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drunk! bakugou, ex! bakugou , masturbation (m received)
it had been hell without you.
many months that you both broken up, damn near a year since the day you both argued like wolves and you both threw your hands up, saying you were done.
bakugou had liked to think that he broke up with you, not the other way around. he always told his people or the media, âi broke up with her, she just wasnt working for me.â and in reality? neither one of you broke up with each other. it was simple: you both separated, not one separate from each other.
but he couldnt let you have the last laugh.
he hated how much his friends would come to your defenseâ he knew they would, the countless talks of how he was wrong about some things. in pretense, he got mad that you didnt answer your phone on your way home from work (i mean, how could you? youre driving, for fucks sake), and he blew you off just to try and show you a lesson.
boy, did he get an earfull from kirishima.
he hated it. he hated you.
he hated how you moved out and post your pictures like with no flaw, no matter what. you were smiling. he hated how you look so good, and youre back on the platforms of dating.
he hated how he let you go.
he hated how he was somewhat insecure with his masculinity and thought that he was just some plaything you hadâ also matched with his flowing ego, it was a mental battle with himself.
the burn of the hennessy breached his lips, his adams apple bobbing after he tossed his head back. âfuck..â
ânot you beinâ an alcoholic.â kaminari giggled, elbowing him. âthe breakup that bad?â
âyou better stop before he becomes an angry drunk.â kirishima warns, reminding kaminari and the past fight he and the blonde had. âlets go, weâll be back man.â
âawh, where we goin?â kaminari asked, putting some pep in his step and letting the door slam behind him.
bakugou did miss you. he missed finding random coils of hair in his bathroom, he missed finding random bonnets of yours that you lost from months ago. he missed the smell of honey and brown sugar from your skin. he missed the random meals that he came home to.
he took things for grantedâ no, he didnt take shit for granted. you just didnt respect the fact he was your man.
and yet, he thought about how bad he missed the slick of your creamy slit. he missed his balls slapping against your clit when he tapped that ass. he missed the way youd scream for him. maybe its the drunk getting to his brain, the warm tingles of his skin and hes whipping his dick out from his jeans. he tugs at the tip, a guttural groan from his lipsâ and heâs scrambling to find his phone.
âhello?â you ask, the âunknown numberâ on your screen and you hear shuffling. âwhosâ this?â
âhey,â katsuki mumbles, you can hear it: hes dark liquor drunk. there was a difference, especially when he drank wine for the first time. âhow ya doin?â
âkatsuki?â youâre dumbfounded, its been damn near a year. âwhat do you want? to bother me again? weâre done.â you grit your teeth, really not in the mood for his games. you were just about to hit the fattest joint, (one that mina gave you months ago), and here he was.
âcmon, bruh,â he groans, you hear that damned shuffle again, his hand half hazardly tugging his shaft again. âbeen thinkinâ bout you, girl.â
âkatsuki,â you pinch the bridge of your nose, âwe. are. done. i dont want shit to do with you.â
âcmon, baby,â he whines, and you hear something wet in the background. you want to question him, but embarrassment flows your veins. âjust hear me outtt..â
âim fuckin deaf then. hear no evil, see no evil.â you snip back, and he laughs. âi wont ask again, the fuck you want.â
âbeen thinkin bout you nd i,â he starts, and you hear itâ hes fucking his own fist. âbeen thinking about what the hell we had and thenâ god, fuck..â he says lowly, you feel like hes just called for a quick fuck. âthen how i ruined it entirely.â
âso.. you call to talk about how you miss me, meanwhile youve got your dick in yer hand?â you ask, and he sucks his teeth. âdont catch an attitude.â
â âm not.. but.â he sighs, fondling his balls and he stutters. âi want you back.â
âyoure drunk.â
âi mean that, mama..â he softly says. âmama,â the nickname he gave you and how much you fell in love with it. âmiss you like shit, when could i come see you?â
âthe next time i post myself.â you say snarky, and he gets really quiet. âi dont know, katsuki. i did move a little further away.â
âthats fine, ill make the commute.â he feels his nipples harden, and he moans a little when he quickens his pace. âfuckfuckfuckâfuck..â he chants, his conscious mind slipping in and out. âwant you so bad, baby,â he chokes out, âyou hear how fuckin riled you get me?â
you want to pull your panties to the side and help him come, you remember those times youd both walk in on each other and just watch each other play with your nerves.
â fuck, send me your location.â he says, so close to his tipping point and you can hear it. âlemme see you, baby. miss that pretty fuckinâ pussy.â
âyoure drunk, boy.â you mumble, but he groans. âmaybe sometime this week?â
âugh,â he sighs, practically teasing himself with the slow and mean tugs from his dickhead. âat least let me see that pussy over the phone, need it so bad.â he says, a chuckle from his lips, âcant come to any other woman, just that little pretty pussy of yers..â
âim on my period, bakugou.â
âuh uh, thats not my name baby.â he snickers, âwhat happened to me bein yerâ daddy, huh? did you forget that much?â he feels it coming on him, creeping. that orgasm that was so close and he wanted nothing more than to cover your face white. âshitt.. just call me that, please. want to be your big daddy againâ and ill fuck you slow ndâ stupid.â
you ponder on it, your fingertips slowly creeping to your panties. âwhat do i get in return?â
âme, a fat cock inside that needy pussy, and a redo.â he was borderline pleading, but he needed you so bad.
you hum, pulling your sticky panties away from your cunny. âyou like me calling you big daddy, huh?â you tease , hearing his low but obvious growl from his throat. âtake that as a yes.â
âfuck, that shouldve been yer face i just came on.â he sighs, moving his hand to wipe the sweat away from his brow. âsend me your location tomorrow.â he demands, hearing you chuckle and then the end call tone. âfuckingâ girl..â
âmissed you that badly, didnt he?â hitoshi asks, looking up at you through your thighs. âbe a good girl and admit that you miss him.â
âi.. i do.â you mumble, hearing his slurps and suckles at your thighs. âtoshi!â
âdidnt even have to use my quirk.â he chuckles, his lazy eyes and eyebags bore into you. âfuck, how could he let this pussy free? poor thing.â
âheâs gonna be so pissed.â you groan, covering your eyes. âyou know he hates you.â
âso? shouldnt have let me catch you.â
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The Path of Redemption
The day was supposed to be like any other. Its class aâs third year at UA. Theyâve been through hell and back with each other and thought that nothing would catch them off guard until Aizawa walks in with a girl following behind him. Usually this wouldnât shock the class but it was the fact that she was cuffed with quirk cancelling bracelets and muzzled. Aizawa stared at the class before gruffly announcing, âThis is (y/n) (l/n) other wise known as the villain âLoopstarâ. She will be joining this class as part as the rehabilitation program the HPSC implemented. Under no circumstances will you provoke her.â
Izuku Midoriya watched as his newest classmate arrived, a former villain with the unique quirk of creating time loops. While his classmates whispered and eyed the girl with caution, the rehabilitation program promised a chance for redemption. Could she really abandon her past and embrace the path of a hero? He could see her shift around uncomfortably as the class stare at her with suspicion. He couldnât blame them, after all the amount of harm she has caused was no joke. The whispers grew louder as (Y/n) took her seat. It wasnât every day that a former villain joined their ranks. She adjusted her UA uniform, trying to ignore the tension. Aizawa eyed her from the front of the class, gauging her presence. âSettle down,â he instructed, turning his attention to (Y/n). âProve yourself and your place here.â Its not like she wanted to be here in the first place. Despite the fact she was forced to join the stupid hero course, sheâd be damn if she didnât do her best to prove everyone wrong.
By the time the school day ended, (Y/n) had talked to several classmates, sharing awkward eye contact and brief introductions. Midoriya walked up to her as she waiting to be escorted to the dormitory, offering both warmth and advice. "We all come with our pasts," he said, his eyes earnest. "But it's what we do now that defines us. Donât let your past control your future.â
A/n: sorry this took so long, I moved from Idaho to the UK and honestly, I had a hard time getting back into writing.
#mha bakugou#bnha bakugou#mha fanfiction#mha au#mha x reader#mha aizawa#mha kirishima#mha class a#my hero acedamia
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Reblog if your blog is boopable-safe so you can get all the (probably new) achievements. I donât care about notes I just want boops
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(Since its my birthdayâŠ.)
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Its your birthday party and everyone is there celebrating you. Youâve spent the majority of the night talking with Midoriya, wherever you go, hes not far behind. You and Midoriya have been friends since high school so its common to see you two both attached to the hip.
As you make your way to everyone, thanking them for coming, you make eyes with Bakugou. Hes nursing a beer and his eyes flicker to where Midoriya has his arm wrapped around your shoulder. A slight sneer appears on his face before he makes his way towards you.
With a gruff, âMove it Deku.â Bakugou takes Midoriyaâs spot next to you except his hand is around your waist and heâs not so subtlety pressed against you.
His lips ghost over your ear as he grumbles out a âHappy Birthday idiotâ.
#bakugou x you#bakugou x y/n#katsuki bakugo x y/n#mha bakugou#bnha bakugou#mha bakugo katsuki#bakugou katuski x reader
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What he doesnât need to know is that after you met him, you looked him up. After watching endless interviews, fight clips and of course-thirst traps, you can safely say this man is a walking sex god. Will you ever tell him that? No. Bakugou doesnât need to know that you think about his intense glances and obnoxiously attractive smirk while your hand is down your pants. No no. He doesnât need to know you find him attractive. Youâd rather have him continue to peacock while you act unaffected.
Moving in across the hall from Bakugou and Kirishima and not fangirling over them. Bakugou doesnât understand why youâre not stuttering and not trying to get in his pants while Kirishima is loving watching his friend try to not so subtly show off his hero work. Once Bakugou finds out you donât keep up with hero work, he makes it his mission to patrol where you work and where you get your morning coffee just incase theres a villain attack so he could definitely not show off for you.
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Moving in across the hall from Bakugou and Kirishima and not fangirling over them. Bakugou doesnât understand why youâre not stuttering and not trying to get in his pants while Kirishima is loving watching his friend try to not so subtly show off his hero work. Once Bakugou finds out you donât keep up with hero work, he makes it his mission to patrol where you work and where you get your morning coffee just incase theres a villain attack so he could definitely not show off for you.
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Messaging people for the first time is so hard. What am I supposed to say? Like, "You seem really odd and your blog intrigues me. Do you want to have philosophical conversations or perhaps talk about fictional characters?" What! Whatever. I will just follow you back and stare at your blog with my big beautiful brown eyes.
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Youâre sitting at the bride and grooms table huffing because of course everything is perfect. Of course he would make this night perfect in every way. Spared no expense, the best of the best, and all your friends and loved ones are there, so why are you huffing and pouting?
Because itâs exactly how you imagined your fairytale wedding when you were 9 years old making that dumb wedding scrapbook. How he got a hold of that? Who knows. You just know you have to hide your baby name list from him before he gets any ideas.
Bakugou seems like the type to not even tell you youâre getting married. Just expects you to know. So imagine your surprise when the surprise date he told you to meet him at, is actually your wedding. The pretty white dress he told you to wear, the one which you told him it looks eerily similar to a wedding dress just for him to tell you to shut the fuck up before leaving with a blush, makes sense now that youâre walking down the aisle to marry the man of your dreams.
#bnha bakugou#katsuki bakugo x y/n#katsuki x reader#bakugou katuski x reader#katsuki bakugou x reader#mha bakugou#mha bakugo katsuki#honestly tho image being petty the whole time with him and throwing slight shade at every detail
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Bakugou seems like the type to not even tell you youâre getting married. Just expects you to know. So imagine your surprise when the surprise date he told you to meet him at, is actually your wedding. The pretty white dress he told you to wear, the one which you told him it looks eerily similar to a wedding dress just for him to tell you to shut the fuck up before leaving with a blush, makes sense now that youâre walking down the aisle to marry the man of your dreams.
#mha bakugou#bnha bakugou#bakugou katuski x reader#katsuki x reader#katsuki bakugou x reader#katsuki bakugo x y/n
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ten years in the making
paring: bakugou katsuki x fem reader
warnings: smut, non-con/dub-con, no-quirks au, high school love confession, unrequited love turned very requited, almost non-con threesome, feels like cheating (but technically not), no cheating though, fuck boi bakugou, pining reader, obsessive/possessive bakugou, running away, biting, creampie, breeding kink, slight angst
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You still had the love letter you handed to him when you were both in high school. His spiky blonde hair was pretty under the spring sun, red eyes examining the envelope in your hands with a disgusted look on his face.Â
On the rooftop of the school building, the wind blew extra hard. The chill of winter that lingered in the breeze made your face cold, but it was the rejection from Katsuki that numbed your whole body.Â
âTake that shit away,â he sneered. âBe lame somewhere else. I donât like you.âÂ
It was pathetic how you fixated on him because he helped you once from a petty thief who tried to steal your wallet. You shouldnât have liked him that much, not when he was so clear in his stance on how he felt about you. But you were also just a girl, and girls had crushes on Bakugou Katsukiâyou were just one of many, but no doubt the most pathetic one.Â
Cause while others grew out of their crushes eventually, you did not. And Katsuki, being the spawn of the devil that he was, started to see you as some sort of entertainment.Â
You followed him through university, enrolling in the same one. You begged your mom to stay at a dorm near campus, the same dorm Katsuki told you he would stay in. He lied. You knew on the moving day because he texted you photos of his new place from the front of the building to the room with an obviously different layout.Â
The text said, âlol you really thought u got me huh?âÂ
That sentence needed commas, and you⊠needed to get a grip. Yet, you did not.Â
Still trying to be close to him, you went to every party he went to, even if it meant you had to see him with a different woman each time. He never stuck with one, telling you he was easily bored and that was why you and him would never happen. Because you were a soppy, hopeless romantic who would wait for him like a dog waiting for its owner to come homeâhis words.Â
âWhen will it get through your thick skull, dog?â Katsuki rapped on your forehead with his knuckles. âYouâre not my type.âÂ
Well, his type exited the room just now, leaving only you and a very naked Katsuki in it. He loomed over you menacingly close, trying once again to talk some sense into you, albeit in a very mean fashion. Tonight, he was particularly cruel. After texting you to buy him a box of condomsâstating a specific brand, flavor, and sizeâhe made you sit and watch until the very end.Â
You pretended to pay attention, but what you really looked at was the wall behind the scene playing in front of you.Â
âIâll pick you up tomorrow at ten.â You changed the topic, ignoring his hot breath that fanned over your face.
âYeah, mom misses you like hell,â he jeered. âHow did you do it, inserting yourself into my family?âÂ
It was simple, actually, just offering to drive him home for a monthly family visit with a gift for his mom and dad, without fail, even though he got his own car. His mom, Mitsuki, never trusted his driving skills anyway, saying he was too reckless. So she was grateful for you, to the point of inviting you over for dinner as thanks whenever you dropped her son home, and you accepted the kindness.Â
Katsuki would roll his eyes, but he let it all happen, cause why would he say no to a personal chauffeur? All he had to do was sit prettily and blast his one-hour playlist until the car was parked in front of his childhood abode. And after eating and helping with the dishes, you would be gone, back to your own family house a couple of streets awayâconvenient.Â
You knew you were just a tool to Katsuki, his lackey, but you were also as stubborn as a mule.Â
And as dumb as a clownâŠÂ
After many years hounding for Katsukiâs attention, you finally got it when you were both twenty five. The first time he kissed you, he was drunk in your apartment. He was frustrated with a colleague who screwed up an important meeting with a potential client and decided to come rant your ears off with two packs of beerâone for him, one for you.Â
You never thought the night would end up with him pinning you to the floor, his mouth devouring yours and his hands popping the buttons of your work shirt until your bra-clad tits showed.Â
âThought you would follow me anywhere,â said Katsuki, red eyes locked onto you from where he was, face nestled between the soft mounds of your breasts. âBut you chose a different company, live far away from me, texting seven times in seven months. Traitor.âÂ
âYouâre heavy.â Your words struggled to come out. From when he used to be lanky and the same height as you, he was none of that now. The growth spurt hit him like a freight train. In the blink of an eye, he grew into a giant of a man, tall and filled with muscles, even more so now that he was in his salaryman era. You wondered how he still found time to work out as often as he did when you barely caught any sleep.Â
After graduation, you both landed jobs in different companies. And if you were being honest with yourself, you would say the reason you accepted the offer was partly because running after Katsuki and answering his every beck and call started to⊠tire you. Forced by duty and responsibility, it helped you distance yourself away from him. Cause Lord, you doubted you could have done it on your own.
Getting his text today saying he would come visit, you were dumbfounded, even thinking it was a joke til you got another text an hour later saying he arrived.
You shouldnât have let him in, shouldnât have reconnected. You were almost off the noose before he came and adjusted the knot, tightening it. After that night, he came visit once a week on Friday. Kisses slowly evolved into soft touches, then heavy petting, and finallyâsex.Â
Fucking your brain out, that was what he did most of the times, leaving your ass red and face wet from crying. On rare occasions, it was slow, deep, like he wanted to mold you into the shape of his cock. But all was intense, asking for eye contact and name-saying, and it was Katsuki who did the asking, which surprised you to no end.Â
âYou wanna come home? Mom and dad miss you,â mumbled Katsuki one autumn night. It had been three months since that first drunken kiss. âThey got a new dog. But old people are always lonely, hell knows why.â
With that, not only him, but the monthly visit returned, too.Â
Their dog was a loudmouthed chihuahua named Katsumi. It barked at you non-stop from the moment you got out of the car, louder when Mitsuki raced out the front door to hug you. After dinner, it found you and Katsuki in the laundry room with its masterâs teeth nibbling down your neck and barked snappily, making Katsuki jump.
When you let out a roar of laughter, his eyes widened with a look of what seemed like wonder. His pupils dilated when he leaned down to take your lips in a fierce kiss. For a moment, everything was perfect.Â
Had you mentioned being dumb?Â
A month later, there was a knock on your door. Katsuki hips slowed down mid-pounding before he stepped back from you and the bed, leaving you empty.Â
âKeep your ass up. Donât fucking move.â
You only let out a soft hum as a response, not understanding why or who would be here at this hour. Were you too loud? Maybe someone was here to complain. You pondered, face still down against the soft mattress with your rear up as instructed. Katsuki would handle them, whoever they were.Â
âWell, I see why you never call anymore, Katsuki-kun.âÂ
The voice was close, too closeâits owner was in the bedroom with you. When the realization hit, you bolted, shooting out of your position and scooting back, all the while pulling the duvet up to shield your nakedness from the newcomerâs eyes.
She was a woman about your age and height, standing at the foot of the bed in a skimpy dress.Â
âDo me a favor. Shut the fuck up,â said Katsuki, confirming they really did know each other.Â
It was like your brain stopped functioning. You saw Katsuki walking towards you but was too slow to think what your next move should be. So you let him pull you to him by the duvet because you wouldnât let go of it. When he sat you on his lap, you felt something wet gliding down your cheeks.
âHush now, princess.â He wiped the dripping drops with both of his thumbs. âYou seriously thought our relationship was exclusive? You thought you fixed me?âÂ
Another set of fat tears cascaded down when he kissed you, seasoning the kiss salty.Â
âSeven months, seven texts, no calls,â he said. âWho do you think you fucking are, leaving me like that?â
You knew, you knew it was too good to be true. And when he turned to the other side to kiss the woman who was now naked and sitting on the bedâyour bedâbeside him, you also knew it was time to let go. The silly crush, the well-kept love letter, the admiration that you should have weaned off long agoâthey all needed to go.Â
Getting up from his lap while he was distracted, you gathered your clothes off the floor and left the bedroom without turning back. You got dressed in the living room and closed the front door silently when you left the apartment. You didnât want him to hear, not wanting to cause a scene, not wanting to see him anymore.Â
You were sitting in the car in the apartment parking lot, trying to find a hotel to crash at when you got a text from Katsuki.
âyou thought you got me huh?âÂ
You blocked him.Â
There was only a month left on your apartmentâs lease; you would give a notice to your landlord tomorrow that you would move. Everything would be alright, you told yourself. Katsuki might never bother you anymore since he had got what he wantedâyour absolute humiliation.
It was different from that one time he told you to stay and watch him rail the life out of that girl when you were in college. At that time, you knew you were nothing to him, knew he did that to hurt you. This time, you thought you were something to him. And it hurt, a thousand times worse to realize that you werenât, and that he still wanted to hurt you.Â
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Shit, shit, shit, shit. Fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck.Â
Those were the only words spinning around in his head since you were gone, really gone. You walked out of that door so fucking demurely. Even when he stopped kissing his ex-booty call to listen, he didnât hear you wail or see you come crawling back.Â
So he texted, leaving the girl he called here to demean you to quickly type on his phone. When the message was marked âreadâ but got no response, he cursed, âFuck!âÂ
âCome on, Katsuki-kun. Letâs have some fun,â the girl whined.Â
âSh!â He shushed her, still tapping the screen. Â
She probably looked at him like he was possessed by an evil spirit, but he couldnât care less.Â
âWho did you think you were? My gf? Lol.â
He was so in a hurry he forgot to type in lowercase.Â
âLovesick follâ
â*foolâ
âWhere u goingâ
âDont wanna watchâ
â?â
You didnât read at all except for the first text. That made him get off the bed and get dressed, running out of the apartment to punch the elevator down to the first floor. When he exited the building, your sedan was already on the street; he saw the taillights, remembered the plate. It got farther in each second that passed, and there was not a darn thing he could do about it.Â
Fuck, shit, fuck, shit, fuck shit, fucking fuck.Â
For some reason he knew, this time, you were gone for good. Not an absence the next day at school after he told you he lost his virginity to some girl in another class, not the seven months with a few texts to check in with him. This time, it was for good.Â
Like hell he was gonna let that happen.Â
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You ended up staying at the hotel for a week, scared Katsuki might still be lurking around. While you knew he got his biggest fill of breaking you this time, you wanted to be sure. Then, as soon as you found a new place, you moved out.Â
At work, you asked your boss, Aizawa, for a transfer to another branch, telling him it was for personal reasons. You swore you saw him squint his weary eyes, but after asking you a couple more questions, he agreed nonetheless.
âIf it were stress, itâd be no different in another branch. Hope you know that,â Aizawa drawled.Â
âI do, sir,â you replied, tired from the poor quality of sleep your situation and the hotel bed gave you.Â
âAnd as soon as possible, you say?â
âYes, sir,â you affirmed. âPlease.âÂ
The transfer was done in one week, all thanks to your boss.Â
Restarting your mundane life, it took two months for you to regain some sort of peace found in everydayâs routineâwaking up, going to work, coming home, sleeping, waking up again. There was no contact from Katsuki, only the ghost of his taunts that came hand in hand with the memories of his caresses you could not dispel remained, making guilt creep up your spine every time you touched yourself to climax imagining it was his hand.Â
You would find someone else. You and Katsuki, it was ten years in the making. You were fifteen years old on that rooftop, confessing to a boy you thought was the most beautiful person in the world, having no clue how your action would play out. It would not be possible to banish those ten years in two months, no matter how despicable he was to you. And that was a shame.Â
It took one phone call from Mitsuki to disrupt your normalcy.Â
âI just wanted to know how you were doing, honey.â said Katsukiâs mom, sounding worried. âItâs justâyouâre gone again, like those months. And Katsuki wonât tell me whatâs going on, which means something must have happened. I need toâIââ
She was trying to find words, and you didnât want to interrupt.Â
âI need to know youâre okay.â She finally let it out. âJust come visit, honey. You donât have to bring my son.â
âWe miss you.âÂ
It was those words that brought you to the Bakugou house the following weekend.Â
âOh, honey.â Misuki stopped before you, eyeing you from head to toe. Katsumi barked incessantly, all the while trying to sniff the bag of fresh-baked cookies you bought for the family. When the woman beckoned you to come close and enfolded you in her arms, you teared up a bit.Â
âThat airhead of a son,â the older woman grumbled.Â
Getting in the house thwarted all the cold delightfully. You put your coat on the couch next to where you sat, waiting for the tea Mitsuki said she was going to get. You always liked the Bakugou house, asking Katsuki to walk him home every day just to see it from the outside. He never let you in. Ironically enough, it was never him who invited you in, it was his mom.Â
Where was Mitsuki now? You looked around for the matriarch, but instead, you saw Katsuki.Â
âAbout time you showed up.âÂ
There was so much fighting, so much push and pull, and trying to run away, and crying for help; yet, no one came. Katsuki had to carry you on his shoulder to go upstairs because you resisted profusely and refused to walk on your own.Â
Door closed, lock clicked. A second later, you were dropped on his bed unceremoniously. You had never been in his room before and didnât want to now. But since there was no choice, you took the opportunity to look around, taking everything in.Â
His room was so⊠boy. A drum set in one corner, an expensive-looking gaming PC in another with a shelf filled with mangas and action figures next to it, posters of his favorite anime character plastering all over the walls.Â
You remembered he liked All Might, the blonde-haired hero from a shonen manga you didnât read but knew every detail from Katsukiâs ceaseless babble. You even broke into your savings buying a dozen raffle tickets till you won the big prizeâa large figure he said he was saving up forâand gave it to him as a birthday present.Â
He probably didnât keep it.Â
âDonât be mad at mom, okay? I was on my knees begging her for help. That was on me,â Katsuki spoke softly, as if he was trying not to spook you. âOld hag hit me so hard dad had to intervene. But Iâm her son. You understand, right? She would never abandon me.â
It was him between you and the door; you just needed to get past him, unlock the door and run. Slowly, you got out of the bed to stand on your own feet. The moment they touched the floor, however, was brief. Because Katsuki leaped from where he stood, taking him only two strides before he got you again.Â
Back on the bed, you fought him tooth and nail, punching, kicking, biting, while he tried to sedate you with a soothing voice. But there was nothing soothing or gentle about this manâa monster. You saw through him.Â
His grip on your wrists was immovable, anchoring you to the bed with one hand. He caged your body with his, examining you like a predator sizing up its prey, his presence all domineering, demanding obedience.Â
âShhh, settle down. Iâm not gonna hurt you,â he coaxed.Â
âLet me go!âÂ
All you could move now was your legs, which you did to your best ability, but to no avail. Katsuki waited it out, allowing you to try however you want to get away without saying anything. Eventually, you stilled, so exhausted you couldn't move anymore.Â
âThere, there. Thatâs my good princess,â he murmured, his usual harsh features softening.Â
Frustration brought tears to your eyes. It took less than you thought, easier than expected, to suck it all up and spill everything that occupied your mind.Â
âWhat do you want? What do you want from me, Katsuki? I'm sorry I confessed to you that day. It was pathetic. I was pathetic. But pleaseâplease.â Your voice got hoarse and lost at the second please. You had to cough to get it back. âI have learned my lesson. You and me, it will never happenâwill never work out. I know that now. I get it, believe me, I do,â you choked through your tears, pleading. âI won't like you anymore, Katsuki, so pleaseâlet me go.âÂ
âLike me?â he reiterated. âI thought you loved me.â
âWhat?âÂ
He signed, his free hand searching for something in one of his sweatpantsâ pockets. When he pulled his hand out, you saw a letterâthe one you gave it to him and got rejected. All these years, it had been kept with you, safely in your trinket box. Now, it was in his hand, opened. He finally accepted it, but at what cost?Â
âI need you to read it to me,â he commanded, âout loud.âÂ
âPlease, donât make me do this.âÂ
âListen,â he said. âIâm going to let go of your wrists and give you this letter that you wrote for me, and youâre going to read itâwordâforâword.â He used the envelope to brush down the bridge of your nose. âIf you tear it upâif you do, princessâIâm going to make you rewrite it. And it better be as good, if not better, than this one.â
He let go of your wrists and gave you the letter.Â
âOh, and if you run,â he added. âIâll catch you, and we start over. Clear?âÂ
You nodded and took the envelope, hands shaking noticeably when you took the letter out. Everything was under Katsukiâs observation. He sat astride your thighs without putting all his weight on you, waiting patiently.Â
âTo Katsuki, if you are reading this, that means you accepted my letter, thank you!â You wiped tears out of your eyes to see better. âI know you get a lot of letters like this. It must be a bit of a hassle reading love confessions everyday, right? But please bear with me, I will try to keep thisââÂ
Interrupted, you looked past the letter and saw Katsuki lifting the hem of your sweater up and leaning down to place a kiss on your exposed stomach.
âGo on,â he prompted. âDonât mind me. Donât stop.âÂ
âI will try to keep this short,â you continued, completing the last sentence, trying to ignore the fact that your jeans were being unbuttoned and pulled down. âYou know, girls in our class often say they love your hair, your eyes, but a lot of them are scared of your personality.â You felt his breath through your panties, hot. âI disagree. I think you are nice, brave, and kind. And donât get me wrong, I love your hair and eyes too.â
âYouâre cute, baby,â said Katsuki as he pried your legs open. Without taking off the underwear, he licked your pussy through it.Â
âKatsuki!âÂ
Dragging his tongue up, he mumbled, âKeep reading.â
âAnd I love you.â You read on and saw his eyes roll back at that specific sentence.Â
Suddenly, he switched from licking to sucking, making the crotch all wet with his saliva. You were preparing to read the next part when he made it all the more difficult by moving aside the damp fabric and rubbing his face into your naked cunt. His nose, lips, chin, all soaked in your embarrassing glossy juice. You cursed yourself for giving in, for getting wet.Â
âDid I tell you to stop?âÂ
You let out a sob, raising the letter in your hands up again to read.Â
âI know we donât know each other well, and this feeling is not reciprocatedââ
Why did he have to slurp the juice like that? He made it hard, so hard for you.Â
âIâmâjust a classmate afterâall. But what I said, I said it withâa sincereâheart. So even ifâyou donât love me back, pleaseâlet me keepâthis feeling, I promise Iâwill treasure it.â
Panting sharply, you stopped before the next paragraph when you felt his tongue massaging your clit. Grasping his hair with both of your hands, you forgot you still held the letter. There was an audible scrunch when it was crumpled up in one of your fists.
Katsuki stopped dead in his tracks, glaring up from below; his red orbs seemed redder all of a sudden. âDid you just crumple the letter?âÂ
You pulled your hands back quickly when you realized, strengthening out the paper as best as you could. The creases werenât that bad. You showed it to him, ensuring that it was still intact.Â
He relaxed. You released a held breath.Â
Back to concentrating on the handwritten texts, this time, you vowed to not look at him anymore and would just just read through everything as fast as you couldâgetting it done. Nevertheless, when he was back on eating your pussy and pride out, it did not get easier, Katsuki still managed to make you writhe like your life depended on it.Â
âOne more thing, I donât know if you remember, but thank you forâsaving me that day in front of the mini mart.â You tried to recall the event, the beginning of everything. âThe thief would haveâhurt me, and I would have lostâmy wallet.âÂ
And it was just that, just you trying to yank your wallet back from the thief's hand, the popsicle you just bought lying on the ground, melting. The store staff was on the phone with the policeâyou heard itâbut they didnât come out. Katsuki did.Â
When the thief was about to lay his hand on you, the blonde haired boy whom you recognized as your classmate kicked him in the shin. Moving fast, Katsuki then slammed his school backpack on the thiefâs head, once, twice, thrice, on and on until he knocked him out.Â
âYou were my hero.â You read the last sentence, finishing the letter as he finished you.
You set the paper down on your side, finally freed from the evidence of your teenage selfâs stupidity. Feeling weightless from the orgasm, all you could do was stare at the ceiling. After what felt like forever, Katsuki appeared in your field of vision, hovering over you, now shirtless⊠and pantless. You werenât aware when he took them off, too lost in your own world.Â
âYou can't just stop loving me,â he said before bending down to kiss your cheek, then whispered, âTake responsibility. Be true to your words, dumbass.âÂ
âKatsuki, youâre being selfish.â You turned your face away, fleeing him. Â
His red eyes sharpened. âAfter all this time you have showered me with love and attention, and you want toâtake it away?âÂ
âThere will be others who love you and give you all the attention you need,â you argued. âIâm not that person.â Â
âNo! Fucking no! Shut up!â he barked, turning your face back to him and silencing you with a kiss.Â
Even with the heater warming up the room, the cold air that seeped through the walls and windows still reached your naked form. After being rid of your sweater and bra, the only warmth you could find was from Katsukiâs body, and he made sure to share that with you so generously.Â
Pain after pain, bite after bite. Katsuki would not stop no matter how desperately you begged him to. Your skin was his canvas, not only your neck, but your cheeks, breasts, belly, arms, thighs, calves; they were tender and hurt to touch. You would have to refrain yourself from looking into the mirror for too long, maybe. Luckily it was winter, this way, nobody would bat an eye if you covered yourself up like it was minus twenty celsius.Â
âIâm gonna fuck you raw, okay? Havenât fucked anyone since you left. You gotta take care of me, princess.âÂ
âDonât bullshit me,â you returned. âYou fucked that girl.âÂ
And it still hurt just thinking about it.
âDid not.â
Even so, had he gone mad? He sounded like it. Wearing condoms was the strictest rule of his when it came to sex. As far as you knew, he never broke it once, not for anyone, not for you. But you could be wrongâyou didnât want toâbecause now, he actually looked eager to go through with it, fucking you bareback.
Too risky, too intimate.Â
âYouâll regret it. Please justâthink before you act.âÂ
Trying to reason with Katsuki, you also attempted to move away. Big mistake. Catching you by your thighs, he forced himself closer and wrapped your legs around his waist. Then, he placed his unshielded cock on your folds and pushed it down a bit for the head to slither in, just the tip, no more.Â
âKatsuki, no!âÂ
âKatsuki, yes,â he said, mockingly, and shoved it all in. Â
â
The bed shook and squeaked annoyingly from how hard he rammed into your tight weeping hole, but the moans you were trying, but not so successfully, to suppress were so adorable he was able to overlook it and focus on you instead. He never knew his bed did this, never brought anyone home to fuck before.Â
He almost spilled in the first five minutes, having to slow down to prolong the feeling of being wrapped and rubbed by a pussy, skin to skin. And youâlying there with your brows frowned and tits bouncingâdid not help shit. Trying feebly to push him away when he swooped down for a kiss only stirred up his excitement, making him go rougher until you gasped and gave in.
What a soft and tempting little lamb you were. He wanted to brand you with his cum and give you his fucking name, knocking you up with a couple of brats for you and him to take to school and hear a teacher address you as Mrs. Bakugou with his own ears.
Since the day you handed him that letter, you had never been anyone elseâs but his. Must have been fate, he didnât know, didnât care about a what-if either. His only regret was that he could have had a taste of you sooner, but he would call it a story arc and leave it at thatâhe had you now anyway.Â
âSay my name, princess,â he demanded.
âKatâsuki.â
âAgain.â
âKatsuki!â
This was worth it. The tirade of rebuke his mom delivered to his ears and the smacks on the head while saying she never taught him to be like this when he came clean about what he did to youâall was worth it.Â
âIâll get her back, mom,â Katsuki convinced. âWeâll get her back.âÂ
âYou better.âÂ
It was convenient that his mom already liked you as if you were the one who popped out of her vagina and not him. Well, they were the same in that aspect. Who would have thought it would come to this day, the day he wanted to trap you in his home, when just a decade earlier, he would never have had the slightest idea of granting you the permission to step past the front gate.Â
âSheâs a good kid,â his mom commented. âThe same girl who walked you home and bought you that All Might figure, no?âÂ
âYeah.â Katsuki rolled his eyes.Â
âAha.âÂ
âWill you help me or not?â he asked, irritated. He had been kneeling at her feet for like fifteen minutes.Â
âWatch your tone, boy.â Mitsukiâs voice hardened. His dadâs hand over her shoulder rubbed gently to calm her quick temper down.Â
âTch!âÂ
The tiny mutt chose that moment to strut into the living room, stealing his momâs attention. She leaned down to pick it up and put it on her lap. It looked down at him, tongue lolling out of its mouth. Conceited little fucker.Â
âYou know why I named her Katsumi, Katsuki?âÂ
âOh, donât give me that shit.âÂ
âKatsuki,â his dad said in a reprimanding tone.Â
âShe reminds me of you, angry for no reason, always bark, bark, bark. It gets lonely around here, so why not.â Mitsuki smiled, scratching her new childâs head. âAnd youâremind me of her.â
Katsuki squinted his eyes, kinda knew where this was going.Â
âA dog, waiting for its owner to come home.âÂ
She was not wrong.Â
âYes, I will help you, son.âÂ
A series of bangs on the door broke through the memory and his euphoria. He just came, hard, pouring his pent-up, ripe seeds far up your cunt, and someone wanted to butt in now? Katsuki huffed, but refused to get up and find out who wanted what, dead set on keeping you plugged up.Â
Another rapping on the door, then a voice followed. âThatâs enough, Katsuki. Let the poor thing out.âÂ
Of course, it had to be his mom.Â
âGo away, hag.âÂ
âBakugou Katsuki!âÂ
âWeâll be out!âÂ
Just not now. He omitted, and it worked. Mitsuki carried a string of grumbles and footsteps with her, leaving nothing behind. Katsuki turned to you, still under him, in time to see you avert your gaze away. Cute.Â
âCan I go now?â you asked.Â
âNo.â He changed positions, turning over onto his back and getting you on top of him, cock still snug inside your walls. He hoped he didnât spill a single drop.
âKatsuki, I donât want to fight anymore.âÂ
âThen donât, baby.âÂ
âI canât live like this. Pleaseââyou pleaded with your eyesââdon't hurt me anymore.âÂ
He couldnât help but feel a pang in his heart at your frail tone. Looking at you, he saw a woman with dark rings under her eyes, beautiful, but she looked like she had seen better daysâa stark contrast to the girl who held out a letter towards him on that spring day, wind in her hair, kindness abundant enough to share.Â
Before he knew it, words were out of his mouth. âI wish I had hurt you less.âÂ
It would not have been possible for him to not hurt you at all. He knew himself well enough to believe otherwise. He also knew, for certain, how he would like the story to go.Â
âDo you still love me? Like you wrote in that letter.â he whispered. âAm I still your hero, princess?â
âYou donâtââyou gritted your teethââhave the right to ask me those questions.âÂ
âIâll be yours. I want to.â And fuck, he really did, just thinking about it woke his flaccid cock up, rigid again inside of you. Putting his hands on both of your asscheeks, he grinded you up and down. âDo you still love me?â
You kept quiet, unyielding, only small, faint gasps could be heard.Â
âGuess thatâs not important.â Katsuki decided. âIâll keep you firstâfuck the answer out of you later.â
Panic flashed upon your expression at his declaration, and gasps turned into lustful whimpers when he started slamming your hips up and down his erect shaft.
âHow long are you gonna make me wait? A year? A decade? As revenge, maybe?â He took your sweet mouth, hand pressing down the nape of your neck and kept it there. âHouse will be full of brats by then, but take your time, princess.â
âThis will never work out. It wonât. It wonât,â you cried, shutting your eyes tight. âI canât share you.â
Katsuki didnât know why, but you not wanting to share him was sexy as shit. The mere thought of sharing you, however, made him want to put something on fire. Was this jealousy people were talking about? It burnt like a bitch.Â
âWho said anything about sharing?â he grunted, slapping your jouncing ass, making you squeal. âAnd this goes both ways, princess. Donât think I would let anyone touch you.âÂ
He was pissed just imagining it, which was nowhere near healthy, but who wanted that. He just wanted you, in any way he possibly could.Â
âIâmâIâm gonna come,â you spluttered, convulsing around him.Â
âThatâs it. Come on my cock, baby. Make your man proud.âÂ
Your velvety walls tightened, constricting his cock and milking it when ropes of cum shot out.Â
Sucked dry and spent, Katsuki closed his eyes and tried to rein in his breath. When he reopened them, it was to check if you were still with himâyou were, resting on his chest with one cheek against it. Out of cuteness aggression, he pinched the other side.
You let out a short screech. âThat hurt!â
The thought of marking you reared its head, biting where it hadnât been bitten yet, but he stifled it, saving it for later.Â
Steering himself to another matter, he said, âYou never texted me back.â
âI blocked you.âÂ
âFigured.â Katsuki nodded.Â
âDeserved.â
âUnblock me.â
You sighed.
â
The messages wouldnât go through even if you unblocked him. That was how the application worked, which was fine with him. Scrolling through the one-sided chat, he could sense urgency and desperation through each letter, and some messages actually sounded mental. It would be for the best if you didnât see them.Â
âAnswerâÂ
âi didnât fuck her, she left. Now fucking answerâÂ
âcome back, i wont be mad. where u at.âÂ
âI am still at your apartment, u. didnât come back. where r uâÂ
âi fucking found your letter. iâll find u tooâÂ
âYouâkept my present?âÂ
Katsuki looked up from his phone to your towel-swathed form, fresh out of the shower. Following your line of sight, he was directed to the bottom of the bookshelf where an All Might figure was setâhis seventeenth birthday present from you. It was one of his top favorites, but he would never tell you that.
âIâm not stupid enough to throw things I like away, Iâll have you know.â He scowled and went back to scrolling on his phone.Â
âso u moved away huh?âÂ
âneed you. donât wanna fuck my hand anymore :(âÂ
ânever mind, bitchâÂ
âu love me huh?âÂ
âPatheticâÂ
âdidnt mean thatâÂ
âneed uâÂ
âi'm an attention seeking whore who abuses your love to get the validation i want.â
âsorryâÂ
âthere i said it.âÂ
ânow come backâÂ
Yeah, you didnât have to know any of that.
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thinking about your fiancée shouto taking you to meet his older brother touya for the first time.
shouto's been a pro for years now, having outpaced his family legacy and come to define himself in his own right, but his family still matters greatly to him and he makes time to see themâall of them.
and now that you're engaged, he wants you to meet all of them too. he tells you touya only has a few years left on his sentence in a high-security detention center. and touya's supposedly reformed now, after the war, exhibiting good behavior and becoming eligible for parole faster than anyone anticipated.
but you're not quite so sure touya is as good as shouto says, not with the way his eyes burn right through you as you settle across the quirk-reinforced glass from him. his gaze sharpens into something predatory, alert, altogether too keen and too interested, and it sends a shiver crawling down your spine.
and you immediately recognize the look for the simple human truth of what it isâthe look of a child whose little brother is playing with a toy he's suddenly decided he wants too.
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IT'S OUT! MY BOOK!!
Marie's Collection of Erotic Thrillers
College Years
Read before bedtime! Or any time you're feeling hot and bothered...Â
Within these pages, you'll find a bundle of twenty short erotic thrillers, each with a loose theme revolving around collegeâall of which will feature many different characters such as the strict headmaster who threatens to expel you, hot professors who'll give you an A in exchange for a little something in return, flirty bullies who don't take no for an answerâas well as fluffier characters like nerdy tutors who'll gladly do your homework for you, sweet boyfriends, childhood friends, and clingy fuckbuddies.Â
Many of the erotic thrillers within this collection contain content triggering to some, such as overall explicit sexual themes, including non-consensual and sadomasochistic sex.Â
The book caters specifically to a female audience with a straight orientation. It uses pronouns such as she/her and descriptions of the female body for the second-person reader. To complement this, all the antagonists are portrayed as male.Â
In its entirety, the book is approximately 300 pages long, while the twenty stories within fluctuate, some longer and others shorter.
Table of Contents:
⥠Professor Moore â volumes one, two, and three ⥠Owen: The Bully ⥠Aaron: The Boyfriend ⥠Murphy: The Tutor ⥠John: The Stepfather â volumes one, two, and three ⥠Ruby: The Fuckfriend ⥠Headmaster Corbin ⥠Adrian: The Roommate ⥠Alec: The Childhood Friend ⥠Jessie: The Loner ⥠Brian and Ryan: The Third Wheeler ⥠Professor Lynch ⥠Your Boyfriend's Sketchy Friend ⥠Dr. Solomon: The Therapist ⥠Officers Brown and Keating ⥠Jacob and Joshua: The Twins
INFO ON THE BOOK
Overall, it has twenty stories in total.
Five of these will be completely new from start to finish, such as:
⥠Professor Moore â volumes one, two, and three ⥠Professor Lynch ⥠Headmaster Corbin
Another five will be stories I've posted here previously without any nsfw ending, such as:
⥠Owen: The Bully â a continuation of NERD ⥠Murphy: The Tutor â a continuation of BLIND TRUST ⥠Ruby: The Fuckfriend â an alteration and continuation of BORING ⥠Adrian: The Roommate â a continuation of PERFECT STRANGERS ⥠Alec: The Childhood Friend â an alteration and continuation of DINKERBELL
With the term alteration, I mean those stories will no longer revolve around that named character but an OC instead.
The remaining ten stories will be refurbished alterations of old posts with added elements and plots.
I wanted to be completely transparent with you all on this so that you don't buy the book and become upset upon recognizing many of the stories from before.
I understand many of you might not feel so inclined to spend money on something you've already read for free, so I want you all to know that there is no hard feeling for those of you who won't end up buying the book.
However, if it isn't too brazen to say, I would be ever grateful to receive your support, even though I am mostly a free content creator.
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Insatiable girlfriend whoâs exhausted boyfriend hands her off to his friends like⊠Please, do what you want with her, just bring her back tired.
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Bonus: Catsuki
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