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A Taste of Strength

Pro Hero!Katsuki Bakugo x Fem!Pro Hero!reader

Warnings: Straight up smut. 18+ ONLY!!! Sorta mutual pining, slight voyeurism, oral sex (both male/fem), vaginal fingering, a little body worship, I guess? Muscle kink, unprotected sex, light choking, hair pulling

Summary: You ask Bakugo to help you develop your workout routine. Surprisingly enough, he actually has a flirtatious side to him. And he doesn’t seem to be bothered in the slightest by your threats.

Inspiration: Teeth by 5 Seconds of Summer, Beast by Mia Martina, You've Seen the Butcher by Deftones (aka snippets of my workout playlist lol)

Word Count: 7k, damn. Got a little carried away here

A/N: This is my submission for @butterscotchbaku‘s 1k “New Year, New Kink” event! Congrats again, baby. You deserve all the love and kisses. Let's gooooooo. Unintentionally added some good workout advice to this lmao. Might need more editing, I’ll check tomorrow.

Your pencil wiggled back and forth between your fingers as you leaned one elbow against the long conference table, your swivel chair turned to face your boss, who stood at one end of the table with a PowerPoint. You listened to Mirko drone on about recent villain appearances, the importance of avoiding property damage, and some other subjects that you had long tuned out. The lack of new information had you bored, listening to the same spiel you got at the end of every day, and instead you found your mind wandering.

Your position in the chair behind his allowed you a perfect view of Katsuki Bakugo's toned shoulders and flexed bicep, your eyes tracing the muscle down to where his elbow rested against the table and following his forearm to where his fingers absent-mindedly played with his bottom lip, squeezing and pulling. It seemed to be a habit of his, demonstrating that he had also lost interest, while still quietly listening to what Mirko had to say.

Your eyes glued to his lips as you watched his movements. They seemed so soft and plush, and you could just imagine them against yours, and pressing into your skin, travelling down your stomach, until-

"Rumble." At the sound of your hero name, your attention snapped back to Mirko briefly, the pencil flung from your hand in surprise. Then your eyes went wide as you saw it lightly smack against Bakugo's cheek before falling to the floor. He turned to growl at you, eyebrows drawn down into a scowl, but was quickly stopped by a quick "Can it, Dynamight," from your boss.

You looked back to your Mirko and blushed at her knowing gaze. She chose not to call you out on your mental remoteness. "You two have been patrolling together for almost a month now," she gestured between you and Bakugo. "Anything the team should know?"

You shook your head and Bakugo crossed his arms in irritation as you said, "Our sector's been pretty empty. Just a few petty robbers here and there, but nothing noteworthy."

Mirko nodded and moved on to the next team's reports. Most were much the same as yours, with a few reporting some suspicious activities that had been passed on to the police force. You continued to watch Bakugo as the meeting went on, secretly pining and plotting ways to get him to spend time with you outside of your job. Your eyes glanced between his biceps and yours and an idea sparks in your mind as the meeting ended and people began to file out until it was just you and Bakugo left in the room, both of you gathering your equally detailed notes.

"Hey, Bakugo?" He grunted and cut his eyes to yours, and you took it as a signal to continue. "Could I ask you a favor?"

"Depends. What do you want?" He eyes you warily, obviously curious as to what you could possibly want from him.

"Would you, um, help me with my workouts? I've been trying to get into more weight training, but…" Your hand came up to scratch behind your neck nervously. "I don't really know what I'm doing when it comes to that stuff, and I know you work out a lot, so if you'd be willing, I would love some pointers." You raised your gaze back up to meet his crimson gaze.

He shrugged and went back to gathering his things. "Sure, whatever, I guess."

You grinned and slung your bag over your shoulder. "Awesome, I'll text you to plan." He grunted again in response, and your grin stayed plastered on your face for the whole walk to your car.

***

A few days later, you and Bakugo had a day off and had agreed to meet at the agency's gym. You wore a black cropped tank top over your favorite sports bra and short shorts, showing off your body as you walked into the state of the art facility that Mirko had designed herself. You carried your duffel bag to the locker room and deposited it into a locker before heading back out into the gym, assuming you'd find Bakugo near the weightlifting equipment.

It was easy to spot the spiky blonde standing beside a rack full of different free weights, since the gym wasn't very crowded anyway. He looked scrumptious in a black compression tank that showed off the muscles in his chest and abdomen and dark grey shorts that stopped just above his knees, giving you a peak at his well-defined thighs. You had to resist the urge to lick your lips as his head lifted and he noticed you walking toward him.

You smirked as you watched his eyes widen in surprise, then rake over your exposed skin. Unlike most female heroes, your hero costume was actually quite modest, consisting of black cargo pants and a tight-fitting v-neck muscle tank, along with your support items. It gave you plenty of mobility, an important necessity for your quirk, which allowed you to manipulate any materials derived from earth. You were often compared to the earthbenders from Avatar: The Last Airbender, and you would be lying if you said you hadn't stolen some of your moves from Toph.

Since your costume kept you so well covered, you realized that this was the first time that Bakugo had ever seen so much of your body, and you could almost swear you saw the tips of his ears flush pink as he turned away from you with a huff.

"What do you want to start with?" He asked gruffly, opting to face the weight rack instead of facing you.

"I was thinking I'd like to focus on my arms and shoulders, since that's where most of my focus is when I'm using my quirk." You began to stretch your arms and shoulders as you listened for his response, your music still thumping quietly in one ear.

"That's fine for today, but your legs are vital too, since they provide the base for your movements. Most of your moves force you to lunge and squat, and sometimes hold those positions, so your leg strength is just as important." He lifted a set of 50 pound dumbbells off the rack and set them aside, presumably for himself, then looked up to meet your wide eyes.

"You really pay that much attention to my moves?" You continued to stretch, but your face showed very clear surprise, and this time you were certain that you saw a blush painted on his cheeks as he turned away from you once more.

"Yeah, well, you're my partner, so…" he trailed off and your eyebrows creased in confusion as he picked up a pair of 70 pound dumbbells and set them beside the 50s.

"Okay, I hope those are both for you." You gestured to the two pairs of dumbbells now sitting on the bench and he shook his head.

"Nope, you're taking the 50s. We're starting with shrugs. I'll show you." He easily lifts the 50 pound weights and hands them off to you, checking to make sure that you have a good grip on them before shifting to your side to teach you the exercise.

"I've done shrugs before, I know how to work my traps." You rolled your eyes, prepared for mansplaining.

"I'm sure, I just want to make sure that you're doing them correctly, so that you don't hurt yourself." He was surprisingly polite and delightfully physical as he explained how to position your head and neck to avoid strain on your spine. He moved behind you and gripped your biceps as he explained the movement, going over how you should lift your shoulders slowly, squeeze your traps at the top, and then slowly release back to your starting position, bending your arms slightly to counteract your shoulders' forward motion and avoiding rolling your shoulders on the release.

Your heartbeat quickened as he touched you with calloused hands, and you found it difficult to pay attention to what he was saying, but it seemed that he was satisfied with your performance when he stepped back around your body to face you once more.

"Got it?" He asked. "Those weights should be just right for you for this, but do you feel any strain in your shoulders?"

You shook your head. "No, I'm just used to working with low weight, high reps."

"Low weight, high reps is good for muscular endurance, but high weight, low reps is good for muscular strength. We're focusing on the latter for now." You were shocked at how patient he was being and how he explained things to you so calmly, completely contrary to the Bakugo that you were used to.

"Thanks again for helping me out. I really appreciate it."

He grunted and his usual scowl returned to his face. "It's nothing."

***

You had been meeting with Bakugo for weight training fairly regularly for a few weeks now, alternating between muscle groups to avoid being too sore on the job and making sure to cover different strength and endurance exercises to optimize your workouts.

Today, you were finishing up your workout with a set of bench presses, sweat dripping down your forehead as your arms bent, then straightened, your movements growing a little sluggish with exertion. You were glad to have Bakugo standing over you, hands outstretched and ready to catch the bar if your muscles failed you.

"One more, c'mon. Don't be weak." You scoffed as you pressed out one more rep, then sighed in relief as he helped you guide the bar into the pegs it rested on, taking a few deep breaths as you laid on the bench before you sat up.

"Weak, my ass. This is the most I've lifted since we started." You grinned to yourself at the accomplishment and stood, coming face to face with a smirking Bakugo.

"I know that ass isn't weak, we've worked glutes too." You squeaked when his hand tapped your asscheek lightly as he passed you, grabbing more weights to add to the bar. "Don't insult my personal training, I'm the best trainer around."

You rolled your eyes and scoffed at his ever-present arrogance, thinking that you shouldn't be surprised at how cocky and bold he'd been in the few weeks that the two of you had been working out together, surprising you with a flirtatious side that you hadn't expected him to have. He had slowly slipped from gruff and standoffish to flirty and bold.

"Whatever, just lay down and finish this set so I can shower, then go home and take a bubble bath." You took up the position he had been in earlier, your legs spread and ready to squat, knowing that it would take you more effort to catch the weight that he was lifting.

This time it was his turn to scoff. "I don't take orders from you, princess." But he hefted the weight bar anyway, and you followed it with a squat as you spotted him, legs straightening when he pressed up.

"You know, I really don't mind this view." Your eyes darted down to his face, eyebrows narrowing as you glared at him, finding him blatantly staring at your chest as you squatted down again, following the bar.

"Don't be crass, Katsuki." You chided, and he snickered.

"I told you, I don't take orders from you." His statement made you roll your eyes, but you said nothing in return. "Anyway, you're lucky you get to shower. Men's showers aren't working right now. Someone punched a hole in the wall and busted one of the pipes or something."

He easily continued his reps while carrying on a conversation with you and you found yourself frustrated that he didn't seem to be working as hard as you were. You chose to channel your irritation into teasing him, and grinned sadistically at the prospect.

"Are you sure you aren't the one that punched through the wall?" He scoffed at your question, but didn't seem to have anything to say about it. "Well, that's good to know. I'll be able to take a nice, hot, steamy shower after this, and you're stuck in your sweat until you get home. Sucks to suck."

He grunted at you as he finished his last rep, and your hands grabbed the bar to help him guide it back onto its pegs. He sat up and swing his left leg over the bench so that he was sitting sideways on the firm cushions, and turned his head to look at you. The smirk on his face let you know to be prepared to roll your eyes.

"You could always let me join you. There's no one else here but us." His hand stretched out in a sweeping gesture, and your eyes glanced around the gym to see that the two of you were, indeed, the only ones left in the gym. Not necessarily a surprising fact, considering that it was nearing 9 pm. You rolled your eyes anyway.

"In your dreams, blasty boi." You muttered.

He held his smirk as you moved to one side of the bar as he took up the other, the two of you removing the weighted plates and returning them to the storage racks. As he walked over to the wall to grab a wipe for the bench, you turned toward the women's locker room and brought your hand up in a wave.

"G'night, Bakugo." Then you turned to look at him over your shoulder, with hooded eyes and a mocking flirt in your tone. "Join me in the showers if you want a swift kick in the balls."

You heard him snickering behind you as he wiped off the bench, and you shook your arms out and did some light stretches as you made your way to the locker rooms.

Once you stepped inside the locker room, you sighed, and smacked your palm to your forehead in frustration. Dammit, y/n, if only you could be bold enough to actually invite him to shower with you. The two of you have been flirting for weeks now, clearly you both want it. Why didn't you take that opportunity?

You puffed out your cheeks in an exhale as you brought your hand down and moved to the locker you had stuffed your bag into, grabbing your soap and a towel, then making your way to one of the shower stalls. You didn't bother to close the door behind you as you turned the water on and hummed, waiting for it to warm up before you stepped underneath the stream.

~Bakugo’s POV~

Bakugo watched you walk away as he continued to wipe down the bench, eyes focused on the way your ass filled out your shorts, and watching your calves flex with each step you took. He dropped the wipe he had been using in a trash can as he made his way toward the men's locker room, which was on the same wall as the women's, just a bit further down.

He contemplated as he went. Was that an invitation? I mean, sure, she said it came with a price, but she didn't seem to be opposed to the idea or anything. After all the flirting she's been sending my way? This thought brought another of his trademark smirks to his lips. Tch, who am I kidding. Of course she'd want to be with me! I'm the best! And so is she.

Bakugo's pace picked up as he made his decision, quickly grabbing his bag from the locker he had left it in, then making his way into the women's locker room, glancing around the gym once more as he passed through, to make sure that there was no one else around.

Bakugo looked around as he stepped inside the women’s locker room. He didn’t see you, but he saw your gym bag sprawled across one of the benches, and heard a shower running around the corner. He smirked to himself as he set his bag down beside yours on the bench and kicked his shoes and socks off, then stepped around the corner.

His eyes widened as he took in the sight of you standing naked beneath the stream of water, fingertips massaging shampoo into your hair as you hummed a tune he didn’t recognize, swaying your hips lightly in what was probably a subconscious move, but tantalized him nonetheless. He took a seat on the bench across from the shower and watched you as you turned to face the showerhead, and his eyes snapped downward, focusing on the curve of your ass and reveling in the fact that he had helped to develop those delicious glutes. A tent was just beginning to form in his shorts when you turned back around, opening your eyes and bending to reach for a bottle on the floor.

Your eyes snapped to his and you froze, staring at him.

~Your POV~

Your hands scrubbed shampoo into a lather in your hair as you continued to hum, eyes closed and hips swaying along to the beat in your head. The water had warmed up to a heat that was just barely comfortable, steaming around you and relaxing your thoroughly worked muscles. When you turned to rinse the shampoo from your hair, you let your mind wander as the steam wrapped around you like a blanket, imagining Bakugo's hands over your hips as you danced along to the song that had been stuck in your head all day.

Once you had washed away all of the shampoo, you turned back toward the opening of the stall to reach for your conditioner, but froze when your eyes landed on Bakugo, sitting on a bench across from your shower, fully clothed with his arms crossed and that damned smirk on his face. You stayed frozen, hand outstretched for the forgotten bottle, for what could have been seconds or hours, you really weren't sure, before Bakugo finally spoke up.

"Well, I believe you owe me a swift kick in the balls." You watched him kick off his tennis shoes and toe off his socks before he stood and stalked toward you. "Or were you just trying to hide the fact that you actually wanted me to join you?" He stopped a few feet from the stall, and you sucked in a breath as you regained your composure and narrowed your eyes in a glare.

"No. Get the fuck out." You crossed your arms over your chest and cocked a hip to one side, standing firmly and trying to project confidence, though your thighs squeezed together at the thought of the fantasies you had just been daydreaming about coming true. "How long have you been there anyways?"

"Just long enough to enjoy the show. No to the kick to the balls or no you don't want me to join you?" He pulled off his shirt and tossed it to the side, revealing his perfectly toned chest and abs, glistening with sweat from your workout. You were forced to swallow as your eyes raked over his exposed torso, and you struggled to retain your resolve not to fuck him right here on the shower floor.

"Um…" was all that you managed to get out, eyes glued to the way his chest rose and fall with each even breath.

He propped one hand against the edge of the shower stall, leaning against it as he looked into your eyes.

"Tell me you want me to go, and I'll go." Then he reached out to grip your chin in his thumb and forefinger. "But tell me to stay and I'll fuck you so hard, you'll need that bubble bath when you get home."

You whimpered as he finished the statement, feeling the last of your resolve melt away.

"Well?" He asked, leaning his face in closer to yours. "What'll it be?"

"S-stay." You whispered, not nearly loud enough to be heard over the running water.

"Hmm? What was that, dumbass?" He teased, fingers tracing along your jaw.

"Stay, please." You managed to blurt it out at an audible volume this time, and he groaned in response, stepping in close to you with one hand gripping your hip and the other moving to tangle in the hair at the nape of your neck as his lips crashed against yours.

You moaned into his mouth and brought your arms up to wrap around his neck. He took the opportunity to tangle his tongue with yours, claiming your mouth in a burning, desperate kiss.

His hands come up to squeeze your ass, then he pulls back, standing just outside the stream of water from the showerhead. He presses one hand to your shoulder, forcing you to step back until your back is against the stall. He stares into your eyes as he tears off his shorts and boxers, tossing them aside and giving you only a moment to widen your eyes at his hard cock before his mouth is on yours once more.

“Jump.” He commands and you don’t hesitate, hopping up to wrap your legs around his waist. He groaned as the muscles in your thighs flexed against his skin, your now-dripping cunt pressed against his abs.

Now that he stood fully naked, you tightened your arms around his neck and pressed your lips against his once more, your tongues fighting for dominance. You retained the death grip that your thighs held on his waist when he stepped away from the shower wall, your back becoming cold for just a moment before he stepped through the water and placed you against a new wall. This time it was the tile wall that the showerhead rested in, allowing the steaming water to pour over his back and your legs as you continued to make out.

He pulled back when he felt you smile against his lips and stared at your upturned lips as he asked, "What's so funny?"

Your smile widened and you fought back a giggle.

"I'm not laughing, Katsuki. I'm happy."

His nose scrunched up in an adorably irritated way. "Why are you smiling like that?"

You rolled your eyes at him. “Just kiss me, dumbass.”

He growled and you gasped as his hands slid from your ass to your thighs. “Stand up.”

You let your legs drop from his waist one at a time, until your feet were planted firmly on the ground and you felt his hands slide up to grip your waist. Your lips were captured in another searing kiss, then Bakugo’s teeth bit lightly into your bottom lip, tugging gently as he pulled away and then released it. He tilted his head to the side and leaned into your neck, licking a stripe along your jugular before nipping at the sensitive spot just below your ear. You moaned and tilted your head back against the wall, squeezing your eyes shut as Bakugo continued to kiss his way downward. He planted kisses on your breasts and ghosted his breath over your nipples, moving further down your body to kiss your ribs and your stomach. His lips moved to your hips and then he was kneeling on the tiled floor and pressing his nose to your mound as his tongue darted out to press against your clit.

You gasped aloud, hips rising to meet his face as his tongue lapped at your folds. Your hands came up to thread through his soaked blonde locks, gripping tightly to ground yourself. You felt more than heard him groan at your actions as he continued his ministrations.

~Bakugo’s POV~

Bakugo groaned as your strong fingers pulled on his hair, and his fingers moved to wander across your thighs, digging into the hard muscle there. His lips traveled down the inside of one of your thighs, kissing and sucking on the muscles he found there. He groaned against your thigh.

“I love these legs. The muscles that we worked so hard for.” He nipped playfully at the skin just inside your knee, and your thigh flexed at the action.

“Hey, the muscles that I worked so hard for. All you did was yell at me.” You pouted adorably down at him.

He chuckled and leaned into your other thigh, again alternating between kissing, sucking, and biting. Your thighs flexed with each movement, and it made him sigh against you, reveling in the hard muscle that he had helped cultivate. He loved the feel of your thighs, loved knowing that you may be the only woman that could almost match him physically, and that he had helped get you to that level.

One of his hands moved down to squeeze at your well-defined calf, fingertips digging into the flesh slightly before he tugged it gently, pulling one of your legs over his shoulder as his mouth began to travel back up your thighs, right where you wanted him. His breath made you shudder, just before his lips wrapped around your clit and sucked.

You moaned loudly, and the sound was like music to his ears. Bakugo’s tongue darted out and laved over your cunt, prodding gently at your entrance before his fingers reached up to take its place. His index finger slid over your folds, gathering the wetness there before pressing into you slowly, earning another moan from you as his finger slipped into your tight heat. You groaned when he wiggled his finger inside of you teasingly, and he smirked against you.

His free hand roamed up your thigh to clutch your ass, squeezing the muscles there and causing him to release a groan as he appreciated the firm curve of each cheek.

“Love feeling these muscles flexing when I touch you. Keep doing that.” He growled against your skin, which made you shudder.

~Your POV~

“Don’t give me ord-” you tried to snap back at him, but your words were cut off abruptly when he pushed another finger inside of you, now thrusting lightly and scissoring them apart as he went.

“Don’t try and start a fight you can’t finish, dumbass.” He snarked and smiled against you, squeezing your ass again as his tongue now focused fully on you, his mouth and hands working together perfectly to push you toward the edge until you felt a coil begin to tighten in your stomach.

“Fuck, Katsuki. I’m close.” You breathed out, fingers grasping his hair in a grip that you were sure must hurt, but he didn’t complain.

“Let go, babe. I want to feel your muscles flex and clench as you come undone around me.”

His words pushed you over the edge and the coil snapped in your stomach, forcing you to release a loud moan that turned into a whine as you rode out your high, grinding your hips on his fingers and tongue. He continued to focus his attention on your cunt as your muscles flexed and clenched around him. The leg over his shoulder pulled him closer, bending at the knee with your calf flush against his back. He groaned against you before pulling back to look up at you.

“Keep that up and I won’t want to come up from here.” His hand came up to the knee on his shoulder to clarify what he meant.

You looked down at him and raised an eyebrow as you panted and attempted to get your body under your own control. “Who said I wanted you to come up from there?”

You sighed and released your hold on his hair, then pulled your leg slowly off of his shoulder, your knees a bit wobbly after the orgasm he’d just given you. You noticed his eyes fixated on your legs as you stepped around him to stand under the steaming water, giving yourself a chance to take a breather and process that your coworker had just eaten you out. You decided not to overthink it for a moment and turned back to face him. He stood and looked down at you with a smirk.

“So good you need a breather?” He teased.

“Cocky bastard.” You scoffed at him and playfully punched him in the stomach, accidentally hitting him a little harder than you intended and eliciting a grunt from him.

He grabs the fist that hit him and yanks you closer. “Trying to get feisty now, huh?”

You watch his gaze travel further up your arms, fingers tracing ever so lightly over your forearms before reaching up to grasp your biceps, squeezing them slightly and using his thumbs to draw small circles on the insides of your arms.

You cock an eyebrow at him, surprised at the sweet action. “Going soft on me, are you?”

“Shut up and let me look at you.” He growled between clenched teeth, openly admiring the muscle in your arms and leaning down to nuzzle against your shoulders before biting down on your trap. You groaned and let your head fall back, further exposing your neck to him. He continued to cover your neck and shoulders in kisses and love bites as his hands travelled downward to grab at your ass, kneading the muscle there and groaning against your neck.

“Your body is so perfect for me, baby. All the curves in all the right places. Do you have any idea what a fucking tease its been working out with you these past few weeks? Watching all that muscles work and flex. Hard to spot you when all I can focus on is how those muscles would feel beneath my fingers, or wrapped around me. This is all my favorite fantasies come true.” He released his grip on your ass, leaving a light slap before gripping you by the waist. “And I haven’t even gotten to explore all of them yet.”

You blushed, his praises making you unexpectedly bashful, but pushed through the embarrassment. “Look in the damn mirror, Katsuki. You think it hasn’t been just as torturous for me? Fuck. I didn’t just ask for your help because I needed workout advice. It’s definitely been a treat to watch you work.” Your ran your fingers lightly over his biceps. “And I’d be lying if I said I didn’t like all the extra touching when you’re teaching me new exercises. Doesn’t quite compare to this, though.”

You used your grip on his biceps to push him back against the wall, so that the two of you were once again standing just outside the stream of steaming water. Your hands moved to graze over his chest and you kept your eyes locked on his with a sultry gaze as your fingertips brushed over his pecs, flicking lightly over his nipples and watching the grimace form on his face. His eyes burned into yours like fire, reminding you of his explosions.

You let your fingers continue their journey south, teasing each of his abs and tracing over the delicious lines on his hips before reaching down to grab his thick cock firmly in one hand. You pumped it a few times and he growled low, a hand coming up to snake around your neck just tight enough for him to pull you into another searing kiss. Your hand twisted and continued to pump over his cock, thumb swiping over the tip to collect the precum gathered there.

His mouth was blazing on yours, using his tongue and teeth in an aggressive fight for dominance. He tugged your bottom lip between his teeth and pulled lightly, releasing it when he pulled away entirely to look into your eyes. His grip tightened on your neck just a little bit, fingers squeezing on the sides, and your hand stuttered on his cock in surprise.

His dark garnet eyes bored into yours and you could swear that you saw sparks hidden there as he glanced over your face, probably looking for any signs of discomfort. “This okay?” His voice came out dark and gravelly.

You nodded slightly, letting out a quiet, “Mhmm,” as your hand resumed its movement, flicking your wrist as you pumped his cock.

“Good.” He grumbled, the hand on your neck pushing you backwards a bit before lowering, forcing you to kneel on the tile beneath him, now face to face with the cock that you had spent hours of sweaty workouts fantasizing over.

The hand wrapped around his length moved down to the base, making room for your mouth as you leaned down to wrap your lips around the tip, tongue darting out to stroke over the slit. You moaned at the taste of his pre on your tongue, the salty flavor egging you on as you took your time adjusting to the feeling of his cock in your mouth. It was difficult to get used to the thickness at first, but you were making headway and starting to push down further when suddenly, Bakugo’s hand tangled in your hair and forced your head further. Your throat contracted around him as you gagged and he moaned loudly, the sound bouncing off the tiled walls.

When his hand relaxed, you pulled back, coughing and taking a moment to catch your breath, glaring up at him as you did.

He smirked down at you. “What? is my fat cock too much for you to handle?”

You scoffed. “Hardly.”

To prove your point, you let your tongue loll out and wrapped your lips around him once more, bobbing your head down low and using your hand to stroke what you couldn't take into your mouth. Tears pricked at the corners of your eyes as you moved slowly, using your tongue to stroke against every prominent vein and flick over the tip when you came up.

Bakugo watched you with clouded eyes, grunting and groaning at your attention. His fingers clenched and flexed, massaging your scalp and encouraging you to keep going.

His hips began to move with you, fucking into your mouth, and you struggled to keep up with him, taking in as much as you could while using your tongue to stroke the underside of his cock. Tears streamed down your face and your throat began to burn with the struggle of keeping up with him, but you were definitely not going to complain. Not with his thighs flexing under the deathgrip your fingers had on them. Not when his moans were echoing throughout the locker room.

Suddenly, his grip tightened on your hair, and he pulled you off his cock with a wet pop, and continued pulling until you had to clamber to your feet, glaring into his eyes when you finally stood face to face with him.

“If my head is sore tomorrow because of you, I swear the first thing I’ll do when I wake up in the morning is punch you in the balls.” You growled at him, frustrated that he couldn’t just tell you to stand up, but turned on by the rough treatment nonetheless.

“Mm, sure. You’ve been all bark and no bite lately.” He smirked at you, likely recalling your threat from earlier that you had failed to follow through on.

Your eyes narrowed and you felt a sudden urge to follow through with your threat, your knee swinging up toward his crotch. He saw it coming though, and used his grip on your hair to spin you around and pull your back flush against his chest before you could do any damage.

His other hand came up to wrap around your throat, resuming its tight grip and making you a little bit dizzy. He pulled your head to the side with his grip on your hair and leaned down until his lips brushed against your ear as he snarled. “If you want to fight, we can fight, but I will win.” he blew lightly on your ear and ground his hips into yours, pressing his erection up between your asscheeks. “Can’t we just get along for now? I’ll take good care of you, I promise.” He trilled teasingly.

You growled at him, but didn’t resist, let him hold you in place.

“Good girl.” His grip on your throat and in your hair loosened, and he turned you around to face him, claiming your lips once more as his hands reached down to grip the backs of your thighs. Taking his cue, you jumped up and wrapped your legs around his waist and your arms around his neck. He held tight to your thighs as he turned and pressed your back against the wall and latched his teeth onto your neck.

You relaxed back into the wall with a moan, but kept your thighs wrapped tightly around his waist, to keep from falling as you felt him align himself with your entrance.

“Hold on, babe, I’m not gonna take this slow.” His mouth attached to yours once more, muffling your moans as he pushed inside of you. You gasped against his lips, feeling a slight burn in your muscles as the tip pushed into your entrance. True to his word, he didn’t start off slow, instead simply thrusting his hips forward until he was fully sheathed inside of you. Your moans were lost in Bakugo’s lips as he kissed you, giving you a few seconds to adjust before he started thrusting in earnest, forcing you to wrap your arms tighter around his neck and clench your thighs tighter around him as he pounded you into the wall.

The two of you got lost in each other’s mouths as you chased your own highs, your hips doing their best to meet his thrusts as he continued at a bruising pace, keeping the tight grip on your thighs that was sure to bruise.

When he adjusted his position to thrust against a particular spot inside of you, you had to pull away from his mouth with a gasp, squeaking out a breathy, “Th- there!”

He chuckled and leaned his head into your neck, continuing to thrust into the spot inside of you that had you seeing stars. You felt the coil in your stomach tighten once again and knew that you were getting close. What you hadn’t expected, though, was that Bakugo would choose that moment to bite down hard on your trap.

All at once, you felt your orgasm tear through you, a scream ripping from your lungs just before a hand came up to slap over your mouth. Your muscles spasmed as you came around his cock, struggling to suck air into your lungs as your walls fluttered around Bakugo’s cock.

When his mouth released your shoulder, you heard him utter a gravelly, “Fuck,” before he was cumming too, cock twitching and releasing hot ropes of cum in your cunt as he moaned out your name.

He stilled, holding onto you as the two of you panted, and you leaned your head down to rest on his shoulder. The two of you struggled to catch your breath as you came down, and eventually he released his grip on your thighs, strong hands moving up to your waist to lift you off of his cock and set you gingerly down on the ground.

“Can you stand alright?” His gaze was surprisingly gentle now as you looked into his eyes and nodded hesitantly, stretching your legs out to get feeling back in your wobbling knees. He held onto your waist, not entirely confident in your answer, but you swatted him off.

To prove your point, you took a few slow, tentative steps forward, standing beneath the water of the still-running shower to rinse the newly formed sweat from your skin.

After giving you a moment to rinse yourself, Bakugo stepped under the water with you, slotting himself behind you and kissing the newly formed mark on your shoulder. The soft move shocked you, and you turned your head to cock an eyebrow at him.

When your eyes met his, he scowled. “What’s that skeptical look for?”

“You goin’ soft on me?” You toned teasingly.

He grunted. “No way, dumbass.” But he held you gently, running his fingers through your hair and taking some time to softly untangle the knots that he created before reaching down to pick up your body wash.

Again, you eyed him skeptically. “What are you doing?”

He popped the bottle open and poured some of the soap onto his hands before setting it back down on the ground. “We both need to get clean, don’t we?”

You were sure that had had some snarky response on your tongue, but it left you all at once when his hands began to massage your shoulders, lathering soap over your arms and back. Your eyes dropped shut as you relaxed into his touch, sighing when he grabbed more to clean off your chest and stomach.

“When we get back to my place, we’ll get you that bubble bath that you wanted.”

This statement made your eyes snap open and you turned around to face him. “Who said I was going back to your place?”

“I did. Just now.” He smirked at you, daring you to challenge him.

You wanted to pick a fight, you really did. But the idea of relaxing back against those firm pecs in a warm bubble bath while his strong hands massaged your body had you relenting.

“Fine. But you’re making me breakfast.”

His smirk widened and his eyes sparked with a challenge. You knew his next words would have you punching him in the shoulder. “Who said you could stay over? I only offered a bath.”

You hoped the fist that connected with his shoulder left a bruise tomorrow.

#butter's 1k!!#my hero academia #boku no hero academia #mha #bnha #katsuki bakugo #bakugou katsuki

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Keep the Party Goin' (Part 2)

Part 1

Yuu Nishinoya x Fem!reader

Warnings: 18+ ONLY. THIS IS PURE SMUT. MINORS DNI. College AU, obv all characters are over 18, no sexualizing minors here. Switch!Nishinoya (Noya radiates switch energy don’t @ me), switch!reader, Oral sex (giving and receiving), swearing, a smidgeon of praise, safe sex practices, Tsukishima being an asshole

Summary: College AU. Characters are aged up. Your friend invites you to a party celebrating a win for her boyfriend’s volleyball game. One of the guys catches your eye, and it looks like you’ve caught his too…

Inspiration: All On My Mind by Anderson East, Don’t Let Go by Strong Asian Mothers, Queer by Garbage

Word Count: 4.3k

A/N: It only took me like 3 weeks to get the motivation to finish this 😅

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#afternoon reblog #a few days later bc I'm forgetful rip #haikyuu!!#haikyu x reader #haikyuu yuu nishinoya #yuu nishinoya x reader #noya x reader #nsfw #smut #yu nishinoya #nishinoya yuu #hq #hq x reader #nishinoya smut #noya smut

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Keep the Party Goin' (Part 2)

Part 1

Yuu Nishinoya x Fem!reader

Warnings: 18+ ONLY. THIS IS PURE SMUT. MINORS DNI. College AU, obv all characters are over 18, no sexualizing minors here. Switch!Nishinoya (Noya radiates switch energy don't @ me), switch!reader, Oral sex (giving and receiving), swearing, a smidgeon of praise, safe sex practices, Tsukishima being an asshole

Summary: College AU. Characters are aged up. Your friend invites you to a party celebrating a win for her boyfriend's volleyball game. One of the guys catches your eye, and it looks like you've caught his too...

Inspiration: All On My Mind by Anderson East, Don't Let Go by Strong Asian Mothers, Queer by Garbage

Word Count: 4.3k

A/N: It only took me like 3 weeks to get the motivation to finish this 😅

You felt the wall at your back as Nishinoya's lips crashed into yours. His hands squeezed the flesh of your hips, bunching up the red, faux leather pencil skirt that you wore. Your hands found the back of his head and tugged lightly on the hair at his nape until he moaned into your mouth, practically inviting you to add your tongue to the party, and you smiled against his lips as his tongue tangled with yours.

Even from his room at the back of the house, the music still thumped loudly, though the walls muffled the lyrics. You could hear an occasional cheer or party-goers chanting "Shot, shot, shot!" over the thumping bass every so often, but it all faded away as Noya's hands traveled up your sides, dragging your skirt up on your waist and revealing the thin, lacy, red thong that did nothing to hide what lay beneath.

You were both panting when your lips parted, and Noya's forehead pressed against yours as he looked down at his prize and groaned.

"Damn, y/n." Then he smirked a crooked smile and his eyes flicked back up to meet yours. "Where do you get off being so sexy?"

You smirked back at him and rolled your eyes. "I mean, I'm hoping I'll be getting off here tonight." You winked at him and giggled.

He tilted his head so that his lips were against yours once again and murmured against your lips, "And you're cute. Must be my lucky day."

He pulled back a little bit to look into your eyes. "Is this okay with you? We don't have to do anything you don't want to do."

You beamed at him, a true smile spreading over your face as you could tell that he was being genuine. "Yes, absolutely. We're not doing anything I don't want to do."

He returned your smile and brought a thumb up to press against your bottom lip. "Good, you let me know if that changes at any point, Mmkay?" When you nodded, he pressed a quick kiss to your lips before he turned to flip the lock on the door, then slipped his shoes off beside it, giving you a moment to breathe and look around his room.

Even in the darkness, you could tell his room represents him well. A small desk littered with scattered pages sits in the corner, and you can barely make out a volleyball sitting on the floor beneath it. A bookshelf beside the desk holds textbooks on one shelf, while the rest appeared to display different volleyball trophies and awards. The walls were decorated with a few plaques, probably more volleyball awards, and a couple of anime posters, probably Noya's favorites.

Finally, your gaze followed Nishinoya across his bedroom to sit on the edge of his queen-size bed, neatly made with one of those reversible comforters that was black on one side and orange on the other.

He reached one hand over his head to his shoulder blades, tugging his shirt over his head and tossing it into a corner of the room. Then he leaned back on his elbows and smirked sexily at you before gesturing to his lap. "C'mere, baby."

Your mouth watered as you took in his chiseled abs and sculpted arms, staring blatantly as you stepped across the room, kicking off your wedged heels as you went. When you reached him, you brought your hands to Noya's shoulders and knelt on the bed, straddling his muscular thighs. From this position, it was hard not to notice the growing stiffness in his pants.

As you got situated with your knees on either side of his hips, he grabbed your waist and gave you a mischievous smile. Your heart barely had time to skip a beat as he quickly thrusted his knees apart, forcing just a slight stretch in your inner thighs as your legs were spread further and your hips forced to grind against his. A low moan escaped you both at the contact and your eyes focused on Noya's bottom lip, where his teeth are digging into it.

You brought your lips down to press against his, tongues tangling as your hands explored the muscled shoulders and biceps beneath your palms. As soon as the opportunity presented itself, you grabbed his bottom lip between your teeth and tugged lightly as you pulled away, earning another groan from him.

As you pulled back, his calloused fingers found the hem of your crop top and pulled it over your head before discarding it on the floor behind you. His fingers returned to your waist, running lightly up your sides in a way that made you shiver before brushing his thumbs over the bottom of your lacey red bra.

"Mm, what a sight." He breathed out as a hand came up to cradle one side of your neck while his mouth took up the other side, peppering kisses, nips, and licks from your jaw to your collarbone. When he reached a certain spot, you gasped aloud and could feel him smile against your neck in response, focusing on that spot a moment longer before repeating his ministrations on the other side as his hands reached behind you to lower the zipper on your skirt.

You climbed off of his lap to let your skirt fall to the floor and he sucked in air through his teeth, hooded eyes travelling across your body to indulge in the sight you presented. You reach up a hand to his chest, running it across his pecs before shoving gently, so that he fell back against the bed. You stepped between his legs and leaned down to plant a few kisses on his abdomen, licking along the delicious v lines adorning his hips.

You maintained eye contact with him as you ran your fingertips across the waistband of Noya's shorts in a gentle torture, grazing your nails across his hips and eliciting a light hiss from him. You gripped the waistband of his shorts and boxers simultaneously and slowly pulled them down, licking your lips as his pretty pink cock was freed from its confines, resting against neatly trimmed, dark hair. You hummed lightly to yourself as your eyes took in his size, thankful for the fact that he definitely disproved the stereotype of short guys having small dicks.

When his shorts reached his ankles, he lightly kicked them across the room and you knelt down between his legs, lightly gripping the insides of his thighs. His breath came in light pants as you leaned over slowly to lick a sloppy stripe up the underside of his dick, then blew lightly over the area.

He groaned, leaning his head back into the bed and grasping the comforter tightly as his lips let out a raspy "Oh, baby."

You smirked to yourself as you brought one of your hands to wrap around his dick, delighting in the fact that your fingers weren't even touching. As you gripped it, you brought your mouth down a bit lower, gently sucking one of his balls between your lips.

His head snapped up off the bed and he whimpered and shivered beneath you as you released it with a light pop, the organ gleaming lightly with saliva. "Fuck, babe, that felt good."

You smiled and moved back up to his shaft, planting light kisses along the underside and then swirling your tongue around the tip before sucking it between your lips, working your tongue along the shaft to produce more saliva as you slowly took in more of him, bobbing your head as you went.

He moaned low in his throat and his head fell back against the mattress. He brought a hand up to tangle in your hair at the nape of your neck, his hand flexing in your hair until you groaned low in your throat.

His grip on your hair loosened as he looked down at you. "This okay?" He asked, running his fingers through your hair.

You pulled off his cock with a wet pop, earning a hiss from him as you did, and continued to pump him with your hand. "'S'okay." You smiled at him and dragged your tongue across his slit, tasting the bit of precum gathered there.

"Mm, damn that's hot, c'mere." He used his grip on your hair to pull you up toward his face, and you crawled up onto the bed, knees coming back up to straddle his hips as you draped your body over his.

His hand tightened in your hair as he pulled you down to join your lips, kissing, nipping, and sucking until you both had to pull back for air. He took the opportunity to reach behind you and unclasp your bra, sliding it over your shoulders and dropping it over the side of the bed before pulling you back down to him. He hummed against your lips as you began to gently grind against his cock, thin lace doing little to hide the wetness between your thighs.

He mumbled profanities against your lips as one hand reached down to gently rub your clothed pussy, easily finding your clit and using his thumb to trace light circles over it. A moan bubbled up from your throat and you pulled away from his lips to kiss down his jaw. You felt his pulse beneath your lips as you pressed them to his neck, alternating between kissing, sucking, and grazing your teeth lightly over the sensitive flesh until you reached his collarbone. There, you bit down a little harder, earning a groan in your ear before you felt everything turn upside down and suddenly found yourself on your back, with the mattress beneath you.

With Noya now hovering over you, you felt his lips trail down your neck, stopping at that sweet spot once more before continuing their journey across your chest and latching onto one nipple, a hand coming up to thumb over the other, then gently roll it between a thumb and forefinger. At the same time, you felt his other hand grip your now-soaked panties and pull them down your legs, presumably dropping them somewhere on the floor.

Once your panties had been discarded, Noya continued to move his lips down your body, kissing and stroking across your stomach as they made their way toward the apex of your thighs. His hands came down to rest between your legs, gripping your inner thighs and gently forcing them apart.

"Mm, baby, already so wet for me." He groaned and licked a stripe up your folds, forcing a shudder through your body as you gripped the sheets to ground yourself. His hands rubbed up your thighs until he could use his thumbs to gently press into and separate your folds before setting his mouth to your pussy once again.

You moaned aloud, grateful for the loud music to keep everyone outside ignorant of your escapades. As his tongue continued to work over your cunt, one of your hands came up to grasp his hair at the nape of his neck, gripping the strands as his head moved against you. As your nails grazed against his skin, he moaned against you and your hips bucked involuntarily at the vibrations.

His lips wrapped around your clit and sucked gently, earning another moan and a gasped, "Fuck," from you as your grip tightened on his hair, gently tugging on the strands. You felt one of his hands release your thigh and then a finger slowly stroked across your slit before inching into your entrance, twisting to stroke that spongy spot inside.

"Fuck, Noya." you gasped as he entered a second finger, continuing to gently lap and suck at your clit with his tongue as his fingers stroked you, taking his time to prepare for his size.

"I like the noises you make, baby girl. Can't wait to have you cumming all over my mouth." His words spurred you on and you groaned, relishing in the sensations that his mouth and fingers were bringing you as a knot began to coil in your core.

"I'm so close." You breathed out as his fingers pumped in and out of you, pushing you toward your high.

He scissored his fingers inside of you and cooed against your pussy. "Cum for me, baby. I've got you."

At his words, you felt the coil snap and your thighs shook around his head. "Yuu, mm." You moaned out his name as his fingers slowed, stroking lightly to help you ride out your high.

When you were finally able to wind down, you looked down at him and found him smiling at you from between your legs, licking your essence off of his lips. "Damn, you taste good."

Your body warmed all over again at his words, and you used your grip on his hair to tug him up toward your face. You winced as his fingers left you with a squelch, and he balanced himself on the elbow with his dry hand by your head, bringing his wet fingers to your mouth.

"Let me show you how good you taste." He said as he pushed his fingers past your lips, and you dutifully licked them clean, sucking as he pulled them from your mouth and earning a groan from him.

Once you had thoroughly cleaned his fingers, you reached up to pull his face back down to yours, smashing your lips together and moaning as you tasted yourself on his mouth. You felt the mattress shifted as he moved to one side of the bed, pulling away from the kiss to reach toward a black nightstand. He has to move completely off of you to reach the drawer, and you sighed at the loss of warmth.

His hand dips into the drawer and produces a small foil package and a small bottle of lube. He dropped the bottle on the bed and you watched with rapt attention as he took the package between his teeth and ripped it open, then he smirked as he saw your tongue dart out to wet your puffy, red lips.

Your attention travelled southward as he slowly rolled the condom over his straining dick before moving back to kneel between your legs again before reaching out for the bottle. You heard a light pop as he opened it and watched as he poured some lube onto his fingers. He spread it across his fingers with his thumb, then his hand disappeared between your thighs and you felt a slightly cold sensation over your folds as he spread the lube over them, preparing you for his cock.

He leaned down to kiss your lips as his cock prodded against your folds, rubbing gently to spread the lube, now combined with your juices, over it, in an attempt to make this as comfortable for you as possible. You groaned into each other's mouth as he pushed just the tip into your heat.

"Fuck, baby, you feel so good." He whispered, then pressed his tongue against yours. You moaned at the praise as he continued to slowly push into you, halting when he finally bottomed out to give you time to adjust.

The stretch of your inner walls felt delicious and you dug your nails into his back, pushing your hips up to his to let him know you were ready for him to move. "Nnngggh, Yuu, fuck me, please."

He turned his head to bring his lips closer to your ear, and began thrusting slowly, grinding his hips against yours until he heard you gasp, then keeping up that positioning so that he rubbed all the right places inside of you. His tongue darted out to lick along the shell of your ear before taking the lobe between his teeth and pulling lightly.

"You feel so good, y/n. So good wrapped around me." He spoke directly into your ear and you whimpered at his words, your hips now meeting his thrusts in earnest. He brought a thumb up to your lips, pressing gently until you took it into your mouth. You swiped your tongue over the pad of his thumb and hollowed your cheeks to suck lightly, earning a groan from him before he pulled the finger out of your mouth with a wet pop.

His hand moved down between your legs and you whimpered as the pad of his thumb began to lightly rub small circles over your engorged clit. “Mm, Yuu!” Your back arched off the bed and your hips snapped up to meet his as your mind reeled at the new sensation. Your hands came up to find purchase in his hair and you pulled his face down to meet yours.

His lips connected with yours once more and he kissed you harshly, his tongue slipping into your mouth and teeth grazing over your lips. He moaned against your lips, and began to thrust faster and harder, each thrust hitting all the right spots deep inside of you.

You pulled back, both of you panting heavily as your lips separated. “Let me ride you.”

He grinned down at you. “Aw hell yeah, I’m not gonna say no to that!” One hand snaked under your back to wrap around your shoulders while the other arm gripped your waist so that he could stay sheathed inside of you as he rolled to the side, pulling you on top of him.

You squealed at the movement, ending up with your face pressed against his chest and his back to the mattress. You slid your knees up to balance you as you sat up and splayed your fingers over his chest, both of you moaning when the new angle seated him deeper inside of you. You slowly raised your hips up before pushing back down and rocking against him, breath still coming only in short pants.

Noya’s hands came to rest on your hips, helping to lift and guide you as you started to bounce on his cock. He whined at your slow pace. "Faster, baby, please."

You smirked down at him and pressed your hips against his before undulating in smooth, slow circles against him. "Aw, honey, look at you getting all soft for me." You leaned down to whisper softly into his ear, "but I'm in charge now."

He groaned as you lightly dragged his earlobe between your teeth. As you pulled back to sit up once more, though, his grip on your hips tightened, and he thrust up into you, forcing a high-pitched moan from your lips.

Your nails found purchase in his shoulders as he repeated the action, pulling your hips down to meet his as his cock met that sweet spot inside of you. You tried desperately to retain control, but found yourself lost in pleasant sensation and instead chose to drop the persona in favor of whimpering in delight at his actions.

"Hmm, what was that?" He grinned up at you as he continued his onslaught, and your eyes watered you were lost in the pleasure.

You felt a knot forming in your stomach once again. "Nngh, 'm close." Your thighs burned as you moved in tandem with his thrusts, chasing after your second orgasm.

Through bleary eyes, you saw Noya swipe his index and middle finger over his tongue before snaking his hand between your legs once more, rubbing lightly over your clit and forcing you over the edge. You moaned loudly as you came undone around him, grinding your hips into his as he continued to thrust up into you, chasing after his own orgasm.

"Damn, you feel good." He grunted out, thrusts stuttering. "I'm so close, baby, hold on for me."

You groaned in response, muscles twitching in post-orgasmic bliss. After a few more thrusts, Noya's hips stilled beneath you and he groaned as he released inside of you. You collapsed against his heaving chest with his cock still inside of you, taking a moment for both of you to catch your breath.

His hands rubbed up and down your back and he kissed you softly on the forehead. "Wanna take a shower?" He asked gently, speaking against your ear.

You nodded your head, then lifted it, pushing your hands into the mattress on either side of Noya's arms to push yourself off of him. "Mm, that sounds nice." You hissed as you shifted to pull off of his cock, feeling just a bit overstimulated.

He helped you to stand up on wobbly legs, then quickly she'd and discarded the condom in a trash can beside his bed. Once he had disposed of it, he turned to you and slipped on arm behind your knees, the other wrapping around your shoulders as he lifted you into a princess carry.

You nuzzled your nose into his chest, breathing in a scent that reminded you of sage and hiking in the woods on a summer day. He flipped on the lights as he stepped into his en suite bathroom, then set you down on the counter so that he could turn on the shower.

Once he had the water running, he turned to plant a quick kiss on your lips, telling you, "I'll be right back." And then disappearing back into his room.

While he was gone, you took advantage of the moment of privacy to pee, not wanting a UTI. When he still hadn't returned once you were finished, you decided to go ahead and climb into the shower, sighing as the hot water washed over you.

It wasn't long before Noya joined you under the spray, helping you get cleaned off while pressing soft kisses to your lips, face, neck, and really anywhere that he could get to. When you were both clean and relaxed, he helped you step out of the shower and dry off, pulling one of his t-shirts over your head and helping you step into a pair of pajama pants.

He handed you a water bottle, and you smiled, thanking him and taking a few gulps as he pulled on his boxers. You twisted the cap back on the water bottle and gestured to his attire, or lack thereof.

"That all you're wearing to bed?" You smirked as he blushed.

"I like cuddling." He shrugged. "It's easier when it's not so stuffy."

"Makes sense to me." You nodded and started to walk back into the room, bending to pick up your discarded skirt and retrieve your phone from the pocket. It was now 2 AM, and the party had started to die down, quieting a bit, but still loud enough to hear the music thumping.

You giggled at the text you saw from Taylor, which consisted of a string of eggplant emojis and question marks. The rest of your notifications were swiped away as you continued your walk to the bed, setting your phone on the nightstand.

When Noya flopped down on the bed and pulled the covers over himself, then beckoned for you to join him, your lips widened into yet another smile. "C'mere, sweet cheeks." He grinned cheekily at you, earning a laugh from your lips.

You climbed into the bed beside him and snuggled into his chest, bringing your hands up to run through his wet hair. "I like your hair down." You told him.

"Hmm, maybe I'll wear it down again some time for you." He held you close, and the thumping music seemed to fade away as you succumbed to exhaustion.

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The next morning, you woke up twisted in Noya's arms, with one of his legs slung over both of yours. You smiled to yourself and debated going back to sleep before you noticed the time on the alarm clock over Noya's shoulder read 9 AM. Crap. You had to be at work at 10.

You gently untangled yourself from Noya's limbs, careful not to wake him. Surprisingly, he didn't seem disturbed in the slightest as you left the bed and gathered your things, slipping back into the clothes that you had worn the night before and taking your shoes into your hands. You grabbed your phone and slipped carefully out of the room, being sure to shut the door quietly.

You glanced at your phone and saw a few messages from Taylor, letting you know that she was awake and that Tsukki's room was just down the hall to the left. You reached the door and knocked softly, only having to wait a few seconds before Tsukki appeared in the doorway.

"Begone, witch." He scowled at you, not yet wearing his glasses.

You grinned in return, always delighting in how you grated on his nerves. "And a very good morning to you too, Kei." You went up on your tiptoes, trying to peek around him to look for Taylor. When you spotted her behind him, she was waving at you as she gathered her things.

"Good morning, y/n! Gimme like 2 minutes, I'm just getting my stuff together."

You waited while she gathered her belongings, keys jangling as she walked towards the door and stood on her tiptoes to plant a kiss on Tsukki's lips. He deepened the kids, no doubt putting on a show for you, and it made you roll your eyes. Luckily, it wasn't long before your friend was walking down the hallway with you.

"He is so jealous," you grinned as you whispered conspiratorially. "And so much fun to mess with." You reached over to settle a hand on Taylor's ass, leaving it there as you walked and turning your head over your shoulder to see Tsukki scowling at you from his doorway, where he stood with his arms crossed.

You turned back to your friend and whispered, "Think he'd ever be down for a three way?" Which earned you a gasp and a light smack on your shoulder.

The two of you giggled together as you stepped through the front door of the house, your friend having the decency to wait until the door was shut behind you before she asked, "Well, just how well did you get dicked down last night?"

And then it was your turn to gasp and smack her on the shoulder, the two of you erupting into another fit of giggles as you hopped into her car.

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Piercings the Karasuno boys would have (Headcanon)

Characters: Daichi Sawamura, Koshi Sugawara, Asahi Azumane, Yu Nishinoya, Ryunosuke Tanaka, Tobio Kageyama, Shoyo Hinata, Kei Tsukishima, Tadashi Yamaguchi

Warnings: 18+ ONLY, obv aged up characters. discusses male genital piercings, some smut, a sprinkling of fluff, rough sex, oral (giving and receiving), brief mentions of dom/sub dynamics, slight exhibitionism, Tsukki being an asshole,

Summary: What piercings the Karasuno boys would have and how they would use them 🥴

A/N: Been a sucker for piercings lately so here’s what’s going in my head lol. Unintentionally gave almost everyone black jewelry but I think it fits. Yams gets gold because he’s a precious little cupcake who deserves gold 🥰

Daichi Sawamura

Okay so hear me out... I feel like Daichi wouldn’t want much showing because he’s def straight-laced on the outside but I feel like he’s a closet freak.

So he would have only ear piercings showing, but I think he would also have his nipples pierced and a frenum ladder along the underside of his dick.

And ohoho does he know how those three bars make you feel. Likes to fuck you doggy style, so that you can feel them dragging along that spongy spot inside of you, making your eyes water with the pleasure.

If you toy with his nipple piercings while you’re making out or pull them into your mouth and suck lightly, it’s an easy way to quickly bring out his wild side, but you better be prepared for a long night. 😏

Koshi Sugawara

Suga is such a cutie. This smiley boy would definitely need a smiley piercing. 😁

Also gave him dimple piercings and a bridge, just because I think they accentuate that adorable smiling face.

No hidden wonders her, just Suga’s pretty face. I also added a ring because I feel like Suga would be the type of guy to wear a ring.

Loves when you play with his smiley when you’re making out. Flicking it with your tongue always ends in a fit of giggles.

I still think Suga is a closet freak and def at least a soft dom, just doesn’t show it in his appearance.

Asahi Azumane

Sweet bby doesn’t realize how much his piercings contribute to his scary demeanor. 🥺

Has had small gauges for a few years now, says he doesn’t think he’ll go up in size.

Switches out his septum and eyebrow piercing for silver jewelry when you go on nice dates because “it’s classier.”

Loves when you stand on your tiptoes to kiss his eyebrow piercing, makes him blush like crazy and it takes him a few minutes to be able to form coherent sentences.

Yu Nishinoya

Oof, let me go off on this boy. He has quite a few piercings, and loves them all. Has a double helix piercing on both ears and usually wears black rings in all four, matching the black studs in his earlobes. Flick any of these with your tongue or lightly pull them between your lips to have Noya moaning your name.

Whether he wears studs or rings in his snake bites really depends on the day. Play with these or suck on his tongue piercing while you’re making out with him to unlock Feral Noya™️

Everyone thinks he’s this timid little sub, but it’s far from the truth. The first time you discover the effect these piercings had on him was on a day where he had met up with you after you both finished volleyball practice. He had pulled you around a corner for a quick make out sesh before he walked you home. At least that was the plan. Then, you had flicked your tongue over one of his snake bites and gently sucked on his tongue piercing. After that, he had pulled you into and empty clubroom and... Well, let's just say you were a little late getting home that night, since walking was a bit more difficult than usual. 🥴

Will sometimes wear a gold barbell on his bridge, to match the bleached section of his hair.

Is also sporting a subtle silver lorum ring.

Ryunosuke Tanaka

This boy is a freak. You can't change my mind. Gets flustered around girls because he's thinking of all the ways he could make them fall apart at the seams but doesn't want to admit it.

Keeps most of his jewelry plain black or silver.

Not too crazy on the face, has some fairly small plugs in his earlobes, spider bites on his lip, and a nosering.

You can't tell me this boy wouldn't have nipple rings. With how often he takes off his shirt, of course he'd want more to show off.

Spared no expense on his dick. Definitely has a prince albert piercing, a frenum piercing on top, and a lorum piercing. Likes to show them off, and says he wants more.

Likes when you run your tongue over each piercing as you're sucking him off, will moan your name so damn loud 😶

Tobio Kageyama

✨Refuses✨ to get any piercings.

"Why would I willingly let someone stab me? No thank you."

Low-key afraid of needles but will never admit it

Shoyo Hinata

Poor baby cried when he got his ears pierced. Not brave enough to get any other piercings.

Usually wears silver earrings

Kei Tsukishima

Another straight up freak, but not a lot of visible piercings. Definitely sporting a silver tongue ring that he loves to tantalize you with. Likes to run it along your slit when he’s eating you out.

Also sporting a jacob’s ladder on top of his dick and knows exactly what it does to you. If you pay special attention to these while you’re giving him head, he will grab your hair roughly and fuck your face. Best remember your hand signals, babe, because he’s not letting up unless you use them.

Tadashi Yamaguchi

Yams is a golden boy. This sweet angel would definitely have angel bites, and I think he’d also look cute with an eyebrow piercing, along with regular ear piercings.

He also has a horizontal pubic piercing that he got when he found out Tsukki had piercings down there. Loves the face you make when it bumps against your clit while he’s ramming into you, because after all, he’s only an angel outside of the bedroom

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golden-babbles · 5 years ago

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Keep the Party Goin’ (Part 1)

Part 2

Yuu Nishinoya x Fem!Reader

Warnings: 18+ ONLY, college AU, obv aged up characters. Alcohol consumption. Part 1 is gonna be mostly SFW, with just implications, but part 2 will be all smut. You’ve been warned!

Summary: Your friend invites you to a party celebrating a win for her boyfriend's volleyball game. One of the guys catches your eye, and it looks like you've caught his too...

Inspiration: Flirt by NEFFEX, Rumors by NEFFEX, Tidal Wave by Portugal, The Man

Word Count: 2.1k

A/N: This is my first time writing a fic and I’m so excited for how it will turn out! Let me know what you think! ^-^

It was Taylor who had come up with the idea, whispering in your ear a plan to make her possessive boyfriend get a little jealous. You had glanced at where he stood, leaning against a kitchen countertop, then your gaze travelled downward to the attractive, shorter man beside him.

You grinned as you turned back to your friend, responding with, “Let’s see if we can’t both get a little extra attention.” You whispered back your plan to her, and she giggled and nodded before playfully shoving you in Hinata’s direction to begin your ploy.

“Yo, Shoyo! You taking requests?” You yelled to the redhead over the music as you sauntered over to where he stood on his phone, controlling the bluetooth speakers from where he leaned against the wall.

He looked up at you and smirked as you leaned in close. “For you, babe? Sure, but it’ll cost ya.”

You rolled your eyes and groaned at the cocky little prick before leaning one shoulder against the wall as you faced him. “Name your price, Carrot Top.”

He laughed at the nickname and jutted a thumb towards the liquor sitting on a nearby counter. “Take a shot with me.”

You smirked and straightened, pulling away from the wall. “That’s it? You got yourself a deal.” You moved to grab a couple of shot glasses. “Do I get to pick the poison?”

“Sure, anything but tequila.” He winced. “That stuff messes me up.”

You opted for some fireball and poured a shot for each of you, giggling to yourself as you thought of how the liquor matched the redhead well. You handed his shot to him and held yours up for him to tap his glass to. “Bottoms up!” You downed your shot easily, laughing as Shoyo gave a light cough after he took his own.

“Fireball? You trying to kill me?” He laughed, but held out his phone to you, as per your deal. You queued up two songs, ready to put your evil plan into motion, and grabbed some solo cups of spiked punch from the kitchen before heading back to where your best friend waited for you near the makeshift dance floor.

By the time you reach Taylor’s spot, your first song has started. You hand her her cup of punch, then let the music flow through you as you begin dancing closely with your best friend, swaying your hips to the electric beats and pulses. You were both smiling and laughing, careful not to spill your drinks as you grinded against each other.

"Think we’ve got Tsuki’s attention yet, hmm?" She whispered in your ear as the hand not holding her drink came up behind your head and she pressed her forehead against yours.

You giggled conspiratorially and swept your own free hand over her hip as you glanced at Tsukishima out of the corner of your eye. He was watching you both attentively, clearly paying close attention as the first song came to a close.

“Oh, definitely. The cute guy next to him is watching, too.” Smirking to yourself, you turned back to your friend, downed the rest of your drink, and set the empty cup on a nearby coffee table, Taylor quickly following suit.

"C'mon Tay, let's make this interesting." You said as you grabbed her by the hips and turned her so that she faced away from you, pulling her close until your hips were flush. She began to slowly grind against you, bringing her hands back to run across your shoulders and down your biceps as she shimmied downward to the beat of the blaring music, rubbing her ass against your thighs as she moved.

The two of you ignored the crowd surrounding you, eyes finding the pair across the room, Taylor's flitting to her tall, frowning, blonde boyfriend as yours landed on the friend beside him. Your e/c gaze locked with wide dark chocolate irises as you continued to dance, whirling Taylor back around so that the two of you were facing each other once again, with her arms laced around the back of your neck and your eyes watching the pair of men over her shoulder.

You smirked when Tsukishima downed the rest of his drink and watched as he leaned down to say something to his friend over the thumping music. After a short nod, you watched his friend down his own drink and refill it with spiked punch before he followed Tsukishima across the room to where you danced with Taylor. You shifted your gaze back to your friend's and once again leaned your forehead against hers as you grinned victoriously.

"Uh oh, here they come." The two of you giggled together before Tsukishima grabbed Taylor's shoulder and gently but possessively pulled her away from you.

You feigned a pout up at the frowning blonde. "Hey, Tsuki! Why are you trying to ruin our fun?"

He scoffed. "Don't start. I know you're trying to make a move on her." He pulled your best friend close and wrapped his arms around her smaller frame. You had to fight back a smirk when she winked at you as she pressed her cheek to his chest. "And don't call me Tsuki."

Taylor huffed at his words as she looked up at him, clearly trying not to laugh. "Don't be rude, Kei, we're just trying to have a little fun." Then she turned her attention to the brunette who had walked over with Tsukishima.

"Hey Noya! I didn't know you were here!” She lied. “It's good to see you." She tried to pull out of Tsukishima's embrace, presumably to hug the smaller man, but Tsukishima held tight. She huffed in indignation and turned back to you.

"Y/n, this is Yuu Nishinoya. He's also on the volleyball team with Tsuki. He's the libero. Lots of strength and stamina." She giggles and winks for the second time since the males joined you and you roll your eyes. She's definitely a little tipsy.

You turn your gaze back to the man standing in front of you and find him blushing, a hand rubbing the back of his head awkwardly. How cute, you think, he's shy.

"F/n l/n. You can call me n/n." You stick out your hand for him to take, and he hesitates before removing his own hand from the back of his head to take yours, his eyes focusing on your clasped hands instead of meeting your gaze. You marvel in the strength of his grip and the calluses on his palms.

"Y-you can call me Noya." His voice is just barely audible over the sounds of the party going on around you.

You smile and release his hand and he glances up at you, seeming to blush harder, but he finally finds the confidence to meet your eyes. His hand returns to the back of his head, scratching lightly.

When your attention shifts away from Noya and back to your friend and her boyfriend, you find them passionately making out, even in the midst of everything, and you scowl.

"Yo, get a room, guys!" You lightly smack Tsukishima's arm where it lies across Taylor's shoulders. You can see Taylor blush as Tsukishima growls and glares at you. You stick your tongue out at him and he scoffs.

"Fine, we will." He smirks and grabs Taylor's wrist as he pulls her towards a hallway, presumably leading to Tsukishima's bedroom.

Taylor squeals and turns back to you before calling out, "Have fun, you two!" And placing two fingers in a "v" over her lips before sticking her tongue between them. Then she disappears behind the other partygoers, and you assume that you won't see her again until morning.

You send up a silent prayer of good luck for your best friend. Tsukishima always got insanely jealous of you when you and Taylor teased him, and it always ended in Taylor getting dicked down so good she had trouble walking in the morning.

You turned your attention back to Nishinoya and found him smiling in amusement toward where you last saw Taylor and Tsukishima, before he turned back to face you once again.

With your distractions gone, you took the opportunity to fully drink in the man in front of you. He had dropped his hand from behind his head, now opting instead to cross them over his broad chest, the black muscle tank he wore revealing the strength in his shoulders and biceps. He stood at about the same height as you, give or take an inch or two. Now that his initial shyness had seemed to wear off, likely due to the now empty cup held loosely in one hand. His dark brown eyes glimmered with confidence and a spark that you could only describe as spunky. His gelled spiky brown hair had one bleached spot at the front and center of his head and you couldn't help but wonder what it would look like between your thighs. Your gaze travelled downward to the black volleyball shorts he wore, probably the same ones he wore to practice, and the muscular thighs and claves peeking out of them.

Once your eyes finished their adventure, they traveled back to his face to see him combing you over in much the same way, taking your low cut black crop top and deep red, faux leather pencil skirt in stride before travelling back up and lingering on your black lace choker for just a moment, and then meeting your e/c eyes once again. You smirked when he did, and you could've sworn that you saw a gleam of amusement in his eyes as well.

"Like what you see?" You asked cockily, placing your hands on your hips.

"Mm, you could say that." He cocked a crooked smile back at you and took a step closer.

As he did, the song playing changed and your face lit up. "This is my favorite song! Dance with me?" You asked excitedly.

Noya's blush returned. "Um... sure, but I'm not a very good dancer."

"That's okay, just follow my lead." You wink at him and hold out a hand.

He takes it and you pull him in, hooking your arms behind his neck as the song rolls through a slow verse.

Lonely days will follow,

Days will follow

And that gaze that stuck

The halls will know your name

You heard him inhale sharply as the beat dropped and you thrust your hips close to his, his eyes lowering to watch your body move as his hands found your waist.

Hit me like a tidal wave,

Triggered by the aftershock

He found himself stunned into stillness as you swayed your hips, stepping back to swish your hair behind you and swing your arms out to your sides as the song progressed, bringing them back to his shoulders before shoving lightly to break his hold, then turning away from him as you had turned Taylor, pressing your back to his front. He hissed as your ass brushed against his member, slowly stirring in his shorts.

The contact was enough to wake him from his stupor, and soon he was moving along with you as you danced, gripping your waist and dipping his head into the crook of your shoulder as you swayed in time to the music. When the song ended, you were both panting and you could feel the stiffness in his pants against the curve of your ass.

He leaned up to take your earlobe lightly between his lips before speaking just loud enough to be heard over the music. "Let's make this a private party, hmm?"

You nodded breathlessly, and turned to face him with flushed cheeks, mirroring his expression from earlier.

He smiled and took your wrist, leading you back to the hallway you had seen Taylor and Tsukishima enter earlier. He produced a keyring as you walked, using one of the keys to unlock his bedroom door when the two of you reached it.

Once he had unlocked the door, he held it open and stepped to the side, beckoning for you to enter. As you stepped up to the threshold, you cocked an eyebrow at him, wondering at the extra security.

“Is the lock really necessary?” You eyed him suspiciously, lingering in the doorway.

He shrugs. “Can never be too careful with all of the people coming in and out of here all the time.”

He releases the doorknob and steps in close to you, bringing his hands to your hips and gently pushing you backwards into the room. Once you were both clear, he kicked the door closed behind him and pressing his forehead to yours.

“Now, whaddya say we keep the party goin’ on our own here?” He smirked as his lips crashed against yours, and you felt the wall behind you as your back was pressed against it.

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