part one had. This is trash and I hate it but eh.

Taglist: @its-kiripima-to-you @alixdelcourt @duckugou @lilithbasically @unlogical-ella @literotica

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Sore.

You woke up so unbelievably sore. Looking around you spotted Katsuki’s duffle on your floor and smiled softly to yourself, that and the aches in your muscles were the only evidence that last night wasn’t a dream. Pulling the sheet away and sighing you admired all the deep purple marks left along your thighs by fingers and teeth from each of your wonderful boyfriends. Getting out of bed you pulled on a pair of sweatpants you found on the floor -Shoto’s apparently- and padded into the kitchen, where Katsuki was preparing breakfast.

“Good morning Katsi.” You half sighed, half winced as you sat at the island in the kitchen. He flipped something and strode to your side, kissing each cheek and then your nose. Just like always.

“Good morning Princess.” He studies you for a moment. “What’s the matter?” His brows furrowed as he rubbed your back.

“Nothing baby, just… sore is all.” Guilt filled his features and you wanted to quickly ease away your statement. “Where’s Sho and Izu? And I thought Kirishima had the day off today?” You hoped he would let your question distract him from your admission.

“Work, Kirishima got called in and they were called in shortly after. Where are you sore? Were we too rough with you last night?” His rough voice had tinges of guilt and frustration, not towards you, but towards himself and the boys.

“Oh no! No, of course not Katsi! It’s… it’s a good kind of sore. I like it.” Nuzzling your face into his chest you wrapped your arms tightly around him and he chuckled softly. Kissing your head lightly he pulled away from you to return to the pans on the stove. Not long after he placed two plates on the island counter, and a few small bowls.

“Blueberry pancakes Katsuki?! These are my favorites! Thank you baby.” Heat rose in your face.

“Blueberry chocolate chip, actually.” He said rather nonchalantly.

“Katsuki… what are you up to?” Your brow raised as he poured syrup over your pancakes and nudged a small bowl of fruit towards you. Strawberries and melon, also your favorites.

“Tch. I don’t know what you’re talking about.” His scoff was soft, none of his usual bite to it. It made you smile, your grin turning taunting.

“You only put chocolate chips in my blueberry pancakes on special occasions and on my birthday, because you think chocolate doesn’t belong with blueberries. It’s not my birthday, so what are you up to?” You stuffed a bite into your mouth and hummed softly at the flavor. He only sighed, rolling his eyes.

“Do I really need a reason to spoil you?” He asked gruffly, sitting across from you after placing a mug of hot chocolate in front of your plate. Cinnamon and whipped cream, exactly how you liked it.

“I suppose not.” You shrug, your whole body buzzing with excitement as you take your first sip of hot chocolate. Your nose scrunched which pulled a chuckle from him. “Too much cinnamon Katsuki!” You whined. He laughed this time, a full and sweet laugh. He muttered a halfhearted apology and traded cups with you.

The two of you ate your breakfast in a comfortable silence. Periodically you would catch him staring at you with an achingly soft fondness and contemplation. He wouldn’t look away when you caught him though, he’d just smile at you until you blushed and looked away.

After breakfast he insisted that you shower with him. He was so tender as he washed you, batting your hands away when you tried to do it yourself. With the help of the warm water and his gentle and strong hands he rubbed the soreness from your muscles and peppered your face, neck and shoulders with kisses.

Do I really need a reason to spoil you? His question played over in your head.

When the shower was over he sat you in front of the mirror to brush and dry your hair. You watched his focused face in the mirror as he gently worked the bristles through your hair in sync with the blow drier. He would only sneak glances at your face when you closed your eyes, your body sighing at the sweet gesture. When he was done he led you back to the room and picked out your clothes for you, scowling when you made a comment about not being a child. He picked out a thin, short sleeved sundress and one of his sweaters for you and even picked out your favorite white sneakers. It felt similar to an outfit you’d worn before.

He chose his clothes but you didn’t get a good look before he ducked out of the room to dress in the bathroom. Picking your favorite Dynamine bra and panty set to go underneath, you dressed in the outfit he chose for you and slipped on some jewelry. The last piece being a silver charm bracelet with a “D” hanging from it.

D? For Dynamite? He asked softly.

Yeah, I thought you’d like it. You had been so nervous.

I love it.

You smiled fondly at the memory as you left your room to find Katsuki waiting in the kitchen, his hands stuffed deep in his pockets. He looked nervous. When he saw you his vermillion eyes ignited and a bright smile spread across his face, you matched his expression as pink filled your cheeks. He wore dark jeans that hung a little low on his hips and a white tshirt under a loose black short sleeve button down that of course, wasn’t buttoned.

“Good, you’re ready. Let’s go.” He opened the apartment door and waited for you eagerly. Shaking your head with a giggle you stepped out locking the door after he stepped out. He took your hand and held it all the way to his car, reluctantly letting go only until you were both settled in the car and he could take your hand again.

“Katsi, where are we going?” The light sound of your sweet giggle brought red to his cheeks. His blood hammered through his body with nerves and excitement. He would silently curse you for making him feel this way if he didn’t love it so much.

“It’s a surprise.” He beamed, trying to appear as unbothered as possible. Knowing you weren’t going to get any answers if you continued to press, you sighed and toyed with the radio until you found your favorite station and the two of you sat in another comfortable silence for the rest of the drive. You shared kisses at red lights, lulls in traffic and even a stop sign that he refused to move from until you kissed him. He parked in a large parking garage and led you through busy city streets for a block or two until you stopped in front of a large and rather beautiful aquarium.

“Katsuki… this was where we went on our first date.” Tears pricked your eyes slightly.

“One year ago today and…” he checked his watch, “exactly to the minute.” He laughed, shaking his head. “Look what you’ve done to me? Made me fuckin’ soft.” He grumbled, tangling his fingers in yours while he bought your admission tickets. Katsuki led you through the doors, pulling a slightly worn map from his pocket. It had sharpie all over it, things were circled, crossed out, notes riddled all over. You couldn’t help but blush at the preparation he put into today.

First he took you to see the jellyfish. The tank was on a lower level. This hallway was dimmer than the rest of the aquarium. Stepping off the last stair your breath hitches as the bioluminescent glow gilds the hall horse-shoe shaped hall in a soft blue-green glow, aided only slightly by the soft lights in the tank. Stepping slowly up to the tank you studied the varying sizes of the jellyfish. Some were huge, others so tiny you could hold them in your palms. While you stared in awe, you were completely unaware that Katsuki was looking at you in just the same way.

He took in the glow of the lights against your skin. Tried desperately to get this image to soak into his brain forever. Your wide wonderstruck eyes and soft astonished smile as you focused on an orange jellyfish.

“Look Katsi, it’s you!” You whispered excitedly. He shook his head lightly stepping up beside you to hold your hand as you rounded the tank studying the floaty creatures inside. He pointed to a pink one that looked so small and cute and somehow soft.

“That one is you then.” He said with a light kiss to your temple. The look of complete adoration on your face could have crushed him. He leaned in and kissed you softly, checking his watch as he pulled away. “Come on Princess, on to the next one.” He gently tugged you away from the tank and back up the stairs to the main floor. You nearly squealed when he stopped you in front of the touch tank.

“You told me this was for children the last time we were here.” You pouted playfully at him. Rolling his eyes he pushed your sleeves up and brought you to the hand wash station. A new wave of excitement flowed through you when he washed his hands with you. “Are you gonna join me, Katsi?!” Nearly bouncing with energy you hummed.

“You’re a child.” He shook his head lightly nudging you towards the edge of the tank. He tensed as your fingers glided over the back of a small shark. Your giggle buzzing through his body.

“It’s okay Katsuki. Here, give me your hand.” His tense muscles loosened slightly as your hand slid over his and lowered it slowly into the water, giving him an out if he wanted. A small stingray swam up and you pressed his hand further into the water, putting pressure on his fingers so they glided along the smooth back of the stingray. His breath hitched and he let out a soft nervous chuckle.

“Holy shit.” He said through a smile. “That was kinda cool.” He let another stingray glide under his fingers, your hand still on his. The two of you stayed there like that for a while. He listened tentatively as you pointed out different creatures and listed off little facts about them. Taking a glance at his watch he hissed and carefully pulled his hand from the water. “We gotta move on baby girl.” He kissed your pout away and the two of you washed your hands and he tugged you along to a higher level exhibit.

Katsuki takes a tie from his pocket and slides it over your eyes, securing it behind your head. He chuckles at your nervous giggle as he leads you through a small hallway into a large room.

“Okay.” His voice was barely a whisper. “Are you ready Princess?” He grabs your hips gently from behind to position you and takes a reassuring breath. You hum in confirmation, biting your lip in anticipation. He pulls the makeshift blindfold from your face and your gasp gets caught in your throat.

Before you is a floor to ceiling tank that runs the entire length of the wall in front of you. Turning slowly to take in the room entirely. It’s a dimly lit room and the tank curves along the wall making the room a crescent shape. You walk to the plaque that’s on a pedestal in the center of the room.

“Indo-Pacific coral reef exhibit.” You read the words out loud. Behind you Katsuki is practically holding his breath as he watches you walk right up to the tank, as close as you can possibly get without pressing your nose to the glass. A brightly colored fish swims by and you practically swoon, turning back to Katsuki.

“Katsi, this is so beautiful. Thank you for taking me here today. Thank you for everything you’ve done today.” Tears started to prickle at your eyes and he took your face softly, thumbing the salty droplets as they tumbled from your lashes. Katsuki wasn’t a man of words, he’s a man of action. Smiling warmly at you he leaned in, placing multiple feather light kisses on your lips until you were giggly.

“The day isn’t over yet Princess.” Katsuki said with a cheeky wink as he laced his fingers in yours. The two of you studied the contents of the tank and the biographies on all the creatures. This went on for what felt like a long while. It seemed that Katsuki no longer needed to worry about the time. After a while you realized that not a single person had come in the entire time you’d been in here.

“Hey Katsi, it’s slow for the aquarium.” You mumbled, studying an orange fish.

“This exhibit isn’t open yet.” He admitted sheepishly. Pink filled his cheeks when you looked at him in surprise. “The owner of this joint had owed me a favor.” He approaches you slowly with the tie in his hand and smiles nervously at you. “Gotta put this back on.” He says fashioning it so you can’t see. He guides you slowly to what you believe is the corner of the room. You hear a door open and close, then you hear a strange amount of shuffling and rustling. Whispered curses coming from Katsuki every once in a while. Then Katsuki comes back up behind you and takes the blindfold off again, your gasp getting caught in your throat.

There was a large picnic blanket set up between the pedestal and tank. He had put small candles everywhere and they now cast a soft glow in the room, making it slightly brighter. On the picnic blanket is a basket, no doubt full of all your favorite dishes. When Katsuki leads you to the blanket he’s careful, and nervous. He eases you to the floor and sits across from you. Leaning in to brush a soft kiss to your lips he tucks a stray hair behind your ear.

“Katsuki.” You breathe lightly. “This is so sweet, what is this all for?” He smiles softly at you then and opens the basket.

“I’m not good at words, ya know that already. I get frustrated when I can’t tell ya the things I want to. You… you looked so defeated when I showed up yesterday. I wanted to show you what I couldn’t tell ya.” He pulled out your favorite drinks and snacks. He’d prepared your favorite lunch too. Tears started welling at the corners of your eyes again.

“When did you even have time to do all this?” You took his hands into your lap and he chuckled softly.

“Izuku and Shoto helped. Shoto brought the basket and put it in that supply closet for me. Izuku and I mapped out the aquarium, and I made lunch. He also bought all your favorite things last night.” Katsuki’s fingers tightened around yours. “We all love you so much.” He grunted slightly, like he struggled with the words.

“You’re incredible Katsuki. Thank you so much. I love you.” Placing your hand gently on his face you leaned in to kiss him. When your lips met his he took you by your hips and pulled you into his lap. You don’t know how long you sat there kissing him, you only knew that when you finally parted your lips were slightly puffy and sensitive. He placed gentle kisses on your cheek, nose, and other cheek just like he always does. One of his many ways of telling you he loves you without words.

“The boys and I will be staying with you tonight and tomorrow night too, Princess.” He started making you a little plate of food. “They get off work in an hour or two so we may be back before them.” He handed you your plate and made himself one. As you ate, you watched him intently. An intense, warm feeling filling up your chest and an ache settling into your heart. This ache was different from the one you’d been feeling all week. It was a loving ache, tender.

After the two of you had finished your lunch Katsuki packed away the leftovers and dishes but left out the blanket and candles. He borrowed his sweater from you to use as a pillow and you laid your head on his chest. While you laid there continuing to admire the fish he was looking at your face. Memorizing how your skin glowed in the candle light, and the blue hue that was cast on you from the light of the tank. His fingertips brushed gently along your skin as he stroked your arm lazily. His own heart aching from how much he loved you. He thought back to how this all started.

You had been dating Shoto and Izuku for a while, Katsuki knew this… but he couldn’t stop himself from looking at you the way did. He couldn’t stop the feelings he had for you. It infuriated him, guilt wracking his guts at all the filthy things he would think about you. You were his friend after all, and dating two of his friends. He still found himself wondering how they had gotten lucky enough to have you. It was a regular Friday night, the three boys had come over to hang out with you and Kirishima before he had to go to work. Not long after he left, Izuku caught him staring at you.

“She’s so pretty, isn’t she Katsuki?” Izuku’s voice was light, teasing even. It startled Katsuki but he couldn’t pull his eyes away from you.

“Yeah.” He’d said roughly.

“Wanna take her out? She’s available Sunday.” Shoto’s even tone chimed in. The shock of the question had his head snapping towards Shoto.

“What?”

“A date Katsuki. Do you want to take y/n on a date? I’m sure she would love that, wouldn’t you, Kitten?” Izuku added.

“Mhm! I’d really like that Katsuki, if you’d like.” He couldn’t believe the words coming from you. He couldn’t believe the opportunity that had fallen into his hands.

“Alright.” He cleared his throat. “I’ll pick you up at 11 am Sunday morning.” He rubbed his neck tensely and fiddled with his phone, buying the aquarium tickets online that very second.

“Katsuki?” Your voice pulled him from his memory, you were smiling at him softly. “Ready to head back?” You asked, eyes half lidded and sleepy. He nodded slightly, getting up to blow out the candles and placing them back in the basket along with the blanket.

He let you stop at the gift shop on your way out and let you get the biggest jellyfish plush they had in the store, it was almost as big as you. He blushed lightly when you told him the jellyfish’s name was Dynamite Jelly. Suppressing a smile he shook his head and called you a child. You struggled to carry it back to the parking garage but denied his offers to help you. He kissed away your frown when you realized the plush wouldn’t fit in the front seat with you. On the drive home his right hand rested in your lap as you wrapped your arms around his arm and rested your head on his shoulder. He parked in the garage to your building and laughed a little more freely as you struggled getting the oversized plush to your apartment. You only let him take it for a moment so you could unlock your apartment door. Then you took it back.

“Oh who’s this?” Izuku’s voice filled your ears.

“Dynamite Jelly!” You giggled from behind the plush, carefully navigating your way to your bedroom. Katsuki unloaded the dishes from the basket into the sink and put the leftovers into the fridge, tossing the picnic blanket into the wash along with the laundry from last night. You plopped the plush onto your bed and put your shoes in your closet. Walking back out of your room you were caught around the waist by strong sturdy arms, curls pressed against your cheek.

“Hello Zuzu.” You cooed. “Thought you and Sho were gonna be at work a little while longer?” You twisted slightly to look into his eyes.

“Got off early so we came straight here.” He placed a kiss on your cheek.

“How was your day Angel?” Shoto asked as Izuku slipped away from behind you, Shoto coming up to hug you.

“Oh Sho, it was so lovely! First Katsuki took me to see the jellyfish, then he actually touched some stingrays with me this time at the touch tank and then he took me to an exhibit that isn’t open yet and we had a candlelit picnic lunch… I know you probably know all this already, you and Izu helped him.” You trailed off with embarrassment flooding you. Shoto took your face in his hands, shaking his head lightly.

“I’m happy I get to hear it from your perspective. I’m glad you had a lovely day with Katsuki, little Otter Pop.” Shoto kissed your nose and you sighed, nuzzling your face into his. “We have a surprise for you.” He added, pulling away eagerly. Izuku opened the fridge and pulled out a Tupperware of your favorite sweets, laughing when you squealed in excitement.

“You boys are too good to me!” You rushed to where Izuku had placed the bowl on the counter and took a piece, unwrapping it and popping it into your mouth.

“She’s going to spoil her dinner if you don’t take that from her Izuku, you should have waited.” Katsuki grumbled from the stove, already cooking. Izuku gave you a sympathetic look and put the bowl back into the fridge.

Izuku and Shoto had some paperwork to do that they brought back from work and Katsuki was cooking so you curled up in your bed laying against your new jelly friend to read a book Mina has suggested to you. “Chapter 55 in the next book is really good.” You remember her saying when she handed you the first one two weeks ago. You’d finished it a few days later and had gotten this one from her just before you fell into your funk, but feeling much better because of your boys you were able to pick it up again.

You were deep into a rather steamy scene. Your face filled with pink, wide eyes devouring the page. Heat started to fill your core. Your bottom lip tucked between your teeth.

“Must be pretty dirty if it’s got you that pink, Princess.” Katsuki’s tone was amused and playful. You jumped, almost dropping the book and losing your place. He laughed then. “Dinner is done babygirl, you’ve been reading for a while now.” You looked out the window to notice the sun’s gone down. Smiling you tucked your bookmark into your book and slid off the bed, Katsuki caught a flash of your bright orange panties and groaned softly to himself. When you caught his expression you halted on the bed, legs open and letting your dress slowly bunch around your hips. He groaned again, shaking his head.

“Don’t you tease me baby.” A warning.

“Or what?” A challenge.

“You’re not a brat baby, you’re my good girl. Isn’t that right?” He cooed. Your skin caught fire as he crossed the room. He climbed onto the bed, crawling over you until you were laying down. “Isn’t that right?” He repeated, his fingers trailing up your inner thigh as he settled between your legs. There was a desperate hunger in Katsuki’s eyes.

“Yes daddy.” Your breath hitched as he ghosted his fingers along your clothed cunt. He hums while he places kisses along your neck.

“I’m feeling selfish right now, Princess. I want to use you up so good, wanna make you cum till you break for me.” He said in a silky smooth voice, lips tracing so lightly along your neck it sent shivers through your spine. “Can I do that baby?” The word “baby” dripped from his tongue like honey.

“Yes daddy, please.” A whisper that fades into a soft whine. He helps you shuck out of his sweater and pulls your dress off, growling softly at your Dynamite matching set.

“Cheeky baby, huh? Were you hoping to have me all to yourself tonight, sweet thing?” His words made your head swim. “You look so good in my colors baby.” His teeth rake along your neck as he undoes the button in his jeans. You shudder under him eliciting a sultry laugh from him.

“Such a good girl, you’re gonna take me good and deep like the good girl you are, aren’t ya?” He slipped your panties off and began rubbing lazy circles on your clit, your need building slowly. Leaning back he watched your face while he begins to pump himself slowly. Your eyes flutter shut and you release a content sigh, your legs opening further for him while his thumb toys with you sweetly.

Soft. Katsuki has been so soft the past two days. The rough and jagged edge to his voice has softened and his usually tense body has relaxed. It was so unlike him but it was a welcome change. His eyes and smile have been so gentle whenever he’s looked at you the past two days. It made your heart flutter. You love Katsuki just the way he is, but you’ve always wondered what he would be like if he was softer, and now you get to find out. Heat slowly builds in your core and your thoughts of him drift away, only to be brought back too early by the quietest whimper you’ve ever heard.

That’s right, a whimper. Katsuki has never whimpered in front of you, or for you. It was a sickly sweet sound that had your heart thrumming like a hummingbird. Opening your eyes you watch as he pumped his cock slowly, in tandem with the pace he’s set on your clit. His lip is caught between his teeth and his brows are furrowed in concentration. You can feel slick start to drip from you, his eyes locked on your needy cunt. You open up further for him.

“Katsi, please.” It’s a weak pathetic whisper that falls from your lips. Pink fills his cheeks and he quickens his tight circles on your clit.

“You gotta cum first baby girl. Do it for me, yeah?” He’s already panting lightly. A million thoughts are going through his mind as he looks at you laid out before him. He hums in approval as your eyes roll back and your hands fist the sheets. He watches your back arch while you come undone with a soft whine. “Good girl.” He hums, positioning himself between your legs.

His eyes drift up to find yours as he sinks gingerly into you, a light gasp escaping past your lips. Another gentle smile blooms on his face as he admires you. Katsuki can feel his heart swell in his chest. He feels the most overwhelming urge to hold you, so he does. He pulls out of you and sits back, leaning against the wall he pulls you into his lap effortlessly, sinking you down onto him as he wraps his arms around your waist pulling you as close as possible. You drag your fingers through his hair, pushing it away from his face as he looks into yours..

“I love you y/n.” He gasps out as you come down hard on his cock, causing him to groan as the way your smooth, wet walls consume him greedily. He leans into your neck, leaving marks along your skin in any place he can reach in this position as you ride him to your heart's content.

“I thought you were supposed to be using me.” You tease him breathlessly. He tears his face from the mark he was making on your chest to look into your eyes. His arms lightened around your waist and he began to thrust harshly up into your cunt, your cry of pleasure ringing out into the room. His head lolls back into the wall as he thrusts furiously, so quick, so hard. All you can do is whine. Your nails dig into his shoulders as you grip him, holding on for dear life. From under his dark, thick lashes he watched your eyes widen as another orgasm quickly approached. He brings his face forward, his lips brushing your ear.

“Cum for me so I can fuck you how I want to. Okay baby?” He cooed against the pulse point behind your ear. The lust in his voice had you coming undone on his cock with a loud whimper. Katsuki slid his hands up your back to hold your shoulders, then he quickly leaned forward until you were laying flush with the bed. Your shoulders pressing his hands into the bed, his fingers digging into your skin as you wrapped your legs around his waist. His thrusts eased, they became slow, gentle and deep. Each thrust felt so impossibly deep. Your head began to swim again.

Katsuki had never been this gentle with you. Every kiss he placed on your lips, face, and neck spoke volumes. Careful, loving thrusts screamed words he couldn’t speak himself. He needed you to know how he felt for you. He needed you to feel it. So he would show you the only way he knew how.

You felt warm wet drops splash against your collarbone and your heart cracked. So overwhelmed by what that could mean. His breath against your skin grew rushed and he started to shake gently, quickening his pace just enough to coax you back to the edge.

“Katsi.” You whispered, tears sliding down your temples. He looked up at you with misty eyes, his lashes were soaked and a single tear slid from his right eye as he smiled so brightly at you. He could easily have just outshined the sun with that smile. “I want you forever.” You admitted softly to him. His smile broadened as a laugh caught in his chest. He shook harder, his cock throbbing in your walls and he sucked in a deep breath.

“Forever huh? That’s a long time Princess. I know I can go a few rounds but I don’t think I could last that long.” He teased weakly.

“Shut up.” You pulled him into a hungry kiss, his lips meeting yours and his mouth pouring love into you with the quiet things he whispered against your kisses. He fucked into you deeper now, deeper than you thought possible, causing you to teeter on that imaginary ledge. He pulled away from you to look into your eyes.

“Forever?” His voice was raw. Vulnerable. You nodded lightly.

“Forever Katsuki Bakugo. I mean it.” His whole body shuddered at your words as a particularly harsh and deep thrust sent you over together, coming undone at the same time. His breath hard against your neck as he continues to rock his hips into yours, pushing himself into overstimulation. His movements become rougher and quicker. Delicious whines and whimpers begging to fall from his lips as his fingers dig further into your skin, surely leaving bruises where his fingertips are.

“Forever.” He breathes against your skin. His teeth sink viciously into your shoulder causing you to yelp. He whimpers loudly as his second release fills you so much it nearly pours out of you around his cock. Shuddering again he stills, resting his forehead against yours. He smiled down at you, and his smile is so infectious.

There’s a light knock at the door and it opens slowly, revealing Shoto in the doorway.

“If you two are done, the shower is ready and dinner is still warm for you.” He says in a lovingly sweet voice. He pauses tilting his head. Taking a step inside he comes to sit beside the two of you on the bed and strokes Katsuki’s cheek. “Are you alright Katsu? You’re crying.” Shoto’s face is plastered with concern.

“I’m alright Icyhot.” Katsuki looks at you, then back to Shoto. “I’m great.” He says softly with a smile. Shoto matches his smile and leans in to kiss him softly, then kisses you and stands making his way back to the doorway.

“Zuzu and I will set your plates for you.” He pauses. “I love you both, so much.” His soft smile broadens.

“Thanks baby, we’ll be out in a minute.” Katsuki’s smile never falters. Shoto lingers for a moment, taking in the scene in front of him. Two of the three people he loves most tangled together, blushing, blissful and happy. He steps out and shuts the door behind him.

“You need to eat, let’s go get you cleaned up.” Katsuki nipped at your neck a few more times to feel your walls twitch around him. He lifted you from the bed, your legs tightening around him. He laughed and looked at you sternly. Loosening your legs he pulled you off of him and grabbed clothes for you both. He undid the clasp to your bra with one hand and you tossed it towards the laundry basket. Shaking his head he nudged you out of your room and to the bathroom.

Katsuki checked the temperature of the shower and cursed.

“You actually take showers with Izuku in water like this?” He looked worried, not only for you but for Izuku as well.

“His muscles hurt a lot.” You frowned. Katsuki adjusted the water to the way you liked it and helped you in before getting in himself.

“Shoto’s getting there, this would still be too warm for him.” Katsuki added with a slight frown. “How is it for you Princess?” His face softened as you ran your fingers along his chest.

“Perfect.” You sighed lightly, kissing his cheek. He smiled and nodded slowly. Usually he took his time washing you up, slow languid strokes so he could admire your body and the way your face would look so peaceful. But dinner was waiting and you needed to eat, so he was quick but gentle and had you out of the shower, dried and dressed quickly.

Leaving the bathroom you felt a pair of hands wrap around your waist, a tuft of green peeking at your peripheral. “There you are baby.” He said. You leaned into him, wrapping your arms around his.

“Zu, thank you, for the date.” You smiled watching Sho saunter up to both of you. “And you too, you’re both sneaks.”

“Anything for our girl.”

“Katsi actually played in the touch tank.” You beamed proudly, “And the coral exhibit was stunning.” Sho kissed your head softly. His smile growing larger by the minute hearing you recite the date detail by detail. Izuku pulled from you and Katsuki took his place, placing gentle kisses against your neck.

“Let’s go eat, okay?” You nodded gently as you turned in his arms, yours wrapping around his neck and smiled.

“Katsi, I love all that you are.” Hands entangled in his hair softly, you pulled his face to yours. “Thank you for the aquarium, both times, I can’t imagine a future without the three of you.” His lips crashed into yours gently, but this time a little more hungry, before pulling you away and leading you down the hall away from the bathroom.

You found Izuku in Shoto’s lap on the couch. His head resting on Shoto's left shoulder. One of his large, scarred hands tangled in the back of Sho’s two toned hair as they watched some movie. You and Katsuki ate in the kitchen, still sort of in your own little world. Instead of sitting across from you, he sat next to you, his arm wrapped around your waist as you ate quietly. Gentle nudges with his nose every so often made those butterflies in your stomach flutter.

After finishing dinner the two of you joined Sho and Izu on the couch. The four of you are bingeing all kinds of movies late into the night. Your thoughts kept wandering back to earlier with Katsuki. His soft words, his touch, the tears. You had felt a shift in the way things were between him and yourself, but it wasn’t bad. With your admission it felt like something had clicked into place between you. As if he knew what you were thinking about, the arm he had draped around your shoulders pulled you in a little tighter.

There with your three favorite people it seemed like the rest of the world could fade away, and you’d be happy to let it. Just as long that they were with you when it did.

#Thank you for this perfect work #Can't wait to read the next part #soft Bakugou #soft Katsuki #The tears got me crying #Absolutely perfect !

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