#—another tasty treat! 🍬

[crybaby-bkg]

I love jealous Bakugou who starts peacocking after a while to get all of your attention.

going to a party and Kiri carelessly picks you up to spin you during a dance, drunken laughter shared between you two. Bakugou watches on the couch the whole time, eyes slitted as he nurses the same beer he’s had all night. he listens to you giggle over the music about how strong Kiri is and—fuck it, he’ll show you strength. he takes the opportunity to scoop you off of your feet next time you guys are out and there’s a puddle in the middle of the road, puffs his chest out a little as he cradles you against him, when you let out that lighthearted giggle but for him this time.

Bakugou catches you chatting deku up, squeezing at his biceps when you tease him about how big he’s been getting. you only do it bc you know it flusters the green haired man, and you think it’s cute how he looks like a strawberry whenever you coo at him. But Bakugou only sees that as the push to go to the gym more, focusing even more on his arms, wearing all of his tanks around you. puffs his chest out again when he puts his arms behind his head and you pat at the bulging muscle and find yourself tracing the veins on his arms.

He sees you dancing with Sero at another squad gathering, something fast and sensual, your arms around his neck while he holds your waist. his face is buried into your neck and it makes you giggle whenever he whispers where to move your feet next. and does Bakugou take that as an active threat against his crush on you? of course he does. finds himself holding you against him at a party, swaying with you, way out of his comfort zone but he wants to show you that he can dance too, damnit.

Denki makes some offhanded comment about holding your bags when you go out to an amusement park, something else about going with you when you need the bathroom too. Bakugou is most definitely shoving him out of the way, manhandling all of your bags from you as he pushes you in the direction of the bathrooms instead. finds his chest practically spilling out of his shirt when you hug him by the end of the night, thanking him for being so kind, telling him that he’s the best friend you could ask for.

and does his heart drop to his ass when he hears the word friend? maybe. just a little.

[crybaby-bkg]

cw: sleazy baku n Kiri, kinda dub con

When you had marked the ‘any gender’ box on your form, you honestly still expected the same woman you’ve gotten a few times beforehand. The biweekly massages you got were something that was damn near a necessity—working constantly and sitting around on your laptop and weird sleeping positions will definitely do that to a person. So when you finished your form and waited for your name to be called, the last thing you were expecting was to see some big, burly blond standing at the entrance to the massage section of the building. He called your name, looked you up and down, before grunting in acknowledgment and turning on his heel, as you scurry behind him.

He was nice though, a little rough around the edges, but quiet and respectful of your privacy. He knocked before entering after he told you to undress, and was it bad that you were only sitting in your panties now? You sometimes keep your bra on, but your shoulders have been shot to shit after working overtime and you think the straps just might get in the way. He comes in though, with an even bigger and burlier redhead man, who’s all grins and thick hands.

“Hope you don’t mind it, but he’s a new trainee and is required to sit in for a few sessions. Toward the end, he’ll have his turn with you. That sound okay, sweetheart?” The blond, Bakugou he introduced himself as, tells you as he helps you turn onto your stomach while keeping the thin blanket tucked around you. His words make your heart sink a little though, as you glance at the redhead, Kirishima, who sits in the corner and smiles at you politely. Your brain tells you that two male masseuses who could easily overpower you isn’t really a smart idea, but you’re tired and your body is sore, so you just agree quietly.

Bakugou is good with his hands, you realize quickly. They’re thick and warm and soft from the oil he pours onto your back. You find yourself humming more often than you usually do, in a trance like state almost, from how relaxed his magic hands are.

Things go on normally until he pulls the blanket back to rest at the top of your ass. You’re too relaxed to tell him his hands shouldn’t be slipping under the cover, and he only answers your inquisitive hum with a reply about this being apart of the massage.

You should feel a little panicked too, when you hear the chair in the corner squeak with the weight of someone standing from it. You feel another pair of even thicker hands softly parting your thighs, feel how they sink into the cushion of your thighs, digging into the meat of your thighs, pulling and pushing and kneading and—fuckkk.

They haven’t even touched you through your panties, and the fabric is already sticking to your lips. You moan under your breath, eyes fluttering closed as you hear two damn near evil chuckles behind you. The globes of your ass is suddenly being massaged by warm hands, your panties being pulled aside to watch the strings of your slick stick to the fabric.

“Great first lesson, ain’t it, bro?” You hear the redhead say with a soft laugh, when he snaps your panties back in place and rubs a single finger over your lips to feel how wet you’ve become.

“Shut up, you’ve literally been here longer than I have.” Bakugou snorts quietly, pulling your panties up higher and higher until the outline of your lips is transparent to their greedy eyes. You should fucking freak out, once you realize that this must be some sick shit that they like to do, but you’re too relaxed and everything feels too damn good and fuck, you haven’t been touched by a man in a while. What’s the harm in letting them feel you up and give you the happy ending you deserve?

In only a few minutes, you find yourself on your back, panties and blanket gone now, as Kiri sits at the foot of the bed. He’s got one large paw kneading at your soft thighs, the other pumping two thick fingers inside of your soft walls, cooing down at you with every little mewl you can’t keep in. Bakugou is behind you, hot hands massaging your tits as you reach a hand back and stroke him through his thin pants. And honestly? Yeah, this was definitely the happy ending you fuckin deserved.

[crybaby-bkg]

okay I DONT like angst and I DONT like the thought of breaking up with my one true lover Bakugou but like,,,,,the thought of breaking up with him, not necessarily a nasty breakup, but something mutual, maybe because you’re both just too damn stubborn. neither one of you wanted to be vulnerable enough to let the other in, but expected vulnerability from the other. wanted a safe space in the others arms, without truly reciprocating that same safe space.

and everything doesn’t really work out, kinda falls apart at the seams until you both decide it’s best to just split. and then months, if not years, go by. get togethers become awkward. meet ups at the same agencies is awkward. capturing villains together is still awkward. but there’s a longing between you two, a pull to the other, that makes it hard to really move on.

he texts you, drunk, one night. it starts off as texts, of him just ranting and raving about how shitty you did him, how he kinda misses you but fuck you for whatever dumb bullshit his mind supplies him with. then it becomes voice notes; his voice scratchy and raw as he tries to choke back tears, he’s practically screaming at his phone, and you suspect he’s alone bc his friends would’ve snatched his damn phone by now. it only enrages him more that you don’t answer, but he finally leaves you alone after what feels like hours, after that last audio where he whispers about how much he loved you and regretted not expressing it sooner, how he should’ve kept you closer to his heart.

the next morning, he expects the punch to his jaw, but he doesn’t expect his favorite breakfast combination to be shoved in his hands alongside some pain meds for his hangover. he expects the iciness, but he doesn’t expect for it to melt all over his couch when you sink in beside him, twirling your thumbs, asking if he really meant everything he said last night. he expects you to snap at him, but he doesn’t expect it to be filled with tears and a confession that you regretted the same.

[crybaby-bkg]

jock x nerd trope but instead YOU’RE the jock and Bakugou (omg or even Kiri) is the nerd……

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