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I Will Always Love You

While this is a Baku/Deku long fic, this scene was the beginning of one of the hottest side ships in all of my stories for me - Ojiro and Shinso. This is the first time they interact and it was SO MUCH FUN to write. Also my longest chapter so I cut out the middle.

DNI if you are under 18! Please!!

Warnings: Excessive cussing, Non Con Spanking, Male x Male

Shinso leaned on the wall watching the crowd, he’d reserved some lanes at a local bowling alley, boasting to be open until two in the morning, that was his kind of place. A man walked into the room, he was good looking, a bit shorter than himself but stockier. He had soft blonde hair combed down over his forehead, dressed in jeans and a t-shirt. Shinso noticed the cut of the jeans pulled nicely over the man’s ass, t-shirt covering a thick muscled torso. Tapping his cup, he watched as his sharp black eyes swept the room. He maneuvered out of the crowd backing up along the wall, he was clearly looking for someone. Shinso stepped around a group of people and sidled up to the stocky blonde, he wrapped his arm around his waist, he could feel the muscles under his thin shirt. “All new Babies have to get approved by me,” Shinso cocked his sexiest smile. The man’s black eyes darted to him, squinting as he gave him the once over. Shinso blocked him against the wall, leaning his arm above his blonde head. “I look good enough to eat, don’t I?”

“Why don’t you leave me alone.”

“Hmm, you barged into our party, so you have to pay the penalty,” Shinso let his body press up against his, fuck, the guy was solid muscle from his chest to his legs. “And if you��re not a Baby, the penalty is doubled.”

“I’m looking for someone, I’m not a part of this shit, I’ll be gone in a second,” Ojiro tried to see past the kid in his way, he was pretty sure this one was Shinso.

Grabbing his face with one hand, Shinso gripped him tightly, “if you’re not looking for me then you have a problem.”

Clenching his fists, Ojiro forced himself to relax, he didn’t need trouble with the band. “I guess we have a problem then,” he replied coolly, “I’d like you to take your hands off me, or your problem will be doubled,” he mocked him.

“I like a tough guy,” Shinso laughed, he let his fingers run up his thick arm. “Are you all bark and no bite though?” Sneering down at him, he tipped his head, “I bet you’re the kind that can’t finish what he starts.” Shinso pushed his leg roughly between the man’s thighs, letting it settle up near his crotch.

Looking down, Ojiro shook his head, “you’re a real piece of work, aren’t you? Brat.” Eyeing the singer, he had to admit the kid was handsome, almost too handsome. He and the fucking drummer could duel for sexiest man of the year, but it was clear by the arrogant glint in his purple eyes that this kid knew it and used it against everyone. “I’m not interested in you, I have work to do, I’ll ask you nicely, one more time, let me go.”

“That’s not something I’m willing to do right now, I’ve caught myself a little mouse and this cat’s havin’ some fun.” Shinso ran his hand up to the man’s neck, tracing his collarbone just visible under the t-shirt.

Gritting his teeth, Ojiro glared at him, he didn’t have time for this brat, he wished he did, he’d love to teach him some fucking manners. Movement across the room caught his eye, he saw the bedroom door open, Midoriya came out with Bakugou behind him, he had his arm draped over his shoulders. “Fuck,” he muttered, had they already had sex?

“Is that an offer?”

“What?” Ojiro focused back on the purple-haired singer.

“You asked me to fuck you.”

“No, I asked you to let go of me,”

“I clearly heard you say fuck,” Shinso snickered, this guy was fun, “I bet you came here looking to get fucked by the famous Wonder.” Shinso used his thigh to rub between his legs, he felt his dick harden, purple eyes lit up. “That’s what I like to feel,” Shinso cooed, “I noticed you have a sweet ass too.”

Anger shot through Ojiro, black eyes hooded, he studied the kid pressed against him. Reaching up he laid a hand on the brat’s face, Ojiro spoke quietly, “you know it’s always the in-your-face-cocky shits who are the most insecure and scared.” He gently pushed back a purple lock of hair that had fallen across his forehead, “cockiness bends so beautifully to a strong hand.” Ojiro's eyes wandered over his face.

“I suppose you’re offering yours?” Shinso faltered a moment, he’d changed, something in his eyes.

“You’ve become one fucking arrogant shit-for-brains brat because no one took the time with you, did they? And now you’re so terrified,” Ojiro smiled softly, stroking his cheek. “So, fucking worried someone might notice that you’re just a kid, wanting to be taken care of, isn’t that true?”

“Whoa man, you’re nuts, I’m not a fucking kid, are you mental?” Reeling back quickly, Shinso slapped his hand off his face. “Who the fuck are you?”

“You’re Shinso right? The Wonder who’s life isn’t so wonderful anymore?” Ojiro smirked, raising his brows.

“Fuck you,” Shinso stammered, this guy was being a dick to him? Brushing back his purple hair, he flicked a bored look at him. “Whatever, get the fuck out, we’re leaving anyways.”

“Where you going?”

“What’s it to you?”

“Because hot shot, you aren’t going anywhere without me, I’m your fucking driver.”

“The driver!” Shinso laughed loudly, a smug smile on his face “I thought you were someone important. Alright, driver,” he drawled sarcastically, “get the bus warmed up, we’re going to these bowling lanes.” He held up his phone with the address.

“Nice,” black eyes glittered, “see now, you do have a problem, I take orders from only one person. Talk to him, if he says okay, I’ll take you wherever you like, otherwise looks like you can call a cab.”

“Asshole, you work for us, the band.”

Ojiro shook his head, “sorry brat, I work for Midoriya only.”

Glaring at him, Shinso looked across the room and saw Sero standing with Bakugou and Midoriya. “He’s right there, you blind?”

“I know where he is, I was on my way to talk to him, when a cocky prick stopped me.” Ojiro looked at the kid, “I hope you don’t do that shit to anyone else tonight.”

“Sure as hell none of your business if I do,” Shinso smirked, “I do whatever the fuck I like, no one touches me, I’m the fucking lead singer.”

“Maybe,” Ojiro knew it wouldn’t take much, fuck, maybe he could take time with this guy. “I guess we’ll see about that.” Stepping away Ojiro made his way to Midoriya, looking back briefly, he saw Shinso leaning against the wall staring at him. Mentally he shook himself, he needed to focus on his job, not a cocky brat. “Hey Izuku,” Ojiro called as he neared them, “sounds like the group is moving, what’s the plan? Should we get the bus ready?” He purposely used ‘we’, holding out his hand, he glared at the arm around his shoulder.

“Not sure Ojiro,” Izuku grabbed his offered hand, hearing a low rumble emit from Kacchan, he glanced up, the scowl was back. “Do we need the bus? It's so big, can we just get a car?”

“We have cars, we’ll get you over there,” Pinky chirped, she was dragging Kiri behind her. “I’ll take Red with me and a few of the others.”

“I’ve got room,” a slender blonde man came up behind Sero hugging him.

“Yuga! Man, you made it, I didn’t see you,” Sero hugged him back.

“I couldn’t get off work early, I drove like a crazy man to get here, sorry I’m late,” he kissed Sero.

“You’re right on time, we’re going bowling,” he patted his soft blonde hair.

“I’ll hang with the bus,” Ojiro gave a dark look at Bakugou, he’d hoped to continue breaking up his plans.

“Probably best, he can sit on his tail,” Katsuki raised his brows. This man was more annoying than Kiri.

“No, Kacchan,” Izuku squeezed Ojiro’s hand, “come bowling with us. The bus is fine, it’s locked up.”

“You sure?” Ojiro cast a quick smile at Bakugou, he heard him click his tongue. He might be smaller than the big blonde but pound for pound he had as much muscle, he wasn’t worried about making an enemy of him. “I’d love to go Midoriya, thanks.”

After organizing transportation, the group headed to the nearby bowling alley. Getting out of the small car that he had been crammed into, Katsuki unfolded himself and helped the nerd. He’d managed to keep the greenette with him but also the pesky driver. Watching him, Bakugou didn’t think he liked the nerd, but he was obviously trying to keep them apart. Swinging his arm over Deku’s shoulder he led him away from Ojiro and through the large doors of the brightest bowling alley Bakugou had ever seen. The entire area was lit up with blacklight, neon shining everywhere, a huge dance floor behind the bowling alley was pumping out music, a mass of people dancing.

“Who comes to dance at a bowling alley?” Sero laughed as they stood at the counter getting their lanes.

Shinso strode to the counter and flagged down the attendant, “hey sweetie,” he called. A young man walked up to help him. “Name is Shinso, got six fucking lanes for my friends,” he flipped out a credit card, “everything’s on me.” Smiling, he leaned further towards the cashier, “and I mean everything can be on me if you like.” He laughed as the attendant’s eyes went wide with shock, he darted away and started taking shoe sizes. Leaning on his elbows, Shinso watched as everyone ordered their shoes, he saw the driver out of the corner of his eye step up to the register. “Who the fuck invited you?” Shinso turned, this guy was bugging him.

Ojiro raised his brows, pointing to himself.

“Yeah, fucker, you.”

“He did,” Ojiro pointed to Midoriya, who was talking to a pink-haired girl. “Remember brat, he’s my boss. He told me to come bowling, so here I am.”

Shinso clenched his jaw, “you do whatever you’re told?”

“I do if it’s from the bossman.”

Shinso snarled, “you any good at bowling?”

“I’ve played before, how about you, brat?” Ojiro could feel the irritation rolling off the kid. Normally he didn’t push this hard, but after the shit in the hotel room, he wanted to see if you could make him snap.

“Stop calling me that,” Shinso barked, he looked out over the neon lanes. “I bet that I beat you.”

“Beat me at bowling?” Ojiro looked into those arrogant purple eyes. “What’s the bet?”

“Make me boss, listen to me, if I tell you to do something, then you do it.” He raked his gaze up his muscled frame, Shinso smirked, “and I mean anything.”

Ojiro studied the taller man coolly, “you like to be in charge, don’t you?”

“Yeah, I do, and you piss me off.” Shinso shifted, he hated the way the driver was looking at him, like he was nothing.

“I drive shits like you all day, I piss them off too, you know why?” He reached across the counter grabbing the shoes the attendant had put down for him.

“Do I care?” Shinso rolled his eyes.

Ojiro gave him the once-over, “you should care because I judge people by who they are, not how many people adore them. You brat, come up a little lacking right now.”

“Fuck you.”

“Nah, I’m not into brats, however,” he pointed to the end lane, “if you wanna bet, I’ll be on the last lane. IF you can pull yourself away from being the center of attention, I’m happy to hang out with you.” Ojiro left him standing and went to look for a bowling ball, he surveyed the lanes. He was supposed to be staying with Bakugou, who was with Midoriya further away. “Fuck,” he sighed, would Shinso follow him? He felt the familiar rush hit his brain, chills slid down his arms. The thought of making the kid into a normal human instead of stuck-up shit, was just too fucking tempting. He’d dealt with some loud mouths over the years, never one like this, a spoiled fucking kid that had never grown up. Ojiro knew what he wanted to do to him, but considering who he was, it would be better to think of something else, unless he didn’t mind getting fired. Sitting down at the far lane with a few other people, he began tying his shoes, those signature bright purple sneakers stopped in front of him. A slow smile spread across Ojiro’s face, the brat had already learned his first lesson. “So, you wanna bet?”

“I fucking do.”

“Okay, rules are we play one game, winner takes all, bet is that you gotta do whatever the other person says the entire tour. You win, I do what you say. I win, you do what I say.”

Shinso glared at him, “get used to doing what I say, asshole.” He sat down and began putting on the neon shoes.

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“You’re not doing so well,” Ojiro sat down next to the grumpy singer after finishing up his third strike.

Feigning boredom, Shinso looked away, putting his arm around the woman next to him. “Hey cutie,” he teased. She was sweet, a small smile, short black hair, not his type, but she was next to him. Her cheeks turned brilliant red as he lavished his attention on her, “you’re a real treat, aren’t you?” He ran a finger up her arm, enjoying the shiver that erupted from her body.

“A-ah oh, thank you,” she pulled her arm away quickly.

“Shinso!” Sero called, stepping down from the other lane, “I think they’re waiting on you.”

Shinso saw his name blinking on the screen, “oh, thanks.” Flashing a quick smile at the pretty little woman, “I’ll be right back, uh, sorry what’s your name?”

“Yui,” she murmured, curling in on herself.

“Right,” he winked at her as he sauntered to the ball area. Shinso looked over at Ojiro, he paused. He was glaring directly at him, arms crossed, his jaw twitching. “What the hell?” Shinso grabbed his ball, lining himself up, “What’s his fucking problem? He’s winning this thing.” Shaking out his shoulders, Shinso let go of the ball. It hit true but came up two pins short of a strike, “shit,” he murmured. Waiting at the ball area, he dried his hand in the air stream, touching the chalk, he glanced sideways again at Ojiro, he was talking to the little cutie. “What the fuck now?” he heard his ball roll out of the machine. Grabbing it, Shinso lined up quickly and threw, he knew he’d thrown too hard, it hit one pin and missed the other. “Fuck!” He marched back to his seat, which was now occupied by the driver. “Get the fuck outta my seat.”

“Excuse me,” Ojiro smiled tenderly at Yui, stopping their conversation. He turned to look at the pouting purple brat, towering over him, the little piece of shit. “I’m good, you sit here,” he pointed to the seat next to him, his voice stern.

Confused by his tone, Shinso glanced at Yui, big blue eyes darting away looking at her nails. Huffing, he slammed his body into the chair, rocking the entire row of cheap metal seats, throwing out his legs. “This was supposed to be fucking fun,” Shinso crossed his arms, staring at the group of people laughing across from him.

Leaning into Shinso’s ear, Ojiro put his hand on his leg, keeping his voice soft, “when you’re done with your tantrum, I’ll pay attention to you too.” He glanced at the shy girl, “didn’t I tell you though not to pull your shit on anyone else tonight? Leave Yui alone.”

“Fuck, I haven’t done shit,” Shinso tried to sound angry, but Ojiro’s warm breath ignited the nerves in his ear, he shivered at the sensual feeling.

“Right,” Ojiro glared at him, “you’re gonna leave Yui alone, or we’re having a different conversation, and by the way,” he patted his leg, “my bite is worse than my bark.”

“Not scared of you asshole,” Shinso smoothed his purple hair. “I’ll do what I want.”

“Test me and find out,” the words were hushed but clipped. Yui hopped up and took her turn, managing to hit a few pins. She sat back down sighing, Ojiro smiled encouragingly and gave her a high five. “Nice job Yui, you’re on the board.” She giggled, covering her mouth. Standing up Ojiro gave Shinso a warning look before he headed up to throw his ball.

Slipping into his seat Shinso smiled at the cutie again, “sorry he’s such an ass, he thinks he’s part of the group, but he’s only the fucking bus driver.”

“That - that’s okay,” Yui shifted uncomfortably looking around.

“How long you been a Baby?”

“Oh, I’m not, I just came here with a friend, she said you were all really nice,” she rubbed her knees nervously.

“If you want to become a Baby, it’s really easy.”

“It is?”

“Sure, you just have to have a drink with me.”

“A drink?”

He leaned closer to her, “or we can disappear somewhere and you can kiss me.” Another red blush flushed her cheeks.

“Oh, um, I’ll think about it. I just came here because,” she glanced at him, “well I remember you.”

“Me?” Shinso grinned, “as a Wonder?”

She nodded, “I had a poster once.”

“Yeah?” Shinso could feel the irritation of the night slipping away. His favorite moment was seeing the adoration in a fan's eyes, he looked for that glimmer in her deep blue depths. “When did you start watching me?”

“Um, I think it was about a year after the group formed, I liked your voice the best.” Shinso took her hand and kissed it gently.

“Maybe we should disappear?”

“You know, I think you’re doing this on purpose.” Ojiro stood above them both. “Come with me,” he reached for Shinso.

“Me?” Shinso slapped his big hand out of his face.

“I’m not talking to Yui, brat.” He looked at the smaller woman, “if our turn comes up Yui and we’re not here, you go ahead and practice, okay?”

Blue eyes grew wide, she smiled, “sure Ojiro, thanks.”

Pulling Shinso out of his seat, he pointed to the board, “if things get messed up in the game, I’m currently winning, agreed?”

Having the advantage of height Shinso loomed over the stocky driver, “I’m not fucking going anywhere with you.”

“Just agree with me for fuck’s sake,” Ojiro flashed a warning look.

“Fine,” Shinso looked at the board, “I agree.”

“Let’s go,” gripping his hand Ojiro dragged him to the register, he flagged down the attendant. “Hey,” he smiled, “you got any private areas or rooms?” The clerk nodded and pointed to the now dark party rooms. “Thanks,” Ojiro nodded, he headed to the bank of rooms lining the back wall. Walking faster, he could feel the singer starting to hesitate.

“Where we going?” Shinso realized they were moving away from everybody. “I don’t fucking know you man, what the hell? What are you doing?”

“Treating you the way you like to treat others, brat, with little to no regard.” Squeezing his hand sharply, Ojiro tugged on Shinso. “I believe you accused me of not finishing what I start, so brat, if you stop, I’ll carry you the rest of the way.” Ojiro grinned, he really fucking hoped he stopped, he’d love to start this early.

“Where we going?”

“To that private area, so we can have a quiet chat.” He watched as purple eyes bounced between him and his friends.

“Nah, I’ll pass, I don’t screw around with lowly fucking drivers that don’t know their place,” Shinso snapped his teeth in Ojiro’s face. “I’ll be going back to that sweet cutie, she looked like she could swoon all over my cock.”

“I’m so fucking glad you said that,” moving fast, Ojiro picked up Shinso and tossed his body over his shoulder. The singer let out a loud gasp as his stomach slammed into his broad shoulder. Slapping him on his butt cheek, Ojiro clamped his arms around his body. The party rooms were empty this late at night, trying the first door, it was unlocked. He slipped inside and locked the door behind him. He heard the singer drag in a ragged breath.

“Hey! Fucker, put me the fuck down!” Shinso croaked, he coughed trying to fill his lungs with air.

The room was dark except for a patch of neon light shining through a large window that overlooked the lanes below. Ojiro could see a row of chairs along the wall. “Alright brat,” swinging Shinso’s body back over, he cradled him for a split second before flipping him upside down over his knee as he sat on a chair. Ojiro pushed his knee up into his lower abdomen, knocking him quiet again, he clamped both wrists in his iron grip. Ojiro kept his voice low. “Shinso, I’m going to spank you right now.”

“WHAT?! What the FUCK?! I’m a fucking grown man!” Shinso screamed hoarsely.

“Your body is grown but your mind, that's another matter.”

“This is stupid, you’re fucking stupid,” Shinso tried to turn around, “I can sue you!! You know? Stalker, creepy shit like that, happens all the time. Midoriya can’t fucking protect you!!” Shinso kicked out again.

“I have all night Shinso, when you calm down, we can talk.” He placed his hand on the small of his back, pushing down with firm pressure. Ojiro sat quietly watching the bowlers below.

“Fuck!” Shinso took a shuddering breath, “they’ll know I’m gone.”

“I can text Midoriya and let him know we went back to the hotel together.” The singer went still, Ojiro kept speaking, his voice soft. “Since I’ve won the bet, we’ll start now, this will be simple. I’ll spank you,” he rubbed the small of his back, “you need to learn to listen to the people around you.”

“Stop..” Shinso couldn’t finish, waves of tension poured through his body, “please don’t,” Shinso’s voice was trembling, his forehead was starting to burn from the blood pooling to his head.

Ojiro moved his hand to his waistband. “Pants up or down?”

“Up you dumb shit!”

Ojiro shook his head, sliding his hand into his waistband, he tugged until his pants button popped off, shooting onto the tile, it rolled to a stop underneath Shinso’s head.

“I said up!” He finally began to squirm.

“I’ll wait until you're quiet, I’m not going to hurt you very much, that’s not the point.”

“WHAT’S THE FUCKING POINT THEN!?” His scream bounced off the walls, he tried to suck in a breath.

Sighing, Ojiro sat calmly still watching the bowlers below. The brat finally stopped struggling,

“Okay, okay,” he took a settling breath, “what - what’s the point?” He whispered, fear laced with the tension pooling in his groin, he shifted against the strange sensation.

“I’m not about pain Shinso, when I finish, you'll have a red ass, most of all you’ll be embarrassed for a while, maybe you’ll think twice about being such a complete jerk to people.” The brat started shaking. Pulling down his pants, Ojiro moved in quick short movements. Using his finger, he pulled both sides of his underwear into the crack of his ass creating a wedgie, the brat’s firm ass bared.

“Are you really going to h-hit me?” Shinso’s voice was thin, he was trying to look up at him.

“What did I ask you to do?”

“Um, you, um told me not to talk to the cutie girl?”

“Her name?”

“It was, uh, fuck, Yui, yeah Yui.”

“Right and what did you do?”

“I talked to her, but that’s ‘cause she liked me, she’s a huge fan!”

“No, that's what you saw, she was scared, she came here on a dare and her friend dumped her there next to you alone. If you’d asked one normal fucking question or paid attention to her, you would’ve known how scared she was, instead you were more interested in yourself.”

“I didn’t know, I - I thought she was a Baby,” Shinso tried to spin his head up to look at Ojiro, “I’m sorry,” he mumbled.

“Good, I’m glad you’re sorry Shinso, like I said this won’t hurt badly,” Ojiro patted him on the small of his back again. “Are you ready?”

“Wait! I said sorry! I said fucking sorry!” Shinso tried to get up again, his stomach muscles were starting to give out.

“You did,” bringing his hand down, Ojiro aimed for the meatiest part of his cheek, the slap was loud, Ojiro left his palm on his skin for a moment, he lifted, letting him feel the pain.

“Fuck,” Shinso jerked up as his hand landed on his ass, the sting tingled sharply on his skin and shot straight up into his cock, a moan escaped his lips. Purple eyes grew wide, he clamped his mouth shut. What the fuck was that!?

“That was interesting.” Ojiro chuckled, he patted the growing red splotch.

Tears pooled in Shinso’s eyes, “I wanna go back.”

“I’ll tell you what,” Ojiro thumbed the bright red splotch gently, “if you promise to start listening to people and not being such an ass, I’ll let you choose how many more times I hit you.”

“You will?” Shinso tried to look up again, his face was feeling numb. “I’ll listen, I promise.”

Ojiro sighed, “I’m guessing you don’t want me to hit you anymore.”

There was a slight pause, Shinso nodded, “can we stop?”

Another loud smack echoed in the large room as Ojiro landed another blow on the other side, he pulled his hand off, watching the blood race to the skin where he’d made contact. Another low moan escaped the purple haired brat.

“Fuck!” Shinso’s voice trembled, his cock was so hard, he thought he might cum if the fucking driver hit him again. What the fuck?! Tears dripped from his eyes.

Sliding his underwear and pants back into place, Ojiro pulled him upright again, keeping Shinso’s wrists firmly in his hands. He held him on his lap, “your face is really red,” Ojiro wiped the tears off his cheek. “I think you need time to relax a little bit,” he looked pointedly at Shinso’s hard cock now pushing out of his underwear. “Let's give it a couple of minutes, then we’ll go out.” The singer just nodded, sniffling, purple eyes bloodshot from crying. Ojiro’s thumb ran along his wrist. “When we go out, I think we should head back to the hotel, I’ll go with you.”

Shinso shivered, the strange sensation was pulsing through his groin, he peeked at the man holding him. Ojiro’s face was handsome, nothing that stood out to him but all together he was good looking. His black eyes glittered, watching him closely. “What - What else are you going to do to me?” His voice was quiet.

“Nothing, we’re done.”

Shinso nodded, he didn’t want to bowl anymore, he didn’t want to see the people out there. He fidgeted, his cock was harder than anything he’d felt in a long time, it was strange. Looking down at himself he wondered if he was really turned on by being spanked. His body shivered again.

“Are you ready to go?”

Shinso shrugged, standing up he pulled his shirt down over his open pants. Ojiro led the way back out to the bowling alley. The music and noise had escalated, Shinso winced as he headed down the stairs back to their group. The Babies were running back and forth now between the lanes, screaming and laughing. Shinso could see Sero standing with a drink talking to Yuga. Waving him down, he walked stiffly towards him. “Hey, I’m not feeling well, I’m gonna head back.”

“Really, oh, shit, that sucks, this place is great. You need me to go back with you?”

“Nah, I’m good, he, um, Ojiro is gonna take me back.” Shinso pointed behind him where the driver stood by the staircase.

“Cool, okay, I’ll see you tomorrow then,” Sero clasped his forearm.

Nodding Shinso went back up to Ojiro, they walked out into the late-night air, the car he had called drove up, taking them back to the hotel. Standing in the elevator Ojiro hit the button for their floor.

Shinso peeked at him as he stood watching the lights on the panel. He suddenly felt awkward, it was a strange feeling, he always knew what to say and if he didn’t, he said something outrageous. Fidgeting, his heart began to race, he wiped his palms on his pants. The elevator opened, the driver headed down the hall. Stopping short behind him, Shinso turned in the opposite direction. “I’ll see you, I’m gonna go to my room.”

“I think you should come hang out a bit,” Ojiro stopped holding out his hand.

“Why, so you can fuck me?” Purple eyes stared past him, “no thanks.”

“I don’t mess with brats,” Ojiro shook his head, “I told you that. If you want to go back and lie in your cold bed thinking of how my spanking made your dick hard, go ahead. Or, come with me and I can take care of you, I’ll rub some medicine on your skin, we’ll just relax, maybe talk? Nothing more.”

Shinso thought for about half a second, “I’ll come with you.” Reaching out, he took his hand.

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mogivonshogi · 2 years ago

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TAMING OF THE CREW

Bakusquad x Fem!reader Insert

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I recently read a great story on Tumblr by @succubisblog

Bakusquad G*ngbang Drabble 18+ - Link to story (also reblogged on my Tumblr account). If you want to read it first.

Love a great GB, but got me thinking about how I could make a sequel with a TWIST! You know I LOVE me some fluffy GngBng!!

Enjoy!!

STOP! If you are not over 18, please DNI

4 men 1 woman/use of slut/whore/praise/daddy/baby girl. Blowjob, toys, penetration/ references to anal sex

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Sitting in the living room, you suck down a coffee while typing on your laptop, you glance at the clock, not much time, you need to finish.

“Hey, (y/n), you’re not streaming yet?” Looking up you see Mina come out of her bedroom. She stumbles and collapses onto the couch. “Fuck,” she moans.

“What the hell?” You move in time as her head almost lands in your lap.

“Sorry,” she spins around looking up, her skin white and sweaty. Touching her forehead lightly you frown, furrowing your brows. “Crap,” she touches her face, “that bad?”

“Kinda,” you turn your attention back to the computer. “I heard you went to the frat party last night. The football players?” You give her a hard stare.

“They had a live band!” She whines.

Shrugging you laugh, “you know why those guys hire them, right?”

“I know, I know, but-”

“Fuck!” The door slams as your other roommate storms into the apartment throwing down her grocery bags.

“Whoa! What the hell girl? What’s wrong?”

Looking up she just shakes her head, putting away her food.

You notice Mina covering her face, glancing between the two of them, you watch as food is all but thrown into the fridge.

“Seriously, what’s wrong?”

“Mina,” she shoves her empty bags into the pantry and stalks to the couch. “Next time you get drunk at their fucking frat house, you” she points in her face, “are on your own!” Marching down the hall she disappears into her room, slamming her door.

“What happened to-” you pause seeing the look on Mina’s face. “No,” you cover your mouth, looking down the hall and back at her, she nods. “With her?” She nods again. “Of all the people, I never thought she’d get sucked into that nonsense.”

“Helllloooo!” Ochako opens the door, her cheeks red from the cool air. Pulling off her coat, she plops into the chair across from you. “It feels nice in here, but we should turn the heat up,” she rubs her arms. You throw a blanket at her. Laughing she wraps herself up, “what’s wrong with her?” She nods towards Mina.

“Hungover.” Mina moans loudly as emphasis.

“Crap you didn’t go to the frat party last night did you?”

“I did but Bakugou called an Uber for me.” You snort loudly grabbing your computer, you begin typing again. “What?!” Mina looks up at you.

“Only because,” you cast a look down the hall, “someone else was getting gangbanged, otherwise it would’ve been you Mina.”

“Oh shit!” Ochako leans forward, “did-”

“Yes,” Mina sighed, getting up. “She came to get me last night because I was drunk and I guess she got sweet-talked into playing with them.”

“She hates them!”

“She does,” you agree.

“You can’t trust them,” Mina quips.

“Then why’d you go?” Ochako’s voice is icy, almost snippy.

“They had Wrong Way/One Way playing last night,” Mina pulls the other blanket off the couch and curls around the fuzzy softness. “You know how much I like them...” her voice trails off as she picks at the edge of the blanket.

“How does anyone get sweet-talked into ‘playing’ with those guys,” you roll your eyes. “They think they’re god’s gift to sex.” You look back at the computer keeping your eyes downcast, you don’t want them to see the disappointment in your eyes. “Who was there last night?” You side-eye Mina.

“I think just Kiri, Bakugou and Denki?” She shakes her head, “I can’t imagine all those cocks at once could be that good,” giggling as she buries her face in the blanket.

“Um,” Ochako coughs slightly blushing, “it’s pretty amazing.” Looking up, your brows shoot up. Blushing redder, she looks away.

“You too?”

“Not all of them, it was just Bakugou and Kirishima,” she jumps up, going into the kitchen, she grabs the kettle. “Anyone want tea?”

“I do,” Mina looks up, “I can’t believe you fucked them Ochako!” She bites her lip, “so is it true?”

“What true?” Ochako flips the heat on the kettle and pulls out the tea.

Shrugging she picks more at the blanket, “I heard they can make you orgasm like ten times.” You peer at her for a moment and look back at Ochako.

“Ten is an exaggeration, but,” she smiles wistfully, “it was close.”

“Seriously?” Mina stands up, her skin growing paler, “oh shit, I shouldn’t move that fast.”

“Sit down before you puke on the rug,” you push her back. “So, how many times did they cum?” Ochako crinkles her forehead.

“Crap, (y/n),” she laughs, “I can’t remember, maybe two times each?”

“Anything else?”

“Anything else?” She tilts her head, giving you a quizzical look, “besides cumming?”

“Did they tie you up? Blindfold you?” You turn off your computer, it’s time to stream soon.

“Oh!” Ochako blooms another shade of red. “No, Bakugou controls the whole thing, he told Kiri what to do with me,” a soft smile plays on her lips. “And he gets pretty verbal, things like ‘be a good whore’ and ‘look only at me’. He has a daddy kink too.” She pours hot water over the tea and lifts one for you.

“He does?” standing up you grab the tea cup, “thanks.”

“What are you doing? A research paper on them?” Ochako laughs nervously as she hands Mina one of the mugs.

“Sort of,” you give her a weak smile as you pick up your stuff and walk down the hall.

“Good luck on your stream,” Mina calls as you head into your room.

Sitting down on your bed, you sigh heavily. Katsuki Bakugou was someone that had been stuck in your head for a long time. You’d been in a freshman class your first semester with him and his whole crew. They’d been different then, as nervous as everyone else, well everyone but Bakugou, he’d been cocky from the start.

Stop it!

Scolding yourself, you focus on getting ready for class, Rolling out your yoga mat, you set up the ring light, still trying to shake off those feelings from long ago. Try as you might though, unwanted memories continue floating through your mind. Somehow you’d ended up at the same table as them and had been assigned to a project with Bakugou. It had been a complicated research presentation and you’d had to meet several times. What you discovered was that he was actually a fairly nice person, not something most knew about him. While you had hid it well, it was during that time you’d fallen for him, nursing a one-sided crush. It was right after that project he’d pledged the fraternity with all of his friends and then you rarely saw him, except for tests or presentations. You found out someone was taking notes for the group and based on the stories you knew they were either on the football field or throwing parties. Their fraternity parties were getting more wild and word spread about their legendary gangbangs. You’d steered clear of them at that point and pushed away your feelings for Bakugou. Well, at least tried, you still listened to the rumors and it was the growing stories of their sexual prowess that had piqued your interest. Not that you ever planned on getting sucked into their shit, but it was around that time you started your own journey into increasing your own sexual abilities. You weren’t sure why…or did you know? Smiling, you sit and flip on your stream. In some way you still feel weirdly connected to him, like a scratch that had never been itched. You’d been motivated to think you could be his equal or maybe better and deep down you do know why. “Ten orgasms,” you mutter sarcastically but an intense ache throbs through your clit, sucking in a deep breath, you look up at the ceiling. The fantasy you nursed was quite simple, you’d dreamed that you could make him so desperate from your sexual abilities that he’d devote himself to you. Laughing off the wild dream, you see the camera light click red.

“Alright, we are almost done for tonight everyone,” you sit down on your mat. The room is softly lit now by candles, your ring light turned down. “Great job, remember this session is for new people and I know,” you hold up your hands, “in the beginning you don’t think you feel anything. Trust me, I was there once too.” Pausing as you read some comments, you laugh at the sarcastic quips, “I promise in a few months your muscles will get stronger and before you know it, you’ll be able to really tell the difference.” Stretching your arms over your head, you read more in the chat. “Hi Simpplaidgirl,” you laugh to yourself, the user names always make you chuckle. “I stream twice a week to go over exercises and questions. I know these seem really basic but,” you sit up tall pointing to your lower abdomen, “we need to increase the strength in our pelvic floor muscles before learning how to isolate our vaginal walls. The beginning is just doing contractions, but as you advance we will move on to squeezing and learning how to move the right and left sides compared to the front and back of our canal. In fact, you will be able to lock, twist and pulse your partner’s penis deep inside you.” You wink, “I can even suck a vibrator completely into my vagina, push it out and pull it back in again,” wiggling your fingers, “with no hands.” Grinning you see the comments flying through one after the other. “I know, I know but look if I can do it, so can you. Right now though we need to stretch and then anyone who wants to stay,” you hold up a dildo, “we’ll be going over blowjob techniques.” You lay back looking into the camera, “now, lift up your right leg and cross it over your left.”

Running as fast as you can down the hall, you see the room number, “finally,” you hiss out and dash into the room. Stopping you manage to grab the door before it bangs shut behind you. A few people look up and then back to the professor, who is writing out the lecture notes on the board. Scanning the room you spy a table with a couple of open chairs and race to it, sitting down quickly, you pull out your laptop. Taking a moment to breathe you pick up on what the professor is saying. A small cough to your right gets your attention, looking over you freeze, hands hovering above your keyboard. It’s him, your heart leaps in your chest, blood pounds almost painfully through your body. A cocky grin sweeps across his face, winking Katsuki smirks at you. You finally manage to smile back but realize he’s already focused on the lecture again. Shaking your head you quickly start copying what is on the board. After a few moments you cast a quick glance back around the table, your stomach doing a flip, they’re all there. Eijiro smiles at you briefly as he types into his computer, Kaminari is busy playing on his phone. Swallowing hard you realize you picked the absolute worst seat in the world, the only one missing is Sero. The door closes again and someone crosses the room and sits in the empty seat next to you, looking over you almost groan out loud, it’s Sero. He grins at you as he pulls out his computer. Focusing on the professor you refuse to smile back, trying to pretend you’re anywhere else. The lecture isn’t long, you breathe a sigh of relief as the professor wraps up.

“I have a small project for each table to complete over winter break,” he points to a stack of papers. “This isn’t difficult but it’s an excellent warm up for our final.” Someone grabs the papers and starts handing them out. “Let’s not get fancy, whatever table you're with right now is your group. Please write your names on one of the papers going around so that I know who is at what table. This should only take you a couple of weeks, so good luck everyone.”

Your mouth falls open as the TA slides the blank sheet of paper onto your table. Denki writes his name and pushes it to Kiri who slides it over to Sero, grabbing the sheet from him, Bakugou quickly scribbles on it and hands it back to the assistant.

“Uh, wait!” You reach out towards the TA as he walks away. “Hey,” you glare at Katsuki, “what about me?”

“What about you?”

The gleam in his eye makes you pause, “I need to put my name on the list.” You wonder why you’re even arguing. “I actually have to get a good grade in this class,” you huff, as much as you hate to work with them, you have to keep up your gpa for your grad school applications.

Packing up his bag, he shrugs, “I put your name down.”

“You - You know who I am?” Your voice slowly rises in disbelief.

Ignoring you, he picks up a packet, “let’s meet on Thursday to get this done.” All three men look at him curiously.

“We have two weeks Bakugou,” Sero laughs, “what’s the rush?”

“I want to get it done, what the fuck’s the problem?”

Peeking at them as you push your computer into the bag you see everyone exchange quick glances, Kiri looks at you, an unreadable expression on his face.

“Thursday good for you? Um, sorry I don’t know your name.” Kiri asks, still looking at you.

“(Y/N), I’m Mina’s roommate,” Kaminari swings his head to look at you, a lascivious look on his face. You scowl at him, “other roommate.”

“Oh.”

“You room with Ochako too,” Eijiro closes his computer, his eyes twinkling.

“I do,” your voice clipped, you grab one of the project packs. “I have a better idea, let’s assign duties and that way we can work online.”

“We have to get to practice,” Bakugou shoves back his chair. Reaching over he writes a number on your paperwork, “text me to confirm Thursday or we’ll find another day.” He starts for the door.

Staring at the phone number, your mind is spinning, you need to figure something out quickly. “Thursday I have something and I’m usually slammed during the week, how about this weekend?” You smile wide, they always have parties or games, weekends would never be good for them.

“We can do Friday,” Kaminari is already looking at his phone, “bye week this week.”

“Oh, what’s a bye week?” You ask lamely, Friday night was definitely worse.

“Means no game,” Kiri throws his bag over his shoulder, “we can meet anytime after 5, just let Bakugou know when you can get together.” Giving you a long look, he follows the rest of the group.

“(Y/N)?” You turn to see Ochako at a table across the way. “Where were you?” Standing, she watches them leave, “I saved you a seat.”

Closing your eyes, you want to cry, “I forgot they changed rooms this week and went to the auditorium.”

“Oh shit. So, who are you working with on the project?” She cocks a brow knowingly.

“No one,” you groan, grabbing your bag. “Let’s go.”

Sitting on your bed, you bite your lip, your finger hovering over your phone. Finally you type in his number. You’ve already decided that a public place was the only way you’d meet with them.

(Y/n) - Friday is fine, 6 pm at the library

The text sits unread, waiting a few minutes, you breathe out. “Crap,” you set down the phone just as it flashes with his response.

(Bakugou) - Library closed early on Friday, meet at our fraternity house - same time.

“What?!” Opening the campus website you scroll quickly to the information page, there on the top is the announcement of the library closure on Friday through Monday. “Nooo!” You wail, staring at the screen trying to think of any other place.

(Y/n) - No, a cafe instead

(Bakugou) - You know I don’t like working at places like that, fraternity house or ask the prof for a different group.

You can practically hear the growl behind the text. “Shit,” clearly he knows who you are and remembers the time you’d spent working on the last project. He’d never wanted to meet anywhere public and had always insisted on the private dorm study rooms available only to freshmen. Sighing, you debate your choices. Your phone flashes with another text.

(Bakugou) - Worried?

Snorting you glare at your phone. “Yes,” you mumble.

(Y/N) - No

(Bakugou) - See you Friday then, 6 pm - our house.

“Ugh!” Flopping down on your bed, you hug your pillow. Why, why, why? Why did you wait to take this class with Ochako, you’d be done by now! Why did you forget the classroom change today? Sighing you close your eyes, outside of asking for a table switch, which you dreaded, the damn professor had been anything but nice, you’d have to go and work on the project with them. Picking up your phone you read through the texts again. He’d remembered you, a small thrill courses through your body. You’d figured he’d forgotten, but he’d actually remembered your name. Sitting back up, you touch the screen of your phone, the thrill turning into a deeper ache. Friday night, hugging your knees, the swirling of nervous energy in your stomach turns into a full storm blowing through your body. Isn’t this what you’d wanted all along? “Here’s your chance girl, grab it,” you whisper but you're still trembling. You’d spent over two years perfecting your skills for one man, you steel yourself, even if he comes with a pack, it was worth everything. It would be a challenge but you wanted him to be the one having ten orgasms. Laughing, you jump up, opening your closet and begin picking out your clothes carefully.

Getting out of your car, you smooth your clothes. You chose a simple black skirt and a soft low cut blouse that showed the swell of your breasts without being blatant. Underneath you wore black silk thigh highs with your favorite dark pink lingerie set, a butt plug firmly in place. You’d hydrated, eaten right, cleaned everything and packed your toys, since your past boyfriends always struggled to bring you to orgasm, you’d decided to bring your personal equipment, in case the rumors weren’t true. Working your way to the large fraternity house, you knew you were more than prepared physically. Squeezing your pussy walls together in a quick whipping motion you try to make yourself feel confident. If something did happen and anyone was going to be begging for more tonight, it would be them. The fantasy you’d nursed for three years was taking shape as you stepped up on the wide porch, gripping the handle of your backpack tightly, you bravely knock on the door. It swings wide as Denki smiles and waves.

“There you are.”

Your heart leaps in your chest. Smiling back your calm face hides the crazed emotions rolling through your mind and body.

“Come in,” he motions for you to follow him through the large home. Walking through the expansive hallway, you stare at the multitude of paintings and pictures, the house is really beautiful.

“How does this place stay so nice?”

“What?” Denki turns to look at you following your gaze.

“The parties,” you explain.

“Oh, those are held out back,” he waves his hand over his head, “there’s a rec room that way, we try to keep these areas free of all that shit.”

“That's gotta be hard,” you note the wood is in almost perfect condition. He laughs and bounds up the steps, turning he watches you come up the rest of the stairs not moving as you step on the top step.

“You’re really pretty,” Kaminari appraises your body, “what a waste.”

You choke for a moment, “ a waste?” You blink, was he being serious?

“Yeah,” he looks over his shoulder, “we were given strict instructions-”

“Denki!” Bakugou shouts, interrupting as he strides out of a wide door across from the stairs, “where the hell is she?” Poking your head around the smaller blonde’s body you smile.

“Here.” You see his eyes flare for a moment as he clicks his tongue.

“We don’t have all day, let’s get this done.”

Following Denki, you walk into a room that appears to be an oversized library or office, you aren’t sure which. A large desk sits to one side surrounded by endless shelves of books. Several large tables fill the room, Sero and Eijiro sit with their computers, both don’t look happy. You set your bag on the table, “great way to spend Friday night, right?” You mutter apologetically. Sero glares over at Bakugou then down at his computer.

“No one had plans,” Katsuki sits down pointing to an empty chair, “take that seat.”

“I grabbed some more drinks and snacks,” Sero pushes more food onto the table, without glancing up you grab some chips and begin munching. It’d been three hours and you were exhausted, but true to his word Bakugou had made everyone power through and you were finally done.

“A title page and that’s it,” leaning back you stretch and stand up, bouncing around trying to get the blood back into your legs.

“I’ve got that,” Kirishima finishes typing while watching you jump around.

“That’s it?” Denki lays on his arm, closing his eyes in relief. “If this was an easy warm up, man, that final is going to be killer.”

“We could study for it together if you want,” the words are out of your mouth before you realize what you’ve said, you close your mouth. He lifts his head for a moment then plops back down.

“Maybe.”

Feeling relief at his non-committal attitude you sit back down. The whole night had been so normal you really meant what you said. The group had studied and put together the project, no stares or winks, some smiles and a few glances at your chest, but nothing else. Your confidence had been growing by leaps and bounds as you’d watched them work together naturally. Clearly Bakugou was in charge, Kiri and Denki seemed to rely on him the most, both flanking him on either side. You’d chuckled at how they hung on his words and actions. Eijiro was sincere and hard working, seeking praise from Bakugou while Kaminari just played around the whole time and only offered a few bits of help when Katsuki snarled at him. Sero seemed to be the only one that would challenge Bakugou at anything. It was at these times that Katsuki would listen and make his decision, whereas with Denki and Kiri, he usually immediately dismissed them, until Sero agreed with them and then he would soften and contemplate the disagreement.

“We’re done,” Kirishima looks at his phone, “and it’s still early.”

Glancing at your own phone, it's just after 9, your nerves start to pick back up. Would they say something now? “Glad that’s over,” you laugh self-consciously, cleaning up your stuff, you peek up at Bakugou. He’s focused on his computer.

“I sent everyone the project,” he looks up. “I don’t think we have to present this one, but if we do, we’ll figure it out later.” His red eyes land on you, “is that cool?” He notices a slight hesitation flicker across your face as you nod. “I guess that’s a night then,” standing he stretches and comes up behind you, reaching for your bag.

“Why in a hurry?” Denki snickers softly, leaning his chin into his hands, he bats his long gold lashes.

“Cut it out,” Katsuki grabs your bag and pulls your chair out, he glares at Kaminari.

“What’s up Bakugou?” Sero tips his head, “don’t want to share her?”

“Share me?” You step back, colliding into Katsuki’s solid chest. “S-sorry!” You jump forward stumbling, his hand catches your arm holding you steady.

“Oi, stop moving around.” Casting an annoyed look at Sero, his jaw clenches. “She isn’t someone that could handle this group.” Tugging on your arm, he softens his tone. “Get your computer and I’ll walk you to your car.”

“Can’t handle this group?” You spin around glaring at him, “I’m not some baby!” Fiercely grabbing your bag in Katsuki’s hands, you pull it away from him.

“I’ve got it,” Bakugou barks, pulling at the same time.

“Wait! NO!” You watch in horror as the bag tips upside down, one by one your toys spill out onto the floor. First your clit vibrator, followed by your vibrating beads, then the bottle of lube lands with a thud, spinning a few times and rolling to a stop at Bakugou’s feet.

Tilting his head, a cocky grin crosses his face. “Maybe I judged you wrong (y/n)?” Leaning over he picks up the items from the floor and sets them on the table, still holding the small vibrator. He cups your chin running a thumb across your lips. “Were you hoping for an after-study session?” Lifting the device he pushes the button to start the buzzing.

You hear chairs scrape back as the others stand. “Whatcha got there?” Sero picks up the lube, “this is good stuff, what are you planning on doing with this?” His tone is playful.

For a moment you want to run and hide, to take back all the preparation, maybe you weren’t ready for this group. Staring down you try to think of what to say, slowly looking up you stare into those molten red eyes, staring at you openly now, a fire ignites deep inside you. The surge of desire you’ve been holding back all these past years floods your senses. Biting his thumb still on your lip, you smile. “The vibrator,” you reach up and touch the button to turn up the intensity, “is because no can bring me to orgasm without this,” your voice edged with the challenge. Grinning wickedly, his thumb slides over the device to turn it off.

“Then I guess we won’t need it,” tossing it back on the table, he flicks a quick look at Sero, “grab the lube.” Laying a hand on your backside, he squeezes your ass.

Watching the vibrator bounce on the table, you tilt your head, “you sure about that?“ You tease, looking around at the others, moving around you, their eyes gleaming with desire. “Are we going to do it here?” you thump the table. There is a flicker of uncertainty for a brief second in Bakugou’s eyes, you smile inwardly to your toes, you’ve surprised him. “Not that I mind, but is there somewhere a bit more comfortable?” You reach out and run a finger along his jawline, “since there’s so many of us.” Rough hands land on your hips.

“Let’s go to Bakugou’s room,” Eijiro kisses your ear sending a tremor through your body, his fingers kneading your hips.

Tipping your head back so your lips are as close to his ear as possible, you run your hand through his hair, “what a good boy,” you murmur so softly only he can hear, his face flushes a deep red. He stares at you, the same look of uncertainty shines in his eyes. You conceal a triumphant smile.

Bakugou jerks you suddenly from Kiri’s grip, slamming you into his chest, looping his arm heavily over your shoulders. “This way,” he leads you abruptly out the door and down the hall, opening his bedroom door. The others walk quickly behind him. Stopping he swings you around, his mouth covers yours in a punishing kiss, rough and urgent, you revel in the fierceness, looping your arm around his neck you push into him, demanding even more. You feel hands sliding up your skirt.

“Wait,” you try to pull back but Katsuki presses you tightly against his body.

“No waiting, (y/n), you’re ours now,” Denki snickers, closing and locking the door.

Peering around Bakugou’s shoulder you give Denki a smoldering look that freezes him in his tracks, “if you want to play Kaminari, then everyone plays by my rules.” Sweeping a gaze at each man, you lift a brow, “otherwise nothing happens.”

“Too late-”

“What rules?” Bakugou growls, cutting off Sero, he lays a heavy hand on your face, “go on.”

“No filming,” you peek again at Denki, who is already holding up his phone, his gold eyes darting to Katsuki. “If I tap someone or call out that I’m in pain, then everyone has to stop so I can get comfortable again, afterall,” you level a sultry gaze at Katsuki who is looming above you, “this is about pleasure, right?”

“Yeah,” he points to Denki, “no camera,” turning back he waits for a moment but you’re quiet, “anything else?”

“One last thing,” taking a deep breath you summon every shred of courage possible. The fantasy that has played in your mind is now a possibility, you’re going to grab for the brass ring. “If I can make all of you cum before I do, you all have to be my devoted slaves for one month.”

“Your what?” His brows furrow.

“You heard me,” you smirk at Katsuki’s incredulous look, “if I win then for one month, you and your crew have to do whatever I ask.” You spread your hands over his chest, “maybe slaves is too harsh a word.” You look at all of them, “let’s say devoted boyfriends for one month if I can make all of you cum before I do.” His tongue clicks lightly as he studies you.

“All of us cum first? Shit, I’ll take that bet any day.” Sero laughs. “What do we get?”

You glance at Sero, “If I lose, then I’ll be the devoted slave for whoever doesn’t cum during the next thirty days.” You pat Sero’s shoulder, “are you in?” You turn to Eijiro whose face is still bright red, “Kirishima?”

“Well, I, uh,” he’s staring desperately at Katsuki.

“You serve all of us or no deal,” Bakugou snaps, “and we choose who goes when and where.”

Twisting your lips, you nod slightly, “okay, I agree to serve all of you but” you shake your head, “we decide together on who goes when.” You don’t want Bakugou first, your body is already too fired up from touching him. You know you need to finish off the others first, if he’s last and feeling pressured you had a chance with him.

“Worried?” He laughs sarcastically, “or maybe your bark is worse than your bite,” he hooks his thumb into the corner of your mouth, opening your lips you let him press inside, you don’t answer. “Who goes first then?” He doesn’t take his thumb out of your mouth, you flick a glance at Denki, then to Sero and last to Kirishima. Chuckling he grins wide.

“Denki, you’ve been underestimated again,” he laughs as your eyes widen. Digging his thumb deeper, he steps within an inch of your face, “our cameraman has delayed ejaculation, that’s why he mainly films, he takes too long.”

“Why?” You mouth around his thumb.

“Cause I like a strong grip,” Denki sidles up alongside you, “been masturbating so long, I only cum with a tight fist, no pussy gives me that feeling.”

Pulling out his thumb, Katsuki sweeps his gaze up your body, “so, I go last? How about you warm up Sero in your mouth while Denki fucks you for the next hour or until your senseless?” He pulls off his T-shirt. Your eyes go owl wide as you stare at his chest. Laughing at your expression, Katsuki tosses his shirt to the side, “this is like taking candy from a fucking baby.”

The rest of them take off their shirts, looking around, you realize you’re in the middle of four of the most beautiful men you’ve ever seen. “My turn,” you shake off yourself mentally and slip off your shirt, exposing the lacy bra you’d chosen. This piece has always been your favorite as it shows your breasts off perfectly. You hear a soft whistle.

“Damn, (y/n), you hide those way too well,” Kaminari’s eyes are glued to your chest. He was definitely a boob man, reaching forward you take his hands and put them on your breasts feeling your nipples harden under his warmth. Whatever it took to get him excited fast would make it easier to get him to cum. His hands begin to knead you roughly, pinching your nipples, your body wakes up pushing a soft moan from your lips.

“Don’t make this too easy on us,” Kaminari leans over pushing aside the lace and suckles at your nipple. Another moan, this one louder erupts from your lungs. His tongue flicking at your hard nub. His mouth feels amazing but you know getting yourself to orgasm isn’t easy, something only you have been able to do with your toys. You can hear the others begin removing the rest of their clothes, you reach and unclip your skirt letting it pool at your ankles, exposing black thigh highs and your strappy thong with small chains running around your hips.

“Fuck,” you hear Kiri breath out, turning to him, you grab his face and pull him in for a deep kiss, playing with his tongue. Sero’s mouth closes around your other nipple, you utter a guttural groan in the kiss. Two at once with different tempos is mind blowing.

“Since everyone is so busy, let me start back here,” Bakugou walks behind you, slapping your ass appreciatively. Getting down on his knees, he pulls your thong aside and pauses, tapping your butt plug. “Looks like we have someone that likes ass play.”

“What?” Sero snaps his head up, “seriously? Oh shit,” he breathes out.

“No ass for you Sero, you’ll cum just thinking about it, in fact, her fucking ass is off limits for everyone.”

“Katsuki!”

“Fucking shut it, after she cums Sero, win the damn bet and you can fuck her ass all you want for the next thirty days.” Pushing his face between your legs, he begins licking up your already drenched folds. “She’s nice and wet already,” he laughs, reaching deep with his tongue.

You shiver at the sudden intrusion, heat building into your pussy, you focus back on the kiss with Kiri, pushing away the intense throbbing now pulsing under your clit.

Sero latches back onto your nipple, now nipping, “I’ll fucking make you cum, (y/n). I want that ass.”

“I think this little slut will cum before one cock splits this pussy,” Bakugou smiles as he feels your walls flutter in reaction to his mouth. “You like that?” He runs his hands up your legs enjoying the silky feel of your stockings.

“Mmmm,” you move your hips back to push his mouth against your clit.

“Kinda risky, don’t you think?” His mouth wraps around your swollen clit as he begins to suck. You mewl loudly at the sweet feeling of his tongue dragging you into his mouth rhythmically.

“F-Fuck,” you kiss Eijiro deeper, reacting to the others working on your body. You’ve never experienced so many sensations at once, you need to get Denki into your body before you give them too much time. “Lube?” You pull back digging your fingers into Sero’s soft hair, he bites your nipple and looks up, black eyes glittering. Reaching back, he pulls the bottle off the table. Snagging it, you pump some in your hand, you grasp Denki’s swollen cock. Slathering him liberally, you fist his dick tightly and begin to stroke. His mouth falls open releasing your nipple as he gasps from your grip. You feel Bakugou pull away from your pussy.

“Kaminari,” he stands quickly, grabbing your hand. “You’ll fucking cum too fast that way,” he growls, “fucking dunce head.” Pushing him sideways, he grabs your face from Kiri’s mouth, squeezing your cheeks, “on all fours, now.” His hand presses hard on your back.

Stumbling forward you grab Sero to balance yourself, his hands guide you down. “Thanks,” you mumble, getting yourself comfortable.

“Shove your dick in her mouth,” he nods to Sero.

“I know what the fuck to do Bakugou,” he grins as you look up opening your mouth wide, tongue hanging out. “What a good fucking slut,” Sero strokes your cheek, “let’s see what you can do with this,” he smiles, shoving his dick into your face.

Playful, he likes playful. Looping your fingers around his stiff cock, you suck hard, working the tip with your lips and tongue. Denki’s hands are on your ass, spreading you open, you shudder waiting as he slides his hard dick against you.

“Damn you look so fucking good,” Denki licks his lips, “don’t even need lube, you’re so fucking wet.” Sliding slowly into your pussy, his eyes close as you grip him tightly. “Oh fuck yeah, that feels good.”

Bakugou wiggles himself under your body, his mouth latching onto your nipple, he sucks hard. He reaches down at the same time, fingering your throbbing clit. “Gonna make you cum fast,” he pinches your clit.

Squeezing your eyes shut you wiggle as his fingers start to pull at the increasing restlessness inside you. Distract yourself. Concentrating back on Sero, you tease him as you bounce and suck on his cock, slowly taking him all the way into your mouth. Finally you plunge his cock against the back of your throat. Glancing sideways you see Kiri is watching you with a tight expression on his face. Pumping lube in your hand, you reach out for him. He catches your fingers and guides you to his stiff cock, its huge, side-eyeing him again, you see it, thick and long. You shudder again as Denki pushes deeper starting to pump into your pussy, the incredible jolt from his cock and Bakugou’s finger on your clit has you groaning on Sero’s cock.

“That’s it baby, cum for daddy,” Bakugou times his rhythm on your clit with Denki’s thrusts.

Clenching your throat around Sero, you’re surprised by the first telltale pops pulling tautly deep inside your body. You have to finish Denki off and fast. Fighting the growing orgasm, you lock down on him just as thrusts hard inside you. He likes it tight. Caught in your vice grip, you feel him try to pull back a few times, his cock stuck in your pussy.

“Hey-” Your next move rips the words from his brain.

Squeezing his cock with all your strength, you move the walls of your pussy back and forth, stroking him in a fast twisting motion.

“H-HEY!” Denki squeals, you feel his hands on your ass trying to pull back even harder. His attempts make you almost giggle as you raise your eyes up to Sero and open your mouth around his dick, letting saliva spill down your chin, you smile.

“Good girl,” he murmurs all of his attention on your mouth.

Keeping Denki in an iron grip, you begin to contract your pussy quickly, pulsing along his whole shaft, mimicking a tight hand job. His cock bulges as you stroke faster. Grinning, you continue to suckle Sero as you run a thumb over the tip of Kiri’s cock, precum gushes over your fingers. The masterful finger on your clit is driving you wild but you continue to push it out of your mind concentrating hard on making Denki cum.

“(Y/N)” Kaminari whimpers as his cock starts twitching, whatever you’re doing feels just like an iron fist squeezing his whole dick. “Don’t - fuck - don’t-“ his balls pull tight as a deep pulsing pulls through his muscles. Digging his fingers into your hips, he screams, “OH HELL!!”

The finger on your clit stops as you pull Kaminari’s cock deeper into your pussy with another fast contraction, his body shaking as he lets out another loud cry, his hips thrusting unmoving against you as hot cum fills your pussy. Sighing, you relax your body, pushing your mouth down Sero’s length again. One down.

Feeling your pussy release him, Denki pulls out fast, falling back, he catches himself as he lands on his ass. Sagging onto the carpet, his body still trembling, he looks up to see Bakugou sit up and stare at him sprawled on the ground.

“Did you fucking cum?” Disbelief on his face.

You see Katsuki out of the corner of your eye move behind you, pulsing your pussy outward, you push Denki’s thick cum out so he can see your first victory. If your mouth wasn’t filled with Sero’s cock, you’d laugh at his deep growl of frustration. Opening wider as Sero thrusts, you catch his cock on the ridges of your throat, swallowing rapidly, you squeeze and release the tip of his dick. His fingers dig hard into your hair as he starts shaking, yanking your face into his body, he thrusts hard. Your tongue moves non-stop, coaxing him to orgasm. A large hand grabs your fingers wrapped around Kiri’s dick.

“Stop,” Bakugou unhooks your hand.

“Fuck! Bakugou, that felt fucking good.” Kiri catches his breath.

“Yeah? Too fucking good, you wanna be her bitch for a month?”

“No?” For a moment Eijiro isn’t really sure he cares.

“Sero!” He snaps, but he can see his jaw is slack as he thrusts into your mouth. His head tips back as he moans loudly. “Fuck! Sero!” Too late, Katsuki sees his eyes flutter as he pumps hard, his mouth working open and shut, gritting his teeth at the last moment.

Sucking hard, you’re rewarded as cum fills your mouth, hot and tangy, sliding down your throat and overflowing over your tongue, you grin as you pull back. Opening your mouth you turn to Katsuki, cum oozing down your lips, eyes twinkling, you hold up two fingers.

“Kaminari,” he yanks him to his feet. “Go back to the study, get her vibrating thing, it's on the table.”

Sitting up on your knees, you smile, “worried?” You try to keep a light teasing tone but your stomach clenches, if he uses the vibrator, you’re toast. Standing slowly you press yourself against him. “I guess you’re like all the others then?” Licking the cum from your lips slowly, you frown, “no one can ever get me off without that toy.” He squints at you, his eyes a fiery red. Grabbing your throat, he tightens his hand for a moment, you relax under his fingers. “Daddy,” you whisper hoarsely, “don’t hurt me,” his hand starts to cut off your airflow.

“Don’t fuck with me,” he snarls.

“Not yet,” you croak, winking as you look towards Kiri, “he’s next.”

“That’s right,” laughing harshly Katsuki releases your throat, “it’s his turn.” Slapping his friend on the shoulder he smiles. “Eijiro, time to use that big dick on our girl here and get her so cock drunk, she won’t know which end is fucking up.” Denki bursts through the door with your toy handing it to him. Palming the device, he puts it on the bookcase. “We’ll see how you like Kiri first,” he smirks knowingly. Pushing you roughly down again, his hand lands on your ass with a loud crack.

Pain sings across your skin as you jerk up, pushing you down again, his hand lands on your other ass cheek. Crying out you close your eyes, sucking in a deep breath.

“Those are fucking hot Bakugou,” Kiri fingers the perfect white hand prints outlined in red on each side of your ass.

“That’s right,” Katsuki settles himself in front of you, grabbing your chin, he forces you to look at him. “Daddy’s in fucking charge now and our little girl is gonna cum so hard, she’ll paint your dick white Kiri.” Pointing, he nods at him, “no fucking mercy.” Grinning wide, Eijiro grabs your hips and pushes himself inside you in one thrust.

“F-f-f” you stutter as your pussy spreads wide, painfully full. Thrusting deeper he manages to hit your favorite spot. “N-No,” you stammer as he begins to fuck you hard.

“That’s it,” Bakugou feels your body letting go, your eyes are clouding over. “Look at me,” he locks eyes with you, “Now I know why I've always liked you,” he grins, “you’re such a cocky little slut, would’ve never guessed.” He laughs as your face begins to melt in pleasure. “You rattled me by taking two out at once, but Kiri’s gonna drill you now.”

FOCUS! Your brain is numb but your body responds, wiggling forwards you try finding Kiri’s rhythm, “so big,” you whisper.

“Where’re you going?” Kiri wraps his hands around your waist. “You’re not going anywhere slut,” pulling your body backwards, he relishes in the cries coming from you, your head jerking back at his merciless fucking.

“He's deep in there, huh, baby girl?” Bakugou slides his fingers into your mouth, “suck,” he hisses at you.

Nodding you wrap your lips around his hand, Kiri’s cock is pushing at building the climax at an unrelenting pace. Control! Control! your mind chants, your endless training takes over, you clamp hard with all your muscles at once to slow him down. Timing your squeezing with his thrusts, you begin milking his cock.

“Oh wow,” Kiri’s eyes grow wide, he’s struggling to thrust, stopping he begins to grind in deep instead, he gasps as your pussy begins sliding up and down his cock, starting at the base and moving upwards suckling the tip and back again.

“What?” Bakugou sees his pace change, he looks back at you. “What the fuck’re you doing?”

Tears gather in your eyes, Eijiro’s cock is making you want to forget and just get carried away by the orgasm that’s growing beyond anything you’ve ever felt. Moving your pussy furiously, you continue milking Kiri, your teeth biting down on Bakugou’s fingers still in your mouth.

Tugging his hand from your mouth, he sees the look on Kiri’s face, “don’t fucking cum!” He leaps up to grab him.

Your pussy stretches painfully as Kiri’s cock bulges, YES! Ignoring the pain you move faster, milking with speed now, no more slow strokes. Closing your eyes you work hard as the telltale twitching begins, his fingers gripping painfully into your hips. Katsuki yanks his hand from your mouth, but you’ve got him. Eijiro’s balls, pressed hard against you, start jerking as a loud grunt fills the room. More hot cum fills your pussy, gushing out, dribbling down your leg. Panting hard, you drop to your forearms, letting him go as you relax trying to breathe. “Three,” you can barely talk, you're so close to cumming yourself. You're tired, more than ever, you slide off his spent dick and fall to the floor, swiping at the sweat on your forehead. Your hips thrusting unconsciously as your body is begging for release.

Seeing the look on Bakugou’s face, Kiri grimaces as he sits back. “I’m - I’m sorry, that,” he puts a hand on your ass gently, “she’s,” he grows quiet.

“She’s what?”

“Fucking amazing,” Kiri moves back not making eye contact.

Staring down at you, Katsuki watches as your hips move, you’re close to cumming, closer than you probably think. Katsuki thinks for a moment, you obviously enjoyed Eijiro but you’d still managed to not orgasm, something has to take you over the edge. Lifting his head, he points to the door, “everyone get the fuck out.”

“Hell no!” Denki’s lounging in the chair debating if he should still try to video everything, he wants everyone to hurry up so he can feel your pussy again. “This is better than porn man!” The look that crosses the big blonde’s face makes him jump up. Grabbing his clothes he shoots out the door, “let me know if I’ve gotta fuck toy or if I’m the chump,” he laughs as he goes out the door. Kiri stands unsteadily eyeing Bakugou.

“You sure?” he picks up his pants and slides them on, “I can help-”

“Go!”

“What about her ass?” Sero sighs, he squats down running his hand up your back.

Turning you smile up at him laughing, “if he loses then I’ll still let you fuck my ass.” Sero glances up at his glowering friend.

Leaning closer he smiles conspiratorially, “he loves his balls to be played with, he’ll cum in an instant.” Jumping up, Sero races out the door.

“Damn idiot!” Katsuki roars.

You try to call out thanks but you’re too tired. Instead you turn back and smile at Bakugou, who’s glaring at Sero’s retreating body, “you and I alone?” You're not sure what he’s doing, but the few minutes rest has helped, you’ve caught your breath and managed to tamp down your orgasm as best as possible. Flipping over you catch sight of Katsuki standing over you, his body is powerfully built, you see bruises across his left thigh, probably from football. Your eyes drift to his cock, you wince inwardly, it’s stiff and almost as big as Kiri. “Are you sure you want to be with me by yourself?” You keep your voice confident but you’re worried, Kiri had you at the edge. Sero’s hint might help but considering how you’re feeling you’ll probably cum first. His hand extends towards you, taking it hesitantly, he pulls you to your feet and into his arms.

“You’re the one that slipped away a long time ago,” he kisses your cheek, moving to your ear.

“Am I?” you practically purr as he runs his tongue along the shell of your ear, teasing you.

“Mmmm mmm.”

“Why don’t I believe that?” You tip your head laughing softly. “Are you trying to seduce me into cumming?” His chuckle vibrates against your ear, sending a spray of chills down your arms.

His hands wander over your body, touching lightly, he nuzzles your neck feeling your pulse beating wildly. “I’ve wanted to explore your body for a long time.”

“You have?” Your voice hitches slightly, closing your eyes, his breath is warm as he kisses your neck, his tongue igniting every inch of skin he licks. You’ve wanted to hear and feel him for so long, his touch is maddening, you have to keep it impersonal. “Then fuck me,” you wrap your hand around his silky cock.

Gritting his teeth, he pulls you into a kiss, “not yet,” he sucks at your lips, “I want to check out this body first,” pushing you back on the bed, he hauls you up propping you against the pillows. His mouth works its way down your neck. Listening to your gasps and moans, he follows your sounds as he runs his tongue along your collarbone, nipping at your skin, his rough hands massaging your breasts. Dipping his head, he pulls your nipple into his mouth, biting and sucking.

His hands on your body are too much, you can feel the throbbing tension returning fast, the taut ball tightening under your clit. “No,” you groan, his mouth sucks harder. Clamping your mouth shut you realize he’s reacting to your moans. Holding your breath, you try to keep yourself from making any noise. You try to focus on anything to keep from cumming but it’s just a matter of time, his mouth is stealing every thought from your head. You need him to hurry and just fuck you but even then you could be out of luck.

“That’s it,” Katsuki can see you can barely hold back anymore, you're trying to stay quiet but he can see you’re close. Smiling in his victory, he moves down between your legs, now for the final blow.

“No!” Jerking up, you buck your hips away from him.

“Hold still,” he grabs you tight, his tongue already swiping up your clit. “You taste like cum.” He lifts his head as you sit up grabbing his blonde spikes, your eyes wide.

“Please daddy,” you beg softly pulling out all the stops now, “just fuck me, isn’t that what this about? It’s me against you.” You see him contemplating what you’re proposing. Your exhaustion mixes into your broiling emotions, words start tumbling from your brain. “I - I never stopped liking you,” red eyes register surprise and something else. “I’ve been perfecting my technique for you, all of this time,” weaving your fingers into his hair, you tug, continuing your confession. “I’m really tired and,” you laugh, “close to cumming, so you’re probably gonna win, but let me show off a little bit of what I can do,” your brows raise pleadingly.

Watching you closely Katsuki can tell you’re not bullshitting, sitting up he presses your legs open. “Don’t worry (y/n), when you lose you can show me all your little tricks, I plan on using you everyday for the next month.”

Dragging his face to yours, you kiss him urgently, “fuck me then right now, please?” You moan in relief as he lines up to slide into you. Never have you wanted anyone so badly. Moving his cock along your pussy, he flicks the tip of his dick against your clit, sending your hips straight off the bed.

“Beg me again,” he pulls away from the kiss to watch you.

Looking into those blazing eyes, you realize he’s dancing on the precipice with you, both so fucking turned on you’re ready to explode. Look only at me, remembering his words, you hold his gaze. “Please, I want you, I want your cock in me daddy,” you squirm your hips but he slaps your thigh.

“Hold still then baby girl.” Sliding his hands under your ass he grabs a pillow and shoves it underneath you. “Gives me the perfect angle for that right spot,” rearing back, he slams deep into you in one thrust. Pausing he closes his eyes, your tight, way fucking tighter than he expected, especially after Kiri’s big cock. Waiting expectantly, he doesn’t feel anything but your soft tight pussy. Licking his fingers he begins to rub your clit expertly.

His cock is so deep you convulse around him, “sh- fu-“ you stammer, the popping jolts under your clit start exploding, your walls clenching tight. You try to relax, calm down. Breathing deep, you use the fluttering of your building orgasm to work to your advantage. Creating a whip-like motion with every clench, you massage his cock from bottom to top, stopping to contract and suckle the tip buried deep inside. Licking your hand you reach down and gently clasp his balls at the same time. A low growl erupts from Katsuki, you feel him bulge inside your pussy. Your body erupts in a shuddering tremble. Bucking your hips you push into him harder. “Kat-”

“What the hell are you doing?” He cuts you off, voice raspy, he can’t focus, his finger stalls as you grip his cock with another incredible squeeze that slides up and feels like your pussy is sucking on his dick, grinding against you, he tries to thrust but the pleasure is overwhelming.

His face just inches above your own is stiff from holding back. Using the last of your strength you clamp around him and begin to twist his cock back and forth, continuing to pulse from base to tip.

“Sh-shit!” His head tips back as he feels the massive pull through his muscles, his balls jerking hard, grabbing your hips he drives hard as thick streams of cum drench your pussy, your cry surprises him as you rear back, body shaking. Falling to his forearms he watches as you writhe in pleasure, his fingers moving again on your clit, “that’s it baby,” he concedes his loss “cum for me.”

The orgasm hits so hard you cry out, your body clenches so tight as you’re feel a cramp snake down your calf, then the deep tremors roll through you, one after another, holding Katuski’s body tight, you press into his chest, his arm wraps around you, finger moving on your clit, his voice echoing in your ear. “Kat?” You look up dazed, completely drained, you sink back into the pillows. “Did I? Did I really win?”

“Uh, (y/n)?” Mina steps into your room, eyeing the clothes strewn on the bed.

“Oh hey Mina,” coming out of your bathroom you fasten your earring. “What’s up, I thought you were going out?”

“I was, but Ochako ended up having an extra spot in her family's cabin in the mountains and invited me up with everyone for the week and,” she pauses and points over her shoulder, “more importantly, why the fuck is half the football team in our living room?”

Giggling you pluck your jacket off the hanger, “it isn’t half the team Mina, just four of them.”

Eyebrows shoot up as she leans out your bedroom door and looks down the hallway. “Okay, why is Bakugou in our apartment?” She glares at you.

“When do you leave for the cabin?” you change the topic.

Blinking for a moment, she shakes her head, “them first.”

“We’re going out,” you shrug and slip past her. Grabbing your arm she spins you around.

“You are going out with all of them?”

“I sure am,” you smile, “just having dinner and maybe a movie. Denki wants to see some strange horror film they’re presenting on campus.”

“Why are you talking like this is no big deal?” She’s whispering loudly. A small cough in the living room interrupts her.

Patting her head, you push your finger on her lips, “because it is no big deal.” Turning around, you smile and walk down the hall as she cautiously follows you. "So," you look at her, "when are you going to the mountains?”

“You’re going somewhere?” Kaminari’s head pops up from looking at his phone.

“I am,” Mina slinks into the room. “I came to grab my bag and say goodbye.” She looks at Bakugou lounging on the sofa before eyeing you again, “can I really leave you alone with them?”

“You can,” pushing yourself between Sero and Katsuki, you run your hand along both their thighs. “We’re just hanging out, I promise.”

Huffing slightly, Mina grabs her suitcase and walks slowly to the front door, “okay, text me if you need anything,” squinting hard at each man, she thins her lips, “I mean anything.”

“See you,” you sigh as she leaves.

“Are you really alone all week?” Katsuki runs his finger along your cheek, he grins as you shiver.

“I guess I am, I didn’t realize she was going too,” Sero lifts you up and slides underneath you, wrapping his arms around your waist.

“I’m hungry but we could just get delivery.”

Sitting down at your feet, Kiri nudges your legs apart, laying his head on one leg. “The movie doesn’t start for a couple of hours.”

“Wait, are we going to fool around first?” Denki jumps up, “I get to go first!”

“Fuck you, you went first last time, I go first,” Kiri pushes up your skirt, nipping at your tender skin.

“I don’t care when I go, but (y/n) promise me her ass,” Sero nuzzles your neck.

“Hold up,” Katsuki growls at them, keeping his hand pressed on your cheek, twisting his lips, he smirks slightly, “what do you want to do (y/n)?”

Laughing, you catch his hand and kiss his palm, “another bet?”

“No,” his red eyes catch fire, “no more bets, tonight, we’re gonna make you cum.”

“Really?” Your eyes widen.

“Really,” Sero chimes in with Katsuki.

Kiri’s licks your leg, “absolutely.”

“How many times?” Your voice is hesitant.

Coming up behind you on the sofa, Denki kisses the back of your neck, a thrill slides down your spine. “How many times do you want to cum?”

“Ten,” you blush a deep red, “please, I want to cum ten times.”

“Whatever you say,” pulling you into a deep kiss, Katsuki begins to slide your jacket off your shoulders.

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mogivonshogi · 2 years ago

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I need to read this when I have time but HOT DAMN, that photo!!

“Age doesn’t matter” 6

Dad!Bakugou x F!Babysitter!Teacher!Reader

1 2 3 4 5 6

“Mama Y/n..”

Did he hear him right? Did his son just call his teacher mama?

Katsuki scowled at this. He was trying to keep himself calm as he put Kazui back to bed and left the bedroom fast. This time, he shut the door as calmly as he can not to wake Kazui and made his way to the kitchen.

“What the fuck have you been teaching Kazui, huh!”

The loud voice made you stop pouring the sauces onto each plate and looked at Katsuki who was slowly nearing you.

“W-what?” You were confused. You didn't know what you did wrong.

“What the fuck have you been teaching to my son huh,” Katsuki repeated his voice raising.

“N-nothing! What would I teach him?” You were so confused. Earlier everything was fine, now here you are, face to face with an angry Bakugou.

“I don't know what you did to him, but this is the last time you’ll take care of him! I don't care if you're his teacher. You are not to take him in this shitty-ass apartment, ever again!” Katsuki yelled slamming his hand on the counter, trying to not activate his quirk.

Hearing him say this, Y/n’s heart throbbed painfully. She didn't know what she did exactly and why was he suddenly like this to you.

“B-bakugou. I really have no idea, please. Believe me.” Y/n looked him in his eyes showing him your honesty. You were really clueless.

Katsuki who was staring back at you saw how you have really no idea what he was talking about. He simply looked away and ran his hand through his hair.

“You really have no fucking idea, huh,” Katsuki said with a lower voice this time.

“Please. I really don’t..” You mumble wiping a tear from your eye.

Katsuki hesitated at first. He wasn't sure if he should really trust you or if this is only an act. But seeing you wipe a tear from your eye made him feel terrible. He took a deep breath, trying to calm himself before speaking.

“He calls you mama.”

Y/n didn't miss how his scowl deepened mentioning this. She sniffed a little bit before trying to compose herself.

“I need to tell you something.” She mumbled, head hanging low.

Katsuki slightly turn his head to look at you after he heard what you said.

“When we got home. Eer, I mean. When we reached my apartment, I was preparing our dinner when he suddenly asked me something and made me stop.” She said as she tucked a hair to her ear.

“What is it,” Katsuki commanded listening intently, his gaze never leaving her face.

“He asked if I could be his mother. I told him it was not possible so he cried.” Y/n said recalling the scene from earlier. She could remember how broke Kazui looks making her heart throb in pain. “He said why he doesn't have a mom, why he couldn't have a mom, and started crying.”

When Katsuki heard this, he couldn't help but close his eyes in despair. He didn't know his son is feeling this way. Was that the reason why he was asking for his mother?

“It pains my heart seeing him cry. I love Kazui. Like my own child. But at that moment, I couldn't do anything. I couldn't say no because I can't.” You said, tears streaming from your eyes. “All I did was apologize and carry him. Embrace him as much as I can.” You sniffed. “Then after a few minutes, he calmed down. I found out he was asleep. So I put him on my bed and just went back to cooking.”

After you told him what happened, there was an uncomfortable silence.

“She left.”

Y/n slightly look up to look at Katsuki who suddenly started talking.

“After she gave birth. Kazui’s mother just vanished without any trace.” Why was he saying this to you anyway? “I got home hearing Kazui crying. I made him a bottle of milk not bothering to change. I was helpless. I didn't know what to do when I checked my home empty. All her clothes were gone, jewelry. Even the money I stacked for emergencies. It was all gone.”

You stared at Katsuki in pity. So that's what happened.

Katsuki looked at you seeing how you were staring at him in pity making him tch.

“Don’t fucking look down on me.” Katsuki looked away. “I did what I had to do. I asked for my parent's help.”

“You were brave, Bakugou..”

Your statement made him fully look at you. He saw how sincere you are. How honest. How innocent. So unlike his ex-wife. Now he gets why Kazui was so attached to you.

“Papa?”

The small voice made both eyes widen. Katsuki looked behind him, and you, looked behind Katsuki both seeing Kazui waking up from his nap.

“Are you fighting?” Kazui looked at both of you.

“No, sweetie. Why would we fight?” Y/n smiled at Kazui.

“Papa?” Kazui looks to his papa asking for confirmation.

“Were not, brat,” Katsuki said ruffling Kazui’s hair.

Kazui lifted his arms up, asking to be carried but Katsuki rejected him.

“I thought you said you were too old to be carried,” Katsuki smirked but carried Kazui anyway.

Once Kazui settled in his arms, he looked at Y/n who just smiled at him.

“Ms. Y/n?” Kazui called.

“What is it, dear?” Y/n said staring sweetly at Kazui.

“Did you cry?”

Y/n stiffened but quickly compose herself. “Of course not, sweetie. Why would I cry?” You said.

Suddenly, Kazui places his small hand on your cheek making you blink.

“Are you okay, Ms. Y/n? Is someone bothering you? I can make papa beat them for you.”

Y/n laughed at what Kazui just said. He didn't know that you cried because of his father. But you’re not going to tell him that, of course.

“I assure you, sweetie. Teacher’s fine, okay?” Y/n gave Kazui a soft smile. “Now why don't you put this plate on the table so we can eat? You know your papa and I waited for you to wake up so we can all eat together.” You giggled seeing Kazui’s excited reaction as he wiggle out of his father’s arms.

“Really! We would eat together?! Yay!!” Kazui quickly grab the plates you were about to hand him and carefully took small steps, trying to spill the food.

Katsuki watches your interaction with Kazui quietly. He was still standing beside you in the kitchen, watching how you lied to his son about not crying.

Was this what it's supposed to feel like to have a wife around?

Katsuki saw how you treated Kazui like your own blood. How motherly you act towards him. No wonder he called you mama. Because he’s seeing you as a mother figure. A mother Katsuki wished Kazui has.

“Bakugou? Are you okay?”

Now here you are, worrying about him too.

“Tch. I’m fine.” Katsuki said about to head where the dining area.

“Wait.” Y/n suddenly said and grab his wrist, causing him to look at her.

“It may be too much to say, but please. Don’t take Kazui away..”

Her eyes. It's always her eyes that he noticed. It's how she shows her true emotions through her eyes.

“Tch.” Katsuki tched and firmly let go of her grasp.

He stood motionless, slowly putting his other hand inside his pocket and then slightly turning his head behind so he can look at her. But he didn't say anything, instead, he walked away.

Y/n looked at his back sadly. She didn't know if that was approved or not. But she tried not to get it inside her head. She took the last two plates from the counter and places them on the dining table where Katsuki and Kazui were now sitting on their own chairs.

“Itadakimasu.”

The dinner went well. From Kazui’s rambling, and spilling food everywhere to Katsuki scolding Kazui to not spill the food everywhere and you, just smiling and chuckling, watching the father and son interaction.

After dinner, Kazui was watching TV whilst Y/n clean up the dining table. Unexpectedly, Kastuki suddenly appeared, helping her.

“No, no. It's fine. You're my guess-

“Shut up,” Katsuki mumbled going to the sink and started washing the dishes.

“B-bakugou.” You tried to stop him but he just blocked you from going closer to the sink.

“I said shut up. Wipe the table.” Katsuki threw a soaked tablecloth to Y/n’s face. Noticing it hit her face, Katsuki smirked. But soon turned into a laugh when he saw you pouting.

“Bakugou.” You pouted but threw the cloth back at him, hitting him on his face as well, earning you a laugh.

Katsuki growled in this. “You little shit.” When the cloth slid off reveals his annoyed yet playful face. “Come back here!”

“No!”

When Y/n saw Katsuki took a step, you also took off. Both adult running around the house while Kazui watched in delight, laughing.

It was now 10 pm in the evening.

The sleeping Kazui was carried by Katsuki as he left the Y/n’s who were following him behind.

You followed them all the way to their car where you saw Katsuki settle Kazui into his own car seat, making sure that the belt was fastened and closing the door.

“Have a safe travel, Bakugou.” Y/n smiled as she watches Katsuki made his way to the driver’s seat.

But before Katsuki get inside, he looked at Y/n who was looking back at him curiously. “There’s a bag I left in your apartment. Go inside.” Katsuki said tilting his head in the direction of her apartment. “It's dangerous at this hour. You don't have to see us off.” He added.

“T-thank you.” You mumbled, slightly blushing.

“Ha? Tf are you thanking me for? I should be the one doing that.” Katsuki slightly pouts. “I said go.”

“Y-yes.” You stuttered. “G-goodnight, Bakugou.” You smiled slowly turning away.

“Tch.”

Once you entered your apartment, you heard the engine start and gradually, the sound drifted away.

Y/n smiled to herself. She didn't expect Katsuki to have his playful side as well. She thought he was all serious.

Once she locked her front door. Y/n was about to leave the living room when she saw the bag Katsuki was talking about.

She blinked at it curiously as she approached it. When she opened it, she saw a bunch of fruits and flowers and a small note with writing saying thank you. She smiled softly as she read this.

HEART AND REBLOG FOR PART 7

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The Scene - Part Two

Bakugou/Eijiro/Fem!Reader

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The Drop - Part One

DNI 18+ Language, mature BDSM themes. Consensual control/beating/restraint. Dom/Sub relationship.

You know me, I love my edgy fluff!!

This does have an active BDSM scene, if you have issues with any of the above don't read.

Emerging from the train station, you see the cafe where you’d agreed to meet Eijiro and Katsuki for lunch. Your stomach dances as butterflies blow through your entire body. You haven’t seen Katsuki since the conference last week, although he’s been texting and calling every day. Still, your heart pounds every step that takes you closer to seeing him again. On top of your jangled nerves is the excitement of seeing Eijiro, you smile instinctively. He’s been texting you every day too since the conference, just friends now, but he’s always been your rock and you miss him. You laugh, thinking how these two men are completely different in so many ways. Your thoughts dig further, a small coil of desire unfurling, you wonder how else they might be different? You see the cafe and walk into the restaurant. You’d taken the early train so you figure you can grab a table and wait. Your phone buzzes in your purse, pulling it out, you read the text.

(Katsuki) You look nice today.

Jerking up, you look around at the tables, no spiky blonde. Spinning you collide into a solid body, arms coming up around you.

“Hey Princess,” a deep voice chuckles, holding you tight.

“Oh,” you gasp as your hands land Katsuki’s chest, you push back but his arms stay firm around you.

“Good to see you,” his soft red eyes wander over your face. “You look a lot better.”

Blushing, you smile, “thank you, I feel much better.” His large hands stroke your back, you push again. “Um, should we get a table?”

“I have one outside already,” reluctantly letting you go, Katsuki holds open the door for you, going outside into the sunshine. Grabbing your hand he leads you to a table in a shady corner of the patio. “I ordered you some sweetened iced tea.” He pulls out your chair as the server sets down your drinks. “You can get something else if you want.”

“No, this perfect, thank you,” you drink down the icy drink cooling yourself, the morning was warmer than you’d expected.

“Why not take off your sweater?” Katsuki reaches over, his finger slipping into your sleeve, he rubs your skin gently. A rush of chills race up your neck, rolling down your back, you shiver in spite of the heat.

“(y/n)!”

Turning you see him, Eijiro, making his way towards the table. Forgetting everything, you squeal in happiness and jump from your chair, leaping into his arms. “Sir - damn, Eijiro,” you fall back laughing. “I’ll get it right someday, I promise.” You grin wide looking up into his rugged face. Cupping your chin, he kisses your cheek.

“You look amazing.” His eyes wander over your summer outfit. “Perfect style for you.” Blushing again, you clasp his hand.

“We have a table,” you tug him as you turn back to where Katsuki sits, your smile fading slightly at the dark look on his face. Taking a deep breath, you steel yourself, you’ve done nothing wrong but, you glance down at Eijiro’s big hand laced in your own. Squeezing him gently, you let go and sit down. Picking up your iced tea, you take another drink, casually looking over at Katsuki. He’s glaring at Eijiro, swirling the ice in his coffee.

“Hey Katsuki,” Eijrio pounds his friend on the back. “Haven’t seen you since you left, damn you look good,” laying his hand on his shoulder he winks, “looks like you’ve been hitting the gym.”

“No more than usual,” Katsuki tries to keep his voice neutral but anger splits through his brain. He knows you two were together as Dom and Sub and breaking old patterns is difficult. He clenches his jaw, but fuck, it was still damn hard to watch your excitement at seeing the red-head and the intimacy you clearly shared.

Sitting down, Eijiro smiles at you both, “so, you’ve met! This is great. I’d been wanting to introduce the two of you for a while.”

“We have,” you blush again, the warmth of the day not helping your slightly nervous state.

“I’m really glad, I think you two could work well together,” sipping his water, he glances at his friend, Kiri chooses his next words intentionally, “at least until you meet your 24/7.”

“What do you mean meet her 24/7?” Katsuki stops, his drink midway to his mouth, he cocks a brow at his friend.

Reaching out, Eijiro squeezes your hand, smiling at you. “We’ve discussed it, I really think (y/n) is ready to go full-time.” He laughs at the blush that reddens your cheeks, “But I think it may take a while for her to find the right person.” Pulling your hand to his mouth he kisses your knuckles. “Maybe you two could work together a little bit until then,” he shrugs casually.

“Work together? A little bit?” You stare at Eijiro, “what do you mean?” You're hyper-aware of him kissing your hand.

“I’m not sure you need anything like we had,” he winks. “You need to focus more on looking for a full-time Dom.” Finally looking at Katsuki, he met his burning red gaze with his own stony expression. “Maybe you could set up some scenes with (y/n), easy stuff, nothing much,” his voice cool.

“Nothing much?” your face falls, you can see he’s serious. A flicker sparks in your belly, a welling of anger rising quickly. Biting your tongue, you stare at the table. What the hell? It’d been his idea to introduce you to Katsuki, why is he backpedaling now?

Shaking his ice, Katsuki grunts, a soft laugh escaping. “Some scenes? You really think she’s ready for me?” His tone sarcastic, he leans back and crosses his arms. Shitty Hair was obviously regretting letting you go, flicking his hungry gaze on you, Katsuki smiles. He was pretty fucking stupid as far as he was concerned. It was done though, the collar was off and he was going to make damn sure you became his, he just needed to get Red to back down.

“I think so” Eijiro nodded, “something light, you should probably start off with easy scenes, no sex, you know?”

Katsuki bit back a smile at the hopeful look on his face.

“Eijiro,” you wait until his eyes settle back on you. “I appreciate you helping me out,” you take a deep breath pulling your hand out of his grip. Looking over at Bakugou, your stomach lurches, all you’d heard was the word sex, “if we decide to work together, then we’ll have to figure all that out between us.” A wide grin splits Katsuki’s face as he nods at you approvingly, your heart skips a beat as a sweet tingling spreads through your body.

“Speaking of scenes,” the blonde rubs your arm gently. “I’m doing a beginner event next weekend at my club, would you be interested?”

“That’s a great idea man, let her see how you work with a sub!” Eijiro grinned, “he’s different than I am-”

“Shut up Shitty Hair,” Katsuki snaps, glaring at his friend. Red eyebrows shoot up.

“What did I say?”

Clicking his tongue, Katsuki looks back at you, “not to watch, would you like to work with me?”

The tingling flowing through your body shoots like a jolt straight to your clit, startling you. It was the same reaction you had when you’d seen that woman on stage, you blink as your thighs tremble.

“Fuck, Katsuki, she’s not doing a public scene, that’s not her thing,” Eijiro grumbles.

Ignoring the red-head, Katsuki keeps his burning gaze on you. “Have you ever wanted to try a public scene, (y/n)?”

“No,” Eijiro’s voice is stern, “I told you she only likes private play.”

You watch as Katsuki’s jaw flexes several times before he pushes back his chair and stands, moving behind you. He bends down near your ear. “Will you excuse us for a moment princess?”

His voice is soft like a caress but it rips through your body like a cannon shot blasting through every nerve. “Of course,” you manage to nod and smile, trying to ignore the trembling spreading out from your thighs now to your stomach. You grab your iced tea and suck down a huge swallow.

“Eijiro?” Katsuki walks away, clearly expecting him to follow.

You watch as Kiri stands slowly.

“You okay baby girl?” You nod, looking away. Clearing his throat he follows Bakugou to a secluded area along the back end of the patio.

Turning his back to you, Katsuki crosses his arms and steps in front of his friend. “Stop it.”

Taking a step back, Kiri stares at him for a moment. “She won’t do a scene.”

“That’s not your decision, nothing is anymore, including her finding a full-time Dom.”

Letting out a deep breath, Eijiro puts his hand on Katsuki’s shoulder, “I’ve known her a long time, Bakugou. Remember, I was her first Dom, I know what she needs.”

“You’re not her Dom anymore,” Katsuki knocks his hand away. “She’s independent, let her think for herself or she won’t break from you.”

“What?” Eijiro rubbed his neck, he glanced away from his intense glare, “we ended it last week, you know that.”

“Yeah?” Katsuki raised a brow, “how many times have you texted her since then?”

Rolling his eyes, Eijiro shrugs. “A few times, nothing much.”

“Let me see your phone.”

Grabbing his pocket, he frowns,“fuck that.”

“She won’t be able to fucking separate, you know that better than anyone, you broke it off clean last week, what the hell happened?”

“Nothing.”

“You’re a shitty liar, Red.”

Taking a deep breath, Eijiro thins his lips. He can’t admit it, not to Bakugou, but fuck, when you’d come back from the conference all you’d talked about was Katsuki. He never thought he was the jealous type, until now. “So, I texted her? Big deal, we talk all the time, we’re friends.”

Clicking his tongue, Katsuki peers back over his shoulder at you. You were staring at them pretending to be drinking. Turning back to his friend, he growls at him. “Just cool it Eijiro, if you want her to work with me, you gotta back off.”

“I can still be in her life Bakugou,” Kiri bit out, he’s worried about you. He’d originally figured a few scenes between the two of you would be fun, but he could tell his friend was more interested than he’d expected, he didn’t want you to get hurt. “And I’m serious, she really is ready for full-time, don’t go too deep or it’ll really mess her up.”

“I’ll fucking worry about that,” spinning Katsuki fumed as he walked back to the table.

Watching over your glass, you could see Eijiro’s face but they were too far away to tell what they were talking about, then Katsuki turned, you could see he was angry. You held your breath, what the hell was going on? They sat back down, neither talking.

You eye them both as you pull a menu from the stand. “So, everything worked out?”

“Yep, all worked out,” Eijiro stares at you, a knowing look fills his red eyes. “So, (y/n) are you ready to do a public scene with him?” He tips his head towards Katsuki.

“I - uh,” panic grips your brain.

“See,” Kiri leans back, smirking, “I told you.”

A warm hand engulfs your own, the same one that had held you last week, this time you notice the scarred skin. You look up into those crimson eyes, your head is whirling.

Leaning towards you, Katsuki's voice is quiet. “Are you scared or just excited? It’s hard sometimes to pull those two feelings apart.”

“Um,” you’re pretty sure it’s fear but you wonder. “I’m not sure,” you admit. “Is-is this something you want me to do?” You're desperate to hear him say yes, to give you no choice but to surrender to his will.

Leaning back, Katsuki shakes his head, “it’s not what I want princess, it’s what you want. No one at this table is telling you what to do.” He flicks a quick glance at Eijiro, who nods begrudgingly.

You're rattled by his words, he’s making you decide. Can you make the choice? Your brain screams, you aren’t sure. In your mind you can see the woman again, stripped almost naked, tied with her arms over her head, all eyes on her. Somewhere in a hidden corner of your heart you want to be her, to have this man over you, touching you, whispering praises. The idea is so intense you have to squeeze your thighs tight together against the piercing desire flooding your body. “Of course, it should be my decision” your calm tone belies the storm raging in your mind. You smile slightly, “I was just wondering what you thought.” But his face is impassive, you can’t tell what he’s thinking.

“He’s a rigger,” Eijiro snaps at you.

You turn to stare at him for a moment trying to understand what he’s saying, “what’s a rigger?” You look between the two, you hear Katsuki grunt.

“I tie ropes around people,” Bakugou watches you closely, “it’s called kinbaku or shibari, an ancient Japanese art.”

“Oh.”

“Can I take your order?” You’ve never been more happy to be interrupted by a server in your life. Suddenly everyone is focusing on the menus.

“What are you going to have (y/n)?” Katsuki leans forward pulling your gaze back towards him.

“She’ll have the cobb salad.” Eijiro replies to the waiter, taking over, “stirred, no dressing.” He turns the menu over, “I might have a sandwich.”

Setting down your menu, you nod blankly, stopping at the soft clicking noise coming from the blonde. He taps his menu on the table, “is that what you want, princess?”

Looking up at sweet Eijiro, you feel the comfort of your time together, you know he’ll forever be in your heart. He smiles at you, one that would've left you in a puddle of happiness just a few weeks earlier. Your hand moves to your throat, which is bare now, no collar, which was his choice. The reality that had stung so painfully, is now beginning to fade. You glance back at Bakugou, the look in his eyes is clearly giving you an open invitation into his world. A slow smile spreads across your face, that’s what you want, it’s clear to you. To step into his arms and let him show you what he has to offer. “Actually,” you stop the server, “I think I’ll have a hamburger with ice cream, please.” You boldly stare back at Katsuki, waiting to see his response. The look of tenderness that unleashes from his glowing red eyes is overwhelming, your breath releases from your lungs in a single gasp.

“When did you start eating burgers?” Eijiro looks up from the menu.

That earns you a wink, a deep aching pulses through you, settling at your clit. You pause, catch your breath and shrug, “I had one recently and forgot how good they are.”

“Sounds good, I’ll have one too.” Katsuki nods to the waiter, putting his menu back into the slot.

“That makes three of us then,” Eijiro tosses his menu on the table.

After the server leaves, you study the blonde while playing with your silverware. Leaning back, thick legs crossed, he’s watching you closely. All you want to know is what he would do to you on that stage. Terror and excitement fuse together. You close your eyes and shift in your chair, trying to calm yourself down. You’ve never regretted a single moment since that night you met Eijiro, taking a deep breath, you smile as you make your decision, “I have some questions about the event.”

“Ask away,” Katsuki tips his head, “anything you want to know princess.”

Katsuki picked you up at your apartment to drive you to the club. You couldn’t sit still, playing with your phone, then the seatbelt, finally you start to mess with the a/c. His large hand stills you. “It’s gonna be okay, I promise.”

“And if it’s not okay?” Your default is worry and tonight you are thinking of everything that could definitely go wrong.

“What are you afraid of?” A bark of laughter escapes your mouth. He peers at you. “What does that mean?” His voice slightly gruff.

“Everything! Everything is gonna go wrong,” you hug yourself.

“Did you stretch out your muscles, eat light and hydrate?”

“I did.”

“Were you able to read the articles I sent to you?”

You nod, “mmm hmm.”

“What are you afraid of then? If you’re prepared, you’ll be fine.” He pats your knee and smiles cockily, “besides you have me, and I’m the best.”

“You are?” Your voice is small.

“I sure the fuck am princess,” he boasts, “tell me what’s got you worried?”

“Well,” you lean your head back looking up. “It might hurt, people will be looking at me, you’ll do other stuff to me and I’ll be tied up,” you start dumping out all your fears. “What if I mess up or even worse,” your voice drops to a hoarse whisper. “What if I pee or something because I’m freaking scared out of my mind!” Your body begins to shake.

“First, all of that can happen.”

Slapping your forehead, you sink into the car seat. “Not much of a pep talker are you Katsuki?”

“I don’t lie (y/n), this isn’t fucking easy,” he turns the car into a large lot that surrounds a big black building. Parking the car he turns in his seat, his hand stroking your cheek. “You need to let go and trust me princess.”

You look into those amazing eyes, you can feel your heart speed up, your arguments die on your lips, “I’ll try,” you croak out.

“If you do, I know you’ll want to do this again.”

Nodding slowly, you cast a worried look his way, “someone really peed on stage?”

He chuckles softly, “there’s no judgment in this world (y/n). But the scene tonight is going to be shorter than usual, so I’ll be doing most of my rope tying off stage, just the two of us, with access to a bathroom,” he smiles. “Then we’ll go on stage, but only for about twenty minutes, depending on how you’re doing.” You nod again, eyes owl wide. “Everything is about you tonight princess, I won’t do one thing that doesn’t involve you once we start.”

“What if you have to go to the bathroom?” you quip sarcastically.

“Then I guess I’ll pee my pants.” You cast him a long look to see if he’s joking, but his face is set, his eyes not wavering. You swallow hard.

“Okay,” you take a deep breath, “let's go in.”

Sitting in a personal room, you wait on the couch fidgeting with a water bottle. You decided to stop drinking, but you cling to it anyway. The door opens and you lurch to your feet, Katsuki steps through rolling a bag behind him.

“Okay, we’re set, we just need to go over a few things and then we can start.”

“Oh shit,” you breathe out, “I have to pee.”

“That’s what I love about you princess.” Laughing he points to a door in the corner, “this room has its own bathroom.” You dash inside and close the door. Coming back out, your heart is pounding so hard, you think you might be close to having an anxiety attack. Moving slowly you eye the large bag.

“What’s that?”

“My stuff, didn’t Eijiro have a travel bag?”

You shrug, “we didn’t do much away, just when I was at his place and he doesn’t use too much equipment.” You sit down blushing, “mainly his hands, spanking stuff like that.” Sliding on the couch, Katsuki closes the gap between you, leaning into your body.

“Did you fill out the checklist for me?”

“Yeah,” you hand him the sheet you’d tucked in your pocket. Unfolding the paper he reads it slowly.

“This is good,” he nods, “did you do this by yourself?” he stares at you.

“I did.”

Scanning the paper he begins to read. “Thighs, butt, arms, calves and back are all okay for touch and impact play.”

“Yes,” your heart is beating even wilder thinking about what he would do to you in all of those places. ��When do we go on?” your tongue is thick in your mouth but you don’t dare drink water now.

“We have time, I requested the first slot, so the audience will be lighter than usual as most everyone shows up late. That door there,” he points to a dark green door on the opposite side of the room, “is the stage. Once I have you mostly tied up, we’ll go straight out. I’ll finish the remaining ties on stage and complete the scene. After we’re done, I’ll take you to another room, untie you and we’ll relax together.”

“Fuck,” it just slips out. His arm loops over your shoulder.

“Let’s finish this before you pass out.” He smiles as you choke out a laugh, elbowing him. He grunts playfully, touching your cheek, his eyes soft, “it’s gonna be good (y/n), if not,” he looks down for a moment.

“If not, you owe me a week’s vacation at that fancy spa up north,” you chide him jokingly.

“Deal.”

“What?”

“If you don’t like what happens today, I promise I will take you on a week's vacation to the spa of your choice,” he lowers his head against your ear brushing it lightly with his finger, “just the two of us.” The heat of his breath mixes with the fear coursing through your body, you inhale sharply.

Picking the list back up, he continues to read. “Hard limit is being naked in front of the crowd, no punctures or knife play and no intercourse on stage,” he turns the paper over, “is that it?”

“Um, that seemed like a lot.”

“Not really, pretty standard. What about my quirk?” He pops a spark off from his hands,

Your eyes go wide watching his hand light up, you always had a thing for fire. “Explosion play is acceptable,” you whisper. He grunts softly. Turning, you look up into his face, “what about you?”

“Me?”

“What are your hard limits?”

A grin splits his face, he smooths your hair back, “do you know, you're the first sub to ever ask that question?”

“Is that good?”

“I think so,” he kisses your cheek leaving his face so close, you can feel the stubble on his chin. “I agree, no puncturing, no knife play or sex on stage, sensual touching at the most. I won’t hit your face and I don’t do breath control on stage, not my style.”

“Oh, good,” you swallow again, “I should put those on my list too.”

“Since this is your first time with ropes, I won’t hang you or secure any of your limbs together.”

“Hang me?”

“Suspension work, that can come later.”

“Later?” You squeak back, suddenly you burst out laughing, “I’m sorry, I’m so sorry.” You cover your mouth, trying to see his eyes but he’s so close you can only see his full lips, anticipation begins pooling in your groin, you can already feel the aching tension building up behind your clit.

“It does sound strange but if you like tonight-”

“If I don’t, I get a week at the spa,” you interrupt him, hugging your knees trying to create distance so you can breathe.

“Right,” pulling you back into him, his mouth brushes your cheek lightly. His warmth is dazzling. “If you do and I hope you will, it really opens up so much that we can do together.”

Your heart flutters at the thought of spending more time with him, you feel silly. He probably has a hundred subs lined up to work with him, but the way Katsuki is looking at you, you feel like you’re the only one. You smile slyly. “I’m torn, a week at the spa or,” you look into his fiery eyes, a cocky grin cuts across his face.

“I know you’ll like it, princess, remember I’m the fucking best.”

You laugh unconsciously, biting your lip. “Did you see my safety words?” You change the conversation, “I like the color system.”

“Green, yellow, red?”

“Yeah, I’ve only used red a couple of times, usually when I said yellow, Eijiro would back down pretty fast.” He nods, folding the paper and slides it into his pocket.

Leaning back over, he cups your chin studying your face. “Last question, (y/n). What do you want to get out of tonight?”

Blinking you pause, “what do you mean?”

“Why are you doing this?” Katsuki lays his other hand on your thigh gently rubbing.

Thinking for a moment, you can still see that scene from your first time in the club. Your body quivers every time you think of that woman. “When I met Eijiro, that night, there was a woman on stage. The man was whipping her, she was blindfolded and restrained.” You lay your hand on his, shaking slightly, “the man was connected to her, I could see that, and the woman had completely given herself over to him,” you tip your head. “I mean completely, to the point that he could have done anything to her, but he didn’t.”

“How’d you feel seeing that?” He runs his hand over your thigh.

Blushing a deep red, you peek at him, “when I think about it, I get really turned on, more than anything I’ve ever experienced.” Blonde brows rise, you can see the approval in his eyes. Happiness wells up inside you.

“Even your sessions with Eijiro?”

Leaning back you look up, “he was different, he was more about mental dominance, spanking, some restraints, brat play, stuff like that.”

“What kind of restraints?”

“Well when we were first together, he’d fallen asleep and I decided to go for a walk, just stretch my legs, but I didn’t tell him I was leaving. When I got back,” you chuckle now at the memory, “he leashed me to his bed for an entire day as punishment, with food of course.”

“That’s all?”

“Oh no, he tied me up on other occasions too.”

“No, I meant your punishment, he only leashed you to the bed?”

“Yes?” Hesitation lacing your voice.

A smile tugged at Katsuki’s lips as he clicked his tongue. “I’m gonna tell you (y/n), I’m not soft like him, I would have exacted a much tougher punishment on you.” Stroking your leg, he squeezes your muscle hard as emphasis. “As you may have guessed already, I like impact play. To see your gorgeous skin with my marks makes me.” Katsuki’s fingers are now trailing up your thigh, “very happy.”

Shuddering in response, your stomach flips as chills spread out over your leg, you hold his hand. “How many marks?”

“Nothing more than you can handle.”

“Um, okay,” you look down, what would it feel like to have this hand hit you?

“But I also love watching it heal, seeing the bruises and welts fade, watching your skin glow with health, I’m torn between which is more beautiful.”

“What do you use to hit with?” You think of the whips you saw that night, peering around him at the case. “Can I see what you have in there?” You point to the large travel bag. Turning he pulls it between his legs, you watch as he pauses with his hand on the zipper.

“No, I think we’ll wait on that.”

Fear slices through your body, “I thought we’re supposed to negotiate everything?”

“We did, you told me what you are willing to allow, now it’s up to me to give you what you want.”

The sense of dread and sexual tension expands from your chest to your groin, your blood pounding mercilessly. “You know what I want?” Your voice registers surprise, you barely understand what you want.

“I think I do (y/n).” Picking up a small gift bag, Katsuki hands it to you.

“What’s this?”

“A present, I think this will be nice for you to wear tonight, sexy but not overly exposing.”

“Th-thank you, I did wear something.” You look down inside your shirt.

“Take a look and you decide which one you’d rather wear, I’m happy either way.”

Opening the bag, you gasp as you pull out the most exquisite lingerie set you’ve ever seen. The sheer bra, garter and panties were embroidered with small flowers in purples, yellows, and reds. The sheer thigh highs have a fishnet pattern barely visible. “This is so beautiful,” holding it up as you look at him. “But don’t women wear black leather, chains and bustiers for these things?”

“Some do,” his body still so close as he touches the light fabric. “Tonight is about you, remember? You wear what you want to wear.”

Clutching the gorgeous lingerie, you smile. “I like this, it’s classy.”

“That’s what I thought when I saw it, exactly something you would wear, sexy but still leaving something to the imagination.”

Laughing, you nod, “that’s me.”

“Why don’t you go put it on and see if it fits, I’m pretty good with size, but I had to guess.”

“You could’ve asked Eijiro.”

“I could’ve.”

“Right,” you nod, “understand.” Clearly Katsuki was not interested in mixing him between the two of you. After lunch the other day, it was clear that they were not on the same page. Jumping up, you head to the bathroom to change. “I’ll be out in a moment.”

Standing in front of the mirror, you can barely believe how well everything fits your body. You aren’t sure if you’re impressed or jealous that he’d sized you so well. You could tell that it was very expensive, the fabric looked fragile but it was actually quite durable. The small flowers were cleverly placed to cover your nipples. Turning around you bend over looking between your legs in the mirror. This was where you wanted to have the most coverage, in case he bent you over in front of the crowd. A tremor ripples through your body at that thought. Taking a calming breath, you reach through your legs and adjust the fabric, covering your entire pussy. You stand again, looking over your shoulder to see the high cut over your butt. He had chosen very well. “Okay, here we go,” you grab the handle, opening the door, he’s waiting, eyes roaming over your body.

“You’re so beautiful.” Katsuki walks around you, running his finger along the straps, your nipples flare against the soft fabric.

“Do you feel sexy princess?” His eyes staring at your taut nipples.

“I - I do,” you know your cheeks are flaming red.

“Good.”

You notice he’s changed as well. He’s now wearing black dress pants, a blood red long sleeve shirt with the cuffs turned up past his wrists, a dark black vest and tie. “You look really nice too.”

“Do I?” He smiles as he adjusts the tie. “I don’t usually wear suits, but I figured since you’re all dressed up.”

You laugh reaching up, you feel the soft fabric of his vest, “thank you.” He looks extremely sexy and powerful. You trace his tie with your fingers, realizing he would yield this power over you tonight. This time instead of fear, you feel a rush of excitement.

“Are you ready to start?”

“Sure,” you take a deep breath, “I think we’ve covered everything.” The excitement radiates further, you look down to hide the telltale flush on your cheeks.

“One last thing.”

You look up, “what?”

“My name and yours, to get into the right headspace,” he taps his finger on your forehead, “I find it helps to use different names.”

“Oh, right, I called Eijiro, Sir.”

“Since we’ve got nothing formal between us, I’ll call you bunny from this point forward, since you’re my rope bunny tonight.” You giggle softly.

“I like that.”

He cocks a brow, “what would you like to call me? I think you should choose since tonight is about you.”

“Master,” the name rolls off your tongue immediately, you clamp your mouth shut, blushing, not sure why you’d blurted that out.

“Master?” Red eyes flare for a moment, a smile tugs at the corner of his mouth. “My bunny may call me Master.”

“Really?” You rush out, “I love that name, are you sure?”

“Just remember bunny, you chose the name, not me.”

“Right, I did."

“Tonight, you will call me Master until I give you the command to call me by my name, understand?”

You nod, “I do.”

Katsuki stares at you with those molten red eyes, he crosses his arms, clearly waiting. You look around the small room wondering what he wants. “Um, should I stand somewhere?”

Not moving, he clicks his tongue. Finally, he picks up a small leather crop. “I’ll give this one to you for free, bunny, how do you address me?”

“Master?” Giant goosebumps flare painfully across your skin as your brain feels the familiar rush of endorphins at the thought of him now as your Master. Your knees go weak.

“Correct, and when I asked if you understood, what should you say?” Your eyes grow wide in understanding.

“I do, Master.”

“Good bunny,” he taps your thigh with the crop. “Stand at attention.”

Immediately you strike the pose that you had learned from your time with Eijiro. Walking around you slowly, he moves your hands forward, pushes your chin up slightly, you can hear him mumbling as he makes minor adjustments to your body. “Perfect,” he decides, stepping back, appraising you. Finally he bends down picking something up, tilting your neck, you notice several looped ropes lying on the ground. Glancing over his shoulder at you, the hand holding the crop moves suddenly. A sharp smack on your thigh stuns you, pain tingling across your skin.

“Is that how you stand at attention?”

“No Master,” you turn your head, staring straight forward. Your heart slamming painfully in your chest. Now you know. He’s very different from Eijiro.

As he uncoils the first rope, he moves in your line of sight, you hold your pose.

“May I touch you?”

“What?” You’re confused, his brows raise as the crop lands on your thigh again. You gasp loudly. “What, Master?” You correct yourself.

“The hard limits you set earlier gave me the places I can touch you while on stage.” He reaches out, running his finger over your bottom lip, “here in private, may I touch you anywhere?”

You stare at his beautiful eyes, still blazing, the deep ache for his touch is almost painful. “Anywhere?” you breathe out softly. The sting on your thigh and the click of his tongue blend together. “Anywhere? Master,” you cry out, your skin feeling the fire of the crop.

His finger is still gently running over your lip, Katsuki steps close, his body heat warming your skin. “When tonight is over bunny, I’m hoping that you’ll consider me as more than a friend.” His face inches from yours, he gives you a soft kiss, “because I want you.” Pulling back he waits for you, watching as you try to decide.

You reel from his words, “me Master?” Any fear that lingers now evaporates as desire whips through your body. “I want you too Master,” you're not hesitating any more, “and you may touch me wherever you wish.” Smiling that amazingly beautiful smile, he pulls your hand up to his lips for a kiss.

“I promise you bunny, you won’t regret saying yes.”

You want to laugh, but you bite your lip, he’s still holding the leather crop and you aren’t sure what he’ll find appropriate. Your mind is careening wildly between complete elation from what he said and worry that you’ll earn another stripe from his quick hand.

“Now stand still so I can begin tying you up.” Uncoiling the rope, he tests the length. “Once I get your chest tied, we’ll finish the rest on stage.” Cupping your chin, he holds your gaze, “remember, tell me if something is tight or feels uncomfortable so I can make adjustments, don’t try to help me and,” he smiles wickedly, “don’t hold back bunny, make all the noises you want.”

“Yes Master,” your head starts to feel light as he begins to wrap the rope around your body. You weren’t sure what you were expecting, you’d never seen rope tying. The articles he’d sent you were how to be a good rope bunny but all of the pictures just looked painful and unsatisfying. You worry that you won’t be turned on by the ropes, would he still want you? Blowing out a long breath, you need to know, “Master?”

“Yes bunny?” He slides the rope around your body, his fingers gently moving along your skin, you inhale sharply as he makes his first tie, it’s enticingly erotic to feel the rope pull so gently over your skin. “Nothing like the first tie, is there?” Katsuki murmurs quietly, watching you intently.

“Ah, no,” you shudder, his fingers are caressing your skin as he pulls the rope taut, his other hand gliding along the rope checking to make sure it’s not twisted. He begins to pull it around and down over your shoulders. His fingers slow as he guides the rope between your breasts, wrapping it back around, his arms hold you firmly, you can feel his hands moving behind you as he finishes his second tie.

“Second tie is nice too,” his warm breath grazes your neck. His hands tug the rope tight.

This time the rope squeezes along the tender skin of your chest. You let out a deep moan as your nipples grow even harder pushing through the gauzy fabric of your bra. His fingers are now moving over his second tie, you can feel them following the rope over your shoulders, heading down to your breasts, you groan again as they get close, a flush of desire making your head swim.

“You like that?”

“I do,” you admit as an almost unbearable throbbing teases your clit, the need for release becoming desperate. The sharp slap on your thigh snaps you back, “what?” You look at him. The crop lands again. “Master!” You scramble to remember your command. “I do, Master,” you feel the heat on your thigh, your nerves twitch from the sting.

Staring down at your leg, he touches the growing red welt bright on your skin, warm from the rush of blood. “Do you see my mark?”

“No, Master, I can’t look, if I do I’ll break my pose.”

“Smart bunny,” he chuckles as he moves back to the rope, clipping his leather crop back to his belt. Running his fingers along the rope, he checks your skin as he moves to your breasts, he pauses at your hard nipples bursting through the bra. “You have gorgeous nipples, bunny.”

“Thank you Master,” you blush hoping he will do more than look.

Grabbing another rope, he pushes your arms upwards and begins to bind your breasts, winding down and around, letting his fingers brush your hard nipples with every movement, your groans letting him know that you are feeling every touch. “Do you like that?” Pulling the rope taut, your chest bunches up under the constraints. His eyes take in his work. “That is the most perfect pair of tied breasts I have ever seen.” He smiles, letting his fingers wander over your soft mounds now spilling from the bra.

The feeling of the rope around your back, neck, and shoulders is amazing, consistent, but not painful. The tightness is almost comforting, like a bandage that’s a little too tight around a cut. But the rope around your breasts awakens something deep inside you as the throbbing ache expands from your clit to your pussy, you move your hips desperate for pressure. “Master,” you whisper. You wonder if he’ll let you touch yourself.

“Yes?” He uncoils another rope, still facing you, adjusting your arms behind your back, his vest brushing firmly against your bound breasts and nipples.

You moan louder now feeling as wetness pool between your legs. The rope winds around your arms and waist, his fingers moving deftly over you, touching firmly but gently as he ties another knot. Tugging the rope he pulls your arms securely behind your back. You realize you can’t touch yourself anymore, the beating pulse in your clit can’t be released by anyone but him.

“Yes?” His voice is more stern.

You can’t reply, the need for release gripping you so hard, you wonder if you can cum without anyone touching you. There's a sharp slap on your thigh, a quick burning stab of pain.

“I’ve answered you twice,” Katsuki lifts your chin with his hand, he can see your pupils are dilated, dark with desire. Smiling he caresses your cheek and kisses you, letting his lips dance over your soft mouth.

You push into him, like a divining rod the kiss leaps directly to the expanding ball of pressure on your clit, your muscles contract as you push closer to orgasm. “Yes,” you breath out, closing your eyes as his lips move softly across your jaw. Another sharp slap pulls a cry from your lips, as your irritated skin is jarred by another blow. “What? Master?” You try to push out the right words.

Reaching down between your legs, Katsuki feels your wetness, your legs clamp down on his hand. Another slap on your thigh as the marks begin to cross one another. You jerk your thighs open, letting him go.

“You’re such a wet bunny, I think you might like my ropes,” his voice is husky as his hand stays pressed on the thin fabric of your underwear.

You wait for his fingers to move and pull out the cascading ache in you. “Master please, I’m so close.” His other hand moves around behind you, pulling the rope tight, your bent arms nestle snugly into your back.

“Not yet, bunny.” His hand moves away, you hiss at the loss of pressure.

“Just wanna cum,” you whine under your breath almost inaudibly. Another slap sends pain lacing along the skin of your hip this time. He wraps his arms around you, holding you while you take a shaky breath.

Katsuki chuckles, he kisses you again, his tongue gently tracing your lip.

The tenderness of the kiss melts you, your body going almost limp as he sucks on your lips, tongue exploring your mouth. Your mind starts to disconnect as another wave of endorphins hits your brain. The pain on your thigh and hip feels softer now, not as intense. “Master,” you chase his lips as he pulls from the kiss.

“You're an amazing bunny,” he slides his hands over the intricate ropes. “Look at you,” turning you to the floor to ceiling mirror, you can see your entire torso is now covered in beautiful ties and rope designs. Katsuki steps back to admire your body. “I’d like to get a picture of you.” He reaches in his bag, lifting his phone.

“O-Okay.”

Snapping a photo of you, he wraps his arms around you from behind, showing you the picture he’s taken. “This is only for me.”

You almost laugh, wrapped in his arms, tied by his ropes, he could’ve told you he was sending the picture to everyone in your company and you still would’ve said yes, the desperate need for release clutching at every thought in your head. “Master,” you look up your eyes wide, begging, “please, will you touch me?”

His face transforms into a smile, fiery eyes glowing with his hunger for you. Katsuki kisses your neck inhaling your scent, he grunts. The desire to take you at that moment is overwhelming. Closing his eyes, he nips at your skin, he wants to go slow, “You asked so beautifully so I will bunny.”

Relief washes over you, as your hips buck forward. “Thank you, Master.”

“Not now though.” Picking up a small bag, he guides you to the door, his chest pressed firmly against you, one arm swung around your hip. “It’s time to go on stage.”

Your head spins as you stare at the door, coming around in front of you he thumbs your cheek. “Now bunny,” he thins his lips, “it’s time to turn up the intensity, you’ve had two endorphin rushes, I’ve been counting, one more and you should get close to subspace.”

Shuddering visibly, you crave that feeling, the complete surrender that seeps into every crevice of your being, until you’re just floating. “I want-” His mouth descends, capturing you in a deep kiss, his hands moving over your body. The kiss drags you further under. You lean into his warmth. His fingers are moving deliberately, you realize he is pulling at the knots. The comforting squeeze around your body changes instantly, the ropes tighten harshly, digging into your flesh. At the same time the sting of his crop flares across your right butt cheek. Pulling from the kiss you cry out, “please!”

“Bunny,” his hand digs into your hair pulling your head back and kissing you. You’re reeling from the two different sides of him at once. “How do you address me?” Another slice of pain as the crop lands again.

“Master,” you whimper under his assault.

Squeezing his fist, your scalp tingles at the pressure. The desperate tightness around your breasts is painfully arousing. The crop lands again on your ass, several fast blows. Your mouth falls open, your eyes round, as the pain shoots through your body. Course chills grate your flesh, your lungs catch up to the pain and a guttural cry escapes your throat.

“That was beautiful,” Katsuki kisses your neck, moving up to your ear, “only a few more seconds,” he whispers encouragingly. “You’re doing so good, such an amazing bunny. No one even comes close to you, stay with me and it’ll all be worth it.” He continues landing blows steadily on the same spot. Grabbing your face with his fingers, his gaze pierces through your haze. “Count bunny, count to five and it stops.”

“One! Two! Three!” You yell as you close your eyes, saliva pools at the corners of your mouth. The pain is beyond anything you’ve experienced before.

“Bunny.”

“Sorry Master,” you sob. “Four! Five!” Like magic, the pain stops and the ropes go slack. Chest heaving, you look up into his face, he’s smiling.

“Good girl.”

You laugh harshly, licking your lips. A buzzing fills your head as another wave of endorphins overtakes your mind. You stumble forward, losing control of your body, you sink into his arms. Everything is hazy, a foggy dream wraps around your brain. Looking up at him in that moment you want to cry at the intensity of emotions running through you. He is your Master, your reason for being, a prickling flush of heat spreads across your skin. You want to touch him, to run your hands through his blonde spikes but your hands won’t move. “Master,” you're transfixed by the approving expression on his face.

“Yes bunny?”

You try to say everything at once but nothing comes out. He tugs on his main knot, there is a feeling of pure bliss as his ropes bind you tighter, you lean your cheek into his chest, “am I really a good rope bunny?”

Chuckling he cradles you for a moment. “The best bunny I could ever want.” Opening the door, he gently strokes your cheek, “it’s time.”

In that moment you could not be happier. Your mind is only focused on his words, which you echo, “I’m the best rope bunny.” He is moving around you, setting up your body as you drift hazily in and out. Whispers of praise in your ears fill your already bursting flood of joy. More ropes are added around your hips and waist, snaking in loops painfully across your skin, you only sigh, the torment pushes you further into the growing bliss. Everything tightens digging deep, you gasp and smile as he leans into you, his hand rubbing your inflamed back.

“Anything especially uncomfortable?” His eyes are focused solely on you.

Trying to feel the the ropes around your body, you shake your head, “no Master.”

“You ready again bunny?”

You furrow your brow trying to understand him. “For what Master?” He clicks his tongue, stroking your bound arms. The sharp slap of the crop barely registers.

“It's time, bunny, to completely surrender.” The ropes tighten, searing your skin as his fingers move across the knots. Again the crop lands on your back but the pain is distant.

“Master,” it’s the only word you can utter. Looking sideways you see the edge of the crowd.

Katsuki pops a soft blow on your lower back. “Only me bunny, don’t look there.”

“Yes Master,” you cast another quick glance back, your mind is fuzzy but standing in the back, you think you see him, Eijiro? You hear a fierce growl.

The crop lands again with an intensity that rips you back to him, gripping your face he forces your eyes on him. “Almost time to count bunny,” lifting the crop he begins to land more blows across your back.

“Master?” You whimper, the new sensations breaking through your haze. You’re almost ready to yell your safety word when his lips are near your neck again, breath tickling your ear. “Count to five bunny and give yourself to me.”

A warm arm is under your cheek, you move feeling the smooth skin. Something amazingly soft is touching your entire body, slowly waking you look to see what is so luxurious, a light gray fur blanket is wrapped around your body, tickling your chin.

“Don’t move,” Katsuki sees your eyes opening. He pulls you tighter against his body.

Freezing you try to remember where you are, you move to adjust your body, pain radiates from your skin. “Ow!”

“I told you not to move (y/n),” he scolds you gently. His hands brushing your face. “The ropes are off and I put medicine on your body but I couldn’t give you anything for the pain until you woke up.”

Moving your head to see him, you yelp, his face is directly in front of yours. Laughing, you almost start crying as a shuddering wave of nervousness releases through you. “You’re so close,” you push back but his arms hold you still.

“You don’t like following orders do you?” Katsuki nips your ear, “don’t move (y/n).”

“Sorry,” you nod. You lay quietly in his arms. He’s right, the stinging pain ebbs as you let your bodies settle into each other. His hand strokes your hair lightly. “Thank you Master.” You murmur, you hear him sigh.

“You may call me Katsuki.”

“Oh,” your voice is laced with as much disappointment as his. “Katsuki,” you whisper. Taking a deep breath you smell the light scent of candles burning. “Where are we?”

“Mmm, another private room. We can stay here as long as you need.”

Glancing around you see it’s a beautiful room, decorated in an older style of traditional Japanese decor. “It’s beautiful,” a small fountain trickles as koto music plays softly. “None of the other people will need this room?” You don’t want to leave such a serene and gorgeous place.

“This is my own private space, no one will bother us here.”

You blink while taking in the gorgeous room, “your own room?” How many women have laid here with him? A burning heat flushes your cheeks, you try to turn your head to hide. His finger slips under your chin, he clicks his tongue.

“It’s not like that (y/n), I’m a Pro-Hero, the highest level of discretion is needed for me. I’m not the only one with a room.” He stares into your wide eyes. “Since this is my home club they offer it to me,” he smiles, “ it gives them a powerful draw for members.”

“Oh okay,” the image of other subs still lingers in your mind.

“Stop,” he pinches your chin lightly. “You’re dropping right now, emotions are chaotic for you. I’m a Dom, as you are a Sub. I do work with other women but,” his voice trails off.

“But?” You raise your brows, you tip your head. He sucks in a big breath as he kisses your forehead.

“I’ll get you some medicine.” He begins to pull away. Clutching at his wide shoulders, you grimace at the pain slicing over your skin as you stop him.

“No, you can’t leave,” your heart hammers at your boldness but you’re sure you’ll fall apart without him holding you. “Stay here with me, please.”

Blonde eyebrows shoot up as he laughs softly. “My amazing princess, I’m not sure which I like more.”

“Which?” You furrow your brow, “what do you mean?”

“The fiery princess in my arms now or the completely surrendered bunny earlier.” He shakes his head, what was it about you that had such a powerful effect on him? “But I need to get up and get something for you. What happens when you’re complaining later? You need to take something princess.”

“Katsuki,” you whine, peeking through your lashes. “I’m the one dropping, please stay here, this is so nice.”

Sighing he squints at you sternly, his expression melting into a teasing smile, “you rule the drop princess, so, I guess I’m all yours.”

“Yes,” you glare back playfully, “you’re mine,” your voice trips, “no one else’s.”

“Mmmm” he hums, laying his face on yours, “whatever my princess wants, she gets.”

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mogivonshogi · 2 years ago

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This was so much fun to write!! Sharing in both channels.

The Drop

Bakugou/Eijiro/Reader

☀︎☀︎☀︎☀︎☀︎☀︎☀︎☀︎☀︎☀︎☀︎☀︎☀︎☀︎☀︎☀︎☀︎☀︎

DNI 18+ Language, mature BDSM themes. Consensual control/beating/restraint. Dom/Sub relationship.

You know me, I love my edgy fluff!!

Clutching at your necklace you take a deep breath. “Until five,” you murmur. Tears threaten but you look up blinking, you don’t have time to reapply your makeup. Shaking, you open your phone, clicking on favorites, you open his profile. Tears slip down your cheek, “shit,” you sniffle, fuck it now, you let them fall hot and wet down your face, screw the makeup. Sitting back on your hotel bed, you know you’ll be late to the big breakfast opener. Clicking edit you slowly delete three letters and replace it with Eijiro. It looks strange seeing his name, when was the last time you even thought of him as anything but Sir? It was at the club, after your breakup with another same old, same old type of guy. You’d been curious and found a local club hosting an informative event. Scared as shit you’d paid the cover and snuck in, sitting in the back. Huddled in a chair you watched wide eyed as the man on stage began putting restraints on a woman stripped down to her underwear. A soft chuckle next to you had ripped your gaze away, landing instead on the large redhead that seemed to appear out of nowhere.

“First time?” Kiri could see the telltale sign of frightened curiosity.

“Yeah,” you breathe out shakily. Pointing to the stage you see the woman now blindfolded, “what’s going to happen to her?” You're sure your heart has never beat faster as excitement and fear mingle into a new startling sensation.

“Whatever she asked for.” Eijiro raised his small whiskey glass and sipped. He’d seen you slink into the crowd and work your way to the back. There was something about you. Soft but with an edge, he couldn’t take his eyes off you, so when you’d sat down, he’d grabbed his drink and beelined for you before someone else gobbled you up.

“Wait!?” You glance up as the man pulled out horrendous looking whips. “Whatever she wants?!?” The woman was standing completely still as the man ran his gloved hands over her body, his whips gently caressing her skin. “I thought,” you lean closer to whisper. “I thought it was up to him?”

Smiling Kiri shook his head, “how it happens is up to him but it’s a negotiation beforehand. She has soft and hard limits as does he, both know what’s allowed.”

“Are they going to have sex?” You whisper quietly this time. Red hooded eyes appraise you. The smile staying on his face, Kiri shakes his head again.

“Two different things, this isn’t about sex, it’s about dom and sub together.”

Looking back up, the man has begun whirling his whips, watching horrified you realize the woman is barely flinching, the whips are almost kissing her. “She’s not screaming in pain.” This earned another chuckle.

“She’s in subspace.”

“Subspace? What’s that?”

“An amazing place but a dom has to be careful, when they’re in subspace it can be easy to overwork your submissive.”

“Overwork?”

Taking a deep breath Kiri set his drink down and patted the seat next to him. “Sit here, sorry, I don’t know your name.”

“I’m (y/n),” moving, you slide in next to him. At that moment you notice he’s much bigger than you realized. “Oh,” escapes from your mouth before you can clamp your lips shut.

“Oh?” Eijiro tilts his head questioningly.

“You're bigger in real life.”

“You know who I am?”

Laughing, you nudge him gently, “uh, yeah, Red Riot.” His eyes flare in the dimly lit room.

“Why are you here (y/n)?”

Turning back to the stage you watch in fascination. The man is clearly hyper focused on the woman, every move he makes is deliberate and intentional, something flares in your stomach reaching down like a hand grabbing your clit suddenly, you almost groan out loud. “I think this might be something that would make me,” you pause searching for the right word. Turning back to Kiri your heart leaps in your throat at the glint in his eyes, “happy?” You finish lamely.

“Happy?”

“Well, I’m not sure about that,” you point to the stage, “maybe not that, but I just feel like something’s kinda missing.”

“Missing?” He echoes back at you.

Fidgeting, you shrug, “I’m successful, I have a good job and I’m good at running my life. I’m strong willed and have a bratty nature sometimes.” You blush, “wow, that all just came outta my mouth.”

“Good, I like hearing about you, what else?”

Shrugging, you smile, “everyone keeps telling me that I’m a dominant person but,” you sigh, “I’m definitely an alpha, I can manage a million things with one hand and whip up a batch of cookies with the other.”

“I love cookies,” Eijiro winks.

“Oh, well, you know what I mean. I’m the person everyone comes to when something has to get done.”

“So, what’s missing?”

Taking a deep breath, you decide to just jump in the deep end, what could you lose? That’s why you came here in the first place. “Dating men is hard and sex,” you glance at Eijiro, “I - I like a man to take charge in the bedroom.”

“But you want to take charge of your life?”

“Yeah,” you breathe out, “maybe? Not always, but I think I want a man to be,” you look again at the restrained woman, the man is leaning over her and kissing her back, you can see his mouth moving, he’s whispering to her. “That,” you point to him, “a man to be like that.”

That was it, for two months Kiri had talked to you, texting every day to ask about your day, wishing you a good morning and good night. Taking you to dinner or coffee depending on how your schedules worked. He was always probing, asking, finding out so much about you. At first you thought he wanted to date but as he dug deeper you realized he wanted something very different. Something that would be exactly what you were looking for, at least, you hoped. Then, it happened, when you’d finally slept with him, he’d taken you to such heights you’d begged him to take your body, your mind, to take everything. He’d looked at you with red eyes glowing.

“If you really want this, then I’m no longer Eijiro to you.”

You sniffled at the memory, that was it, the last time you’d heard his name between the two of you.

“From now on I’m Sir.”

He’d given you the collar a week later and you wore it anytime you were together. Sometimes you’d wear it out but since you weren’t a full-time 24/7 sub, you generally didn’t unless he was with you. For eighteen months you’d been in bliss. Being his submissive was more than you’d hoped, you’d always thought having someone tell you what to do would chaff, you were an alpha, you made the rules in your life, but it just didn't. He was demanding and exacting, doled out punishment when you were bratty, but he was never cruel or mean. He always held you and took care of you after every session. Then, your world collapsed. Four months ago, you were promoted, to head up the largest division of your company. A huge accomplishment, you’d been elated and devastated all at the same time. You had to move across the country, you had to leave Sir. At first you were going to turn it down.

“NO way!” you crossed your arms staring at Sir. “I’m not leaving you.”

“Come here.”

Getting up, you sat in his lap, he cradled you, rubbing on your back. “Beautiful girl, you are talented and amazing.” He nuzzled your neck. “Don’t let this stop you, you’re going places. This was a time for you to learn and decide what you want in your personal life, now you need to conquer your professional life.”

He’d been right, he always was, you’d moved away and tried long distance, but intimacy was so important to both of you that it began to show cracks and strain in the relationship. Finally, after trying to connect over the last two weeks, your phone had rung at 4am. Sitting straight up you had blinked realizing you were in a hotel. Sir flashed on the screen. Grabbing the phone, you clicked answer. “Sir?”

“Baby girl?”

His voice, smooth and rough at the same time tickled your senses. That was all it took for endorphins to flood your brain, your body felt the prickly sensation of chills as happiness coursed through your veins. You wanted to laugh and cry at the same time. “I miss you.”

“I know, where are you?”

“Some Pro-hero conference my company sponsored, that you declined!”

“I did?” He chuckled, “someone’s gotta save the world while everyone else is playing.”

“Ugh! You could’ve been here Sir!” You grouse.

“I know, but that would’ve just made things harder to stop baby girl.” He sighed heavily.

“No, we don’t need to stop!”

“Listen,” his tone firm, “we both know you crave touch desperately, it’s what makes you tick.”

“It does,” you can barely speak as your throat constricts around your sorrow.

“Plus, I know you’ve been wanting more, even with me, I think you’re ready to find someone full-time.”

“Not right now!” You clench your jaw, just the thought of someone else makes your skin crawl.

“It’s time (y/n), this is last time I’m gonna tell you what to do. After today, we’re back to just being friends again, okay?”

“Okay,” you mumble, your head almost fuzzy from despair.

“After I hang up, you’re going to go back to bed, don't think about this. It’s early there and you have a big day today. When you wake up again, you're going to open your phone and change my profile name back to Eijiro. Hear me?”

“I do Sir, I mean,” you stopped, you weren’t ready to say his name. “I have one favor to ask.”

“What?” His voice is clipped, you cringe at his tone.

“Can I wear my collar one more day?” He went quiet, you knew he was thinking, debating on the answer.

“Until five your time. At the end of the day, I expect a photo of your throat with no collar at 5:01 sharp, that’s the last command you’ll ever get from me.”

“No punishment if I don’t?” You tease, the bratty side of you rearing its ugly head.

“What do you think?” His voice stern.

Sucking in a deep breath, you nod, “I’ll send the photo.”

“You know, when you get back, there’s a friend of mine that lives near you. He might be someone you could connect with, until you find your 24/7.”

“No, I - I can’t even think about that.”

“Well, when you’re ready, let’s talk after you get home. Maybe I can come for a visit, I’ll introduce you. We can all hang out as friends.”

“I’d like that Eijiro,” you frown, the name just felt wrong in your mouth.

You’d finally hung up the phone and followed his orders exactly, your brain and body never fought him. You’d fallen back asleep and now, you’d changed his name. Heading back to the bathroom, you quickly fix your makeup, the first texts asking where you were starting to come through your phone. “Time to be the boss lady,” you grimace and adjust your necklace carefully, touching the small circle smiling, “until five.”

The day had been hectic, as always everyone was running to you for help. The kitchen had messed up on the lunch specifications for the food allergies and you’d had to jump in and order from a local restaurant twenty gluten free meals. The panel was going well now though and you’d been assured that the drinks and dinner buffet was getting set up as the day was winding down. Sitting near the back you listened to several of the Pro-Heroes debate different issues. Watching the five on stage, your eyes kept moving back to the spiky blonde sitting at the end. Every time he talked, you chuckled. He was gorgeous, even from the distance you could see he was big, almost like, your brain had to pause, Eijiro, red eyes too but he was so different. Where Eijiro was patient and caring, you could see Bakugou was edgy and forceful, not waiting for anything. Standing up, you could see the time for the panel was ending, it was almost 5:00, clutching your collar, you took a deep breath.

“Explosion! You’re not listening to what I’m saying.”

“Dunce Head, not only did I listen but I’m freaking disagreeing.” Katsuki huffed, he eyed the suits stuffed in the room. He hated these gigs, somewhere he’d crossed his wires and accidentally accepted. “I think shoving people into rocket ships and shooting them into outer space is ridiculous.” He turned off the microphone, he was fucking done. In the back a woman stood up and began pacing along the rear panels. He arched a brow, now there was someone that knew how to dress. The outfit was impeccable but sexy, clinging to her curves and still leaving some to the imagination. Sighing, he waited for the other extras to finish babbling, now Raccoon Eyes was going off on some tangent. They looked back at him, he turned on the microphone, “what?”

“She asked you a question,” Sero nodded to Mina.

“Look, I appreciate everyone coming out to hear all of this but just because we’re Pro-Heroes doesn’t mean we’re smart, I mean listen to Dunce Head here.” The crowd laughed. He saw sexy suit begin moving quickly towards them. He smiled, of course, she was probably in charge. “I mean, we’re really just a bunch of meat heads,” seeing the reaction on sexy suit’s face, he chuckled, her pace doubled as she launched herself up to the stage.

Grabbing the microphone from Bakugou, you smile at the crowd. “This has been a great panel, thank you to all of our Pro-Heroes for participating, drinks will be served right outside and the dinner buffet will be out on the lawn, it’s a beautiful evening so let’s enjoy.” A round of applause rippled loudly through the large ballroom. Clicking the microphone off, you glare at the blonde sitting on the stool, his big body balanced precariously. He beamed at you. “No,” you point at him. “You almost messed this up, no smiling, go get a drink and be nice.”

“I’ve been fucking nice all day.”

Hands on your hips, you shook your head, “may I advise you next time Mr. Explosion, if my invitation shows up in your mailbox, just say no!” Turning you smiled at the others taking their microphones. One of the techs ran up on stage helping with the equipment.

“(y/n),” you looked up to see the CEO crossing over to the stage calling your name.

“Oh, excuse me everyone, do you mind meeting our CEO for a moment? He's been hoping to meet you, but the day’s been so crazy.”

“Sure,” Sero grinned, he waited with Denki, Mina and Shinso. “Oh, but Bakugou is already leaving.”

“What?!” You could see his spiky blonde head moving out to the bar. “I’ll be right back.” Jumping down from the stage your feet scream at you. “I know, I know, later I promise a full foot massage, but I gotta get him back,” your whisper to your aching feet.

“Bakugou,” you call as you weave through the crowd. “Bakugou!” Trying to get close, you finally call out loudly, “KATSUKI!” Several heads turn and look, including his, blushing red, you motion for him to come back. Even from the distance you hear him click his tongue, nodding he turns and walks back.

“Miss me?” He laughs.

“Almost, not really, but my CEO does and he really wanted to meet all of you.” Fidgeting, you peek at your phone, you realize you don't have much time, you really wanted to sit quietly for at least five minutes before taking it off. If this brat would just cooperate.

Peering up on stage he took a deep breath, your hand catching his eye, he tipped his head. “That’s a beautiful necklace.”

“What?” You glance down, pulling your hand away, you didn’t know you were even touching it. “Thanks, I um, would you go back and say hi for me?” He stood looking at you, red eyes simmering a soft crimson color. Walking up he stood over you looking down. Slipping his finger under your necklace, he looked closely at the design.

“Depends on how you ask.”

The heat from his body was almost oppressive, he was so close. He was big, bigger than Eijiro, his black shirt and pants covering what you could see now was a very well-built body. “I’m not sure what you mean, please?” You furrow your brow, backing up, “could you please go back and say hi to my CEO?”

“Good enough,” he smiled, turning as he walked back to the stage.

Breathing out a sigh of relief, you head to the bar, clicking on the phone, you see you have three minutes left. The bar was relatively quiet as most people had spilled out onto the large lawn and were enjoying the music and drinks outside. Waving towards the bartender, you smile wide, “vodka tonic, please.” You point to the last chair at the bar, heading to your seat, you sit, leaning on the wall, exhausted.

“Here you go,” setting the drink down, the bartender winked and headed back to take more orders.

Taking a long sip, you pull out your phone, using the glass as a stand, you flip to selfie mode. The shot is perfect, framing your neck. Reaching up, you unclasp the necklace and hit the timer, counting down, 3..2..1.. The phone clicks as the photo shows in the corner. Opening your texts, you send it to him. It’s 5:01 exactly. His last command. You try not to think about it, realization dawning that it's over. The icy chill floods your brain first, like someone dumping a bucket of freezing water over your head, you can feel your body shaking. “Fuck,” you hold yourself, wrapping your arms around your body, “not fucking now,” you seethe at yourself.

“Hey (y/n).”

Sitting up quickly, you clamp your mouth shut trying to stop your chattering teeth, your brain is frozen solid, you try to focus. “Mr. President,” you can hear your words sound slightly slurred, you see him eye your drink. “Sorry, just got the chills suddenly, long day,” you can feel your body and brain starting to disconnect. Not now, not now. You keep your eyes focused on the President.

“Bakugou was asking about you,” suddenly you see him, your vision is so limited you hadn’t even noticed him there.

“He was?” you try to sound cheerful, but the sadness is starting to hit now. Glancing at the doors, you need to get outta here.

“He said he didn’t get to meet the person in charge, so here you go, Katsuki, please meet (y/n).”

“Thanks,” Katsuki paused, he could see something was wrong. Your face was pale, deathly white and a shimmer of sweat had sprung up along your forehead. Those beautiful eyes were darting between them and the door, you looked like a deer caught in headlights.

“I’ll leave you two alone, I have to go get the ceremony started.” Turning he disappeared into the crowd leaving you staring at those intense red eyes, which were staring at your neck.

“What happened to your necklace?”

“Ng,” you can barely speak now, “it’s, um, gone, time to be gone.” Backing up, you turn, “I have to go,” you force out in a whisper.

“Wait, are you okay?” Wrapping his arm around you, he can feel your body shaking uncontrollably. “Shit, are you sick?”

“Room,” you whisper, eyes flicking up desperately at him, “please,” you beg softly.

“What room?”

“515,” almost collapsing, you feel his arm hold you steady as he guides you out of the crowded room and to the elevator. “Should I call a doctor?”

“No, not like that.” You know what’s happening, you’ve dealt with it so many times now over the past eighteen months, but never alone, not without Eijiro.

Getting off the elevator, you fumble in your purse pulling out your key, your hand shaking so badly, he reaches out to hold your wrist steady. “Thanks,” you mumble. Opening the door, you practically fall onto the bed. Yanking off your heels, you strip from your suit.

“Ah, (y/n)?” Katsuki can see your beyond gone, your eyes practically rolling back in your head, you’re shaking so hard now. Grimacing as he watches you try to unbutton your blouse, he sits next to you and gently begins to unbutton. “Shhh, hang on.”

“Th-thank you.”

Pulling off your blouse, he reaches behind and unzips your skirt, slowly pulling it down your legs. Looking back up, he squints at you, something clicking in place. “(y/n), are you dropping?”

Eyes wide, you crawl into the bed, pulling the comforter around you. Closing your eyes, you nod.

“Your necklace, that was a collar, you took it off tonight, did your Dom leave you?”

Tears trickling down your cheeks, you shake your head, “no, moved apart.”

“And that happened today?” Katsuki rubbed your body, his big hands moving slowly over every curve warming you up.

“Kind of, today was his last command,” you managed a coherent sentence, you almost laughed. You could hear his tongue click.

“Can I talk to him?”

“To Sir?” You shake your head, “I mean, Eijiro?” Blonde brows snap upward.

“Wait, Eijiro? You're her?”

“Her? Who’s her?”

“Fuck,” grabbing his phone Bakugou hit speed dial, listening to the phone ring he paced. “C’mon fucker,” he heard him pick up.

“Fucker here,” Eijiro laughed, “what’s up Bakugou? Haven’t heard your snarling voice in a while.”

“Hey Red, listen up, got someone here that’s in a full sub drop, she’s in bad shape, I need you to help me out.”

“Fuck, wait? What the fuck? You're with (y/n)?”

“Yeah, something about taking her collar off today?”

“She sent me the picture right at 5:01 your time. Fuck, you’re together?” Eijiro couldn’t quite wrap his head around what he was telling him.

“I’m at some event her company is hosting.”

“When do you go to that shit?”

“Shitty Hair! Fuck, listen up, what does she need me to do?”

“Oh, sorry man, well she likes grilled cheese, hot chocolate, stupid movies and um, well.” Eijiro rubbed his neck, “likes it when I cuddle with her naked.”

Glancing down at you, Katsuki let out a sigh, “okay, got it.”

“Take care of her Kat, she’s special, not like anyone I’ve ever subbed before, she’s the one I mentioned to you, that moved near you. I thought, well I guess you’ve met now. She gets really big sub drops, she’s so emotional and let’s completely go, no one like her. Let me know once she’s back to normal.”

“Yeah, okay.” Hanging up Katsuki squatted down, staring into your eyes. “I just talked to Eijiro.”

“You did?”

Watching your eyes light up at his name made him grit his teeth, no reason to get jealous he chided himself. “He told me how to help you, so hang in there,” grabbing the remote he punched in the guide. “Pick out a movie you want to watch and I’ll order you some food.”

“Can I have some ice cream?”

“You want ice cream?” He smiled softly, “not hot chocolate or grilled cheese?”

“No more, that’s over,” blinking back tears, you twist your lips thinking, “now I want ice cream and a hamburger.”

Laughing, Katsuki smoothed your hair back, “you are something else aren’t you? Proud of you princess, gonna get through this quick, okay?”

“Okay,” burrowing into the comforter, you begin clicking through the movies, an old Marilyn Monroe black and white popped on, smiling, you turn up the sound and nestle in to watch.

After hanging up with room service, Katsuki moved around to the other side of the bed, climbing onto the comforter. He laid his hand on your body. He could feel you shivering. “Still cold?”

“Yeah, but it’ll go away,” you try to sound strong.

“Eijiro mentioned that he cuddled with you,” leaning over the comforter wrapped around your head, he peeked into the small opening. “Why don’t we do that? It might help you warm up.”

“W-What?” Pushing back the cover, you look at him incredulously, “but you don’t know me, I don’t know you!”

Grabbing your shoulders, Bakugou shook his head, “listen (y/n), I’m a Dom like Eijiro, we got into this lifestyle at the same time. I understand what’s happening and how important it is for you to get through this quickly, otherwise you’ll get really depressed, right?”

“Yeah,” tears welling in your eyes, “you really understand?”

“I do, so I’m gonna just take off my shirt, gonna leave on my pants and hold you, is that enough?”

“Yeah, that’s good,” a soft red blush flushed your cheeks.

“That’s cute,” Bakugou smiled, touching your nose, “I like that princess.” Unbuttoning his shirt, he pulled himself in under the covers. Sliding up behind you, he pulled you hard against his chest. Laying one arm down your body.

His heat, like a furnace, it blasted your skin, the chills coursing through your body retreated as waves of his body heat pushed through you. It was like the sun pushing through the clouds on a rainy day, sighing softly, you felt every muscle that was clenched relax.

“There you go,” he cooed in your ear. “You are beautiful,” he kissed your cheek softly, running his large hand down your hip and leg, warming you. “Simply and absolutely stunning.”

“Thanks,” you murmur, feeling your body going limp. Your eyes growing heavy, you feel yourself tugged down. Closing your eyes, you let yourself drift away. You weren’t sure how long you were out, but a knock at the door startled you awake.

“Shhh,” kissing your back, Katsuki pulled you hair back tucking it behind your ear, “just your food, I’m gonna get up and get everything for us.” Climbing out of bed, he pulled on his shirt quickly answering the door.

You could hear him chatting with the room service clerk briefly before pulling in the small table, letting the door close behind him, he was alone. Letting out a long breath, relief washed over you. You were worried he’d let the person in, you hated seeing strangers when you dropped. Staring at Katsuki for a moment, you almost laughed, he was a stranger, but why? Why did it feel like you’d known him forever? Pushing the table next to the bed, he lifted the lid on your hamburger and ice cream. Your stomach growled loudly. He grinned.

“When did you eat last?”

“Um, oh whenever” you struggled to sit up with the comforter still wrapped around you.

“Don’t lie to me.”

Your eyes snapped up staring at him, your stomach quivered deliciously from the tone of his voice. “Breakfast,” you reply automatically. Looking down you opened the ketchup pouring it on your hamburger. What the hell just happened?

“Good girl,” a smile tugged on his lips. “Then you need to eat,” pulling up a chair, he sat across, “ordered myself one too,” he piled everything on.

“Thanks, I hate eating by myself.” You munched quietly on your burgers, Marilyn was running around on the screen with her classic hairdo and sunglasses. You watched the movie, sneaking peeks at the large blonde across from you. His red eyes caught you staring and smiled. Looking away, you could feel the heat on your cheeks.

“Looks like your chills are gone,” he smirked softly.

“They are,” you notice you aren’t shaking anymore. “I’m not ready to come out of the blanket though.” You pout softly.

“Whatever you want princess,” finishing his hamburger, Katsuki picked up the bowl of ice cream. “Ready?”

“Yeah,” you push the rest of your burger away. Standing, he moved the table to sit down beside you. Spooning the melting sweetness, he held up the spoon to your mouth.

“What are you doing?”

“Feeding you.”

Rolling your eyes, you laugh, “I can feed myself.”

“Do you want ice cream?”

Again, his tone, a different kind of shiver raced up your spine. “Yes,” you nod, watching as he held up the spoon waiting. Opening your mouth, he grinned wickedly, letting you tongue the icy cream off the spoon.

“Better when someone feeds you.”

Blushing again, you smile, “it is.”

“More?”

“Well of course,” you point to the bowl, “every drop, I love my sweets.”

“A sweet tooth huh?” He held up another gooey spoonful.

“My whole life, I always preferred sweets to salt.”

“Not me, I’m the salty kind.”

“Yeah you are,” laughing you dip down hiding your smile. You could hear him clicking his tongue.

“I’m feeding you ice cream and I get shit?”

“Sorry.”

“Yeah, we’ll see, payback’s a bitch princess.” Spooning the ice cream slowly, Bakuogu finally held up the empty bowl. “Here,” he handed you the bowl, his red eyes blazing.

“Here what?”

“You said every drop.”

“I did, I ate it all.”

“Nope, there’s still some in the bowl, if you say every drop, then you mean it, why don’t you finish it?”

Sitting up you furrow your brow, “can you hand me the spoon?” There really wasn’t enough to scoop.

“This bowl is gonna have to be licked out princess,” Katsuki cocked a grin at you.

“Licked?” Staring at him incredulously, you shake your head, “I’m on a drop and you want me to lick the bowl?”

Reaching out, he ran his finger down your cheek lightly, “someone’s gotta get every drop.” He waited for a moment, taking the bowl he lifted it, “I can lick it for you, since you're on a drop, would you like that?”

Staring at the bowl you swallowed hard, your stomach burst into butterflies as every nerve came alive, you shook your head.

“You got it,” locking his red eyes onto yours, he began sweeping his tongue through the bowl, slurping up the melted ice cream. Winking, he never looked away but carefully twisted and turned the bowl, letting his tongue devour every inch. Setting the bowl on the table he licked his lips.

“Was it good?” Your voice small, your heart thrumming heavily in your chest, all you could think of was his tongue.

“I bet you taste better,” patting your body encased in the comforter, he stood and headed to the bathroom to wash the ice cream off his face.

Flipping over you stared at his bare back, muscles rippling as he walked, did he really just say that?

Turning out the bathroom light, he climbed back into bed.

“I think I’m warm now.”

“Well, that’s too bad, cause this is where I’m staying tonight.”

“Tonight?” You squeak back.

“Yep, Eijiro made me promise to look after you until the end and I’d say, since I had to lick your ice cream bowl, you're still dropping, so,” he pulled you back into his arms. “I’ll stay.” Caressing your arm softly, he kissed your shoulder.

“Alright, um,” you glance over your shoulder, “did you want to take off your pants and be more comfortable?”

A grin split his face, “I was hoping you’d ask.”

“Just to be comfortable!” You huffed as he shimmied out of his pants.

“Of course, comfort.” Pulling you back into his arms, he held you stroking your arm, waiting until you relaxed.

“Thank you, Bakugou,” you whispered. You could hear him grunt.

“You don’t like that?”

“Nope.”

“Katsuki?”

“For now.”

Turning you looked up into his red eyes gleaming at you. “For now?”

Smiling, he reached up and turned off the light, “for now, call me Katsuki, but,” he kissed your cheek, “I think there’s a better name for you to call me someday.”

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