#bakugou's birthday bash

[assassyart]

Happy birthday, Kacchan! 🧡

[katsukikitten]

cum here

Warnings: spit, dub con

A Bakugou Birthday collab read the intro on the ML first!

A notification pulls your attention in your tipsy stupor as you collapse half dressed in your bed. Another successful night out with your girlfriends when your favorite pro hero posts a picture.

A thirst trap no less making you pop up in bed, the room spins delightfully as you stare down at the picture, screen shooting it without a care that he may get a notification for it but you were sure that you wouldn't be the only one.

Bakugou Katsuki, THE Dynamight with his shirt up exposing his abs, his Adonis belt and the vein that leads down to what has to be his fat cock.

You salivate over the thought of it and the several shots of tequila have you feeling bold, although your friends would argue you'd have been this bold sober simply because of how much you spoke about him even if most of the public thought he was an asshole you claimed that's what made him so fucking hot.

Pushing up your tits and angling your phone just right before you snap a photo and attach it to a very public reply before you slip into his dms to send a little something extra.

Bakugou's phone becomes nuclear to say the least, blown up from how many replies and notifications has gotten in such a short time. Each and every woman and the few male prospects are more than attractive and yet none make his cock jump to life, not fully anyway.

Until he sees you, tapping on the picture to make it full screen.

Soft fat tits pressed together, skin aglow in the ambient low light of warm string lights. Tongue lolling past pretty lips, wet muscle most likely fluttering before you took the picture. Obvious that you waited long enough for drool to drip from the tip in a silvery string as some droplets collected on those perfect tits. Pinching his screen to zoom in on your sexy mouth he imagines pressing his angry cock head against before he shoved his length until you gagged around him.

He groans at the thought, zooming out to take in all of you before he finally reads the caption..

Cum here.

“Fuck.” He growls, clicking on your profile, going to privately message you in hopes of more pictures. Palm moving to free his cock from his boxers when he sees you messaged him first.

Sharing your location with the pro hero like a fucking idiot. What if Bakugou had been hacked?

And here you were offering yourself up on a silver platter.

Cum here echoes in his head as he backs out to your selfie and before he can talk himself out of it he's jumping back into the tight black denim that never made it past his thighs.

You lock your phone falling back into your bed after you've seen that he's read your messages. Sighing as you hadn't expected much else, especially since it was his birthday and half of the feed were thirst traps of others tagging Dynamight in hopes of getting his attention. He ignored every single one of them, even from well known models and porn stars, so what chance did you really have?

Still, it was fun to be a little delusional every now and again.

Fireworks echo in the distance and you're surprised the spring festival was going this late into the night. Never one to miss a good show you rise from your bed, topless and half drunk to watch the last of the fireworks before you'd pass out, sleep well past noon before ordering a fat order or take out.

Leaving the sliding glass door open when the cool night air makes you shiver and regret foregoing a shirt. Eyes adjusting to the dark easily but your eyebrow furrows up in confusion. You hear the fireworks but you can't see them.

At least not well, a small orange burst that makes you wonder if maybe they aren't fireworks at all, that maybe it was just a villain making their grand escape.

Scoffing you turn, closing the sliding glass door only for it to be stopped in its tracks. Looking up for see a hulking shirtless man shrouded in darkness on your balcony. Smoke, caramel and whisky envelope your senses as the man breathes evenly behind you. You blink once, twice before you register his eye color.

Toxic, crystalline bromine.

"Dynamight?”

“In the flesh, Sweetheart.” He removes his hand from the frame of the door, takes a step towards you and you step back.

Stalking forward until you're both fully in the room and he delights in the mixture of emotions in your eyes. Fear, excitement, arousal.

“Haaah, what's wrong? Little kitty is acting more like a cornered bunny. Ya scared?” He leers over you, crowding your space, “Shouldn't be. Yer the one who invited the big bad wolf.”

Grabbing onto your chin to turn your pretty face this way and that, he doesn't even need to force his eyes away from your chest, your face captivates him that much. He runs his tongue across his teeth before he smirks.

“Now where am I supposed to cum again?” His large thumb swipes over your plush lips before he shoves it between them, forcing your mouth open.

He tries to recreate the picture you sent him, watches the wet muscle flutter and it makes him salivate. Makes him gather it in his mouth before he's pushing it the tip of his tongue letting his spit hit your tongue.

“Right here wasn't it?” He mixes his spit with yours with his thumb, pressing down on your tongue harshly. He watches your eyes widen before they narrow, into that hungry cat gaze that was in your photo.

Eyes that devour him whole as you hollow your cheeks to suck on his thumb. Swirling it around the digit before you pop off of him, the lewd sound echoing around the two of you.

You're fast, faster than Bakugou, especially drunk, expects. Jumping onto him and wrapping your legs around his waist, bucking your hips to make him fall onto the bed with a grunt as your tongue slides into his mouth. He paws at you heavily, grabbing at all your delicious softness as he growls into your mouth, calloused hands still warm from his journey here. Launching himself into the air that did little to sober him after he stalked your profile enough to get your apartment floor and balcony right.

Your claws dig into the nape of his neck as you bring him into a sitting position parting the kiss slowly, letting the silvery string that connects the two of you snap on its own.

“Gonna let me take care of the birthday boy and his special request?” You practically purr, crawling down his body as your fingers hook into the waistband of his boxers and jeans. All but ripping them from his body even when he lifts his hips to help you free his cock while he grunts out a “‘Course.”

It stands at attention, jumping as your eyes fixate on the one thing you've fucked yourself to the thought of hundreds of times. Drunk all over again, eyes falling to half mast as your hand grips him firmly, listening to him hiss over the contact before you give him a few languid pumps.

Hovering over him for a moment before you look up, watching his pupils blown wide, wider than what they were at the door. Soft almost unnoticeable red tint to his cheeks as he tries to control his breath.

“Try not to fall in love.” You giggle, lolling your tongue out to swipe over the leaking slit in a quick stripe.

“Ya wish, Sweetheart.” But already his head is falling back, hands reaching to grab at your hair before you swipe him away.

Slowly taking him into your mouth, hand gripping what you can't fit into your mouth, letting his fat cock head gag so that your throat contacts the same way your cunt would. Saliva pooling past your lips to coat his shaft, gagging again when you hear him groan before you start a steady pace.

Bobbing your head, alternating hollowing your cheeks and letting him ram into the back of your throat. Giggling when you push his head into the pocket of your cheek, holding eye contact and he reaches down to pull his balls harshly.

He's never been this close to cumming with such little effort.

You let your molars graze him lightly before straightening him in your mouth again. Sure to hit your gag reflex purposefully so that his pre and your spit soak his neatly trimmed pubic hair that's starting to slick to his skin.

If you're lucky he'll stay long enough for your pussy to do that to him too. Cunt neglected as it soaks your underwear as you adjust your weight on your knees for some sort of friction.

Moaning around him when he groans loudly, at his hisses and growls of sugared curses that do nothing but encourage your sinful movements.

Katsuki is panting, the man with all the endurance in the world is fighting the building coil in his lower abdomen and losing.

Bakugou Katsuki never loses but tonight he just might.

Letting his fingers card through your hair before he's pulling harshly, still you don't budge. Lost in your mission to make this last as long as possible by changing from a speed that's bound to make his cum flood your mouth to a slow bob that has you gagging around his sensitive head every time.

Letting your eyes flicker to look up at him and his debauched face, throughly fucked out as his chest heaves eyes fixated on you even as he struggles to hold his head up as if he couldn't bare to look away from.the things you do to him.

The sight is enough to make your eyes flutter, to make you moan around him and the vibrations make his sac tighten, moving your hand so you can shove all of him deep into your tight throat, tears in your eyes that stick in long lashes and fall in fat droplets as you bob on his entire length, once, twice.

And he can't take it, the sight, your eyes all but begging him to cum as you choke yourself on him, as if his pleasure was more important than air.

“Oh fuck princess, just like that.” He groans, cupping the back of your skull as he presses enough to make you gag one last time before he bucks his hips up into you. Starving you of air as your nose is pressed to his pelvic bone while he paints your pretty throat in sticky white cum, your claws digging into the thick meat of his thighs deliciously.

Finally he lets you up and you gasp desperately for air even if you found his aggression as he chased his high undeniably hot. You expect him to smirk, expect him to laugh or to leave pulling up his pants in a hurry but he doesn't.

Instead his large hand grips your chin, pulling you to him as his free hand comes to wrap around your sensitive ribs. Closing the space so that he can kiss you, swiping his tongue over yours shamefully groaning into your mouth as he tastes himself mixed with your spit.

“Fuck.” He pulls you onto the bed, flipping the two of you so he can pin you to the mattress chasing your lips desperately. His other hand has a mind of its own as it rips your panties from your hot core, fingers quick to press and spread your glistening folds. Cruelly avoiding your clit before he shoves two thick digits knuckle deep into your drooling cunt.

Forcing you to arch off the bed, pumping into you with a harsh pace, fingers perfectly positioned to bully that spongy spot that has you seeing stars before he times it perfectly.

Pulling away enough to look you in your eyes before he slowly, roughly, swipes his thumb over your clit and makes you cum in a matter of seconds, faster than any toy. You arch off the bed with a moan so loud you're sure the neighbors know his name now, little do you know what else he has in store.

Removing his middle and ring finger from your fluttering cunt reluctantly, quick to press the digits to his tongue harshly. Smoky caramel fills your senses as his palm heats against the fabric by your head. Leaning over you again to swipe his tongue against yours to taste the two of you melded together in your hot, hungry mouth. He pulls away, hand gently cupping your throat as he holds your gaze, cock heavy and hard again as he aligns it with your still convulsing entrance.

“Sorry Sweetheart, guess I fell in love.” He bullies himself into you in one harsh thrust and you're seeing stars again.

“Now I gotta return the favor.”

[dollyfetti]

౨ৎ❆ ₊˚♡⊹ jingle bell rock - katsmas

❄️︵︵　summary: you and your friends (more like terrified followers) decide to recreate the iconic mean girls jingle bell rock dance for your school's holiday show. but then, you hear from one of your lackeys who heard from umi-- whatever, it doesn't really matter. point is: bakugou katsuki, the notorious jerk of the school was heard jerking off to you in the bathroom!  🍫︵︵　notes: popular!reader x popular!bakugou, nsfw (no smut tho), alcohol mention, male masturbation, college au, and the end sucks i lowk hate this </3 🎀︵︵　word count: 2.2k

being the head of your sorority wasn’t exactly challenging. every single girl fell in line with whatever you said, eagerly sharing gossip without hesitation and practically memorizing your every move. well, most of them did...

you scoff, shoving a coffee cup into a girl’s hands. "i asked for three pumps of vanilla, nejire. go get another." you wave off your little errand girl as she mutters a quick apology, while your three minions exchange smirks behind you. you pick up your stride across campus, heading toward class while the trio of lackeys trail closely behind.

"what’s on your to-do?" a suck-up blonde named kumi asks, clutching her ipad and apple pen like they’re part of her identity. you sigh, flicking a glance at your perfectly manicured nails.

"i need a nail appointment at my usual spot. book it for 11:30, please. after yamada's class, i’m heading to the library to study. you should all join me, but i won't force you," you add sweetly, applying a fresh layer of lip gloss in the reflection of your tiny compact mirror as you strut ahead.

two of your girls end up free to tag along, and you settle into a cozy corner of the library, your nose buried in a textbook. meanwhile, as you're fulfilling your student duties, your lackeys giggle quietly, sharing whispers that sound more suited for high school than college. you look up with a curious expression. "what is it?"

their eyes flash to you instantly, wide with excitement. "bakugou was staring at you in yamada's class, and he canceled his 'hangout' with camie. he’s probably going to talk to you!" one of them grins, her head dropping into her hands dreamily.

you blink, your lashes kissing your cheeks as you try to recall who they're talking about.

after a few seconds of silence, it clicks, and you frown. "ohhh, that jerk? hard pass," you say, dismissing the thought with a flick of your wrist. "anywho, i was thinking about what we should do for mei's birthday next week. ideas?" your eyes brighten, always excited to plan something fun and flashy.

the two girls stare at you suspiciously with their mouths hanging open.

one of them pipes up, "well yeah, he's a little rude sometimes, but girl, he is sooo fine!!!" she giggles, twirling her hair flirtatiously.

she's not wrong. you do somewhat recall seeing him around campus and seated in your lectures with his feet kicked up on the desk. his blond hair and thick muscles were gorgeous, but really, there are plenty of supermodel-worthy guys around. the bare minimum is to be friendly, you think.

"if you wanna go out with that delinquent, be my guest." you lean forward, eyes narrowing. she gulps, her smile fading as the girl next to her quickly changes the subject.

"alrighty then...!" she clears her throat. "moving on, the santa costumes should be here in like, two more hours!"

you clap your hands lightly with a happy grin. you and three of your sorority sisters were recreating the iconic mean girls jingle bell rock dance for your little holiday party. you’d managed to get a frat boy to throw it, since sororities, annoyingly, aren’t allowed to host their own big bashes.

your phone pings with a message just a second later. you grab your pink phone, exhaling with a scoff as you read nejire’s “where are you??!!! i got your coffee :D” text.

"mine is too small!"

the night of the party arrived, and you and your friends were hidden in a large, echoey bathroom to get dressed for your upcoming performance.

laughter fills the room as the girls help each other adjust their tight two-piece outfits.

you grin, fixing your rubbery skirt in the mirror. you were absolutely in love with your outfit resembling the movie perfectly-- a red tank top with fluffy white trim, paired with a matching red latex skirt and topped off with a cute santa hat. your black gloves fit perfectly, complementing the thigh-high black heels that complete the look.

"who should we kick the boombox into?" mina giggles half-jokingly, fluffing her hair beside you.

"ugh, monoma for sure!" kento chimes in with a rolls her eyes.

you squeal, glancing at the time on your phone. "oh shit, we gotta go!" you giggle, swinging open the bathroom door. "we'll take pics later," you offer, dragging a whining mina out into the living room with the other two girls following behind. the crowd of students erupt into cheers at your outfits, immediately getting the reference.

you spot your lackeys all huddled together, giving you thumbs ups and cheesy grins. you smile happily, giving them a little wave before getting into position. one of your minions stands beside bakugou, and you hesitantly do a double take, not having expected to see him here. he's not in any kind of festive wear. his arms are crossed with his face set in a clearly bored scowl. you notice your lackey mouth the words "can i get your number?" to the blond, and you can't help but roll your eyes.

the music begins to play, and you all perform flawlessly. mina, sadly doesn't end up kicking the boombox into anyone's face, just nudging it slightly forward with her foot. regardless, it was still a huge success. the audience cheers with pleasure, and you all strike cute little curtsies before heading to get drinks.

by the hot cocoa (and other beverages) stand, you meet up with two of your minions, the one ogling bakugou not present. they fawn over your dance skills, and you graciously accept their compliments. then, out of breath, the missing girl rushes up to the group.

"what happened to you?" kumi smirks, already laughing to herself.

"yn! i was standing next to bakugou, trying to score a date with him, right?" she starts, her eyes wide and eager. you nod along, interest piqued from the unexpectant story. "so he left to go to the bathroom in the middle of your dance, and i followed him, but when i got there..."

you and the other two exchange glances as she trails off, waiting for the rest of the story.

she leans in closer, cupping her hands around her mouth. "he was groaning..."

you all gasp, your face instantly heating up.

"i swear on every pair of heels you own, he was totally beating it to you! kinda jealous, can't lie, but oh my gosh??!" she squeals and bounces up and down on her heels.

you huff, shaking off your flustered expression and folding your arms. "so what? we're not in middle school, i couldn't give a shit if we got him turned on,"

this is half true. part of you thinks he'd be a really great fuck buddy. i mean, seriously! his toned body could get your mouth watering if you'd ever stared at it for longer than five seconds. that is, if you even did the whole "lets fuck and then never speak again" thing.

"who's we?" the girl chuckles, leaning closer to your ear. "he was whispering your name...!"

you can't help the grin slipping past your lips. you got the prideful katsuki bakugou all bricked up with a little christmas dance? you giggle, eyes flicking over to the bathroom door, still closed shut. "i'll be right back..." you mutter, twirling a strand of hair between your fingers as you strut away from your group, ignoring their little cheers and moans.

you stride up to the bathroom, leaning against the wall. you hum quietly to yourself as you wait for bakugou to come out, even though you're not really sure what you're doing. you know your girls are watching you, you can still hear their immature mewls from your spot. you inhale sharply, oh gosh, you hope your hair isn't a mess from--

the door swings open, interrupting your thought with a flushed and grumpy bakugou. his eyebrows raise at your presence. a muscly arm raises to the back of his neck, scratching awkwardly. "hey," he grunts.

you grin at his avoidance of eye contact. "hii," you coo, fluttering your lashes as he steps to the side of the door, inviting you to go next. you shake your head. "oh no, i don't have to go. i was waiting for you actually,"

he coughs, visibly startled. "what?" you could practically see his heart drop to ass as his grumpy expression falters.

"relax," you tease, "i just wanted to make sure you're uh..." you trail off, turning slightly to hide the little smirk tugging at your lips. as you spin to face him again, his expression is a perfect mix of confusion and feigned annoyance. "i just wanted to know if you're all... situated?"

the blond rolls his eyes, shoving his hands in his pockets. "shut up,"

"hey i'm not judging, it's completely understandable!" you shrug with an easy smile, tilting your head back against the wall.

"listen up." his growl cuts through the pumping noise as he folds his arms. you swallow as he towers over you, blocking the bathroom entrance. "jus cause you looked-- good or whatever-- doesn't mean i wanna fuck you," he chuckles almost mockingly. you scoff. what a pretentious ass.

"nobody said anything, about us fucking, first of all." you retort, eyeing him up and down, though that does little clear your flustered state. "i don't do just anyone, unlike you. and anyway, can't i just want to help my fellow students out of the goodness of my heart?"

bakugou flicks your forehead, earning a loud scoff from you, swatting his hand away from your face. "and just what the fuck do you mean by 'helping' then?" he challenges.

for the first time in a very long time, you're stuck. you have no idea how to respond-- shit! bakugou notices your hesitation and laughs again, leaning down to tap your cheek with his finger. you huff through your nose, but seemingly frozen in place as his intense red eyes bore into you. then out of nowhere, his expression softens. "y'look pretty,"

your eyes slightly widen. wary, you keep your guard up, tossing your hair over your shoulder. you half expected him to walk away and move on with his life but he doesn't, clearly interested in you. "thank you, playboy." you reply cautiously.

he stares at you, his face falling into a disappointed frown. "playboy? fuck off," he grunts.

you regret the term. you of all people should understand rumors and false assumptions. realizing your mistake, you backtrack. "i'm sorry-- no, i-"

your lackey, kumi, suddenly pops up at your side, giving bakugou an ogling once-over as she puffs out her chest. she turns to you with a naive smile. "hiii, I know now's probably not the time, hehe, but I was thinking about what you said earlier-"

"kumi? doll? hi," you interrupt, sharply spinning towards the dumb girl as you plaster on a fake smile. "uh, i don't have time for this, so if you could..." you point towards the dancing crowd, rubbing her shoulder with feigned kindness.

she looks between you and a bored blond before nodding to your words and mousily rushing off.

"so what're you, regina george?" katsuki chuckles, snatching a drink from a partygoer scrambling past.

your mouth falls open in surprise, totally ignoring his comparison. "you've seen mean girls?"

for a moment, your words go unanswered as the gangly junkie curses at bakugou. the blond merely rolls his eyes. "go do some coke or somethin," he says with a groan, shoving him away. "fuckin loser," he spits under his breath.

katsuki quickly turns back to you. "my ma loves that kinda stupid shit," he replies.

you can't believe you're standing away from your posse to talk to katsuki bakugou. but minutes pass, and here you are, completely absorbed in conversation with him. you've felt multiple vibrations from your tiny purse, definitely from your group chat. the onslaught of messages are probably just desperate pleas begging for you to return... they wouldn't know what to do without you. but you ignore your phone altogether, too engaged in this unexpected exchange.

a soft hum escapes your lips as your eyes sweep the room, gathering a hint of courage. "we should hang out sometime," you suggest, voice playful yet sincere with a smile and a touch of hope in your glance.

katsuki narrows his eyes like he's assessing you, making sure you're for real. he grunts, gaze briefly flicking over your outfit before he speaks again.

"fine. only if you were more clothes though, goddamn."

you can’t help but giggle, the sound light and teasing as you loop your arm around his. "you like it, though, huh?" you grin as he leads you to the dance floor.

"shut the fuck up."

[willowser]

bakugou + strawberries ; 2.7k ੈ‧₊˚ for our meet fruit collab ! ‧₊˚✧ ₊˚

mina suggests speed-dating.

first as a joke — you think — after the two of you spend too many weekends in a row watching sappy rom-coms on her couch while crying into a bowl of trail mix, and then a second time, and then a third time, after you refuse.

in her last attempt, she pulls out the big ones: her upcoming birthday. it will be so fun!! she tells you, with her big eyes and bigger pout, looking at you as if you'd hung the stars by saying yes. it's a cheap shot, really, because she knows you or anyone would do pretty much anything when it comes to mina the birthday girl.

— and that's how you find yourself here, sitting in too nice of an outfit to be spending your allotted time listening to a man bash his ex-girlfriend.

you might have found him a bit cuter if he wasn't doing that, or if he showed even an ounce of interest in you whatsoever. instead, he's treating this like a therapy session, and you're not getting paid for it.

when the timer rings, you're more than thankful. irritated enough, even, to spin around the room in search of mina — who is happily watching on as two men grapple with each other for who gets to sit across from her next. you suppose being a top hero is good for that, finding someone who is willing to give you their all.

to yourself, you sigh quietly and turn back to the little bowl of strawberries in the center of the small table, the flutes of champagne on either side of it. mina's bottle, you noticed, is almost totally empty; your last date hadn't even looked at yours, nor did he seem to think to offer you a drink.

it's not that you're jealous. really. you wouldn't even say that you're interested in dating right now, finding your job at the agency to be too much of a whirlwind to balance, anyway. you love mina: she's your closest friend, your home away from home, your cheerleader and personal hero — but working for her is nothing short of a full-time job.

sometimes your bed is a little lonely, when she's not staying the night in it after another rom-com evening, but you really can't think that you'd like someone in it, anyway, much less a stranger. it's hard to explain where your time goes, who it goes with; having to share that with someone, you think, would take more emotional energy than you have right now.

and maybe it also sorta, kinda has to do with the fact that the one and only man you're thinking of outside of work — is the same man you see inside of it every single day.

the very thought of bakugou has your stomach turning, painfully. the image of him in the late afternoons with the sun glowing in his hair, the gentle look he spares you as you wait for the elevator, how he'd looked at you today, when you told him where you and mina were going; you don't know how anyone could make you feel the way he does, at least right now.

the seat across from you is taken up suddenly, then, and you look up into the eyes of someone that looks — nice. a little shy, a little nervous, as they introduce themselves. they decide to pour you a glass of champagne, and they even tell you, openly, voice shaking, how nice you look tonight.

you smile so hard that your cheeks hurt, much to your own surprise.

"i'm actually allergic to strawberries," they tell you with a laugh, gently pushing the bowl closer to you. "that would be a hell of a first date, wouldn't it?"

you agree. "definitely one to remember!"

"well, in that case—" they joke, suddenly leaning forward as if they're going to pull it back towards them, and it's so earnest and sweet that you feel your heartbeat in your throat a bit. "i sound like i'm kissing up to you, but—you have a really nice smile, also."

you have to sit back in your seat, fanning your face dramatically as you both laugh. "wow, i'm not used to someone—"

"time's up, extra."

you blink so hard that your eyes are crossed when you open them, and you look up at the man standing there, waiting for his turn, just as the timer dings and the room comes to life with a bustle. the person across from you only frowns, too timid to say anything in response before they're getting up and casting you a regretful glance. they're barely a foot away before the chair is taken, so aggressively that it scrapes against the floor and shakes the table.

you can't believe what you're seeing. you can't believe bakugou is sitting across from you, right now, ruining everything.

"what—are you doing?" you hiss, though your feelings — with a mind of their own — flutter like butterflies in your stomach at the sight of him.

the scowl he gives you is ugly, as always, but his face is smoother than you remember it being today; freshly shaven, maybe. the cologne he's wearing is strong, woodsy, potent enough that it dizzies you from across the table, that you can only imagine how sweet it smells soaking into the soft skin of his neck. even the shirt he's wearing, you notice, is a button down that you've never seen him in.

"the hell do you mean?" he growls, face pinched as he leans closer, so that his voice doesn't carry as it usually does. "'s'it look like i'm doin'? saving you from some sorry dumbass."

"bakugou," you grit, though the room quiets as everyone takes their seats again, and you have to swallow back your annoyance so you don't draw anymore attention to yourself.

you're not dumb enough to think he'd get away without some people fighting for his attention, too, the same way they did to mina, and — as irritated as you are, suddenly, at his appearance — you're not exactly keen on sharing him, either.

"they were very nice, thank you very much,"

"psh," he rolls his eyes, a muscle in his jaw jumping. "couldn't even look me in the eyes to tell me to fuck off—"

"maybe because they were worried you would blast them through the window—"

"and i would have—"

"oh!" you clench your hands into fists and squeeze your eyes shut, trying to will your anger back down. losing your cool isn't a good look, especially in a room of people that are trying to get to know you. "are you serious right now? why are you here?"

"you really wanna spend our five minutes doin' this?"

and there's something about the way he says it — our five minutes — that has your stomach turning in that horrible way it always does, whenever you bite into the softer parts of him. the look on his face is pensive, nervous if you thought that he was capable of being nervous. his shirt, his shaven cheeks, his alluring cologne; he's here, right now, on a date with you. pushed his way into it, even.

you straighten in your seat and sit back, dropping your eyes to the table, ashamed at the fire you've just thrown at him. "can you at least tell me why you're here in the first place?"

bakugou is silent for long enough that you can't stand not to take him in, how appealing he is to look at, how your heart sings when he looks back. one shake of his head has him sighing and then he's leaning back, too, staring only at the strawberries.

"this is her birthday thing, ain't it?"

"yeah," you murmur in agreement quietly, fiddling with your own fingers in your lap as your nerves harden into bitter disappointment. he's here for the same reasons you are, you tell yourself: for your friend, only.

distantly, you try to remind yourself that this nothing out of the ordinary. that you shouldn't be thinking of him this way, getting so hung-up on someone that's never expressed an interest in you to begin with. there have been a few late night conversations in the stairwell, that ran longer than they should have, that revealed more than they should have — but it doesn't make him yours. not in the way you want it to.

in an attempt to swallow down your own sourness, you reach for a strawberry, picking through them until you find the fattest one, and then bite it to the stem. a little stream of juice sprays out, dripping down over your bottom lip as you scramble for your napkin. you lick after it before patting at your face, spreading the sugar, the sweetness.

bakugou leans across the table so suddenly that you startle, mouth twisted like he's struggling to say what he's about to say. "alright, look—"

the timer rings, horribly, but his ruby stare never dims, never leaves yours and yours never leaves his, either, as if you're both suddenly trapped in a weird limbo of in-between; in-between the quiet moments, in-between the loudest ones, in-between everyone else, together.

and then mina notices.

"oh my god, blasty, you came!" she shouts, springing up from her seat to wave at you both from across the room. her earrings jingle loudly, bracelet beads knocking together as she leans too far to the left, champagne-drunk already. it snaps the moment between you and him, worry filling the gaps as you think about how you're going to get her out of here, once the night is over.

bakugou sinks a little further into his chair, as if it will hide him, before grumbling to himself. cheeks reddening, you realize; strawberry-kissed. he heaves a heavy sigh before digging his fingers into his eyes, deep enough that an ache develops in your own, and he opens his mouth to speak again when someone else approaches the table.

"okay, time to switcheroo!" he sings, grinning too cheerily at you, enough to make you laugh at his enthusiasm.

it darkens bakugou, considerably; "piss off," is all he says, scooting his chair further into the table as if to claim it. he barely gets another word out before the man is starting to protest, and the look he gives him then is awfully viscious: nostrils flared, looking up from beneath his long lashes and furrowed brow, as if this stranger had pissed in your champagne. "i said, fuck off, before i howitzer you through the—"

"okay!" you interrupt, reaching across the table with both hands to close one of bakugou's. his fingers are curled dangerously, and you swear you can see little sizzles of steam slipping between your linked fingers. "let's just—do an extra skip this time, okay? how about you just gives us this one, and you go to the next table?"

the man frowns — which is a bit flattering — but ultimately takes the lifeline you offer, trailing away without another word down to the next table. you can feel the couple on the other side watching you and bakugou now, a little open-mouthed, and your heart quickens at the worry that they're noticing him, that your new five minutes are going to be wasted, too.

—but his hand hasn't moved from yours and his eyes have returned, full to the brim with some emotion you can't read. if you had to guess, you'd say regret, maybe, but you aren't sure how to take that, and so you don't.

you should let him go, literally and figuratively, but the solidity of your logic is no match for the soft beat of butterfly wings in your gut.

"what are you doing?" you ask him again, softly, surely, because you want to hear the answer whatever it is. he either needs to deny you, here and now so you can move on — or he needs to acknowledge the confliction on his face, the soft intertwine of his fingers into yours.

bakugou looks at you now the way he does in the stairwell, the way he does when the sun is painting you warm, too. "i told you," he murmurs, "savin' you from some dumbass."

"but why do you even care?"

another heavy sigh falls from him and you can feel your glass-fragile heart breaking when his hand slips from yours, a little roughly. it surprises you when he grabs the champagne bottle from the center of the table and pours himself a small glass, downing it in one, bitter go before filling up your flute, too.

liquid confidence, maybe; his cheeks darken, noticeably, before he's running a rough hand over his face, still struggling to wash out the words.

"why the hell do you think?" he finally says, though his harsh question lacks the abrasive tone his voice usually has; instead it's gentler, more sincere, bakugou — katsuki — in his rawest form. "why d'you think i do—any of this shit?" one hand waves around to gesture to the span of the dining room, but you know he means more than that, much more. "you think i spend that much time after work just 'cause i have time to waste? jesus."

"i don't know," you say, earning a flat look. "why do you?"

"why do you?"

you take the glass from the center of the table and peer down into it, how it bubbles. maybe you're playing dumb and maybe that's what's really bothering him, but — someone like bakugou deals in absolutes, and you need him to do it now.

the struggle is clear, though, across his face, thickening how he swallows and turning down his lips that much more. you feel a bit bad in the silence, when the timer rings and the muscle in his cheek jumps again.

before anyone can even approach the table, he simply sticks his hand out, and the man beside you was definitely watching on, because he doesn't spare you a glance before going around.

and maybe, you think, decidedly, that's enough.

"because i don't want to go home yet," you tell him honestly, trying to ignore the blood rushing in your ears with his mouth twists and he starts to squirm at your truth. "because i'd rather spend the night with you in a stairwell, than anywhere else."

there's a ludicrous amount of tension that leaves his shoulders then, so much that you didn't notice it until it was gone, and he slumps back into his chair with pink ears, now. the sight makes you smile, widely, as if the sight is a confirmation.

maybe for him, it is.

"yeah, well," he grumbles, eyes dropping to the strawberries before darting away, as if he'd thought of something he shouldn't have. "that's what 'm sayin', too."

"no, you're not!" you laugh, nose crinkling when he side-eyes you with a frown. "you're not hardly saying anything!"

"i'm here, ain't i?" he argues, huffing like a bull. "makin' a damn idiot of myself just to stop you from—"

"—going home with some dumbass?"

"well, yeah!"

"so you want me to be going home with you, then?"

"yeah! no! i mean—" he scowls when you laugh again, lip pulling up over his teeth as if he means to bite into your softest parts, too. the thought is more thrilling that you're willing to admit — at least for now. "quit laughin'!"

but it's not just you; across the dining room, you realize mina's giggling, too, turned around in her seat, ignoring the chatty man that wouldn't shut up about his ex. when bakugou turns around to glare at her, she nearly tips out of her chair by throwing her head too far back, and when he moves to stand up like he needs to help her, all she does is wave at him to turn back around.

and he does, to you, cheeks flaring as he grabs the bottle of champagne again, pouring himself his own glass to glare into. he mutters out another quiet, "jesus" before slamming both his elbows on the table, rudely, and holding his glass up for — what you belatedly realize is — a cheers.

behind him, the afternoon sun has long since set, replaced now by nightfall and stars that shine through the floor-to-ceiling glass windows — but he glows regardless, and the look he gives you is just as warm.

[epickiya722]

1, 12 and 25 for the ask game ?

1. The character everyone gets wrong?

I said Kaminari last time for this one. Like, he's not that stupid!

This time I'm saying All Might when it comes to bashing him. Sure, his methods sometimes are questionable, but there's I feel like people don't take his history and personality into an account.

It's not that he's a bad teacher. He's a new teacher and just like his students, he is still learning. He hadn't work with sidekicks in forever and look at who mentored him after Nana's death. Was he a bit violent with Bakugou and Midoriya during that test? Yes. But he didn't have ill intentions or even experience working with kids. And let's not act as if he was the only teacher giving the kids a hard time, don't do that now.

It amazes me that All Might finally takes someone under his wing and within not years, but months, he grows and learns what he could have done better and choose to do better by making it for it the best he can. Retired he may be, but the dude is still around to help. He could have been one of those "this ain't my fight" characters.

12. The unpopular character that you actually like and why more people should like them?

It's his birthday and I'm bringing up Iida Tensei for this one.

He is a great big brother! He wants to set a good example for Tenya and he didn't became a hero for the fame. He became one because he wanted to help people and thought it was cool doing it!

Stain did him dirty, I tell you, did him dirty!!

There's also that he isn't strict on people who use their quirks in public, this was shown in Vigilantes. He could have reported Koichi, but instead he gave him advice on how to develop his quirk.

Tensei is a laid-back, but he knows when to be serious.

Just saying, people want a good big brother rep, TENSEI IS RIGHT THERE!!

25. Common fandom complaint that you're sick of hearing?

Every time there's leaks, "this chapter is so short" and "this chapter isn't good". As a writer that INFURIATES me because IT IS JUST LEAKS!! NO, DUH, IT'S GONNA BE SHORT!!

You don't have all the pages, it's just quick translations, and just because a summary is short, doesn't mean the chapter is! I would know.

You don't have everything, but so quick to judge. Like, wait, till the whole chapter maybe? 🙄

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Theres a feeling in my chest I think I love you - A bakukiri fanfic bc I don't see enough WIP DO NOT READ!!

read it on AO3 at https://ift.tt/vMhbCyB by Xoxo_lynx Bakugou has never been one for an relationship, he'd rather keep his focus on his hero status and not some one night hookup. So he distances himself from the fans, only on occasion would he sign an autographs but that's usually for birthdays, or make-a-wish events. Away from the prying eye, he feels the only place he can truly be at place is at the coffee shop down the street. so when the redhead he's been crushing on for years suddenly comes back, the feelings he hid away resurface. Words: 156, Chapters: 1/1, Language: English Fandoms: 僕のヒーローアカデミア | Boku no Hero Academia | My Hero Academia (Anime & Manga) Rating: Not Rated Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Categories: F/F, F/M, M/M Characters: Midoriya Izuku, Midoriya Inko, Uraraka Ochako, Jirou Kyouka, Yaoyorozu Momo, Yaoyorozu Momo's Mother, Ashido Mina, Sero Hanta, Bakugou Katsuki, Bakugou Mitsuki, Bakugou Masaru, Kirishima Eijirou, Mineta Minoru, Todoroki Shouto, Iida Tenya, Kaminari Denki, Shinsou Hitoshi Relationships: Midoriya Izuku/Uraraka Ochako, Jirou Kyouka/Yaoyorozu Momo, Ashido Mina/Sero Hanta, Bakugou Katsuki/Kirishima Eijirou, Kaminari Denki/Shinsou Hitoshi Additional Tags: Mineta Minoru Bashing, Bakugou Katsuki Has Hearing Aids, Long-Haired Kirishima Eijirou, Dark Kirishima Eijirou, Bakugou Katsuki Has a Crush on Kirishima Eijirou, at first it was going to be angst but now its wholesome??, this is mostly bakukiri focus but theres other characters, deku and bakugou are like siblings, izuocha is married, momojirou are helpless lesbians, sero and mina are two freaks, shinsou needs a break from dealing with kami, and todoroki is just there, mintea is here so i have an evil character to take out my anger on, also bc of smut in later chapters, wink wink, Top Bakugou Katsuki, Bottom Kirishima Eijirou, Bakugou is soft for Kirishima, how come that isnt a tag?, Anyways, no underage shi they all 20 and older, bakugou is a pro hero, kiri wears his hair down, kirishima has a police dog, and a service dog off duty, the dogs name is riot lol, bakugou has a cat named biscuit, platonic bakumina read it on AO3 at https://ift.tt/vMhbCyB

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Theres a feeling in my chest, I think I love you - A bakukiri fanfic, bc I don't see enough, WIP DO NOT READ!!

by Xoxo_lynx

Bakugou has never been one for an relationship, he'd rather keep his focus on his hero status and not some one night hookup. So he distances himself from the fans, only on occasion would he sign an autographs but that's usually for birthdays, or make-a-wish events. Away from the prying eye, he feels the only place he can truly be at place is at the coffee shop down the street.

so when the redhead he's been crushing on for years suddenly comes back, the feelings he hid away resurface.

Words: 156, Chapters: 1/1, Language: English

Fandoms: 僕のヒーローアカデミア | Boku no Hero Academia | My Hero Academia (Anime & Manga)

Rating: Not Rated

Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply

Categories: F/F, F/M, M/M

Characters: Midoriya Izuku, Midoriya Inko, Uraraka Ochako, Jirou Kyouka, Yaoyorozu Momo, Yaoyorozu Momo's Mother, Ashido Mina, Sero Hanta, Bakugou Katsuki, Bakugou Mitsuki, Bakugou Masaru, Kirishima Eijirou, Mineta Minoru, Todoroki Shouto, Iida Tenya, Kaminari Denki, Shinsou Hitoshi

Relationships: Midoriya Izuku/Uraraka Ochako, Jirou Kyouka/Yaoyorozu Momo, Ashido Mina/Sero Hanta, Bakugou Katsuki/Kirishima Eijirou, Kaminari Denki/Shinsou Hitoshi

Additional Tags: Mineta Minoru Bashing, Bakugou Katsuki Has Hearing Aids, Long-Haired Kirishima Eijirou, Dark Kirishima Eijirou, Bakugou Katsuki Has a Crush on Kirishima Eijirou, at first it was going to be angst but now its wholesome??, this is mostly bakukiri focus but theres other characters, deku and bakugou are like siblings, izuocha is married, momojirou are helpless lesbians, sero and mina are two freaks, shinsou needs a break from dealing with kami, and todoroki is just there, mintea is here so i have an evil character to take out my anger on, also bc of smut in later chapters, wink wink, Top Bakugou Katsuki, Bottom Kirishima Eijirou, Bakugou is soft for Kirishima, how come that isnt a tag?, Anyways, no underage shi they all 20 and older, bakugou is a pro hero, kiri wears his hair down, kirishima has a police dog, and a service dog off duty, the dogs name is riot lol, bakugou has a cat named biscuit, platonic bakumina

source: https://archiveofourown.org/works/57950338

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We are kicking off Bakugou's birthday bash tomorrow! Are you ready for a blastastic week of KRBK goodness?

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Announcement number two is for #KRBKWeek24! The goal for 2024 is to have all prompts posted as early as possible to allow ample time to create. And this year, there have been color palettes added for any interested artists!

KRBK Week runs from April 18th-24th!

DAY ONE: Cleaning DAY TWO: Petals DAY THREE: HBD Bakugou! DAY FOUR: Shrine DAY FIVE: Wish DAY SIX: Midnight DAY SEVEN: Fluff/Fur

Use as many or as few prompts as you'd like and be sure to tag the account when posting!

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is it getting hot in here

[katsukikitten]

Bakugou’s head pounded as he struggled to fit his front door key into the lock, roughly smashing it against the cold metal until it clicked. Practically falling into his house as he strumbled to regain his balance, fuckin’ dunce face and his happy hour strawberry daiquiris. He’d always told him that those drinks were the most lethal, the ones that would really get you in trouble.

He hadn’t planned on going out to celebrate his birthday, perfectly content with spending the evening at home cooking his favourite mapu tofu and watching reruns of the American All Might documentary; but instead he’d found himself at a dingy dive bar surrounded with all his friends who insisted on plying him with drinks. Practically groaning at the puppy dog eyes Kirishima had given him when he’d returned with a tray of shots, “You need to let yourself relax and unwind a little, Bakubro! It’s not good keeping yourself so pent up.”

And perhaps his best friend was right.

Collapsing onto his bed as he attempted to struggle out of his jeans, barely able to unbutton them before giving up with his chest heaving. For fucks sake, the room was spinning. It didn’t help that his cock was stood proudly at half mast, bulging beneath the denim and desperate for some sweet relief. He’d spent the entire day bricked up, and the alcohol had only worsened the sensation.

Bakugou unlocked his cellphone to check for the time, wincing when a bright 1:49AM flashed across the screen. But even more glaringly obviously was the influx of notifications that had caught his eye, a multitude of them replying to a post that in his drunken stupor he hadn’t even realised he had sent.

Replies:

Reply from @kweenkatsuki-fics just head, king?

Reply from @kingkatsuki who knew Dynamight was such a slut?

Reply from @saturnsorbits thought you said you weren’t that desperate, huh?

Reply from @bakugotrashpanda video attached, hit me up

Reply from @strafepanzer anyone will do huh?

Reply from @katsukikitten picture attached, location shared, cum here

A Bakugou Birthday Bash Collab!!!!! A mix of smut and crack fics we've whipped up and hope you enjoy! Please be sure to check back for the fics on the mentioned blogs! Fics will be posted around Bakugou's birthday! 420 blaze it 🍃

Intro written by @kingkatsuki

[myherowritings]

One Hell of a Knockout

Overview: Boxer AU. Bakugou is a young pro boxer climbing his way to the top of the charts. One day, his friends Kirishima and Ashido invite you to a match. Unbeknownst to you, you end up accidentally distracting Katsuki during a fight and he gets a punch landed on his face.

Pairing: Boxer!Bakugou Katsuki x Female!Reader

Word Count: 1,864

Warning(s): Lots of swearing.

Author’s Note: Thank you whoever requested this! I had so much fun writing this. I need some more Boxer!Bakugou in my life… Enjoy! :)

The crowd roared when he threw the final punch, adrenaline rushing through his body as felt the impact beneath his hand, watching his opponent fall to the ground. Sweat ran down the sides of his temples, stinging the gash on his high point of his cheek bone. But Bakugou’s head was too filled with the lingering buzz of epinephrine to notice.

Another match won and another night left of having to fend off annoying paparazzi.

He loved the way fighting felt, and he’d by lying if he said he didn’t get a thrill from all the attention he received. But he hated the endless interviews and the attitude his publicist forced him to adopt during them.

The only thing Bakugou was remotely looking forward to was seeing his old friends Kirishima and Ashido who came to watch his match today.

“Bakugou! Good work out there,” his coach, Yagi Toshinori, complimented when he stepped out of the rink. He we a former boxing legend who had to quit early because of the toll it took on his body. Yagi gave him a pat on the back before nodding to his cheek. “But what happened here? You lost focus during the last round, kid.”

Because of those loud fuckers he called his friend, Bakugou thought crossly.

During a high intensity, low noise part of the match, he heard Kirishima’s big ass mouth yell his name out just like he had in high school. And Ashido was cheering along, her bright hair waving around as she jumped like a fool. Some things never changed.

But that’s not what kept his attention.

It was someone who stood in between Kiri and Mina that caught his gaze. You had your hair pushed out of your face as you cheered, skin glistening from the heat that came from the audience stands. Bakugou was entranced when a droplet of sweat rolled off your jaw and onto your--

He shook his head.

“It was nothing,” said Bakugou gruffly, taking a towel and drying his face and neck with it. “That was my mistake, but it won’t happen again.”

“That’s good to hear,” Yagi replied brightly, leading Bakugou to a group of interviewers. “I’m holding you to that, Bakugou. Now, the sooner you finish these interviews, the sooner you can shower. I’ll show your friends to your dressing room.”

He nodded, setting his jaw as he recalled all the words he was supposed to sensor in front of the press. “Thanks. I’ll be quick.”

One by one, Bakugou answered all of their questions. (“How do you feel?” Good. “What are you going to do after?” Shower. And his personal favorite, “Do you have a special someone in your life?” For the millionth time, no.)

So used to the routine, he dozed off answering banal questions with mundane answers, getting frustrated when he found his mind wandering to thoughts of you-- How your hair bounced around  your face lit up when you cheered. What the fuck?

Bakugou groaned, cutting his interviews short and booking it to the showers. When he finished, he dried himself off and put a pair of loose shorts he had lying around on.

As he entered his private dressing room, Kirishima was the first to greet him.

“Bakugou!” Kirishima greeted, bouncing over to him with you and Ashido in tow. “Bro, you killed it out there.”

“It was okay.” He huffed as his friend gave him a hug but made no move to shrug him off. “Where’s Ashido?”

“She went to the bathroom with our friend. They should be back soon.”

Their friend, huh? Bakugou folded his arms across his chest.

“Was that the girl?”

Kirishima tilted his head in confusion before giving Katsuki a knowing look.

“Why? You into her?”

“Shut up, Shitty Hair. I was only wondering.”

Kirishima grinned. “She’s a friend from college. Name’s Y/L/N Y/N. Ashido and I haven’t seen her in a while and she was in the area, so we asked if she wanted to come. I’m sure you’ll love her, bro.”

Bakugou grunted. “Whatever.”

As the two of them continued to catch up, Katsuki heard his door open. He made eye contact with you as you walked in with Mina. As he was about to greet the two of them, he felt a nudge on his ribs.

“You might want to put a shirt on, man,” Kirishima whispered, elbowing him. “It’s getting cold and no one wants to see you start nipping.”

“Fuck off, bastard!” he replied crossly. “People would pay to see that.”

Kirishima snickered. “That’s something to be proud of.”

The men shoved each other around before Bakugou rolled his eyes, shrugging on a sleeveless black hoodie.

As he raised his arms above his head, he felt your gaze follow the exposed areas of his toned abdomen. Bakugou met your stare with a raise of his brow, flexing his arms slightly.

When he saw the color flood your cheeks, he smirked to himself. Cute.

“What the fuck, bro?”

He glared at Kirishima, confused. “What?”

“That’s the stupidest fucking sweater I’ve ever seen. I mean-- Where are the sleeves? What’s the point of wearing that--?”

“Shut your fucking mouth--!”

You started laughing. It was a sweet, resonant sound that made him lose track of his words.

Bakugou shut up.

Kirishima suppressed his chortle.

“Is this the greeting I get after not seeing you for almost six months, Katsuki?” Ashido asked dramatically, waving her hand to make her presence known. “Is this what I, one of your closest friends, deserve after years of--?”

“Hi, Ashido,” he interrupted, ruffling her pink hair. “Your dark circles don’t look as bad today.”

She gasped, gently touching her face. “Dark circles?” Mina glared at him, her eyes narrowing into slits. “They don’t look half as bad as your butt fucking ugly sleeveless hoodie, that’s for sure.”

“Why the fuck--!?”

“I think it looks kind of cute,” you interrupted with a giggle.

They turned to you.

Ashido hummed. Kirishima smirked. Bakugou-- He didn’t know what to do.

“Hear that Bakubro? Y/N thinks it’s cute.”

You flushed and Katsuki whacked his friend on the back of his head.

“Shut up, hair-for-brains,” he retorted. Then, he turned to you. Your hair was still tied up, loose strands framing your face in a way that made Bakugou want to curl it around his finger--

What the actual hell? he snapped to himself. Did the punch to the face make him lose some brain cells?

“This is our friend Y/N,” Mina introduced as she and Eijirou exchanged surreptitious glances. “Y/N, this is Bakugou.”

“Hi,” you said with a grin, reaching out to shake his hand. “Nice to meet you. I’ve never watched a boxing match live before and you were so amazing! That final blow you landed caused one hell of a knockout.”

You’re one hell of a knockout, he almost blurted.

“Thanks,” Katsuki said, shrugging your compliment off. For someone who liked attention so much, Bakugou fucking sucked at receiving compliments. “I...It’s good you liked watching it.”

You smiled.

“So, Katsuki. Y/N,” Kirishima said with a cough, turning the attention to himself. “Ashido and I forgot we only had dinner reservations for two.”

Your eyebrows furrowed and Bakugou’s left eye twitched.

“But you told me you called ahead for reservations for four--” you began.

“I lied!”

You blinked.

Katsuki felt his temple throb at the thought of his two idiot friends. What the fuck were they planning?

“We’ll totally make dinner plans for tomorrow!” Mina promised, grinning mischievously at Bakugou. “But for tonight, I’m getting so sleepy.” She fake yawned. “Bird Brain looks tired, too.”

“What the fuck, Ashido?” Kirishima muttered. “Bird Brain--?”

She glared at him and he shut up. “It would be a shame to let the reservation go to waste. But Eijirou and I are just so tired.”

You and Bakugou looked at each other in way that said neither of you were buying it.

Still, Kirishima clapped his hands together as if he had a brilliant idea. “I know! We can just go back to the hotel, and Y/N and Katsuki can go to the restaurant together!”

Bakugou saw you progressively getting more flustered and he felt his own face heating up as well. Those fucking idiots.

“Bakugou even said he’ll pay for it,” Ashido said with a beam. She stared him down through gritted teeth. “Right, Katsuki?”

“I-- What the fuck? I mean, yes, I’ll pay for her, but--”

He tried not to pay attention to how you shyly looked away, toying with a strand of your hair as bit your lip to stop the annoyingly cute smile from spreading on your face.

“You hear that, Y/N?” Kirishima cheered. “It’s a date.”

“We’ll call you tomorrow,” Ashio said as they began to walk out of his room. “The reservation is in an hour! We’ll text you the address. In the meanwhile, I’d change into something nicer.”

Eijirou winked and Mina gave two thumbs up before letting the door shut.

The two of you stared at each other open mouthed for one beat. Two beats.

Your shoulders started shaking in laughter as you pressed your hand against your stomach, wiping a tear away. Bakugou couldn’t help but let out an incredulous snicker of his own.

“What the fuck just happened?” fumed Katsuki.

“I think we just got set up,” you replied, a smile on yourself despite the flushed appearance on your cheeks.

“That was the least subtle way these fuckers could’ve done it,” he huffed. But he was nowhere near as annoyed as he sounded. In fact, Bakugou wasn’t really mad at all. “But, they did get a reservation.”

You nodded. “They did.”

“It’d be stupid to let it go to waste.”

What the was he saying? If they didn’t show, the restaurant would gladly replace them and the group could make another for tomorrow. There was no fucking waste.

But Bakugou couldn’t help himself.

“That would be a shame,” you agreed. Peering up at him through your lashes, you tucked a piece of hair behind your ear. “Maybe we should go? You don’t have to actually pay for me--”

“I will.” He turned red at your shocked expression, folding his arms across his chest. “It’s no big deal, or whatever.”

“Right,” you said. But you were grinning.

Katsuki decided he didn’t mind that smile on your face.

After the two of you changed into more appropriate clothing--to which you teased him about the loss of his sleeveless hoodie--you made it to the restaurant with only a minute to spare.

“The reservation is under the name Kirishima,” Bakugou told the worker once they entered the establishment.

Nodding, the worker looked through the names until he landed on Kirishima’s.

“Kirishima, party of four? Right this way, please.”

“Party of four?” you asked under your breath, eyes wide as you placed your hand on Bakugou’s bicep.

He tried his hardest not to flex.

Bakugou swore. “Those fucking idiots.”

But when Katsuki heard your laugh, he realized he wasn’t all that upset. In fact, he was rather glad he could be here with just you.

Even the punch to the cheekbone in the middle of a match was worth it.

[kingkatsuki]

Party Crasher | Bakugou Katsuki x Reader

Here is my fic for the Bakugou Birthday Bash! Please check out all the other participants on the masterlist here.

Summary: You get caught sneaking into Bakugou’s birthday party and he makes it a party to remember. 

Warnings: 18+, PWP, dubcon, alcohol mention, no prep, face-fucking, facial, lewd photographs.

Word Count: 5.6k

‘💥READY FOR THE PARTY OF THE CENTURY. CELEBRATING MY BRO BAKUGOU’S BIRTHDAY TONIGHT. CAN’T WAIT.💥’

Your eyes lit up as you read the caption to the photograph Red Riot had just uploaded to Instagram. A selfie of him posing beside Chargebolt outside a chic looking building, huge smiles on their faces as they held up bottles of beer. Your fingers immediately pinch the screen to try and make out the name of the building on the plaque behind them. Deciphering what you could and putting it into google to try and pinpoint the exact location. Smiling in satisfaction as multiple results appeared, comparing the pictures on google images to the picture that Red Riot had just posted to ensure it was the right place before mapping out the distance from your home and exactly how to get there. Sure, it wasn’t exactly what you would call normal, but you wanted to meet your favourite Hero so desperately that you’d do almost anything to make it happen.

You couldn’t deny this was something you’d imagined for months, the day you’d finally meet your Hero. You had to be one of his biggest fans for sure, constantly checking his social media for updates and scouring the Internet for any new Dynamight news that you could capture. Every time Bakugou released a new piece of merch or had an interview planned you always made sure you were online in time to purchase it, or to watch. Sending the Pro-Hero selfies of you wearing your favourite pieces in the hopes of being noticed, or messaging him encouraging comments when you’d watch his interviews. Of course, you never were noticed. Just another face in the sea of comments, tweets and messages he undoubtably received daily. Tagging him in multiple photographs or edits that had been made as an ode to the famous Pro-Hero, some of the messages annoying you more than others. Reading through comments that claimed they were his biggest fan, or his favourite. Jealousy bubbling inside you when you’d see him pose with fans, his signature headband pulled up against his forehead as his gloved hands flipped off the camera. Laughing as you imagined what his PR team would say about the images they definitely couldn’t change, Dynamight was probably their biggest nightmare and you weren’t even sure if the Pro-Hero managed his own social accounts anymore, wondering who's job it was in order to keep these platforms in check. If he even had the option to see the messages and comments that you left on his posts. This didn’t deter you though, instead it just made you more determined to meet him. So you could tell him in person just how much he meant to you.

Being such a dedicated fan of course you knew that his Birthday was coming up, that there would be a big event to mark it somewhere. Trying to decode where the prestigious event may be held this year. The number of times you’d scroll through the Dynamight tag to see other fans arguing about the possible venues or locations of his party, some saying that they’d be attending certain areas to stand outside to catch even a glimpse of the Pro-Hero. But you wouldn’t be standing outside. This year you were determined you were going to meet him, you were going to get inside. You’d just worry about how when you finally got there.

Thankful that his best friend had posted your biggest clue to exactly where this prestigious event would be happening, you began the long subway ride into the centre of the city to the venue. You’d spent so long trying to pick the perfect outfit for the special occasion you were worried you wouldn’t make it on time, your heart pounding in your chest as you thought about how close you were to actually meeting Dynamight. Luck had to be on your side this evening, it had to happen tonight.

Honestly, it had been easier than you’d expected to actually get inside the venue. Your eyes darted around the packed foyer as you picked up a glass of champagne off the fully stocked bar, bringing it to your lips as you made your way deeper inside the venue. You were in the same room as Dynamight. You had to be. Your eyes darting around the room to look at the various Pro-Hero’s that were here mingling within the crowd and enjoying the birthday celebrations, a rambunctious laugh catching your attention as the room went silent for a moment as the heavy bass track changed over the speakers. It was hard to make out a lot of the heroes, especially in civilian clothes, but you’d recognise these three anywhere.

Your heart sped up in your chest when you noticed just how close you were to your favourite Hero. Standing on the other side of the crowded room beside Red Riot and Chargebolt. Your eyes immediately take in the sight of his outfit for the evening. A tight grey shirt clung to his muscular frame, paired with a dark pair of slacks. You could see every taut curve of muscle straining against the fabric as you imagined running your hands against him, wishing you could feel those muscles pressed against you.

You followed his movements as he moved away from his friends, following deeper into the crowd as you tried to keep a close eye on him, fully intent to follow him wherever he was going and at the very least introduce yourself. You were one of his biggest fans, after all, maybe you could get a selfie and his autograph so you could brag about it on social media. Even just being in his presence now made you feel special like you were one of his favourites. Following behind him as he turned down a quiet corridor, probably making his way towards one of the bathrooms inside the house, hoping that this would be your opportunity to introduce yourself. You downed the rest of your glass, leaving it empty on one of the side tables in the venue as you followed behind him.

“Dynamight-” You called, your heels clicking against the tile as you tried to keep up with his wide strides, “Dynamight, sir-”

“Dynamight? Are you lost?” His gruff voice sounded as you felt as though your heart had stopped beating. Your entire body froze as you took sight of the man in front of you, eyes wandering along the freshly pressed shirt that sat taut against his muscles, the top two buttons were undone to show just the hint of his collar bones. He looked perfect.

“You listenin’ to me?” Bakugou rasped, his brows furrowed as his eyes roamed your exposed skin.

“H-hi.” All the confidence you’d felt flowing through your veins moments earlier when you’d followed him up the stairway had evaporated, leaving you a shy, fumbling mess in his presence. His intense gaze making you want to look anywhere but into his piercing vermilion eyes.

“Well?” He rasped, “You lost?”

“N-no, Mr Dynamight, sir-” You worried your lower lip between your teeth as you played with your fingers, “I came to see you.”

“Of course ya fuckin’ did- How t’fuck you get in anyway?” Bakguou glared as he watched you come closer.

“I- uh-” You didn’t know how to explain that you’d gatecrashed his party, nevermind how you actually managed to get in, “I just-”

“Did you sneak in?” He tched, vermilion eyes looking you up and down as he stood in the empty corridor, “What you do to get in? Bribe security?”

“Well-” You tugged at the bottom of your dress, trying to avoid his intense gaze over you.

“You did, didn’t you? What a fuckin’ stalker.” He sneered, raising his beer bottle to his lips as he kept his gaze on you, “That desperate to join the party.”

“Y-yeah.” You smiled, “You have no idea how much I wanted to meet you, Dynamight.”

Bakugou groaned against the lip of the beer bottle, the sound of his Hero name spilling from your lips with such an innocent tone had his cock tenting in his pants, straining against the fabric. You may sound innocent, but he would bet you were anything but. There was a reason that you’d snuck into his birthday party dressed like that, and it was most definitely not for pure reasons.

“You come to wish me a happy birthday, hah?” He smirked, leaning his shoulder against the wall as he drank in your figure, “That why you’re dressed like that?”

Your hands smoothed the front of your dress against your thighs as his eyes roamed your exposed skin, swallowing thickly as you shifted on your legs in the empty hallway. Watching as he pressed himself up from the wall and opened a door to his left, turning to look at you before he stepped inside, “You comin’?”

Feeling your heartbeat increase as your feet began moving before you had even made the decision in your mind to follow him, not that you’d ever refuse. Here you were standing with your Hero in the flesh. This was the moment you’d dreamt about for months, years even. He was even more perfect in real life, more so than you could have imagined.

Stepping into the room behind Bakugou as he shut the door, glancing around at the elegant bathroom. It seemed there were no expenses spared for his birthday celebration, everything in the building just felt extravagant. Wondering if this was the right time to try and ask your favourite Hero for the prized selfie you’d been thinking about for weeks.

“You make a habit of following men to the bathroom, Princess?” You felt Bakugou’s warm breath fan against your skin as his lips hovered against the apex of your neck, leaning over you as he placed his beer bottle onto the bathroom counter. His chest pressed against your back as he moved his hands to your hips, instantly feeling the heat radiating from him.

“No- I’ve never-” You gasped as he pushed you forward, your thighs pressing against the cool marble counter as your eyes met his in the reflection of the mirror in the bathroom. His grip against your hips tightening as his fingertips dug into the plush skin, rolling his hips against your back as you felt his semi-hard cock pressing against the swell of your ass.

“You’re just a creepy fuckin’ stalker, hah?” He smirked at you through the reflection, the sight making your core clench in anticipation as he ruts himself against you, “Was this all for me?”

His hands smoothed over the tight dress that covered your figure, mapping out your body with calloused fingers as he brushed underneath the curve of your chest, thumbing the underside of your breasts as your eyes fluttered from his touch.

“Yes,” You whispered, your breath slipping from your lips in a gentle sigh as he peppered kisses against your neck, his lips curving into a smirk at your answer.

“Yeah?” Bakugou bit down on your neck hard, the motion making you gasp in a mixture of pleasure and pain as his tongue lashed against the mark, his hands tugging at the thin straps of your dress and pulling them down your arms to expose your breasts to his gaze.

“These are fuckin’ perfect.” Bakugou groaned, his palms immediately moving up to cup your round mounds as he felt your nipples harden under his touch, palming them before moving his thumb and forefinger to roll the hardened peaks between his calloused pads. Watching the way you arched into his touch, teasing your breasts as he pressed himself flush against your back.

“Comin’ to my party dressed like a slut, no bra-” He squeezed your chest before letting go, letting your breasts bounce with the motion as his hands continued their conquest lower. His fingers slipping underneath the hem of your skirt, pulling it up over your ass so your dress was now bunched around your middle, “You were just askin’ to get fucked, hah?”

“I-I wasn’t, I just-” Your body betrayed your rational thinking, already feeling cornered in the deserted upper floor bathroom. The rest of the attendees were downstairs enjoying the party while you followed your favourite Pro-Hero upstairs.

“I-I,” Bakugou mocked, his nose scrunched into a sneer, “Don’t lie. You knew exactly what you were doing when you followed me up here by yourself, Princess. Did ya flash these to security to get in?”

“No!” You gasped in indignation, “I didn’t, I wouldn’t-”

“No?” His large palms moved down to massage your ass, digging into the supple skin as he ground his semi-hard cock against you through his slacks, “But here you are now bent over like a slut.”

“I just wanted to meet you, Dynamight.” You gasped as you felt his fingertips dig into the skin of your ass bruisingly.

“You gonna give me a birthday present?” Bakugou’s palm came down on your ass hard, “Isn’t that why you came?”

“I just wanted to meet you-” You repeated, gasping as Bakugou gave your ass another harsh smack, the same sting on your other cheek even through your sheer tights.

“Don’t. Lie.” He repeated, each word punctuated with another smack to your ass. The pleasurable pain mingling against your skin as your hands gripped the porcelain basin, “You came for a lot more than that, didn’t you?”

Bakugou’s hand moved along the curve of your ass, pressing his thumb between it as it pulled at your tights, following the design of the lacy thong you were wearing. “Isn’t that why you’re wearing these slutty panties?”

You gasped when he pressed the back of his knuckle down on your crotch, unable to stop your body from grinding against his touch. Rolling your hips to try and gain more friction, a feeble attempt to get him to pay attention to your neglected clit.

“Fuck, look at the fuckin’ mess you’ve made.” Bakugou leaned back to see the dark patch against the crotch of your panties, “You’re drenched already.”

“Please,” You whimpered, your entire body felt torrid. His palms heated against your ass as he spread your cheeks apart.

“Actin’ all fuckin’ shy but you’re dripping.” A low growl left his lips at the thin barrier of your tights as he pressed his thumbs against the material, the noise of fabric tearing filling the bathroom as he ripped a hole in the crotch. You gasped at the motion as he took advantage of your now exposed skin as he gave your ass another smack, watching the way your skin rippled from his ministrations.

“Fuck, yes.” He hissed, blunt fingertips digging into the curve of your ass as he pulled your thong to the side, leaving it stretched over one of your cheeks as he caught sight of your bare cunt. His thumb instantly parting your folds as he delved between them, stroking the digit through your slick, “Good lord, you that fuckin’ desperate for my cock, hah?”

You mewled pathetically, trying to angle your hips so he would touch you where you needed it most, trying to get him to alleviate the pressure against your puffy clit. His thumb stroking through your soaked slit as he pressed the pad against your tight entrance, feeling the way your body tried to suck him inside.

“Please,” You begged, trying to catch his gaze through your reflection but his eyes were focused on your cunt. A smirk on his face as he pressed his thumb inside you to the first knuckle, curling it as he pressed it against the spongy spot inside you. Watching in amusement as you tried to fuck yourself on his solo digit, his index finger flicking your clit as you cried out in pleasure.

“Look how fuckin’ desperate you are.” Bakugou chided as he put more pressure on his thumb, cherishing the sweet sounds he pulled from your lips, “Practically humping my hand.”

“What if someone sees.” You gasp as you look towards the door, knowing that he hadn’t bothered trying to lock it when he’d cornered you in the bathroom.

“Shoulda thought about that before you crashed my party dressed like a fuckin’ slut.” He growled, grasping your neck as he pulled your head back uncomfortably, his lips pressing against yours in a sloppy kiss. His tongue brushing against your lips before forcing his way inside, lashing against your wet heat as he continued humping against your ass, “What did you expect to happen?”

Truth be told, you didn’t know. This had seemed like a great plan at the time when you scoured the internet for information about where his party would be held this year. Searching hashtags and keywords to try and gain any clues as to who would be here or what time it would be on. Finally piecing the puzzle together by looking at his Pro friend’s social media stories. Thankful that Chargebolt seemed to be the worst at keeping secrets when intoxicated. Easily able to google the venue and find the easiest way here from your apartment. But now you were here, bent over in front of your favourite Pro-Hero, you weren’t sure what you’d expected.

“Tell me you don’t want my cock,” He murmured, pressing a sloppy kiss against your cheek as you looked at how messy your make-up was in the mirror. Your lipstick now streaked across your lips, cheeks and chin as your mascara clouded around your eyes, “Tell me and I’ll stop. Not like I can’t find a million girls like you, all desperate for a night with the Dynamight.”

You could hear the cocky tone to his voice when he mentioned his Hero name, and you couldn’t fault him. He was right, multiple women would kill to be in your position right now, that would probably do the unthinkable for even a moment of what you had. Even though doubt ran through your mind at the compromising position you were in, you felt special. Important.

“Hey, I’m talkin’ to you, Princess.” He gave your ass another slap, this time feeling the crackle of his quirk activate against your skin as you let out a shrill cry, your eyes widening in horror at the fear that someone may have heard you, “Hah, I fuckin’ knew it.”

Bakugou’s fingers were quick to unbuckle his belt, unbuttoning the tight slacks he was wearing as he let them and his boxers slip below the curve of his ass. You immediately tried to crane your head to get a glimpse of him, but he was quick to grasp your hair tight, holding your head steady as vermilion eyes glowered at you through your reflection, “Greedy little whore.”

Bakugou smirked as he wrapped a hand around his girth, giving himself a teasing pump as he slapped the underside of his cock against your ass cheek, watching the way you ground yourself back against him desperately.

“I thought you said you didn’t want it?” He scoffed, “Yet here you are actin’ like a bitch in heat.”

You couldn’t help it, the thought of being caught in such a compromising position by someone soon forgotten as you felt him press his thick tip against your tight entrance, gasping when he pressed against you to create a delicious stretch against you. Your body shuddering as he dipped the head of his cock inside your tight entrance, watching the way you feebly tried to fuck yourself back against him, trying to get him to delve deeper before he pulled back with a smirk.

“I’ll show you what happens to little girls who are lookin’ to get fucked.” Sliding the head along your slick folds and rubbing taut circles around your clit, you were so desperate for any kind of satiation, your body crying out for relief as you whined his name. The sound like music to his ears as he slipped his length back towards your entrance, dragging it along your folds until he felt it catch against your tight heat. Snapping his hips forward as he buried himself inside you roughly, half his length sheathed inside as your tight inner walls squeezed around him.

“Oh shit, you’re so fuckin’ tight.” He grunted, his forehead falling against your shoulder as he felt your velvety walls clenching around him, giving another experimental roll of his hips as he slowly pulled out before plunging back in. Trying to get you to take more of his thickness inside you, “Fuck.”

“S’too big,” You bit your lip as you felt a slight burn in your lower half from the intrusion, trying to steady your breathing to help your body adjust to his sheer size. His palm pressing down on your back as he pushed you into the counter, the faucet digging into your chest uncomfortably as he tried to angle your body to take more of his cock inside you.

“Oh fuck, that’s it, Princess.” He snarled, snapping his hips, his eyes focused on where your two bodies were connected, seeing more of his length disappear inside of you, “Take my fuckin’ cock.”

Your forehead pressed against the cool pane of glass as Bakugou began slow, shallow thrusts, feeling you pulsate around him as you adjusted to his size. His fingertips dug into your hips as he held onto you, beginning to increase his pace as he steadied his thrusts. Each snap of his hips had his cock pulled from your slick and buried back inside you. His balls slapping against your clit with each pronounced thrust. Your legs quivered as your thighs dug into the counter uncomfortably, a numbness spreading throughout your limbs until the only sensation you could focus on was the stretch in your core. Each forward motion bruising against your cervix as he buried himself deep within your pliant walls. Lewd sounds of him fucking into your wet core filled the bathroom as you tried to position your body to stop the faucets digging into your skin uncomfortably.

“Dynamight.” You blubbered, grasping at the porcelain sink as he continued pounding into you from behind, your breasts bouncing with each movement, “Please-”

It was too much, too intense as you tried to keep up with his harsh thrusts. Each one pounding himself even deeper inside your silky walls, pulling himself from your heat before surging forward to bury himself back inside to the hilt with each roll of his hips. A dull ache from the stretch of his thickness that ebbed in your core as he used you how he saw fit.

“Look at me.” Bakugou groaned, sensing no attempt from you to move your body, his hand moved up to weave into your hair. The calloused pads of his fingers grazing against your scalp before he pulled hard, your neck snapping up so he could catch sight of your face as he pounded into your tight cunt, “Good lord, you look so fucked.”

Half-lidded eyes gazed at him through the reflection in the mirror, your lips curved into a near-constant moan as he continued to pull sweet sounds from your lips. The change in position causing his thick cock to drag against your velvety walls which each roll of his hips. The prominent veins that ran along his cock putting pressure against the spongy spot inside you that would have you seeing stars.

“That’s it,” He growled, “I know you’re close. I can feel you fuckin’ squeezin’ me.”

You felt drool spilling down your chin, too fucked out to close your mouth or try and stop it as he continued pounding into your tight entrance. The dull juxtaposition of pleasure and pain from him tugging at your hair made your body quiver, your cunt throbbing around his cock as you felt your impending climax creeping up on you. The sound of skin against skin echoing around the empty bathroom as he moved his free hand to grab your bouncing breast, tweaking your hardened nipple as he fucked you towards your release.

“Come on slutty girl, tell me what you need-” He grinned behind you, his palm sliding lower along your stomach, resting on your abdomen as he put pressure against it, ghosting his hand over where his cock was delving deep inside your quivering walls. His middle finger stretched to press sloppy circles against your clit, “Wanna feel you cream all over my cock.”

The husky tone to his voice paired with the way his hands were pressed against your body had you falling into your climax, your body trembling as you came with a loud cry of his name. The noise caused Bakugou to cup his palm over your mouth to muffle your cries as he continued fucking into you, “God, Princess. You want everyone to know I’m splitting you apart on my cock, hah? So fuckin’ noisy-”

Your breath harsh pants against his palm as you feel your face heat up from his touch, his scent intoxicating as it fills your senses. Your legs shaking as tremors ripped through your body, your inner walls convulsing around his cock as your cunt gushed around his length, feeling him continue to fuck you through your release, ramming into the same spot over and over.

“Good fuckin’ girl.” Bakugou kept his palm clasped over your mouth as he moved the other back to your hips as he selfishly fucked you through your climax, feeling you continue to pulsate around him as he worked himself towards his own release, savouring each flutter of your cunt around him.

You mewled at the loss of contact when he pulled out of your spent cunt, his body immediately curving back to get a better look at how wide you were because of his girth. Smirking at you as his fingers slipped between your bodies to your contracting entrance to gauge the stretch. Scissoring his fingers inside you as you feebly tried to move your body away from him, the ministrations too much for your overstimulated body, “Ah, please- Dynamight.”

“Aw, Baby.” He smiled, barring his gums as he eased your body off the counter, turning you to face him, “You didn’t think we were done, did you?”

You gasp when you feel him rub all four of his fingers against your puffy clit, your hand immediately curling around his wrist to try and get him to stop the motions against your overstimulated body.

“You’re not the one in charge here, Princess.” Bakugou scoffed, pulling his wrist out of your grasp before pressing down on your shoulders forcefully as your legs buckled under the pressure. You gasped as you dropped onto the cool tile. Your knees shifting uncomfortably against the slippy material as you shifted uncomfortably, trying to alleviate the pressure against your tired limbs.

“Haven’t got all fuckin’ day,” He growled, his hand gripping your cheeks between his thumb and forefinger as your lips were pressed into a pout, squishing your face together almost painfully as he rolled his hips against you again.

His cock was covered in your slick, the milky, almost translucent mixture thick against his girth as the length curved up towards his abdomen. The head still swollen and reddish as it glistened under the bright bathroom lights. You couldn’t take your eyes off the sight, your heartbeat increasing as you took in the sight of his cock. You’d shamefully scoured the internet for any scantily-clad pictures of Dynamight that might exist. Often screenshotting the suggestive selfies that he would take on his personal Instagram account, shirtless and sweaty after intense workouts or long work shifts that ended with him covered in dirt and grime. But nothing prepared you for the sight in front of you right now, this was something you hadn’t been able to find online, and you began to wonder how many people had been graced with this sight. He looked even more impressive from this angle, almost like a deity staring down at a mere mortal being. Like you were completely and utterly under his control.

“Oi,” Bakugou growled, grasping his cock in a large fist, giving himself a quick pump as he angled it towards your face. Pressing the tip against your pouting mouth as a mixture of his pre and your slick smeared across your lips, a low groan rumbling from low in his chest as he repeated the motion, “Isn’t this what you wanted?”

You weren’t even sure anymore. This was not what you expected when you’d snuck into his birthday party. In best case scenario you’d hoped to grab an elusive selfie with the Pro-Hero, already imagining how you’d brag about it on your social media once you returned home. Telling everyone the story of how you managed to get a selfie with the Dynamight. You definitely didn’t picture yourself on the floor between his legs with his cock pressed against your lips, you hadn’t even had a chance to tell him your name. Nerves flooding your system as you tried to remember how to breathe, your heart pounding in your chest. Your tongue poking out to lap at the fresh pre oozing out of his tip, tasting a mixture of your slick and his pre as you felt your clit throb between your thighs.

“Come on,” Bakugou put more pressure against your jaw, your mouth opening wider for him as he slowly slipped his tip inside your heat, “I know you want it, slut. How many times have you touched that pretty little pussy at the thought of me?”

Bakugou pressed against you with more force, feeling his thick cock stretching your mouth as the tip hit the back of your throat. Pearly tears clumping in your lashes and sticking to your mascara uncomfortably. Your throat clenching in an attempt to create more lubrication as he slowly pulled back, before pushing back in again. You hummed around him as he set a slow, steady pace. Each roll of his hips pressing the tip as far back in your throat as possible before he pulled out again. The taste of you against his skin as you lapped at his cock, a groan rumbling in his chest as he watched you clean your release off his length.

“It’s my birthday so you’ll do what I want, yeah?” Bakugou rasped, increasing his pace as he cherished the sounds of you gagging around him.

He moved both hands to hold onto your head, keeping you steady as he began to thrust his hips against your face. Each forward thrust had him flush against your face, his pubic hair tickling your nose as his balls sat against your chin. Every so often he would stop his thrusts, staying still as he remained buried inside your mouth to the hit as he felt your throat shudder around him as you tried to stop yourself from gagging around him, before pulling back to start his pace again. Your jaw aching as he continued thrusting his hips into your waiting mouth, desperately trying to breathe through your nose as he abused your throat. Fresh tears slowly streaming down your cheeks from the abuse on your throat, leaving lines from your ruined make-up in their wake.

“Fuck, that’s it,” Bakugou growled, the back of your head knocking against the countertop as he gave a particularly hard rut of his hips. Drool continued to spill from your mouth and dribble down your chin as it splashed against your naked breasts. Your cheeks hollowed as you tried to curve your tongue around his girth.

A gentle throb at the back of your skull as he continued to fuck your mouth, your teeth grazing against his foreskin as he hissed at the contact, his grip on your hair tightening as he pulled his cock out of your throat with a grunt. A silvery line of saliva connected the tip of his cock to your mouth as it broke off and hit your chin, glistening in the light as he wiped his thumb against it.

“Look at you, such a fuckin’ mess.” Bakugou fisted his cock, running it along your cheeks as it blurred the tear lines, leaving a mixture of his pre and your spit against your skin. His hand moved frantically against his length as he curled his fingers into your hair, holding your head steady as he stroked his cock above you. His balls hitting your chin as his fist brushed against your nose with each rough movement, “Gonna cover you in my cum, Princess.”

A deep grunt slipped from his lips as he came, thick warm ropes of cum spilling from his cock and splashing into your face. The thick liquid clumping in your lashes and spilling down your face, his hips rolling as he slowly rode out his release. His fist slowing to a gentle tug against his length as the final few spurts emptied from his balls.

“Fuck,” He drawled out, looking at the way your face glistened with his release. Wiping the tip of his cock against your pouty lips to smear his release against your skin, letting go of his softening cock as he let it fall against your cheek. Slipping his hand into the pocket of his slacks to pull out his cell phone as he instantly switched on the camera, pointing it towards your face as he took a photograph of his cum coating your skin. The flash flickering behind your closed lids as you slowly opened your eyes, trying to gaze up at him without his cum spilling into them, blinking to try and clear it from your lashes as he took another photograph, this time with your eyes open, “That’s it, such a good girl for me-”

“Please don’t take pictures,” You trembled, instantly thinking about who he might share those images with or where they may end up. Fear bubbling in your core at the idea that you might be all over the internet by midnight, but you wanted to hope that Bakugou wasn’t like that. He was the Number Two Hero, there was no way he’d do a thing like that, would he?

“Oh, don’t worry, Princess. Consider it a Birthday Gift.” Bakugou smiled, slipping his cell phone back into his pocket before stuffing his softening cock into his boxers and doing up his fly, “Happy Birthday to me, yeah?”

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Sexercise [18+]

TW: rough sex, multiple partners, overstimulation, oral sex, penetration, spanking, choking, hair pulling, smacking (face), fingering, bruising

Word count: 6.8K

Summary: When you go to a new gym for special workouts but you aren't getting your needs met. Your trainer is here to help, offering special sessions to help get both of your sexual frustrations out.

A/N: Okay, shit writing BUT just think about the concept. I took the liberty of writing this piece because I couldn't get it out of my head!! This collab was really fun to do! Although stressful, I would love to do it again! Check out all the other writer's work for this collab! They are all so talented and just W O W

Inspired by the Korean Webtoon: Sexercise! It's actually really good and I was so obsessed with it. Here's my version but with Bakugou <3

Also, sorry if I tag the trigger warnings wrong >< I'm so new to this!

You stepped out of the freshly, hot shower, carefully drying every inch of your body before putting on the exercise clothes the gym had provided you.

You know. You didn’t bring your own clothes and the gym gave you some to wear? Well, this isn’t your typical gym.

It all started when you saw their promotion flyer hidden behind many others on the bulletin board on your way home. You’ve been meaning to get back to the gym and this one looked promising. A new form of exercise that’ll make you come back for more? Curiosity got the best of you and you headed to the gym to check it out.

Upon arriving, it looked like a regular gym. They had all the necessary equipment that you see in any gym. What’s so special about this gym? And what ‘new form’ of exercise were they talking about, you asked yourself.

“Hi, are you new here?” you hear a voice from behind you. You spun around to see a beautiful, fit woman greet you.

“Ah, yes I’m actually looking to sign up for that new form of exercise written on this flyer,” you explained, showing the lady the flyer you picked up. She grabbed it from you, shocked and disbelief written all over her face.

“Who the fuck did this?” she grumbled under her breath. But she did it right in front of you so you heard everything she said. She didn’t sound too happy, by the way her eyebrows crunched in rage. Her reaction made you back away, feeling uncomfortable. Maybe it wasn’t a good idea to come to this gym after all. The lady noticed how you were shifting in your stance and cleared her throat, fixing her posture to look professional.

“Sorry if I scared you,” she laughed embarrassedly. “We just don’t promote this gym very much so it was a surprise to see this flyer. I’m guessing you’re not familiar with the workouts we do here?”

“Uhm, not really,” you say shyly. She looks you up and down and thinks for a moment. Then, she goes behind her desk and pulls out this thick contract.

“Well, before we get started, I’m going to need you to sign this nondisclosure agreement and fill out your personal information here. After all this is completed, I can take you around for a tour!” she exclaimed. You were a bit reluctant to even sign this and was about to walk out the door. What kind of gym is this that you need to sign an NDA? But it couldn’t hurt right?

When you signed the last line of that NDA form, she took you on your tour right away. And that’s when you found out the through about this gym.

“Ah, fuck~!”

“HNGH, hah!”

“Good, I wanna see 10 more reps.”

This gym helps their members enjoy working out through the pleasure of sex.

So here you were, stretching your muscles out in your assigned room for your first session. You felt that familiar feeling at the bottom of your stomach due to nervousness and excitement. You’ve always loved having sex. Having multiple partners? Eh, not so much. But you’ve been single for way too long and it’s been a while since you’ve had a good sex experience. Plus, you’ve been meaning to start exercising again so this was such a perfect gym for you. You’re just hoping that it’ll meet your expectations.

You heard two voices coming in your direction. A muscular man with dark green hair and similar clothes to what you were wearing and an angry, blondie with a trainer outfit on were entering the room, chatting away like they knew each other.

“(y/n)?” the blonde one spoke up.

“Ah, yes. That’s me,” you wiped your sweaty palms on your pants and reached out your hand to shake the trainer’s hand.

“Bakugou. I’ll be your trainer today,” he introduced himself. His palm in yours felt so heavy andstrong. He gripped your hand firmly, but only for a second and let go, his presence leaving you empty. Who knew that someone could have that kind of effect on you. You wanted so badly to take his large hands and have them roam all around your bod- You shook your head out of these naughty thoughts. What were you thinking? Sure, you were having sex but this was your workout, not some hookup. Plus, he’s your trainer. He’s not the one you were going to have sex with. It was that handsome hunk beside him.

“Introduce yourself,” Bakugou nudged the man. The green-haired man gave you a shy smile and a small wave.

“Midoriya Izuku. Most people call me Deku, but you can call me by what makes you most comfortable,” Deku says. You smile. His personality and demeanor reminded you of a puppy. But not a small puppy. He was more like a Great Dane: sweet but large in size. Looking at both of them now, they were both very muscular, almost towering over your small figure. You looked over at your trainer who was writing something down on his clipboard. Now he was very attractive. He’s got the face, the voice, the body. God, he was your type. Your partner was also good looking. No matter how much you wanted to have this session with someone else, your partner will do for now. With a build like that, you were sure you were going to enjoy this sex session.

“Alright, (y/n). Since this is your first time here, I’ll run over the basics. Before every session, each partner will give the other a massage to loosen up. If you could lay on the mat, please,” he instructs, pointing over to the mat that was laying on the floor.

You nodded in understand, laying on your stomach and resting your chin on your arms. Deku comes up behind you, sitting on top of the back of your legs. You jump in surprise, but Deku hushes you and gently pushes you back down.

“I’ll make you feel good, don’t worry,” he leans down to whisper in your ear.

Deku starts his massage by pressing both of his thumbs in the middle of your back, going up your spine. You almost let out a moan of pleasure from how good you felt. His large hands felt amazing on your back. Damn, forget about the sex. You’ll gladly be content with this. His hands skillfully rubbed your entire back, switching between a firm and soft pressure. You definitely felt relaxed and comfortable now. So this is why they start off every session with a massage. You were about to fully succumb to his touch, that is, until your trainer interrupted you.

“Okay, you can switch now. Sir, please lay on your stomach,” he instructed. Ah, right. You were still being talked through everything by Mr. Grumpy Pants here. Deku was used to this, so he laid down and you were the one to get on top now.

You started your massage off slow. Your touch was soft and gently, trying to touch every part of his body and get him to relax as much as possible. You tried copying a few of his moves, improvising here and there. So far, so good. You could feel Deku’s muscles loosen under you and he sighed in satisfaction.

“Alright, sir. Now I’m gonna have you lay on your back. Ma’am, go ahead and massage his chest,” Bakugou instructed. Swiftly and skillfully, Deku maneuvered his body around so that you were straddling his waist from the front.

“Oh!” you made a sound of surprise. You could have gotten up and let him take his time turning around, but he had his own plans. You could tell he’s done this many times before.

You were shy about giving him the massage at first. It’s not the first time you’ve touched a man’s chest, but it was your first time giving a massage with the man looking at you with such intense eyes. Deku’s hands were crossed behind his head, enjoying the show he was given. His eyes never left yours for a second, making sure he mapped every inch, every curve of your body and imprinted in his brain. You didn’t know where to look. While he was staring at with you eyes of lust, you were looking anywhere else but him; his chest, the floor, your hands. How could you concentrate when he’s looking at you like that?

You couldn’t help but shift in your position to get more comfortable, but in doing so, you sat right on his crotch. A bolt of electricity shot through your body when you felt his hard on growing larger with each passing second. It took you everything in your power not to moan right then and there. You didn’t want to look desperate so soon in the session. But Deku was making it so hard. Bakugou looked up from his clipboard to see a very obvious tent in the male’s pants.

“Hard already? It’s only the beginning of the massage,” Bakugou pointed out. Deku smirks and puts one hand on your thigh, caressing firmly.

“What can I say? She’s a beautiful girl,” Deku compliments. Bakugou doesn’t respond to his comment and instead, instructs him to do something else.

“Sir, please massage her breasts in this position,” Bakugou says. Without hesitation, Deku gropes your breasts with his massive hands. Every time he squeezed a bit too tightly, every time he readjusts his pose, it was all driving you mad. The heat between your thighs was telling you that you wanted, needed, to be touched. You bit your lips to stop another moan from coming out. Deku takes notice of your small action and decides, with a devilish smirk, to take matters into his own hands. He grabs a hold of your waist and juts his hips upwards so that his boner rubbed against your sopping, wet cunt. With so much force he put into that thrust, your body got pushed forward, allowing Deku to grab your breasts even more tightly. Finally, that long awaited moan escapes your lips.

“There we go,” Deku whispers, continuing his movements. You closed your eyes, enjoying the friction he was supplying you with. But before anything could get too heated, Bakugou, once again, interrupts.

“You probably already know what to do but I’ll explain just in case,” Bakugou starts, putting down his clipboard and goes to the draw that was sitting on the side. He brings out a bottle of oil and kneels behind you. “May I?” he asks while pointing to your top.

“Ah, yes,” you softly say. With his rough, calloused hands, he rakes his fingers up your side before removing your top. Your breasts spill out with a flop, making Deku’s eyes widen in thirst. Bakugou disregards his reaction, continues to put oil on his hands and starts to massage your breasts.

“Be careful when massaging women’s breasts. You don’t want to be too rough that it hurts or too soft that she can’t feel anything. The closer you get to the nipple, the more sensitive she is so be careful when touching them,” Bakugou explains. Like a pro, he starts to play around and twists your sensitive nipples. But just like in his explanation, he used different pressures in different areas to give you the ultimate pleasure. You moan in ecstasy, allowing yourself to submit to his touch. The back of your head landed on his shoulder and you just laid it there while he played with your breasts. Bakugou chuckled softly in your ear and gently pushed you up.

“Okay, give it a try,” he was addressing Deku. Deku nodded with excitement, eager to continue the session. Bakugou guides you to your partner, but his touch lingered on your back for a second too long. You looked back at your trainer and made eye contact with those fiery, crimson eyes. But your attention was stolen by the green-haired man under you. Deku had this talk to many times before that he goes right in to touch your soft, naked tits. It doesn’t take long for his tongue to find its way to your nipple. His wet tongue sliding against your sensitive buds excited you and only made you want more. You started griding your hips downwards to meet his upwards thrusts.

Very quickly, the chemistry between you two started getting more heated. Clothes were coming off one by one. Deku moves so that he is sitting up while you straddle. You cupped his face and brought him in for a kiss. As you guys were making out, you pull his shirt up to reveal part of his abs. At first, you just wanted to tease and feel his body but your horniess was off the charts and just touching caused you to want more of him.

For a moment, Izuku separates from you to take his shirt off and then his lips are right back on yours. Then he leans you back so you’re laying on your back and he’s leaning over you. He quickly disposes of his clothes and then rips your pants off. He sees that you’re already so wet and don’t need prepping. Neither does Deku apparently. When you looked down, he dick was so erect that precum was already leaking out.

Deku leans over you, panting slightly from your make out session, and lines his dick up with your entrance while pumping it a few times. Before he’s right about to stick it in, Bakugou slaps the back of his head. A now agitated Deku springs up, but before he could say anything, Bakugou just throws a condom at him.

“Slow down. Don’t forget that this is an exercise session. Now I want to see 50 reps,” Bakugou scolded.

“Fuckin hell,” he complains. He looks back at you and smirks. “Ready?” You nod eagerly wanting more than anything to just be fucked right now.

Deku slides his throbbing cock inside your long awaited pussy and you swear you could see stars. The stretch from his thick, veiny dick felt so amazing that your eyes rolled to the back of your head. Deku stayed still to let you adjust to his size. The feeling of being stuffed by a fat cock, and by a handsome guy at that, is already making your pussy clench tightly around him.

Deku lets out a sigh of pleasure and starts thrusting. The numbing feeling caused all his hairs to stand on end.

God, when he put his dick in, man did it feel good. But as soon as he started fucking you, you didn’t feel fully… satisfied. The initial stretch was the best feeling you’ve had yet. For some reason, the sex didn’t feel as good as you wanted it to be. Maybe you were too into your head? Maybe you just had to relax and just have a good time. But that was hard to do when your partner was whispering the countdown to himself.

There was no doubt that Izuku was enjoying his time with you, but he was so concentrated on the 50 reps that he wasn’t thinking about making you feel good. He thrusted inside you, not taking into consideration of where inside you he was hitting. Heat rushed to your cheeks in embarrassment. This wasn’t what you had in mind for your first session. You felt bad that you weren’t enjoying it, but you didn’t want to show it. With each snap of his hips, you forced out a moan to make it believe that you were having a good time. Every now and then, you’d let out a bigger, more convincing moan to change it up a bit.

This sucks. What’s the different between this and having sex with some stranger after a night out? They both can’t hit the right spot. He isn’t even going the speed you want him to. You wanted to be pounded into. You wanted him to fuck you so hard and so rough that you can’t walk the next morning. You wanted him to leave dark bruises all over your body but he wasn’t giving it to you.

You started getting bored midway through his reps and opened your eyes to look around the room. Maybe you could entertain yourself some other way while Deku was having his fun. You happened to look at your trainer who was looking at his own clipboard. He wasn’t even paying attention to you guys at all. He was writing down notes. What was he really writing though? Bakugou glanced away from his notes and made eye contact with you for a quick second. It was only for a second but it was enough to make you feel embarrassed that you got caught. You immediately closed your eyes to pretend that that small little eye contact didn’t happen.

“…48…49….50!” Izuku finally finished, giving you a nice, deep, hard thrust to finish it all off. That was good, but not enough. You eventually got fed up and flipped him over so that now you were on top. You were going to ride him until you were satisfied and full. But before you could lower yourself onto him, Deku holds your shoulders to stop you. He became a little flustered that you decided to take control because this wasn’t a part of the session. He looked at Bakugou for approval and he sighed, but eventually nodded his head.

“We can change it up,” Bakugou allowed. “But, (y/n). Now I want to see 50 reps from you.” He instructed.

“Yes sir,” you replied quickly. You just wanted him inside you, you didn’t have time for this chit-chat. So slowly but surely, you lowered yourself onto his dick, gasping the way he filled you up. You were able to fully sit, his dick disappearing completely inside you. The tip finally hit you where you wanted. Using your heels as leverage, you moved in the way you wanted. You made sure that pull all the way out before slamming into his dick again, loving the way he just fills you up. You loved how you were in control, shaking your ass up and down, hearing your sloppy cunt slap against his skin, how wet it must be down there.

God, but you wanted more. You guided Deku’s hands to grab your ass but all he does it grab onto it. Maybe a squeeze here and there. He was so entranced in the sex, his head was tilted back with his eyes shut closed, constant moans escaped his mouth. He loved the feeling of your pussy clenched around him to even think about anything. But you bit your lip in frustration. You didn’t want his hands just laying on you. You wanted him smack it with as much force as he could. He could put those muscles to use and man handle you a little. But you were here to fend for yourself. A visible pout was permanent on your lips but your partner wasn’t able to see it because he was enjoying himself below you.

But your trainer did. Bakugou was paying close attention to you. From the moment Izuku’s cock entered you to your little pout, he noted every movement and every expression you made. He raised an eyebrow, noting that small action and saving it for later.

Deku’s moans were growing louder and more inconsistent. He bucked his hips up, trying to be in motion with you but was getting sloppier by the second. It soon became too much for him and hot, white cum exploded inside the condom.

“Fuuuuck,” Izuku let out one last breath and flopped his arm out in exhaustion. He took a minute to catch his breath while you were getting off him and already started cleaning yourself up. Dammit, you didn’t even cum.

You were gathering your belongings, meanwhile, Izuku was chatting it up with Bakugou again. Before he leaves, Izuku comes up to you, places a hand on your lower back and gave you a genuine smile.

“Thanks for the amazing session,” he said. You gave him your best, fakest smile.

“Back at ya,” you reply. Your smile dropped the moment you turned around and you sighed in annoyance. You hated to think that you’d have to go home to finish yourself off but it looks like that’s exactly what you were going to have to do. Bakugou came up behind you and cleared his throat, causing you to jump in place.

“How was your first session?” he asked. You took a sip of your water to give it a bit of thought. Was this a fun experience? Oh, most definitely. Would you do it again? Probably. Did you cum? Hard no.

“It was good,” you lied. The experience was definitely new and refreshing but the sex was so mediocre that it was almost a little boring. But you couldn’t tell your trainer that. So you gave a sweet smile and picked up your bag. “I’ll see you at the next session!”

But the next session felt exactly the same as the first. You had a different partner this time. A big, scruffy dude with semi-long red hair that was pulled in a ponytail. He was just as built as Izuku, if not bigger. He had the cutest and sweetest personality. And just seeing him, you’d think this cute puppy would turn into a hungry wolf but you were wrong. As per usual.

Bakugou had made you kneel on this couch that he had provided. Kirishima was fucking you from behind but not hitting any of the right spots. His large hands were placed on your hips but they were glued there and he wasn’t touching you anywhere else.

Again, you faked your moans to mask the image of you not having a good time. Though, when you peeked behind you to get a look at your partner, he was in pure bliss. Eyes closed, mouth hung open, eyebrows furrowed in concentration, sweat trickling down his forehead. Damn, was it a sexy sight. At least he was having a fun time.

Every now and then, your mind would wander. It could be many things: you could think about what you were going to eat for dinner, or what your partner was like in bed with a lover, or if you forgot to turn the light off in your bathroom. Oh shit, what were you doing again? You opened one eye and Kirishima was focused solely on slamming his dick in your vagina. Sighing, you had to remind yourself that this was meant for exercise, not for pleasure. Although, it would be nice if you could feel nice too once in a while. Exercise was the prime reason you signed up but like… you thought it would be a win-win situation.

Your mind continued to wander for the rest of the session until you mind was set on a certain trainer you have the hots for. You could see his muscles through his tight fitted shirt, making him look even more buff than he already was. He looked so strong, you could only imagine what having sex with him was like.

You could imagine it now; face twisted in pleasure as he pounds into mercilessly, just like how you want it. You could feel that familiar butterfly feeling in the pit of your stomach just thinking about it. But then, you thought that he must be like all the other men; only chasing their own high instead of pleasuring their partner.

Session after session was exactly the same. You can pleasure that dick, but he can’t even find the clit. But honestly, you were okay with it because at least you could exercise while doing your favorite sport.

You were wiping yourself up after one session, drinking from a bottled water as your trainer, Bakugou, comes up behind you.

“How was the session?” Bakugou asked after your partner has just left the room. You took another sip of water before answering.

“Mhm, it was okay,” you tried your best to sound positive. You thought your conversation was going to end there, like it always has but something in Bakugou decided to investigate a little further.

“How do you really feel?” he questions you, stepping a little closer and observing your facial features for any lies. “I could tell that you weren’t enjoying it. Off day?” You put your water bottle away, thinking of how to respond to him. Did you really want to tell him how you were really feeling? You didn’t want to seem like a freak to him. Did you really want to tell him how you like to be choked, so much so that you feel like you can’t breath. Or that you want someone to just spank you until there’s bruises because you love the idea of being marked. Or that you want to feel stuffed to the brim but still beg for more?

“I just like it a little rough,” you explained. Bakugou nods his head and hums in understanding.

“I thought they were going pretty rough on you,” he thought. But you just groaned and rolled your eyes.

“I guess, but I want more!” you exclaim, letting out an exasperated sigh. “This is why I have such a hard time with my sex life because every guy is too busy chasing after their own high that they forget that I need to feel good too. Not every guy is into rough sex. I know that. But I just want someone to blow my back out for once! Like not holding back and just fuck me until I’m in tears… but one can only dream, right?” you chuckled at the end. You didn’t mean to go on a tangent but fuck it, why not? He’s your trainer anyway. He’s supposed to know everything about you if he wants to tend to your needs. Bakugou just looks at you in silence. You take that as a sign to continue.

“I mean, don’t get me wrong. This whole program is fun and I really love the idea but just once in a while, I want to have good sex, too,” you continued to open up to your trainer. You finally turned your head to get a look at his reaction to your rant and you saw those crimson getting closer and closer to you until you were right under him, looking up. Your heart skips a beat having him so close to you. You could smell his burnt vanilla caramel cologne, his scent filling all of your senses at once.

“Then would you like a private session?” he asks you in a whisper, his head tilted down at you. You were so mesmerized by him that you followed his every move.

“With who?” you asked.

“Me.” He responded in that sexy, raspy voice of his.

“When?”

“Now.” Bakugou pushes you against the cold mirror as a form of intimidation. Bakugou knows that he shouldn’t be doing this. Taking advantage of your weakness, suggesting private sessions when he’s strictly not allowed to, especially not on company’s time. It was wrong. But he’s had his eyes on you since the moment you walked in the gym for the very first time. And when you said what you said earlier, it was practically fate that you became one of his students.

The cold mirror touching your back sent you into shock, but the warmness of his body touching your chest made up for it all. He tilts your chin up so you could look in his half closed eyes full of lust. And then you couldn’t take it anymore.

You grabbed him by the neck and pulled him in for a hungry kiss. Your lips smashed together, causing your teeth to crash but you didn’t care. And neither did Bakugou because he was just as hungry as you, kissing you with the same amount of passion.

He wraps his arm your waist, pulling you closer to him, if that was even possible at this point. With one swift handful of ass, he lifts you off your feet so that your legs were wrapped around his waist. The moment you became stable, Bakugou gives your ass a smack, making you jolt up.

“Mhm!” you made a surprised noise through the kiss but didn’t stop kissing him. God, you didn’t want to stop. When you came back down, you could feel his erection resting right on top of your clit. He carries you to one of the equipment stored in the room, a couch, while you grind on him, hopping to get more friction to stimulate your needs.

As soon as your back hit the couch, clothes were already being stripped off of you. There goes your shirt, then your sports bra. Finally, your pants. Last but not least, your lace panties that were already wet from your previous session are now even more soaked from his teasing. Wasting no time in discarding your panties, he pulls your waist I so that you’re laying flat on your back, your pussy right in his face I all of its glory.

“Fuck, you’re already so wet for me. I haven’t even done anything yet,” he says. You could feel his beath tickling your wet folds. He was so close yet so far. Just having his breath on you made your pussy clench over nothing. Bakugou puts his nose right on your clit, taking a good whiff of your after workout sex. God, it was intoxicating and he couldn’t wait to dig right in.

“Thank you for the food,” he says before completely devouring you. He took no time in exploring every fold, every inch of your pussy, eating you out like there was no tomorrow. He was rough around your entrance but soft and gentle around your clit. It was like light feather licks, barely touching you but sending you into sensory overload. When he got closer to your entrance, that’s when he started to get rough. Slurping and devouring your wetness, getting every last drop and leaving no leftovers.

Bakugou grabbed hold of your thighs, squeezing them and pulling your body even closer to his face so he could tongue fuck you. His tongue enters you, pushing its way through to get a better taste of your sweet cunt. At the same time, your mouth is hung open in pleasure, moans spilling out of your mouth and you couldn’t stop. Bakugou took this opportunity to stick three fingers in your mouth.

“Noisy bitch. Suck,” he commanded. And so you sucked on his fingers, like a little girl eating her lollipop. He only had three fingers in your mouth, but they were so thick that you couldn’t possibly put any more in. Yet you still covered his fingers in your thick saliva, making sure each finger was coated and wet enough so he could fuck you.

You looked up at him, purposefully making a sultry face, with your big, innocent eyes. You wanted to give him a small show, making sure that he was watching every move that you made. Your tongue found its way in between each finger, licking up and down, sucking each individual finger, and letting go with a loud ‘pop’. You got disappointed when Bakugou removed his hands from you mouth. But was pleasantly surprised when he stuck all three fingers in your throbbing cunt without warning. It’s not like you needed the prepping anyway when you were already soaking wet. Your back arched and chills ran down your spine. You didn’t know how this was possible, but the moment he entered his fingers, it was pure bliss. You already felt like you wanted to cum because he just managed to hit that magical spot in one go. You couldn’t even imagine what it would feel like when he fucks you with his fat cock.

“God, you’re so fucking tight. I can feel you clenching around me,” Bakugou watched as he slides his fingers in and out of your slick folds. He gives you a minute to adjust before picking up the pace. Every thrust of his hand, he keeps getting deeper and is always right the perfect damn spot. It was driving you mad. He hasn’t even fucked you yet and you were already a moaning mess. You couldn’t even form any words, you were such in a trance. It wasn’t before long until you had that familiar feeling in the pit of your stomach. The feeling gradually and rapidly escalated. Bakugou could feel it too: the way your walls clenched around his fingers a little too tight, he knew you were going to cum anytime soon.

“Bakugou~” you whined, holding onto his forearms for dear life. You needed to prepare yourself for this one.

“Gonna cum, princess?” Bakugou teased. You couldn’t answer him. More like you weren’t able to hear his question because you were so focused on this intense feeling that was going to explode any minute. Bakugou took his free hand and pushed your legs up so that they were pressed against your chest. He, then, leaned on them so weren’t able to move or squirm out of his grasp. And he went even faster, the sound of your juices was sinful.

“AH!” you screamed, letting your orgasm take over and wash over you. You thought he would stop once you had your first orgasm but he wasn’t stopping. He continued his fast pace. You wanted to make him stop, the overstimulation was getting too much for you. You tried moving your legs but Bakugou’s grip on you was nailed down. You weren’t going anywhere. You just had to take it but it still felt so good. The moment you felt like it was all too much to handle, Bakugou took his fingers out. And they were covered in a thick, white consistency. If he spread his fingers out, your cum would string along each finger. Bakugou didn’t hesitate to lick it all off with one swipe of his tongue.

“On all fours,” he demanded, standing up while pumping his cock for you. You didn’t have to be asked twice. Despite the numb feeling in between your legs, you enthusiastically got on your hands and knees, ready to be penetrated by your trainer. Bakugou gave your ass a small smack before lining his cock in front of your entrance. That small smack was enough for you to have hearts in your eyes. You let out a small mewl of delight and Bakugou smirked.

“Yeah? You like it when I smack your ass?” Bakugou asked.

“I love when you smack my ass. Please spank me again,” you begged. Bakugou took his hand and gave you cheek another blow, this time harder than the last. Bakugou made sure to look for any change in your expression, careful not to hurt you. But you wanted more. You wanted him to hit your harder.

“Spank me harder, sir,” you pleaded, moving lower so that your ass was hanging in the air. You wiggled your butt, wanting more from the strong blonde. He smirks even bigger, almost animalistic like.

“That’s a good girl,” his voice became raspy and wasted no time in giving you a nice, hard smack to your right cheek. You cried out in a pleasurable pain. You smiled into your moans, drool starting to come out from the sides of your mouth. The sound of his hand making contact to your bare cheek was so loud that it could be heard from outside the closed room. Bakugou spanked you until your cheek was red and raw from his large hands. This. This was what you wanted. This is what you’ve been wanting for so long and you were finally going to get it.

Oh sweetie, the main course hasn’t even started yet. How could you feel this good when he hasn’t even fucked you yet? You could feel the tip of his dick teasing your entrance. You wanted to lean into him yourself, not wanting to wait any longer, but Bakugou had a strong hold on your hips. He gave his cock a few more pumps before slowly sliding his cock inside your ready, wet pussy.

You both moaned in sync at the feeling: his fat cock throbbing inside you and your tight pussy clenching around his cock. Bakugou started thrusting at a good pace. But just like how his fingers felt, he was hitting that sweet spot of yours perfectly. Every thrust was making you see stars.

“Mhm~ Bakugou, faster!” you whined in between moans. Bakugou grabs a fistful of hair before pulling you up so that your back was arched.

“Needy, aren’t we? And what if I say no?” Bakugou asked in your ear. You just whimpered, reaching behind you to grasp his waist and force him to go faster as you try to back into him at the same time. Bakugou didn’t like this too much. He let go out your hair and went straight to your neck, cutting off your air momentarily.

“Did I say you could do that?” he questioned through gritted teeth. You quickly shook your head.

“No, sir,” you barely managed to say due to your lack of oxygen. He gave you another squeeze before a few smacks to the cheek.

“There we go. Now let’s try that again. What if I say no?” he asks again. You bit your lip trying to come up with an answer. But it was hard to think with a hand was at your throat.

“Please! God, I want you so bad. I want you to fuck me, please!” you practically screamed.

“Good girl,” he said and let go of your neck. You gasped for air, coughing in the process but Bakugou didn’t allow you to fully recover. He pounded into you with no mercy. You couldn’t stop your ahego expression from happening, your tongue hung out and your eyes crossed.

He stopped pounding into you to slowly slide his cock fully out of you before slamming into you again. It felt heavenly but a naughty thought came to your mind. You were probably going to get punished for it later, but you were feeling rebellious in the moment. When he slide his cock out, before he could enter you again, you got up and pushed him on the couch. Midair, Bakugou sensed what you were doing. So instead of being victorious and pining him down, he flipped you so that you were pined against the couch, your hands pined above your head.

“What do you think you’re doing?” he gets close to you. You giggle and look away playfully.

“Not playing by the rules,” you laughed. Bakugou couldn’t help but break a smile as well.

“Naughty, naughty. I’ll show you who’s the dominant one,” he said and smashed his cock back inside you, not giving you time to breath or adjust to him in this new position.

You could feel another wave coming and it was fast approaching. Bakugou was being even more vocal now, huffing and groaning into your neck. His hips rutted into you sloppier each second and more frantic. He was getting close too.

You whined loudly, not being able to hold onto anything as your orgasm hit you like a tsunami so you arched your back and fumbled with your legs. The clenching of your walls caused Bakugou to reach his limit. He pulled out, spraying his cum all over your stomach and chest. His hot cum felt sticky on your skin. Despite being covered in his specimen, Bakugou pulled you close to his sweaty body, your foreheads resting together while you both catch your breath.

You entered the gym with a smile and a skip to your walk. You got a little surprised when you saw that your trainer and new partner were inside the room before you. Puffing out a cheek in disappointment, you scold yourself for not leaving earlier. You were always early to get a good stretch in. But as soon as you saw your handsome trainer, a smile came back to your face.

You rushed to his side, jumping into his arms and giving him a kiss on the lips.

“Hi, baby!” you greeted him. He smiles back at you.

“Ready for your session?” he asks and you just give him a lovey dovey smile and a nod.

“Ah, this is one of my good friends. He’ll be your partner for today,” Bakugou sets you down to introduce you to yet another partner. The two toned hair guy gives you a shy wave.

“Todoroki. You can call me Shouto,” he introduces himself. Aw, he seems really sweet. Shy, but hopefully he’s not like that in bed. Todoroki leads to you the mat on the floor to get your session started. You glanced back at your trainer and give him a wink. He shakes his head at you but you didn’t miss that smile he was trying to hide. Because you know that he was going to make up for this session later tonight.