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Did Scaramouche really stuff your panties in his pocket?

Warnings: NSFW, Fem!Reader, Bullet Points, Masturbation, Underwear stealing/sniffing/licking/sucking (man is obsessed), Perverted thoughts, fantasizing of cumming in you, more stuff I probably missed.

Notes: This marks the first post of my Brother's Best Friend series!! I'll try to write whenever I can, probably keep one post about just the man and then another post about him with you and well any other asks you guys drop in my inbox!!

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Scaramouche is such a pervert, really. Ever since the first day he came to your house to play video games with your brother, he’s got an eye for you, the pretty little sister, walking to the kitchen in your comfortable shorts.

He’d shamelessly stare and get smacked on the head by your brother but doesn’t care because anything is worth seeing the outline of your nipple show through your graphic tee. How naughty of you, roaming around braless. Were you tempting him?

Wanting to use the washroom is an excuse, he just wanted to find the laundry basket before the clothes went for washing. And how recognizable your panties were, with their lacy trimming and that dark spot of your discharge. He’s quick to grab them and stuff them in his pocket before anyone gets suspicious of how long he’s gone. How he smirks when, through the walls, you complain to the wind about another pair of panties gone missing.

Back home, in the dead of the night, he fists his slick cock, nose pressed into your panties as he inhales the intoxicating scent of your body. He lets his perverted thoughts roam free, imagining your hands tracing his cock and thumbing his tip. Are you an inexperienced virgin? Or do those doe eyes of yours conceal a whore behind them? Fuckkkk he wants to know so bad.

Eyes darkened and rolling to the back of his skull, he picks up speed and shoves your underwear in his mouth, whether to shush his moans or to get a taste of your essence, even he cant comprehend in his fucked up state. He slobbers and sucks the fabric, gulping any bit of your taste he can, and the way he’s releasing feral moans at the flavour and bucking into his hand, ready to explode into orgasm-

No, no, he doesn’t want to cum on himself. His dirty fantasies would feel incomplete if he doesn’t cum on you. But for now he’ll have to satisfy himself with covering his red tip with your now saliva soaked panties and thrusting into them. The room is steaming, sweat rolling down his body as his tongue lols out, watching how his dick twitches and spurt string of thick cum on your underwear.

If it was you he was cumming in, he’d make you wear those very panties and walk back home to your brother, as if everything is perfectly normal and you’re not leaking cum into the very panties he drenched with his cum and spit.

Fuckk, his fingers start to move again as his dick rises with an erection once more.

[changbunnies]

Misbehave (18+)

♡ Pairing: Boyfriend!Changbin x Fem!Reader

♡ Genre: smut, pre-established relationship

♡ Word Count: 4k

♡ Summary: Changbin is on tour and misses his pretty girlfriend back home- and what better way to tell her he misses her than to send her a naughty video? 

♡ Smut Warnings: sub!changbin, video recording, nipple play, masturbation, mommy kink (this is self indulgent okay), sex toys, phone sex, it is more than implied that bin has a degradation kink, petnames (baby, bunny, honey)

♡ Notes: so i saw this video of a guy in bunny pajamas jerking off and it gave me SUCH bad binnie brainrot i literally could not stop imagining him in cute pink bunny pajamas recording a video for his gf 😵‍💫😵‍💫 so yeah enjoy this purely self indulgent smut ! and i read a lot of mommy kink fic but this is my first time actually writing it so i'm not super confident its good but i hope it's at least decently enjoyable gfdgdf

♡ Disclaimer: please read responsibly, and remember that this work is fiction and meant strictly for imaginative fun. the idols used in fics are more accurately faceclaims and personality outlines for imaginary characters, and should not be interpreted as factual representations of existing people.

“Baby! I’m wearing the pajamas you got me, you see?” Changbin smiles, bright and cute, just the way you like it as he looks into his phone's camera. The pajamas are a fluffy, pastel pink full body suit; warm, soft, cozy, with cute lopped bunny ears connected to the hood he has pulled up over his curly hair.

You got the pajamas for him because they reminded you of him, you said, and he positively beamed- because you were thinking of him, because you bought him something so adorable, because now he gets to show them off for you.

He didn’t get a chance to wear them before he was getting shipped off on the next plane out of the country, but of course he packed them with him. And now, on a break between shows where he could just relax and take a breath, he decided this was the best time to wear them.

But not just wear them– he had to show them to you! And sure, a few pictures would suffice, but isn’t this better? You can fully see how cute he looks in them this way, how the size you picked was just perfect, which he’s sure is because you know him inside and out. 

He takes the soft pink bunny ears connected to the hood in his hands and flops them around, smiling while tilting his head back and forth, playing up his cuteness for the maximum effect. “If you were here, you’d call me cute, right? Your cute baby bunny?”

Luckily for Changbin, he’s used to talking to a camera and displaying his cuteness, so recording a video like this for you comes to him naturally. And it’s lucky for you too, since that means your inbox is always full of new videos to get you through the drought until he comes back home.  

Changbin can just imagine how you'd dote on him if you could see him now; you'd kiss his cheeks and nose, you'd ruffle his messy hair, you'd overload him with compliments and sweet words until his face goes pink and dick twitches in his pants.

And really, he can't help that his body reacts to you this way– he just loves you so much, he lives for your compliments, and it's not his fault that the sweet, sometimes condescending way you speak them gets him all worked up. And while it's unfortunate he won't be able to get your initial reaction to his cute display in person, his imagination is more than enough fuel to keep him going. 

“There's more I want to show you, you ready?” Changbin says as he starts to scoot away from where he has his phone propped up to record himself. It’s set pretty precariously against the pillows, seemingly on the verge of toppeling at any second, but he doesn’t think about that– his only thought is putting on a show for you.

“It’s so soft– but you already know that, honey, you’re the one who picked it out,” he giggles a little to himself, giddy as he once again remembers it's a gift from you (exclamation point: you!), but he forces himself to stay on track before he gets too distracted.

“Since it’s so soft and comfy, I don’t need to wear anything underneath! See?” Changbin takes the zipper in his hand and he intends to pull it down slowly, but well.. he’s excited, and just can’t wait to show you how naked he is underneath the soft fluff of the pajamas you bought him. Sitting on his knees, he pulls the zipper down swiftly; and how quick he pulls it down causes it to get stuck for a moment, but he manages to keep it going smoothly after correcting its course.

If you were here, you’d definitely laugh at him for being so eager– you’d say something mean, but in that sweet, saccharine voice that’d instantly make his face flush pink and dick grow impossibly hard. You’d giggle at him for being pathetic, cock up your eyebrow and tilt your head to the side when he blushes, smirk when you see him twitch and throb and squirm after calling him a slut for always putting himself out on display for you.

The pajamas, big and loose as they are to comfortably fit all of Changbin’s muscle mass, completely hid his erection from view until the zipper was pulled all the way down. His chest, his cute tummy, his leaky cock– you can see it all now. But despite being exposed, he doesn’t take the pajamas off– he keeps the hood pulled up, doesn’t slip his arms out of the sleeves or take his legs out of the pants. He leaves them on for one main reason– because he feels cute in them, and wants you to think he's cute too. 

“When I put them on I started thinking of you,” he says as he shifts into a more comfortable position off of his knees. There’s nothing to prop himself up against at the foot of the bed, so he has to just lean to one side and support himself with a single arm; not ideal, but the headboard has the very important task of keeping his phone upright (with the support of the pillows) and he will not be shifting anything around or starting over.

“A-And I get so hard whenever I think about you because you’re just so– mommy’s so pretty,” he says as his fingers ghost over his muscular chest, tracing the skin before he brushes his thumb over his nipple– the same way you would do it if you were here right now. It’s now that a blush finally rises on his cheeks; and it’s not that he’s embarrassed by doing it infront of a camera or from the image of himself tweaking his nipples reflected back at him, that part doesn’t matter– it’s because he’s sensitive.

His sensitivity to touch, whether yours or his own, is always enough to make his face burn, as it’s always a source of your teasing touches and words. You’ll pinch his sensitive nipples between your fingers while whispering filthy, playful words in his red-tinted ears, softly laughing when he squirms and whines.

“I miss you,” he speaks to the camera, biting his lip when he rolls his nipple between his thick fingers, trying not to become too whiny right from the start. Changbin is sure you’d like it if he was whiny right away, but he has to focus!

He knows there’s major appeal in him becoming restless and needy quickly, and he has already shown how eager he is by hastily fumbling with his zipper, but still– he wants this video to last longer than a measly 5 minutes. It takes you longer to cum than him, and he needs to provide a video long enough for you to play with yourself to without having to loop it– that’s his thought process, anyways.

He averts his gaze from his phone setup, opting to look down at himself as he reaches over his chest to give his other nipple equal treatment. "I miss–" he starts to elaborate, but stumbles on his words after giving his nipple a particularly harsh tug.

Shit– he has to move on if he wants to stay coherent enough to make a good video for you. Becoming unable to speak in the last few minutes is acceptable, but now, when he's barely even started? No, he has to do better! So he trails his hand downwards, away from his chest and over his soft stomach as he tries again to let out what he wants to tell you.  

“I miss your smile, and– m-miss your kisses, your perfume, your hugs, your–” It’s a habit of Changbin’s to babble in these situations thanks to your influence on him. You like to get him talking when he’s like this– hearing him shyly babble away all the things he thinks you want to hear is easily one of your favorite things about fucking him.

And he obviously knows this, which is why he’s freely speaking every little thing that comes to his mind, knowing that you’ll like it (even if watching it back later will make him feel incredibly embarrassed.) Changbin isn’t shy about many things, but you always effortlessly bring his bashful side out. 

It’s another one of your favorite things, he knows– reducing your otherwise confident and unashamed boyfriend into an overly talkative, shy mess while his body takes on varying shades of pink and red. So he does his best to bring himself to that place without your presence, to picture you there in front of him encouraging him to go on, to pretend his hand is yours instead.

His string of words is broken by a harsh, shuddery breath when his hand finally reaches his cock. Changbin licks his drying lips and looks back at himself in the camera as he takes his length into his hand, stroking it as slowly as he can stand to.

It's more of a struggle than he'd like to admit– this is the first day he's had enough freetime to touch himself since leaving weeks ago, and his sensitivity, paired with the knowledge that he's recording for you and that you'll see all of this when you wake up in a couple of hours is causing his need to grow at an exponentially faster rate than he was prepared for.

He lets out a hiss when he rubs his thumb over the tip, and he has to make a conscious effort not to squirm or jolt his hips up into his hand too abruptly (both for his own sake, and his phone that isn't entirely stable in its placement.) Changbin's bottom lip quickly grows swollen and red from how frequently he bites at it in a vain effort to contain himself, and while it's more than mildly embarrassing to have such little control over his own body and voice, he knows you'll enjoy watching his failed efforts.

Changbin forces eye contact with the view of himself in his phone, wanting to ensure that it feels like he's looking at you when you inevitably watch it. He observes every detail, does his best to take note of what it is you'll be seeing; he watches the rise and fall of his own chest, how his stomach clenches, how his ever so slightly exposed thighs tense and twitch.

You'll like this, right? Will think he's as sexy as he is cute? Will love it so much that you'll rub yourself over your dampening panties, that you'll reward him with a flood of sweet messages to wake up to when its morning for him?

"D-Do I look good like this, mama?" he asks the camera as he speeds up the motion of his hand, "Yes, right? I do? You love this, love me?" He briefly allows his eyes to close, imagining that you're there to answer his desperate questions.

'You look perfect, Binnie, you're amazing, such a good boy for me, I love you.' He can really hear you if he concentrates on the thought, as if you're just in front of him and not thousands of miles away peacefully asleep in bed.

Opening his eyes, Changbin remembers the bunny pajamas aren't the only thing he brought with him that he wanted to show you– he still has another surprise in store that he hopes you'll like to see. Letting go of his cock, he brings himself back to his knees and reaches for something just out of view of the camera– his fleshlight.

His phone tilts from the shift in the weight, and Changbin is quick to catch it before it completely topples over. He offers the camera a shy, somewhat awkward giggle as he puts his phone back in place, making an effort to secure it better this time in the hopes that it won't jostle too much from what he plans to do next. 

And in trying to get his toy ready quickly, he pours practically his entire travel-sized bottle of lube into it. A waste for sure, but he can always buy more later– getting the show back on track is more important.

Changbin is leaned forward now, face as close to the camera as it was when he was playing with the ears attached to the hood. His face being close again doesn't obscure the view of his body at all though, thanks to the fact that he's leaning at an angle, with one palm flat on the bed to support his weight while the other holds the fleshlight where he wants it.

He's a bit nervous for this part, if he's being honest– maintaining eye contact with himself while he fucks his toy is something he's never done before. But he wants to do it for you, so you have the best experience possible when he sends the video to you!

Other than briefly looking away to line himself up with the toy in his hand, he looks into the camera the entire time– as he slides inside, as he gasps and moans, as he rolls his hips over and over and over. He wonders if you’ve noticed it was gone; did you open up your shared drawer, pull out the bag containing all your fun little toys to have some fun with yourself, noticing in an instant that he took his own toys with him?

He imagines you did– that you pulled it out, intending to rummage for one of your vibrators and clearly saw it missing. You'd smile when you realized, he thinks, as there's only one reason to take such a thing with him. And you'd think of him the same way he always thinks of you, imagine him there next to you, close your eyes and pretend you're teasing him by making him watch you use a vibrator, not letting him touch you unless he's a good boy and keeps his hands to himself until you cum.

Changbin is always a good boy, even in his imaginary scenarios– he'd never, never do anything against what you tell him. Even when he imagines you touching yourself, when he thinks about what scenarios you'd picture in your mind to get off, he's a good boy who does whatever he's told, watching and waiting patiently for his time to touch you.

The ears on the hood still pulled over his fluffy hair bounce with each movement he makes, and finally he breaks eye contact with his phone, his head falling forward and eyes squeezing shut as his whimpers and moans grow in volume. "F-Feels so good baby, mom-mommy, mama, Binnie feels so– so good," he whines, biting his lip once more as he lifts his head to look at the camera again.

If he wasn't already so far gone, he'd feel bad for his neighbor on the other side of the hotel wall; he knows he's getting loud, but he can't help it. He's fucking his toy, head full of you– of what you'd say to him, how you'd sound with your vibrator pressed to your clit, how you'd expertly time your release with his, how you'd look at him when you cum together.

With his eyes squeezed shut, he can perfectly conjure the image of you in his head, vivid and almost real enough to trick his brain into believing you’re together right now.The way you smile at him always rattles his senses, pretty to an almost ethereal degree, sharply contrasting the dirty words you confidently, unashamedly tell him.

And while your voice rings clearly in his head, it’s not really you– it’s just the memory of you; vivid, clear, but not as real as he wants it to be. His imagination helps but it’s still nothing compared to if you were really talking to him, if he could see you when he opens his eyes, if he could reach out and touch you or smell your perfume mixed with arousal.

Changbin just wants you, he misses you so fucking bad. It’s the early hours of the morning where you are, and you’re likely still asleep, but he has to call you, has to hear your voice. He obviously intended to cum on camera for you, and he’ll definitely feel bad about waking you up when he’s back in his right mind, but all he can think about right now is how much he craves you.

He reaches for his phone, hastily ending the recording and pulling up your contact, pressing the call button before he can even think to stop himself. The phone rings for so unbearably long that Changbin expects to hear your voicemail message, but to his surprised relief, you answer; a soft, deep and groggy “hello?” from the other end of the line.

“Mommy–” he whines upon hearing your voice, his desperation clear through the speaker pressed to your ear. As if the needy whine wasn't enough of a tell to what he's doing, you can hear the slick, sloppy sounds of what you can only assume to be either his lubed up hand or one of his toys beneath his panting breaths and whimpery moans.

"Binnie," you start, a playful tone emerging in your voice, the haze of sleep melting away in record time in response to hearing your sweet boy playing with himself, "are you being naughty?"

He nods quickly before he remembers you can't even see him right now, and he needs to provide a verbal answer. "Y-Yeah, I– I was m-making a video for you but I need– need you so bad right now," he answers, his entire body shuddering when he hears you sweetly laugh in response.

"You always make me videos, though," you muse with a smile as you shift in bed, "but I'm guessing this is a naughty video, huh? Is that right, sweet boy?" Changbin whines when you call him that, but quickly affirms the statement with a timid 'yes.'

You hum as your smile grows, settling comfortably on your back as you continue to talk to him. "So, what happened? Got so needy while making your slutty little video for me that you couldn't even finish it properly? Had to call mommy and wake her up just so you could finish getting off, is that it?"

He lets out another whine– louder this time, and beneath it another sound becomes obvious to your ears; whatever hotel bed he's on is beginning to creak. It tells you something important– that's he's not just laying on his back and stroking himself, but that he's deliberately fucking whatever it is he's using. And given the growing volume and rapid rate of the creaking, you imagine he's rutting into it pretty desperately.

Oh, what a sight he must be right now– it's a shame he's not recording anymore, because his debauched desperation would reflect beautifully on camera, a perfect image for only your eyes to see. "Are your eyes closed, bunny? Are you imagining me there?" you suddenly ask him and again he answers with an affirmative, albeit timid, whine.

Good, you think– you know exactly what to do with this information; a little bit of roleplay is just the thing your sweet boy needs. "How's my pussy feel, baby? Is it good?" you ask, having to bite your lip to suppress a delighted laugh when he gasps and whimpers.

The fact that you're playing into his ongoing mental fantasies and pretending he's fucking you is driving him impossibly close to the edge. "S-So good, mama!" he manages to stutter out, and you can tell his rutting has grown more sporadic, the creaking of the bed far less successive and rhythmic as it was when you first noticed it.

“So wet, always so wet–” he continues, cutting himself off with a particularly loud whimper. In true ‘good boy’ fashion, Changbin intended to babble away all his thoughts and the things he knew you’d want to hear him say, but he has himself so high strung and taut that all he can do now is spill noise after noise from his harshly bitten lips.

He wishes he wasn’t so close, if only so you could hear your voice for a little longer, but he can’t delay it much more than he already has. And the poor boy, he tries to ask for permission, or at least warn you it’s coming, but all that comes out are broken syllables between all his panting and crying.

It’s obvious he’s close without him even having to say it, and while your bunny appreciates a mean streak when it comes from you, you can tell he needs this– and you’re not going to punish him for struggling to ask for permission. Instead, you’ll sweetly encourage him along; because another thing about Changbin is that he hates being bad, even when it’s by accident.

“Gonna fill me up, sweet boy? Fill mommy’s pussy with your cum?” you ask, ensuring he knows it’s more than okay, that you want him to cum for you. Changbin’s eyes roll back the instant the words leave your mouth, his cum spurting into the toy as a string of broken cries leave him in quick succession.

He collapses to the bed with exhaustion when he’s finally done, his chest heaving as he tries to calm his racing heart and get his breathing back under control. He’s impossibly hot, from equal parts the pajamas and how worked up he got, his face red hot and his hair clinging to his forehead with sweat, eyes still closed while his brain tries to reboot itself and get back to normal function.

“Shit–” he suddenly scrambles back up, pressing the phone back up to his ear, “I’m so sorry, you were sleeping, it’s still early there and I called you anyways, oh my god–” Your giggle cuts off his string of apologies, and while he’s still impossibly sorry for waking you up just because he was horny, he is relieved you’re not mad at him.

“It’s okay Bin, it was better than waking up to my alarm clock, that’s for sure,” you muse with a smile; could you have gotten an extra hour or two of sleep? Of course. But is this better? Absolutely.

“I love you, you know that? I love you so fucking much,” Changbin says and you giggle again before you reply. “I love you too, so don’t forget to send me that video! And clean yourself up, bunny, I know you’re a mess right now. I’ll stay on the phone with you, okay?”

“Yeah? You will?” he smiles as he complies, carefully rising from the bed to get himself and his toy clean. “Mhm, it’s starting to get late for you, right? I’ll stay until you sleep,” you tell him, and oh, does that make him ecstatic.

He sends you the video before he forgets, and you talk about mundane things while he takes care of all the tasks he needs to get done to sleep. You’re talking about little things like what you plan to eat for breakfast, what you have to do at work today, what friends you’re going to meet for lunch– and Changbin soaks it all up happily, sighing contentedly as he lies back in his hotel bed, curled up with your soft voice to lull him comfortably to sleep.

You don’t stop talking until you hear his soft snores and measured breaths, whispering to him a ‘good night’ and ‘I love you’ that he can no longer hear, but you have to say regardless. 

Ending the call, you still have an hour left before you have to start your day in earnest, with a video in your inbox from your sweet boy just waiting to be watched and played to. You smile as you set your laptop at the foot of the bed and click open his video along with your camera, rays of sunshine just beginning to illuminate your room through the curtains, setting a beautiful backdrop as you set yourself up to return your sweet boyfriend’s favor.

[mysteriouslywingedfire]

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[misshoneyimhome]

Sexy Christmas I 750 Followers Celebration

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🎄 It’s the most, sexiest time of the year🎄

With just two months until Christmas, I feel like it’s time to start embracing the holiday spirit (sorry, Halloween!). And what better way to kick off the festivities than with some steamy fics? 🎁✨

So, here I am, excited to announce this year’s Sexy Christmas celebration, which also marks a special occasion: my 750 followers milestone 🙏🏼Thank you all so much for reading all the weird and fucked content I put out there! Whether you’ve been here since I started writing, returned after a break, or are new to my blog, I truly appreciate each and every one of you. You make this space what it is, and you all deserve some love and holiday spice! 🌶️

So, let’s make this the sexiest Christmas yet! 🎅🔥

In short: I’ve got 10 prompts that need to be paired with hockey players—please follow the roster ❤️‍🔥 [One player per prompt]

And for those of you who love to write, feel free to join the party with your own sexy Christmas fic! Everyone is welcome, whether it’s a simple blurb, a one-shot, or a full chapter. Or if you’ve got a different holiday you celebrate, feel free to throw that in 😉 (Just always remember to mark it 18+, if it contains mature content)

Doesn’t matter if it’s oc or reader insert 💕

I imagine I’ll start posting on December 1st - or after I've finished the requests currently in my inbox ❤️

Anyway, happy Halloween 🎃 and soon happy Christmas 🎄 

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Prompts ☟

1. Naughty Under the Tree - William Nylander ☃︎

OC unwraps an unexpected gift from her hockey player love interest—him, wearing only a strategically placed ribbon, waiting for her under the Christmas tree.

2. Mistletoe Tease - Auston Matthews

The tension between them has been building for weeks, but when they get caught under the mistletoe at the team’s holiday party, what starts as a simple kiss quickly becomes a steamy exchange they can’t stop.

3. Fireplace Heat - Joseph Woll

After a snowy night game, the hockey player invites OC back to his place to warm up by the fire. As they share hot cocoa and cosy blankets, the heat from the fireplace isn’t the only thing keeping them warm.

4. Holiday Stocking Surprise - Kevin Fiala

OC finds a suggestive note in her Christmas stocking, and it leads to a naughty holiday scavenger hunt through her house, with the hockey player waiting for her at the end—ready for more than just Christmas cheer.

5. Office Holiday Party Hookup - Seth Jarvis

OC and her favourite player sneak away during the office Christmas party, finding a quiet corner to exchange more than just gifts under the twinkling holiday lights.

6. Snowed-In Seduction - Frederik Andersen

After getting snowed in together during a winter trip, the two share a cabin. When the firewood runs low, they discover new ways to stay warm as sparks fly in more ways than one.

7. Steamy Christmas Eve Confession - Nico Hischier

During a cosy Christmas Eve dinner, one of them confesses their long-hidden feelings. What starts as an innocent conversation turns into a passionate Christmas confession neither of them expected.

8. Santa’s Naughty List - Matthew Tkachuk

The hockey player teases OC about being on Santa’s naughty list, but by the end of the night, it’s clear they’re both interested in exploring who’s been the naughtiest this Christmas.

9. Christmas Morning, Barely Wrapped - Auston Matthews

OC and the hockey player wake up together on Christmas morning, but instead of opening presents, they decide to unwrap each other first, making the holiday morning unforgettable.

10. Gift Exchange Gone Wild - Nico Hischier

A simple Christmas gift exchange between friends becomes much more heated when the hockey player gives OC something a little too intimate, leading to an explosive moment of passion.

[pannazmiya]

Naughty children, I have been through a Year and then some. Between 3 houses, 3 towns, 2 legal incidents, and a significant change at work, we are honestly ready to get into the Birthday mood🔪

So:

🥀Send me an ask, let's make it an inbox party

🥀 If you have any recommendations for books, products, or places in EU I might enjoy, let me know

🥀I am getting back into client readings. Shoot a message to arrange ❤️

🥀 Let me know if you want to be included in my rosary prayers

🥀 There is a wishlist 🍯

[oraclekleo]

Tiny Tarot Game (NSFW&SPOOKY)

Status: CLOSED

Hello my dear Kleotics and random visitors of this blog!

The poll is nearly finished and since the result is pretty apparent now, I shall post the game announcement.

We are sticking to the Kinktober theme once again. And we are making this game extra NSFW.

First some rules:

NSFW game - minors do not engage!

Anons are allowed.

I'll pull only one card for each ask.

Any info you provide about yourself (sign, MBTI, favourite colour, etc.) is appreciated and will make the reading more accurate but you don't have to provide anything

Request ONLY through inbox (no DMs)

Tarot isn't a science and this whole game is for entertainment only, I can never guarantee any of it

I don't read energies, I don't meddle with yours or anybody else's

Feedback is HIGHLY APPRECIATED but not mandatory

You can also take on the challenge and pull a card for Kleo with the same question to practice your own tarot skills - I will give feedback or discuss the results with you

If you are interested in more readings, check out Kleo's Paid Readings offer!

This time the game is open for anons, too. But I know my dirty Kleotics are often shameless with my games as they should be! Let's embrace the kinks, the dirty talk, the spiciness! 😜

Ready?

And the question is:

What type of sexy costume and fantasy action you would enjoy the most with your lover?

Are you Naughty Nurse, Dick Devouring Doctor, Pet Princess or Whimpering Witch? 😂 (A challenge for you - include another sexy costume with aliteration in your ask and win an extra bonus part of reading 😉)

Obviously, you don't have to limit yourself to Halloween. You can indulge yourself in freaky role-play in the bedroom all year round. 😜

I hope you like this game!

And watch out for Empowering PAC coming soon. 😎

[ffjj5]

Hey 👋👋

So life has a way of getting in the way sometimes right? Work, daughter moving away, health, having a life outside of SM 😱 😂 it all happens.

I am so far behind with all the Festa content, in fact the only thing I have watched is Jimin's performance.

I haven't watched either Jimin or JKs lives either 😔.

But thanks to some wonderful people blogging and DMing me on here I have been able to have a rough idea of what's going on, so thank you to @kanmom51 @dgtn @jmdbjk @sweetjikook @joyswonderland1108 and @jikook-4-ever. (Sorry if I have forgotten anyone).

I appreciate each and everyone of the people I communicate with on here, be it through DM, comments or simply a like on a post. My inbox is always open for a chat, I am happy to discuss almost anything, fun, cute, informative, opinions, hopes and fears, a little naughty (we are adults), but I refuse to waste my time on certain parts of the fandom (you know who I mean!) And it goes without saying, what's discussed in DMs stays in DMs 😀👍🤐 and can be Jikook related or life related.

Jikook still have such a special place in my heart and I support them unconditionally and with my whole heart. But right now my focus has to be on me, I will get back to posting properly when the time is right. I will continue to reblog, post short posts, like and comment and of course chat in DMs. You won't get rid of me that easily 😉

Jikook deserve all the love in the world and we will continue to give it to them, that I know. There are some tough times coming for them and I'm not quite sure I'm ready for that shit yet.

MUST. STAY. POSITIVE

Some Jikook love, hugs and togetherness to close this post:

Thank you all you wonderful people

BORAHAE 💜💜💜💜💜💜💜

[elvenferretots]

I'm sorry to hear about your loss. I've enjoyed your Pan posts. Ferrets are wondrous creatures and I grieve with you.

I've been sitting with a few really heartfelt condolences in my inbox for the last three months, and I wanted to be able to look back at them when I was really feeling the loss.

Thank you. Seriously. Everyone has shown me such amazing kindness with this unexpected loss. Ferrets really do take a piece of your heart with them. There's something truly special about them.

I'll have another in my life when I'm ready, but I'm so grateful I can use this blog to go through my memories of Pantalaimon in all of his mischief and mayhem and ability to make me smile. He really healed part of me that the dogs couldn't, and gave me the excuse to just let a naughty little creature run the show.

[i-literally-cant-with-this]

(Sorry if I’m bothering you or spamming your inbox btw 😭 I just like telling you stuff :3)

So like I just came back from a little Halloween reunion party with some old friends (it was relatively small, only about 20 or so people, but it was fun :3), and it got me thinking.

So I was wearing this dress, right? (And a few more things to make my outfit fit the Halloween theme) And Mia could not keep her hands off of me the entire time oml. 😭 (not that I minded, though 😏)

So this outfit was a whole process. I had to do my makeup (blood red lipstick, glittery eyeshadow, etc.), do my hair (and that’s a whole other process), and put on my outfit on top of all of that. (Strapless bra underneath. Made my titties look even bigger than they needed to be.)

The party itself was fun, I may have gotten a little naughty on the dance floor, but who cares? It’s a party!

Anyways, I was thinking what it would’ve been like if I had taken Itto with me to the party. (We’d probably have matching costumes) But even if we didn’t have matching costumes, I have a feeling he would’ve done the exact thing that Mia did.

She couldn’t keep her hands off of me for ten seconds. Whether it was when we were dancing, eating at the refreshment table, or just talking in a corner. Her hand was always either around my waist, or on my hips.

I’d imagine it would be 10 times worse with Itto with me 😭

You were getting ready to get to a Halloween party after work. Your boyfriend, Itto, was going to get dressed before he left his job and meet you over there.

Everything was almost done: You had the deepest red lipstick on that you could find. Your eye makeup was divine. Itto helped you as best he could with your hair this morning. Bless his little monster heart. He doesn't know what he's doing. But you enjoy the time he fusses over you. The strapless bra you wore did a real number on your tits. It made them look so good.

Finally, you were happy with everything and how it looked as it sat or hung on your body. The dress you wore was black. It had fabric around your natural waist that was cinched up so it hugged your curves. The sleeves were pulled off of your shoulders, showing off your clavicle and way too much cleavage. But it was a party. So you opted for less modesty than usual.

You got to the party first. As you greeted your friends you looked around for you boyfriend. He wasn't there yet, so you just wandered around. Hitting up the drink table and grabbing a little snack to avoid getting totally shitfaced before the party had even really begun.

There was an odd feeling that washed over you at one point. You couldn't really pinpoint what it was exactly. But you understood enough to know that you felt like you were being watched.

It was unclear yet if it was a threat or if you were just overreacting. You eventually polished off a few more drinks and went to the bathroom to touch up your lipstick.

You walked down the dark hallway. It wasn't this dark before, was it? Oh well. You pushed open the door and flipped on the light. As you stepped into the small room, some sort of movement caught your attention at the end of the hall.

"Hello? Is - hello? Ugh. I'm losing my fucking mind. It was probably a cat or something." You continued to reapply your dark red lipstick. There was a loud bang behind you. It nearly made you jump out of your skin. "HELLO?? You're not funny, I know someone is there."

You gathered up all of your courage, liquid and otherwise, and looked in the stalls for anyone who would be in there messing around with you.

"Famous last words." You put your lipstick away and took a few steps to the door to pull it open.

But before you had a chance to even grasp the doorknob, you were grabbed from behind. A pair of large hands; one went over your mouth, the other went around your soft waist, pulling you closer to their body.

Their voice was muffled. Almost like they had a bandana on or something obstructing their mouth while they talked. You could at least understand why they were saying to you.

Whoever it was, stuffed their face into your neck and took in a sharp, deep breath. "Mmmuhhhh, fuck yeah. You smell s'good. You look like my next meal. M'gonna eat you. C'mere, slut. You go around looking like this, it's gonna be hard for people to practice self-control. Get your ass in here, bunny. S'time to fuck."

It was a man. That much was clear. He was strong. Too strong for you to get away from him. Though that didn't stop you from trying. But it only made him laugh at your stupid little attempts to free yourself.

You tried biting his fingers but he had his hand cupped around your mouth so that wasn't an option. Fuck, he was strong.

He shoved you into the wall and held you there with his right hand while his left hand shut off the light.

"Now, you're going to do exactly what I fuckin' tell you to, ok bunny?" He said roughly against your bare shoulder. You could feel his hot breath wash over you.

"Look, j-j-just don't hurt me. Please. You want money? I have like $67 dollars in my purse. H-here just let me get it out for you. I'll count to 500 and you can just leave. I - I don't even know what you look like. Please - please, just, please. Please. You don't have to do this. I won't even call the cops! Huh? Good deal, huh?"

You begged and pleaded for this man to not hurt you. He didn't want your money. He didn't want your car.

He wanted your time. He wanted you.

The mask he had on covered anything distinguishing about his face and it was dark anyway. So even if you did look at him, you wouldn't be able to tell a single thing about his looks.

"Stay standing against the wall." He said. "Do you understand?"

You nodded.

"I can't fucking hear you. Use your fuckin' words."

"Yes! Y-yes, I understand. I - I - whatever you w-want."

"Turn around. Put your back against the wall."

"I - I have a boyf---" you tried.

"I don't give a FUCK if you're married to the goddamn President. Fuckin' ... turn ... around."

In a shaky and quiet voice you agreed to do what he was asking of you. "O-ok. Just please, don't hur---"

"If I was going to fucking hurt you don't you think I'd have done it by now?" He demanded. "WELL?!"

"Y-y-y-YES! Ok, yes! Maybe. I don't know! What do you want from me!"

He began inching up your black dress. His hands started at your ankles and ran up your calves. Giving them a light squeeze, he let out a little moan.

"Fffuck. Such a sexy little slut, aren't you, bunny?"

"M-m-mhm. Yep, I-I-I am." Your voice was trembling.

His hands traveled higher up your legs. He pushed them apart and pulled the skirt of the dress over his head. Settling in on his knees, you could feel his lips ghosting over your inner thighs.

It made you shudder. And you hated yourself for this. For all of it. For being so stupid and coming to the party without your boyfriend. For starting to drink without him. For wearing lipstick that needed touching up. For apparently looking so sexy that this asshole couldn't keep his hands off of you.

"Spread 'em." He said.

"N-no. Please ... don---". You tried again.

He sat up on his knees and buried his face in your cunt.

"Well ... well ... welllllll." He said as he traced the edges of where your thigh highs ended. "No panties tonight, huh? Who'd you do this for? You do this for me, bunny? Huh?"

You were short for words as you stood there. This man hiding under your skirt is scaring the shit out of you and turning you on like you've never been turned on in your life.

"Pl-please, this isn't ---"

"Shhh, shh, sh, bunny. Now, I'm going to touch you. And I think you're going to like it. I can clearly see you're already so wet for me. Such a good little slut. Mmm-hmm. You are. Are you ready?"

"N-n-no, no, no ... Not ... oh fuck."

He spread your lips and licked at your clit. It felt so fucking amazing. Your legs nearly bent at the contact. So good. So ... intimate?

"That's right, bunny. Spread those thighs for Daddy, if you don't want a spanking, yeah?"

You assumed a spanking wouldn't be your only punishment if you didn't do what he said. So you held yourself up against the wall and let him work his magic on your pussy.

He pulled at your skin with his fingers and licked at you with the flat of his tongue. His movements were so slow and deliberate that it drove you wild. Your entire body was on fire.

He moved his left hand up to your stomach, pushing up your bra and freeing your tits. He pinched and rubbed at your nipples, making you arch your back and cry out in pleasure.

"Oh, fuck. Oh, fuck. Oh, fuck!" You exclaimed as he pushed a finger inside you.

He was right. You were wet. You were dripping down your thighs and onto his hands and face. The more he touched you, the more you wanted him to.

It was like he had some kind of power over you. Like you were his puppet and he was pulling all the strings.

You couldn't take it anymore. You could feel your orgasm building up in your belly.

He knew it too. He pulled away and looked up at you from his spot on his knees.

"You wanna cum, bunny?"

"NO! P-PLEASE!"

He pushed another finger inside you and began to pump them in and out of your cunt.

"Cum for me, bunny. Cum all over my face. C'mon, bunny."

He sucked on your clit and you couldn't stop yourself. You came, hard.

You could feel yourself pulsing around his fingers as he continued to fuck you.

"Good girl, bunny." He said as he stood up. His voice was hoarse and low.

He pushed his mask up and kissed your face before he said anything more.

"Next time you should cum without my permission. Ok, 'bunny'?"

You knew that voice. You knew that tongue. You knew those hands.

"Itto?! Wha--? What are you doing here?"

He pulled off his mask and smiled. "I've been here the whole time, bunny. You didn't think I'd let you go to a party all by yourself, did you?"

"Wha -- But -- I don't ... I don't understand."

"Oh, I know. You're so fucking adorable when you're confused, baby. Let me explain. See, I was planning this for weeks. I wanted to do something fun for us. Something naughty. Something we'd both like. And this is it. I planned this whole thing out, even down to the costume. You like it?"

You looked at him. You hadn't gotten a real good look at him yet. But he was still dressed in all black, with a leather jacket and a mask. It was hot. You were still trying to wrap your head around it all.

"But how ... when ... holy shit."

Itto grinned. "That part was a surprise for me too. But you've always been good about reapplying your lipstick after you eat or drink a bit. I overheard you talking about it to your friend and followed you in here."

You blushed. "You're psychotic, Itto."

"Yes, bunny. I am. But I'm your psycho. Now, let's get going. We have a Halloween party to get back to."

"Ok, Itto. Whatever you say."

You fixed yourself up, and he held your hand as you walked back to the party.

[rosenallies]

so specific but I was wondering if you’d write an angsty phone sex AU smut prompt where Denali’s in a bad headspace and asks to be degraded and after a minute rosie safewords for her and it just upsets her? yeah <3

no joke this prompt is from literally October and idk of the person who requested this even follows me anymore but I have a migraine wanted to write some phone sex au that wasn’t smutty so I went searching thru my 272636273 unanswered asks in my inbox and found this 😭 I remember the asks prior to this so just for context sometimes when nali is sad she wants mommy to be rough on her but Rosie doesn’t like that shsbs anYway also I scrolled through my whole inbox and found some good prompts that are rlly old that I may do so don’t be surprised if there’s random prompts from like a year ago or more being written😭😭

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Rosé circled Denali knelt on the floor, her best stern look painted on her face, though her head wasn’t into it. When Denali had gotten home from the rink earlier, she wasn’t herself and had practically thrown herself onto Rosé, purring into her ear that she’d been naughty and needed to be put into her place.

Rosé had played into it at first, grabbing her by her hair and kissing her roughly.

It wasn’t until they were getting ready to take things further that Rosé noticed something wasn’t right. Denali stared at herself a little too long in the mirror, that grimace on her face as she raked her eyes over her reflection that told Rosé she was having a low self esteem day. Those days were more rare now, but every now and again they would appear again. Rosé had figured maybe she needed something to take her mind off of the bad thoughts so she let it happen until Denali looked up at her from the floor, begging mommy to please degrade her.

Rosé opened her mouth to speak, but she couldn’t bring herself to follow through.

She sighed, “red, baby, I can’t do this.”

Denali frowned, looking like she was about to cry. “Momma-?”

She helped Denali up and led her to the bed, sitting down beside her. “I don’t want to be rough with you when you’re not having a good day."

Embarrassment curled in Denali’s belly. “I’m sorry,” she whimpered, “I-I thought it would help.”

Rosé shifted closer to her, pulling her against her side. “I wanna make you feel good when you’re not feeling your best, baby. I want to be kind and loving to you.”

“But it does feel good!” She cried out, “I promise!”

Shaking her head, Rosé tutted softly. “I don’t know, you’ve never asked to be degraded when you’re not feeling your absolute best, honey. I know sometimes you like it, but can you be honest with mommy and tell me what’s really on your mind.”

Denali wiped her eyes, sniffling softly. “I-I deserve it. I feel so gross

Rosé felt her stomach ache, wondering if she ever really enjoyed those things. All the times they’d been deep in a scene and Rosé called her names, did she really enjoy it? Or did she just use it to fuel her insecurities?

"No, darling," Rosé cooed, cupping her baby's pretty face in her hand, "You didn't do anything to upset mommy. At first I thought maybe you just needed some release, but now I see that's not true."

Reverting her gaze to the floor, Denali picked at the skin around her fingernails for a moment until Rosé noticed and took her hands. “I’m sorry,” she said, lip wobbling.

“Hey, look at me,” Rosé said softly, “there’s absolutely nothing to apologize for. Can you let mommy help you feel better, hmm?”

She nodded, leaning into Rosé’s arms, breathing in the scent of her vanilla perfume. “Please, mommy.”

“Okay, sweet girl, come here,” she cooed, laying back against the headboard and motioning for Denali to join her. When she did she tucked her safely under her arm, kissing her forehead. “Mommy’s gonna help you feel all better.”

[redandblackpoetry]

ur writing is top-tier so no worries there, and it's very writer of u to say u like to break characters and put them back together. fic writers are a different breed istg LMAO

eldritch monsters and their workings being left vague is actually v interesting to me bc what ppl don't know, they fear, so it's actually a good way to write horror stuff i feel like. however the good lil student in me who has taken kind of detailed biology lessons several years ago says that i am very much grateful for and on board with u giving them a nerf in the sense of needing nutrition bc FUCK IT i tried to explain and continue this sentence but after failing to get out what i wanted to say and deleting my words like 4 times, i've come to the conclusion that i'm too lazy to get into its details but. yeah it makes sense. anyway it's insane to read that cthulhu is ghost's nephew from a neutral point of view, i hope u know. i wanna learn more abt this where is my time machine i need to go to a point of time in which this fic is finished and all my questions are answered so that i can come back and bug u abt how much i loved reading it

also this fic made me google lovecraft a bit and. is it just me or does he look a bit like samuel roukin. am i crazy???? simon riley is canonically h. p. lovecraft confirmed????

for the remembering details stuff, idk abt other readers but i am abysmal at it. which is why i actually forgot u've mentioned roach before, i caught that detail at the time but i wait one day and my brain bluescreens so i was like will roach be here? that's why i reread ur entire fic from the start when there's an update so i don't miss anything. anyway 6-story-tall-but-somehow-still-smol!ghost is like actually one of my favorite things now bc considering what he is and how simon's body is like BUILT is hilarious to me. imagining him pulling the 'but i'm tiny' card on some situation and the rest of the 141 going 'the fuck did u say bitch???' is just amazing. also gaz going 'yes u are' and metaphorically squishing his cheeks would be insanely brilliant, so.

oh and simon and ghost are murder bfs btw. that's their duo name. u can thank me for it later. bUT HOLD THE FUCK UP TF DO U MEAN UR CONSIDERING WRITING THE ONE THING I TOLD U I WAS SCARED OF SEEING??? PLS NO (do it it'd be so funny) (by funny i mean i'd have a breakdown and start sobbing uncontrollably) (do it anyway, i wanna see the world burn)

monsterfucker simon is. i approve. i am physically grinning after reading that paragraph, i hope u know. he's like 'fucking monsters up since 2009' *sees ghost* 'my bad, let me correct myself: fucking monsters since 2009' anyway i am very pleased to have gotten u thinking abt naughty soap/ghost/simon bc. i am like !!!! at the idea of reading ur take on that dynamic v much!!!!!!!! pls soap would be so over his head i am. i'm Interested. (making that my motto these days thanks to u)

mermay roach!!!!!! he's!!!! baby!!!!! he deserves the spotlight!!!!!! yes pls!!!!!!!!! my inbox is open and also i am ready to spare my leftover one and a half neurons for this as it is a worthy cause, tyvm

but yeah venom is my hidden obsession. and now that u've mentioned it yeah that plot is v close to it and. i'm. i'll sob. i'll actually sob wait please venom au goes so hard with ur ghost????? i'll cry i can't believe this fic doesn't exist in this very second, i'll sit down and have a temper tantrum like a 5yo right this second bc all these ideas we've talked abt so far aren't existing in like a 100k+ fic form that i can read to sleep tonight bc that's a travesty, how dare the world inconvenience me like this?????

the length of these asks are making me feel like a poor, stranded wife in the 1900s sending letters to her soldier husband who is off to fight in a war btw. come back home mutual, i miss u <3

Fic writers truly are a different breed, its honestly fascinating how popular hurt/comfort fics are, tho I do understand it

I am constantly at war with myself over how much do I explain versus how much do I leave up to the mystery/horror of it. I'm glad you enjoyed my giving them nutrition! Would you believe I'm kinda terrible with biology and several of the squishy sciences? Because I absolutely am, history and literary analysis was always my stronger suits. And yeah its bonkers to say shit like Cthulhu is Ghost's nephew without any context, you're gonna love the next chapter because family tree shits gonna get crazy

If you invent a time machine can you let me know so I can also read my own fic and take notes?

And I did not realize they looked so similar before! Huh!

And you reread my fic when there's a new chapter??? Can you hear by brain bluescreen?

1,000% thats how it would go, Gaz would be like 'absolutely a tiny and adorable (giant) Ghost', Soap would be somewhere between turned on by the size different and baffled swearing about how hes a big motherfucker, Price would be like 'if Ghost is the small one how big are his kind usually?'

Hell yeah murder boyfriends! (And you're in luck because I sometimes like burning the world)

I'm glad you approve of monsterfucker simon lol, glad I made you smile! Soap would definitely be in over his head, but he would definitely enjoy every minute of it, I think he would like being ruined in the best way possible (and I will accept that motto of yours gladly)

Darling, sweet roach! My problem is I love developing characters and worlds but plot, I suck at making a plot. I might consult your askbox in the future for wisdom

I am also upset that these ideas arent 100k fics and given time I'll roll up my sleeves and say if no one else will I'll do it myself, god I love the idea of a venom au

I will gladly accept your letters while I'm off in the War (different time zone), love hearing from you as always. I await your next letter, beloved mutual as I fight in the trenches of poly 141 ideas

[oreo-creampie]

𝐬𝐦𝐚𝐜𝐤 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐭𝐢𝐥𝐥 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐠𝐞𝐭 𝐬𝐨𝐫𝐞, 𝐬𝐦𝐚𝐜𝐤 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐠𝐢𝐯𝐞 𝐦𝐞 𝐬𝐨𝐦𝐞 𝐦𝐨𝐫𝐞

𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬! jerking off, some cock sucking, begging, praise/degrading, they are sweet but mean, smacking you with a belt, choking you with the same belt, pain kink, light size kink, overstimulation/mindbreak/dumbification, dacryphilia, daddy said three times, squirting, hints of satoru eating suguru’s cum out of you, breeding/creampie

𝐫𝐞𝐪𝐮𝐞𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐝 𝐛𝐲 @devilsfavouritelamb; you prolly already know what I'm about to ask for😭😭 even though I've been crying over Satoru for days, Suguru, and especially how you write him, still has me in such a chokehold- for the 7mini celebration can I ask for Suguru (mean or sweet or both whatever you decide) with dumbification and dacryphilia? And of course, congratulations on 7k🥹🩷🌸 I'm so happy for you!!

𝟏𝟑𝐤 𝐜𝐞𝐥𝐞𝐛𝐫𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧

Fey; I'm so so so so so so so so sorry it took this long, and it was supposed to be for 7k 🫣 this has turned to dust in my inbox with how long it’s been there. Thank you for the wait, thank you for all the support, and thank you for every kind word you have ever said to me, you deserve so much kindness sweetness

“Listen to that her cheeks are clappin’ and her sloppy cunt squechlin’. They are telling you what a good job you’re doing fuckin up her sloppy lil’ cunt.” Satoru spit on his hand, stroking his cock, and gliding his hand through fluffy white hair. His arm softly flexing.

You’re crying “Can’t! Don’t stop! Can’t cum ‘s too much!” Running away from Suguru’s thick cock, twisting your hips gliding his thick cock out. Giving your sore cunt a temporary break, they had been passing you back and forth all weekend.

You’re clawing at the sheets, thick tears trickle down your face. Holding a hand out to Satoru, he grabs your hand and kisses the back of your fingers. “Do you think I'm going to save you from Suguru’s cock? That’s cute.”

Suguru croons, “Look at that our dumb slut thinks she can run away from me.” He yanks you back to the edge of the bed. Causing Satoru to let your hand go. “You’re gonna be a good whore n’ fuckin’ take it.”

Suguru slaps your soft ass with the looped leather belt making your cheek jiggle. Satoru suggests, “Smack her harder for running away. Show her what happens to naughty slut that don't take their cocks like they’re supposed to.”

Suguru leans his head back, closing his eyes and rutting his hard thick cock into your sloppy wet cunt. Loudly groaning, “Fuuuuck! She feels sooo gooood.” Your cunt quivers when he smacks both cheeks harder, leaving them throbbing.

Satoru gets on his knees, grabbing your hair, smacking your cheek with his cock. Crooning, “What are you princess? C’mon tell your daddies what a dirty slut you are for us every night.” Satoru smears his pre-cum on your cheek.

You turn your head to suck on his beautiful cock. Swirling your tongue, moaning loudly, you soft cunt loudly sqleching. Getting getting off on feeling like such a whore with two cocks, one in your face and one ruining your sloppy cunt.

Squirting on Suguru’s thick cock, with a mouthful of cock. Your body is trembling between them, tears trickling down your face. It feels so good to be Suguru’s and Satoru’s whore.

Satoru glides his cock out of your mouth, yanking your head back, “Ya ready to take my cock next? I hope your cunt is sensitive and sore I love makin’ you cry. You look so hot sobbing and begging for more.”

Suguru answers for you, “Mnnn that it good girl make a mess on your daddy’s thick cock.” His cock throbs with a soft pulse you can feel in your sensitive cunt before he cums. It’s so warm and thick and deep in you.

Satoru smirks, “How sweet y'all made a creampie for me to eat.”

all works!

[misshoneyimhome]

What's up buttercups ❤️ We're closing in on the weekend, and it's time for another round of Thirsty Thursday! 👅 My inbox is buzzing with some spicy requests, and I'm all ready to dive into them - Planning to have at least one completed by tonight, and fingers crossed, I'll manage to tackle even more 🙌🏻

{I apologise for being so slow with answering the requests, but even though I try to do it faster, and shorter, I just can’t help it 🙈} So, let's lean back and be a little naughty before we have to be nice on December 1st 🤭😉

[gggoldfinch]

Time zone's baffle me beyond anuthing. It's morning there? Woah. It's night time here. Like, you're doing daytime shit and im getting ready to sleep? This place is so big bruh.

LMAOOO I KNOW RIGHT???? I wish I was getting ready to go to sleep but here I am suffering thru the day 🙄 I’m any case, you should be sleeping, not stopping in my inbox, naughty anon 🫵🏻 sneepy time for you

[crystalbaby12]

Have you or would you ever meet up with a guy just for sex?

I feel like I've answered this before but here we go again. First, I would have to be attracted to said person and them not be an asshole. Secondly, not just anybody can handle all of this *does a body roll* 😂😂

[kingkatsuki]

Ready Player One | Bakugou Katsuki x Reader

This is my submission to the BNHArem Valentines Day collab! The prompt was romance tropes so I decided to do my own spin on long distance relationships. I hope you enjoy it and please check out the other amazing creators here.

Once again a massive thank you to @katsukikitten​ for reading through more of my shit and being so supportive (as always!), and also a special thank you to @mindninjax​ for being so sweet when I was talking about this idea to them and to @tiphandoms​ for giving me the incredible idea for one of the naughty Bakugou scenes in the middle!

Summary: You’d moved to Musutafu to get a fresh start, hoping to create fresh memories to repair the past. What you didn’t expect was for it to be so lonely and isolating, finding it difficult to make new friends in a new city. Deciding to pick up a copy of the latest gaming craze ‘Equilibrium’ in the hopes that you might find some people to help you through the lonely nights or at the very least distract you from feeling so alone. What you don’t expect, however, is to fall in love with Bakugou Katsuki.

Warnings: 18+, m!masturbation (Bakugou has a lot of dirty thoughts about you), f!masturbation, phone sex, sending nudes, cockblocking, sex with feelings, cunnilingus, fingering, praise praise praise, spanking (only a few taps), Bakugou picks us up (we think we’re too heavy, but he’s a pro hero), cumshots, creampie, sweat, overstimulation, multiple orgasms.

Pairing: Bakugou Katsuki x f!reader. 

Word Count: 34.4k

It had been daunting moving to a completely new city where you knew no one, a feeble attempt at starting afresh and hopefully gaining a source of independence. Convincing yourself that you’d try harder to put yourself out there and meet new people, but instead, you found yourself staring out into the coastline each evening. The view from your apartment really was the best part about it, picking it solely for the location. You’d decided to move to the Takoba region of Musutafu, hoping that it would give you the serenity of the coast while still remaining close to the busy hustle and bustle of city life. It helped that the apartments were more than half the price here, although that could also be because your new home was quite literally falling apart.

Your friends from your small hometown kept asking whether you’d met new friends or even found love but you brushed them off each time, telling them that you were talking to a lot of people and enjoying your time here. When in reality the only people you spoke to during your week were the unsociable colleagues at your new office job or the sweet man who ran the Yakitori restaurant downstairs.

The one thing you were glad to have in your new apartment was your gaming setup. A large custom tower computer, paired with your comfortable gaming chair and over-ear headphones. You’d seen numerous advertisements for the new craze online when looking up cheat codes for Legend of Zelda, noticing players everywhere raving about this new MMORPG called Equilibrium. You’d managed to pick up a copy on your way home from work as you placed the disc inside the CD drive, much preferring this method of gaming to digital copies as you began to download the important parts of the game onto your desktop. “Equilibrium” flashed up on the screen as the software booted up, immediately shifting your mouse to select the female avatar as you picked your cosmetics. Choosing a hairstyle not far off from the one you currently had, matching your eye colour and moving on to choosing the perfect outfit.

Once your avatar was created and you joined the home city, you were surprised to see so many players for such a new game. Quickly scrolling the menu to find a team of people to play with as you submerged yourself into this new world. Finding out quickly that the large majority of people playing this game were men, and they’d decided to slide straight into your inbox unprompted.

Vegetasama: Hey, sexy. Are you looking for a good time?

Was he serious? On an MMORPG game? You thought that shit died out in the early 00s, rolling your eyes as you immediately moved to click the ‘block’ button, his avatar instantly vanishing from the city lobby.

Lighteningbolt: I bet you’re even prettier than your avatar.

This is what you hated about these games, the social chat once you’d formed a team made it so easy for these guys to try and chat you up when you just wanted to unwind. It had been fun at first, but your avatar seemed to garner you too much unwanted attention. Sure, you were lonely and could do with the company, but why did they all have to be so crass?

You decided to ignore him as the countdown ran down to sixty seconds, waiting patiently for the game to begin as you gripped your mouse. Hoping that the guy would give up and just play the game with you so you could at least beat the floor boss at this level and make it to the next stage.

Lighteningbolt: Hello? Are you there?

You weren’t expecting the guy to be the best player, one look at his stats board showed him as an average player at best— but you definitely didn’t expect him to die in the first two minutes. Groaning as his avatar disappeared and left you alone to try and beat the boss. Almost impossible now you’d lost your teammate. You sat back in frustration as you watched the large creature loom forward, giving a swing of its axe as it sliced you open.

Lighteningbolt: I’m sorry, I’m not usually that bad.

Lighteningbolt: Let's go again? I’ll do better this time.

Lighteningbolt: Please.

Lighteningbolt: Hello?

You moved the cursor to block him too, debating on whether to just do some training floors alone before closing the game for the night when you noticed a male avatar standing in the corner of the large cityscape. Hovering your mouse over him to see his level.

Level 20.

A pretty low level for him to have custom content already, the sword he was wielding was larger than his avatar, holding it against his back in a similar fashion to a Final Fantasy character. Checking his information to see extremely high stats, the number of hours clocked was also high considering how long the game had been out. It seemed strange that someone with that level was still on the lower floors with you though, looking over at your level 5 indicator. Maybe he was just practising in the meantime to rack up items and points.

You were almost too shy to message him, nervous that he’d brush you away instantly when he looked at your stats- but it wasn’t your fault you were stuck with players that cared more about jacking off than playing the actual game. And it helped that he seemed to be one of the only active players on this level that hadn’t tried to chat you up. Chancing your luck as you clicked onto his avatar-

You: Hey, are you looking for a teammate for the raid boss? :)

LordExplosion: Can you keep up?

You furrowed your brows at his response, this prick really thought he was better than you. Probably yet another guy that took one look at your avatar and assumed you were here for aesthetics and not the actual gameplay.

You: Can you?

LordExplosion: Rich from someone that just lost their last battle.

You groaned, remembering Lighteningbolt that had ended up dying in the first round.

You: That was because of the guy on my team, not me.

LordExplosion: If you think I’m just going to help you coast time the higher floors you’d be wrong.

You: Just one fight, if I’m shit you can drop me.

LordExplosion: Damn right if you’re shit I’m dropping you.

Most of the guys online were trying to start convos with you because of how your avatar looks. Joining a team with other people and the only person that hasn’t tried to chat you up is this guy, in fact, he’d done the opposite. Pretty much insulting you as you joined the lobby with him as your teammate.

LordExplosion: Just keep your eyes on the boss

You: I know how to play.

LordExplosion: Do you?

The clock slowly counted down to zero as the smoke began to clear and the floor boss was revealed once more, noticing the way he stepped forward almost to protect you while you held your scythe. Managing to kill any of the smaller monsters that tried to attack him while he focused on hitting the floor boss with his sword. The length made it easier to hit with long-distance attacks whilst avoiding the arms that reached out to swipe at him.

You watched the health bar continue to fall as your fingers repeatedly pressed the “s” key, rolling the cursor to select a potion as you offered it to LordExplosion, boosting his health when his bar went below thirty. His avatar was huge in comparison to your own, the male character over double your size as he completely towered over you. Trying to stop your imagination from running wild as you continue healing him, your eyes skim the screen to check the countdown before looking back to see other characters already knocked out by the villain.

Pure adrenaline coursed through your veins at the sight of the villain's bar nearing zero, this was the closest you’d ever come to defeating any floor boss, continuing to try your hardest to protect your teammate, finally killing all of the smaller monsters so you could help attack the main boss. Watching as you both landed a strike that had the health bar going to nothing, the villain breaking into a million glittery pieces as he disappeared from your screen. The reward splash page showed up to reveal your rewards as you grinned at your bounty.

LordExplosion: Alright, I’ll give it to you extra, you’re not bad.

You: I practically saved your ass in there. If I hadn’t have healed you, you woulda died!

LordExplosion: I fucking had it.

You: I’m sure you did :)

LordExplosion: Piss off. You’re probably just button smashing anyway.

He was crude and cocky, but at least he wasn’t flirting with you the same way the other guys were. It was almost humorous the way he bit back at you with his own petty comments.

You: So have I done enough to form a team with you, LordExplosion sir?

LordExplosion: Whatever. Just make sure that wasn’t a fluke.

You were excited to discover a new area as you both began to run through the basic trials on this floor, collecting supplies as you continued to both increase in level.

LordExplosion: What the fuck is up with your avatar anyway?

You: What’s wrong with it?

You glared at the screen in confusion, you’d spent so long creating your avatar you wanted it to be perfect and you thought it was- the little extension of you was really cute.

LordExplosion: It’s usually fat single old losers that have avatars like that.

I mean, he did have a point. The few people you’d talked to in-game with female avatars had all turned out to be creeps that tried to flirt with your avatar and you.

You: Yeah, well I picked it because I thought it looked cute.

LordExplosion: Course you did.

You could hear the condescension through the keyboard as you watched him continue to type.

LordExplosion: Surprised you didn’t pick the bikini too.

You remembered seeing that outfit in the custom shop, part of the premium content that made up the game. The outfit made for female avatars consisted of a black one-piece suit and a hefty utility belt that held grenades, guns and knives, paired with a thigh-high pair of boots that actually looked like something you’d want to wear- if you could pull them off. Scoffing when you’d noticed the price for it was around 1500¥, a ridiculous amount to spend on something that wouldn’t enhance gameplay much outside aesthetics and thinking about the number of men that probably purchased it without a second thought just to see their avatar wearing it. There was no way you’d ever pay that for a custom outfit, no matter how empowered it would make you feel.

You: I would’ve if it was free content.

LordExplosion: You sure you’re not a guy?

You: Piss off.

LordExplosion: Whatever.

LordExplosion: You better upgrade your weapons if you’re gonna fight with me, a scythe will only get you so far.

You: It’s got me this far.

You scoffed, he was the one fighting with an over the top sword like this was Final Fantasy and he wanted to make fun of your scythe.

LordExplosion: I think you’ll find I got you this far, sweetheart.

You: I would’ve got here without you, asshole.

LordExplosion: Oh yeah? With who?

He had a point, you’d been struggling to find someone competent enough to reach this level for days, becoming tired of the game when you realised how heavily it relied on having friends that played with you or purchasing custom content.

LordExplosion: Bet you watched one episode of Soul Eater and decided on that hah? No wonder you couldn’t find a partner.

You: I found you didn’t I?

You smirked in satisfaction when he didn’t reply for a moment, clearly lost for words as you navigated back to the game to scroll through the available lobbies again, trying to find one that you could both do in this new unexplored area.

LordExplosion: Felt sorry for you.

You: Yeah, right. I’m the best you’ve had, don't lie.

LordExplosion: Tch, whatever princess. Hurry the fuck up and heal yourself there’s a new raid starting in five.

You couldn’t help the elation inside you when he’d call you princess, your eyes rereading the message as you felt a heat begin to rise inside you. Forgetting to click the room link he’d sent on the screen as you committed the words to memory.

LordExplosion: Oi, hurry the fuck up.

You: Sorry.

You quickly clicked into the room as you watched the timer beginning to decrease, looking at the other teams that sat in there with you. Noticing even these players were still lower levels than LordExplosion was, even though some of them also wielded custom content. Taking a chance before the raid began you moved back to your chat to ask him one final question.

You: Why we’re you still on the lower floors? Your level is way higher than everyone else’s.

LordExplosion: Hadn’t found the right person to play with yet.

LordExplosion: What the fuck was that?

You: What do you mean?

LordExplosion: You nearly got taken out by an NPC and you’re asking me what do I mean? You know what I fucking mean.

You’d learned early on playing with Bakugou that he got quite heated during gameplay, often ignoring any messages you tried to send in your chat in favour of what you assumed was button smashing on the other side of the screen. His character doing moves you weren’t even sure how to execute, even after playing for the few weeks you had together. Although you had learned to tell the difference between when he was annoyed and when he was angry, his uppercase rants a clear indication of the latter. He’d even ragequit the game one evening after he’d accidentally sent his character hurdling off a cliff when he jumped to avoid the swing of an axe by an NPC.

You: I didn’t see him coming, it’s not my fault he was disguised as a tree.

LordExplosion: You've gotta be fucking joking.

You: Are we not even going to talk about you dropping the sword? I didn’t even think that was possible in these games.

LordExplosion: SHUT THE FUCK UP

You: Oh upper case, I’m so scared.

LordExplosion: Maybe if you weren’t so shit at the game I wouldn’t have done it.

You: Why don’t you find another partner then?

You know he wouldn’t, not after the number of floors you’d managed to pass together in the last few weeks. You genuinely enjoyed playing with LordExplosion, it was refreshing to find someone just as invested in the storyline as you, as well as being completely reliable. He was always online, no matter what time of the day you logged on. Often asking him what he’d been doing in terms of gameplay when you hadn’t been online and he’d always reply the same “training”. Often giving you extra items he’d managed to find on his side quests so you could add them to your inventory just in case.

The more time you spent online with him, the more you managed to forget the crippling loneliness moving to this city had brought you. No longer trying to think of ways to find new friends in your area, or spending nights feeling alone. You were more than content spending every evening with LordExplosion, and you’d become genuinely grateful for his friendship- even if he was blunt, crass and frankly irritating at times. He’d made you feel less alone when no one else had. Maybe it was the fact that you’d made absolutely no progress on making friends in the city, maybe it was the loneliness and isolation you felt in the moment but you wanted to know more about him.

You’d created this idealised picture of him in your mind over the last few weeks, the lack of information about him affording you the luxury to fantasise about what he looked like or how he sounded. Thinking up romanticised scenarios in your mind about what it would be like to meet him in real life and actually go out together, or maybe even just play the game side by side so you could see how he looked when he played. Whether he had a gaming set up like you, or he just lounged on the couch using a laptop. It was silly really, thinking up these scenarios in your mind because none of it really mattered if you were never going to meet him. Just another stranger online to help you feel a little less lonely and isolated, but thinking up these scenarios made you feel warm inside.

Convinced he was probably located on the other side of the world to you since his schedule seemed to be so erratic. No matter what time of the day you logged on he was there, and he had to sleep at some time right? But either way, you’d still wanted to know more about him… What he did for work, how old he was, his favourite foods. Things that friends should know, and he was your friend now right?

You: Where do you live?

LordExplosion: Why? You being a creep now? Are you sure you ain’t one of the pervy old fuckers you were trying so hard to avoid?

You: I was just trying to find out more about you since we’re friends now.

LordExplosion: Who said we were friends?

You: Don’t try and lie, you know you enjoy my company. Why else would you be indoors on a Saturday night?

LordExplosion: Maybe I just like my own company, princess.

You: Then why talk to me?

You waited for him to respond but after a few minutes, you began to feel guilty. You could understand his trepidation in not wanting to disclose too much information to you. After all, even though it had been a few weeks since you’d started communicating, you were still very much a stranger online. He knew next to nothing about you, and you knew nothing about him.

You: Sorry for being too personal :(

You sat up from your gaming chair as you stretched your arms above your head, trying to help the blood flow through to your stiff joints as you made your way into your kitchen to grab a drink. If LordExplosion didn’t want to disclose any information about himself to you, you supposed it was okay. You were still grateful to have him to talk to, helping you feel a lot less alone. And it was like having someone you could talk to about anything and it didn’t matter because he didn’t know who you were. Complaining to him about your job, your recent move, how hard it had been to try and make friends. And he’d listened to everything.

Coming back to your desktop to sit back down you were happy to see that he’d replied, taking a sip of your drink as you read across the screen.

LordExplosion: I know you only wanna know so you can stalk me, ya little creep.

You: Trust me, I have way better things to be doing than stalking you.

LordExplosion: Like playing games online?

You: You’re doing the exact same thing before you start thinking you’re cooler than me!

You sent the message back to him paired with an angry emoji.

LordExplosion: Oh, I know I’m way cooler than you princess, just look at me.

You could see him twirling his avatar in the game as the character brandished his sword back and forth, rolling your eyes as you grinned.

You: Oh yeah, SO cool.

LordExplosion: That’s right, sweetheart.

You: If I ask you something else are you going to reply?

LordExplosion: Depends what it is.

You: What about your favourite food?

LordExplosion: Why?

You: Well we’re friends now. I'm just trying to ask more about you, get to know each other better since we’ve teamed up a lot.

LordExplosion: Found a raid lobby.

A splash screen appeared with a team battle against an NPC, clicking into it as it immediately added your avatar into the lobby along with his as you moved back to the chatbox.

You: You’re not going to try and ignore me asking your favourite food now, are you? I’m hardly going to show up to your house to kill you with takoyaki balls.

LordExplosion: Get your head in the game, the lobby closes in 30 seconds.

You smiled at his response, it was okay if he didn’t want to tell you anything about himself. He didn’t know anything about you either, to him you were probably another stranger on the internet and he was only interested in teaming up for the game. And if that was all it was then you supposed it was fine, you still appreciated the contact each night. Being able to talk to someone that wasn’t trying to grab your socials or dirty talk through an online game. You prepared the cursor to start the battle when you noticed a final notification ping, signalling a new message.

LordExplosion: Mapo tofu, extra spicy.

You grinned at his response as the countdown ticked down to zero, the screen slowly opening up as the fog cleared and your avatar sat beside his on the world map. Noticing the way he stepped in front of you as he always did when the battles commenced, as though he was trying to protect you with his life. Even though he knew exactly what you were capable of in battle, you’d shown him time and time again.

LordExplosion: Are you there?

LordExplosion: Fucks sake.

LordExplosion: I swear to god.

LordExplosion: FUCKING MOVE DUMBASS.

You panicked as you let your focus go back to the game, just in time to have a giant swing its bat towards your avatar, blocking it with your scythe as you jumped back.

You: Shit sorry.

You tried to type a response at the same time as fighting.

LordExplosion: Just fucking focus.

You tore your attention from the chat box to try and redeem yourself in battle, wincing when you realised your health bar was already halved. Managing to dodge an attack from a rabid looking goblin as you swung your scythe, hitting it in the side as it fell to the ground. Glancing back up to see your health bar now back at one hundred, realising that LordExplosion must have stopped to help you heal yourself.

LordExplosion: What the fuck was that? You decide to paint your nails halfway through?

You: I’m sorry, I was thinking about something.

LordExplosion: Like what?

You: It’s nothing.

LordExplosion: Yeah, well nothing almost cost us. It would be a lot easier to talk on mic while we play.

Was he asking you to voice chat?

You: You want to voice chat with me?

LordExplosion: That’s what I said, dumbass. For the game.

You couldn’t deny hearing him say that it was just because of gameplay hurt, wishing that he wanted to talk to you just as much as you wanted to talk to him.

LordExplosion: At least that way I can make sure you’re paying attention.

During the day you found yourself missing him, spending hours at your desk hoping the clock would move faster so you could get home to log into the game, just to chat to him again. It became less about playing and more about him, giving you something to look forward to instead of the mundane reality of life. There wasn’t an app or mobile version of the game yet so it meant the only times that you could talk to LordExplosion was when you were both online. Wondering if this was how he felt about you when you were at work if he missed you the same way.

Noticing a soft melody began to chime out from your speakers as he initiated the call, both your avatars were now on the screen as it showed a bright green button for ‘accept’ or a dark crimson for ‘decline’. Hovering your cursor over the green for a moment before you clicked, listening as the sweet jingle turned to a soft rustle.

“Bout fuckin’ time,” The voice on the other end rasped, “I thought you’d gone to bed.”

“H-hey,” You couldn’t believe you were stuttering, suddenly feeling completely vulnerable and exposed, even though he couldn’t see you. Nervously worrying that he didn’t like the tone of your voice, or that you’d say something stupid.

“Finally I’ll be able to tell you what to do and make sure you ain’t slacking.”

“I wasn’t even slacking, Lo-” You were about to call him by his gaming handle and it made you feel so stupid, “Can I ask what I should call you? I feel stupid referring to you as LordExplosion every time.”

“I dunno, sweetheart. Kinda like the sound of it coming from you,” You could hear the cocky tone to his voice through the speakers, “Makes me feel important.”

“Shut up,” You laughed, easing back against your chair as you lay your head back against the headrest, “Lucky you didn’t make your handle LordExplosion-sama.”

“That was my next choice,”

“Stop it,” You scoffed, unable to hide the smile on your face as you took another sip of your drink, “There’s no way I would’ve called you that.”

“That’s what you think, princess.” He scoffed.

“It’d take some real convincing,” You let out an airy laugh as you heard him ‘tch’ on the other side of the line.

“There’s still time.”

“Yeah, good luck with that.” You were surprised how easily he’d managed to steal your nerves and pack them away, freeing you from the aching swirl of trepidation in your stomach.

“Bakugou.”

“What?” He’d spoken so softly you weren’t sure you’d even heard him. The word caught you off guard as you suddenly found yourself sitting forward in your seat, moving closer to the screen as though that would help you hear him better.

“You can call me Bakugou.”

“Bakugou.” You repeated, testing the name on your tongue. Was that his name? You felt so silly that finding out this little piece of information made your heart speed up, quickly giving your name in return, but of course, he didn’t use it.

“Yeah okay, dumbass. Can we get back to the game now? There’s another lobby open.” You could hear him typing on the other side of the line and he’d already sent you the invitation that you were quick to click on.

“Oh, yeah sure!” Watching as your avatar was teleported into the waiting room beside his avatar.

“Are you watchin’ the clock this time, sweetheart?” Bakugou grunted, “You know what you’re doing? You gotta get the big, bad monster over there.”

“Shut up,” A laugh left your body in the form of an embarrassing snort, cringing at how unattractive you probably sounded to him.

Why were you even worried about sounding unattractive? It’s not as though it mattered, he knew absolutely nothing about you save for the limited information you’d given him over the last few weeks.

“If that fuckin’ prick with the shuriken comes in again I’m gonna lose my fuckin’ shit,” He growled, watching as the raid lobby began to fill up with other teams, “Last time he threw them at a tree and nearly took me out from behind.”

“I didn’t know he was gonna be so terrible,” You smiled, remembering the way Bakugou had shouted at you that you should’ve helped to protect him, “I don’t even know how he got this high up.”

“Probably leaching off other players,” Bakugou scoffed, “Or spending mummy and daddy’s money. Fuckin’ kids.”

“It’s alright, if I see him again, I’ll accidentally knock him with my scythe.” You laughed, watching as the clock began the familiar countdown to zero.

“If I don’t get him first, stupid prick.” He sneered.

“Alright, let's go.” You smiled when the arena opened up for you, immediately falling in line behind Bakugou’s character as you made your way towards the edge of the board.

“The guide said there’d be some chests to collect in the cave, so we better get ‘em before anyone else.” Bakugou’s avatar gave a fast swing to a tree that tried to reach out to grab him, breaking its foliage as he led the way.

“You actually read a guide for this?” You laughed, “I didn’t realise you were such a nerd.”

“Shut up, dumbass.” You could hear the embarrassment in his voice, “You should be grateful I am so I can level us up faster.”

“For us?!” You replied sarcastically, laughing when you heard him groan on the other side, “I’m so thankful, LordExplosion. What would I do without you?”

“Yeah, yeah. Pay attention, I don’t wanna have to waste any potions on your dumb ass.”

“It’s just through here,” Bakugou made a beeline for the cave that sat in the centre of the screen, quickly moving behind him as you noticed a hoard of bats begin to tumble from the darkness.

“Oh, shit- WHAT THE FUCK WAS THAT?” You heard Bakugou scream on the other side of the line, the scared high-pitched tone to his voice had you breaking out into roaring laughter.

“B-Ba-akugou,” You managed to get out between fits of giggles as you heard him begin to grumble on the other side of the line as you tried to catch your breath back, your vision blurry with wet tears as you kept your hands on the keyboard. Trying hard to pay attention, but it was difficult when you heard the man muttering on the other side of the screen.

“I didn’t know that was gonna happen, shut the fuck up-” He grunted, noticing movement as trolls begin to run towards the pair of you, “Oi, pay fuckin’ attention- heads up.”

You tried to calm yourself down to focus on the game, your cheeks ached from how much you were smiling as you swung your weapon towards the creatures. Each of them were low level so relatively easy to defeat as Bakugou slipped by and went towards the chests, your scythe still swinging in motion as you protected him from any more possible ambushes.

“Oh, fuck yeah.” He grinned as he began to collect the bounty, packing it into his inventory to share with you later as you kept an eye on your health.

“Have you almost got it all, the timer is running down?” You noticed the clock turn red as it began to countdown the final sixty seconds on this raid.

“Yeah, yeah. I’m goin’, I’m goin’, princess.” He opened the final chest just in time for the clock to hit zero. Your rewards flashed up on the screen as you looked at the volume of gold you’d managed to amass from such a simple task.

“Oh my god, that was so fun.” You had tears in your eyes as you wiped at them with the sleeves of your oversized hoodie, “I can’t believe you screamed when the bats flew out of the cave.”

“They just caught me off guard okay. It didn’t say anywhere there was gonna be fuckin’ bats.” He grumbled, and you were certain if you could see him on the other side of the screen he would be pouting.

“It’s a cave, what did you think there would be? Butterflies?” You laughed even harder when you heard him tell you to ‘fuck off’ on the other side of the line.

You couldn’t remember the last time you’d felt this happy. Bakugou seemed to be able to elicit these feelings inside of you without even trying, your face ached from smiling so much and you almost felt sick from the sheer number of butterflies that were erupting in your stomach.

“Bet you like having this as an option, hah? So you can talk back to me in real-time.”

“You love it though.” You hummed.

“Love what? Shouting at you? Yeah, I do.” His voice softened, lowering an octave as he left a comfortable silence on the line. The gentle sound of him click-clacking against his keyboard filled your headphones and you let it soothe you as you sat back in your computer chair.

You glanced up at the clock as you were shocked to find out it was already two in the morning, groaning internally when you realised you had to be up for work in less than four hours. You didn’t want to leave, debating whether you should stick around for one more game, but your body was screaming for rest.

“I’ve gotta go, it’s getting kinda late.” You spoke into the mic softly, hearing Bakugou exhale on the other side of the screen as though he’d realised how late it was but hoped that you wouldn’t.

“I get it, I’ll talk to you tomorrow.” He rasped, “Goodnight.”

“Goodnight,” You repeated.

You had to do a double-take as you replayed his last words in your mind— he’d actually called you by your name. Smiling softly as you shut down your computer, padding across the room to climb into bed. Snuggling beneath your duvet you wrapped it tightly around you, falling asleep to thoughts of him.

“Behind you.”

“Shit,” You squealed, smashing the buttons on your keyboard as you were hit with the swing of a troll’s club.

“I thought you knew how to play.” Bakugou scoffed as he continued slashing his sword in front of him, “This fuckers a sponge, can’t kill ‘im.”

“Aim for the eyes,” You swung your scythe, trying to hit but missing the mark.

“Don’t tell me what to do,” He growled, “Remember who’s the higher fuckin’ level.”

“Aww, is LordExplosion sad? You gonna ragequit again?” You laughed as you dodged the swing from his sword as it flew by the troll, “Oi, watch it!”

“Oh, sorry about that, sweetheart.” He replied sarcastically, “My bad.”

You’d been lucky to find Bakugou- In the weeks since you’d first voice chatted for the first time, you’d learned a lot more about him, the comfort of hearing a voice on the other side of the screen made it easier to reveal more information to each other about yourselves. Like another layer had been peeled to help you become that much closer, finding out things about him that he hadn’t wanted to share before. He told you that he lived alone, although his friends would often come round to pester him frequently. Completely removing the thought that he was still a forty-year-old man living at home with his parents, although you wondered how he could afford his apartment and all the extra paid in-game content without a job. Sharing more about his favourite movies, favourite games, the things he enjoyed doing outside playing with you and more importantly he listened. It felt good to finally have someone that you could be yourself around, someone that didn’t know you in real life so you didn’t have to try and put up a facade to make yourself sound more interesting than you actually were. And you’d levelled up. Clocking so many hours of the game, you’d both managed to hit the higher floors, unlocking more of the free content as you began to increase your inventory.

It was honestly comforting to have him to talk to, you would’ve called him a friendly voice if half his time wasn’t spent shouting during gameplay. But it was still a comfort to you, someone actually acknowledging you when you felt so alone in this new town.

“Do you wanna do one more?” You smiled, already scrolling the lobbies to find another suitable one for you both.

He’d helped you upgrade your scythe, complaining that “if you’re going to keep using that fuckin’ scythe you might as well make sure it’s the best one.” Gifting you the item one night so it sat in your inventory when you woke up one morning. Immediately sending a message to him in-game that he shouldn’t have spent money on you, that you were playing just fine with the equipment you had. “Don’t fuckin’ fuss, princess. I had a gift card.” You rolled your eyes at the response but still felt your heart warm at the sentiment.

“You know it’s four your time, sweetheart. Don’t you have work in the morning?”

“Oh shit,” You picked up your phone to check the time, noticing the screen illuminated at 4.05am. You hadn’t realised it had got so late so quickly.

“Don’t you have to go to bed too?” You coaxed, hoping he might give some indication on where in bed world he was based. You’d told him your timezone quite quickly, explaining why you were always online outside work. But of course, you tried to make it sound better than it actually was- telling him you didn’t really like partying and much preferred to stay in during the cold winter months. Musutafu amassed a lot of snow in the winter, and paired with the coastal breeze you weren’t exactly lying. You’d found out Bakugou also fiercely hated the cold too, much preferring warmer climates as you tried to guess where he lived. Time Zones usually the easiest way to guess someone's location- but he always seemed to be online. Whenever you logged in he was there, leading you to believe he was probably another one of those nerdy gamers that lived with his parents and played constantly. But you almost liked that about him? It meant he was always there when you needed him, when you felt lonely.

“Nah, I’m okay.” He hummed.

“I realise I never asked you what you do for work?” Maybe he was one of those entrepreneurs that had their own business from their bedroom, or maybe he worked from home as call centre staff or support techs. He definitely knew a lot about computers, and he typed at an obscene pace. Either way, you still felt guilty that he was spending money on you because the salary for those jobs couldn’t be the greatest.

“I’m just takin’ some time off.” He went quiet, and you felt like you’d hit a sore spot for him, wondering if he didn’t have a job at all and he was just trying to cover it up.

“Oh, like a holiday?” You played off, suddenly feeling even worse that he was continuing to purchase in-game content for you.

“Something like that.” You heard the pause before he answered, obviously debating the right thing to say.

“What did you do for work before?” You were curious what kind of fields he worked in, hoping that it may give you an indication of what he was actually like.

“Before?” He growled, “Are you tryin’ to call me a bum? I’ve got a fuckin’ job.”

“I didn’t mean that-” You mumbled, “I just meant like what were you doing before your time off-”

“I told you, I’m just takin’ leave.”

“Okay, but what do you do?” You couldn’t help it, you wanted to make sure that he wasn’t making himself financially unstable in order to buy things for you.

“What is this? A fuckin’ interrogation?” He snarled, “You sure you ain’t a cop?”

“No, I’m sorry.” You mumbled, “I didn’t mean to get too personal.”

“Tch, whatever.” He went silent on the other side of the line, but you could hear his fingers angrily jabbing at his keyboard and mouse as you both sat in silence.

“I just like spending time with you a lot, Bakugou.” You murmured, “It was real hard moving here alone, but you’ve made it so much better.”

“You should go out more, try and meet people-”

“But I did meet people, I met you.”

“You ain’t got a clue where I live, or what I do sweetheart.” He scoffed, “I could be a mass murderer for all you know.”

“I doubt that,” You smiled, “You spend all your time online with me.”

“You don’t know, could have my victims here with me right now.” He smirked.

“Is that why you don’t wanna talk about your job? Because you’re a murderer?”

“You got me.” You could hear the teasing tone to his voice as static played through your headphones, a subtle rustling on the other side as you heard him adjust in his chair.

“So we can play one more game?” You moved your focus back to your game as you began to look for a raid to do together.

“Go to sleep,” You heard a tired exhale of breath on the other side of the phone.

“But you’re not going to sleep are you? I can do one more game-”

“Don’t you have work in the mornin’?” He questioned.

“It’s okay, if I’m late, I’m late.” You were convinced the office manager didn’t even know you were there most of the time anyway, but you didn’t want to pull yourself away from him.

“Don’t be losing your job because of me, princess.” He scoffed, “You’ll make me feel like an asshole.”

“I thought you said you were an asshole anyway.” You teased.

“Yeah, I fuckin’ am.” He scoffed, a laugh suddenly filling your earphones and you felt your heart tighten. He sounded so fucking good.

“So one more game?”

“Nah, go to bed,” He rumbled, “I should probably take a nap too anyway.”

“Oh, okay.” You couldn’t hide the sadness in your voice.

“Anyway, I’ll be home when you’re finished with work tomorrow if you wanna get a few early games in?”

Your heart picked back up in excitement, that sounded perfect.

“Yeah, I’ll be there.” You smiled.

“Alright, night.” He spoke softly.

“Night, Bakugou.”

You’d spent your entire day clock watching, managing to stumble into the office on time after getting two hours sleep. Your entire body aching from being shoved into the corner of a train carriage as it journeyed into the city, doing your best to find some space in the overcapacity carriage. The commute was the worst part about living out by the coast, no matter what time you ventured to work you were always sandwiched against the multitude of people following you into the city for work or school.

The clock had tortured you the entire day, seemingly ticking a fraction slower as though it knew you were especially excited to leave work on time today. Trying to distract yourself with the tower of paperwork that had been left on your desk overnight, thumbing through it to try and organise the pile in order to make your day a fraction easier. There was no denying that working at Manual’s agency was exciting, being able to say you worked for the old Pro who was very much still in the top 50 rankings was exciting. But his and his sidekicks' ability to do paperwork left much to the imagination, grimacing when you lifted up a piece of paper with the tips of your fingers. The surface was stained in a green shade of mucus as it stuck to the pages below it, heaving a sigh as you set it to the floor to the side of your desk– you’d deal with that one later. Taking a sip of water before you chanced another look at the clock, only ten minutes had passed by since you last checked. It was going to be a long day.

Trying to focus on the paperwork in front of you as you glared at the date, two months ago and it had just appeared on your desk today. It was an old report from the building collapse in Gifu prefecture, the event so catastrophic that it had made national news. Manual and his team had been sent in to assist with the cleanup and rescue of civilians since it was one of the closest to the implosion, reading through the report as you read through the events that took place that day from the point of view of one of Manual’s heroes.

Pro-Hero Red Riot managed to hold the building off as long as possible while backup and emergency services made their way to the scene. Dynamight was present but managed to get hit by falling debris that caught his leg, rendering him immobile. We managed to use our quirks in order to extinguish the fires that had been set due to Dynamight’s quirk and help Red Riot to apprehend the villain who was taken into custody-

You stopped reading as your eyes widened in surprise. You’d moved into the city recently, but you already knew how popular Dynamight was as a Pro-Hero. It was impossible to avoid the news that he’d been taken out of action by this attack on the city, the news plastered on every available tabloid and magazine, as well as page after page of information online. It felt surreal to be in such a position to read up on what had actually happened at a crime scene instead of reading second-hand accounts from people that weren’t even there. Those keyboard warriors trying to elaborate on every story in order to sell more papers, but this was so real.

Thankful to those heroes that were keeping the city safe for people like you.

Red Riot left the villain with the local police department as he accompanied Dynamight to the local hospital. Medical files updated with injuries for Ba-

“Hey,” Your colleague called out to you as they stepped back inside the office, “I’m back so you can head for lunch now if you want.”

“Oh, great. Thanks.” You smiled, piling the paperwork up again as you moved to file it away, grabbing your bag as you made your way towards the gardens outside the agency building to eat your lunch.

You: Bakugou?

You: Are you on?

You: Is your status just set to offline to fuck with me, asshole?

You: Very funny.

You: Hello???

You glanced at the clock, you were home a little later than usual thanks to the excessive crowds at the train station, but you weren’t that late. Bakugou had told you that he’d be home the entire day today, so maybe he was just messing about.

You: Come on Bakugou, stop being a dick.

You: Are you scared of losing? ;)

But the more messages you sent him, the more you began to worry, he was always online when he said he would be. That was the one thing that drew you to Bakugou, and that he said drew him to you. That you were both reliable.

You: Bakugou, are you okay? You’re always online and now I’m worried.

You: Look, I’m sorry I asked too many personal questions last night.

You: I didn’t mean to upset you.

You: Please don’t stop talking to me. I promise I won’t ask anything about you ever again.

You: Bakugou?

You: I’m sorry.

You felt so embarrassed over the sheer number of messages you’d sent a stranger online, but after all these weeks he felt like more than that. You’d found so much comfort in him when it felt like you were ready to break down and head back to your hometown, a disappointment to your friends and family. Yet another thing you’d tried to do and failed, but you’d felt so much comfort with Bakugou. He’d made you feel a little less alone, and far more empowered than you thought you could ever be. He was the reason that you got yourself out of bed in the morning and began your day, the reason you were smiling in the evening when you weren’t just sitting there alone watching reruns of trashy reality TV shows. It felt ridiculous to be upset over this, because to him you were probably just another player two online, someone that he could replace in a couple of minutes just by scrolling the city map. Leaving the game running as you moved to a more comfortable seat, switching the television on as you flopped back against your couch. Snuggling against the fabric as you felt your eyes get heavy, the lack of sleep from the night before finally catching up with you as you fell into slumber.

LordExplosion: 20 messages? Jesus christ, sweetheart. What the fuck is going on?

LordExplosion: I know you’re there, it shows you online.

LordExplosion: You better not be playing with someone else.

LordExplosion: For fucks sake.

The ring to indicate an incoming call from the game woke you up, blinking blearily as you squinted at your phone screen, thinking it was the source of the noise. The time showing 1.23am, turning your head towards your desktop computer as the screen illuminated with an incoming game call invitation from LordExplosion. Scrambling out of bed to answer it as you let his voice ring out over the speakers, your headphones lay forgotten beside the computer as you used the desktop microphone.

“Bakugou?”

“Yeah ‘m here, sweetheart.” His familiar voice rasped through your ears, glad to hear him after you’d begun to think the worst.

“I thought you didn’t want to talk to me anymore.” You felt tears begin to well up in your eyes as you thought about the chance that he may not want to talk to you again after prying too much.

“I can fuckin’ see that. So many messages.” He scoffed before going silent for a moment, hearing your sniffles on the other end of the line, “Are you crying?”

“No,” You mumbled shyly.

“You fuckin’ are-” He rasped, “What you fuckin’ cryin’ for?”

“It’s just good to hear from you, I was worried.” You sniffled, using the sleeve of your oversized sweater to rub the moisture from your eyes.

“Yeah, I got called back into work today. Last minute.” He heaves a sigh, rubbing his face.

“Oh, it’s good they asked you back in.” You smiled, trying to hide the sadness in your voice that this meant that you might not be seeing as much of him as usual, “Did they give you a schedule?”

“I don’t get a schedule like most people, sweetheart.” He scoffed, “I could be called in at any time, and I work days and nights.”

“Oh, that’s a lot.” You worried your lip between your bottom lip as you tried to work out what kind of job would require that. Maybe he was a nurse or something similar in the medical profession? Or a cop-

“Yeah, it can be.” He shrugged, “But I’ll be glad to get out of the house. It’s been a long fuckin’ time coming.”

“I’m happy for you,” You smiled, “Whatever your job is, I hope you enjoy it.”

You both sat in silence for a few minutes after this, bouncing your knee slightly as you tried to think of something else to say to fill the quiet.

“I’m a Pro-Hero.”

“What?” You raised a brow, confusion evident in your tone as you had to repeat what he’d said in your head. A Pro-Hero? There was no way.

“I know you been askin’ me over and over what my job is,” He sighed, “Been putting off telling you for a while.”

You smiled that he’d felt comfortable enough to open up to you and tell you his profession now, imagining how draining a job like that must be.

“I was off sick with an injury,” Bakugou rasped, “Someone bought me this game to help take my mind off it,”

He’d been recovering from an injury at work, which is why he was always online- you weren’t even sure if you believed him at this point. You’d seen the sheer number of hours Manual clocked at his agency, there was no way he’d find the time to play so many hours of an online game. Even when he’d been taken out of action for a few weeks, you’d seen him constantly on his phone at the office, trying to micromanage everyone. But you wondered why he’d lie to you.

“Wasn’t even gonna fuckin’ play,” He said to himself more than you, “The people in the game are annoying as fuck.”

“So why did you?” You held your breath as you waited for his answer.

“Had nothin’ else to do,” He chewed the inside of his mouth.

He’d been feeling lonely and useless, just like you.

“I was literally gonna quit until you messaged me in the lobby.” He scoffed, “Was sick of playing with shit people, thought I could roast you before leaving.”

“Hey, I told you I was good-”

“Yeah, you were.” He smirked, “You were the reason I kept playing.”

You were the reason he kept playing the game?

“Why?” Your heart sped up as you asked the question, hoping desperately the answer would be the one you wanted to hear.

“I like spending time with you.” He spoke so softly, a stark contrast to his usual rasp that you blinked softly before replying. The swirling in your stomach ached as it flittered against your ribcage, flowing through your body as static electricity as you felt the heat beginning to rise within you.

“I like spending time with you too,” You smiled.

“Yeah, yeah. I know ya do.” You could hear the cocky tone to his voice returning as his seat creaked from beneath him, adjusting himself as his voice became louder, “Even bought the fuckin’ user guide because of you.”

“You did?” That put a smile on your face, no wonder he knew the best ways to reach the higher levels, “Who’s the nerd now?”

“Fuck off,” He scoffed on the other end of the line.

“Do you wanna play a game?” You asked hopefully.

“It’s late, sweetheart. I shouldn’ta even called you, but you seemed worried.”

“I was,” You admitted, “I’m glad you called.”

“You fuckin’ worried me.” He had a slight lilt to his voice that made you smile, “I thought something bad had happened.”

“So did I,” You spoke softly.

“Get some sleep, okay?” He replied, “I’ll talk to you tomorrow.”

“What if you don’t?” You sounded so childish, here was this stranger online, that didn’t owe you anything, and yet you expected so much from him.

“I didn’t leave you this time, did I?”

“Well, no-”

“So get some sleep.” He cut you off, “Can’t keep stayin’ up late for me.”

“Okay, night Bakugou.” You hummed softly, not reaching for the end call button in hopes of spending a few more seconds in the call with him.

“Night, sweetheart.” He ended the call for you, the screen disappearing as you sat back in your desk chair, smiling at his avatar on the screen as it turned from online to offline.

LordExplosion: Hey, princess.

LordExplosion: You online? There’s a raid starting in five.

LordExplosion: Are you trying to get me back for the other week? Cause I said I was sorry, dumbass. I ain’t saying it again.

LordExplosion: Sweetheart?

LordExplosion: I swear to fucking god if this is a prank I’ll-

LordExplosion: Please just message me if you’re there. You got me acting like a fucking creep over here.

LordExplosion: Shitty woman.

LordExplosion: Are you there?

LordExplosion: Hello?

Bakugou shoved his keyboard back as he slammed a closed fist onto the desk, growling in frustration as the scent of his quirk began to fill the room, subtle sparks flared from his palms as he began to worry that something had happened to you.

Shit, if he’d just been more open with you before he might know where you lived, that way he could search if there had been any accidents or incidents in the area. Trying to rub his sweaty palms on his thighs as his knee bounced in frustration, chewing the inside of his gum as he tried to stay calm. The worst part about being a Pro-Hero was not knowing what to do, and in this situation, he didn’t have a clue. Hoping that maybe you’d just stopped for food on your way home from work, or maybe you’d met up with someone for drinks. But you’d told him before you didn’t have any friends in the area, recently moving had meant your friends all lived miles away. Unless you weren’t out with friends, you were out with a boyfriend-

Bakugou stilled, the idea alone filling him with a fit of dark green jealousy that permeated his body, weighing him down with irritation and resentment as he tried to block out the possibility of you with someone else. No one deserved you, you were far too good for any guy. Far too good for him-

Bakugou hated the way you made him feel, bringing out all these emotions inside him that he’d never truly experienced before. Emotions that he would often try and conceal to other people, things that he would so freely reveal to you. It seemed to be a certain gift of yours, to make him feel completely at ease with just a few words. It was embarrassing really, just how much he missed you when you were gone even if it was just for a few hours. This is what you’d done to him, what you’d turned him into.

LordExplosion: Look, if you’re there can you just let me know you’re okay?

Heaving a sigh he took his headset off, throwing it down onto the desk roughly as he glared at the screen. It was so out of character for you not to show up on time in the evening, the only times you’d ever been late to gameplay had only been less than an hour later than usual. Pushing his chair back from the desk as he got up to make dinner, pots loudly clanged in his kitchen as he tried to distract himself from the thought of you.

Three hours later he heard the familiar ring of an incoming call from his desktop computer, standing up from his couch as he made his way towards his setup, sighing in relief when he saw it was your name flashing against the screen as he picked up his headset.

“Fuckin’ hell, shitty woman,” He growled, “I thought something happened to you.”

“I’m fine,” You sounded out of breath, the slightest pant to your voice that had Bakugou’s cheeks turning pink as he imagined what you might look like making those sounds beneath him. He was such a creep, thinking about this when minutes earlier he’d been worried you could’ve died, “I was just late to work so I had to stay late.”

“Late because you overslept?” Bakugou felt so guilty finding out that he’d been the reason why you were late to work.

“Well yeah, but the trains were fucked up too. That wasn’t my fault, I had to wait until the third train to even get on to get into the city.” You groaned.

“You need to get more sleep,” He shook his head, “You’re fuckin’ your body up.”

“I sleep plenty.” You rebutted.

“Yeah, right.” That’s why you’re stumbling in late to work after a few hours.

“I said it wasn’t my fault!”

“I was fuckin’ worried about you, dumbass.” Bakugou growled, “I thought something bad had happened.”

“Well it’s okay, I’m sure a big strong Pro-Hero would’ve come to save me.” You were only teasing, but the words stung. Bakugou hated thinking about anyone else coming to your aid, protecting you. It should be his job. The reality of the distance between you was becoming more apparent the more he spoke to you, the more he longed for you-

“Hey, if we were in the same city, maybe you’d be the one coming to save me one day.” You mused.

“Yeah, you’d like that wouldn’tcha?” He scoffed, finally relaxing enough to actually speak to you.

“What? A big strong Pro-Hero coming to save me? Course I would.” You teased back.

“How’d you know I’m big and strong?” He flexed his arms at the subtle compliment you’d inadvertently given him, trying to coax more words out of you.

“You’re a Pro-Hero, you gotta be strong.”

“Tch, I promise sweetheart. There are some weak-ass Pro-Heroes.”

“But not you right?”

“Not me.” He smirked.

“Did you wanna play a game? I’m sorry I kept you waiting-”

“Have you eaten?” Bakugou ignored your question completely.

“No, but-”

“Go and fuckin’ eat.” Bakugou growled, “Stop ruining your body.”

“I’m fine, I can eat in a bit-”

“I’ve gotta get ready for work, sweetheart.” Bakugou sighed, “Got the graveyard shift.”

“Oh,” He could hear the sad tone to your voice, and it had his chest aching. Wishing he could stay at home and talk to you for a bit longer.

“I’ll talk to you tomorrow, yeah? Please eat something for me?”

“I will,” You smiled, “Stay safe, Bakugou.”

Bakugou ended the call with a sigh, swaying side to side in his desktop chair as he debated sending you a final message.

You moved to shut your desktop off when you noticed a notification in your chat with Bakugou, navigating the mouse to open it as you raised a brow in confusion.

LordExplosion: LordExplosion#0420

You: What is that?

LordExplosion: My discord. In case you wanna message me next time instead of getting your panties in a twist- plus the audio is way fuckin’ better on there anyway.

You: Weren’t you the one getting your panties in a twist, thinking I died?

LordExplosion: I’m sorry for not wanting to see you six feet under, sweetheart. How horrible of me.

You laughed at his words before rereading the username he’d given you, remembering the numbers as you picked up your phone. You couldn’t believe he was giving you his discord, your heart so full it was ready to burst as you immediately opened the app on your phone so you could input his ID to send him a friend request, something he quickly accepted.

You: See, I can annoy you on here too now.

You added a silly emoji at the end of it before hitting send, smiling when it showed him typing back almost immediately.

LordExplosion: Yeah, good luck with that dumbass. What the fuck is that?

You: He’s cute, right? You added another cute frog emoji with wide eyes for emphasis as you smiled at his reaction- he must have had your chat window open because he replied again almost immediately.

LordExplosion: I regret this already.

You: You love me, don’t lie!!

It was then you noticed his discord profile picture, clicking onto it as you noticed it was a picture of Cloud Strife from Final Fantasy. Of course, this had to be why he’d chosen one of the largest swords available in Equilibrium. An attempt to try and replicate the buster sword that Cloud used in the game, grinning as you typed a message.

You: Your pfp!! I knew you liked FF, that's why you’ve got the huge sword.

LordExplosion: Shut up, dumbass. Stop being nosy.

You: I’m not being nosy, it's your profile pic, dummy!

LordExplosion: Yeah? Well look at yours, I knew there’d be a shitty fucking reason you picked the scythe.

You: The scythe is an elite weapon, you’re just jealous.

LordExplosion: Yeah, that’s it. I’m jealous, sweetheart.

You: You think I can’t read your sarcasm over text by now, but I can :((

LordExplosion: I wasn’t being sarcastic.

You: You’re such a liar!

LordExplosion: Weren’t you going to bed?

You: Yeah, I’m going :( talk to you tomorrow?

LordExplosion: Yeah. Goodnight.

You: Night :)

Bakugou[5.04AM]: Morning, princess.

Waking up to a message from him on your phone put the biggest smile on your face, grateful that you no longer had to log into the online game to talk to him. It felt like with this you could carry around with him in your pocket and talk to him about your day, you wouldn’t have to worry about either of you being late or something coming up. Grinning at the screen as you sent him your own message back.

You[6.05AM]: Morning, Bakugou :)

You left your phone on the bedside table after a few minutes with no response from him, assuming that he was finally getting some rest as you made your way towards your bathroom to get ready for work.

You’d become used to waking up to texts from him in the morning, whether he was just getting home from work or on one of his breaks he always managed to leave you something to wake up to. The more you began to message each other, the more you found him beginning to open up to you. Telling you more about his work, his friends, his family. You really felt like you were beginning to learn about the man behind the screen, the real Bakugou.

You[1.01PM]: I’m about to go on lunch, today is dragging! :(

You[1.02PM]: I think this is the worst day I’ve had at work in forever.

You placed your tupperware box into the microwave as you set the timer, moving to fill your water bottle as your phone began to vibrate with an incoming call.

“Bakugou?” You asked in surprise, wondering if something was wrong.

“Hey, princess.” He hummed.

“Don’t you have work?”

“Yeah, but you said you were having a bad day, so I thought I’d give ya a call.” Your heart melted at his words, he’d taken a moment out of his busy day to make you feel better?

Hearing the faint sound of police sirens in the background as you deduced that he must be on one of his patrols of the city.

“Are you on patrol?” You moved to retrieve your food from the microwave as you sat it on the table in front of you, grabbing your chopsticks as you lay them flat against the top of the container.

“Yeah, it’s pretty quiet out here today, though.” Bakugou continued, “Kiri’s keeping an eye so we’ve got a few minutes.”

“Say thank you to Kiri from me,” You grinned, from what Bakugou had told you about his best friend Kirishima seemed like a really good guy.

“Well, you know about my job now, princess. What’s yours?” Bakugou asked curiously.

“I actually work for a Pro-Hero too.” You smiled.

“Oh yeah, which one?” You couldn’t be certain, but you were sure you could sense an underlying tone of jealousy to his voice, the slightest increase of pitch in his questioning tone.

“I dunno if you would’ve heard of him-” You murmured.

“Try me.” Bakugou was almost on the edge of his seat as he waited with bated breath for you to tell him your boss.

“Normal Hero: Manual.” You smiled.

“Wait? You work for that old man?” Bakugou raised a brow at your answer, “That must mean you live in Musutafu.”

“Oh, so you know who he is?” You felt slightly vulnerable that he now knew your location, but you’d been asking him where he lived for weeks so you supposed it was only fair, “Have you worked with him before?”

“Tch, yeah.” His boots kicked at the dirt on the ground, “A few times.”

“Wait, so are you in the same city?” You widened your eyes in surprise as your heart began to race.

If he was in the same city- that meant the potential of possibly meeting him someday. You couldn’t believe your luck, instantly imagining what it would feel like to see him face to face for the first time, maybe he lived in the exact same area as you. Although he probably earned far more than you did, so he could afford to live in the centre of the city, right where the action was. His commute was probably a couple of blocks, without having to take the packed train each day.

“Yeah, princess. Looks like we do-”

You hadn’t even turned your desktop computer on this evening, starting a voice call on discord instead with the Pro-Hero. Your earbuds in and connected via bluetooth as you made yourself dinner, laughing when he criticised your cooking even over the phone.

“You can’t cook for shit, can you?” He laughed as he heard you chopping ingredients.

“Hey, I’m not bad,” You smiled, picking them up as you placed them into the warm pan, “I haven’t killed anyone yet.”

“Yet.” He scoffed, “You ain’t fillin’ me with confidence, sweetheart.”

“What did you grab for lunch?” You smiled as you heard him rustling on the other side of the line, the sound of tupperware opening filling your ears.

“Just gyuudon from a little place down the street, it’s pretty good.” He hummed as you heard him break his chopsticks.

“That sounds good,” You agreed, your stomach growling as you imagined sharing a meal with the Pro.

“Hold on, I’m gonna switch to my desktop.” You ended the call for a moment on your phone before taking out your earbuds, placing them into the charging case as you pulled on your pink headphones, opening discord on your computer as you rejoined the call again, “I’m back, did you miss me?”

“Oh thank god,” He replied sarcastically, “I didn’t know what I was gonna do without you,”

Making you laugh into your bowl of ramen as you began to blow at the broth to cool the temperature down.

“You don’t sit down to eat at a table?” Bakugou raised his brow as he shovelled his gyuudon into his mouth.

“I don’t actually have one, you glanced around your tiny apartment,” lifting some noodles up to your lips as you slurped on them softly, “But my gaming chair is actually super comfy.”

“Bet you have the pink gaming chair and everything.” He scoffed.

“Duh.” You grinned, “And pink kitten headphones.”

“Of course you fuckin’ do.” He laughed on the other side of the phone, “Typical princess needs her pink headphones and gaming chair.”

“Kitten headphones, get it right.” You joked.

“I’m sorry, kitten headphones.” He corrected himself, “Because, of course, you do.”

“Am I too stereotypical e-girl for you?” You laughed.

“You might be” He smirked, “Thin fuckin’ ice.”

“You love it really, don’t lie.” You smiled.

“Since you’re on desktop check your inventory, I got ya something-”

“Oh, yeah. What?” You raised a brow as you sat forward in your chair, moving your attention to the game as you opened your ‘gifts’

“Just look for yourself, princess.” He hummed cryptically.

Your eyes widened in surprise when you noticed the new addition to your inventory. The black bikini set that you’d mentioned to him during one of your first conversations together, the outfit that you swore you’d never purchase for yourself because it was just unnecessarily expensive. Especially when it held absolutely no benefit towards levelling up or gameplay, it was just pure aesthetics.

“Bakugou, you didn’t have to get this for me.” You shook your head, “I told you you don’t need to spend money on me. It costs too much-”

“Tch, I wanted to.” He shrugged, “I’ve been picturing what it would look like on your avatar.”

“Hey, have you been perving over me?” You joked, moving towards your wardrobe to customise your avatar so he could see the outfit on you.

“Not you, shitty woman. Your avatar.” He joked back, “And if you didn’t want me to perv over it, you shouldn’ta made it hot.”

“When I made my avatar I tried to make it look a bit like me.” You replied, remembering when you’d first started the game as you tried to pick qualities as close to your appearance as possible.

“Oh yeah?” His ears perked up, “Shit,” He muttered beneath his breath.

“Yeah, I don’t think I’m quite so pretty though.” And definitely not as skinny, you thought to yourself.

“I fuckin’ doubt that.” He scoffed, “Hurry up and put it on then.”

“You’re not even online to see it.” You rolled your eyes.

“You’re actin’ like you can’t screenshot it and send me a picture.”

“Fine,” You laughed, changing your avatar into the outfit as you took a picture. Sending it across to him via discord as you heard him reach for his phone, unlocking it to see the picture.

“See, I knew you’d look fuckin’ hot in it.” He smirked.

“Oh, god.” You groaned, “I already have some creep in my inbox trying to talk to me about it, you moved to block the guy immediately.

“Tell ‘em to fuck off, you’re mine.” The possessive tone to his voice had your cunt throbbing as you squirmed in your chair, “Give me their handle.”

“You don’t need to-”

“Give me the handle.” He repeated as you typed it out to him, hearing him mutter under his breath about some men having “no fuckin’ respect.”

“I just blocked him,” You laughed.

“Good.” He growled, “Fuckin’ prick. I’m gonna message him later. He won’t bother you anymore.”

“My hero,” You pretended to swoon as you picked your bowl of ramen up again.

“So what about you, huh? Why don’t you tell me what you look like.”

“What do you think I look like, sweetheart?”

“I dunno-” You hummed, feeling your face flush as you thought back to all the fantasies you’d had about him before.

He had to be just as attractive as his voice, dreaming up a fantasy version of him in your mind. Big, strong hands moving over your body as he held you in his arms, soft lips pressing against yours as he trailed a path down towards your neck. Trying to imagine him towering over you as he caged your body against his own, a subtle possession with his actions as you longed for someone to treat you like that, to love you like that- His large palms moving lower to press against the heat between your thighs as you felt your heart begin to race, your lips parting in a silent moan until-

“Oi,” Bakugou’s loud tone broke you from your fantasy, “You still there sweetheart?”

“Oh, sorry.” You replied sheepishly, realising you’d zoned out. Embarrassment quickly flowed through you as you realised how close you’d been to moaning on call to thoughts of him.

“I was just about to tell you how pretty I think you are,” Bakugou smirked, feeling a heat rise in your cheek at the words, “Until you started ignoring me.”

“I wasn’t ignoring you,” You pouted.

“Yeah, yeah princess.” Bakugou scoffed, “You weren't the one calling your name for five minutes.”

“It was not that long,” You shot back.

“Well, I think you’re really pretty.” He replied and you had to stop yourself from squealing on the call. Even though he’d never seen a picture of you so he couldn’t say for sure it still made your lips curl into a big smile.

“I mean, you still don’t know,” You teased back, “I could be an old man.”

“Tch, don’t sound like an old man with your pink gaming chair, pink kitten headphones.” Bakugou laughed.

“Oh, and not the fact that I don’t talk like an old man?”

“Could still be a guy with that voice-” He teased.

“Oi, are you saying my voice sounds manly?” You feigned a gasp.

“Well-” He pretended to trail off.

“You’re such a dick, oh my god.” You pouted.

“I’m only messin’ with ya, sweetheart.” He grinned, “I meant what I said, I think you sound real pretty.”

“Yeah, and what about you?” You tried to hide your elation, glad he couldn’t see you grinning like a madman.

“What about me, hm?” He replied coyly.

“What do you look like?” You were genuinely curious to know what he looked like, the thought constantly plaguing your mind.

“Doesn’t matter,” He shrugged.

“It does, I wanna know!” You wanted desperately to know what he looked like after speaking to him over the last few weeks, to put a face to the name, “Do you think you’d ever send me a picture?”

“Pfft, more than enough pictures out there of me already, Princess.” He scoffed, “I’m surprised you haven’t googled me yet.”

“Why?”

“Well you know I’m a Pro-Hero, and you know my name.”

“How do I know that's your real name?” You hummed, “Could’ve given me a fake name to throw me off the scent.”

“Tch, it’s real.” He shrugged, “Got no reason to lie to you.”

“Okay fine, I’m googling you right now.” You put your bowl down on the side of your desk as you opened up your web browser, typing in ‘Pro-Hero Bakugou’ to see what came up.

“Dynamight?” Your eyes widened as page after page of photographs of the explosive hero came up.

There was no way that you were currently talking to not only a Pro-Hero but one of the most attractive men you’d ever laid eyes on. Unable to stop yourself from scrolling through picture after picture, shamelessly stopping on the few images that were clearly from advertising campaigns that showed off his physique. A particular photograph from the front of Men’s Fitness that had him completely topless as he gave his signature glare towards the camera, your eyes drinking in the exposed skin as you began to feel self-conscious all over again because he was so attractive and you were just, you.

“You finally got it, dumbass.” He chuckled, “Can stop pestering me about it now.”

“But how do I know you’re not lying.” You pressed, there was no way you were talking to one of the Pro-Heroes in the top ten. Thinking that he was a smaller, local hero that just happened to enjoy online games in his free time.

He scoffed in response, your eyes widening in surprise when the familiar tone of discord sounded in your headphones, he was trying to initiate a video call.

Swallowing thickly as you looked at the outfit you were wearing, an oversized sweatshirt and baggy pyjama pants. Your hair was a complete mess, and you were certain you had bags under your eyes. Paired with the ridiculously difficult lighting discord video calls had to purposely make you look bad, and the terrible angles that would make it look like you had six chins you suddenly felt so insecure.

“I can’t video chat right now,” You panicked.

“Why not? It’ll only be for a few minutes, my break is almost over.” He shrugged.

“S’okay,” You mumbled, “You don’t have to do that.”

“Why you gone all quiet?” He hummed, “You was so desperate to see me a second ago, what was it you said? Prove that I’m real-”

“Yeah, it's okay. I believe you.”

“Shitty woman,” He muttered beneath his breath, and you were almost certain you’d upset him from the tone of his voice before a notification popped up on your screen with one new message in the chat.

A picture that was hidden behind a spoiler blur, clicking onto it gently as you let out the breath you hadn’t realised you were holding in. Behind the blur was a picture, one that looked like it could’ve been taken moments earlier- an angry bright fluorescent light above his head as it almost obscured the entire top of the photograph, his phone obviously held below him peering up. A black hood pulled up over his messy mop of blond hair as a few stray spikes peeked out of the fabric, Vibrant red eyes peering down at the camera, the corner of his lip raised into the slightest hint of a smile as you took in the picture. Did he just take this for you now while he was at work?

He was gorgeous.

“You still there, sweetheart?”

“Y-yeah, sorry. I’m here.” You felt your face flush with heat, “Did you just take that for me now?”

“Yeah,” He replied simply.

“You look really pretty,” You murmured, saying the first word that came to mind when you looked at him.

Really you could’ve gone for gorgeous, handsome, ethereal- any word could’ve tried to describe just how much you liked how he looked but somehow none were quite enough to explain how perfect he was.

“Pretty?” He teased, “You think I’m pretty?”

“Yeah,” You breathed.

“Ain’t ever had someone call me pretty before, princess.”

You wanted to take a picture for him like he just had for you, an up to date look of exactly how you looked right now. So he could get the same picture in his head of you that you had right now, but that dark cloud loomed over you as it always did. The devil on your shoulders telling you that you weren’t good enough, you weren’t pretty enough. You’d never be enough. The insecurities pelting you from all angles when you imagined the type of women that he was probably used to being around, the type of women that would often flirt with him or try to court him, the type of women he’d probably dated before. Certain that none of them looked anything like you. You were just– you.

You’d felt so comfortable on the phone with him before you’d discovered what he looked like, who he was. But you suddenly felt so insecure now you realised that the man on the other side of the line wasn’t a sleazy, desperate guy twice your age- but an attractive Pro-Hero. And not just any Pro-Hero, the explosion hero Dynamight. The current number eight.

Looking through your camera roll to try and find the most attractive picture of you that you could find, stopping on one you remembered uploading to Instagram just before you’d left your hometown for Musutafu. The lighting hit you just right as you smiled at the camera, clicking onto it as you paused to assess it once more, debating whether this was a worthy picture to send Bakugou for his first real look at you. Ignoring the fear that brewed in the pit of your stomach as you scrunched your nose and hit send, letting the picture appear in your chat with him free of any spoiler blurs.

“What the fuck.” He muttered, and the words had you recoiling in fear, did he think you were ugly?

“What?” You felt yourself begin to panic at his reaction, instantly wishing you could take back the picture. Maybe you should’ve tried to put a filter on it to smooth your skin or lessen the bags beneath your eyes. What if he thought you were ugly? What if he stopped talking to you? What if-

“You’re so fuckin’ pretty.” He hummed, “And you said I was the pretty one.”

Did he just call you pretty?

“You do kinda look like your avatar, you know?” He mused, was he still staring at your picture?

“I tried to pick something similar,” You mumbled self-consciously. Remembering back to when you’d first joined the game as you deliberately picked something that looked similar enough to you.

“That’s cute.”

“Bakugou-” You heard someone shouting his name in the distance, the voice muffled slightly as Bakugou swore beneath his breath.

“I’m sorry, princess.” He grumbled, “Gotta get back to work.”

“Oh, okay.” You couldn’t hide the sadness in your voice, “Text me when you finish?”

“You’ll be fast asleep,” He rasped, “Or you better fuckin’ be.”

“I know,” You smiled, “I don’t mind.”

“Okay, I’ll text ya.” You could hear the grin in his tone, “Night, sweetheart.”

“Night, Bakugou.”

Bakugou’s entire body ached when he finally gets home from patrol, shouldering through the door into his high rise apartment in the early hours of the morning. The sun began to rise over the skyline as he toed his boots off at the door, dropping his gauntlets beside them before padding along the hallway. His muscles ached from the strenuous shift, having to chase down a petty villain with a laughter quirk. The irritating sound still rang in his ears as he made his way towards his bedroom, unbuckling his belts before letting his pants pooled around his feet. The heavy utility belt still lined with his grenades dropped to the floor as he moved to tug his vest up and over his head. His bones cracked from the movement as he allowed himself to flop down onto his bed for a few moments before he knew he’d have to shower. The scent of ash which was a side effect of his quirk stuck to his sweaty skin as he felt for his smartphone, unlocking it to send a quick message to you.

Bakugou[5.04AM]: Morning, princess.

Pausing on the app once he’d pressed send as he noticed your picture peeking out at the bottom of the message thread. He’d already saved it in his phone gallery, but he opened the file on discord as he took in your features again.

You really had no idea how beautiful you were, did you?

His fingers pinch the screen to zoom in on your face, your pretty eyes gazing into the camera as you gave him a small smile. The pink kitten headphones sat on top of your head as you sat back in your gaming chair, giving him a small insight into your life, what it looked like on your side of the screen.

He couldn’t help but move the image lower, focusing on the slight pout to your lips as he immediately began to think of how much he’d love to kiss you. Wondering how soft they’d feel against his own, thinking about how they’d feel on other parts of his body too-

“Fuck,” Bakugou rasped beneath his breath, feet planted on the floor as he rolled his hips, trying to give his twitching cock some slight relief as his thoughts began to wander.

If you knew this was what he was thinking about you probably would call him a pervert or a creep, getting off to the photograph you’d sent him, and such an innocent one at that. His hand slid down his chest as calloused fingers mussed the blond hairs that scattered along the scarred surface, leading a trail that disappeared beneath the hem of his boxer briefs. Palming his semi-hard cock through the thin fabric as he let out a soft groan. Thinking about what your hands would feel like wrapped around him, how pretty you’d look on your knees for him as you sat between his parted thighs. Those lips pressing a soft kiss to the tip of his cock before taking him inside your wet heat-

Shit, a deep growl reverberated from deep in his chest, feeling the wet stain beginning to form on his underwear as he thought about you. Raising his hips just enough to tug the fabric down his thick thighs, kicking them off carelessly as he lay back against the mattress completely naked. His free cock now lay flat against his pelvis, the weight of it making it impossible for it to stand up as it pointed towards his hip. Fresh pre oozing from his tip as one of his large hands moved lower to palm his balls, feeling the heavy weight beneath his touch as he tried to imagine you instead.

Bakugou’s gaze slipped lower, coming to rest on the curve of your neck and your oversized sweater, even though the item of clothing shouldn’t have been provocative it had his cock twitching desperately. His thoughts immediately navigated to what lay beneath the fabric, imagining his palms holding your breasts as your nipples hardened beneath his touch, the sweet sounds you’d make as he wrapped his lips around one to suckle at it. Hissing as he wrapped a hand around his cock, giving himself a teasing pump before running his hand along the length until he got to the engorged head. Pressing his thumb against his slit to gather the pre that collected at the tip as he smoothed it along his girth. Lubricating himself as he began stroking himself languidly, trying to imagine that it was your hand around his cock instead, imagining how much better you would feel.

His red eyes still focused on your picture, half-lidded as he imagined pushing his cock inside your saccharine lips, thinking about how good your tongue would feel pressed against the underside of his cock while the thick tip hit the back of your throat. Wondering how much of his length you’d be able to take inside that sweet mouth. His breath hitching in his throat at the image, his hips canting off the bed as he fucked his fist to the thought of you.

“Fuck, princess.” He groaned as his mind went to the panties that you were wearing beneath that sweater, what colour they might have been, what style. How wet your needy little pussy would be for his thick cock, thinking about how wet he could make you as he delved his fingers between your thighs. Parting your folds like the red sea as his calloused pads brushed through your slick, catching against your clit as he tried to imagine what you would sound like moaning his name.

Tightening his grip around his thick cock as he began to pump himself with more fevour, feeling the familiar tension beginning to build in his abdomen as he tried to think of the last time he’d actually done this. Bakugou couldn’t even recall- it was as though you had specifically done something to him, ignited a fire within him that made him hungry for you. An insatiable desire inside him that he couldn’t quite recall he’d ever felt before, twisting his wrist each time it reached the tip of his cock as he smeared fresh pre along his length. Tightening his grip to try and recreate the sensation of your velvety walls wrapped around him, imagining how much more you’d be squeezing him once he sunk himself into your slick wet heat.

“God,” Bakugou grunted, your name tumbling from his lips like a dull prayer as he increased his speed, the crude sound filling his bedroom as his balls began to tighten between his thighs. Dropping his phone to the side as his eyes clamped shut, trying to imagine you sitting on top of him as you shamelessly used him for your own pleasure, rolling your hips in a circular motion as you splayed your hands on his pectorals.

“Good girl,” He mumbled under his breath as his tongue slipped out to wet his lips, wishing you were here so he could have a taste of you. Holding your thighs apart as he feasted on your angel cunt, holding you down until you screamed for a moment's respite. Burying his tongue between your silky folds to have every single inch of you.

His other hand moved down to squeeze his balls, fondling them roughly as he began to rock himself into his own touch, imagining that he was holding your hips steady as he fucked himself up into your eager cunt. Bakugou’s thick cock began to throb in the telltale signs of his release as he let out a sharp groan, jerking himself sloppily as he teetered on the edge of his climax. Now all he could think about was where he wanted to cum- imagining how pretty you’d look covered in his release, showing everyone that you belonged to him. Thinking about how much prettier you’d look if you were filled to the brim with his cum, holding your thighs apart so he could watch it spill out of your fluttering hole as he slowly pushed it back into you- completely stuffed with his release.

“Katsuki,” He tried to imagine how you’d sound uttering his name like he was the only person on this earth that mattered, cursing himself that he hadn’t told you his given name yet just so he could hear how it sounded coming from your lips.

His mouth parted in a deep, guttural groan as he felt himself coming undone. Calling out your name as his hips jerked against the mattress, emptying his balls all over his stomach and pelvis as his thick cock shot hot, white spurts of cum in ropes against his skin. His chest heaving as he tried to come down from his high, his cock still hard as he gave himself a few more teasing pumps to try and bring himself down from euphoria. Looking down at the mess he’d made all over himself as he sighed deeply, slipping straight back into reality when he glanced around his empty bedroom.

God, he wanted you so fucking badly.

Grabbing his fallen shirt on the floor to wipe off some of the cum residue against his skin to prevent it from falling to the hardwood as he stood from the bed, pattering into the bathroom to have a shower. Cursing beneath his breath as he felt his cock twitch at the thought of you wet and soapy in the shower with him. Heaving a deep intake of breath as he tried to calm himself down, turning the water a little colder than usual to help ease the ache between his thighs.

Stepping out with a towel wrapped around his waist as he used another to dry his hair, making his way back into his bedroom to pick up a fresh pair of underwear, slipping them on before dumping his towel and his dirty clothes into his laundry basket. Slipping beneath the sheets of his bed as he finally allowed himself to relax, his head resting against his plush pillows as he felt himself falling into slumber. Taking the chance to send you one final message before he went to sleep.

He held his phone up above his head, ensuring to get his body in it as you could see the defined muscles and just the hint of his boxers peeking out from the bottom of the frame, giving a subtle smirk to the camera as he snapped a photograph. Sending it to you as he attached a message.

Bakugou[5.41AM]: Been thinking about you a lot this morning, princess.

You woke up feeling refreshed as you felt the sun shining through the window in your bedroom, the warmth radiating against your skin as you stretched, reaching across to your bedside table as you checked the time.

8.43am.

You were glad you’d finally managed to have a lie-in after the long work week, but you were disappointed you’d seemingly missed Bakugou. His messages flashed across the screen to show he’d messaged you just like he said he would when he got home. Unlocking your phone as you opened up discord, not even able to read any of his messages when you were suddenly struck with the photograph of him, completely different from anything he’d ever sent you before.  

Holding your phone tighter as you clicked on the photo to increase the size, taking in the sight of his completely bare torso as he lay down in tousled sheets, his vermilion eyes staring directly into the camera had your clit throbbing needily between your thighs as you shamelessly ogled his naked skin. There were plenty of topless pictures of Dynamight online, from the photoshoots to the times where his shirt was completely disintegrated in battle- but this? This was completely different.

Your eyes drank in every single inch of pure muscle, flitting down to the prominent veins that scattered across his bicep and forearm to the scars that littered his body. Each one probably had a completely different story to tell as you zoomed in closer, thankful that the morning sunrise shining into his bedroom gave the perfect lighting to see everything. From his darkened areolas to the messy blond hair that trailed along his torso, disappearing beneath the grey pair of Calvins he wore. Disappointed that the camera wasn’t angled just a little lower so you could see everything, feeling your cheeks heat up as you continued to shamelessly stare at the photograph.

You then began to think about whether he’d expected you to send one back- of course, you wanted to. There was nothing more you would enjoy than Bakugou finding you attractive, complimenting you and reacting the same way that you had to his picture. But the doubt and insecurity continued to grow inside you, what if you sent him a picture and he didn’t like what he saw? What if he found you ugly-

You tried to push your insecurities to the side as you got up from your bed, opening your underwear drawer as you began to rummage for the perfect thing to wear in return. It was a simple black lace one-piece suit, something that covered your stomach but opened in a v-shape at the chest to expose your chest, and the back made your ass look perfect. The colour is flattering enough to make you feel slimmer than you really were and focus on all your positives, certain you’d be able to find an angle where you didn’t look completely awful. Pulling your pyjamas off as you changed into the outfit, checking yourself out in your full-length mirror as you began to try to find an angle you thought would bring out the best parts of you. Angling your phone in the same way that Bakugou had as you held it slightly higher, hoping to hide your face from the photographs as you began to take a few in quick succession. Slowly changing the angles so you had a variety to select from, moving to the floor on your knees as you pointed the camera at your reflection in the mirror, trying to find that perfect pose.

You sat there as you rifled through them, deleting the ones that were absolute nos and putting a little heart beside the ones that had become maybes. Narrowing it down until you found a couple that you thought you looked okay in, your favourite had been one where you were standing with your back facing the mirror, showcasing your ass and the side of your breasts beneath the lingerie. Taking a deep breath as you attached the photograph to the discord chat you had with Bakugou, hovering your finger over the send button as you tried to work up the courage to send it to him.

You[9.36AM]: Morning to you too Bakugou ;)

You hit send and watched the message appear in your conversation, trying to avoid deleting it as you locked your phone. Throwing it onto your bed as you made your way into your bathroom to take a shower, hoping that he would like what he saw when he finally woke up.

Bakugou[1.51PM]: Good afternoon princess. I definitely wasn’t expecting to wake up to that.

You were nervous when you checked his message, he hadn’t really said anything about the photograph aside from not expecting it. You began to panic that he truly didn't like it and was trying to be polite, that you’d overstepped a line you didn’t even realise was there.

You[1:53PM]: I thought I’d return the favour.

You paused for a second when he didn’t reply right away, taking a deep breath before sending another message.

You[1:54PM]: Did you like it?

The dots below appeared to indicate that he was replying almost instantly, your heart hammering in your chest as you awaited his response.

Bakugou[1:54PM]: Did I like it? You have no fucking idea what you do to me, do you?

You felt warm at his words, was he talking about what you thought he was? The thought had you woozy as you tried to type back with shaky fingers.

You[1:55PM]: Why don’t you tell me.

You goaded him on, trying to get him to explain to you exactly what he had meant by his words.

Bakugou[1:55PM]: Let me show you.

You sucked in a breath as you reread his message, what did he mean he was going to show you?

A moment later your phone buzzed with another incoming message, it was another picture from Bakugou. But this one was different. The camera was angled towards his lower half this time, his legs concealed beneath the plain white sheets as he pulled them down just enough for you to see his grey boxers and the hint of his muscular thighs. His hand wrapped around his thick girth that was concealed beneath the fabric to indicate what lay beneath. You paused for a moment to take it in, he looked huge.

Bakugou[1.59PM]: You still there, princess?

You[1.59PM]: You’re so hot.

You found yourself rubbing your thighs together to try and create some much-needed friction, instantly saving that image to join the first one in a special album on your phone.

Bakugou[2:00PM]: Says you, you’re the reason it's like that. I woke up to your picture and couldn’t help myself.

His words ignited a fire within you, feeling your clit throb as you reread his words. He was like that because of you. It was a unique sense of power that suddenly filled you from the thought of bringing such a strong, powerful man down to his knees with just one picture. His words making you feel pretty, confident, desired, wanted. Giving you this new sense of confidence as you found yourself typing back to him.

You[2.01PM]: Do you wanna see some more?

Bakugou[2.01PM]: Fuck.

Bakugou[2.01PM]: Of course I do, princess.

You opened your gallery and went back to select more of the pictures you’d taken this morning, attaching them to the discord message as you watched them load into the conversation. Nervously biting your lip as you waited with bated breath for the notification at the bottom of the screen that he’s typing a response... But it doesn’t come.

Instead, you almost jump when the familiar tone to signal a discord call begins to play, flustered as you grab for your headphones, the bluetooth connecting as you press ‘accept’.

“Hey,” You whisper, releasing the breath you hadn’t realised that you’d been holding in.

“Do you have any idea what you’re doing to me right now, sweetheart?” Your heart was racing from his words, the familiar heat flowing through your core as you recognised the subtle rasp in his tone, “I’m fuckin’ hard as a rock.”

“Oh,” You gasped at his blunt words, squeezing your legs together to try and satiate the desperate ache between your thighs.

“If you get on video chat with me I’ll show you.” He rasped.

You chewed the inside of your cheek as you took in his request, it wasn’t like you didn’t want to. You did, so desperately. But the thought of him seeing you like this terrified you, looking down at the baggy oversized band shirt you were wearing that was faded from the number of times it had been through the wash, worn holes scattered through the fabric and there were still stains from when you’d experimented with box dye. Not to mention trying to hold the camera so he got a good angle of your face whilst attempting to maintain your composure when he was talking to you like this?

You couldn’t.

“Maybe another time,” You hummed, “I look terrible.”

“Impossible,” He scoffed, “I’ve seen what you look like, ain’t a single part of you that looks bad.”

“I haven’t done my make-up or anything-” You rambled.

“You know I don’t give a fuck about that shit,” Bakugou grunted, “Doesn’t matter to me.”

“It matters to me,” You sighed.

“You got nothin’ to be scared about, princess.” He pressed, you could hear him shuffling on the other side of the phone as he settled himself against his sheets, “I bet you’re perfect.”

“Another time, please.” You begged, hoping that he’d drop the subject, “Just not now.”

“Okay, sweetheart.” He groaned, “But you still wanna talk to me, yeah?”

“Yeah,” You repeated breathlessly.

“Are you going to show me what’s underneath that pretty set in the pictures?” You could hear his smirk in his tone, obviously imagining you were still wearing the same lingerie.

“Are you?” You countered.

“Tch, you’re such a fuckin’ tease.” He groaned, the line went silent for a moment as you could hear his gentle breathing on the other side. Your heart beating in your chest as you felt your phone vibrate, looking down at the screen to see another picture.

One of his large veiny palms wrapped around the base of his hard cock, holding it upright. You’d expected him to be big, but nothing had prepared you for the sight of him for the first time. The tip of his cock a blush pink colour as you managed to make out the slightest glisten of pre leaking from the slit, your eyes following the length of it as you recognised the hint of it bulging in the middle, moving lower until you met his hand holding the base. The hairs around it were neatly trimmed as you suddenly imagined what it would be like to see it in the flesh, wondering if your hand would even be able to wrap around it. You couldn’t help but let out a breathless moan at the sight, moving your hand between your thighs to cup your clothed heat to try and quell the ache.

“Did you just moan?” You heard his smug voice on the other side of the line, “You like what you see, sweetheart?”

“Yes,” You whispered breathlessly.

“I’m thinking about what it would be like to put it inside you right now,’” He grunted, “You gonna show me what you look like right now?”

“What do you want to see?” You hummed, you weren’t even sure what he was asking for, what kinds of pictures did he want you to send him?

“How about you show me those pretty tits?” He goaded, “Wanna imagine my hands coverin’ ‘em.”

You took a deep breath before you raised your shirt up, pushing your breasts together with your arms to try and make them seem rounder than you thought they were are you took a few pictures. Sending one through to Bakugou who cursed just as the image finished loading.

“Oh fuck, sweetheart,” He groans when you send the picture across, hearing his breath hitch in his throat, “God, you’re perfect.”

“Says you,” You hum, he literally had a body that was carved by the gods, you completely paled in comparison.

“I wish I was there.” You heard his breath hitch and you wondered whether he was touching himself to your pictures, “I’d make you feel so good.”

“Yeah?” You murmured, turning the volume up on your headphones to try and catch the breaths that left his lips.

“Fuck yeah,” He groaned, “I’d start with those pretty tits, wanna suck on ‘em so badly. Would you let me, princess?”

“Yes,” You mewled, moving your fingers down to your breasts as you massaged them in your palm, catching your nipple between your thumb and forefinger as it stiffened to a hardened peak. Trying to imagine it was his hands on you instead of your own, slightly rougher with your actions in a feeble attempt to mimic his motions.

“Oh, fuck.” He rasped, “Are you touching yourself right now?”

“Mhm,” You mumbled, feeling your cheeks heat up as he caught you red-handed.

“That’s so fuckin’ hot,” He growled, “Shit.”

His crude words on the other side of the line had your entire body convulsing, your hips rolling in a circular motion as the sound sent a throb directly to your clit, clenching your cunt as it begged for your attention.

“Wanna leave my mark on them, make sure everyone knows that you’re mine.” He continued, his voice pure sin as pressed further, “What are you thinkin’ about, sweet girl?”

“I-” You were embarrassed to tell him, you’d never done anything like this before and you weren’t sure exactly what you were supposed to say.

“It’s okay, just tell me.”

“You touching my pussy,” You groaned, cupping your hand harder against your clothed heat as you felt the dampness against the crotch of your panties.

“Oh, fuck,” He groaned, “You’re gonna make me cum in seconds if you’re not fuckin’ careful.”

You gasped at his words, floored that you had such an effect on a guy that surely had far more experience and stamina than you ever thought you could possess.

“I wish I could be there with you to do that, princess.” He continued, “Are you touching that pretty pussy for me?”

“Yeah,” You murmured, tugging your panties to the side so your fingers dragged through the creamy slick that was now gathered between your folds, gasping when you brushed against your sensitive clit.

“I wish I could see,” He groaned, your fingers beginning to tease your tight entrance as you slipped one inside to the first knuckle as you began to languidly pump it in and out of you.

“How many fingers are you using right now?”

“One,”

“Shit,” He rasped, “Good lord, I want to fuckin’ ruin you. Think you can add another one for me, princess? Stretch yourself out for me-”

You whined at his words, pushing your forefinger in to join your middle finger as you felt the slight ache from the stretch as you began pumping them in tandem, pulling more pretty sounds from your lips that had Bakugou groaning on the other side of the line.

“Good girl. “He continued, “Gonna let me stretch you out on my cock, yeah?” You heard him spit crudely on the other side of the phone and it had your walls throbbing around your fingers, the lewd noise filling your headphones as he began to move his fist along his cock, “Fuck you into the shape of me.”

Your eyes clenched shut as you imagined how he looked on the other side of the phone, fisting his cock because of you. Trying to imagine those same vermilion eyes staring up at you from between your thighs as he used his own fingers to split you open, how much better they would feel being able to find all the spots inside you that you couldn’t quite reach. Curling your fingers to try and replicate how he’d touch you, the palm of your hand now pressed snugly to your clit as you began to grind against it.

“You sound so fuckin’ pretty, you know that?” He continued, “Keep that up I ain’t gonna fuckin’ last.”

“Oh,” You gasped when you pressed against the spongy spot inside you, feeling your walls quiver around your digits as you brought yourself closer to your release.

“What you thinkin’ about now, sweet girl?” He continued between a deep moan, “Tell me.”

“You fucking me,” You whined truthfully, picturing how his fat cock would look disappearing inside your tight walls, doing exactly what he said and moulding you to the shape of him. Claiming you as his.

“Oh, fuck- I can’t,” He grunted, “Gonna make me cum, sweetheart.”

His tone had you moaning in return, increasing your pace as the soft sounds of your fingers pumping inside your slick heat filled the room, wondering if he could hear the crude noises as you hovered on the edge of your release.

“Wish I was there right now,” He continued, rambling in a hazy sea of lust that clouded his mind, “Would make you feel so good, burying my fat cock inside that pretty little angel cunt, fuck you into the shape of my cock.”

His words did nothing to ease the tension between your thighs, the coil tightening as you hovered on the cusp of your bliss, grinding yourself harder against your palm as you felt yourself about to fall over the edge, “Bakugou, I’m gonna cum-”

“Katsuki, call me Katsuki.” He rasped desperately, the sound of him pumping his cock furiously filled your ears as you felt yourself falling-

“Oh fuck, Katsuki-” You moaned breathlessly, the tightness inside you finally snapping as you found yourself tumbling into your bliss. Your mouth parted in a loud whine as your walls began to clench around your fingers, your orgasm flowing through you in harsh waves.

“Fuck, shit, princess-” Bakugou rasped at the sound of his name leaving your lips so needily, convulsing against his sheets as he jerked his cock through his release, joining you in euphoria.

“You got no clue how much I loved hearin’ my name coming from your lips, do you?” He groaned, breathing heavily on the other side of the line as you both began to come down from your highs, “So fuckin’ good.”

“Katsuki,” You repeated it again, feeling how the name sounded on your tongue as you heard him curse.

“Fuck, don’t. You’ll make me hard again.” He grumbled, “Already came all over myself.”

“Can I see?” You’d surprised yourself by even asking, immediately feeling self-conscious at how weird you probably sounded to him.

“Fuckin’ perv,” He rumbled and you were about to play it off when your phone vibrated with another attachment.

His torso was covered in glistening globs of cum that trailed almost as high as his pectorals, imagining what it would have felt like for him to cover you in the same way. Your walls still fluttered around your fingers in the aftershocks of your climax as you reluctantly pulled them out of your quivering cunt.

“Like what you see, hah?” You could tell from his tone that he was smirking on the other side of the line.

“Maybe,” You teased back.

“Maybe?” He growled, “Just maybe? Looks like I’m gonna have to step my game up.”

“I need to shower again because of you,” You pouted, already feeling messy between your thighs as your fingers still glistened with your slick.

“Me too, clearly.” He scoffed, “I’ll talk to you in a few?”

Your heart panged at the hopeful tone to his voice as it made you feel so wanted, unable to hide the grin on your face as you replied.

“Yeah, I’ll be quick.”

“I mean, if you wanted to send me a few more pictures of you in the shower I wouldn’t complain-” He trailed off.

“Who’s the perv now?” You grinned, hearing his own raspy laugh fill your headphones.

“What can I say, sweetheart?” He groaned, “This is what you do to me.”

“Okay, I’ll be back soon?”

“Me too, talk soon.” He smiled, neither of you wanting to hang up as eventually he pressed the ‘end call’ button.

Just as you’d grabbed a towel ready to hop in the shower you heard your phone vibrating against your bedside table, unable to resist checking it before you went into your bathroom you looked at the new notifications from discord that flashed against the screen.

Bakugou[3.15PM]: My phone number. Just in case.

You couldn’t believe he’d finally entrusted you with his number, the digits clear on the screen as you quickly saved him as a new contact before sending him a text back with your own.

A simple ‘x’ in reply to show that he’d received your message as you grinned at the response. Reluctantly putting your phone down as you moved to climb into the shower.

Bakugou[5.25PM]: I’m sorry princess, I won’t be around much tonight. Shitty hair is dragging me out for drinks and I probably won’t be back until late. Don’t wait up for me.

You[5.26PM]: That’s okay, I might have to stay late at the office. There’s been a mix-up with paperwork that I’m currently trying to fix, wish me luck.

Bakugou[5.27PM]: You better not stay too late for that prick, or I’ll be giving him a call.

You[5.28PM]: Don’t worry, I’ll be home soon. I’ll text you so you know I’m okay?

Bakugou[5.29PM]: Good.

Bakugou[5.30PM]: I’ll make it up to you tomorrow, I’ve got the entire day off. Maybe we can try the new forest level?

You[5.31PM]: I’d really like that :)

You[5.32PM]: Have fun! <3

“Hurry up, Bakubro, we’re late already.” Kirishima poked his head inside Bakugou’s office, noticing the way he instinctively shielded his phone from his prying eyes.

“Yeah, yeah, shitty hair. ‘m comin’.”

Stepping into the bar to find the gang already there with beers, placing his phone down onto the table in favour of snatching a bottle from the bucket in the middle as he took a large swig.

“Hey, slow down, Kacchan. We got the whole night ahead of us.” Kaminari smirked as he took a drink from his own bottle.

“Yeah, you never hang out with us anymore, you know.” Mina shoved his shoulder playfully, “It’s been ages.”

“Got better things to do than to be seen with you dumbasses.”

“Aw, you know you love us.” Mina swung an arm around his broad shoulders to pull him into her side, “We love you too.”

“Get off,” Bakugou growled, wrestling himself from her grip as she moved a hand into the messy, grown out hairs of his undercut as he took another drink of beer.

“Who is that?” Kaminari looked down onto the table to find the source of the buzzing, his eyes focused in on Bakugou’s phone that now illuminated with a new text message from you.

You[7:02PM]: Hope you’re having fun! Just heading home! <3

Bakugou’s swift reflexes were no match for two friends working in tandem, as he was so distracted by Kaminari’s quick hands, almost knocking over Mina’s cocktail in his haste, Kirishima grabbing the glass to keep it upright as Sero managed to slip beneath the pair to seize the phone.

“Oh, she’s real pretty.” Sero grinned like a cheshire cat as he looked at the screen, the first selfie you’d ever sent Bakugou sitting pride of place, “Is this your girlfriend?”

“Ooh, ooh, let me see-” Kaminari made grabby hands for the phone as Sero turned it to face the table, giving everyone a view of Bakugou’s lock screen. The angry blond’s palms sparking in fury.

“Give me the fuckin’ phone or I’ll blow your face off-” Bakugou snarled as Kirishima tried to calm the situation down, but even he couldn’t deny he was curious who this mystery woman was. Noticing that his best friend was spending a lot more time on his smartphone for someone who vehemently spoke about his distaste for the devices, much preferring the brick phone he carried around in his pocket on patrol.

“Did you meet her on that game I got you?” Kirishima asked, the new information now opening the floodgates even more to his nosy friends, “Ain’t no way she’s real.”

“Wait- you met her online?” Sero’s eyes widened, “Come on man, the first rule of the internet.”

“What?”

“Everyone’s a catfish.” Kaminari deadpanned.

“A what?” Bakugou ran a hand down his face in frustration as his hand tightened around the beer bottle, the heat from his palm warming the liquid as he glared across the table.

“A catfish, man.” Sero shook his head, “Where did you meet her?”

“He met her on that new online game he’s been playing,” Kirishima answered for him, causing Bakugou to grind his teeth, fucking shitty hair.

“Oh god, dude. Tell me you didn’t-” Kaminari shook his head, “And I bet her avatar was a pretty girl too, right?”

It was, but what did that have to do with anything-

“I got talking to someone on that game a few weeks ago, thought it was a hot ass chick and it turned out to be a fifty year old from California.”

“Yeah, but you’re a fuckin’ idiot.” Bakugou scoffed, drinking his beer.

“No, Bakubro. I mean it! That-” Kaminari pointed at the phone, “Is a catfish.”

Bakugou made a final swipe for his phone, managing to get it out of Kaminari’s grip as he shoved the device back into his jeans pocket, hunching over the table as he finished off his beer.

“Have you seen any of her social media?” Sero asked as Bakugou thought about the question. He hadn’t, aside from your discord. But he also had never asked, he was barely on social media himself anyway. Apart from his main Pro-Hero accounts that ended up being controlled by his PR team after he lost access to them.

“No,” He scoffed, “Don’t use social media anyway.”

“Okay, what about her friends?” Kaiminari continued, “Have you spoken to any of them?”

“Has she spoken to any of you?” Bakugou rebutted.

“Fine, fine. What about money?” Kaminari pressed, “Has she ever asked you for money?”

“Never.” Bakugou scoffed, this was one question they couldn’t have on him. In all the months you’d been talking to each other you’d never once asked for a single yen from him.

“But have you bought her anything, dude?” Sero asked.

Bakugou thought about it for a moment, prepared to reply with a harsh ‘no’, but he remembered the things he’d gifted to you. It was nothing to him really, short change in comparison to the hero salary that he was bringing in now that he was ranked in the top ten. Although the number was leaps and bounds from the wage he was used to as an up and coming sidekick- and even further away from the money that the average person would make in a year.

“Gems and shit,” He mumbled, “It’s whatever.”

“Gems?” Mina raised a brow, “Like jewellery? I thought you didn’t know where she lived?”

“No,” He grunted, “Like in the fuckin’ game.”

It sounded so stupid talking about it now, embarrassing even that he was explaining to his friends about buying you fictional gifts, things that wouldn’t help a single person on the outside world. But it meant something to him, and it obviously meant something to you too. It was the feeling he got whenever he spoiled you, the appreciation in your voice when he was able to surprise you with these random gifts. It was his way of trying to show you that he cared about you on a deeper level, to show that he loved you. Fuck, did he love you?

“How much have you spent?” Kirishima asked curiously.

“None of your fuckin’ business.” Bakugou’s shoulders slumped over protectively, a subtle way to try and shield himself from the incoming questions flying towards him like bullets.

“That much, huh?” Kaminari scoffed, “Bet she’s enjoying the ride.”

“It ain’t like that,” Bakugou snarled.

“How many other guys do you think she’s doing this too as well, dude.” Sero sighed, “You know it happens.”

“She isn’t.” Bakugou knew you couldn’t be talking to more people, you spent virtually all your free time talking to him, you didn’t have a single second to talk to anyone else.

“What do you think she’s doing when you’re at work?” Kaminari deadpanned, “You think she’s sleeping?”

“She’s got a job,” Bakugou scoffed, “She works with finhead.”

“You mean Manual?” Kirishima asked.

“Oh, how convenient. She works for one of the biggest agencies in the city.” Kaminari continues, “I’m telling you Kacchan, she’s saying that to give herself time to talk to other guys.”

“She ain’t fuckin’ doing that,” Bakugou grunted, wondering why he was even listening to them anymore.

“I mean she could be talking to other guys, you just might not know?” Mina shrugged, “I had four guys at the same time when I downloaded that dating app one time, you just gotta pick the best option.” She took a sip of her cocktail as Kirishima tried to give his friend a reassuring look.

“We told you, man, catfish.” Kaminari persisted.

“We just care about you,” Mina gave him a sympathetic look.

“Mina’s right, Kats. We just don’t want the same thing that happened to you last time happening again.” Kirishima placed a palm on his shoulder, squeezing reassuringly.

Shrugging Kirishima’s hand off his shoulder as he shoved his chair back roughly, the legs scraping against the wooden floor. Bakugou made his way to the bar for something stronger, bulldozing through the crowd. Teeth grinding together to try and stop himself from exploding inside the dive bar, his palms sweating with irritation as he rubbed them against his jeans. They didn’t have a clue, they didn’t know you like he did. They knew absolutely nothing about you.

There’s no way you were a fucking catfish after everything he’d found out about you, how long he’d spent talking to you each evening even during work. He wasn’t an idiot, he wouldn’t allow himself to fall for someone who was deceiving him like that, he was a Pro-Hero for fucks sake. He’d spent years of his life training himself to understand when people were being deceptive, and he had never felt that way around you.

But he began to think back to all the times he had asked you to video chat with him and you’d refused. Replaying the different excuses that you’d given him each time, each one slightly different than the last. Something that never really bothered him until now, wondering if this was the reason why you didn’t- because you couldn’t. If you were really who you said you were, why wouldn’t you video call with him?

Holding his palm out as he waved down the bartender, trying to distract himself from thoughts of you as he pulled his wallet out from his back pocket.

“Whisky, neat.”

Bakugou grunted as the door to his apartment swung open, seconds away from falling face forward onto the gangway as he steadied himself on the doorframe. Stumbling into his apartment as he closed the door behind him with far more force than necessary. The loud bang reverberated into his quiet apartment as he kicked his shoes off, already fuelled by spite from the night out with his friends.

They didn’t know what they were talking about, they knew nothing about you.

Pulling his phone out from his jeans pocket as the screen illuminated in the dark apartment, your photograph flashing on his lock screen as his expression calmed. The deep lines from his frown softened as he felt his heart begin to speed up at the sight of you. Even if they didn’t believe you were real, he did. He knew that there was no way to fake the interactions you’d both had together, even if he’d never been able to meet you before. Fake people were so easy to spot, easy to catch- and that wasn’t you.

Squinting as he tried to unlock his phone, the face ID not working due to the darkness in the room as he haphazardly typed in his passcode, swiping against the screen until he found your phone number, uncaring that it was almost two in the morning in his drunken haze as he pressed call. The familiar sound ringing as he waited for you to pick up, grumbling beneath his breath as he continued to navigate through his apartment, making his way towards his bedroom.

Fuck, he grunted, shouldering the doorframe to his room as he stumbled inside. Flopping back onto his bed as the call went through to voicemail.

“Pick the fuck up, baby. Wanna speak to you-” He spoke into the phone, leaving the message before he went back to redial.

Trying a voice call this time, the different ringtone played out as he squinted at his phone in the darkness. Barely able to see his face as the camera filled the screen, the slightest hint of his eyes and nose visible as he waited for you to pick up. The call ringing out as he grumbled beneath his breath.

“Katsu?” You murmured groggily, not even realising that it was a video call until you huddled back beneath your duvet. Using it to conceal your face as you saw the angry blond on the other side.

Bakugou’s eyes tried to focus on the screen to get a better look at you, his gaze meeting yours as his heart began to throb in his chest, an uncharacteristically big smile appearing on his face as he heard his name coming from your lips.

“Baby,” He breathed, “I fuckin’ missed you.”

“I missed you too,” You smiled on the other side of the phone, realising that he was clearly intoxicated, “Did you have fun?”

“Tch, was fine.” He slurred, “Woulda rather been with you.”

“Me too,” You smiled, “You gonna get some sleep now?”

“Wanted to talk to you first,” He rasped, “Wanted to hear your voice.”

“Drink some water before you go to sleep,” You cooed, “Can you do that for me?”

“Course I fuckin’ can. I’m a Pro-Hero,” He puffed out his chest as you saw him drop the phone to the side, leaving you staring at darkness as you heard him shuffling on the other side of the phone.

“You okay, Katsuki?” You asked as he held the phone back to his face a few moments later.

“Took my clothes off.” He slurred, “Too hot.”

“You are too hot,” You laughed, cuddling back against your sheets as you watched him flop back down onto the bed.

“I love you, you know.”

“What?” Did he really just say what you thought he’d said, even in his drunken state there must be some kind of truth to the words or something that had prompted the admission. Liquid courage was often a blessing and a curse.

“I said I love you, dumbass.” Bakugou grumbled, “And I really fuckin’ do. You’re so perfect. Too good f’ me.”

“I’m really not,” You smiled softly, watching as his eyes began to droop in the low light.

“Just needed to tell ya-” You listened closely as he became quieter on the other side of the line, his breathing flattening as he’d clearly fallen asleep on the other side of the line.

He was definitely not about to drink some water, you mused as you continued to watch him. Soft snores began to spill from his lips that brought a sense of comfort to you, your heart racing in your chest as you watched him. Placing your phone on the bed beside you as you snuggled into your pillow.

“I love you too, Katsuki.” You whispered, closing your eyes as you allowed yourself to fall asleep to the sound of him.

You hadn’t expected Bakugou to come online quite so early the next day, waking up to see the phone call disconnected as you felt a slight twinge of sadness in your chest. Hoping that you might have been able to catch a glimpse of his sleeping face in the early hours of the morning as the sun began to rise.

Making yourself a cup of coffee as you settled into your gaming chair, hoping to occupy yourself on your day off work until he was up and ready to join you. Sending him a good morning text message before logging into the game.

You’d managed to clear one of the forest areas by yourself, using the Scythe’s that Bakugou had helped you upgrade, the levels improving its stability and power as you collected the achievements at the end. Excited to show him the new content that you’d managed to snag as you took a sip of your drink.

A few hours later you saw the familiar notification that Bakugou had logged into the game, the status symbol turning green as you moved to send him a text message. Not wanting to pull him into a voice call as you could only imagine how much his head throbbed after last night, wondering if he remembered anything from the early morning events. Bakugou, however, beat you to it when you saw the familiar call screen appear, immediately accepting with a smile on your face.

“Morning, Katsuki.”

“Hey, sweetheart.” He groans, his voice husky from sleep and the previous night's activities.

“How you feeling?” You hummed.

“Fine,” He grunted, “Drank too fuckin’ much.”

“Do you remember anything from last night?” You wondered if he did-

“Got home and tried to call you fifty fuckin’ times, apparently.” He scoffed, “I woke up at like five and the call was still connected, sorry about that-”

“It’s okay, I didn’t mind,” You smiled, “It was cute.”

“Cute?” He scoffed, “Ain’t nothin’ about me cute, princess.”

“Well, you were last night.” You did feel slightly forlorn that he didn’t seem to remember his confession during the phone call, wondering if it had just been him drunk and nothing else.

“Hope you didn’t lose too much sleep because of me.”

“Nah, I actually liked it,” You hummed, “Made me feel like you were thinking about me.”

“I was,” He shrugged.

“I was thinking about you too.” You smiled, “And at least I found out something new about you last night.”

“Oh yeah? What’s that?” He replied curiously.”

“That you can’t hold your drink,” You laughed, hearing him tell you to "piss off” on the other side of the line as you scrolled your cursor to the world map, “Are you sure you’re okay to play this morning? You can take a nap or grab some food first?”

“‘m fine, got some water.” He brushed you off, “Did you find a lobby for us?”

“Yeah, this one- it’s closing in a few minutes.” You dropped the link as you watched his avatar appear beside your own, “It feels like ages since we’ve played together.”

“Aww, you miss me?” You can hear the cocky tone to his voice as you check your inventory, making sure you’re still stocked up on potions as the timer continues to count down.

You end up playing three more raids with Bakugou in a row, making up for lost time as your busy lives have kept you away from the game. Trying to maintain your level as you prepare yourself for the next floor boss.

“I need to go and take a bath, I’ve got a few errands to run but I’ll be back in a few hours?” You smile, stretching your arms above your head, “That way we’ll have the entire evening to try and beat the boss together with no distractions.”

“A bath?” Bakugou groans, the only words he’s picked up on in the entire sentence, “You tryin’ to turn me on, sweetheart?”

“I wasn’t,” You hummed, “But are you?”

“Fuck,” He rasped, feeling his cock begin to stir between his thighs, “Just thinkin’ about you like that’s gonna have me hard.” He groaned.

“Maybe I’ll take some pictures for you,” You smirked.

“Better not be teasin’ me, woman.” He goaded you.

“Would I do that to you?” You cheekily replied.

“I think you would, gonna prove me wrong?” He teased.

“I’ll speak to you in a bit, Katsuki.” You smiled, moving to end the call.

“Course, sweetheart.”

Bakugou groaned as he moved his focus back to the game, hoping to try and clear some levels in return for you by the time you returned from your bath. But now all he could think about was you completely naked and covered by the warm, soapy water. Imagining how your body would look covered in that wet sheen as you ran your hands all over yourself, cleaning every single inch of yourself.

“Fuck,” He rasped, glancing down at the now visible hardness beneath his grey sweatpants.

Leaning back in his computer chair as he reached for his phone to take a picture for you, hitting send before moving a hand down to palm himself in order to grant some sweet relief.

Bakugou[11:45AM]: Fuck, princess. Look what you do to me. Got me so hard for you.

He squeezed his cock, feeling it throb beneath the fabric as he raised his hips enough to pull it down his thighs, letting it hang slack around his calves as he wrapped his fingers around his drooling length. Sucking a hiss through his teeth at the sensation as he moved to open the risque nudes that you’d sent him before, holding his phone in a palm as he began to work his cock with the other. Leaning forward to spit down onto the tip as some of it landed on his fist, using it as lubrication as he began to languidly pump himself.

Crude thoughts of you flooded his mind as he imagined the look you would give him as you sat on your knees for him, those pretty tits in perfect view as he’d move to press the fat tip of his cock against your pouty lips. Groaning as your tongue would slip out to lap at the slit, tasting him before slowly taking him inside your wet heat. Tightening his grip on himself as he tried to replicate how it would feel, your tongue brushing against the prominent veins that forked along his length as the head hit the back of your throat, imagining how much of him you’d be able to take before you were gagging around him. Spluttering as a mixture of his cum and your spit dribbled down your chin, making you look so debauched for him.

“Shit,” He continued, closing his eyes as he began to imagine what your pretty pussy would look like wrapped around his cock. The bulging tip bullying its way between your folds to nudge your clit as he made you cry out for him, imagining how desperate you’d sound as you called his name. The sound of it spilling from your lips now ingrained in his memory, though he wished he’d recorded you saying it so he could play it whenever he pleased.

Speeding up as he found himself getting closer and closer to his climax, teeth grinding together as more grunts reverberated from deep in his chest, the crude sound of his hand working his cock filling the quiet room.

But then his mind began to wander further, replaying the words that Sero and Kaminari had said to him the night before, “Ain’t no way she’s real.”

Bakugou scrunched his nose as he tried to ignore the sound of Kaminari’s voice playing in his mind, instead opening his eyes to glance back at the photograph you’d sent him of you in the pretty lingerie for him, focused on the curve of your ass as he began to imagine how it would look when you were bouncing on his cock-

“We told you, man, catfish.”

Snarling in frustration as he felt his cock begin to soften at the words, his mind now plagued with scepticism and disbelief as he felt his climax slip away from him. His heavy balls aching with the desire to empty his seed, but now all he could think about was the fact that you may not be who you said you were.

What if they were right? He’d only ever seen photographs of you, and what if you’d sent these photographs to everyone you were speaking to online? What if you’d been sent them from a friend who was in on it too, and you were only after his money. What if they were pictures of a victim that didn’t even know her pictures were being used, and he was being a disgusting pervert getting off to them.

Fuck, he felt so confused. Letting his head fall back against his gaming chair as he moved to text you one-handed.

Bakugou[12.10PM]: We need to talk.

You wrapped a warm, fluffy towel around you as you climbed out of the bath, letting the water slowly swirl down the drain as you made your way back into your bedroom. Almost embarrassed by how quickly you found yourself missing Bakugou as you moved to send him a text, surprised to find however a slew of texts from him first.

Bakugou[12.10PM]: We need to talk.

Bakugou[12.10PM]: I’ve been doing a lot of thinking.

Bakugou[12.12PM]: Can you just text me when you’re back so we can talk.

Bakugou[12.15PM]: I’ll be waiting.

His tone made you feel nervous as you read through the messages he’d left you, nervously raising the phone to your ear to call him but you were left with no response. The call forwarding to his voicemail as though he’d let it ring out.

You[12.17PM]: I’m here, can you pick the phone up please I’m trying to call you?

Nervously trying to call him again, but being left with the exact same voicemail message as you cut the call before the familiar beep.

You[12.19PM]: Katsuki?

You remembered that he had promised to wait online for you so you moved towards your desktop computer, noticing that his avatar still showed that it was online and in green, so you chanced leaving him a message on there too.

You: Katsuki? You wanted to talk?

When you looked closer you noticed that his character was currently in play, clicking onto it to look up the stat as it showed what lobby he’d entered. He was taking part in one of the one-on-one fights, battling another opponent, someone that you didn’t recognise. Moving your character to the lobby of the fight where spectators could watch you noticed the level of stamina he was using was completely unnecessary for the opponent he was up against, his sword slashing forward in rapid succession as he set out a frenzied attack on the other player.

Waiting as he threw the final hit towards the other avatar as ‘VICTORY’ flashed up on the screen in a bright blue font, hoping now that he would notice your messages and call you back as you waited with your phone in hand.

Picking up on the first ring as you saw him finally call you, the phone going straight to your ear as you didn’t bother with headphones.

“Katsuki, are you okay?”

“Yeah,” He grunted, you could hear his chest heaving on the other side of the phone.

“What did you want to talk about?” You weren’t even sure you wanted to know.

“Are you real?” He asked.

“Wait, what?” You were caught off guard by the question, what did he mean were you real?

“It’s a simple fuckin’ question.” He spat back, the rage slowly building inside him, “Are you who you fuckin’ said you are.”

“Yes, of course I am.” You were so confused, “Why wouldn’t I be?”

“So why are you sending me fake fuckin’ pictures?” You were at a loss for words, wondering what had led him to think you were sending him pictures that weren’t of you. Wondering if you’d accidentally sent him a picture of one of your friends instead, or something random from your camera roll.

“I’m not though, Katsuki.” You replied, wondering if you should go back through your conversations to try and find out what he meant.

“Don’t lie to me,” He growled, “How many other guys are you doin’ this to?”

“Can you just tell me what you’re talking about?” You huffed, “What other guys?”

“Answer the fuckin’ question.” He sneered, “Do I have to dumb it down for you, sweetheart? How many guys are you talking to?”

“Just you?” You answered as though it was the most obvious question in the world, of course he was the only guy you were talking to. You spent almost every free minute you had with him outside of work and sleep.

“Oh, so I’m the lucky one this time, hah?” He jeered, “Lucky me.”

“I don’t know what you’re talking about, Katsuki.” You’d heard of Dynamight’s volatile temper, the media portraying this side of him frequently. But you never expected to hear it firsthand.

“Stop fuckin’ callin’ me that.” He growled, “You’re the one out here whoring yourself out and for what? A few extra gems in the game?”

“I’m what?”

Did he just call you a whore?

“Wastin’ your fuckin’ time for a game that doesn’t even exist, pathetic.” He continued.

“I honestly don’t know what you’re talking about, Bakugou.” You felt tears pooling in your eyes at his harsh tone.

“Who’s the girl in the pictures?” He pressed.

“Me?” You’d scrolled back through your conversations, the only pictures you’d sent him were pictures of you.

“Tell me the fuckin’ truth.” He snarled, “I don’t have time for your bullshit.”

“What bullshit, Katsuki.” You shouted back in exasperation, “If I was a catfish, don’t you think I’d find better pictures to send you?”

“What are you fuckin’ talking about?” He spat scornfully.

“Prettier pictures.” You mumbled, thick tears began to fall down the apples of your cheeks as you tried to brush them away with the palm of your hand.

“Okay, if you’re not lying, video chat with me right now.” He deadpanned.

“W-what?”

“It’s that simple.” He growled, “If you’re really who you said you are, you'd do it.”

“I can’t-” You pleaded, it wasn’t that simple-

“It’s a fuckin’ video call, why won’t you do it with me?” He barked, his tone dark.

Your ex-boyfriend's words repeated in your mind at the request, reminding yourself why you could never allow yourself to be comfortable enough to accept the video call. “Wow, I wasn’t expecting you to look that bad on video,” the words were like a stake to the heart when he’d said them to you, every single insecurity you had now slowly piling up. You hated your skin, especially when you’d just got out of the shower. Not to mention the tears that were beginning to pool in your thick lashes, giving you puffy skin around your eyes as you tried desperately to keep them inside. You didn’t want him to see you like this, you couldn’t handle that kind of rejection again. Especially from someone who you were so deeply in love with.

“I just can’t right now-” You mumble, “If you give me time-”

You were going to try and put makeup on and find somewhere in your house with better lighting, preparing yourself to be vulnerable for him.

“What?” He grunted, “So you can come up with more excuses.”

“It’s not an excuse.” You mumbled, even though it was. Your insecurities were always your biggest downfall when it came to relationships or even just life in general. The thing that always seemed to hold you back the most.

“I should’ve fuckin’ known you were only talking to me because of my money.” He scoffed, “You’re like all the rest.”

“Wait, what?” Now you were confused, the money?

“You can’t even do this one thing for me.” He continued, “One simple fuckin’ thing.”

“Look, plea-”

“Fucking bitch.” He snarled, cutting you off, “Delete my number now.”

“Wait, Katsuki. What?” Tears continued to spill down your cheeks.

“Don’t talk to me ever again, I didn’t want to believe them, but you proved it.” He continued on, his voice getting louder the more enraged he became, “Fuckin’ dunceface was right, you’re just another bitch tryin’ to get my fuckin’ money.”

“I wasn’t-” Is that really how little he thought of you?

“What was it gonna be next- A bag? A car?” He scoffed, “Or maybe you were just lookin’ to sell your story to the papers, hah? Another fuckin’ whore tryin’ to get rich off my back, well I ain’t letting it happen again.”

“I really fucking liked you Bakugou Katsuki,” You sniffed, tears now dropping onto the towel you were still wrapped in as you shivered silently, soaking into the damp fabric as you stopped trying to rub them away, “I really thought I was falling in love with you.”

“Falling in love with me or my money?” He sneered.

“You’re such a fucking asshole.” Your voice was so quiet when you spoke, barely a whisper as you ended the call.

Blocking his number first as you moved to discord to block his profile, tears dripping from your cheeks and onto your chest as you sat there wrapped in a fluffy towel, uncaring that you were still slightly damp as you climbed back into your bed. Pulling the duvet over your shaking body as you let the tears flow freely, soaking your pillow as you tried to process what had just happened, what Bakugou had accused you of.

You didn’t expect it to end like this.

It had been three weeks since Bakugou had talked to you last, and everyone at the agency was experiencing the aftermath. Bakugou’s temper reached a contentious boiling point, one that threatened to erupt like hot burning lava from a volcano each time he stepped into the office. Even petty crime had decreased in the area, villains terrified of being at the end of one of Bakugou’s explosive outbursts. The Dynamight agency now a volatile battleground as he picked up as many shifts as possible, completely surrounding himself with his work in a feeble attempt to take his mind off you, if only just for a few moments.

You’d done this to him, turned him into this bitter creature that was still full of so much love for you even after everything. He couldn’t take away the bitter taste in his mouth when he reminded himself what you’d done to deceive him, the lies you told. Bile thick in his throat as he remembered the way he’d opened up to you, just to have you throw it back in his face.

He had to stop himself unblocking you after the first night, whether it was to throw more insults at you or to tell you he was sorry he was unsure. Either way, he missed your voice. The only thing that dulled the ache slightly was work, even sleep only brought him memories of you.

Bakugou hadn’t touched the game since he stopped speaking to you, not even wanting to go online to see more memories of the times with you, the old snapshots and messages of the nights you’d spent together, the moments he’d spent falling in love with you.

He’d been foolish, he’d let his guard down and allowed himself to fall for you, but he wouldn’t let it happen again.

His heart was already a fortress, guarded with gates so high that no one could break through, or so he thought. The gates opening with a key that you seemed to hold as you broke through, stealing his heart as you held it in your hands. Taking everything until the fortress was completely barren.

“I fuckin’ told you what enhancements I wanted on the gauntlets, why isn’t it ready?” He snarled on the phone to a poor member of his technology department, “I don’t fuckin’ care what excuses you have, just get it done-”

Bakugou slammed the phone down in fury as Kirishima loitered near the entrance to his office, giving him a soft smile as he closed the door behind him, watching his friend card a hand through his messy blond hair, heaving a sigh.

“I know you miss her, Bakubro.” Kirishima started before he was cut off by his best friend.

“I don’t miss shit,” Bakugou grunted.

‘You don’t have to lie to me.” Kirishima continued, “She was a big part of your life. I know how you felt about her.”

“You don’t know shit,” Bakugou growled, the more he thought about you, the fierier he became.

“Well, I remembered you telling me that she worked for a hero agency,” Kirishima began, choosing his words carefully.

“Yeah, another fuckin’ lie,” Bakugou grunted, sitting back in his chair as his leg bounced beneath the desk to try and stop himself from exploding.

“Well, man.” Kirishima came around the desk to stand beside Bakugou, holding his phone out to his best friend, “I thought you might want to see this-”

Bakugou’s eyes roamed the screen as he saw your name in the middle, your job title below it along with the agency you worked at and your contact number. The exact same digits and area code as the number you’d given to him-

“It probably wasn’t the best idea, but I know the database has information for all Pro-Hero Agency employees in the country in case of emergency, and I figured I’d take a quick look. There’s one, in particular, that has information on employees for shared missions. And she came up-”

“This don’t prove shit,” Bakugou grunted, “Just means she’s pretending to be whoever this is.”

“I thought that could be a possibility too, so I searched her name online and found this-” Kirishima’s fingers slid against his screen clumsily as he closed the photo he’d shown Bakugou, moving it to Instagram to show him the page, “This was her right?”

Bakugou snatched the phone from Kirishima’s hands as he began to scroll through your feed, clicking on certain photographs where you were the main focus. A few candid ones where you were laughing at something, and some were where you were sitting in the same gaming chair with the pink headphones he recognised.

“Has she sent you any of these pictures before, man?” Kirishima asked as he continued looking over Bakugou’s shoulder, “Some of them are tagged by friends too, it looks legit.”

He felt like an asshole.

Bakugou continued scrolling through the phone, his finger stroking over your cheek on the screen as he read through some of the captions. A lot of them seemed to be about you missing home, missing your friends. Some of the photographs he’d seen before, remembering when you’d showed them to him and the stories behind them. Others he’d never seen until now, looking through pictures where you looked so happy, so free. But he’d also seen some that you hadn’t posted on here at all, remembering your words when you’d told him that they’d been for his eyes only.

“See, man.” Kirishima gave him a small smile, “She’s real.”

“Fuck.”

It was probably too late to fix it, he’d already ruined any chance he had of being with you. Dumping the phone onto his desk as he sat back in his chair, brows set into a firm glare.

“Are you not gonna go and find her, Kats?” Kirishima asked, he hadn’t seen his friend look this defeated since high school.

“No fuckin’ point, I already fucked it.”

“Just go and tell her how you feel, man.” Kirishima squeezed his shoulder reassuringly, “At least then you can say you tried.”

Bakugou scoffed, shaking his head as he continued staring forward. He didn’t deserve you anyway, people like him didn’t deserve happiness.

“Sometimes it isn’t just about you.” Kirishima continued, “What about her feelings?”

“She’s better off without me.”

“That isn’t your decision to make.” Kirishima pushed, “You can’t keep being a coward-”

“I ain’t a fuckin’ coward.” Bakugou sneered.

“Then tell her how you feel.”

Bakugou stood from his chair, deliberately shouldering Kirishima out of the way as he stormed out of his office. It was probably too late, but Kirishima was right. You were the best thing that had ever happened to him, so he had to fucking try.

“There’s someone here at reception for you.” You looked from the paperwork on your desk to see one of your colleagues calling for you from across the room.

“For me?” You wondered if they’d got you confused with someone else, you didn’t know anyone in the city. And even if your friends had come to visit you here, there’s no way they’d turn up at the agency unannounced.

“You can’t just come in here Dynamight, sir—” Your eyes widened in surprise when you saw the Pro-Hero standing in the doorway, his eyes roaming over the office through his black mask as he sought you out. Immediately stilling when his gaze met your own as if it was your look alone that calmed the hurricane that blustered towards you.

“Bakugou,” You mumbled beneath your breath.

You’d spent so long and tried so hard to push him to the back of your mind that now he was finally here the emotions threatened to come bubbling back to the surface. Your throat seized up as you felt tears threatening to spill from your glassy eyes, watching him as he made a beeline for you. The entire office was silent as they watched the interaction with absolutely no subtlety, the realisation causing you to feel even more uncomfortable.

“What are you doing here?” You felt so self-conscious beneath his gaze for the first time, unsure where to look as you focused on the bright orange ‘x’ that sat across his chest. He was so much taller than you, making you feel so small in comparison. No longer having the screen separating the both of you which gave you the confidence to talk to him, instead of feeling so nervous in his company. Especially when he was clad in his signature hero outfit, everything apart from the large gauntlets he usually carried. As though he’d made it over to Manuals Agency in a rush, forgetting them in his haste.

What made it worse was the fact that you were still struggling to sleep even though it had been weeks since you’d blocked him, the pain of your last conversation with him still weighed heavy on your mind as you willed the ground to swallow you whole. The silence was deafening as you could feel his eyes drinking in the sight of you, you couldn’t recall the last time you’d felt so hideous.

Wishing that you’d had some sort of divine intervention this morning when you’d woken up for work and put some make-up on to try and hide the darkened bags beneath your eyes or your slight uneven skin tone.

“I needed to talk to you,” Bakugou spoke simply, his gaze unwavering.

“You haven’t wanted to talk to me for weeks and suddenly you show up at my office?” You crossed your hands over your chest, trying to grant yourself some comfort as you held your own.

“I-” He paused, as though trying to think of the words first.

“You can’t just show up at my job unannounced after what you did,” You raise your voice in a mock whisper as you look around the agency at your colleagues, feeling sets of eyes on you as the Number Seven hero Dynamight stood tall in their office, looming over everyone with that same domineering energy he conducted each time he entered a room.

“I needed to talk to you, please,” He continued, “Will you come outside with me?”

“No,” You shake your head, trying to push back the tears that threaten to fall, “You don’t get to come in trying to control things when you’re the one that fucked this up.”

“I know I fucked up, I know.” He sighed, “Please will you at least talk to me in private?”

You chewed the inside of your lip, wishing that you’re resolve was stronger. If there was one thing you knew about Dynamight from the media it was that he didn’t beg, but the pleading look that you saw on his face now said otherwise.

“Wait here,” You heaved a sigh as you moved back to your desk to pick up your bag, switching your monitor off before walking towards your boss' table to let him know you were taking lunch.

“Isn’t it a little early for that?” You turned your head to the side slightly as you watched his gaze meet Dynamight’s stoic stare as he glanced back towards you with wide eyes, “Oh, I see- take as long as you need.”

Moving back through your office as you walked straight past Bakugou, leaving the same way he came in as you took him around the Manual Agency building, coming to a small square with an understated water fountain outside. A mock version of the Normal Hero stood in the middle as it shot out streams of water in various directions, a simple ode to his quirk.

“I eat my lunch out here sometimes,” You mumbled softly, moving to sit on one of the vacant benches around the fountain as you smiled softly at the water feature.

“S’nice.” Bakugou whispered, standing awkwardly beside your seated figure before he dropped down beside you. Pulling his black mask up over his face until it lay against the top of his forehead, pushing some of the blond messy spikes from his face. Hating the way your body betrayed you as you looked at how attractive it made him, your eyes flitting towards his lips and the stubble that shadowed his jawline before averting your gaze.

“Why are you really here, Bakugou?” You asked, chancing a glance at the blond, “You made your feelings pretty clear already.”

“Why wouldn’t you video chat with me?” He murmured softly.

Biting your lip as you tried to work out how to explain to him why you couldn’t, why you didn’t. Suddenly feeling the vulnerability of not having a screen to hide behind or a keyboard to use. This time face to face with the object of your affections, your heart felt like it was caught in your throat as you took a deep breath.

“I was scared, okay.” You exhaled softly, “I’ve never looked good on video, and I didn’t want you to think I was ugly.”

“You- what?” Bakugou couldn’t believe what you were saying, why would he think you were ugly?

“I was with my ex for a while,” You smiled bitterly, “Used to think he was the love of my life.”

You almost laughed looking back at the memory, it felt like worlds away from where you were now.

“We used to video chat a lot, especially when he had to work late or I picked up extra shifts,” You continued, “But he used to say I looked horrible on video, that the camera picked up all my worst angles.”

You could feel the tears beginning to build up again, and you sniffed, looking up at the sky as you tried to stop them from falling. Trying desperately not to cry in front of Bakugou, exhaling softly as you continued.

“And then I found out who you were, and how attractive you were, and how many beautiful girls you’ve probably been with and I couldn’t do it.” You shook your head, “I just kept hearing those same words from my ex, and I couldn’t bear hearing them from you.”

“Wouldn’t have called you ugly,” He scoffed, “There’s no way.”

“No, but you would’ve thought it- and that’s almost just as bad.” You sniffed, tears clinging to your lashes as they blurred your vision.

“Ain’t an ugly part of you.” He mumbled, chewing his lip. The words causing you to scoff as you shook your head in disagreement.

“I saw your Instagram,” He continued.

“Oh god, there are some horrible tagged photos of me on there,” You groaned, willing the ground to swallow you whole as you pictured Bakugou’s face as he went through your page. A look of pure disgust on his features as he found the ones where you were making silly faces with your friends, or coming home from a long night out.

“I didn’t see a single ugly photo.” His eyes met yours, tugging one of his gloves off as he dropped it onto the bench beside him. Raising his thumb to brush the tears from your cheek.

“You believe me now?” You smiled woefully, moving away from his touch. Certain that if you leaned into it you’d melt back into him.

“I shouldn’t have acted like that.” Bakugou shook his head.

“You’re right, you shouldn’t have.” You could feel the anger building inside you. “We could’ve just spoke about it like adults, but instead you decided to come in on the defensive-”

“I-” He began, but you cut him off.

“You fucking thought I was the one lying to you, when you’re the one that said he was a Pro-Hero.”

“I’m sorry.” He whispered, so quietly you weren’t even sure you’d heard it.

“I just don’t know why you couldn’t just talk to me.” You mumbled.

“My ex,” Bakugou began, shifting on the bench to stare at the water that danced across the fountain, sparkling in the bright afternoon sunlight, “Ended up leaving me and selling a story to the papers.”

He raised his thumb up to his lips, biting down on the pad as he continued to avoid your gaze, staying quiet beside him as you allowed him the time to continue his story.

“Turned out she was only with me for the money, not because she actually wanted to be with me,” He lamented.

“But you’re Dynamight, why wouldn’t she wanna be with just you?” You raised a brow, there were thousands of women out there who would’ve killed to be in her position.

“‘m just an asshole, I guess.” He shrugged, “When she left me she actually said that no one would love someone as cold as me.”

He scoffed as he shook his head, letting his palms drop back onto his lap, “She was probably right.”

“I mean, you are an asshole.” You smiled softly, “But I still like you.”

“Yeah?” He replied, a small smile on his face as he turned his head to face you.

Returning the gesture as you slipped your hand into his upturned palm, lacing your fingers together as you squeezed softly, feeling the palm slick with sweat as you took note of how much bigger his hands were compared to yours.

“I should’ve been the one thinking you were a catfish,” You laughed, “You’re a fucking Pro-Hero.”

“I know,” He groaned, hesitating for a moment before he continued, “Please just let me make it up to you?”

“It’s gonna take a lot of making up,” You gave his palm another squeeze, “And Mapo Tofu.”

Bakugou smiled at the words, “You got a deal, princess.”

You shyly met his gaze as you leaned forward, keeping your grip on his hand as you met his lips in a gentle kiss. His gloved palm moved up to cup your cheek as he deepened it, swiping his tongue against your bottom lip before delving forward. Brushing against your own as you melted into him, tilting your head to the side as he deepened the kiss. This was exactly what you’d been fantasising about ever since you’d first met him all those weeks ago online and you couldn’t believe that it was actually happening here and now. Wondering if you were going to wake up and it would all be a dream. Reluctantly breaking the kiss as he lay his forehead against your own, his gloved thumb stroking your cheek as you both basked in the intimacy of the moment for a little longer.

“Come to my house for dinner,” He asks gruffly, noticing the hesitation on your face as he chews his lip.

“What, now?” You raised a brow.

“Tch, yeah.” He shrugs, “Lemme make it up to you.”

“I’ve gotta get back to work, Bakugou. I just walked out-” You began but he cut you off.

“Manual owes me so many fuckin’ favours I’m cashin’ in on this one right now.”

Jumping up to sit on his kitchen counter as you watched him begin to gather the ingredients he needed to cook for you, a soft smile on your face when you noticed how comfortable he looked. A completely different face to the usually bold and brash Pro-Hero Dynamignt.

“What you statin’ at?” He rasped, looking over his shoulder at you as he placed a pan onto his stove.

“You.” You replied with a grin, your legs gently swaying from side to side as he turned to face you.

“Be careful, princess.” He rasped.

“It’s just nice getting to watch you cook,” You hummed, “I’m so used to just hearing it over voice chat.”

It felt so surreal that you’d not only met the man you’d been talking to for weeks but you were currently sitting in his huge apartment in one of the tallest high rises in the city. You’d expected the inside to be lavish and overstated if the ride up in the elevator was anything to go by. You were afraid to touch anything because everything looked expensive, terrified of leaving a mark on the perfect building. It almost made you feel out of place like you weren’t supposed to be here, that people like you didn’t belong in places like this.

Relieved when you’d stepped inside Bakugou’s apartment to find it looked relatively homely. The large, lavish furniture that you’d been expecting to fill the huge space was instead understated pieces that you could see yourself purchasing. Immediately giving a humble quality to the top ten Pro, although there were still a few examples of wealth that sat around the apartment. Multiple gaming consoles beneath a lavish television, his gaming setup looked custom-built and held his signature colours, and the subtle All Might merchandise that sat in key places around the room— all signed. He was still worlds away from your life, and the thought scared you slightly as you tried to push it to the back of your mind.

“Well,” Breaking you out of your thoughts as he came over to you, resting his large palms on your waist as he looked into your eyes, “If someone had video chatted with me, they would’ve seen me cook a long time ago.”

Even from your position on the island, your head was still lower than his own, your eyeline meeting his collarbones as he squeezed your hips softly.

“Yeah, yeah. I know,” You pouted, Bakugou unable to resist as he leaned forward to steal a kiss, “But I was scared.”

“I can’t believe you thought I’d think you were ugly,” He shook his head in disbelief, “Ain’t a single part of you that’s ugly.”

“You have to say that,” You sighed.

“You callin’ me a liar?” He raised a brow, if there was one thing Bakugou wasn't, it was a liar.

“No,” You shook your head, reaching up to wrap your arms around his broad shoulders. Spreading your thighs slightly to create more space so he could slip between them, bringing him closer to you.

“Good.” He leaned forward to steal a kiss, smirking when your head tried to follow his lips when he pulled back, “Better not be.”

“I still can’t believe you came into my office,” You smiled, playing with the hairs at the nape of his neck, “I’m pretty sure you gave my boss a heart attack.”

“I just knew I fucked up,” He grunted, “Had to fix it.”

“I thought you didn’t want me anymore.” You mumbled.

“I swear to you,” He raised one of his large palms to cup your cheek, leaning into his touch as he met your gaze, “I gotcha now, ain’t ever gonna let you go.”

“You promise?” You felt your heart begin to speed up at his words.

“I promise,” He stroked his thumb over your cheek.

“But what if you find someone better?” You mumbled.

“Whatcha mean ‘better’?” He scoffed.

“I dunno, like nicer, prettier-” You continued feebly.

Bakugou grabbed your wrist in one of his large palms, bringing your hand between your bodies as he pushed it against his crotch. Opening your hand as you lay it flat on top of the fabric, feeling the prominent bulge beneath as your lashes fluttered at the sensation.

“Do ya feel that?” He rasps, “That’s what you fuckin’ do to me, princess.”

Your lips parted in a silent moan as you felt his hips languidly roll into your touch, giving himself some needed friction as he pecked the corner of your mouth, his nose nuzzling your cheek.

“So don’t ever convince yourself that you’re ugly, or that I don’t want you because I really fuckin’ do.” He groaned, his warm breath fanning your face as you became bolder.

Using your grip on his shoulders to bring him down into a soft kiss, your fingers carding through the short hairs at the base of his undercut as you became bolder, pressing down harder on the bulge between his thighs to add to the friction. Your fingers tried to curl around his length through the fabric as he shamelessly began to rut his hips into your touch.

“You’re irresistible.” He growled against your lips, his warm palms sliding along your thighs as he found the curve of your ass. Squeezing your cheeks roughly as he pulled your ass to the edge of the island, moving your hand from his crotch to his shoulder to steady yourself as you gasped in surprise. Your thighs squeezed around his hips as you felt his crotch pressed snug against yours.

“Fuck,” He groaned, feeling the heat radiating from your core, your skirt riding higher up your thighs as all that was between him and your cunt was the thin fabric of your panties.

“Katsuki,” You hummed when you felt him begin to leave wet, open-mouthed kisses along the column of your neck. Stopping at your pulse point as his teeth latched on, biting down as he felt moans vibrating in your throat. His tongue slipped out to salve at the mark that was certain to darken as he continued lower, pressing his lips into the junction of your neck and shoulder as he repeated the action. Feeling your body grind against his in response as he began to stroke the apex of your thighs. Dipping his thumbs between them as he massaged the soft skin, moving dangerously close to your outer labia as listened to the way your breath hitched in your throat each time he neared your heat.

Dragging the back of his knuckle against the crotch of your panties as he heard you gasp in surprise, a cocky grin on his lips as he sought out your clit beneath the thin fabric, feeling your body throb from his ministrations.

“Don’t tease me,” You mumbled, rolling your hips into his touch as he pressed his thumb against your slit, pressing down on your panties as he pushed them between your folds, dragging the digit lower as he moved towards your tight entrance. Deliberately pressing against it through the fabric, knowing that he wouldn’t be able to slip inside you. The tip of his thumb barely pressed against your walls as he felt them flutter around him in anticipation.

“What was that, sweetheart?” Your slick now soaking your panties as he watches your reaction, continuing to circle your needy hole.

“Don’t tease me,” You almost whined, glancing up at your face to see your lashes fluttering as your pupils dilated, his cock twitching beneath his pants as he swore under his breath, “Please, Katsu.”

“Fuck,” He groaned, it was so damn hard to resist you.

Bakugou moved his fingers to the hem of your panties, tugging them down your hips as he helped ease you off the island just enough to pull them down your thighs. Almost ripping the fabric in his haste as he let them fall forgotten to the kitchen floor, dropping to his knees between your thighs as he brought you towards the edge of the counter.

“Fuckin’ hell.” He groaned, feeling the heat rise in your cheeks at the way his vermilion eyes were staring between your thighs.

His thumbs slipping up to spread your outer labia as he took in the creamy lines of slick that were glistening against your folds, gazing towards your entrance where your essence was pooling from. Inhaling thickly as you found yourself becoming more self-conscious beneath his gaze, trying to close your thighs to hide your intimacy.

“Stop,” He murmured, dilated pupils looking up at you as he held you open, “You’ve got no idea how many times I’ve thought about how perfect you’d look here-”

His thumb moved forward to brush a line along your slit, deliberately pressing against your clit to pull a sweet whine from your lips as he playfully tapped it.

“How many times I’ve fucked my fist to the thought of your pretty little pussy.” His words were like liquid sin, flowing through your veins and evoking the desire that brewed deep inside you, making every inch of you feel like you were on fire.

“Katsuki,” You whispered his name, feeling his breath ghosting your slit as he brought his lips closer to where you wanted them most, “Please-”

“I can’t resist you when you say my name like that,” He rasped, nostrils flaring before he moved forward. Laying his tongue flat as he licked a stripe along your slit, the sensation causing your body to jerk as he immediately held your thighs to stop you from moving away. Repeating the motion as he shamelessly slurped at your slick, tasting you on his tongue as he began to delve deeper. The tip of his tongue catching your tight entrance as his nose nudged your clit, bullying his way inside your quivering walls as you moved your hand to the messy spikes on the top of his head as your nails scratched at his scalp. Pushing the hair back from his forehead so you could get a better look at him feasting on your cunt like a man starved, the crude slurping that filled the kitchen had you throbbing. The sound should’ve been depraved, embarrassing but it had you intoxicated on him as you listened to how desperate he was for you.

His tongue lashing against your inner walls, pushing it as deep as he could inside you as you continued to cry out for him, one of your thighs over his shoulder as you pressed the heel of your foot into his back. Bakugou dragged his tongue higher to focus on your clit as a thick finger pressed against your needy hole, slipping inside you as he curled it towards the spongy spot inside you. His tongue flicking your clit as his lips wrapped around it, feeling just how tight you were on his finger— how much tighter you’d feel stretched around his cock. The thought alone had him throbbing between his thighs, rutting his hips to try and create some friction against his pants as he added a second finger inside your dripping heat. The subtle stretch had you calling out his name, tightening your grip in his messy hair as you pushed his head harder into your cunt.

“Kats- oh, fuck.” You trailed off, feeling the calloused pads of his fingers focused on the same spot inside you as he gave quick, deliberate flicks of his wrist, “I’m gonna-”

“Come on, baby.” He goaded you, his voice rumbling against your clit. Eyes staring up at you from between your thighs as he wanted to watch when he made you come undone, “Cum for me.”

You felt your release surge through your body in harsh waves, your lips parting in a squeal as your body jerked. Your toes curling as you pressed harder against his back, his tongue unrelenting on your clit as he continued flicking the sensitive nub helping you to ride out your release.

“Oh my god,” You mumbled, your chest heaving as you felt tremours continue to ebb through you, your tight walls clenching around nothing as Bakugou pulled his soaked fingers from your dripping folds. Shamelessly bringing them to his lips to clean your slick from them as he slipped his tongue between them. The sight alone was lewd, erotic as it had your clit throbbing for more.

“You are pure sin,” He groaned, pressing wet kisses against your inner thighs as he watched you come down from your high. Moving back to wipe the mixture of your slick and his spit from his mouth and chin with the back of his hand.

Your hands grabbing for him, trying to pull him back up to you as you pulled his lips to yours in a sloppy kiss, tasting yourself on his tongue as you clung to him for some semblance of reality, unable to truly believe that this was really happening right now.

“C‘mere.” He slurred, giving a rut of his hips to your soaking core, uncaring that your slick left a wet mark against his pants as he gripped your ass. Lifting you from the counter as you squealed, wrapping your arms around his shoulders to steady yourself.

“Please, Katsuki.” You squealed, “I’m too heavy.”

“Shut up, woman.” He scoffed, “You think I can’t carry ya?”

He deliberately squeezed your thighs, using them as leverage to push your body into the air. A scream left your lips as you felt yourself leave his grip for a moment, gravity bringing you back down into his arms as he bounced you in the air. Your hands scrambling for his shoulders as you held him tightly, ensuring he didn’t try and repeat the action as he let out a hearty laugh.

“You’re so damn cute,” He stole a kiss as he carried you through his apartment towards his bedroom, keeping you in his arms as he lay you on the soft sheets beneath him.

Your legs still wrapped around him as he brought you into another sloppy kiss that was all tongue and teeth, no sense of urgency as he languidly rolled his hips into you, leaving more lines of your slick against the material, the movement causing delicious friction as he kept pressing himself against you.

You caged his face with both palms, fingers brushing against the stubble that decorated his jawline as you brought him into another sloppy kiss. Languidly lapping your tongue against his lips with no real sense of urgency, just enjoying the moment with him.

The slow, sensual movement was not enough for the man above you as you felt him growl deep in his chest, capturing the sound with your mouth as he pulled back. Fingers slipping down to the hem of your shirt to pull it up and over your head, leaving you in your basic black bra. The fabric caged your breasts as he raised a large palm up to massage the soft mounds, looking at the size difference between them and his palm.

“I’ve been thinkin’ about these a lot too,” He groaned, pressing hot, searing kisses along your sternum. His hands pushed their way between you and the mattress as he felt for the clasp, roughly pinching and tugging at it until he felt it go lax, “They’re even prettier than the pictures.”

Smirking as he pulled back from your chest to remove the unnecessary obstacle as he threw it haphazardly to the floor.

“My pretty girl,” He hummed, his hands skirting up your sides as calloused thumbs brushed the underside of your breasts, teasing the supple skin as his eyes continued to drink in the newly revealed territory. Circling the pads of his thumbs around your darkened areolas as he heard the breath hitch in your throat, grazing your nipples as he watched them stiffen to hardened peaks beneath his ministrations.

Moving down to engulf one of your nipples between his lips, his tongue rolling over the surface as his teeth bit down slightly. Groaning around it as he tugged, pulling more sweet sounds from between your lips as your fingers found purchase back in his hair. Holding him against your chest as your nails grazed his scalp, pressing kisses between the junction of your breasts as he moved to give the other one more of the same attention.

“Katsuki,” You whined, shifting your hips as you tried to push your crotch against his, “I wanna touch you too,”

“Yeah?” He smirked, pulling away from your nipple now soaked with his spit as he playfully blew cool air on the sensitive peak. Watching the way your lashes fluttered for him as he kissed it softly.

“Please,” You reached out to grab his belt, the utility belt sat forgotten in his kitchen as he was left with the one holding up his pants as he helped you to unbuckle it. Sliding off the bed to tug the fabric down his thick, muscular thighs.

You shamelessly sat up on your forearms to watch the display as he kicked the forgotten garment off carelessly, your eyes instantly zoning in on the darkened stain against his boxer briefs. His pre soaking through the fabric as the thick length of him lay flat against his pelvis. Moving onto your knees as you came to the edge of the bed, watching him pull his vest up over his head as you saw his bare chest face to face for the first time.

You’d always known he had a body carved by the gods, every inch of him pure muscle as a result of the constant training for his job. Scars and marks gracing his torso as signs of the downfall of his career, things that should’ve made him look less appealing but somehow those imperfections only served to make him more perfect.

Reaching out to run your hands against the exposed skin, allowing your fingers to press into every dip and curve of his torso as you navigated towards his bulging pectorals. Watching his eyes flutter as you brushed your thumbs against his stiff nipples, hearing his breath hitch in his throat as he stroked the back of his hand against your cheek. Moving lower as you did everything you’d imagined doing to him when he’d first sent you those naked pictures, running your hands through the blond, silvery wisps of hair that scattered his chest as you followed them towards the hem of his boxers. Your hand reaching out to palm him through the fabric, fingers barely able to wrap around him before he had your wrist caged in his large palm.

“Don’t,” He growled low in his throat, holding your hand away from his cock.

“I want to make you feel good too.” Uncertainty in your tone as you worried that it was something he didn’t want you to do, the insecurities beginning to form in the back of your mind as you looked up at him with wide eyes.

“Another time, princess.” He rasped, watching his Adam’s apple bob in his throat, “You touch me like that I won’t fuckin’ last.”

He leaned forward to press his thumb against your pouty lips, holding your chin in his hand as he dragged down.

“Especially with those pretty lips wrapped around my cock.” Your lips parting for him as he pressed his thumb inside your mouth, groaning as he felt your tongue wrap around it. Hollowing your cheeks as you sucked it hard, glancing up as you watched his eyes roll. Pressing down on the flat of your tongue as he eased your jaw open, his cock throbbing at the thought of slipping inside your mouth, but it would have to be saved for another time. Already feeling himself close to his limit just by being this near to you, your scent intoxicating as it overwhelmed his senses. Unable to remember the last time he’d been with another person, the tension that had built up since he’d first met you still swelling inside him as he tried to calm his racing heart.

You moved your hands to your skirt as you unzipped the fabric, easing it down your hips to leave you naked in front of him for the first time. His hands moved to lay you flat against the bed before you stopped him, pulling him down onto the bed beside you as you straddled his torso.

“At least let me make you feel good like this,” You whispered, placing soft kisses against his collarbone as he felt your slick soaking the hairs along his pelvis.

“Oh fuck, baby.” He groaned, reaching back to grab a pillow to prop his head up so he could get the perfect view of you on top of him.

His thick cock lay flat against his abdomen as you watched fresh pre leaking from the slit, oozing onto his skin as you moved yourself on top of him to sit on it, your folds parting as you felt the warmth of his length against your most intimate place. Your wetness soaking his length as you began to languidly roll your hips on top of him, shamelessly grinding yourself against his thick cock. Your clit caught against the underside of his tip with each roll of your hips as you used him for your own pleasure.

Your hands trailed over his torso as your fingers began to follow the lines of scars that littered his skin, some of them darker than others. An indication of which ones were new and which he’d had for a while, fading over time but still leaving rough skin in their wake. Your fingers brushing one that sat dangerously close to his heart, wanting to ask the story behind it as you stored the sight for later. A time and a place for everything, your hands trailing lower as you began to brush your fingers through the light blond hair that scattered against his chest, following it on its path until it went to his pelvis. Your fingers brushed against the tip of his cock as he let out a sharp gasp, his chest caving slightly from the sensation as goosebumps began to appear on his skin.

“You’re determined to make me cum all over myself, aren’tcha sweetheart?” He groaned, running his hands along your thighs as he watched you grinding against his cock, “God, you’re so fuckin’ pretty.”

You moved to sit back on his thighs before moving to wrap your hands around his cock now slick with you, causing Bakugou to hiss before his hand moved down to hood the base of his cock. He watched as you slowly moved to sink down on his length, the first roll of your hips had the blunt tip of his cock missing your hole as it caught against your clit, causing you to groan in surprise.

“Shit,” The erotic sight had Bakugou groaning as you repositioned yourself, his other hand holding your hip tightly as he helped you sink down on his length.

“Oh, fuck Katsuki,” You mumbled, feeling the fat head of his cock slip past the first ring of muscle as he began to stretch you out around him. Unable to recall the last time you’d ever had something so big inside you, if ever.

“I know, baby. I know.” He cooed, his thumb moving to rub messy circles against your clit to help ease the ache as you began to rock your hips against his cock. Slowly taking more of him inside your eager walls as you felt the dull burn slowly morphing into pleasure, a gasp leaving your lips when you felt the fatness of the middle of his length stretching you out. The prominent veins dragged against your inner walls perfectly as you finally buried him inside you to the hilt. Sitting flat on his pelvis as you adjusted to the intrusion, your walls fluttering around him as he moved both hands to your thighs, “Takin’ me so fuckin’ well.”

You splayed your hands against his stomach for leverage as you slowly began to move your hips, lifting yourself up before dropping yourself back down on his length.

“You like that?“ He hummed, smirking at the euphoric look on your face as you let out a shameless moan, “Yeah, you do.”

Admiring the way your body looked above him as you used him for your own pleasure, rolling your hips to have your clit catching against the neatly trimmed hairs at the base of his cock. Only adding to the friction as you set a steady pace, biting down on your bottom lip as you sought your own pleasure.

There was something about the way that Bakugou was looking at you in this position, like you were some sort of ethereal goddess. Eyes full of lust and adoration as he stared at you like you were the only thing on this earth that mattered.

Even though you were on top it was clear that Bakugou still maintained all control, a domineering force through every aspect of his life.

“So messy, sweetheart.” He groaned as his thumbs moved to the dip of your pelvis, pushing your body back slightly to the creamy rings of slick that you left around the base of his cock, matting into his pubic hair.

“‘m close,” You mumbled, your pace becoming sloppy as you tried to angle your hips so his cock hit the same spot inside you each time. You looked so debauched like this for him, your bruised lips parted in a moan as you gazed down at him through glassy eyes.

Bakugou’s hands moving to the curve of your ass as he squeezed the cheeks roughly, his fingers digging in the supple skin as he pulled back to spank you hard. Feeling the way you spasmed around him as he repeated the motion, causing you to cry out for him as he alternated cheeks, holding you steady as he spread your cheeks, adding to the stretch as he felt you becoming restless on top of him.

“Are you tired, pretty girl?” He cooed softly as you nodded your head pathetically, a pout on your lips as you teetered so close to your release. Moving your body so you were pressed chest to chest, burying your head into the curve of his neck as you continued to feebly roll your hips. You just needed something to help you over the edge-

Bakugou smoothed his hands along your spine, feeling your soft skin before holding your hips steady, fingers dipping into the plush as he set a steady pace. A sheer display of strength as he began to rut his hips up into you, your breath fanning his skin as you moaned into his neck.

“Come on, sweet girl.” He mumbled softly, pressing a kiss to your shoulder, “Cum for me.”

“Fuck,” You cried out, feeling the coil inside you so close to breaking as Bakugou moved his thick thighs behind you, feeling then press against the curve of your ass as he planted his feet flat on the mattress. Using the new position to add more force to his movements as he fucked up into you, the sound of skin against skin filling the air as you found yourself tumbling into your climax. The power behind his thrusts, even though he was beneath you. Crying out his name as the noise was muffled by his neck as your walls began to quiver around him, milking his cock as you rode out your release.

“Good girl,” He groaned, messily rutting his hips up into you as he felt you continue to tremble around him.

“Katsuki,” You whispered shyly, tilting your head to the side to catch his gaze, “You didn’t cum.”

“I know, baby.” He continued stroking his hands along your back, warmth from his quirk radiating from his palms as he held you.

“I wanna make you cum too,” You whined, planting your hands on either side of his head as you pushed yourself up. Your breasts hung in his face as he couldn’t resist reaching up to fondle them, squeezing gently as he felt you throb around his cock.

Whining when he moved his grip to your hips to lift you off his cock, moving your body to lay beside his as he settled himself between your thighs, pushing them back towards your chest as he glanced down at your stretched hole, still fluttering in the aftershocks of your release.

“Gonna let me use your sweet pussy to make me cum?” He tapped his cock covered in your slick against your slit, watching you nod your head as he slowly began to push himself inside you.

“You have no idea how perfect you are.” He groaned as your walls greedily sucked him back in, “It’s like you were made for me.”

Your walls clinging to him, even tighter after your release as he selfishly used you for his own pleasure.

“God, I’m not gonna last much longer.” He rasped, trying to contain himself to focus on your pleasure. But you had to make it so hard, with the way you were squeezing around his cock, convinced if he met your gaze you’d have him coming undone in an instant.

“Think you’ve got one more in there for me, sweetheart?” He grunted, slipping his fingers between your connected bodies to press sloppy circles against your overstimulated clit.

“I can’t,” You cried out, the sensation causing your body to shake, “S’too much.”

“Shh, I know you can, sweetheart.” He cooed softly, his voice a gentle rasp, “Be a good girl for me.”

“Shit, I can feel you squeezin’ me, I know you’re close-” Bakugou tore a guttural whine from your lips as he stole another climax from you, your release rippling through you in harsh waves as you cried out his name.

“That’s it, baby.” Moving his hand from your clit to reposition it on the back of your thigh as he began thrusting into you with renewed vigour, hungrily chasing his own end as he felt you continuing to clench around him, “So good for me.”

Your breasts bounced with the ferocity of his movements, feeling the blunt head of his cock deep inside your tight cunt as it kissed your cervix with each forward motion, creating a delicious ache inside you. His balls slapping against the curve of your ass as the lewd sound of him fucking into your stretched heat filled the room.

“I’m gonna fuckin’ cum,” He groaned, adjusting his hips as he prepared to pull out, ready to paint a pretty picture against your skin the way he’d fantasised about more times than he could count.

“Cum inside me,” You manage to rasp breathlessly, Bakugou’s vermilion eyes meeting your gaze as he felt himself falling over the edge. Your nails left crescent-shaped moons against his shoulder blades as you held him to you, not wanting him to leave your slick heat.

“Oh, fuck.” Bakugou rasps, the words have his cock throbbing as he cums inside you with a grunt. His hips snug against yours as his heavy balls press against the curve of your ass, his thighs quivering as he shoots white, hot ropes of cum inside your eager walls as you continue clenching around him.

Bakugou leaned down to press a gentle kiss to your lips, a thin sheen of sweat coating both your bodies as it had you sticking to him comfortably, pushing the sweaty hair from his brow as you cupped his cheeks. Basking in the afterglow together as your tight cunt continued to clench around his cock. Shifting his hips as he felt himself begin to soften inside you.

“No,” You whined with a pout as you felt him slowly start to pull himself from your tightness, his eyes immediately focusing on the mess between your thighs as his cum began to seep out of your trembling walls.

“You’re gonna be the death of me, princess.” He groaned when he slipped his fingers towards your folds to press his drooling cum back inside your fluttering hole, the action causing you to cry out as he teased your overstimulated sex, “‘m sorry, you just look so pretty like this.”

He flopped down beside you as you felt his cock soft against your thigh, leaving lines of your slick against your skin as he pulled your body against his.

“Shall I run you a bath?” He whispered, pressing a soft kiss to your forehead.

“Mmm, in a little.” You gave him a small smile, “Can we just lie here for a bit?”

“Course, baby.” He held you against his firm body as his fingers continued drawing absentminded patterns on your skin.

“Did you think we’d ever meet?” You asked softly, staring up at the ceiling.

“I wanted to,” He rasped, stroking your hair gently as you lay together basking in the afterglow, “But I wasn’t sure if we ever would.”

“I’m glad we did,” You smiled softly, leaning into his touch as he pressed warm lips against your temple.

“Me too, princess.” He whispered against your skin, “Me too.”

“Katsuki,” You mumbled, feeling the man beside you becoming drowsy as his breath became shallow.

“Hmm,” He replied softly, exhaling through his nose.

“What are we?” You tried to find the right words to use, “You know- after everything.”

“What do ya mean, princess?” He raised a brow in question as you paused.

“I mean-” You took a deep breath before answering, “What would you call our relationship right now?”

“You’re my girlfriend,” He replied as though it was the most simple question in the world.

“Girlfriend?” Butterflies fluttered around your heart at his admission, unable to hide the grin on your face.

“Yeah, unless you don’t wanna be?” He opened his eyes slightly to see your reaction.

“No, I wanna be.” You smiled softly, “I was just worried that-”

“What? That we’d do this and I’d let things go back to how they were before?” You smiled as he took your cheek in one of his large palms, meeting your gaze, “I just got ya, you think I’m letting you go that easy?”

You smiled at his reaction, leaning forward to place a soft kiss against his lips as you felt his grip around you tighten.

“I mean someone’s gotta look after you,” He pulled you tighter into his arms, “Your weapon of choice is a scythe.”

“Hey,” You tried to move out of his grip, but his hold was too strong as you struggled beneath him. Both muscular arms locking you in place as he let out a husky laugh, “I could beat your ass any day.”

“Yeah, yeah. Sweetheart. I’ll hold you to it, you wait.” He snuggled back against his pillow, “I’m no match for you.”

“You talk the big talk, Dynamight.” You laughed when he shot you a glare, “Promising me dinner and instead you took me to bed.”

“Hey, if someone hadn’t jumped me in the kitchen we would’ve been enjoying my food right now.”

“I didn’t jump you.” Your mouth opened in mock offence, gasping at him, “You were the one that started it.”

“I was just trying to make you dinner,” He shook his head, “Anyway, we already know I’m the one that’s gonna be cooking since you can’t cook for shit, sweetheart.”

“Hey,” You furrowed your brows as you poked his side, “I can too.”

“Ramen packets don’t count,” He scrunched his nose, moving a hand to squeeze your hip.

“Pfft, after I beat your ass in Equilibrium, I’m gonna make you the best meal you’ve ever eaten.”

“I’ll believe it when I see it, princess.”

“To your right,” Bakugou’s voice cried out from your headset as you squealed in surprise, button smashing as you tried to avoid the mountain troll that was coming towards you, “Fuck-”

“A bit more warning next time, maybe?” You shouted back, your character ducking as the troll swung his bat towards you. Brandishing your scythe as you lunged forward, chancing a swipe at it.

“Oi, I fuckin’ told ya, didn’t I?” He rasped, “What more do you want from me?”

“Maybe some support?” You yelled back.

“I can’t save your ass every fuckin’ time sweetheart.” He took out a potion to refill his own stamina, just as he saw your avatar run straight by him brandishing your scythe, “What the fuck are you doin’?!”

He watched as your avatar jumped directly towards the troll, spinning in a circle as the blade of your scythe flew out. Barely able to move his own avatar back in time before the force of your swing hit its target. Knocking directly into its middle as the beast fell backwards.

The blue ‘VICTORY’ splash screen illuminated as you pumped a fist in the air, dancing in your chair as the game showed your rewards and achievements unlocked.

“Did you do that on purpose?” Bakugou pulled his headphones off as he dumped them onto his desk, swivelling his chair to face you, “I thought you were gonna get us both killed-”

“I just like keeping you on your toes,” You spoke back, keeping your headphones on as you kept your focus on the game.

“Think it’s about time I found a new gaming partner,” He shook his head, “One that doesn’t have a death wish.”

“You’d never replace me,” You smiled, swirling in your chair to face him as he stood, walking towards you.

Your own gaming set-up now takes pride of place inside his apartment, not long after meeting Bakugou had asked you to move in with him. One look around your apartment by the coast he’d already decided the best part about it was the view, and there was no way he was allowing you to stay there a moment longer.

“I dunno, maybe I could find someone that picks a better weapon than a fuckin’ scythe.” He sneered playfully.

“My boyfriends so mean,” You pouted as he pulled your pink kitten headphones down off your ears, letting them sit around your neck as he held the handles of your gaming chair, unable to resist stealing a kiss as he bent down to your level.

“Yeah, yeah.” He rolled his eyes, “You love me, don’t lie.”

“Yeah,” You breathed, staring up at him, “I really do.”

“Tch, I love you too. Shitty woman.”

After moving to Musutafu, Equilibrium had been a great distraction from your less than perfect reality. Helping you to avoid those lonely, isolating moments of life that you despised. Creating your own online world where you could be yourself without the doubts and insecurities that life would often throw at you, giving you a moment to be yourself and find happiness in this virtual world.

It had also helped you find the love of your life, the man who was now the reason you no longer needed the same distractions. Spending more time in the real world with him now instead of world-building online with your avatars. You both still enjoyed the time when you could log into the game together, those moments online together were a welcome distraction from the stresses of life. But you much preferred your new reality— Because now you’d found your happiness in Bakugou Katsuki.