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I Sail To Sea, Yet, You Belong To Me.

Alpha!Pirate! Shouta Aizawa x Tavern Owner! Luna! Reader.

(I do not own Shouta Aizawa/ Eraserhead, Hizashi Yamada/Present Mic, Keigo Takami/ Hawks or Eri. Horikoshi Kohei does.  I’m back with the Bnharem collab. This month we finally rolled on Historical AU. I’m super excited and happy for this. I hope you enjoy my story. Again, if this isn’t your cup of tea, blend of spices, or brew of coffee, move on. Reader discretion is advised and remember, Piracy is a crime.)

(If y’all don’t know what a Luna is by now, here’s what a Luna is in a nutshell: It’s an Alpha with both sets of reproductive organs and is a variant of an Alpha that can get pregnant and impregnate others.)

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TW: Omegaverse themes, bleeding, reference to abuse, bedroom scenes, scandal.

Wc: 9,940

The door to your tavern swung open, a rush of the coconut and salt water scented breeze of the Caribbean Island that was your home followed by the sound of the wooden tapping of a peg-leg on the hardwood floors. You looked over and saw a weathered but young sailor who had entered your establishment probably looking for a place to stay while he and his crew were in port. He wore a worn, black regal coat with frayed golden embroidery around the button holes. He also was wearing dirt-ridden ivory breeches with black leather pirate boots. There was a sword hanging from the scabbard at his left hip. Under his captain’s tri-fold hat was a mess of shoulder-length wavy black hair that was cascading down and framing his face, you noticed the black eyepatch over his right eye and the corners of a vertical scar peeking out from the edges of the eyepatch. You watched as he walked with a sort of limp due to his artificial limb, as he came closer, a faint scent of sea salt air and sailor’s coffee came from him and it made a faint red hue cross your cheeks. The pirate set a small bag on your counter that jingled when it made contact, indicating that there was a form of payment inside. You picked up the satchel and peered inside to inspect its contents. Inside was about a dozen gold coins. You covered your mouth and glanced up at the man before quickly dropping the bag back on the counter.

“I need a couple rooms for myself and my crew while we’re in port. This should cover it.” He speaks. Your eyes darted around the room before you gestured for the man to follow you to a less populated area of the tavern and away from the icy gaze of the Lieutenant who belonged Royal Navy sitting in the corner of your tavern. The sailor followed you and raised an eyebrow in suspicion. You knew this man was a pirate and wanted to wave over the soldier and turn this thief in. You pulled the sailor close and spoke in a hushed tone.

“Listen here, pirate. I am fully aware of your type and I have every right to call the Lieutenant in the other room and have you arrested and strung up!” You told him. The pirate raised his hands in defeat and stepped back. “No, you listen, kitty, I have my connections in this run down town, and if it wasn’t for me, your little shop would’ve been burnt down years ago by other pirates, you hear me? Also, who do you think gets this towns shipment of rum?” He said with a smirk. Your face grew to be a deep shade of red as the pirate was now hovering rather close to your face. “Now, will you give me and my crew board for the week? Or are you going to waste my time and yours by involving the scum that is the King’s Royal Navy?” He asked. You shook your head in denial and ducked out of the way of the pirate. You went back to your workplace and went to pick up the bag of coins to check it again. “This will be enough for the week. Is that what you planned for?” You asked as the Captain took a seat at your bar. The gaze of the Lieutenant had caught yours and a chill went down your spine as the bright blue orbs of the soldier told you that the two of you would be talking later. You closed your eyes and turned away as the burn scars on the Lieutentant always made you want to vomit. The pirate noticed and looked at where you had been looking and a scowl appeared on his face. He glared at the Lieutenant and then looked back at you with a calmer expression. “Yes, will it be enough? You can keep the change.” He spoke. “Of course. Your rooms will be ready by tonight.” You told him. “I need them sooner than that if you can handle it.” He said in a firm tone. “Alright. I’ll get my staff to get the rooms prepared…Mr.…What’s your name?” You spoke in a slightly annoyed tone. You pulled out a scrap of parchment and a feather quill to write with. “You may refer to me as Captain Aizawa. You got that, Miss?” The captain spoke before standing up and bowing to you. You rolled your eyes and kept writing. “How many rooms do you need?” You asked.

“Three should do it. My men don’t need much space to rest. Make sure one of the rooms are made up special. We were carrying a guest that we picked up on our travels. She would want space for herself.” He responded as his eyebrows knitted themselves together. You wrote down what he had said and looked back up at him, then over the Lieutenant who was now flirting with one of your staff.  You called the girl over and gave her the list of tasks to do before you shot a glare over to the guardsman who just smirked at you. You returned your attention to the pirate. His dark eyes flicked up to yours and he leaned against the counter and a slight smirk played across his lips.

“Before I go, I’d like to know your name, darling.” He asked you sweetly. This made your cheeks flushed a deep shade of red and you backed away from the counter. “My name? Um… my name is Y/N.” You spoke. The Captain gave a soft smile and tilted his hat to you before walking out of your establishment. “What the heck just happened back there? You have let a pirate and his CREW make board in your establishment. That guardsman is getting on my nerves with him always hanging about my place and flirting with my girls. I wish he would go away but someone has to police the area. Also, that pirate smelled good, So, inviting. I wanted to just fall into his arms and carry me away with him. But I can’t I have my responsibilities here in my tavrn…hmm.” You thoughy to yourself as you got the next order out as one of your staff went to go set up the rooms that the nefarious pirate needed before nightfall.

Back on the docks, Aizawa was walking back to his ship The Lone Wolf  to see how his crew was doing on tying up the ship and taking inventory.  Aizawa approached a blonde man who had a scroll of parchment and a scarlet quill in his hand as he was marking out the inventory of the ship and making a list of what they needed to stock up on. “How’s the list going, Yamada?” He asked. “We need more of salt, meat, bread, and fresh water too We need to replenish our stores of those candles you keep in your quarters. You used them all up during our last trip to sea.” He spoke. The Captain nodded and held his hand out for the grocery list. “I found a place we can stay for the week. I got rooms for all of us, including our ‘special guest’.” He informed his first mate. “Good. You are aware that we will have to transport her during the cover of night, correct?” “That’s right. I will trust you and the rest of my crew to do that while I am… incapacitated this evening. Be aware that it will be a downpour of rain tonight.” He spoke. His first mate nodded in agreement. “I’m going to go check on our guest. You go to the harbor master and pay our dues for the week. I do not wish to deal with him this time.” Aizawa spoke before boarding the ship. The members of his crew saluted him before going about their business. The Captain went to a private section of their hold which was reserved for his own private treasures. He looked around to make sure that no one was watching and unlocked the door. “Princess? We have arrived in the harbor. I have procured lodging for you along with myself and my crew while we are here. To not raise suspicion of the townsfolk, we will have to transport you under the cover of night.” He explained to the shadows of his private safe.  Something splashed and rose a bit out of the makeshift tank that had been fashioned to hold her. “Captain? Is that you? Can you open the window please? I’m scared of the dark.” A tiny voice spoke in the dark. “Of course, your highness.” He said and walked over to the porthole and opened it. He peered outside to make sure no one was around to see her. “Everything is safe, princess.” He spoke and turned to face the tank.

In the tank was a mermaid.

Not just any mermaid mind you, but a child mermaid. She had been injured by some other ruthless pirates and Aizawa had given her refuge on his ship. Some of her smaller fins had been damaged and it hindered her ability to swim correctly. Aizawa had heard of a healer in this port and wanted to take his little mermaid princess to this healer to see if they could help. This mermaid had a bright red tail and long silvery hair that flowed down her back and billowed around her when she was completely submerged.

“Thank you for all your help, Captain. Do you think the healer is going to help me?” She asked as she bobbed above the edge of the tank. “I believe so. Now, my men will help get you into the inn tonight. I will keep the window open during that time. My first mate, Hizashi will be around if you need anything. I am going into the town to find the healer. Don’t worry. You are safe with us.” He reassured the little mermaid. The girl nodded and hugged the captain. This made him smile softly and he hugged her back and left his safe, locking the door behind him. The captain left his ship and walked back into the town. Aizawa walked around the town, asking different merchants and shopkeepers about a healer. They all directed him back to the same innkeeper where he had paid for room and board earlier that day. He groaned and made his way back to your place of business and tiredly went through your door and walked up to the bar. “Well, hello again, Captain Aizawa. What brings you back into my establishment?” You asked as you set down a tin cup. Aizawa sat down at the bar and put down a couple coins on the counter. The Lieutenant had gone since that morning so you were a bit more relaxed. “I came to ask about your healing service and I’d like to have a pint of beer please.” He spoke. You froze up when he asked about your healing services and you told him to be quiet as you got him his pint of beer. You passed him the foaming drink and leaned in close. “Listen, the Royal Navy around here like to crack down on women like myself that can throw a few herbs together and distribute it as a medicine that actually works. Unlike men from the city who can make some coin on their watered-down alcohol that they sold as medicine. The Guardsmen have spread rumor that women doing this trade are witches and if they are caught in the act, they are to be arrested and burned at the stake after a trial. After you and your guest settled tonight, I can show you.” You explained. The pirate frowned. “Miss Y/n, I understand your predicament. If you keep my secret, I’ll keep yours. Also, I’d love to have you heal me but I have no ailment and I have a previous engagement this evening.” He spoke before taking a drink of his beer. You gave a huff of annoyance as you did not believe that a pirate who had just come into port had already engaged himself in an activity this evening mere hours after docking. “I do not believe that a pirate such as yourself has already filled their evening only a few hours after docking the port. Now, I will come to your room this evening to help your guest out with whatever they need help with.” You spoke. It was the smile on the pirate’s face that set you on edge. You remembered back to what his scent was and everything came together.

“You see here, little Luna, that’s what you are, right? I’m an Alpha and part of my ship’s code is that if myself or my first mate is nearing their rut, we go into port to ‘take care’ of our predicament. That is what my evening will be full of. If you wish to visit me, that is of your own risk and your own will. If you do show up at my door, it is your own choice to be fucked by me, you got that?” He spoke as he stood up and moved closer to you. “I got it, sir.” You spoke. He nodded and left your tavern again and went to the docks and to his ship to check on his crew. As he was approaching his vessel, a scarlet-winged avian swooped down on him and blocked his pathway.

“Hello, Captain! You haven’t given your payment to stay in my harbor yet. Don’t forget about the ‘special payment’ too so that I turn a blind eye to you being a Pirate.” He said warningly and held his hand out for the payment there and now. The sun shone in the sandy brown hair of the harbor master as he frowned up to the pirate. The Captain chuckled and looked down at him. “Follow me back to my ship, I can give you your payment there.” He said and mentally made a note to reprimand his first mate since he forgot to pay the rather annoying Harbor Master and get him off his back. Aizawa boarded his ship and went into his quarters to retrieve the correct payment. He arrived on the deck and went to the port side of the boat and tossed the bag of coins to the avian and walked off his boat, going again back into the village with the grocery list. “I don’t have time for you today. I have things I need to get done before tonight.” He spoke before unrolling the scroll and looking at what he needed to purchase. The Captain’s comment only drove the curiosity of the avian further. “Oooh, what does the infamous Captain Eraserhead have planned for this evening? Do your plans involve a lovely young lady that you’ve brought with you in your hold? Or is it someone you’ve met so quickly in this town? Could it even be your first mate? Some of the townsfolk have a bet that you fancy him. Is it true?” The avian asked as he followed after the Pirate. This only made the already flustered Captain beyond irritated. “Will you bug off? Why don’t you flit on over to that burnt piece of flesh you call a Royal Guardsman and go get fucked by him? It so pleases you , doesn’t it?” The Captain sounded off to the avian before storming off to a darker part of the town to acquire the special candles he needed along with some other medical supplies. Once he had gotten part of the supplies on the list and got them loaded on his boat, he grabbed his bed roll and went up to Your tavern just as the sun was going down. He ignored the dinner hall as the idea and the smell of food wanted to make him vomit. He went up the stairs but was stopped by you, just wanting to offer him some food.

“Don’t you want any dinner? You’ve had a long day and I bet you wish to have a hot meal after your long travels at sea.” You spoke. The Captain covered his mouth to hold back the urge to vomit. As much as the food looked wonderful, the Pirate didn’t have the stomach to eat. His crew though, had settled in and were enjoying the meal and drink. Hizashi caught his eye and nodded. “May I have my meal brought to my room? I am very tired and have had a rather long day and I’m quite exhausted and I require a lot of rest.” He spoke. “Of course. But why would you need rest? Don’t you have an event tonight?” You asked. The pirate looked at you with a rather intense and serious look in his eye. You gulped the lump in your throat and dropped the subject. “I will bring your dinner up in a while. I hope you get the rest you need, Captain.” You said. About an hour later, after the pirate crew had been fed and some were passed out from the amount of rum they had consumed, you made the journey up to the Captain’s room with a tray of food leftover from dinner. The faint scent of burning candles came from under the crack of his door and drifted into the hallway and filled your nostrils. Your hands gripped the tray as you didn’t want to drop it. Is the Captain an Alpha? You asked yourself. You shook your head and approached the door to knock on it. “Captain? It’s Y/N, I have your dinner.” You spoke. You heard something groan and from what you heard, emerge from the bed and stumble close to the door. You thought your mind was playing tricks on you as you could pick up the faint scent of sailor’s coffee and ocean water like you did earlier as he approached the door.

“Set it on the floor and leave. It’s better for you to just do what I say and come back in another hour.” He spoke. His voice seemed deeper and gravellier. Had he been crying? You cast away your thoughts and followed instructions from the guest. You set the tray on the floor and backed off to turn the corner only to peek back to see what would happen. The door opened and a stronger scent of coffee and salt water wafted down the hall and wrapped you up in his scent. Your heart pounded in your ears and your vision went a little blurry. You had to hold onto the wall to keep yourself from falling over. You took deep breaths as you watched him take the tray then close the door. Within a few minutes, the scent had gone away and you came to your senses and brushed yourself off and went back to your duties. With the intensity of his scent, he has to be an Alpha in rut.  You thought to yourself as you arrived into the kitchen. When you had passed the dining room, you had noticed that the crew of the ship had left your tavern and were sneaking around the back with some weird chest that you decided to investigate for yourself. You went to the back door of your establishment and peeked outside. The Captain’s crew were carrying a type of chest with glass panels on every side of the chest in the pelting down rain. Suddenly, there was a flash of lightning that illuminated the contents of the chest. You gasped when you saw a creature that was the size of a small child. Only their bottom half wasn’t a pair of legs, but that of a fish’s tail.

‘A mermaid?’ You thought as your hand flew to your mouth to keep yourself quiet and not to be found out as the first mate had turned his head in your direction. You ducked back into the kitchen and closed the door. You ran to the front of the store and went to your personal quarters and locked the door behind you. You were panicking and your scent had changed to a sour one as your stress was high. There was a hairy creature in a room above you and a mermaid had been brought into your tavern. You sat down on your bed and held your head in your hands.

Your clock chimed midnight. A chill ran down your spine as you remembered that you would go back to the captain’s room to give him a healing session. You grumbled under your breath as you gathered together your herbs and medicines. You made sure to grab some garlic, holy water, wolfsbane, and a special silver coin you always kept with you that your grandmother gave you a long time ago and ascended the stairs, unaware of what was in store for you. You knocked on the door to the Captain’s room where the same scent of sailor’s coffee and salt water wafted from the cracks in the door. You heard something shift inside. You tensed up and held your box of herbs close to your chest. “Captain? I’m here for the healing session.” You spoke. Something slumped against the door and panted. “Go to the other room. The session is meant for my guest.” He groaned. “Sir, you sound unwell.” You spoke with a note of concern in your voice.

“I am just FINE.” He growled.

Your face contorted into a frown. You took his word and walked to the next room where you were instructed to go and knocked on the door. A blonde man with vibrant green eyes stared back at you. “What do you want? It’s the middle of the night.” He spoke. You heaved your box and explained why you were there. “If the captain says so, come on in.” The first mate said. You went inside and you saw the same chest you saw in the back alley of your establishment. Your questionings had been confirmed as to the contents of the chest. A young mermaid lay floating in the sea water. Her bright red eyes were staring at you. You nearly dropped your box of medicine when you saw her as you were speechless. This was only the beginning of a long and rather shocking night.

Your eyes go to the first mate who was watching you. “Is that what I think it is?” You asked as you pointed to the mermaid sitting in the room. “Yes. It’s a mermaid. She’s been injured and the Captain took her on as his personal guest. I guess that you’re the healer that he said would be coming by tonight. You promise not to say anything? This poor girl has people hunting her as well.” He explained. “Of course. Like anyone would believe me that the existence of merfolk was true. Are there any other creatures I should know have been brought into my establishment this evening?” You asked. The first mate went silent. “I am sworn to secrecy as to the whereabouts of The Lone Wolf’s hold.” He said with a sly grin. You groaned and chose not to pursue the subject further. “If you don’t mind, I prefer to do my work in private.” You said to the first mate. The mermaid shrunk back into the water in her chest. “The lass doesn’t like to be alone. Also, the captain set me to be her personal guard while we’re in port.” He explained. You nodded and set your box of medicines on the nearby table and opened it. The little mermaid peeked out from her chest and her ruby red eyes looked at all the vials of herbs and liquids. “Are you going to hurt me?” Her tiny voice asked. You looked at her, you know that she was scared just by looking into her eyes. “No. I’m going to help you. Now, I’m just going to look at your wounds and see what I need to do, ok?” You explained to her. She nodded and shifted around in the rather murky water now that you had a chance to look closer at it. “We should get you into some fresh salt water. Hey, you, first mate? Get some fresh salt water from the ocean and put it into the tub in the bathroom. Now. Part of her sickness is the dirty water.” You instructed. The man got up from his seat and went outside with a couple other members of the crew and went outside with some buckets to get water.

This left you alone with the little mermaid. “Now, let’s see what wounds you have.” You spoke and looked over the mermaid’s arms and her tail. You saw where some of her fins to help her glid through the water had been cut off and scarred over. You noticed that she was trembling, she even seemed scared of you. “What’s your name, sweetie?” You asked to ease the tension between the two of you. She looked up at you with a little less fear in her eyes. “My name is Eri. What’s your name?” She asked. “My name is Y/N. You have a nice name.” You said and moved your hand closer and she shied away just as the crew came back with the many buckets of water, they all shuffled into the bathroom and filled the tub with the ocean water before all of the crew but the first mate went back to their room and slept. The blonde sailor stayed behind in the room and watched both you and the mermaid. “Why haven’t you done anything yet?” He asked. You frowned and turned around to look at him. “I couldn’t do anything because the water she’s in is dirty and part of what was making her sick. Didn’t you hear me earlier?” You asked. “No, I’m sorry. I guess I didn’t. Let’s get her in the bathtub.” He said and walked over to the chest. Eri raised her arms to the first mate and he raised her out of the filthy water and carried her to the bath tub.

The mermaid held onto him and looked around at the bathroom as he set her down into the clean water. When the wat hit her tail though, she winced in pain as the salt began to clean her wounds. She whimpered and didn’t let go of the sailor. “Eri, lass, you need to let go so the nice lady can help you.” He spoke. “You’re not gonna leave the room, right?” She sniffed. “Of course, I will be in the other room.” He told her. Eri nodded and slowly let go of the sailor until she was completely settled in the rather large bath tub.

“Good job, Princess.” He spoke before standing up and going into the other room where you were waiting on the end of the bed. “She’s all settled. If you don’t mind, I’ll be staying in here in the case of any problems come up.” He spoke. You agreed and took your box of supplies into the bathroom. You sat down and opened your box again and went to work wrapping up her wounds that had began to bleed from being in the fresh salt water. Eri looked scared a seeing her own blood and began to tense up. You saw this and you let your calming scent wash over her. “Don’t worry. It’s just the water cleaning out your wounds. Why don’t you tell me a bit about yourself as I clean them up, ok?” You suggested. Eri nodded and told her about how she was a princess and she had gotten lost from her kingdom and how she had met a mean man that had taken her fins that helped her swim and how she had met the Captain and how he took care of her. “That’s very sweet of him.” You said as you wrapped up the last of the bandages around her tail and fastened them. “You’re all set. I suggest you rest and make sure you get fresh salt water every day or so. If not, your wounds will get worse. That is all, if you don’t require any other assistance, I will leave you for the night and retire to my room.” You spoke. Eri shook her head, you packed up your things and left the room. You told the first mate what she needed and he agreed. “There’s one last thing that the Captain requested of you this evening. He required that you meet him in his quarters alone after you took care of the princess.” He said as he showed you out of the room. “Alright. I’ll meet him. Don’t expect anything too special. I’m not a whore. If he wanted one of them, the brothel is on the other side of town.” You spoke. “Understood.” The first mate responded. You left the room and he promptly shut the door.

You wandered down the hall to the room where you thought the Captain was in but you heard a growling creature come from inside. You took a deep breath and knocked on the door. You heard something panting and growling from the other side of the door. You approach the door cautiously, as you inched closer, the scent of coffee and salt water had become stronger and was now laced with a pheromone that made your head feel light and dizzy, made your vision swim, and the thought of being bred by the Alpha on the other side of the door entered your mind. You leaned against the wooden barrier and slid down it. You watched the shadows move closer to the door and the Captain stand before it. “I can smell you, kitten. Come inside and I can help you with your heat.” A deep, rumbling voice that seemed to call you to open the door and fall into his arms. The ability to think was getting harder and harder as you lingered by the door. You tried to pull yourself to your feet and get away from his room but the door opened and the scent of the ocean drew you back to the room even with much resistance. Once inside, you froze as you heard the door shut and lock behind you. “Finally, you came to visit me. The meal you left for me was quite lovely, yet it didn’t satiate my hunger completely.” The same deep, rumbling voice sounded but this time it came from behind you. You were scared out of your mind. You heard him walk across the room and stop as he was finally stop as he was right behind you. You could feel his warm breath on the back of your neck and ears, his arm sneaking its way around your waist. Your mind snapped out of its heat-ridden trance for a moment only to stop him and turn around to face him. “I am not just some whore. If that’s what you were seeking, there’s a brothel that I’m sure you and your men are quite aware of that is on the other side of town.” You spoke. Before you stood the Captain, still wearing his eyepatch and nothing else. Your face heated up and you adverted your eyes from looking at him. The Captain approached you, panting hard. This confirmed your suspicions of him being an Alpha and he was in rut. The man planted his arms on either side of your head, he smirked and tried to steal a kiss from you but he received a slap to the cheek instead. “I guess you’re not in your heat cycle then.” He said as he rubbed his cheek. “No I am not. Your scent is rather intoxicating but I have learned to resist it. And if you didn’t hear me before, I will have to repeat myself. I am not a whore nor is my establishment one to acquire

such a person. There is a brothel on the other side of down that I’m aware your crew and yourself are well aware of.” You said with a frown. “Now, I could’ve gone there, but the King’s Royal Navy has control of it and the whores in there. They also are on a drug that keeps them in heat most of the month. It is a pain to deal with and those girls are all Omegas and can get boring after a while, you on the other hand are quite interesting, and when I sensed the fact that you are a Luna, thought I’d give you a try~.” He said with a smirk played across his face. You rolled your eyes and crossed your arms. “Well, I’m sorry to disappoint you when I thought you meant a healing session, you wanted me to actually heal you, not to share a bed with you.” You spoke and pushed him away. You folded your arms across your chest and looked at him. He sighed and looked back at you. “I am aware that you’re not just some whore. I also came here to pick a mate.” He told you. Your eyes widened. Why would he pick you out of all the single women in the town? You’re some poor, lowly commoner trying to make a living and have enough money to keep the rent up. He could’ve picked one of the other girls that would’ve been better for him. One of the higher-class girls that came from money and never had to worry about where their next

meal would come from. You searched his eyes and you saw that he was being truthful. He had come into town to procure himself a mate. What would you do? Would you give in and let him claim you as his own? Little did you know, you had actually grown feelings for the pirate. You didn’t want to leave your establishment and go sail the seven seas. The idea did seem tempting. You would have to think it over… Could you though? You were stuck in a room with an Alpha in rut. You couldn’t just leave. That would be rude, now, wouldn’t it?  Your gaze wandered back to the pirate who was watching you from the safety of his nest. You walked closer to his nest and he made a gesture for you to enter his safe place. You stepped inside and he pulled you into his lap. He put his hands on your hips and kissed you roughly. You kissed him back and let your hands wander up his chest and to his head where you tangled your fingers in his dark locks. You pulled away from the kiss and looked at his eye patch.

“Do you want to know what happened to it?” He asked you and stroked your cheek with the back of his hand. “The thought has crossed my mind…” You responded as your face turned a bright shade of red. The pirate smirked and went to remove his eyepatch. “Do you promise not to scream?” He asked. You nodded and watched him as he removed his eyepatch. You gasped and covered your mouth as you observed what was hidden behind the piece of cloth. What you saw was a crescent shaped scar running horizontally under his eye, with a vertical scar intersecting it. In his eye socket was a clouded over eye with red irritation around it. The pirate rolled his eyes and pushed you off his lap. “If it’s that disturbing, you may leave.” He spoke. You shook your head and looked at him. “I am not disturbed in any matter. I never have seen something like that. May I ask, how did it happen?” You asked him. He laid back kept eye contact with you. “It was a bad fight with some nasty sea creatures. I got the scars to prove it. I also lost sight in that eye. I wear the patch as to not scare the people when I’m in port.” “I see, now, why didn’t you say that you were a pirate when you entered my tavern earlier this morning?” “I didn’t want to cause any trouble. I hope you won’t turn us over to the King’s Royal Navy now, will you?” He asked. “You and your crew haven’t done anything wrong to me, my establishment or my town. Even though piracy is a crime and I should do the right thing and report you, I won’t, as I don’t want every pirate ship and her crew to come and raid my town, now do I?” You responded. The Captain smirked and pulled you closer to his chest. He looked you in the eyes and before you could say anything, he kissed you deeply, one of his hands sliding down to rest on your hip while the other supported and cradled your head as he made out with you.

He rolled over so you were laying under him. “There is one thing I’d like to make clear,” You spoke up. “I am only here to help you get through your rut. Nothing else. I am not going to give up my life that I have made here to be your personal cum slut on your vessel whenever you need to fuck something, you hear

me?” You added. The Captain kissed you and helped you out of your clothes. “I understand you, kitty. But who said you had to leave your tavern if you mated with me?” He spoke. You blushed even deeper than you had before. He kissed you again and hovered down to your exposed clavicle. He grazed your skin with his canines and peeled off a special type of bandage you had over your neck and shoulders. Your scent began to leak out from your neck and he took it in. “You smell so good, kitten… Wait. Are you in heat? You should’ve spoken sooner; I would’ve offered to help you. Or do you not want to have to deal with a heat?” He asked as he grazed his marking fangs over your sensitive skin. “I don’t like how my heat makes me feel. I feel disgusting and helpless. Weak. I’m not weak.” You confessed. the pirate chuckled. “I know you’re not weak, love. Let me help you. Let me claim you as my own. Please.” He asked. He seemed to almost be begging for you to let him mate you. You sighed. “Alright. Only if, I am allowed to stay here in the port and keep up my business. I require that you come back for one week out of the month during your rut and either my heat or my rut. It’s up to you.” You stated. “I agree to your terms. How about the week of the full moon? That happens to be when I have my rut each month.” He said as he kissed and nipped at your neck. “Agreed.” You responded. He hummed in approval and kissed your neck. He went down to your clavicle and bit down hard, drawing a little bit of blood. You moaned out loudly and clawed at his back. He growled in your ear and worked at the several layers of skirts that you wore and cursed under his breath about them. Once the pesky layers of fabric were out of the way, the Alpha lined up his cock to your slicked up hole. He slid into you and let out a groan of relief as he felt the soft, silky walls of your cunt clench and move around his shaft. A few seconds later he began to thrust into you. The feeling of having sex with the Alpha above you made you feel like you were flying higher than the clouds. Soon, the Captain released his seed into you with a loud, guttural groan and he pulled out to lay next to you and promptly pass out. You chuckled and grabbed a blanket to pull over the both of you and you too, let sleep take over you.

The next morning, you stirred and woke up. To your surprise, the pirate was still in the bed next to you, his arm around your waist. You rolled over to look at him and he woke up. “Good morning, Y/N. Did you sleep well?” He asked. “I did actually sleep better than I have in months.” You responded with a smile. The pirate kissed you before pulling away and looking at the mark which had turned into a symbol on your neck. “I see that my mark has scarred over into a symbol. That means it took.” He spoke. “What does it look like?” You asked. Aizawa gave the mark a closer look. The symbol was a single wave in a circle with a tiny crescent moon to the left of it. He explained what it looked like and you relaxed a little. You looked out the window and saw that the sun had already risen, “Dangit! I am late. I need to open my restaurant for breakfast!” You cursed. You scrambled out of bed and hastily dressed yourself. The pirate looked at you and chuckled. “Don’t stress yourself, love. I told your girls downstairs that you had gone into heat and that they would open the restaurant for you. You should rest for now. I have to get back to my crew and the ship though. I have certain duties to uphold. But I will return to you tonight.” He spoke and rose up from the bed. He found his breeches and shirt and put them on. “I love you. Be safe and get some good rest. Thank you for helping

my guest last night.” He spoke and kissed you. “You’re welcome. Her water should be changed daily. Or every other day. Because of how dirty her water was, it was causing infection to her scars. I cleaned them up and wrapped them. I’ll go check on her today. I’d like for her to stay the week if you don’t mind.” You told him. “Alright. But you have to keep her a secret. Only you, my first mate, and myself are allowed to see her, understand?” He requested. You nodded and kissed him before he left the room and went about his business.

You went about your day as normal, working your restaurant, the tavern, and checking on the little mermaid princess. At the end of the day, after you had closed up the restaurant below, you returned to your room where you found the Captain waiting by the door.

“Have a good day, love?” He asked. You nodded and kissed him. The two of you went into your room and had a rather eventful evening. This carried on for the rest of the week. On Friday, You were standing on the dock, watching the Captain direct his crew around The Lone Wolf as they were getting ready to cast off. You felt tears prick at your eyes as you knew you wouldn’t see your mate for three weeks. You almost didn’t want him to leave. You did want to go with him. But you didn’t want to leave your life behind. You wiped away your tears and began to walk back down the pier and back into the town. The Captain saw you leaving and ran down the gangplank of his ship and ducked and wove through the members of his crew to catch up with you. “Y/N! Wait!” He called out after you. You stopped and turned to him. He caught up with you and held your hands in his. “Don’t leave just yet. I love you.” He spoke. You smiled and he cupped your cheek with his hand. “I know you love me. But how will I know you’ll come back to me?” You asked. His hand went into his pocket and he pulled out a seashell and sea glass necklace. You smiled as he tied it around your neck. “ I got the shell from the little princess. Its magic.” He said as he pulled out a matching on from under the neckline of his shirt.

“Speak into the shell and I’ll hear you. You’ll hear me too. No matter how far apart we are, we can always hear each other.” He explained. You smiled and kissed him again. “I will be back by the next full moon. I promise. If something happens to me, I’ll send notice.” He spoke. You nodded and kissed him one last time before you watched him get on his ship.

“I love you to all the ends of the Earth and as far as the oceans are deep, no matter the distance, we will always be together, Y/n.” You heard his voice whisper from the shell. You let the tears ran down your cheeks as you waved at him and watched his ship leave the port. You stayed long after the ship had disappeared onto the horizon. You were sitting on the far edge of the pier, with your feet dangling over the waves below. You heard a flap of wings and someone land behind you. You turned and saw the avian harbor master.  You had known him to be somewhat of a regular at your tavern.

“What’s with the long face, Y/n? Don’t you usually cover the dinner rush about now?” He asked. “I do, normally. But my mate just left today. He’s a sailor and he has a duty to get his guest home.” You spoke. The avian nodded and he looked down at the lapping water below. “You know he’s a pirate, right?” The avian asked as he swung his legs back and forth gently. “I am fully aware of that and I don’t care. He’s one of the good ones.” You responded as a small smile play across your lips. Keigo smiled. “He was only allowed to be in port because I let him. I also … keep a certain Lieutenant of the Royal Navy at bay. I think you know who it is too, Dove.” He spoke. His arms propped himself up from behind him as he looked at the stars that were coming into view as the sun was going down. You looked at him with shock before laughing at how absurd the thought would be of the harbor master sharing a bed with the Lieutenant that held the control of every little detail of the town. Even down to who came in and who left the port. You stopped laughing and stared out at the waves then at the avian. “Its because of you. You’re the reason Aizawa and The Lone Wolf is allowed to be in port. But only during the week of his rut. Why? Why would you stoop so low to share a bed with him?” You asked. The avian smiled and looked back at you. “I was friends with your pirate mate. I owed him a favor. I also am childhood friends with the Lieutenant. We didn’t know it but we do love each other. Now, I keep the Lieutenant happy in bed and I donate part of my earnings to the Navy, so he doesn’t arrest and have your pretty little pirate mate strung up for all the town to see, and you, little dove, keep the pirate happy and satisfied whenever he’s in down and we can avoid a scuffle between the two, alright?” He said with a smile. You nodded. “You should also tell your Lieutenant to keep his hands off my girls when he’s having his lunch at my tavern.” You told him. “I’ll do just that. I’ll walk you home. I don’t want you to get in trouble now!” He said and stood up. Keigo walked you back to your tavern and wished you a good night. You went back inside and made your self some tea and settled down in your bed for the night. Right before you were going to sleep, you thought you heard his voice wish you a good night’s rest.

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A month later, you are finishing up your rounds at the tavern before you take the rest of the day off. You had received many secret messages from your mate as he was away on the shores. At night, the both of you would talk about what your day was like. Aizawa would tell you about what he discovered that day and give you updates on the mermaid princess. She had been lost from her home, caught up in an evil fisherman’s net where he cut off her fins to sell them for money and be tossed back into the sea. He told you one evening that they had found the merpeople that had been looking for her and returned her to them. You were happy when her people were able to make some artificial fins for her so she may be able to swim normally. About a week prior, Aizawa gave you a message one evening that his ship was heading back to port and he gave you an approximate date as to when he would be docking into port You were excited and wanted to make the day special for both him and yourself. Today was the day and you were taking off your apron to go down to the market and purchase a few things to spruce up your private quarters for when your mate came back into town. You purchased some special candles, some imported chocolate, and a bottle of champagne that cost you a pretty penny.

“Are you expecting someone special tonight, dear?” One of the elderly shop keepers asked. “Yes. My mate is a sailor and is due to come into port today.” You spoke. “Young love. How sweet.” They said before tending to another customer. You returned to your room and began your preparations. It was late afternoon by the time you had finished. You left the room and hurriedly made your way to the piers. You looked at all of them and didn’t see any sign of The Lone Wolf at any of the docks. You were worried that his ship had gotten into trouble. You held the shell tightly as the idea of trying to communicate to him crossed your mind. You ducked into the nearby alley and spoke into the shell “Shouta? Where are you? I can’t see your ship in the port. Are you ok?” You said before leaning back and waiting desperately for a response. “Y/n? I am here in the port. We just had to weigh anchor at a private bay on the other side of the island this time. There were some complications with the Lieutenant. His commanding officer is in town for some kind of inspection of the troops. It wasn’t safe for me to weigh anchor at the pier. Don’t worry. I’ll still be with you tonight, my love.” His voice sounded through the shell. You let out a sigh of relief and decided to go for a walk on the piers. Take in the salt air and spend some time at the docks. You went down the same pier where you had seen The Lone Wolf sail off into the horizon a month ago. You sat on the end of the dock and watch the many different kinds of ships come and go throughout the afternoon. The sun had long past set over the horizon and the full moon had risen when you decided to return to your establishment and go to your room in defeat. You didn’t know if your mate had gotten captured by the Navy or not. Your heart was dropping deep into the pit of your stomach as you unlocked the door to your room. When you opened it, many of the candles had been lit and you heard the popping of a cork from the champagne you had bought earlier. You looked over to the bed and saw Aizawa laying there, shirtless, and waiting for you with two glasses of the bubbly drink in hand.

“What took you so long, Kitten? I’ve been waiting all afternoon and part of the evening for you.” He said as he offered you a drink. You about leapt into bed with him and smothered him in kisses. “I thought the Royal Navy had gotten you! I was worried out of my mind! Why didn’t you tell me that you were here with the shell!?” You asked between long awaited kisses that you had been aching to give him. “How did you get into my room without a key?” You said as you stopped to look at him. “I got in through the window.” He said with a smile and you looked at your window which was open and made your curtains flow in the breeze. You chuckled and kissed him again before getting up and looking down into the alleyway where you saw a few of the crew from The Lone Wolf hanging about. “Aright! He’s here and I’m here. Get back to the ship, there’s nothing to see.” You called down to them. They let out some protest before heading back to the ship. You pulled your head back into the room and shut the window. You turned back to him and put your hands on your hips. “Did you know that some of your crew were hanging about down there? That was quite rude of them.” You said as you went back to the bed.

“Oh really? I distinctively ordered them to stay on the ship with the Admiral in town. Ugh. I’ll talk to them in the morning. For now, though. I am all yours, my dear.” He said and handed you a glass of champagne. You accepted the glass and took a sip before placing the glass back on your nightstand and crawling onto the bed and between your mate’s legs. You laid on his chest and held him close. He set his glass down and held you close. He sat back up and kissed you deeply. “I missed you so much, your touch, your eyes, your laugh…your scent. You have no idea as to the many nights I spent restless because I craved your scent.” He said before kissing you roughly and laying you down on the bed. He moved down and checked your mark.

“I see it took and stayed. It is a little faded though. Shall I mark you again~?” He asked. There wasn’t a need for an answer. He bit over your mark again and reclaimed you as his. You kissed him deeply and helped him remove his pants as he worked at your bodice. He growled and tore the corset off. “Too many damn laces.” He said and kissed you again. He pushed up the skirt of your dress up and he slid into you. He let out a groan of relief before he began to thrust into you. “I missed how tight you are, kitty~.” He moaned out as he sped up his pace. You moaned from under him and accepted his kiss as he sped up for a few seconds then his thrusts became slower, and farther out as you could feel his knot swelling and pressing against your walls. You cried out in pleasure as you clamped down on his cock and released. He thrusted into you one last time and released his seed into you. He pulled out and cleaned himself up with a nearby cloth before cleaning you up as well and pulling you close in his arms. “I love you, Y/n.” “I love you too, Captain Aizawa.” You spoke. The both of you chuckled before sleeping in each other’s arms. The end.

[bakugous-tits]

Special Delivery

Hello Hello! So if anyone has seen, I've been talking about working on a new Kirishima fic set in the Fractured Flame universe- This is not that. This is another repost of one of my old favourites, but I promise I AM WORKING ON KIRISHIMA! Anyway, I wrote this for a BNHarem discord collab ages ago, and love it too much to let it die <3

Pairing: Pro Hero!Bakugou x Reader

Word Count: 4,636

Warnings: Fluffy and Smutty, There is an explosion and a description of the aftermath, Office Sex, Squirting and, you know me, there's a Creampie <3

Enjoy!

Working at the Ground Zero hero agency had perks. There was a fantastic coffee shop across the road, with surprisingly reasonable prices, it’s near to the bus stop, and the wide and tall windows allowed you a beautiful view of the city. The number of ridiculously attractive heroes that worked there was also a very welcome perk. 

With the likes of Red Riot, Chargebolt, Pinky and Cellophane in their ranks, you had no shortage of eye candy every day. But somehow, they were consistently overshadowed by the most domineering presence in the office. The boss, Dynamight, always took over the room simply by being there. 

You were just a secretary, doing nothing more than assisting with filing of paperwork, fielding calls, and similar clerical duties. You were friendly enough with the heroes, but you always wondered why they ever even made time to come and say hi to such a lowly employee like yourself. Pinky would occasionally come over and chat about your plans for the weekend, giggling with you about going to this club or that, telling you wild stories about her own time in various parties. Red Riot would bring you coffee sometimes, claiming that you needed the help to keep you going in a busy office like theirs. Chargebolt and Cellophane, predictably, would come over and flirt with you at every opportunity they could, leaning against your desk with charming grins. But the boss… He would simply eye you from across the room, his calculating gaze following you as you went to the copy machine, or had to deliver papers to another secretary. It was a little unnerving, to have him watch you so closely, but a small part of you always felt a small thrill run through you at his attention. You never saw him do it to any other employee. Just you.

At first, you thought you’d upset him somehow, going over every action in your head to find what you’d done wrong, coming up empty. Sure, you’d made a few mistakes when you first started working for the agency, but that had been so long ago! And you’d been new, everyone makes mistakes at first! You made it a point to become an exemplary employee from then on, double and triple checking your work before handing it in, and making sure it got in early if possible. The other heroes had commented on your increase in ability, making you smile at your success. Dynamight simply huffed at you, his eyes scanning over you from head to toe, making your back straighten. He hadn’t said a word until his friends began to leave, walking past you and ducking down at the last minute to rumble out a quiet ‘good job.’ as he left, acting as if nothing had happened.

That was the first time you’d had the thought cross your mind.

Did he like you?

You’d dismissed the thought almost immediately. A secretary at his agency, with a weak quirk that was barely usable? No way he even saw you as more than a gnat buzzing around him on a daily basis, able to be ignored but always there. 

And yet, as time went on, you noticed more and more. His friends would be huddled around him, glancing in your direction with shit-eating grins and murmuring to him, and he would frown at their words, stomping off with pink dusting his high cheekbones. The eyes that watched you so closely as you walked past wouldn’t be trained on you in general, but your face directly. Sometimes you even caught him staring at your ass as you went past, going back to his conversation with a clearing of his throat. 

He never approached you, and you never brought it up.

How could you? Not only was he miles out of your league, but he was your boss. There was no way you could pursue him, and he obviously wasn’t into you enough to speak to you about it. You let it go, resigning yourself to pine over him in secret, never revealing to anyone about your secret.

“You like Bakugou, don’t you?” Pinky sure had a weird way of starting conversations, jolting you out of some document you’d been working on on your laptop. You looked up at her with wide eyes, your brows furrowing. “I mean, you look at him a lot. I know most people do, but- like- you really take the cake, sweetie.” She was leaning her hip against your desk, one hand placed on the surface as she gave you a wicked grin. The glint in her eyes was positively evil, flicking over to where Dynamight and Red Riot were talking in his office, the door open. Both of their brows were furrowed, their hushed conversation seeming a lot more serious than their usual banter. You looked through the door for a moment before shaking yourself out of your distracted state, looking up at Pinky with flushed cheeks.

“I- I don’t know what you’re talking about. I only look at Dynamight as my boss, that’s all.” Her grin only widened, a giggle escaping her lips as she shakes her head. She threw a thumb over in the direction of the men, wiggling her eyebrows.

“Don’t panic, silly! He’s totally into you too. You should see the way his ears perk up whenever anyone mentions you.” She leans down further, seemingly about to whisper something to you, but she’s interrupted by a new voice.

“What are we talkin’ about?” Chargebolt sauntered over, holding a mug of coffee as he looked between the two of you. You go to open your mouth, but a further different voice cuts you off before you can speak.

“We talkin’ about Blasty and his crush? Oh, I am so here for that.” Cellophane joined up, leaning an elbow on Chargebolt’s shoulder, his wide grin focused down on you. With all 3 heroes focusing on you, your face flushed further, making you shuffle the papers on your desk and look for something, anything to change the conversation. You cleared your throat, wondering if bringing up the weather was too obvious a deflection, when a booming voice called out to the 3 heroes crowding you.

“Oi! Get the hell in here, we got plans to go over.” Dynamight addressed his colleagues, but his eyes were solely focused on you, flitting over you as if to check you were okay. As the three groaned and dragged themselves away, you couldn’t help but give him a small smile and a thankful nod.

He didn’t give you anything in return, but the way his shoulders seemed to relax made something in your chest flutter.

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Their plans to infiltrate a villain hideout had been perfect, Dynamight’s tactical thinking making everything go off without a hitch. All 5 heroes had been celebrated for their bravery, quick thinking and overall skill, as this had been a big job catching a sought-after villain. You were happy for them, even if it meant a mountain of paperwork for you. It should have been boxed off, over and done with. So why was the office on fire, debris and smoke everywhere?

You coughed, dragging yourself out from under your desk where it had ended up overturned on top of you, raising a hand to your head to feel the sticky wetness of blood coating it. Squinting through the smoke, your hand flew to your mouth, seeing your desk neighbor lying on the floor, his neck twisted at an odd angle and his eyes wide open. You wanted to scream, to get help, but the rest of the office was in chaos. Ears ringing, you looked around once more, your eyes landing on one of your heroes carrying another worker away and toward the exit, calling out orders to other people. Red Riot seemed to have his hands full there, but you opened your mouth to try and shout for him anyway, desperate to get help for your coworker and friend. 

Nothing came out of your mouth, just a croak that was lost among the screams and sounds of the agency falling apart. Tears pooled in your eyes as panic welled within you, until you managed to make out a garbled and quiet version of your name in the ringing of your ears. You turned your head, seeing Dynamight running toward you, falling to his knees as his hands cupped your face gently, tilting it and frowning when he saw your head injury. He spoke to you, but the words didn't make sense, you couldn’t hear him properly. You shook your head at him, pointing to your coworker. “He- he needs help… You have to- to help him!” You grasped onto his gauntlets, your eyes pleading with his. Dynamight turned to look at your coworker, his expression tightening as he looked back at you and shook his head, reaching to hook his arm under your knees to pick you up. You fought his grasp, screaming that your friend needed help more than you. Didn’t they understand? His neck- surely his injury was worse, you could wait, he needed someone to help him! The further you got from the wreckage of the office, the less your ears rang, finally allowing you to hear Dynamight’s words. “He’s gone… It’s too late, we can’t help him, we gotta get you out of here…” Gone… too late…Your eyes fluttered shut as the world was enveloped in black, your mind too exhausted to keep up.

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It smelled clean. Too clean, and there was an incessant beeping that wouldn’t shut the fuck up somewhere off to your left. You frowned, trying to open your eyes and immediately closing them in pain when the stark white ceiling and fluorescent lights blinded you. Trying again, slowly this time, you squinted your eyes open, moving to raise your arm to rub your eyes and stopping when you felt a tug at your elbow joint. Looking down, you saw an IV attached to you, and your frown deepened.

What the fuck happened? Finally registering a hushed but angry sounding voice in the room with you, you glanced around. Near the doorway, wearing casual clothes and holding his phone up to his ear, Dynamight was hissing at someone on the other end of the line. “... don’t care about the costs, I’ll help cover ‘em. We gotta get the office rebuilt… Listen, Shitty Hair, I won’t let some minor thugs think we can be taken down by something like this. We get rebuilt, and show ‘em they can come at us with whatever they got- we ain’t stoppin’.” He turned in place, his eyes roving over the floor, up the bed, and finally resting on your open eyes. His own eyes widen at the sight of you awake, his feet already bringing him closer. “...gotta go.”

Dynamight hung up the phone, pocketing it as he stopped by the side of your bed, leaning both hands on the covers. You eyed him for a moment, unsure what to say, before you tentatively reached out, covering his hand with yours as tears filled your eyes. “Thank you. For saving me.” His hand froze under yours, his eyes shooting to stare at the limbs with what looked like panic before he relaxed, flipping his hand over to grip yours. With a sigh, his free hand came up to scrub down his face, his eyes moving to yours and staying locked on the bandage you could feel above your eye. “Scared the shit outta me, princess. Thought- with how close you were to the door- didn’t think you’d made it.” His words are tight, almost choked, and you frown at him.

“What happened? I don’t really… remember…” “S’fine, doctors said it’d probably be blurry. We thought we got ‘em all. But we missed one, a guy who was pretendin’ to be quirkless. We didn’t think he was even really one of the villains, more like a civilian caught up in it… just a good actor, I guess. He- he built a bomb. Packaged it up like a delivery and dressed the part, got in and left it on my desk. He had the detonator and I got him before he was outta the building but he- turns out he had a quirk. Technopath, or some shit, let him detonate it even though we were downstairs… I’m- I’m so sorry, I thought I got ‘em all…” His free hand clenched into a fist, you’d never seen him look so distraught. You squeezed the hand still in your grip, giving him a small smile. “You had no way of knowing, Dynamight. You did everything you were supposed to.” “Bakugou. Don’t bother with my hero name here.” Your eyes widened, but you nodded. Without letting go of your hand, Bakugou pulled a chair up to the side of your bed, staring at your intertwined fingers. You’d never been this close to him, not like this, but right now you needed the comfort. Not questioning it, you let him play with your hand, enjoying the companionable silence until he opened his mouth again.

“I really thought… When I got up there, and saw everything all- destroyed… I really thought I’d lost you.” You frowned, about to speak, but he cut you off. “Don’t- Just lemme talk, okay? I’m a coward. I spent all this time tellin’ myself I didn’t have to tell you, because you were always right there for when I was ready. Let myself think nothin’ would ever happen, but- then it did. And when I got up there and couldn’t find you… I just thought- I thought ‘I should have told her.’ Because I didn’t think I had a chance. And then I saw you, and it was like I had a second chance. So here I am- takin’ that chance. You know what I’m talkin’ about, right?” Bakugou turned his head towards you, his eyes pleading, a nervous twitch to his brow. Your eyes had widened a long time ago, your heart pounding in your chest as you processed his words. 

Slowly, a smile crept across your lips, your head nodding. “Yeah, I know. I’d like that, a lot.”

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It’s amazing the difference a few weeks can make.

A few weeks ago, you never would have dreamed that you could call Katsuki Bakugou yours, and yet here you were. Turns out that dating your boss is okay if your boss is literally at the top of the food chain at work, and no one is going to call him out on his shit. Mina, Sero, Kaminari and Kirishima were overjoyed at this development, teasing Bakugou at every opportunity they could, not having to hide it in front of you anymore. This in turn delighted you, loving the blush and harsh glare that would appear on his face, the soft pops  and crackles of his palms becoming one of your favourite sounds. He took you on modest, low key dates, to keep you away from the prying eyes of the public, and you loved how silently affectionate he became. A hand in yours as you walked home after a date, a gentle kiss at your doorstep, a lingering touch at your lower back as you turned away that had your thighs tingling. 

The little glint of hunger in his eyes as he watches you leave.

It was like you were back in high school, closing your front door and squealing into your hands after each date, wanting more than anything to drag him into your home and fuck him senseless right there in the entryway. The only thing stopping you was that every time you tried to, he stopped and said he had something special planned for your first time together. You trusted that he knew what he was doing.

As he walked you toward the office one evening, you thought he’d lost his mind.

You had been having nightmares about the building ever since the event, waking up gasping for air as if you were still stuck in the smoke filled room. Your heart was pounding just looking at the building, your steps slowing until you came to a complete stop, looking at him warily. He gave you a rare smile, tugging on your hand gently to bring you into his side. “Just trust me, yeah?”

And you did. Because he’d never done a single thing to make you lose faith in him, even before you were together, there was probably no one else on the planet that you trusted more. 

Bakugou walked you into the building, keeping you tucked into his side the whole time. It was odd being here after hours, the building looking so dark compared to the usual bright sunlight that filtered through the large glass walls. When you arrived at your floor, the lift gave a soft ding! to alert you, and you held your breath.

Suddenly, you understood. 

The whole floor had been refurbished, reinforced walls around those with cubicles, the offices with their large, see through windows being replaced with thicker, frosted glass and thicker doors, everything redesigned with a more durable design in mind. It looked entirely different, a clean slate.

Your desk was right outside of Bakugou’s door.

“I wanted to keep you close, in case anything happens again…” Bakugou’s free hand reached up to swipe at his nose, a bashful blush trickling across his cheeks. Your eyes watered slightly as you realised that he’d done this for you. The other staff would benefit too, of course, but he’d made some of the changes with you and your fears in mind, bringing you back here to show you that it wasn’t the same anymore, that you wouldn’t ever be back in that position again.

You threw your arms around him, burying your face in his chest as his arms wrapped around you, holding you close. A soft kiss to the top of your head had you pulling back, looking up at him for just a moment before you pushed up to press your lips to his. One of his hands came up to cradle your cheek, keeping you from moving away as he kissed the breath from your lungs, pushing you back against the lift doors, the cool metal biting at your back through your clothes. 

Bakugou reached down, grasping your thighs and lifting you, wrapping your legs around his waist as he carried you through the office space and into his office, kicking the thick door closed behind him and seating you on the edge of his desk. He finally pulled back, letting you breathe as he moved his lips to your neck, inching toward your collarbone. When he found that little spot on your collarbone that had you gasping, he smirked into your skin, biting down on the flesh softly before latching his lips there, leaving behind a deep mark. Finally leaning back, he reached up to grasp the back of your head, tugging it so he could straighten up and look down at your panting form.

“Gonna help me christen the office, princess?” The pet name had your core throbbing, your mouth parting around a soft moan as you nodded your head, his lips spreading into a dark grin. You’d been waiting weeks for this, for him, and now that he was between your thighs, his hard length pressed up against your pussy through your clothes, you couldn’t wait to get him inside you. Bakugou reached for the hem of your shirt, ripping it up and off you. Pulling one of the cups of your bra down, he moved to wrap his lips around your nipple, making you unwrap your hands from his neck, leaning back on the desk to give him better access. The office was so quiet, just the lewd noise of Bakugou sucking on your breast and your soft panting filled the air, one of your hands moving to unclip your bra behind your back. As the garment fell down your arms, one of his hands came up to tweak at your other nipple skillfully, a sharp pinch making you cry out for him. 

The way he handled you, harshly but as if you would break if he went too hard, was making your brain fog over with lust. You couldn’t focus on anything but him, his tongue flicking at your nipple, his fingers on your breast, his hips rolling into yours slowly. It was too much, it wasn’t enough, you just needed more. Bringing one hand up to his shirt, you tugged at it until he understood you wanted it off, leaning away and pulling it over his head to reveal what could only be described as an adonis-like body. Pale scars littered his skin, evidence of his past battles, and you reached out to trace a few of them softly, flicking your eyes up to his before leaning forward to kiss him once again. Bakugou placed his hands firmly on your hips, pulling them closer to grind into you more intently. Forgoing his scars, you let your hand trace down his abs, feeling them twitch under your fingers until you reached his waistband, undoing his jeans deftly and reaching into his pants to cup his erection through his boxers. He hissed into the kiss, his lips separating from you as he rested his forehead against yours, looking down at where your hand disappeared into his open jeans.

Smirking at his reaction, you pushed at his clothing until both his pants and boxers were around his thighs, freeing his cock for you to wrap your hand around. Your mouth filled with saliva just looking at his cock, long and thick and just asking for you to wrap your lips around it instead, but Bakugou wouldn’t let you move him away to get to your knees. “Sorry, babe, but if you put that pretty mouth on me I won’t last. Next time.” Pouting, you nodded your head at him, moving to get your own jeans off. Bakugou helped pull them off you, leaning back to get a good look at you when you were bare before him. He bit his lip, eyes tracing over every curve, every piece of skin hungrily, and your face heated at his attention. “So fuckin’ beautiful…” You didn’t have time to react to his uttered words, because in the next moment he had you on your back on his desk, his hands pushing at the backs of your thighs to push them against your chest. His mouth descended on your aching core, tongue pushing into you to taste the sweet wetness gathered there, before he moved it up to your clit, suckling harshly at your sensitive bud. You cried out sharply at his treatment, a hand shooting down to tangle in his hair, fingers tightening in his soft strands as your walls pulsed around nothing, begging for something to fill you. Bakugou stood, separating from your clit with a pop! as he grinned down at you. “Sorry, needed to have a taste of that sweet pussy, princess. Tastes just like I thought- perfect.” Eyes hooded, chest heaving, you were about to scream at him to just fuck you already, but he seemed to get the idea from your look. Bakugou pressed the blunt head of his cock to your entrance, one hand keeping one of your thighs pressed open for him while the other squeezed at the base of his length. He looked up to lock eyes with you once more, a brow raised in question, giving you one last chance to back out. You nodded as you braced yourself, knowing that this would hurt a little as he wasn’t exactly small. 

Bakugou pushed his hips forward, the head of his cock popping past your entrance, the both of you exhaling slowly as he pushed further and further into your core, parting your walls until his hips were flush with yours. You dragged in a ragged breath, the burning stretch edging on pain before melting into complete pleasure. Head falling back onto the table, your eyes rolled back as you squeezed around him experimentally, relishing in his groan at your actions. He swatted at your thigh as he began to pump his hips, moving both hands to your hips in order to pull you into his thrusts. Your mind was reeling with pleasure, unable to think of anything other than the drag of his thick cock against your walls. Moans tumbled freely from your lips, mostly incoherent versions of his name, interspersed with oh god’s and right there!’s. Bakugou himself wasn’t faring much better, groans leaving him on every other thrust, his brows furrowed in pleasure as he watched his cock disappear into your pliant body. 

Bakugou lifted your legs to rest both of your ankles on one broad shoulder, arms wrapping around your thighs as he pounded into you harder, yanking you into each pump of his hips, his eyes focused on your face. Watching you fall apart around him like this, was all he’d wanted for so long, now that he had it… he knew he wouldn’t ever be able to get enough. He was getting drunk off the feeling of your pussy pulling him deeper. Burying himself deeper until his tip was hitting against your cervix, the feeling causing your eyes to shoot wide open, a pressure building in your lower belly. Bakugou’s length hitting so deep and dragging against that special spot inside you, it was so much more than you’d ever felt before, that pressure building and building, a worried look appearing on your face that he catches immediately. He slows down a little, looking at you in confusion. “I- Something feels- weird- pressure…” Your words come out disjointed with his hips still slapping against you, and it takes him a second to process. Once he does, all he does is smirk and lean over you further, resuming his original pace and power, ignoring your worried words. You try to push against his abdomen, concerned at the pleasure building within you, but he’s so strong that he barely budges. Your walls start to flutter around him as you approach your climax, clamping down on him rhythmically, until-

“C’mon, princess. Make a mess on me, lemme have it.” 

It seems that his words are all you needed, flying over the edge of your orgasm as that pressure released, your cunt gushing around him as you came harder than you ever had before, your vision whiting out and your mouth caught wide open in a silent scream. Bakugou watched you come undone, your pussy clenching so hard and drawing him deeper, his own release taking over as he pumped into you, hard, and shot ropes of come deep into your body. He slowed gradually, panting hard over you as he let your legs fall to the side. The two of you caught your breath, Bakugou pressing soft kisses to your chest as he rested his forehead on your collarbone. You ran your fingers through his hair, basking in the glow of your orgasm, until he shattered the moment with a snort. With a raised brow, you looked down at him as he propped his chin on your chest.

“You fuckin’ squirted on me. So dirty, princess.” Huffing in indignation, you pushed on his forehead, ignoring his chuckles as he pulled out of you, both of you getting dressed slowly. He caught your elbow, pulling you close and pressing a quick kiss to your lips. “Hey- I didn’t say I didn’t like it. In fact…” He leaned down, pressing his lips to your ear as he murmurs;

“...I wanna find out how many times I can get you to squirt for me back home, baby.”

You shuddered, dressing quickly and practically dragging him back to your apartment.

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Ready Player One | Bakugou Katsuki x Reader

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

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

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

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

Pairing: Bakugou Katsuki x f!reader. 

Word Count: 34.4k

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Lighteningbolt: Hello? Are you there?

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

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

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

Lighteningbolt: Please.

Lighteningbolt: Hello?

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

Level 20.

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

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

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

LordExplosion: Can you keep up?

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

You: Can you?

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

LordExplosion: Just keep your eyes on the boss

You: I know how to play.

LordExplosion: Do you?

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

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

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

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

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

LordExplosion: I fucking had it.

You: I’m sure you did :)

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

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

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

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

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

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

You: What’s wrong with it?

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

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

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

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

LordExplosion: Course you did.

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

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

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

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

LordExplosion: You sure you’re not a guy?

You: Piss off.

LordExplosion: Whatever.

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

You: It’s got me this far.

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

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

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

LordExplosion: Oh yeah? With who?

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

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

You: I found you didn’t I?

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

LordExplosion: Felt sorry for you.

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

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

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

LordExplosion: Oi, hurry the fuck up.

You: Sorry.

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

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

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

LordExplosion: What the fuck was that?

You: What do you mean?

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

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

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

LordExplosion: You've gotta be fucking joking.

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

LordExplosion: SHUT THE FUCK UP

You: Oh upper case, I’m so scared.

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

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

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

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

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

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

You: Where do you live?

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

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

LordExplosion: Who said we were friends?

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

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

You: Then why talk to me?

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

You: Sorry for being too personal :(

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

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

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

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

LordExplosion: Like playing games online?

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

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

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

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

You: Oh yeah, SO cool.

LordExplosion: That’s right, sweetheart.

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

LordExplosion: Depends what it is.

You: What about your favourite food?

LordExplosion: Why?

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

LordExplosion: Found a raid lobby.

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

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

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

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

LordExplosion: Mapo tofu, extra spicy.

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

LordExplosion: Are you there?

LordExplosion: Fucks sake.

LordExplosion: I swear to god.

LordExplosion: FUCKING MOVE DUMBASS.

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

You: Shit sorry.

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

LordExplosion: Just fucking focus.

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

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

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

LordExplosion: Like what?

You: It’s nothing.

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

Was he asking you to voice chat?

You: You want to voice chat with me?

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“That was my next choice,”

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

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

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

“There’s still time.”

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

“Bakugou.”

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

“You can call me Bakugou.”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“You love it though.” You hummed.

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

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

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

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

“Goodnight,” You repeated.

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

“Behind you.”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Nah, I’m okay.” He hummed.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“I told you, I’m just takin’ leave.”

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

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

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

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

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

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

“But I did meet people, I met you.”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“So one more game?”

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

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

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

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

“Yeah, I’ll be there.” You smiled.

“Alright, night.” He spoke softly.

“Night, Bakugou.”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

You: Bakugou?

You: Are you on?

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

You: Very funny.

You: Hello???

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

You: Come on Bakugou, stop being a dick.

You: Are you scared of losing? ;)

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

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

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

You: I didn’t mean to upset you.

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

You: Bakugou?

You: I’m sorry.

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

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

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

LordExplosion: You better not be playing with someone else.

LordExplosion: For fucks sake.

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

“Bakugou?”

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

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

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

“No,” You mumbled shyly.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“I’m a Pro-Hero.”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Hey, I told you I was good-”

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

You were the reason he kept playing the game?

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“So did I,” You spoke softly.

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

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

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

“Well, no-”

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

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

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

LordExplosion: Hey, princess.

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

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

LordExplosion: Sweetheart?

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

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

LordExplosion: Shitty woman.

LordExplosion: Are you there?

LordExplosion: Hello?

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“I sleep plenty.” You rebutted.

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

“I said it wasn’t my fault!”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“But not you right?”

“Not me.” He smirked.

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

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

“No, but-”

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

“I’m fine, I can eat in a bit-”

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

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

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

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

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

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

LordExplosion: LordExplosion#0420

You: What is that?

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

LordExplosion: I regret this already.

You: You love me, don’t lie!!

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

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

LordExplosion: Shut up, dumbass. Stop being nosy.

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

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

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

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

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

LordExplosion: I wasn’t being sarcastic.

You: You’re such a liar!

LordExplosion: Weren’t you going to bed?

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

LordExplosion: Yeah. Goodnight.

You: Night :)

Bakugou[5.04AM]: Morning, princess.

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

You[6.05AM]: Morning, Bakugou :)

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Hey, princess.” He hummed.

“Don’t you have work?”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Normal Hero: Manual.” You smiled.

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

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

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

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

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

“Yeah, princess. Looks like we do-”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“You don’t need to-”

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

“I just blocked him,” You laughed.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“I wasn’t ignoring you,” You pouted.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Well-” He pretended to trail off.

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

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

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

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

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

“Doesn’t matter,” He shrugged.

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

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

“Why?”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Yeah, it's okay. I believe you.”

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

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

He was gorgeous.

“You still there, sweetheart?”

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

“Yeah,” He replied simply.

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

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

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

“Yeah,” You breathed.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Did he just call you pretty?

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

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

“That’s cute.”

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

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

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

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

“I know,” You smiled, “I don’t mind.”

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

“Night, Bakugou.”

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

Bakugou[5.04AM]: Morning, princess.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

God, he wanted you so fucking badly.

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

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

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

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

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

8.43am.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

You[1:55PM]: Why don’t you tell me.

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

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

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

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

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

You[1.59PM]: You’re so hot.

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

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

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

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

Bakugou[2.01PM]: Fuck.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

You couldn’t.

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

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

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

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

“It matters to me,” You sighed.

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

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

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

“Yeah,” You repeated breathlessly.

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

“Are you?” You countered.

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

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

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

“Yes,” You whispered breathlessly.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“It’s okay, just tell me.”

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

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

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

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

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

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

“How many fingers are you using right now?”

“One,”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Maybe,” You teased back.

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

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

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

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

“Yeah, I’ll be quick.”

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

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

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

“Okay, I’ll be back soon?”

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

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

Bakugou[3.15PM]: My phone number. Just in case.

You couldn’t believe he’d finally entrusted you with his number, the digits clear on the screen as you quickly saved him as a new contact before sending him a text back with your own.

A simple ‘x’ in reply to show that he’d received your message as you grinned at the response. Reluctantly putting your phone down as you moved to climb into the shower.

Bakugou[5.25PM]: I’m sorry princess, I won’t be around much tonight. Shitty hair is dragging me out for drinks and I probably won’t be back until late. Don’t wait up for me.

You[5.26PM]: That’s okay, I might have to stay late at the office. There’s been a mix-up with paperwork that I’m currently trying to fix, wish me luck.

Bakugou[5.27PM]: You better not stay too late for that prick, or I’ll be giving him a call.

You[5.28PM]: Don’t worry, I’ll be home soon. I’ll text you so you know I’m okay?

Bakugou[5.29PM]: Good.

Bakugou[5.30PM]: I’ll make it up to you tomorrow, I’ve got the entire day off. Maybe we can try the new forest level?

You[5.31PM]: I’d really like that :)

You[5.32PM]: Have fun! <3

“Hurry up, Bakubro, we’re late already.” Kirishima poked his head inside Bakugou’s office, noticing the way he instinctively shielded his phone from his prying eyes.

“Yeah, yeah, shitty hair. ‘m comin’.”

Stepping into the bar to find the gang already there with beers, placing his phone down onto the table in favour of snatching a bottle from the bucket in the middle as he took a large swig.

“Hey, slow down, Kacchan. We got the whole night ahead of us.” Kaminari smirked as he took a drink from his own bottle.

“Yeah, you never hang out with us anymore, you know.” Mina shoved his shoulder playfully, “It’s been ages.”

“Got better things to do than to be seen with you dumbasses.”

“Aw, you know you love us.” Mina swung an arm around his broad shoulders to pull him into her side, “We love you too.”

“Get off,” Bakugou growled, wrestling himself from her grip as she moved a hand into the messy, grown out hairs of his undercut as he took another drink of beer.

“Who is that?” Kaminari looked down onto the table to find the source of the buzzing, his eyes focused in on Bakugou’s phone that now illuminated with a new text message from you.

You[7:02PM]: Hope you’re having fun! Just heading home! <3

Bakugou’s swift reflexes were no match for two friends working in tandem, as he was so distracted by Kaminari’s quick hands, almost knocking over Mina’s cocktail in his haste, Kirishima grabbing the glass to keep it upright as Sero managed to slip beneath the pair to seize the phone.

“Oh, she’s real pretty.” Sero grinned like a cheshire cat as he looked at the screen, the first selfie you’d ever sent Bakugou sitting pride of place, “Is this your girlfriend?”

“Ooh, ooh, let me see-” Kaminari made grabby hands for the phone as Sero turned it to face the table, giving everyone a view of Bakugou’s lock screen. The angry blond’s palms sparking in fury.

“Give me the fuckin’ phone or I’ll blow your face off-” Bakugou snarled as Kirishima tried to calm the situation down, but even he couldn’t deny he was curious who this mystery woman was. Noticing that his best friend was spending a lot more time on his smartphone for someone who vehemently spoke about his distaste for the devices, much preferring the brick phone he carried around in his pocket on patrol.

“Did you meet her on that game I got you?” Kirishima asked, the new information now opening the floodgates even more to his nosy friends, “Ain’t no way she’s real.”

“Wait- you met her online?” Sero’s eyes widened, “Come on man, the first rule of the internet.”

“What?”

“Everyone’s a catfish.” Kaminari deadpanned.

“A what?” Bakugou ran a hand down his face in frustration as his hand tightened around the beer bottle, the heat from his palm warming the liquid as he glared across the table.

“A catfish, man.” Sero shook his head, “Where did you meet her?”

“He met her on that new online game he’s been playing,” Kirishima answered for him, causing Bakugou to grind his teeth, fucking shitty hair.

“Oh god, dude. Tell me you didn’t-” Kaminari shook his head, “And I bet her avatar was a pretty girl too, right?”

It was, but what did that have to do with anything-

“I got talking to someone on that game a few weeks ago, thought it was a hot ass chick and it turned out to be a fifty year old from California.”

“Yeah, but you’re a fuckin’ idiot.” Bakugou scoffed, drinking his beer.

“No, Bakubro. I mean it! That-” Kaminari pointed at the phone, “Is a catfish.”

Bakugou made a final swipe for his phone, managing to get it out of Kaminari’s grip as he shoved the device back into his jeans pocket, hunching over the table as he finished off his beer.

“Have you seen any of her social media?” Sero asked as Bakugou thought about the question. He hadn’t, aside from your discord. But he also had never asked, he was barely on social media himself anyway. Apart from his main Pro-Hero accounts that ended up being controlled by his PR team after he lost access to them.

“No,” He scoffed, “Don’t use social media anyway.”

“Okay, what about her friends?” Kaiminari continued, “Have you spoken to any of them?”

“Has she spoken to any of you?” Bakugou rebutted.

“Fine, fine. What about money?” Kaminari pressed, “Has she ever asked you for money?”

“Never.” Bakugou scoffed, this was one question they couldn’t have on him. In all the months you’d been talking to each other you’d never once asked for a single yen from him.

“But have you bought her anything, dude?” Sero asked.

Bakugou thought about it for a moment, prepared to reply with a harsh ‘no’, but he remembered the things he’d gifted to you. It was nothing to him really, short change in comparison to the hero salary that he was bringing in now that he was ranked in the top ten. Although the number was leaps and bounds from the wage he was used to as an up and coming sidekick- and even further away from the money that the average person would make in a year.

“Gems and shit,” He mumbled, “It’s whatever.”

“Gems?” Mina raised a brow, “Like jewellery? I thought you didn’t know where she lived?”

“No,” He grunted, “Like in the fuckin’ game.”

It sounded so stupid talking about it now, embarrassing even that he was explaining to his friends about buying you fictional gifts, things that wouldn’t help a single person on the outside world. But it meant something to him, and it obviously meant something to you too. It was the feeling he got whenever he spoiled you, the appreciation in your voice when he was able to surprise you with these random gifts. It was his way of trying to show you that he cared about you on a deeper level, to show that he loved you. Fuck, did he love you?

“How much have you spent?” Kirishima asked curiously.

“None of your fuckin’ business.” Bakugou’s shoulders slumped over protectively, a subtle way to try and shield himself from the incoming questions flying towards him like bullets.

“That much, huh?” Kaminari scoffed, “Bet she’s enjoying the ride.”

“It ain’t like that,” Bakugou snarled.

“How many other guys do you think she’s doing this too as well, dude.” Sero sighed, “You know it happens.”

��She isn’t.” Bakugou knew you couldn’t be talking to more people, you spent virtually all your free time talking to him, you didn’t have a single second to talk to anyone else.

“What do you think she’s doing when you’re at work?” Kaminari deadpanned, “You think she’s sleeping?”

“She’s got a job,” Bakugou scoffed, “She works with finhead.”

“You mean Manual?” Kirishima asked.

“Oh, how convenient. She works for one of the biggest agencies in the city.” Kaminari continues, “I’m telling you Kacchan, she’s saying that to give herself time to talk to other guys.”

“She ain’t fuckin’ doing that,” Bakugou grunted, wondering why he was even listening to them anymore.

“I mean she could be talking to other guys, you just might not know?” Mina shrugged, “I had four guys at the same time when I downloaded that dating app one time, you just gotta pick the best option.” She took a sip of her cocktail as Kirishima tried to give his friend a reassuring look.

“We told you, man, catfish.” Kaminari persisted.

“We just care about you,” Mina gave him a sympathetic look.

“Mina’s right, Kats. We just don’t want the same thing that happened to you last time happening again.” Kirishima placed a palm on his shoulder, squeezing reassuringly.

Shrugging Kirishima’s hand off his shoulder as he shoved his chair back roughly, the legs scraping against the wooden floor. Bakugou made his way to the bar for something stronger, bulldozing through the crowd. Teeth grinding together to try and stop himself from exploding inside the dive bar, his palms sweating with irritation as he rubbed them against his jeans. They didn’t have a clue, they didn’t know you like he did. They knew absolutely nothing about you.

There’s no way you were a fucking catfish after everything he’d found out about you, how long he’d spent talking to you each evening even during work. He wasn’t an idiot, he wouldn’t allow himself to fall for someone who was deceiving him like that, he was a Pro-Hero for fucks sake. He’d spent years of his life training himself to understand when people were being deceptive, and he had never felt that way around you.

But he began to think back to all the times he had asked you to video chat with him and you’d refused. Replaying the different excuses that you’d given him each time, each one slightly different than the last. Something that never really bothered him until now, wondering if this was the reason why you didn’t- because you couldn’t. If you were really who you said you were, why wouldn’t you video call with him?

Holding his palm out as he waved down the bartender, trying to distract himself from thoughts of you as he pulled his wallet out from his back pocket.

“Whisky, neat.”

Bakugou grunted as the door to his apartment swung open, seconds away from falling face forward onto the gangway as he steadied himself on the doorframe. Stumbling into his apartment as he closed the door behind him with far more force than necessary. The loud bang reverberated into his quiet apartment as he kicked his shoes off, already fuelled by spite from the night out with his friends.

They didn’t know what they were talking about, they knew nothing about you.

Pulling his phone out from his jeans pocket as the screen illuminated in the dark apartment, your photograph flashing on his lock screen as his expression calmed. The deep lines from his frown softened as he felt his heart begin to speed up at the sight of you. Even if they didn’t believe you were real, he did. He knew that there was no way to fake the interactions you’d both had together, even if he’d never been able to meet you before. Fake people were so easy to spot, easy to catch- and that wasn’t you.

Squinting as he tried to unlock his phone, the face ID not working due to the darkness in the room as he haphazardly typed in his passcode, swiping against the screen until he found your phone number, uncaring that it was almost two in the morning in his drunken haze as he pressed call. The familiar sound ringing as he waited for you to pick up, grumbling beneath his breath as he continued to navigate through his apartment, making his way towards his bedroom.

Fuck, he grunted, shouldering the doorframe to his room as he stumbled inside. Flopping back onto his bed as the call went through to voicemail.

“Pick the fuck up, baby. Wanna speak to you-” He spoke into the phone, leaving the message before he went back to redial.

Trying a voice call this time, the different ringtone played out as he squinted at his phone in the darkness. Barely able to see his face as the camera filled the screen, the slightest hint of his eyes and nose visible as he waited for you to pick up. The call ringing out as he grumbled beneath his breath.

“Katsu?” You murmured groggily, not even realising that it was a video call until you huddled back beneath your duvet. Using it to conceal your face as you saw the angry blond on the other side.

Bakugou’s eyes tried to focus on the screen to get a better look at you, his gaze meeting yours as his heart began to throb in his chest, an uncharacteristically big smile appearing on his face as he heard his name coming from your lips.

“Baby,” He breathed, “I fuckin’ missed you.”

“I missed you too,” You smiled on the other side of the phone, realising that he was clearly intoxicated, “Did you have fun?”

“Tch, was fine.” He slurred, “Woulda rather been with you.”

“Me too,” You smiled, “You gonna get some sleep now?”

“Wanted to talk to you first,” He rasped, “Wanted to hear your voice.”

“Drink some water before you go to sleep,” You cooed, “Can you do that for me?”

“Course I fuckin’ can. I’m a Pro-Hero,” He puffed out his chest as you saw him drop the phone to the side, leaving you staring at darkness as you heard him shuffling on the other side of the phone.

“You okay, Katsuki?” You asked as he held the phone back to his face a few moments later.

“Took my clothes off.” He slurred, “Too hot.”

“You are too hot,” You laughed, cuddling back against your sheets as you watched him flop back down onto the bed.

“I love you, you know.”

“What?” Did he really just say what you thought he’d said, even in his drunken state there must be some kind of truth to the words or something that had prompted the admission. Liquid courage was often a blessing and a curse.

“I said I love you, dumbass.” Bakugou grumbled, “And I really fuckin’ do. You’re so perfect. Too good f’ me.”

“I’m really not,” You smiled softly, watching as his eyes began to droop in the low light.

“Just needed to tell ya-” You listened closely as he became quieter on the other side of the line, his breathing flattening as he’d clearly fallen asleep on the other side of the line.

He was definitely not about to drink some water, you mused as you continued to watch him. Soft snores began to spill from his lips that brought a sense of comfort to you, your heart racing in your chest as you watched him. Placing your phone on the bed beside you as you snuggled into your pillow.

“I love you too, Katsuki.” You whispered, closing your eyes as you allowed yourself to fall asleep to the sound of him.

You hadn’t expected Bakugou to come online quite so early the next day, waking up to see the phone call disconnected as you felt a slight twinge of sadness in your chest. Hoping that you might have been able to catch a glimpse of his sleeping face in the early hours of the morning as the sun began to rise.

Making yourself a cup of coffee as you settled into your gaming chair, hoping to occupy yourself on your day off work until he was up and ready to join you. Sending him a good morning text message before logging into the game.

You’d managed to clear one of the forest areas by yourself, using the Scythe’s that Bakugou had helped you upgrade, the levels improving its stability and power as you collected the achievements at the end. Excited to show him the new content that you’d managed to snag as you took a sip of your drink.

A few hours later you saw the familiar notification that Bakugou had logged into the game, the status symbol turning green as you moved to send him a text message. Not wanting to pull him into a voice call as you could only imagine how much his head throbbed after last night, wondering if he remembered anything from the early morning events. Bakugou, however, beat you to it when you saw the familiar call screen appear, immediately accepting with a smile on your face.

“Morning, Katsuki.”

“Hey, sweetheart.” He groans, his voice husky from sleep and the previous night's activities.

“How you feeling?” You hummed.

“Fine,” He grunted, “Drank too fuckin’ much.”

“Do you remember anything from last night?” You wondered if he did-

“Got home and tried to call you fifty fuckin’ times, apparently.” He scoffed, “I woke up at like five and the call was still connected, sorry about that-”

“It’s okay, I didn’t mind,” You smiled, “It was cute.”

“Cute?” He scoffed, “Ain’t nothin’ about me cute, princess.”

“Well, you were last night.” You did feel slightly forlorn that he didn’t seem to remember his confession during the phone call, wondering if it had just been him drunk and nothing else.

“Hope you didn’t lose too much sleep because of me.”

“Nah, I actually liked it,” You hummed, “Made me feel like you were thinking about me.”

“I was,” He shrugged.

“I was thinking about you too.” You smiled, “And at least I found out something new about you last night.”

“Oh yeah? What’s that?” He replied curiously.”

“That you can’t hold your drink,” You laughed, hearing him tell you to "piss off” on the other side of the line as you scrolled your cursor to the world map, “Are you sure you’re okay to play this morning? You can take a nap or grab some food first?”

“‘m fine, got some water.” He brushed you off, “Did you find a lobby for us?”

“Yeah, this one- it’s closing in a few minutes.” You dropped the link as you watched his avatar appear beside your own, “It feels like ages since we’ve played together.”

“Aww, you miss me?” You can hear the cocky tone to his voice as you check your inventory, making sure you’re still stocked up on potions as the timer continues to count down.

You end up playing three more raids with Bakugou in a row, making up for lost time as your busy lives have kept you away from the game. Trying to maintain your level as you prepare yourself for the next floor boss.

“I need to go and take a bath, I’ve got a few errands to run but I’ll be back in a few hours?” You smile, stretching your arms above your head, “That way we’ll have the entire evening to try and beat the boss together with no distractions.”

“A bath?” Bakugou groans, the only words he’s picked up on in the entire sentence, “You tryin’ to turn me on, sweetheart?”

“I wasn’t,” You hummed, “But are you?”

“Fuck,” He rasped, feeling his cock begin to stir between his thighs, “Just thinkin’ about you like that’s gonna have me hard.” He groaned.

“Maybe I’ll take some pictures for you,” You smirked.

“Better not be teasin’ me, woman.” He goaded you.

“Would I do that to you?” You cheekily replied.

“I think you would, gonna prove me wrong?” He teased.

“I’ll speak to you in a bit, Katsuki.” You smiled, moving to end the call.

“Course, sweetheart.”

Bakugou groaned as he moved his focus back to the game, hoping to try and clear some levels in return for you by the time you returned from your bath. But now all he could think about was you completely naked and covered by the warm, soapy water. Imagining how your body would look covered in that wet sheen as you ran your hands all over yourself, cleaning every single inch of yourself.

“Fuck,” He rasped, glancing down at the now visible hardness beneath his grey sweatpants.

Leaning back in his computer chair as he reached for his phone to take a picture for you, hitting send before moving a hand down to palm himself in order to grant some sweet relief.

Bakugou[11:45AM]: Fuck, princess. Look what you do to me. Got me so hard for you.

He squeezed his cock, feeling it throb beneath the fabric as he raised his hips enough to pull it down his thighs, letting it hang slack around his calves as he wrapped his fingers around his drooling length. Sucking a hiss through his teeth at the sensation as he moved to open the risque nudes that you’d sent him before, holding his phone in a palm as he began to work his cock with the other. Leaning forward to spit down onto the tip as some of it landed on his fist, using it as lubrication as he began to languidly pump himself.

Crude thoughts of you flooded his mind as he imagined the look you would give him as you sat on your knees for him, those pretty tits in perfect view as he’d move to press the fat tip of his cock against your pouty lips. Groaning as your tongue would slip out to lap at the slit, tasting him before slowly taking him inside your wet heat. Tightening his grip on himself as he tried to replicate how it would feel, your tongue brushing against the prominent veins that forked along his length as the head hit the back of your throat, imagining how much of him you’d be able to take before you were gagging around him. Spluttering as a mixture of his cum and your spit dribbled down your chin, making you look so debauched for him.

“Shit,” He continued, closing his eyes as he began to imagine what your pretty pussy would look like wrapped around his cock. The bulging tip bullying its way between your folds to nudge your clit as he made you cry out for him, imagining how desperate you’d sound as you called his name. The sound of it spilling from your lips now ingrained in his memory, though he wished he’d recorded you saying it so he could play it whenever he pleased.

Speeding up as he found himself getting closer and closer to his climax, teeth grinding together as more grunts reverberated from deep in his chest, the crude sound of his hand working his cock filling the quiet room.

But then his mind began to wander further, replaying the words that Sero and Kaminari had said to him the night before, “Ain’t no way she’s real.”

Bakugou scrunched his nose as he tried to ignore the sound of Kaminari’s voice playing in his mind, instead opening his eyes to glance back at the photograph you’d sent him of you in the pretty lingerie for him, focused on the curve of your ass as he began to imagine how it would look when you were bouncing on his cock-

“We told you, man, catfish.”

Snarling in frustration as he felt his cock begin to soften at the words, his mind now plagued with scepticism and disbelief as he felt his climax slip away from him. His heavy balls aching with the desire to empty his seed, but now all he could think about was the fact that you may not be who you said you were.

What if they were right? He’d only ever seen photographs of you, and what if you’d sent these photographs to everyone you were speaking to online? What if you’d been sent them from a friend who was in on it too, and you were only after his money. What if they were pictures of a victim that didn’t even know her pictures were being used, and he was being a disgusting pervert getting off to them.

Fuck, he felt so confused. Letting his head fall back against his gaming chair as he moved to text you one-handed.

Bakugou[12.10PM]: We need to talk.

You wrapped a warm, fluffy towel around you as you climbed out of the bath, letting the water slowly swirl down the drain as you made your way back into your bedroom. Almost embarrassed by how quickly you found yourself missing Bakugou as you moved to send him a text, surprised to find however a slew of texts from him first.

Bakugou[12.10PM]: We need to talk.

Bakugou[12.10PM]: I’ve been doing a lot of thinking.

Bakugou[12.12PM]: Can you just text me when you’re back so we can talk.

Bakugou[12.15PM]: I’ll be waiting.

His tone made you feel nervous as you read through the messages he’d left you, nervously raising the phone to your ear to call him but you were left with no response. The call forwarding to his voicemail as though he’d let it ring out.

You[12.17PM]: I’m here, can you pick the phone up please I’m trying to call you?

Nervously trying to call him again, but being left with the exact same voicemail message as you cut the call before the familiar beep.

You[12.19PM]: Katsuki?

You remembered that he had promised to wait online for you so you moved towards your desktop computer, noticing that his avatar still showed that it was online and in green, so you chanced leaving him a message on there too.

You: Katsuki? You wanted to talk?

When you looked closer you noticed that his character was currently in play, clicking onto it to look up the stat as it showed what lobby he’d entered. He was taking part in one of the one-on-one fights, battling another opponent, someone that you didn’t recognise. Moving your character to the lobby of the fight where spectators could watch you noticed the level of stamina he was using was completely unnecessary for the opponent he was up against, his sword slashing forward in rapid succession as he set out a frenzied attack on the other player.

Waiting as he threw the final hit towards the other avatar as ‘VICTORY’ flashed up on the screen in a bright blue font, hoping now that he would notice your messages and call you back as you waited with your phone in hand.

Picking up on the first ring as you saw him finally call you, the phone going straight to your ear as you didn’t bother with headphones.

“Katsuki, are you okay?”

“Yeah,” He grunted, you could hear his chest heaving on the other side of the phone.

“What did you want to talk about?” You weren’t even sure you wanted to know.

“Are you real?” He asked.

“Wait, what?” You were caught off guard by the question, what did he mean were you real?

“It’s a simple fuckin’ question.” He spat back, the rage slowly building inside him, “Are you who you fuckin’ said you are.”

“Yes, of course I am.” You were so confused, “Why wouldn’t I be?”

“So why are you sending me fake fuckin’ pictures?” You were at a loss for words, wondering what had led him to think you were sending him pictures that weren’t of you. Wondering if you’d accidentally sent him a picture of one of your friends instead, or something random from your camera roll.

“I’m not though, Katsuki.” You replied, wondering if you should go back through your conversations to try and find out what he meant.

“Don’t lie to me,” He growled, “How many other guys are you doin’ this to?”

“Can you just tell me what you’re talking about?” You huffed, “What other guys?”

“Answer the fuckin’ question.” He sneered, “Do I have to dumb it down for you, sweetheart? How many guys are you talking to?”

“Just you?” You answered as though it was the most obvious question in the world, of course he was the only guy you were talking to. You spent almost every free minute you had with him outside of work and sleep.

“Oh, so I’m the lucky one this time, hah?” He jeered, “Lucky me.”

“I don’t know what you’re talking about, Katsuki.” You’d heard of Dynamight’s volatile temper, the media portraying this side of him frequently. But you never expected to hear it firsthand.

“Stop fuckin’ callin’ me that.” He growled, “You’re the one out here whoring yourself out and for what? A few extra gems in the game?”

“I’m what?”

Did he just call you a whore?

“Wastin’ your fuckin’ time for a game that doesn’t even exist, pathetic.” He continued.

“I honestly don’t know what you’re talking about, Bakugou.” You felt tears pooling in your eyes at his harsh tone.

“Who’s the girl in the pictures?” He pressed.

“Me?” You’d scrolled back through your conversations, the only pictures you’d sent him were pictures of you.

“Tell me the fuckin’ truth.” He snarled, “I don’t have time for your bullshit.”

“What bullshit, Katsuki.” You shouted back in exasperation, “If I was a catfish, don’t you think I’d find better pictures to send you?”

“What are you fuckin’ talking about?” He spat scornfully.

“Prettier pictures.” You mumbled, thick tears began to fall down the apples of your cheeks as you tried to brush them away with the palm of your hand.

“Okay, if you’re not lying, video chat with me right now.” He deadpanned.

“W-what?”

“It’s that simple.” He growled, “If you’re really who you said you are, you'd do it.”

“I can’t-” You pleaded, it wasn’t that simple-

“It’s a fuckin’ video call, why won’t you do it with me?” He barked, his tone dark.

Your ex-boyfriend's words repeated in your mind at the request, reminding yourself why you could never allow yourself to be comfortable enough to accept the video call. “Wow, I wasn’t expecting you to look that bad on video,” the words were like a stake to the heart when he’d said them to you, every single insecurity you had now slowly piling up. You hated your skin, especially when you’d just got out of the shower. Not to mention the tears that were beginning to pool in your thick lashes, giving you puffy skin around your eyes as you tried desperately to keep them inside. You didn’t want him to see you like this, you couldn’t handle that kind of rejection again. Especially from someone who you were so deeply in love with.

“I just can’t right now-” You mumble, “If you give me time-”

You were going to try and put makeup on and find somewhere in your house with better lighting, preparing yourself to be vulnerable for him.

“What?” He grunted, “So you can come up with more excuses.”

“It’s not an excuse.” You mumbled, even though it was. Your insecurities were always your biggest downfall when it came to relationships or even just life in general. The thing that always seemed to hold you back the most.

“I should’ve fuckin’ known you were only talking to me because of my money.” He scoffed, “You’re like all the rest.”

“Wait, what?” Now you were confused, the money?

“You can’t even do this one thing for me.” He continued, “One simple fuckin’ thing.”

“Look, plea-”

“Fucking bitch.” He snarled, cutting you off, “Delete my number now.”

“Wait, Katsuki. What?” Tears continued to spill down your cheeks.

“Don’t talk to me ever again, I didn’t want to believe them, but you proved it.” He continued on, his voice getting louder the more enraged he became, “Fuckin’ dunceface was right, you’re just another bitch tryin’ to get my fuckin’ money.”

“I wasn’t-” Is that really how little he thought of you?

“What was it gonna be next- A bag? A car?” He scoffed, “Or maybe you were just lookin’ to sell your story to the papers, hah? Another fuckin’ whore tryin’ to get rich off my back, well I ain’t letting it happen again.”

“I really fucking liked you Bakugou Katsuki,” You sniffed, tears now dropping onto the towel you were still wrapped in as you shivered silently, soaking into the damp fabric as you stopped trying to rub them away, “I really thought I was falling in love with you.”

“Falling in love with me or my money?” He sneered.

“You’re such a fucking asshole.” Your voice was so quiet when you spoke, barely a whisper as you ended the call.

Blocking his number first as you moved to discord to block his profile, tears dripping from your cheeks and onto your chest as you sat there wrapped in a fluffy towel, uncaring that you were still slightly damp as you climbed back into your bed. Pulling the duvet over your shaking body as you let the tears flow freely, soaking your pillow as you tried to process what had just happened, what Bakugou had accused you of.

You didn’t expect it to end like this.

It had been three weeks since Bakugou had talked to you last, and everyone at the agency was experiencing the aftermath. Bakugou’s temper reached a contentious boiling point, one that threatened to erupt like hot burning lava from a volcano each time he stepped into the office. Even petty crime had decreased in the area, villains terrified of being at the end of one of Bakugou’s explosive outbursts. The Dynamight agency now a volatile battleground as he picked up as many shifts as possible, completely surrounding himself with his work in a feeble attempt to take his mind off you, if only just for a few moments.

You’d done this to him, turned him into this bitter creature that was still full of so much love for you even after everything. He couldn’t take away the bitter taste in his mouth when he reminded himself what you’d done to deceive him, the lies you told. Bile thick in his throat as he remembered the way he’d opened up to you, just to have you throw it back in his face.

He had to stop himself unblocking you after the first night, whether it was to throw more insults at you or to tell you he was sorry he was unsure. Either way, he missed your voice. The only thing that dulled the ache slightly was work, even sleep only brought him memories of you.

Bakugou hadn’t touched the game since he stopped speaking to you, not even wanting to go online to see more memories of the times with you, the old snapshots and messages of the nights you’d spent together, the moments he’d spent falling in love with you.

He’d been foolish, he’d let his guard down and allowed himself to fall for you, but he wouldn’t let it happen again.

His heart was already a fortress, guarded with gates so high that no one could break through, or so he thought. The gates opening with a key that you seemed to hold as you broke through, stealing his heart as you held it in your hands. Taking everything until the fortress was completely barren.

“I fuckin’ told you what enhancements I wanted on the gauntlets, why isn’t it ready?” He snarled on the phone to a poor member of his technology department, “I don’t fuckin’ care what excuses you have, just get it done-”

Bakugou slammed the phone down in fury as Kirishima loitered near the entrance to his office, giving him a soft smile as he closed the door behind him, watching his friend card a hand through his messy blond hair, heaving a sigh.

“I know you miss her, Bakubro.” Kirishima started before he was cut off by his best friend.

“I don’t miss shit,” Bakugou grunted.

‘You don’t have to lie to me.” Kirishima continued, “She was a big part of your life. I know how you felt about her.”

“You don’t know shit,” Bakugou growled, the more he thought about you, the fierier he became.

“Well, I remembered you telling me that she worked for a hero agency,” Kirishima began, choosing his words carefully.

“Yeah, another fuckin’ lie,” Bakugou grunted, sitting back in his chair as his leg bounced beneath the desk to try and stop himself from exploding.

“Well, man.” Kirishima came around the desk to stand beside Bakugou, holding his phone out to his best friend, “I thought you might want to see this-”

Bakugou’s eyes roamed the screen as he saw your name in the middle, your job title below it along with the agency you worked at and your contact number. The exact same digits and area code as the number you’d given to him-

“It probably wasn’t the best idea, but I know the database has information for all Pro-Hero Agency employees in the country in case of emergency, and I figured I’d take a quick look. There’s one, in particular, that has information on employees for shared missions. And she came up-”

“This don’t prove shit,” Bakugou grunted, “Just means she’s pretending to be whoever this is.”

“I thought that could be a possibility too, so I searched her name online and found this-” Kirishima’s fingers slid against his screen clumsily as he closed the photo he’d shown Bakugou, moving it to Instagram to show him the page, “This was her right?”

Bakugou snatched the phone from Kirishima’s hands as he began to scroll through your feed, clicking on certain photographs where you were the main focus. A few candid ones where you were laughing at something, and some were where you were sitting in the same gaming chair with the pink headphones he recognised.

“Has she sent you any of these pictures before, man?” Kirishima asked as he continued looking over Bakugou’s shoulder, “Some of them are tagged by friends too, it looks legit.”

He felt like an asshole.

Bakugou continued scrolling through the phone, his finger stroking over your cheek on the screen as he read through some of the captions. A lot of them seemed to be about you missing home, missing your friends. Some of the photographs he’d seen before, remembering when you’d showed them to him and the stories behind them. Others he’d never seen until now, looking through pictures where you looked so happy, so free. But he’d also seen some that you hadn’t posted on here at all, remembering your words when you’d told him that they’d been for his eyes only.

“See, man.” Kirishima gave him a small smile, “She’s real.”

“Fuck.”

It was probably too late to fix it, he’d already ruined any chance he had of being with you. Dumping the phone onto his desk as he sat back in his chair, brows set into a firm glare.

“Are you not gonna go and find her, Kats?” Kirishima asked, he hadn’t seen his friend look this defeated since high school.

“No fuckin’ point, I already fucked it.”

“Just go and tell her how you feel, man.” Kirishima squeezed his shoulder reassuringly, “At least then you can say you tried.”

Bakugou scoffed, shaking his head as he continued staring forward. He didn’t deserve you anyway, people like him didn’t deserve happiness.

“Sometimes it isn’t just about you.” Kirishima continued, “What about her feelings?”

“She’s better off without me.”

“That isn’t your decision to make.” Kirishima pushed, “You can’t keep being a coward-”

“I ain’t a fuckin’ coward.” Bakugou sneered.

“Then tell her how you feel.”

Bakugou stood from his chair, deliberately shouldering Kirishima out of the way as he stormed out of his office. It was probably too late, but Kirishima was right. You were the best thing that had ever happened to him, so he had to fucking try.

“There’s someone here at reception for you.” You looked from the paperwork on your desk to see one of your colleagues calling for you from across the room.

“For me?” You wondered if they’d got you confused with someone else, you didn’t know anyone in the city. And even if your friends had come to visit you here, there’s no way they’d turn up at the agency unannounced.

“You can’t just come in here Dynamight, sir—” Your eyes widened in surprise when you saw the Pro-Hero standing in the doorway, his eyes roaming over the office through his black mask as he sought you out. Immediately stilling when his gaze met your own as if it was your look alone that calmed the hurricane that blustered towards you.

“Bakugou,” You mumbled beneath your breath.

You’d spent so long and tried so hard to push him to the back of your mind that now he was finally here the emotions threatened to come bubbling back to the surface. Your throat seized up as you felt tears threatening to spill from your glassy eyes, watching him as he made a beeline for you. The entire office was silent as they watched the interaction with absolutely no subtlety, the realisation causing you to feel even more uncomfortable.

“What are you doing here?” You felt so self-conscious beneath his gaze for the first time, unsure where to look as you focused on the bright orange ‘x’ that sat across his chest. He was so much taller than you, making you feel so small in comparison. No longer having the screen separating the both of you which gave you the confidence to talk to him, instead of feeling so nervous in his company. Especially when he was clad in his signature hero outfit, everything apart from the large gauntlets he usually carried. As though he’d made it over to Manuals Agency in a rush, forgetting them in his haste.

What made it worse was the fact that you were still struggling to sleep even though it had been weeks since you’d blocked him, the pain of your last conversation with him still weighed heavy on your mind as you willed the ground to swallow you whole. The silence was deafening as you could feel his eyes drinking in the sight of you, you couldn’t recall the last time you’d felt so hideous.

Wishing that you’d had some sort of divine intervention this morning when you’d woken up for work and put some make-up on to try and hide the darkened bags beneath your eyes or your slight uneven skin tone.

“I needed to talk to you,” Bakugou spoke simply, his gaze unwavering.

“You haven’t wanted to talk to me for weeks and suddenly you show up at my office?” You crossed your hands over your chest, trying to grant yourself some comfort as you held your own.

“I-” He paused, as though trying to think of the words first.

“You can’t just show up at my job unannounced after what you did,” You raise your voice in a mock whisper as you look around the agency at your colleagues, feeling sets of eyes on you as the Number Seven hero Dynamight stood tall in their office, looming over everyone with that same domineering energy he conducted each time he entered a room.

“I needed to talk to you, please,” He continued, “Will you come outside with me?”

“No,” You shake your head, trying to push back the tears that threaten to fall, “You don’t get to come in trying to control things when you’re the one that fucked this up.”

“I know I fucked up, I know.” He sighed, “Please will you at least talk to me in private?”

You chewed the inside of your lip, wishing that you’re resolve was stronger. If there was one thing you knew about Dynamight from the media it was that he didn’t beg, but the pleading look that you saw on his face now said otherwise.

“Wait here,” You heaved a sigh as you moved back to your desk to pick up your bag, switching your monitor off before walking towards your boss' table to let him know you were taking lunch.

“Isn’t it a little early for that?” You turned your head to the side slightly as you watched his gaze meet Dynamight’s stoic stare as he glanced back towards you with wide eyes, “Oh, I see- take as long as you need.”

Moving back through your office as you walked straight past Bakugou, leaving the same way he came in as you took him around the Manual Agency building, coming to a small square with an understated water fountain outside. A mock version of the Normal Hero stood in the middle as it shot out streams of water in various directions, a simple ode to his quirk.

“I eat my lunch out here sometimes,” You mumbled softly, moving to sit on one of the vacant benches around the fountain as you smiled softly at the water feature.

“S’nice.” Bakugou whispered, standing awkwardly beside your seated figure before he dropped down beside you. Pulling his black mask up over his face until it lay against the top of his forehead, pushing some of the blond messy spikes from his face. Hating the way your body betrayed you as you looked at how attractive it made him, your eyes flitting towards his lips and the stubble that shadowed his jawline before averting your gaze.

“Why are you really here, Bakugou?” You asked, chancing a glance at the blond, “You made your feelings pretty clear already.”

“Why wouldn’t you video chat with me?” He murmured softly.

Biting your lip as you tried to work out how to explain to him why you couldn’t, why you didn’t. Suddenly feeling the vulnerability of not having a screen to hide behind or a keyboard to use. This time face to face with the object of your affections, your heart felt like it was caught in your throat as you took a deep breath.

“I was scared, okay.” You exhaled softly, “I’ve never looked good on video, and I didn’t want you to think I was ugly.”

“You- what?” Bakugou couldn’t believe what you were saying, why would he think you were ugly?

“I was with my ex for a while,” You smiled bitterly, “Used to think he was the love of my life.”

You almost laughed looking back at the memory, it felt like worlds away from where you were now.

“We used to video chat a lot, especially when he had to work late or I picked up extra shifts,” You continued, “But he used to say I looked horrible on video, that the camera picked up all my worst angles.”

You could feel the tears beginning to build up again, and you sniffed, looking up at the sky as you tried to stop them from falling. Trying desperately not to cry in front of Bakugou, exhaling softly as you continued.

“And then I found out who you were, and how attractive you were, and how many beautiful girls you’ve probably been with and I couldn’t do it.” You shook your head, “I just kept hearing those same words from my ex, and I couldn’t bear hearing them from you.”

“Wouldn’t have called you ugly,” He scoffed, “There’s no way.”

“No, but you would’ve thought it- and that’s almost just as bad.” You sniffed, tears clinging to your lashes as they blurred your vision.

“Ain’t an ugly part of you.” He mumbled, chewing his lip. The words causing you to scoff as you shook your head in disagreement.

“I saw your Instagram,” He continued.

“Oh god, there are some horrible tagged photos of me on there,” You groaned, willing the ground to swallow you whole as you pictured Bakugou’s face as he went through your page. A look of pure disgust on his features as he found the ones where you were making silly faces with your friends, or coming home from a long night out.

“I didn’t see a single ugly photo.” His eyes met yours, tugging one of his gloves off as he dropped it onto the bench beside him. Raising his thumb to brush the tears from your cheek.

“You believe me now?” You smiled woefully, moving away from his touch. Certain that if you leaned into it you’d melt back into him.

“I shouldn’t have acted like that.” Bakugou shook his head.

“You’re right, you shouldn’t have.” You could feel the anger building inside you. “We could’ve just spoke about it like adults, but instead you decided to come in on the defensive-”

“I-” He began, but you cut him off.

“You fucking thought I was the one lying to you, when you’re the one that said he was a Pro-Hero.”

“I’m sorry.” He whispered, so quietly you weren’t even sure you’d heard it.

“I just don’t know why you couldn’t just talk to me.” You mumbled.

“My ex,” Bakugou began, shifting on the bench to stare at the water that danced across the fountain, sparkling in the bright afternoon sunlight, “Ended up leaving me and selling a story to the papers.”

He raised his thumb up to his lips, biting down on the pad as he continued to avoid your gaze, staying quiet beside him as you allowed him the time to continue his story.

“Turned out she was only with me for the money, not because she actually wanted to be with me,” He lamented.

“But you’re Dynamight, why wouldn’t she wanna be with just you?” You raised a brow, there were thousands of women out there who would’ve killed to be in her position.

“‘m just an asshole, I guess.” He shrugged, “When she left me she actually said that no one would love someone as cold as me.”

He scoffed as he shook his head, letting his palms drop back onto his lap, “She was probably right.”

“I mean, you are an asshole.” You smiled softly, “But I still like you.”

“Yeah?” He replied, a small smile on his face as he turned his head to face you.

Returning the gesture as you slipped your hand into his upturned palm, lacing your fingers together as you squeezed softly, feeling the palm slick with sweat as you took note of how much bigger his hands were compared to yours.

“I should’ve been the one thinking you were a catfish,” You laughed, “You’re a fucking Pro-Hero.”

“I know,” He groaned, hesitating for a moment before he continued, “Please just let me make it up to you?”

“It’s gonna take a lot of making up,” You gave his palm another squeeze, “And Mapo Tofu.”

Bakugou smiled at the words, “You got a deal, princess.”

You shyly met his gaze as you leaned forward, keeping your grip on his hand as you met his lips in a gentle kiss. His gloved palm moved up to cup your cheek as he deepened it, swiping his tongue against your bottom lip before delving forward. Brushing against your own as you melted into him, tilting your head to the side as he deepened the kiss. This was exactly what you’d been fantasising about ever since you’d first met him all those weeks ago online and you couldn’t believe that it was actually happening here and now. Wondering if you were going to wake up and it would all be a dream. Reluctantly breaking the kiss as he lay his forehead against your own, his gloved thumb stroking your cheek as you both basked in the intimacy of the moment for a little longer.

“Come to my house for dinner,” He asks gruffly, noticing the hesitation on your face as he chews his lip.

“What, now?” You raised a brow.

“Tch, yeah.” He shrugs, “Lemme make it up to you.”

“I’ve gotta get back to work, Bakugou. I just walked out-” You began but he cut you off.

“Manual owes me so many fuckin’ favours I’m cashin’ in on this one right now.”

Jumping up to sit on his kitchen counter as you watched him begin to gather the ingredients he needed to cook for you, a soft smile on your face when you noticed how comfortable he looked. A completely different face to the usually bold and brash Pro-Hero Dynamignt.

“What you statin’ at?” He rasped, looking over his shoulder at you as he placed a pan onto his stove.

“You.” You replied with a grin, your legs gently swaying from side to side as he turned to face you.

“Be careful, princess.” He rasped.

“It’s just nice getting to watch you cook,” You hummed, “I’m so used to just hearing it over voice chat.”

It felt so surreal that you’d not only met the man you’d been talking to for weeks but you were currently sitting in his huge apartment in one of the tallest high rises in the city. You’d expected the inside to be lavish and overstated if the ride up in the elevator was anything to go by. You were afraid to touch anything because everything looked expensive, terrified of leaving a mark on the perfect building. It almost made you feel out of place like you weren’t supposed to be here, that people like you didn’t belong in places like this.

Relieved when you’d stepped inside Bakugou’s apartment to find it looked relatively homely. The large, lavish furniture that you’d been expecting to fill the huge space was instead understated pieces that you could see yourself purchasing. Immediately giving a humble quality to the top ten Pro, although there were still a few examples of wealth that sat around the apartment. Multiple gaming consoles beneath a lavish television, his gaming setup looked custom-built and held his signature colours, and the subtle All Might merchandise that sat in key places around the room— all signed. He was still worlds away from your life, and the thought scared you slightly as you tried to push it to the back of your mind.

“Well,” Breaking you out of your thoughts as he came over to you, resting his large palms on your waist as he looked into your eyes, “If someone had video chatted with me, they would’ve seen me cook a long time ago.”

Even from your position on the island, your head was still lower than his own, your eyeline meeting his collarbones as he squeezed your hips softly.

“Yeah, yeah. I know,” You pouted, Bakugou unable to resist as he leaned forward to steal a kiss, “But I was scared.”

“I can’t believe you thought I’d think you were ugly,” He shook his head in disbelief, “Ain’t a single part of you that’s ugly.”

“You have to say that,” You sighed.

“You callin’ me a liar?” He raised a brow, if there was one thing Bakugou wasn't, it was a liar.

“No,” You shook your head, reaching up to wrap your arms around his broad shoulders. Spreading your thighs slightly to create more space so he could slip between them, bringing him closer to you.

“Good.” He leaned forward to steal a kiss, smirking when your head tried to follow his lips when he pulled back, “Better not be.”

“I still can’t believe you came into my office,” You smiled, playing with the hairs at the nape of his neck, “I’m pretty sure you gave my boss a heart attack.”

“I just knew I fucked up,” He grunted, “Had to fix it.”

“I thought you didn’t want me anymore.” You mumbled.

“I swear to you,” He raised one of his large palms to cup your cheek, leaning into his touch as he met your gaze, “I gotcha now, ain’t ever gonna let you go.”

“You promise?” You felt your heart begin to speed up at his words.

“I promise,” He stroked his thumb over your cheek.

“But what if you find someone better?” You mumbled.

“Whatcha mean ‘better’?” He scoffed.

“I dunno, like nicer, prettier-” You continued feebly.

Bakugou grabbed your wrist in one of his large palms, bringing your hand between your bodies as he pushed it against his crotch. Opening your hand as you lay it flat on top of the fabric, feeling the prominent bulge beneath as your lashes fluttered at the sensation.

“Do ya feel that?” He rasps, “That’s what you fuckin’ do to me, princess.”

Your lips parted in a silent moan as you felt his hips languidly roll into your touch, giving himself some needed friction as he pecked the corner of your mouth, his nose nuzzling your cheek.

“So don’t ever convince yourself that you’re ugly, or that I don’t want you because I really fuckin’ do.” He groaned, his warm breath fanning your face as you became bolder.

Using your grip on his shoulders to bring him down into a soft kiss, your fingers carding through the short hairs at the base of his undercut as you became bolder, pressing down harder on the bulge between his thighs to add to the friction. Your fingers tried to curl around his length through the fabric as he shamelessly began to rut his hips into your touch.

“You’re irresistible.” He growled against your lips, his warm palms sliding along your thighs as he found the curve of your ass. Squeezing your cheeks roughly as he pulled your ass to the edge of the island, moving your hand from his crotch to his shoulder to steady yourself as you gasped in surprise. Your thighs squeezed around his hips as you felt his crotch pressed snug against yours.

“Fuck,” He groaned, feeling the heat radiating from your core, your skirt riding higher up your thighs as all that was between him and your cunt was the thin fabric of your panties.

“Katsuki,” You hummed when you felt him begin to leave wet, open-mouthed kisses along the column of your neck. Stopping at your pulse point as his teeth latched on, biting down as he felt moans vibrating in your throat. His tongue slipped out to salve at the mark that was certain to darken as he continued lower, pressing his lips into the junction of your neck and shoulder as he repeated the action. Feeling your body grind against his in response as he began to stroke the apex of your thighs. Dipping his thumbs between them as he massaged the soft skin, moving dangerously close to your outer labia as listened to the way your breath hitched in your throat each time he neared your heat.

Dragging the back of his knuckle against the crotch of your panties as he heard you gasp in surprise, a cocky grin on his lips as he sought out your clit beneath the thin fabric, feeling your body throb from his ministrations.

“Don’t tease me,” You mumbled, rolling your hips into his touch as he pressed his thumb against your slit, pressing down on your panties as he pushed them between your folds, dragging the digit lower as he moved towards your tight entrance. Deliberately pressing against it through the fabric, knowing that he wouldn’t be able to slip inside you. The tip of his thumb barely pressed against your walls as he felt them flutter around him in anticipation.

“What was that, sweetheart?” Your slick now soaking your panties as he watches your reaction, continuing to circle your needy hole.

“Don’t tease me,” You almost whined, glancing up at your face to see your lashes fluttering as your pupils dilated, his cock twitching beneath his pants as he swore under his breath, “Please, Katsu.”

“Fuck,” He groaned, it was so damn hard to resist you.

Bakugou moved his fingers to the hem of your panties, tugging them down your hips as he helped ease you off the island just enough to pull them down your thighs. Almost ripping the fabric in his haste as he let them fall forgotten to the kitchen floor, dropping to his knees between your thighs as he brought you towards the edge of the counter.

“Fuckin’ hell.” He groaned, feeling the heat rise in your cheeks at the way his vermilion eyes were staring between your thighs.

His thumbs slipping up to spread your outer labia as he took in the creamy lines of slick that were glistening against your folds, gazing towards your entrance where your essence was pooling from. Inhaling thickly as you found yourself becoming more self-conscious beneath his gaze, trying to close your thighs to hide your intimacy.

“Stop,” He murmured, dilated pupils looking up at you as he held you open, “You’ve got no idea how many times I’ve thought about how perfect you’d look here-”

His thumb moved forward to brush a line along your slit, deliberately pressing against your clit to pull a sweet whine from your lips as he playfully tapped it.

“How many times I’ve fucked my fist to the thought of your pretty little pussy.” His words were like liquid sin, flowing through your veins and evoking the desire that brewed deep inside you, making every inch of you feel like you were on fire.

“Katsuki,” You whispered his name, feeling his breath ghosting your slit as he brought his lips closer to where you wanted them most, “Please-”

“I can’t resist you when you say my name like that,” He rasped, nostrils flaring before he moved forward. Laying his tongue flat as he licked a stripe along your slit, the sensation causing your body to jerk as he immediately held your thighs to stop you from moving away. Repeating the motion as he shamelessly slurped at your slick, tasting you on his tongue as he began to delve deeper. The tip of his tongue catching your tight entrance as his nose nudged your clit, bullying his way inside your quivering walls as you moved your hand to the messy spikes on the top of his head as your nails scratched at his scalp. Pushing the hair back from his forehead so you could get a better look at him feasting on your cunt like a man starved, the crude slurping that filled the kitchen had you throbbing. The sound should’ve been depraved, embarrassing but it had you intoxicated on him as you listened to how desperate he was for you.

His tongue lashing against your inner walls, pushing it as deep as he could inside you as you continued to cry out for him, one of your thighs over his shoulder as you pressed the heel of your foot into his back. Bakugou dragged his tongue higher to focus on your clit as a thick finger pressed against your needy hole, slipping inside you as he curled it towards the spongy spot inside you. His tongue flicking your clit as his lips wrapped around it, feeling just how tight you were on his finger— how much tighter you’d feel stretched around his cock. The thought alone had him throbbing between his thighs, rutting his hips to try and create some friction against his pants as he added a second finger inside your dripping heat. The subtle stretch had you calling out his name, tightening your grip in his messy hair as you pushed his head harder into your cunt.

“Kats- oh, fuck.” You trailed off, feeling the calloused pads of his fingers focused on the same spot inside you as he gave quick, deliberate flicks of his wrist, “I’m gonna-”

“Come on, baby.” He goaded you, his voice rumbling against your clit. Eyes staring up at you from between your thighs as he wanted to watch when he made you come undone, “Cum for me.”

You felt your release surge through your body in harsh waves, your lips parting in a squeal as your body jerked. Your toes curling as you pressed harder against his back, his tongue unrelenting on your clit as he continued flicking the sensitive nub helping you to ride out your release.

“Oh my god,” You mumbled, your chest heaving as you felt tremours continue to ebb through you, your tight walls clenching around nothing as Bakugou pulled his soaked fingers from your dripping folds. Shamelessly bringing them to his lips to clean your slick from them as he slipped his tongue between them. The sight alone was lewd, erotic as it had your clit throbbing for more.

“You are pure sin,” He groaned, pressing wet kisses against your inner thighs as he watched you come down from your high. Moving back to wipe the mixture of your slick and his spit from his mouth and chin with the back of his hand.

Your hands grabbing for him, trying to pull him back up to you as you pulled his lips to yours in a sloppy kiss, tasting yourself on his tongue as you clung to him for some semblance of reality, unable to truly believe that this was really happening right now.

“C‘mere.” He slurred, giving a rut of his hips to your soaking core, uncaring that your slick left a wet mark against his pants as he gripped your ass. Lifting you from the counter as you squealed, wrapping your arms around his shoulders to steady yourself.

“Please, Katsuki.” You squealed, “I’m too heavy.”

“Shut up, woman.” He scoffed, “You think I can’t carry ya?”

He deliberately squeezed your thighs, using them as leverage to push your body into the air. A scream left your lips as you felt yourself leave his grip for a moment, gravity bringing you back down into his arms as he bounced you in the air. Your hands scrambling for his shoulders as you held him tightly, ensuring he didn’t try and repeat the action as he let out a hearty laugh.

“You’re so damn cute,” He stole a kiss as he carried you through his apartment towards his bedroom, keeping you in his arms as he lay you on the soft sheets beneath him.

Your legs still wrapped around him as he brought you into another sloppy kiss that was all tongue and teeth, no sense of urgency as he languidly rolled his hips into you, leaving more lines of your slick against the material, the movement causing delicious friction as he kept pressing himself against you.

You caged his face with both palms, fingers brushing against the stubble that decorated his jawline as you brought him into another sloppy kiss. Languidly lapping your tongue against his lips with no real sense of urgency, just enjoying the moment with him.

The slow, sensual movement was not enough for the man above you as you felt him growl deep in his chest, capturing the sound with your mouth as he pulled back. Fingers slipping down to the hem of your shirt to pull it up and over your head, leaving you in your basic black bra. The fabric caged your breasts as he raised a large palm up to massage the soft mounds, looking at the size difference between them and his palm.

“I’ve been thinkin’ about these a lot too,” He groaned, pressing hot, searing kisses along your sternum. His hands pushed their way between you and the mattress as he felt for the clasp, roughly pinching and tugging at it until he felt it go lax, “They’re even prettier than the pictures.”

Smirking as he pulled back from your chest to remove the unnecessary obstacle as he threw it haphazardly to the floor.

“My pretty girl,” He hummed, his hands skirting up your sides as calloused thumbs brushed the underside of your breasts, teasing the supple skin as his eyes continued to drink in the newly revealed territory. Circling the pads of his thumbs around your darkened areolas as he heard the breath hitch in your throat, grazing your nipples as he watched them stiffen to hardened peaks beneath his ministrations.

Moving down to engulf one of your nipples between his lips, his tongue rolling over the surface as his teeth bit down slightly. Groaning around it as he tugged, pulling more sweet sounds from between your lips as your fingers found purchase back in his hair. Holding him against your chest as your nails grazed his scalp, pressing kisses between the junction of your breasts as he moved to give the other one more of the same attention.

“Katsuki,” You whined, shifting your hips as you tried to push your crotch against his, “I wanna touch you too,”

“Yeah?” He smirked, pulling away from your nipple now soaked with his spit as he playfully blew cool air on the sensitive peak. Watching the way your lashes fluttered for him as he kissed it softly.

“Please,” You reached out to grab his belt, the utility belt sat forgotten in his kitchen as he was left with the one holding up his pants as he helped you to unbuckle it. Sliding off the bed to tug the fabric down his thick, muscular thighs.

You shamelessly sat up on your forearms to watch the display as he kicked the forgotten garment off carelessly, your eyes instantly zoning in on the darkened stain against his boxer briefs. His pre soaking through the fabric as the thick length of him lay flat against his pelvis. Moving onto your knees as you came to the edge of the bed, watching him pull his vest up over his head as you saw his bare chest face to face for the first time.

You’d always known he had a body carved by the gods, every inch of him pure muscle as a result of the constant training for his job. Scars and marks gracing his torso as signs of the downfall of his career, things that should’ve made him look less appealing but somehow those imperfections only served to make him more perfect.

Reaching out to run your hands against the exposed skin, allowing your fingers to press into every dip and curve of his torso as you navigated towards his bulging pectorals. Watching his eyes flutter as you brushed your thumbs against his stiff nipples, hearing his breath hitch in his throat as he stroked the back of his hand against your cheek. Moving lower as you did everything you’d imagined doing to him when he’d first sent you those naked pictures, running your hands through the blond, silvery wisps of hair that scattered his chest as you followed them towards the hem of his boxers. Your hand reaching out to palm him through the fabric, fingers barely able to wrap around him before he had your wrist caged in his large palm.

“Don’t,” He growled low in his throat, holding your hand away from his cock.

“I want to make you feel good too.” Uncertainty in your tone as you worried that it was something he didn’t want you to do, the insecurities beginning to form in the back of your mind as you looked up at him with wide eyes.

“Another time, princess.” He rasped, watching his Adam’s apple bob in his throat, “You touch me like that I won’t fuckin’ last.”

He leaned forward to press his thumb against your pouty lips, holding your chin in his hand as he dragged down.

“Especially with those pretty lips wrapped around my cock.” Your lips parting for him as he pressed his thumb inside your mouth, groaning as he felt your tongue wrap around it. Hollowing your cheeks as you sucked it hard, glancing up as you watched his eyes roll. Pressing down on the flat of your tongue as he eased your jaw open, his cock throbbing at the thought of slipping inside your mouth, but it would have to be saved for another time. Already feeling himself close to his limit just by being this near to you, your scent intoxicating as it overwhelmed his senses. Unable to remember the last time he’d been with another person, the tension that had built up since he’d first met you still swelling inside him as he tried to calm his racing heart.

You moved your hands to your skirt as you unzipped the fabric, easing it down your hips to leave you naked in front of him for the first time. His hands moved to lay you flat against the bed before you stopped him, pulling him down onto the bed beside you as you straddled his torso.

“At least let me make you feel good like this,” You whispered, placing soft kisses against his collarbone as he felt your slick soaking the hairs along his pelvis.

“Oh fuck, baby.” He groaned, reaching back to grab a pillow to prop his head up so he could get the perfect view of you on top of him.

His thick cock lay flat against his abdomen as you watched fresh pre leaking from the slit, oozing onto his skin as you moved yourself on top of him to sit on it, your folds parting as you felt the warmth of his length against your most intimate place. Your wetness soaking his length as you began to languidly roll your hips on top of him, shamelessly grinding yourself against his thick cock. Your clit caught against the underside of his tip with each roll of your hips as you used him for your own pleasure.

Your hands trailed over his torso as your fingers began to follow the lines of scars that littered his skin, some of them darker than others. An indication of which ones were new and which he’d had for a while, fading over time but still leaving rough skin in their wake. Your fingers brushing one that sat dangerously close to his heart, wanting to ask the story behind it as you stored the sight for later. A time and a place for everything, your hands trailing lower as you began to brush your fingers through the light blond hair that scattered against his chest, following it on its path until it went to his pelvis. Your fingers brushed against the tip of his cock as he let out a sharp gasp, his chest caving slightly from the sensation as goosebumps began to appear on his skin.

“You’re determined to make me cum all over myself, aren’tcha sweetheart?” He groaned, running his hands along your thighs as he watched you grinding against his cock, “God, you’re so fuckin’ pretty.”

You moved to sit back on his thighs before moving to wrap your hands around his cock now slick with you, causing Bakugou to hiss before his hand moved down to hood the base of his cock. He watched as you slowly moved to sink down on his length, the first roll of your hips had the blunt tip of his cock missing your hole as it caught against your clit, causing you to groan in surprise.

“Shit,” The erotic sight had Bakugou groaning as you repositioned yourself, his other hand holding your hip tightly as he helped you sink down on his length.

“Oh, fuck Katsuki,” You mumbled, feeling the fat head of his cock slip past the first ring of muscle as he began to stretch you out around him. Unable to recall the last time you’d ever had something so big inside you, if ever.

“I know, baby. I know.” He cooed, his thumb moving to rub messy circles against your clit to help ease the ache as you began to rock your hips against his cock. Slowly taking more of him inside your eager walls as you felt the dull burn slowly morphing into pleasure, a gasp leaving your lips when you felt the fatness of the middle of his length stretching you out. The prominent veins dragged against your inner walls perfectly as you finally buried him inside you to the hilt. Sitting flat on his pelvis as you adjusted to the intrusion, your walls fluttering around him as he moved both hands to your thighs, “Takin’ me so fuckin’ well.”

You splayed your hands against his stomach for leverage as you slowly began to move your hips, lifting yourself up before dropping yourself back down on his length.

“You like that?“ He hummed, smirking at the euphoric look on your face as you let out a shameless moan, “Yeah, you do.”

Admiring the way your body looked above him as you used him for your own pleasure, rolling your hips to have your clit catching against the neatly trimmed hairs at the base of his cock. Only adding to the friction as you set a steady pace, biting down on your bottom lip as you sought your own pleasure.

There was something about the way that Bakugou was looking at you in this position, like you were some sort of ethereal goddess. Eyes full of lust and adoration as he stared at you like you were the only thing on this earth that mattered.

Even though you were on top it was clear that Bakugou still maintained all control, a domineering force through every aspect of his life.

“So messy, sweetheart.” He groaned as his thumbs moved to the dip of your pelvis, pushing your body back slightly to the creamy rings of slick that you left around the base of his cock, matting into his pubic hair.

“‘m close,” You mumbled, your pace becoming sloppy as you tried to angle your hips so his cock hit the same spot inside you each time. You looked so debauched like this for him, your bruised lips parted in a moan as you gazed down at him through glassy eyes.

Bakugou’s hands moving to the curve of your ass as he squeezed the cheeks roughly, his fingers digging in the supple skin as he pulled back to spank you hard. Feeling the way you spasmed around him as he repeated the motion, causing you to cry out for him as he alternated cheeks, holding you steady as he spread your cheeks, adding to the stretch as he felt you becoming restless on top of him.

“Are you tired, pretty girl?” He cooed softly as you nodded your head pathetically, a pout on your lips as you teetered so close to your release. Moving your body so you were pressed chest to chest, burying your head into the curve of his neck as you continued to feebly roll your hips. You just needed something to help you over the edge-

Bakugou smoothed his hands along your spine, feeling your soft skin before holding your hips steady, fingers dipping into the plush as he set a steady pace. A sheer display of strength as he began to rut his hips up into you, your breath fanning his skin as you moaned into his neck.

“Come on, sweet girl.” He mumbled softly, pressing a kiss to your shoulder, “Cum for me.”

“Fuck,” You cried out, feeling the coil inside you so close to breaking as Bakugou moved his thick thighs behind you, feeling then press against the curve of your ass as he planted his feet flat on the mattress. Using the new position to add more force to his movements as he fucked up into you, the sound of skin against skin filling the air as you found yourself tumbling into your climax. The power behind his thrusts, even though he was beneath you. Crying out his name as the noise was muffled by his neck as your walls began to quiver around him, milking his cock as you rode out your release.

“Good girl,” He groaned, messily rutting his hips up into you as he felt you continue to tremble around him.

“Katsuki,” You whispered shyly, tilting your head to the side to catch his gaze, “You didn’t cum.”

“I know, baby.” He continued stroking his hands along your back, warmth from his quirk radiating from his palms as he held you.

“I wanna make you cum too,” You whined, planting your hands on either side of his head as you pushed yourself up. Your breasts hung in his face as he couldn’t resist reaching up to fondle them, squeezing gently as he felt you throb around his cock.

Whining when he moved his grip to your hips to lift you off his cock, moving your body to lay beside his as he settled himself between your thighs, pushing them back towards your chest as he glanced down at your stretched hole, still fluttering in the aftershocks of your release.

“Gonna let me use your sweet pussy to make me cum?” He tapped his cock covered in your slick against your slit, watching you nod your head as he slowly began to push himself inside you.

“You have no idea how perfect you are.” He groaned as your walls greedily sucked him back in, “It’s like you were made for me.”

Your walls clinging to him, even tighter after your release as he selfishly used you for his own pleasure.

“God, I’m not gonna last much longer.” He rasped, trying to contain himself to focus on your pleasure. But you had to make it so hard, with the way you were squeezing around his cock, convinced if he met your gaze you’d have him coming undone in an instant.

“Think you’ve got one more in there for me, sweetheart?” He grunted, slipping his fingers between your connected bodies to press sloppy circles against your overstimulated clit.

“I can’t,” You cried out, the sensation causing your body to shake, “S’too much.”

“Shh, I know you can, sweetheart.” He cooed softly, his voice a gentle rasp, “Be a good girl for me.”

“Shit, I can feel you squeezin’ me, I know you’re close-” Bakugou tore a guttural whine from your lips as he stole another climax from you, your release rippling through you in harsh waves as you cried out his name.

“That’s it, baby.” Moving his hand from your clit to reposition it on the back of your thigh as he began thrusting into you with renewed vigour, hungrily chasing his own end as he felt you continuing to clench around him, “So good for me.”

Your breasts bounced with the ferocity of his movements, feeling the blunt head of his cock deep inside your tight cunt as it kissed your cervix with each forward motion, creating a delicious ache inside you. His balls slapping against the curve of your ass as the lewd sound of him fucking into your stretched heat filled the room.

“I’m gonna fuckin’ cum,” He groaned, adjusting his hips as he prepared to pull out, ready to paint a pretty picture against your skin the way he’d fantasised about more times than he could count.

“Cum inside me,” You manage to rasp breathlessly, Bakugou’s vermilion eyes meeting your gaze as he felt himself falling over the edge. Your nails left crescent-shaped moons against his shoulder blades as you held him to you, not wanting him to leave your slick heat.

“Oh, fuck.” Bakugou rasps, the words have his cock throbbing as he cums inside you with a grunt. His hips snug against yours as his heavy balls press against the curve of your ass, his thighs quivering as he shoots white, hot ropes of cum inside your eager walls as you continue clenching around him.

Bakugou leaned down to press a gentle kiss to your lips, a thin sheen of sweat coating both your bodies as it had you sticking to him comfortably, pushing the sweaty hair from his brow as you cupped his cheeks. Basking in the afterglow together as your tight cunt continued to clench around his cock. Shifting his hips as he felt himself begin to soften inside you.

“No,” You whined with a pout as you felt him slowly start to pull himself from your tightness, his eyes immediately focusing on the mess between your thighs as his cum began to seep out of your trembling walls.

“You’re gonna be the death of me, princess.” He groaned when he slipped his fingers towards your folds to press his drooling cum back inside your fluttering hole, the action causing you to cry out as he teased your overstimulated sex, “‘m sorry, you just look so pretty like this.”

He flopped down beside you as you felt his cock soft against your thigh, leaving lines of your slick against your skin as he pulled your body against his.

“Shall I run you a bath?” He whispered, pressing a soft kiss to your forehead.

“Mmm, in a little.” You gave him a small smile, “Can we just lie here for a bit?”

“Course, baby.” He held you against his firm body as his fingers continued drawing absentminded patterns on your skin.

“Did you think we’d ever meet?” You asked softly, staring up at the ceiling.

“I wanted to,” He rasped, stroking your hair gently as you lay together basking in the afterglow, “But I wasn’t sure if we ever would.”

“I’m glad we did,” You smiled softly, leaning into his touch as he pressed warm lips against your temple.

“Me too, princess.” He whispered against your skin, “Me too.”

“Katsuki,” You mumbled, feeling the man beside you becoming drowsy as his breath became shallow.

“Hmm,” He replied softly, exhaling through his nose.

“What are we?” You tried to find the right words to use, “You know- after everything.”

“What do ya mean, princess?” He raised a brow in question as you paused.

“I mean-” You took a deep breath before answering, “What would you call our relationship right now?”

“You’re my girlfriend,” He replied as though it was the most simple question in the world.

“Girlfriend?” Butterflies fluttered around your heart at his admission, unable to hide the grin on your face.

“Yeah, unless you don’t wanna be?” He opened his eyes slightly to see your reaction.

“No, I wanna be.” You smiled softly, “I was just worried that-”

“What? That we’d do this and I’d let things go back to how they were before?” You smiled as he took your cheek in one of his large palms, meeting your gaze, “I just got ya, you think I’m letting you go that easy?”

You smiled at his reaction, leaning forward to place a soft kiss against his lips as you felt his grip around you tighten.

“I mean someone’s gotta look after you,” He pulled you tighter into his arms, “Your weapon of choice is a scythe.”

“Hey,” You tried to move out of his grip, but his hold was too strong as you struggled beneath him. Both muscular arms locking you in place as he let out a husky laugh, “I could beat your ass any day.”

“Yeah, yeah. Sweetheart. I’ll hold you to it, you wait.” He snuggled back against his pillow, “I’m no match for you.”

“You talk the big talk, Dynamight.” You laughed when he shot you a glare, “Promising me dinner and instead you took me to bed.”

“Hey, if someone hadn’t jumped me in the kitchen we would’ve been enjoying my food right now.”

“I didn’t jump you.” Your mouth opened in mock offence, gasping at him, “You were the one that started it.”

“I was just trying to make you dinner,” He shook his head, “Anyway, we already know I’m the one that’s gonna be cooking since you can’t cook for shit, sweetheart.”

“Hey,” You furrowed your brows as you poked his side, “I can too.”

“Ramen packets don’t count,” He scrunched his nose, moving a hand to squeeze your hip.

“Pfft, after I beat your ass in Equilibrium, I’m gonna make you the best meal you’ve ever eaten.”

“I’ll believe it when I see it, princess.”

“To your right,” Bakugou’s voice cried out from your headset as you squealed in surprise, button smashing as you tried to avoid the mountain troll that was coming towards you, “Fuck-”

“A bit more warning next time, maybe?” You shouted back, your character ducking as the troll swung his bat towards you. Brandishing your scythe as you lunged forward, chancing a swipe at it.

“Oi, I fuckin’ told ya, didn’t I?” He rasped, “What more do you want from me?”

“Maybe some support?” You yelled back.

“I can’t save your ass every fuckin’ time sweetheart.” He took out a potion to refill his own stamina, just as he saw your avatar run straight by him brandishing your scythe, “What the fuck are you doin’?!”

He watched as your avatar jumped directly towards the troll, spinning in a circle as the blade of your scythe flew out. Barely able to move his own avatar back in time before the force of your swing hit its target. Knocking directly into its middle as the beast fell backwards.

The blue ‘VICTORY’ splash screen illuminated as you pumped a fist in the air, dancing in your chair as the game showed your rewards and achievements unlocked.

“Did you do that on purpose?” Bakugou pulled his headphones off as he dumped them onto his desk, swivelling his chair to face you, “I thought you were gonna get us both killed-”

“I just like keeping you on your toes,” You spoke back, keeping your headphones on as you kept your focus on the game.

“Think it’s about time I found a new gaming partner,” He shook his head, “One that doesn’t have a death wish.”

“You’d never replace me,” You smiled, swirling in your chair to face him as he stood, walking towards you.

Your own gaming set-up now takes pride of place inside his apartment, not long after meeting Bakugou had asked you to move in with him. One look around your apartment by the coast he’d already decided the best part about it was the view, and there was no way he was allowing you to stay there a moment longer.

“I dunno, maybe I could find someone that picks a better weapon than a fuckin’ scythe.” He sneered playfully.

“My boyfriends so mean,” You pouted as he pulled your pink kitten headphones down off your ears, letting them sit around your neck as he held the handles of your gaming chair, unable to resist stealing a kiss as he bent down to your level.

“Yeah, yeah.” He rolled his eyes, “You love me, don’t lie.”

“Yeah,” You breathed, staring up at him, “I really do.”

“Tch, I love you too. Shitty woman.”

After moving to Musutafu, Equilibrium had been a great distraction from your less than perfect reality. Helping you to avoid those lonely, isolating moments of life that you despised. Creating your own online world where you could be yourself without the doubts and insecurities that life would often throw at you, giving you a moment to be yourself and find happiness in this virtual world.

It had also helped you find the love of your life, the man who was now the reason you no longer needed the same distractions. Spending more time in the real world with him now instead of world-building online with your avatars. You both still enjoyed the time when you could log into the game together, those moments online together were a welcome distraction from the stresses of life. But you much preferred your new reality— Because now you’d found your happiness in Bakugou Katsuki.

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Pairing: Bakugou x reader Genre: Smut, 18+, Mafia AU Trope: Woke up married Dialogue Prompt: “Aren’t we supposed to be working?”  Warnings: overdosing on cold medicine, mixing cold medicine with alcohol, dub-con, mentions of sex while unconscious, vomiting Word Count: 4,480

This is my contribution to this month’s bnharem collab. I was so happy when I spun the roulette wheel and it landed on my favorite au, the mafia au. I hope you all enjoy and make sure to check out everyone else’s contributions here. Also a big thanks to @doinmybesthere​ for being my beta reader and putting so much work into creating the master list for this collab.

“A fever? Are you fucking kidding me?”

You winced at the voice coming out of your phone. You were curled up in bed, a heavy futon draped over your achey, chilled body. “I’m really sorry,” you croaked into the receiver. “I can’t get out of bed; there’s no way I’ll be able to come into work today.”

“You know how important tonight’s meeting is.”

You could feel the fire in the eyes of your underboss as he spat at you about how important tonight’s festivities were. You couldn’t care less. You hated the guy, but more importantly you hated your father for getting you in this mess.

A debt needed to be paid and your family couldn’t afford to take out a second mortgage on the house. So your father, as smart as he thought he was, went to the nicest restaurant on the far side of town where the boss of one of the most dangerous mobs in the city stationed his office.

A debt for a debt. That’s what he told you as he came home smiling with a big check in his wallet. No one in your family knew where he got the money, but he seemed confident enough that he’d be able to pay it back.

A month went by and one day, three scary men knocked on your apartment door. They said they were there to “collect”.

You were terrified. You thought they were there to rob you, to take the money you had been saving in a rainy-day fund. But no, they came to collect you. Now, it’s been four months and you’re still stuck doing odd jobs for them--grocery and coffee runs as well as spending reports and other money related things you are less than qualified to do.

You hate your job. You hate having to put up with the unorthodox hours and the unsavory jobs and the complaints about your work ethic and the having to do it over again because you didn’t do it right the first time. You want out. If you weren’t positive that if you left they would be able to hunt you down, you would have fled the country by now.

But your father’s debt still hasn’t been paid.

“Look,” you pleaded. “I can come in tomorrow and work double my usual time. Please, Kirishima-san, I just need the day to rest.”

“Not a chance. You’re coming in today and that’s final. If you don’t, well, then maybe we need to take an extra payment from your parents.”

Before you could even process what he just said, he hung up the phone.

Another payment from your parents. You couldn’t possibly let them take any more from your family. With a new threat looming over your head, you mustered up enough strength to push off of your futon and get dressed for the clients’ dinner.

By the time it was 7:00 in the evening, you had taken a large swig of cold medicine and were ready to spend the night serving these criminals.

Outside of the restaurant, two bodyguards were stationed at the front door and one at the back entrance. All three of them were dressed in black from head to toe. You, on the other hand, were tasked with serving your boss’s clients, so your outfit differed from theirs.

You were dressed in attire suited for waiting tables. Black slacks stretch across your legs and your pristine shirt was smoothed against your body. A tight black vest clung to your chest and pressed against your boobs, squishing them together. If it weren’t for the fever, chills, and headache, you would look like you belonged with this crowd of criminals.

You flashed your ID to the guard at the back door and he nodded you in. Your eyes had to adjust to the fluorescent kitchen lighting, but once they did you saw how busy everyone was. It truly was one of the most important nights for your boss, so you understood why you were needed. Still, this night would truly take the most out of you.

“Oi, (L/n),” one of your boss’s associates called for you. “Take these to table four. I’ve been covering your ass for the last twenty minutes.”

“Of course, Kaminari-san.” You bowed your head and skirted over to the table where two well-dressed men spoke with one another in a hushed tone. You placed their meals in front of them and bowed your head.

“Wait,” one of them called as you began to walk away. “I asked for a Jasmine tea. This is Sencha.”

“Yeah,” the other one piped up. “And I asked for a Sencha tea and this is Jasmine.”

You wanted to scream. You wanted to yell into the abyss and slap those men across the face. But of course all you did was bow in apology and take the cups back. Kirishima’s words to you over the phone rang loud and clear in your mind.

“Anything they need, you get it for them. These are important people the boss works with and we can’t have idiots like you messing this up for us.”

The men smirked at you and as you turned around to grab their “correct orders,” the man who ordered the Jasmine tea leaned over to leave a hard, painful smack across your ass.

You froze but didn’t say anything and walked away.

It was still early in the night but you had run yourself thin. You needed to sit down or to at least take a sip of water, but there was no room for breaks as you bounced from table to table getting the people what they wanted. You had even left the venue a couple times to retrieve items like the proper creamer one client required in their coffee.

Your throat was so sore and dry and it was aching for a break. Your entire body was aching for a break. But as you saw someone sitting at one of the tables raise her hand to wave you over, you had to put all of your aches aside to tend to her needs.

“Good evening, ma’am.” You bowed your head. “How may I assist you?”

A small smile was on her dark red painted lips. She seemed to be searching for something as she eyed you up and down. “Do you happen to know when Bakugou-san will be joining us?”

Bakugou-san… Were you supposed to know who that is? You had never heard the name before, although you knew your boss had many ties throughout the district. It could be one of them.

“I’m not sure,” you answered honestly. “I could ask my supervisors if they happen to know.”

She waited a moment. She seemed to be searching for something in your expression. “That’s all right. You may go back to work now.”

You bowed and thanked her.

Bakugou-san.

The name did sound familiar, but you’re not sure where you could have heard it. It wasn’t until you were deep in thought, trying to recall where you had heard the name, that you could feel something pushing up against your throat. Oh god. Your stomach was churning.

You ran to the bathroom, pushing someone out of the way to get there. You’d probably hear an earful from Kirishima for pushing a guest, but you needed to find a toilet before--

Oh no.

You barely made it into the stall before emptying the contents of your stomach onto the white tiles of the bathroom floor. Your legs collapsed from under you and you kneeled in your vomit as you coughed up your stomach lining into the porcelain bowl.

Tears fell from your eyes as you struggled to breathe while hacking everything you had into the toilet. The black eyeliner you threw on before leaving the house had smudged into raccoon eyes around your lashes.

You rested your cheek against the toilet, ignoring all of the germs that were most likely crawling up your skin and into your pores. The toilet seat felt cool against your burning cheek and watering eyes. You thought you could die happily here, kneeling on the bathroom tiles in a pile of your slowly cooling vomit.

“Aren’t we supposed to be working here?”

Your eyes shot open, and in trying to stand up you slipped. Your ass landed in the smeared vomit. You winced and let out a drawn out, “fuuuck.”

It took you a moment before opening your eyes again and looking up at the man in front of you. And boy did your eyes widen. He was clearly a guest at the clients’ dinner. His blonde hair was slicked back and the bulge of his muscles under his crisp black button down didn’t go unnoticed by you. His sleeves were rolled up, revealing his forearms and as he crossed his arms over his chest, his sleeves began to tighten.

“Who the hell are you and why are you puking on the floor?”

It took you a second to find your voice. “I’m, um...” you trailed off. “(L/n), sir.” You cleared your throat. “I am a worker for the person hosting this dinner.” You tried to stand up and bow, but he put a hand up to stop you.

“You work for them.” It was a statement not a question, but you nodded anyway. “Why? What do you owe?”

You’re not sure why he was asking, but his intimidating glare compelled you to answer his every question. “My dad owes them money,” you admitted. “And he wasn’t able to pay them back.”

“Who do you mean by them?”

You weren’t sure how to answer. You didn’t even know what these people did. For all you knew they were drug mules or assassins. You never wanted to know what they did when you were roped in. After all, the less you knew meant you could have more of a normal life. “The boss,” you finally answered. Who the boss was, you weren’t sure. You answered to Kirishima but he didn’t have much power aside from ordering around you and every other person unfortunate enough to be roped into working for them.

The man in front of you scoffed. “Get up.”

You scrambled to your feet, ignoring the wave of nausea that hit you. The man led you out of the bathroom, and as you walked behind him, people who passed the two of you stopped and stared. Oh no, it had to be from the vomit stains on your leg and down your shirt. You probably stank to high hell and your eyes wouldn’t stop watering from your fever.

The man stopped and you had to keep from bumping into him. “There’s an extra work shirt in the closet,” he said. “There should also be some slacks in there. Leave your dirty clothes in a pile and I’ll have someone collect them.”

His voice was demanding and it took you a moment to register what he said. It wasn’t until he snapped in your face that you moved.

“We don’t have all day, princess.”

You flinched and nodded before scurrying into the closet and flicking the light on. Inside the closet was the restaurant’s sad excuse for a boiler room. The low humming from the machinery brought you back into the present as you searched for the change of clothes you were promised.

There was a crisp white shirt folded on one of the shelves as well as a few different slacks in varying sizes. The shirt was a size too small, so you had to leave the first couple buttons popped open. Before leaving the closet, you tried to think about who the man was and why he was helping you. Was it possible that he wanted something in return?

When you emerged from the closet, he looked you up and down. You were too tired, however, to notice his lingering glare on your chest and the way the button down squeezed your breasts closer together.

“Thank you,” you mumbled, looking down at your shoes. You’re not sure why you were too scared to look into his vermillion eyes, but the way he called you princess earlier as he snapped at you had definitely made you tremble in your core, and you swore that if you looked up to meet his eyes, your fever would only go higher and higher.

“Why the hell’d you come here if you were sick anyway? Are you trying to poison everyone in the damn building?” His words were like little bullets that shot at every one of your doubts of coming in tonight.

You thought back to why you had come in the first place. You were huddled up in your futon that morning when Kirishima called. You begged to stay home, right? But you couldn’t. You squinted hard as you tried to remember why you weren’t allowed to rest. “I was threatened,” you thought out loud. It wasn’t directed towards the man but he nodded in any case.

“(L/n) was it, right?”

You finally managed to look up at him with bleary eyes. “Yeah, um...” You couldn’t seem to remember what his name was. Wait, he hadn’t told you. He had just led you around and given you new clothes, but he never properly introduced himself.

“Bakugou Katsuki,” he said as if he could read your mind. His lips turned up into a smirk. “But call me Katsuki.”

“Katsuki,” you mumbled. “Bakugou Katsuki.” You had heard that name before, but where. “Bakugou,” you mumbled again as if you were trying to put the pieces of a puzzle together. “Bakugou-san.”

He quirked an eyebrow up at you.

“Oh!” It hit you like a ton of bricks and as soon as you shot up, you had to recoil because of the ache in the back of your neck. “There’s a woman looking for you, Bakugou-san, er, Katuki,” you bowed.

He just chuckled. “There’s a lot of people looking for me tonight. Who was it?”

That’s a good question. You squinted as if you were looking deep into your memories to remember who it was who asked for him. “She was a woman,” you remembered. “With long dark hair and dark red lips.”

Katsuki nodded. “I see the Yaoyorozus are here.”

The Yaoyorozus. You weren’t sure what that could mean but you didn’t feel like questioning it, so you nodded instead.

Katsuki was looking down at you. His arms were crossed over his chest but a smirk that had been playing across his face all night wouldn’t seem to go away. “Feeling better?”

You didn’t feel better. Although you felt cleaner in the new clothes, there was still a throbbing in your head that wasn’t going away and the overhead lights made your eyes water. But the way that Katsuki looked at you like he was expecting you to say yes just drew you in.

He could tell that the way you nodded a yes in response to his question was a lie, and his face fell before pushing a hand up to your forehead, checking your temperature. “Have you taken anything today?”

You had to think back to earlier that day when you brought the bottle of cold medicine up to your lips, not even reading the recommended dose before downing what you could and leaving your home. “Yeah, um, I took some medicine.”

The grin that had been spread across Katsuki’s face returned. “Well I guess we’ll have to get you some more.”

He grabbed your wrist and led you through the halls and over to the bar. You didn’t pay attention to where you were going. The world seemed to be going too fast for you to keep up. What you were able to notice was that everyone’s eyes were on you as you gently swayed back and forth, trying to settle yourself down. As you were in your own head, you couldn’t start to picture what everyone else saw when they looked at you. You with your raccoon eyes due to streaky makeup that you couldn’t stop rubbing.

“Here.” Katsuki shoved a glass in your face. “Not necessarily traditional medicine but it’ll get the job done.”

You looked up at the whiskey glass in his hand. The ‘medicine’ was a deep brown color which swirled around as he handed it to you. Your fingers brushed against his thick ones as you took the glass. You lifted it up to your nose and took a deep breath in, gagging at the smell. “Um, I don’t think I should.” You had been warned about mixing alcohol with drugs and the dangers that came with it, but no one had ever told you not to mix drinks with cold medicine. Still, that couldn’t be right, right?

“Come on, it’s good for you,” he egged you on. “Besides, it’ll get that nasty taste out of your mouth.”

You had never tried whiskey before. You were used to lighter drinks, something bubbly with a shot of vodka or two in it. But this was almost too much. You lifted the glass up to your lips and tilted it back. Your lips stung as they made contact with the drink, but you didn’t want to seem weak to Katsuki. He’d taken care of you so far and seemed pleasant enough, albeit intimidating.

As you tipped it back further and took more of the drink into your mouth, Katsuki pushed his hand against the bottom of the glass so you couldn’t tear it away, making sure you would drink every last drop. It stung going down and the cubes pressing against your lip were colder than you expected. You gagged as a couple loose tears rolled down your face from the drink’s burning sensation. You bet you looked even more of a mess now.

“Good girl,” Katsuki said with a low demeanor. With his thumb, he wiped away a drop of whiskey that rolled down your chin.

“And this’ll make me feel better?” You didn’t think you were supposed to drink when you were sick, but you were far too tired to even think about what was wrong and what was right. If he said that it’d make you feel better, then that had to be a good thing. You’re sure of it.

“Sure will.” He placed a firm, calloused hand on your head and stroked down your hair. You nuzzled into his warmth.

It was such a nice sensation that it almost made you forget that you were supposed to be working. That there were people waiting on you to bring them their food and fetch their creamer, people who were ready to slap your ass and laugh as soon as you turned away.

“I have a,” you started, not really sure where that sentence was going. “I have to go back to work.”

As you began walking away, Katsuki stopped you, pulling you back over so your face was practically pressed up against his chest. “No you don’t. You’re sick, remember?”

Right, as if you hadn’t forgotten. But he was right. You were sick and your medicine hadn’t kicked in yet. You couldn’t risk spreading your germs and getting anyone else sick.

You watched the dinner guests from afar. You leaned in to hear conversations about hitmen and other rivaling mobs around town. Some were about money laundering and clients that needed to be taken out, whatever that meant.

At one point, someone asked to pull Katsuki aside and talk alone, but instead he just pulled you closer.

“The hell do you want, Yoarashi?”

Yoarashi was a big guy, bigger than Katsuki, but it was clear even to you that he was intimidated by the blonde in front of him.

“You owe me for what I let you borrow last month.”

“I don’t owe you shit.”

To you, they sounded like they were underwater and you weren’t sure what they were discussing, but you were curious to learn more.

“Come on, Bakugou. Work with me here.”

“I’m a busy man, Yoarashi. Now get out of my face before I have my men take care of you.”

Something about the raw power and the threatening tone behind Katsuki’s voice made you excited. You wanted to melt into his words, but you weren’t sure why.

“Busy man?” Yoarashi scoffed. “Come on, Bakugou. You’ve barely been seen all night. Where have you been, fucking this little lackey of yours?”

He didn’t mean you, did he? Before you could even comprehend what he just insinuated, Katsuki turned you around and pressed your face up against his chest. You could feel yourself growing even hotter as you were pushed into one of his pectorals. One of his hands cupped the back of your head. Was he protecting you?

“Listen here,” you heard him say. “Don’t contact us ever again unless you want to end up like your first boss did. I can make your life a living hell and I will, got that?”

“Don’t think I don’t have other contacts, all right? You aren’t the only one in this town with resources, Bakugou.”

You felt something jab into the other side of Katsuki’s chest. Did Yoarashi hit him? A few seconds went by before you heard the snapping of fingers and two men came over to drag Yoarashi away.

Katsuki released the hold he had on you, and you watched as the tall man struggled out of his hold. “You aren’t gonna tell anyone what you saw here tonight, right princess?”

You shook your head. You weren’t sure what exactly you felt when you saw that man being dragged away. You were scared, of course; scared for your own life and of the raw power that Katsuki seemed to hold. But on top of fear there was something else. There was a tingle between your thighs that wouldn’t seem to go away, and there was also a sense of excitement. Out of all the people here, this man was paying attention to you. You were far from Mafia material, but he clearly saw something in you and you wanted more of his gaze lingering on you.

Your mind felt hazy with Katsuki and you wanted even more. You didn’t know what to do when you felt him smooth his hand down your back. You didn’t know what to do when his usual smirk turned into something much more dangerous. And you didn’t know what to do when he leaned over and pressed his lips against your own.

His lips felt heavenly as they explored you. They were soft and welcoming despite his cold and dangerous exterior. His tongue probed its way into your mouth. He tasted like whiskey and something else which you assumed was just him. He bit your lip and it felt like he smiled when you let out a moan.

When he released, you felt as if the whole world was spinning with Katsuki. You wobbled around a bit and he chuckled. You tried asking if you could sit down, but the words refused to come out. The last thing you remember is seeing the world go black, the sound of the clients’ dinner fading out of earshot, and two strong arms carrying you away from reality.

You were in pain by the time you woke up. Your body, especially your head, ached tremendously and you wished the sun would stop shining so bright through your window. But wait, the window in your bedroom at your apartment faced another building. The sun never shined too bright in the morning when you were at home.

Slowly, you peaked your head out from under the covers and looked around. You weren’t in your bedroom, but you were in a bedroom. The bed you had been asleep in was enormous, but aside from that there was not much else furniture in the room or even any pictures to signify who the room could belong to.

It wasn’t until you sat up that you realized just how exposed you were under the covers. You couldn’t find your clothing anywhere. What were you even wearing last night? Where were you last night?

You remembered being sick and being called into work by Kirishima. You were stressed. You were nauseous. There was a beautiful woman who asked for someone in particular but you were too sick to remember what their name was, right?

And then you raced to the bathroom and met--

A groan from beside you shook you out of your thoughts, and as soon as you saw the person lying in bed next to you, all of your memories came flooding back.

“Morning, baby girl,” Katsuki said.

You didn’t know what to say. Your mouth hung open and you felt lightheaded.

Katsuki was shirtless under the covers and you were too scared to ask if he had anything on covering his lower half. “You put on quite the show last night.”

Last night. Where you met him. What did you do last night? “I...” You didn’t know what to say, and that made Katsuki let out a booming laugh.

“Come on, you remember at least a little of it don’t you?”

You shook your head. Then you shook your head again. You couldn’t stop shaking your head.

Katsuki put a hand on your shoulder and you stopped. He had a shit eating grin spread across his face that you wanted to both punch and kiss at the same time. “First throwing up at my party and then getting blackout drunk in front of all my guests.”

“What?” You could barely remember anything. What did he mean ‘his party’? The clients’ dinner was run by…

Your eyes widened as you realized just who you had found yourself naked in bed with. Who had found you puking on the bathroom floor. Who that stunningly gorgeous woman was asking for earlier.

You clamped a hand over your mouth and Katsuki let out another chuckle. “You really were the life of the party.” He grabbed your wrist and dragged you over to his side of the bed, and you let him. He dragged his hand up and down your exposed body and roughly cupped your sex. “I had a blast toying around with you last night, but now I want you to be able to remember what it feels like when I bury my cock inside of you, sweetheart.”

You hated the way he was grabbing you and the way he forced your legs to open up for him, but what you hated more than any of that was the way his words made your inner thighs ache and how they instinctively parted just for him.

You turned away as he leaned down to smother your chest with rough kisses, and as you looked over to your left hand, you couldn’t help but notice a diamond ring that wasn’t there the night before.

[kingexpl0sionmurder]

Everything I Wanted - Kaminari Denki x Reader

Author: @kingexpl0sionmurder Pairing: Kaminari Denki x Reader, mentioned Shinsou x Monoma Rating: 16+ (Fluff) Words: 2,747 Warnings: Cursing and there's a one-off joke about kinks. Also, I quote a bunch of movies, so I don't take credit for any of that stuff.

AN: Hi I'm still alive! Here is my piece for this month's BNHarem collab! I will be linking the masterlist below, so make sure you check out some of the other pieces from this!

Shout out to @unbreakablekiribaku and @sailorsero for their help with the concept, we were just talking about how Kaminari would make some kind of ridiculous grand gesture as a confession like Heath Ledger in 10 Things I Hate About You and this happened.

I hope you all have a very happy Valentine's day! xoxox Collab Masterlist My Masterlist My KoFi

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“Why won’t you believe me?”

Sighing, you stopped, turning to look at him and crossing your arms over your chest. “The reason that I don’t believe you, Kaminari, is because you’re a liar.”

“Am not!” His blonde eyebrows flew up under his fringe as he looked back at you in disbelief. Placing a hand on his chest, he scoffed. “I am offended that you’d even say that.”

Shrugging, you turned around and started walking again. “We’ve been friends for years, Denki. I know you better than anyone else, save for maybe Shinsou, and I know how you are when it comes to women.”

“People change!” He called out from behind you, seemingly done with following you. “I’m going to prove it to you!”

Waving your hand in the air, you didn’t bother turning again, keeping your pace steady as you made your way home. You tried not to think about Denki, and how he’d dropped this giant bombshell on you out of nowhere. He was making it up anyway, just saying it because he felt bad for you. There was no other reason.

Because after almost 10 years of friendship, of pining for the one boy you were almost one hundred percent sure you could never have, there was absolutely no way that he could feel the same for you.

Right?

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Three entire days later, you were beginning to question every life choice you had ever made that had brought you to this moment. Namely, the ones that had caused you to be introduced to Denki Kaminari.

“I think it’s really sweet,” Ashido giggled, “If not a little over the top. Overall, that’s our Kami.”

“Your Kami? You can fucking have him, please take him.” You groaned, standing up and pacing slightly in the nearly empty bar. “If I get one more cheesy message from this man I am going to go insane.”

Jirou sighed from the barstool beside you. “He’s a little eccentric, but he means well.”

“No, he’s full of it. I don’t believe for a second that he has any romantic feelings for me. He’s just taking a joke way too far, as usual.”

Shinsou cleared his throat. “I don’t think he’d be that cruel, Y/N.”

“I mean, no, you’re right.” You collapsed back in your chair, looking at your perpetually sleepy friend dejectedly. “But just last week he was obsessed with that girl at the hospital, what’s her name?”

“Joy!” Sero supplied helpfully. “Her name is Joy and she’s a nurse, so Kami was going ape shit because, you know, Pokemon.”

You could feel a headache coming, the pain settling right behind your eyeballs. “And before her, there was-”

“The girl at the animal shelter?” Jirou patted your shoulder.

“That waiter at the restaurant by the agency!” Ashido chimed in.

“Shinsou!” Sero added, and the four of you all turned to look at the purple-haired man in question.

“Whoa, don’t look at me like that. I let him down easy, remember?” His hands were up in surrender, eyes wide. “He’s a little too chaotic for my tastes.”

“You say that, but you’re also talking to Monoma.” Sero snorted. “Kind of a contradiction.”

Clearing your throat, you brought the conversation back to the matter at hand. “So, that brings me to my point. How can he go from having a new obsession every other week to suddenly declaring his undying love for me? How am I supposed to believe him when all the things that I know about him say that he’ll be moving on in a few days and finding someone else to be in love with?”

Mina opened her mouth to reply but was cut off by the music playing in the bar suddenly going quiet.

There was some shuffling, and some microphone feedback, and then an unmistakable voice rang out through the room.

“You’re just too good to be true, can’t take my eyes off of you.”

“Dear lord,” Jirou muttered.

“You’d be like heaven to touch, I want to hold you so much.”

“No way…” Sero trailed off, shaking his head.

“At long last love has arrived, and I thank God I’m alive,”

You found yourself looking around for the source of the voice, feeling exasperated already. Denki appeared a few moments later, standing on the tiny stage that was set up in the corner, pushing his blonde hair back as he sang into the microphone in his hand.

His eyes locked with yours as he sang the next line.

“You’re just too good to be true, can’t take my eyes off of you.”

“Nope, I’m not doing this.” You stood up and grabbed your bag just as the song picked up over the speakers, brass horns blaring as Denki stepped off the stage and started towards you. “He’s out of his goddamn mind.”

“Where are you going?” Shinsou asked, frowning. “He obviously put a lot of work into this.”

“If he thinks this is going to change my mind about him, he doesn’t know me at all.” Shaking your head, you turned away from your friends, darting for the door before Denki could reach you.

The music cut before you left, and you heard Denki let out a sigh into the mic. “How come it worked when Heath Ledger did it?”

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“How are you holding up?” Shinsou asked from across the table, his hands wrapped around the cat mug you reserved for him when he came over, your strongest dark roast inside.

You were curled up in a chair opposite him, wearing your favorite sweatpants and an oversized hoodie, keeping your hands warm with your own mug. “I had to silence my phone, Hitoshi.”

“That bad?”

“He’s been sending every cheesy rom-com confession he can think of via text.” You slid your phone across the table so he could see.

Snorting, he read a few out loud;

“You had me at hello.”

“Is that from Jerry Maguire?”

You nodded.

“I came here tonight because when you realize you want to spend the rest of your life with somebody, you want the rest of your life to start as soon as possible.”

He looked up at you. “Where’s that one from?”

“When Harry Met Sally.” You groaned. “I told him to stop and he just kept saying “As you wish” like in The Princess Bride. Then he started to send me that one from Chasing Amy-”

“How though? That situation doesn’t even apply here.” Shinsou looked back down at the device and scrolled back, snorting when he found it.

“I love you. And not in a friendly way, although I think we're great friends. And not in a misplaced affection, puppy-dog way, although I'm sure that's what you'll call it. And it's not because you're unattainable. I love you. Very simple, very truly. You're the epitome of every attribute and quality I've ever looked for in another person. I know you think of me as just a friend, and crossing that line is the furthest thing from an option you'd ever consider. But I had to say it. I can't take this anymore. I can't stand next to you without wanting to hold you. I can't look into your eyes without feeling that longing you only read about in trashy romance novels. I can't talk to you without wanting to express my love for everything you are.”

“He cut out the part about her being a lesbian.” You waved your hand, moving on. “What am I supposed to do, Shinsou?”

“Why don’t you hear him out? I’m pretty sure he’s serious about this for once. I don’t think this is some elaborate joke or plan, it genuinely seems like he’s finally got his head out of his ass.”

Your gaze was fixed on the mug in your hand as he continued.

“It’s no secret, at least to me, that you’ve been crazy about him since the beginning. Maybe he’s finally realized that what he’s been looking for with all these other people has been right in front of him all along.”

“You sound like you’re in a rom-com now.”

Shinsou shrugged and looked off to the side like he was on an episode of the Office and talking to the camera. “Maybe this is a rom-com.”

Groaning, you let your head fall back. “Okay, fine. So let’s say I give him a shot. What if he fucks it up?”

“Then I fuck him up. But I really doubt it will come to that.”

Picturing Shinsou beating the snot out of Kaminari made you pause for a second. “I’d pay to see it.”

“Look, I know he’s kind of…unconventional?”

You giggled. “That’s a nice way to say he’s bat shit crazy, but go on.”

Before he could open his mouth, heavy bass started blasting from somewhere outside, the volume rattling windows and reverberating through the floors.

“I said certified freak, seven days a week,”

Eyebrows raised, Shinsou put down his coffee mug and stood, walking towards the front of the house. “What the hell is that?”

“Is that.WAP?” You covered your face with your hands. “Please tell me-”

Peeking out the living room window, your friend sighed, looking amused. “Oh, this is good.”

“Is it-” If this was Denki-

“Yes.”

Good God, you needed a drink. “Are you sure I should do this?”

“If you want him to stop blasting that song for the whole neighborhood to hear, then I would say yes.” Shinsou gave you a look.

“At least it’s the censored version.” You stood as well, abandoning your mug and walking to the window to look outside too. “It’s very on-brand for him, isn’t it?”

“If he’d picked any other song I would have been worried.” Sighing, he crossed his arms over his chest.

Denki was standing in front of his car, a large Bluetooth speaker in his hands. He was holding it above his head, and looked much like a modern-day Lloyd Dobler, as he played you the song of his people. (His people being meme edge lords and TikTok enthusiasts, of course.)

“God, I want to punch him, but also kiss him. I’m conflicted.” Biting your lip, you looked back at your friend.

“Punch him and then kiss it better?”

Rolling your eyes at his suggestion, you turned back to the window, watching Denki sweat a little at your lack of response to his ‘romantic gesture’. “How do you put up with an annoying blonde?”

“Duct tape.” You didn’t have to turn around to see the exasperated look on his face. He was used to you pestering him about his relationship with Neito Monoma.

“I don’t need to know about your kinks, Shinsou.” Grinning, you elbowed him teasingly.

“Would you stop talking to me and go out there? The bass is doing my head in.” He shoved you lightly on the shoulder, pushing you towards the front door.

“Fine! I’m going.” Looking down at your outfit, you held up your hands and shrugged. “He gets what he gets, I’m not changing out of this.”

“I’m sure he couldn’t care less.” Shinsou put his hands over his ears. “Please, go make this stop, I’m going to die.”

You steeled yourself, walking to the front door and wrenching it open. “Denki Kaminari, if you don’t shut that shit off-”

The music cut off as soon as he saw you. “I was starting to wonder if you were even home.” He looked sheepish as he put the speaker down on the hood of his car and walked towards you. “I was actually kind of waiting for the cops to come and take me away.”

That headache was coming back, so you closed your eyes and rubbed at your temples when you finally reached him in the driveway. “Denki, what are you doing out here?”

“Haven’t you ever seen Say Anything?” He wiggled his eyebrows, seemingly proud of his cinematic knowledge.

Shaking your head, you opened your eyes and crossed your arms over your chest. “Yes, but he played Peter Gabriel, and you’re out here blasting Cardi B to my entire neighborhood, and I doubt they appreciate hearing about your wet ass-”

Cutting you off, he winked. “But, if I’d played any other song it wouldn’t have been from me, you know?”

Exasperated, you let your head fall back, your gaze on the clouds in the sky. “Why do you keep on doing this? The song at the bar, all those movie quotes, your lame-ass attempt at Lloyd Dobler-”

“Hey! It’s not lame.” Denki looked affronted, and it was pretty cute, but you pressed on.

“If you’re trying to tell me you like me, then message received, but you doing a bunch of things from movies and sending me quotes doesn’t prove to me that you mean it.”

Your words seemed to finally hit home. Denki’s face fell and he looked contemplative. “I’ve been going about this all wrong, haven’t I?”

“I don’t want to say it’s wrong, but it’s been very elaborate, and kind of unnecessary.” You said gently, dropping your arms to your sides.

Taking a deep breath, the man in front of you seemed to steel himself, before locking eyes with you. “Look, Y/N. I…I’ve liked you since the moment I met you. It was scary, really, because I’ve never felt that way about anyone that quickly before. It was almost instant, you know? But I got it in my head that you could never feel the same way. I’m kind of a fuck up, right? Like, I have my shit together zero percent of the time, and you deserve someone who doesn’t eat ramen for breakfast or wears the same pair of jeans two days in a row because they’re still sort of clean.”

Listening to him talk about himself like that made you frown. “I don’t think you’re a fuck up, Denks.”

“I mean, I don’t have a nice house and a fancy car and-”

You stopped him in his tracks. “Why are you so convinced that shit like that matters to me?”

Realizing he might have fucked up, his eyes went wide. “I don’t mean- fuck, that’s not what I meant. What I mean is that I think that’s the type of person you deserve.”

“Don’t you think I should have a say in the type of person I want to date? Why do you get to decide that for me?” You weren’t angry at him, but this had gone on long enough. “Denki, listen to me. I’ve been crazy about you since we first met too, but you’ve always been someone that I assumed to be unobtainable.”

Sputtering, Denki gaped at you. “What? You thought? Me? Hello?”

Huffing a laugh out of your nose, you shook your head. “Yeah, I know. Insane, right?” You stepped a bit closer, looking down at your slippers. “I just mean, you’re so funny and charming, you’re a good person, and you’re always the center of attention. I’m not like that at all, and I never thought you’d want to be with someone like me.” You looked up through your lashes at him. “So I guess we both assumed wrong about the other, huh?”

Determination crossed his face, and the next thing you knew he was leaning in close, his hands resting on your cheeks. “You are everything I’ve ever wanted, and I was so convinced I could never have you, and I was so afraid to be honest with you that I made you think it was never possible. I am going to do everything I can to prove to you how much you mean to me.”

You felt your breath leave your body, and you held onto the front of his jacket for dear life, worried that you were dreaming. “Denki I-”

“This is the part of the movie where we kiss dramatically in your driveway and the camera pans up over the trees while an upbeat love song plays, right?” He grinned, his nose brushing against yours.

You closed your eyes. “Yes, but if you play WAP again I will never forgive you.”

Denki laughed and pulled back, and you watched as he took his phone out of his pocket and clicked on the screen. The opening notes from Peter Gabriel’s ‘In Your Eyes’ began to play from the speaker behind him. “Better?”

Tugging on the front of his jacket again, you pulled him back to you. “Much.”

Eyes closing once more, your lips met his.

[bakugotrashpanda]

Hawks x F!Reader, Bakugou x F!Reader Soulmate AU

Word Count: 5338

!!: cheating, sex, 18+, pregnancy

Check out the other collab pieces over here!

Government assigned soulmates that take personality and genetics into account. With a 90% success rate, what could go wrong?

The lights dim and a hush falls over the crowd. A giant monitor descends from the ceiling and a dated, cheesy informational video starts playing.

Welcome to Mustafa Prefecture, leader in cutting edge soulmate and fertility technology. With the declining birth rates worldwide, Mustafa Prefecture’s mandatory Soulmate Program implemented among 20-year-olds boasts an 90% successful conception rate within the first three years of being matched.

Because of the prefecture’s unprecedented growth rate, each couple is limited to one child, with the exception of twins or triplets. Couples may petition for additional children, and some are pre-approved upon matching to have multiple children. Beyond these doors is your future. Answer the questionnaire to the best of your ability and deposit your cheek swab when leaving. The future of Mustafa Prefecture looks bright in your hands.

Canned applause plays over the speakers and the lights in the rented gymnasium come up. All the other people around you start moving from their seats to file into their assigned testing area, some former classmates, others people who moved to the area.

“Aren’t you excited?” Mina gushes and loops her arm through yours, “In a week we get to find out who our soulmate is!”

“So excited,” you say unenthusiastically. Literally the last thing I want to deal with right now.

“Aw come on,” Mina pouts, “Aren’t you at least curious who it could be?”

Shouts come from one end of the gym, two men in suits redirect a familiar ash blond man.

“You can’t fucking make me!” Bakugou shouts.

“I know who I don’t want it to be,” you reply tartly. Mina follows your gaze to Bakugou as two more government agents strong-arm him into walking to his testing area.

“Oh, doesn’t he work in the lab with you?” Mina asks.

“We’re in different departments,” you sigh and watch your former classmate and co-valedictorian from university practically foams at the mouth about taking this damn test. Both of you raced to finish your degrees and naturally both of you tied. “He’s in the research and development part and I’m in production-”

“It’s all biochemical engineering, so like, same thing?” Mina scrunches her nose as you start to get into the nitty gritty of work. “Luckily you have the whole country to go through.”

“Yeah,” you say bitterly, not looking forward to the next three hours that will determine who you marry for life.

You follow the crowd like a zombie, walking into a classroom and sitting at your designated seat. A government agent stands at the front of the room, reading a welcome prompt and the instructions: take the test, get a cheek swab, and you’ll have your soulmate in 3-5 business days.

The desks illuminate and turn into giant touch screens. Taking a deep breath, you dive in.

“Could you fucking not?” you snap at Katsuki. He paces around the dining room, phone in one hand, tablet in another, and snags bites of food on the table when he’s not talking.

“What?” he snaps back at you after muting himself.

“Take your phone calls during breakfast?”

“I have a meeting with other branches in three different timezones,” he scowls, “I’d like to see you try to coordinate that.”

“We have an office you can use,” you point out, your irritation at his dig about lack of coordinating skills bubbling beneath the surface of your skin.

“Yeah?” he shouts, “Well I’m eating! Food stays out here!” You slam your fists on the table, ready to start the daily screaming match that you’re pretty sure could wake the whole neighborhood when the doorbell rings. When Katsuki makes no move to answer it, you stomp over and rip the door open,

“What?!” you snap. The mail delivery bot extends two metal arms; in one sits a tablet for you to sign for the mail, the other holds an official blue envelope from the government. The blood drains from your face and you hastily sign for your mail and rip it open. The mail bot rolls away and heads to its next stop.

Your heart leaps to your throat as you rip open the envelope. Your stomach twists and fills with dread as you read each word carefully.

“Katsuki,” you say and shut the door. When he doesn’t respond, you shout louder at him. “Katsuki!”

“What?!” he grits his teeth and whirls around to face you.

“Hang up.”

“Are you kidding me? I-”

“Reschedule,” you say eerily calmly and hold up the open blue envelope. “We got another letter.” The anger melts away and he hangs up without so much as a goodbye.

“What does it say?” he swallows thickly and walks over to you.

Your eyes scan the document a final time to make sure you read everything correctly. “The typical ‘you’ve been together for five years and there’s no kids, we notice you’ve been granted pre-authorization for multiple children, people would kill for that... Do your part.”

“Toss it,” Katsuki grouses and shuffles back towards the kitchen.

“They’re going to start more rigorous intervention methods if we don’t conceive.” You drop the bomb that stops him in his tracks.

“…They’re going to hold a trial,” Katsuki clarifies. Invasive trials that have couples spilling how often they have sex, what lifestyle changes they’ve made in order to conceive, what vices that could inhibit pregnancy they divulge in – anything and everything is fair game. The media eats it up, especially in a prefecture that boasts such a high success rate of its Soulmate Program. Any couple subjected to a trial never emerges the same, a sense of shame, failure, and scandal following them around forever.

Other prefectures and countries started implementing the program to combat population drops. Any problems in the city of origin are highly publicized.

“Yes. They’re sending an agent over in six months and if there’s no improvement, this agent will ‘recommend a course of action’.”

“Fuck,” Katsuki swears, his eyes close and brow furrows as he thinks.

“What are we going to do?” you ask. There’s the obvious answer of ‘fuck more’, but that hasn’t happened in… a while.

Garnet eyes pop open and regard you harshly. “You mean what are you going to do?”

“Excuse me?” you spit out, taken aback by his words.

“If we’re having fertility issues, it can’t be me,” he shakes his head, “So fix your shit and then we’ll give it a go.” Conversation concluded in his mind, he walks off.

“Are you serious?” you follow him fuming. “‘It can’t be you?’ I’m sorry, but have you followed every possible fucking conception program out there? Have you eliminated all alcohol and coffee and basically all junk food from your diet? Have you taken a cocktail of pills meant to increase fertility that taste like ass?” You list off every sacrifice you’ve made in the past three years once it became apparent that you and Katsuki were having trouble conceiving - all in the name of trying to bear children.

Katsuki walks back over to the kitchen table and grabs his tablet. Shoving readers on his face, he takes a long sip of his coffee all the while holding your gaze. “No.” You hold your breath and wait for him to elaborate. When it’s clear he’s not going to, you explode.

“No?” you shout, “That’s it? You’re not going to help me?”

“Why should I?” Katsuki sneers, “It’s not my body.” Unbelievable. Some soulmate he is. Angry tears prick your eyes. It’s not the first time an argument has ended this way, and it won’t be the last.

“You’re a fucking asshole,” you stomp to the front door and grab your wallet.

“Where are you going?” he calls after you. As if he actually cares where I’m going.

“To fix my shit!” you scream at the top of your lungs before slamming the door shut. The neighborhood is quiet - too quiet. As if everyone bore witness to another uncomfortable argument and we’re waiting for it all to be over. Not even a breeze rustles through the trees.

By ‘fix your shit’, you meant retail therapy on his credit card followed by an afternoon lamenting in the bar drinking and eating everything you gave up all in the name of a child you don’t have yet.

“I’m sorry, sweetie,” Mina’s voice sounds tinny through your phone, “But Ei got called in and our little one is sick right now.” In the background, you can hear a fussy baby crying. The joys of teething and being sick at the same time.

“That’s okay Mina,” you smile miserably and fight back tears. How could you forget that Mina’s kid was sick? It’s all she’s talked about for the past week. “We can catch up some other time.” You hold up your glass and silently ask the bartender for another drink while you listen to Mina spew apologies.

“I promise, we’ll get together soon! We have our interview for a second child permit coming up soon and it’s been so stressful,” Mina sighs. If you could, you would trade places with her. She has a loving husband who would do anything for her and an adorable child. Meanwhile, you’re in a bar in the middle of the day almost in tears because your asshole of a husband doesn’t seem to give two shits what happens to you.

“Take your time,” you hold back a sigh, “Your family is important. Tell Kiri I said ‘hi’.” Ending the call, you hold your drink up in front of your face. Looks like it’s just me and you.

“Sounds like you’re on your own?” a voice cuts in. Eyes narrowing at the intrusion, you glare at the stranger only a few seats down from you. His white long sleeve dress shirt is rolled up to his elbows, a black suit jacket draped over the back of his chair. Unruly, golden hair with matching sharp, golden eyes watch you. Unlike your husbands spiky, unmanageable hair, the stranger’s locks look soft.

“Who the fuck are you?” you snort.

“You can call me Hawks,” the man says, “Can I call you… tomorrow?”

“Smooth,” you say sarcastically and hold up your left hand, the golden band on your ring finger glinting in the light. “But unfortunately, my soulmate is still alive and all that jazz.”

“Well it sounds like you could use an ear,” he shrugs. As if he could understand any of the problems in your life.

“Hah!” you snort. That’s an understatement. An ear, a shoulder, literally anything so you’re not walking the tightrope of life on your own. “And what do you do for work that has you here in a bar in the middle of the afternoon?”

“I work for a secret branch of the government that tests DNA samples for potential soulmates and makes matches based on the outcomes of the potential offspring,” he says straight faced.

There’s a moment of silence before you burst out laughing. “Pfft, no really, what do you do?” you ask, “Do you work in one of those 9-5 corporations over in the Business District?”

“You caught me,” he gives you a cheesy smile, “But it made you laugh, didn’t it?”

“I guess it did,” you roll your eyes, “But no, you can’t call me tomorrow. I have work. And a husband.”

“As you’ve said before,” Hawks raises an eyebrow, “Is he the reason why you’re here?”

“And you caught me,” you sigh and slowly swirl your drink around in its glass before draining it.

“Can we get another round down here?” Hawks flags the bartender down. Before you can come up with a good reason why you shouldn’t have another drink, it appears before you and you drink it as if it’s the last drop of water on Earth.

“Whoa,” Hawks says, his golden eyes widening slightly, “Easy there.”

The warm elixir warms your throat. The lines of etiquette grow fuzzy as do your nerves.

“Let me tell you about my husband,” you slur and jab the bar harder than you intended. And then you proceed to fill Hawks in on the last five years of your marriage and subsequent conception issues.

“And I don’t want to do IVF,” you sway in your seat, “I don’t need people poking and prodding me down there. But does it matter what I want?” You lean against Hawks who, during your life’s story, has moved to the stool next to you. “Nooo- whoop!”

A strong arm wraps around your shoulder as you nearly fall off the barstool. Hawks helps you back into your seat, his hand resting on the small of your back before drifting back to his thigh. Blood rushes to your cheeks, and you’re pretty sure it’s not from the alcohol. How long has it been since Katsuki touched you like that? It’s been months since you and Katsuki had been… ‘sexually intimate’. His words, not yours. You don’t want to do the math on how long it’s been since your last date night.

“I don’t fucking get it. Why did I get paired up with him?!” you scowl, “He doesn’t care about me! The government keeps saying ‘you need to have kids, your window is closing soon, you’re one of the few couples approved to have multiple kids’ and NOTHING!” Tears prick your eyes and you’re seconds from having a full-blown cry session in the middle of this bar.

Hawks leans in and whispers conspiratorially, “Can I let you in on a secret a little birdie told me?”

“What?” you hiccup. The scent of a crisp fall breeze washes over you as Hawks holds a hand up to your ear, his breath sending shivers down your spine. You swear his lips brush against your skin, but the feeling is so fleeting that you’re not one hundred percent positive.

“Some matches aren’t true soulmates,” he murmurs.

“What?” you gasp and pull away from him as if he grew another head.

“Some people are paired together because their aptitude tests were high.” You stare at him dumbfounded. “What better way to ensure the future is in good hands than to have the best and brightest make those hands?”

Countless empty glasses litter the counter around you, the bartender somewhat using them to keep track of how many you’ve had, but that information sobers you up quickly. You straighten in your seat and stare at Hawks to see if he’s lying or not. When he doesn’t crack under your trademark ‘lie detector’ gaze, your heart leaps to your throat in dread.

“So… it’s all a lie?” you ask in a quiet voice, “I’m… I’m not supposed to be with Bakugou? Who am I supposed to be with then?”

“Chickadee,” Hawks says and runs a finger along your jaw, tilting your head towards him, “You’re drop dead gorgeous. You could be with whoever you wanted.”

Your head spins at the thought that the last five years of your life have been a lie. Five years of constant argument and walking on eggshells around each other. Five years of pretending everything is okay because the government paired you with an insufferable man. And it’s all false.

“I… I’ve never heard of soulmates dissolving their bonds,” you tip a glass onto its edge and spin it around your finger on the top of the bar. “All matches are final. No redos. And besides, I wouldn’t even know where to start looking for someone who’s available.”

“Bars are usually good places,” Hawks raises an eyebrow.

“It’s been a while,” you blurt out, “Since I’ve… been with anyone.” He must have sensed your hesitation, or maybe it was your eyes widening in panic that caused him to back up into his seat.

“I’m not saying you have to find someone today,” Hawks holds up his hands defensively, “But it’s food for thought.”

“What if I did?” you ask, “Want to do it? What would I even say?”

“Usually people ask for a phone number and strike up a conversation,” Hawks scratches his chin. You bite your lip, debating if you really want to go through with this.

Do you want to continue to be trapped in a loveless marriage? Even if what Hawks says about soulmates being made up is false, do you really want to spend the rest of your life with someone who makes you want to pull out your hair daily?

No. Fuck that.

You reach out and gently take hold of Hawks’ hand, bringing it closer to his phone. You press his thumb against the device and watch as the screen brightens and unlocks. Releasing his hand, you slide his phone over to you and open his contacts. Golden eyes silently watch you add your phone number before locking it and putting it back where it was.

“Then what?” you ask breathlessly. Flirting with an unmarried person was usually reserved for widowed soulmates who were lonely and wanted to spend the rest of their lives with someone – even if it wasn’t their perfect match.

“Well, typically they’ll meet up for drinks or coffee, go out for dinner or something.”

“And after that?” you lean in.

“Depends on how they’re both feeling.”

“What next?”

“If they’re both in the mood for it,” Hawks says, taking out his wallet and tossing a wad of cash onto the bar, “They may take a cab back to one of their places for…”

“Sex.”

A red tinge creeps up his cheeks and he chuckles. “To put it bluntly, yes.”

“So how are you feeling?” you purr and rest one hand on his knee. His eyes zero in on the contact and darken. Fearing you might have messed up, you start to pull back only for his hand to shoot out and capture yours.

“I feel like my place is close by,” he says, lifting your hand to his mouth. He presses a kiss into the palm of your hand before moving to your inner wrist and feathering his lips over the sensitive area.

“Then what are we still doing here?”

Hawks can’t keep his hands off you the whole taxi ride back to his place, but tries to keep his actions discreet. What starts as a hand on your knee rubbing circles around the joint turns into his hand firmly on your upper thigh turns into his pinky grazing the crotch of your pants, rubbing teasing strokes up and down while you can only sit there and try not to squirm.

Turns out he wasn’t lying; his apartment wasn’t that far away. With the fare paid, Hawks laces his fingers through yours and tugs you towards the elevators in a ten-story tall building. The doorman isn’t fazed to see either of you, and nods politely in Hawks’ direction. Waiting for the elevator to reach the ground floor feels like eternity.

The ding echoes through the empty lobby, and you nearly trip over your own feet to get in. Doors closed, Hawks’ lips capture your own. Your hands tangle in his hair, the cold paneling of the elevator pressed against your back. Strong fingers slip under your shirt and run up to your bra. His thumbs ghost over the lacy fabric, teasing your nipples into stiff peaks.

You’re slightly embarrassed by how your body reacts, but it’s been months. You crave the contact that you’ve been denied for so long. You moan and melt into Hawks.

The elevator slows and Hawks untangles himself from you. Ravenous eyes rove over your body as he smooths your clothes. Ding. Doors open to a quiet hallway.

“Tell me,” his breath comes out in ragged bursts, “At any point if you want to stop. It’s okay.” You nod and take his hand again as he leads you to a nondescript door. He pulls you inside and you start making short work of each other’s clothing. Buttons fly from his pressed shirt as you rip it off him. His fingers hook around the band of your pants and underwear and pull them off in one swift motion. The whole time, you sloppily kiss each other, not wanting to lose connection with the other person.

A trail of clothes leads from the front door to the bedroom, complete with your bra hanging off the edge of the black leather couch. Completely nude, your resolve falters slightly. Toned muscles lead to a faint trail of hair that… For a moment, you can’t bring yourself to look lower, and the quick peek you do take sets your cheeks ablaze.

“You doin’ alright?” Hawks murmurs, one hand running up your side.

“It really has been a while,” you say and reach out to touch him. He intercepts your hand and slowly spins you like a dance partner.

“Let me take care of you, Chickadee,” he says and gently lowers you onto the bed. He sinks to his knees with a wink before disappearing from view. Excitement buzzes from your toes to your ears when Hawks hooks your legs over his shoulders.

The simple touch of his lips against your inner thigh sends burning desire through your whole body. The journey from thigh to your core is agonizingly slow, and you can feel Hawks’ lips curve into a smile when you shift restlessly.

“Patience,” he teases you, his hot breath mingling with your exposed skin, “I want to enjoy this.”

A finger strokes your entrance and then slides inside you. His mouth finds your clit and his tongue swirls around the sensitive nub. Your thighs squeeze around his head as he languidly laps at you, desire building in your core.

A shameless moan spurs him on. He adds another finger inside you and works them in such a way that has you arching your back. Your hands thread through his soft hair and hang on for dear life as if letting go would end the fantasy and the pleasure.

“H-Hawks,” you slur, your words thick with lust, “I think… I’m close.” His ministrations quicken, pulling choked whimpers from you.

“H- Don’t stop!” you whine breathlessly, unable to form complete sentences.

“Hawks!” you cry out. Your nerves explode with pleasure and you buck up against him. He fights to keep himself attached to you as you ride out your orgasm.

Slowly, as the fire in your veins peters out, Hawks lightly kisses your thigh and removes his fingers from you. You shiver at the loss of contact, but revel in the bliss that clouds your mind.

“That’s right, let it all out,” he murmurs and crawls up on the bed next to you. He pulls you close and inhales deeply, peppering kisses on any bare skin he can reach. You bask in the afterglow. Is it just your imagination or does the world seem a little brighter? A little more complete? You never get this kind of attention after sex.

“Your husband is a fool if he isn’t worshiping you every day,” Hawks murmurs.

And the fantasy shatters.

“Don’t,” you snap. You cover his mouth lest more stupid words that could ruin the mood fall out and push yourself on top of him, straddling his lap. His eyes gleam hungrily.

You lean over so your lips are against his ear and whisper, “Don’t bring him in here… Got it?” He nods and you push yourself back up. Removing your hand cautiously, you wait for him to say something else, but he remains silent.

You shift on his erection, watching how every minute movement of your hips has him twitching. Golden eyes close and his brows push together in frustration. His hands find your hips as he ruts against you.

“Aw,” you coo in false sympathy and push yourself to all fours over him so you can grab his length, “Is someone feeling a little neglected? Let me help you with that.”

Running the top of his cock through your wetness, you line yourself up and ease yourself down on him. His eyes fly open and flicker between watching your face and watching himself disappear inside you. They flutter closed for a moment when you bury him completely in you.

“Fuck,” he hisses, his fingers digging into your skin. If you’re not careful, you could have wonderful bruises that you’d need to explain – if Katsuki ever bothered to make love to you anymore.

Seated on top, you bask in how his cock stretches you and fills you completely. Hawks helps you set the pace, lifting you and pulling you down hard. Splitting you in his cock. His hands move to your back, nails raking across the skin.

You lose yourself in the moment, enjoying each sensation as you ride him. The fullness of each thrust, his hands attached to your body, the praises he mutters under his breath. The way your name falls from his lips like a prayer.

Hawks’ hands find purchase at your waist and he fucks up into you, the carefully crafted rhythm disappearing as he nears his release.

“H-Hawks,” you plead, “Please. Inside. Fill me.” Feral golden eyes lock on yours, and he thrusts up into you, snapping his hips against yours. You stare lovingly at him and watch him bite his lip as he pulls your hips flush against his for a final time. He grunts and stiffens as hot ropes of cum fill you. You collapse on his chest and lay there with his arms around you while you milk him for everything he’s worth.

You come back to your senses first, his fingers tracing light circles onto your back. Rolling off of him, you catch your breath and look over at him.

“That was…” you sigh and close your eyes. Incredible. Breathtaking. Fantastic. “Amazing.”

“I’d be offended if you thought that was everything, Chickadee,” his husky voice teases you. Warm lips attach to your breast and nip teasingly.

You start to protest when he starts sucking, but the wicked look in his eye cuts your complaints short. “No one but you will see, and I want you to remember exactly what happens today when you see it.”

Nothing can bring you down from your high when you get home. Katsuki is still working and doesn’t comment when you walk in the front door. He doesn’t even look at your attempt to tame your disheveled appearance as you pass the office, nor does he note the scent of sex and fresh autumn air that clouds your mind.

Maybe he truly doesn’t notice. Maybe he doesn’t care.

Your phone lights up with a message from an unknown number.

[Unknown Number] >> Home?

You shoot a quick reply and commit the number to memory.

Three weeks pass, and you meet up with Hawks whenever you can. The thrill of being with someone who worships you entirely adds a glow to your life. These rendezvous help with home life too, as you aren’t around Katsuki as much and your needs are being met for once. You find yourself smiling more, spending more time with friends, joking in the office.

But you’re late. And you’re never late with your period. Armed with a box of pregnancy tests, you pee on every single one and they all read the same thing.

Pregnant.

The world falls away and it’s just you and the tests. Pregnant. But it’s not Katsuki’s. You can’t go to Mina about this. You obviously can’t tell Katsuki. Hawks… maybe another time. No, you can only trust yourself with this for now as you work out a plan.

Leaving a soulmate has never been done. The resulting drama and scandal are something you want to avoid. Unfortunately, that leaves two options: becoming a widow, or convincing Katsuki it’s his. Whatever you do, you have to act fast.

By nightfall, you have everything worked out.

“Katsuki, babe,” you purr and drape your arms over his shoulders, “You’ve been working a lot lately. Come to bed.” Garnet eyes glare at you for the interruption.

“I’m almost done.” His fingers stab this keyboard a little harder than normal. You round the desk and carefully take his glasses off and set them next to his laptop. He turns and sighs. You undo the robe covering your lingerie and let it fall open.

He’s silent, watching, but his gaze doesn’t have the same effect as when Hawks looks at you. There’s no fire burning deep inside you, no need to be on your knees to please him. But you need this. By god if you’re going to avoid scandal do you need this.

“Please, babe,” you plead, your voice like honey. Katsuki stands and kisses you roughly. He pushes the robe off you completely and leads you to the bedroom. As soon as his back is to you, your smile falls.

Sex is cold and clinical at best. Katsuki bends you over the bed and jackhammers you from behind. You try to think of Hawks and how his featherlight touches can make you sing.

In. Out. In. Out.

A grunt, and it’s over.

Katsuki finishes and promptly passes out on his side of the bed. Once his breathing evens out, you clean yourself up in the bathroom.

You absentmindedly run your hands over the slight swell of your growing belly as you tune in to a teleconference. Your coworkers drone on about changes coming to production over the next couple months – all things you should be paying attention to, but your cell phone screen lights up

[H] >> see you today?

You quickly type back that Bakugou is working from home, and try to refocus on the conference call. Hawks was more than thrilled that you’re pregnant, and spent many days cradling you and your bump, murmuring about how you’d all be together someday.

There’s a knock at the door, and you can hear Bakugou’s heavy footsteps as he goes to meet whoever is there. He calls your name, and you excuse yourself from the meeting before waddling to the front door.

“The agent is here,” Bakugou mutters. Right. The six month check up from the government to decide what to do if you couldn’t conceive. “He says he has some paperwork to go over with you.” You prepare yourself for the satisfaction of turning the agent away and showing him that you can indeed have kids.

“Hello sir, I- oh.” You blink in surprise at the man on your front porch. A sharp fitting suit and sunglasses can’t hide the body of your lover. He removes the shades, and sharp eyes that remind you of the sun stare up at you full of secret adoration.

“Hello, ma’am, I’m Keigo Takami from the Department of Interior Affairs and your case has fallen across my desk,” Hawks says and holds a business card out to you. “I hear congratulations are in order?”

“I told her once she got her shit figured out it would happen,” Bakugou says smugly. Hawks’ eyes cut to your husband, filled with a loathing that he masks quickly.

“We’re very happy,” you say. Cupping the swell, you cheekily add, “I hope he takes after his father.” Hawks’ eyes widen fractionally at the news that your child is a boy – something you hadn’t told him yet.

“Of course,” he purrs, “Now one of my duties is to check up on you every now and then to make sure everything is in order and there’s no complications. Will your husband be present during these visits?”

“I have work,” Bakugou grunts.

“It’ll just be me,” you nod. Hawks tries to play off his excitement by putting his sunglasses back on, but you don’t miss his pleased look.

“Perfect,” he says, “Now as one of the households that qualifies for multiple children, will you be having more after this one?”

“I guess we’ll have to wait and see what’s in the cards for us,” you say and invite Hawks into your home.

“Naturally,” he says and steps over the threshold, “There are plenty of programs that can help with whatever your needs are…”

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[suyacho]

Welcome everyone, this is the masterlist for this months bnharem collab! The collab is called “on the job” in which everyones writing/art is around the chosen theme. (It’s basically all around working places, so it could be like coworkers/employees at a certain store together etc etc. you get it.) Click right here to check out last months collab!

QUICK NOTE: A reminder that work in this masterlist can have SFW, NSFW & DARK CONTENT in it, so please make sure to read all the warnings everyone puts before reading it.

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The masterlist will be updated with all the finished work around May 22nd - 12PM EST! Please make sure to support all the amazing creators then!

ART

@jodrawssmut - Katsuki Bakugou

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@spaceywarlock - Mina Ashido

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@get-shiggy-with-it - Dabi

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@nicka-nell - Dabi

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@minninugget - Denki Kaminari

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@kingexpl0sionmurder - Denki Kaminari

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@tteokdoroki - Eijirou Kirishima

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@bakugotrashpanda - Eijirou Kirishima

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@httptamaki - Hari Kurono (Chronostasis)

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@anarchicmartyr - Hitoshi Shinsou

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@hitoshisbabygirl - Hitoshi Shinsou

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@shannonplease - Hizashi Yamada

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@candychronicles - Izuku Midoriya

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@fuwushiguro - Jin Bubaigawara (Twice)

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@arvandus - Kai Chisaki (overhaul)

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@kuroos-babygirl - Katsuki Bakugou

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@izuushi - Katsuki Bakugou

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@reddriot - Keigo Takami

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@libiraki - Keigo Takami

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@spaceywarlock - Mina Ashido

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@burnedbyshoto - Shoto Todoroki

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@adminbryantsaki - Shouta Aizawa

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@lycheesden - Shouta Aizawa

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@vs-redemption - Tamaki Amajiki

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@katsukisprincess - Tamaki Amajiki

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@unbreakablekiribaku - Tetsutetsu Tetsutetsu

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@chaos-night - Toshinori Yagi

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@katsukikitten - Yo Shindo

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@myheelsdontmatchmysweatpants - Yuuga Aoyama

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In the BNHarem Discord Server “love is in the air! From the sickly sweet to fake dating, to new romances to cherishing old flames here are a collection of stories and art that revolve around romance tropes! Banner Credit: @magpie-scribbles

Art -  Aizawa Shota - @magpie-scribbles​ (twitter link here)​

Writing -  Character x Character -  Bakugo Katsuki x Kirishima Eijirou - @unbreakablekiribaku Bakugo Kastuki x Shinsou Hitoshi - @minninugget Character x Reader -  Bakugo Katsuki - @kingkatsuki Dabi/Toya Todoroki - @tetsurousharlot Kaminari Denki x Reader - @kingexpl0sionmurder Takami Keigo  (Hawks) - @adminbryantsaki​ Usagiyama Rumi (Mirko) - @ajaviary​

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You Belong To Me

Pirate Captain! Alpha! Werewolf! Shouta Aizawa x Tavern owner! Luna! Reader.

(I do not own Shouta Aizawa/ Eraserhead, Hizashi Yamada/Present Mic, Keigo Takami/ Hawks, Dabi/Touya Todoroki, Shoto Todoroki, Eri, or any other character that is mentioned that is from the manga/anime known as My Hero Academia, all of these characters belong to  Horikoshi Kohei.

I’d like to see how many you can recognize. Comment all the characters you recognize down in the comments.  I’m extending this story off the last story I did with the Bnharem collab. I have left that group for various reasons and I advise those who want to join the group to not join them. Dm me or send me an ask for more details. If this isn’t your cup of tea, blend of spices, or brew of coffee, move on. Reader discretion is advised and remember, Piracy is a crime.)

(If y’all don’t know what a Luna is by now or you’re new here, this is what a Luna is in a nutshell: It’s an Alpha with both sets of reproductive organs and is a variant of an Alpha that can get pregnant and impregnate others.)

TW: Pirates, gun usage, ABO, blood, surgery on a wound, bullets, cauterization, leg amputation, mental stress and breakdown, assault, being held at gunpoint, sexual scene. WC: 7,450

After the long day of gathering things to set up your room for that night, You came back to your inn to set up the items you had purchased earlier in the day in your room. Once you were happy with the way you had thing set up, you went backdown into the Tavern to work until you closed up for the evening. During the day, you were cleaning up a section of the counter when the Lieutenant was sitting at the bar, staring at you with a smirk plastered on his face.

“What do you want?”  You asked as you pulled a glass over and cleaned it. “My dear, I want you to share my bed tonight.” He spoke. You froze and set the glass down that you had been cleaning.

“Do you know I’m already spoken for? I have a mate.” You spoke and showed him the faint outline of your mark. “Where is your mate? I Should tell you that my sources tell me that your mate is one of those filthy pirates. Not just any pirate though. You hooked one of those Captains to share your bed, you whore.” He spoke, his eyes widening and he rocked back in his seat laughing.

“I am not a whore, you brute. Get out of my establishment now before I have one of my guards drag you out. You might be one of the King’s guards but you are not welcome to this island.” You spoke in a firm tone. The scarred soldier got up and tilted his hat to you before leaving your tavern, as he didn’t want to stir up any commotion.

You huffed and went about your day, working and trying to calm your mind before that night when you’d help Shouta through his transformation. You decided to make him a special dinner to welcome him back home so, you decided to go into the market and pick up some special ingredients that you only bought on a special occasion. As you were shopping, you didn’t notice the patchworked soldier following you.

You had finished your shopping and was walking home when you were pinned to the wall of your Tavern, nearly dropping the contents of your basket. “You’re going to regret refusing my offer earlier, Y/n.” He spoke, tilting your head up slightly with a crooked finger tucked under your chin and leaning in for a kiss. You stared off at the full moon that was shining over the bay, looking at for any sign of The Lone Wolf, begging for Shouta to come and save you. You shut your eyes tight as the Lieutenant slid his hand up your thigh and under your skirt, not noticing something dropping behind the soldier and yanking him away and knocking him to the ground. “You don’t dare touch my mate.” A deep growling voice spoke. Your eyes shot open to see who had rescued you.

You saw none other than your Pirate Captain, holding his scarf tight around the Lieutenant. Your heart lifted a little when you saw him.

“Y/n, I’ll take care of him. Go now!” He spoke and you ran off, making sure to grab your basket and escape into through the back door of your tavern. With your heart pounding in your chest, you ascended the stairs and entered your apartment. You had shut and locked the door behind you. You sat down on the edge of your bed and stared at the floor trying to calm your heartbeat and breathing. You didn’t notice a figure appearing in your window and knocking at the glass. You jumped and looked up to see what or who it was. You calmed yourself when you saw that it was only your mate perched on the window sill. You walked over to the window and let him inside. He immediately cupped your face with his hands and looked you in the eyes, examining your body for any injuries. “Are you alright, love?

Did he hurt you in any way? Did he touch you in a bad way? Its alright, you can tell me if he did.” He spoke as he looked you in the eyes. You returned the gesture and hugged him, taking in his scent and letting him wrap his arms around you, making you feel safe in his embrace.

The next morning you woke up in your mate’s arms. You rolled over and looked at him. He woke up and smiled when he saw you. “Good morning, my love. Did you sleep well?” He asked.

“I did. Thank you. Did you sleep ok? Do you transform tonight?” You asked him. “I slept fine, my dear. I think I do transform tonight. Do you mind if I stay here tonight?” He asked.

After the lieutenant didn’t get the message the night before, Shouta comes to your tavern clearly in a fit of rage and slams his hands down on the bar. “You are leaving with me this time. It’s not safe for you here anymore. That Lieutenant is pushing his luck and making this island not safe for you. Pack your things we will leave in the morning.” He spoke. You stopped him and pulled him aside to talk. “How can you expect me to just uproot myself and leave on a ship with you? I need to arrange some things. Who would I give the tavern to? People are going to wonder where I’m going and why. I won’t leave just because some lieutenant is being a selfish jerk.” You spoke. Shouta sighed and thought for a moment. “I’ll keep my ship in the cove until the end of the week. I’m going to leave in the night with or without you.” He spoke before leaving the tavern. What you didn’t know was that the Lieutenant had heard the whole thing and creating a devious plan in his mind.

The end of the week came and you had made your mind. You wanted to leave. Escape the King’s guard that littered the island. You had given your tavern to your closest friend and packed your important items before leaving the Tavern to pause and turn back to take in the building. Letting tears fall down your face as all the memories you had here came flooding back, you had to gather all the courage within you to move your feet and head down the road, only the moonlight from the full moon above to light your path.

In the cove, The Lone Wolf and her crew were preparing to set sail for their next adventure. Shouta was pacing his quarters waiting for you to arrive with his first mate sitting with him. “She’s going to come, Captain. Let’s just hope that she isn’t going to get held up by something.” He spoke. “Or someone. That Lieutenant was staring her down as if she were a piece of meat that he was waiting to devour.” Shouta spoke and growled. He burst out of his quarters and walked across the deck and down the gangplank to the dock and up the path to clear his head and check and see if you were close. “Hey, Captain, where are you going?” One of the crew asked.

“I’m taking a walk and seeing if Y/N is even coming. Keep loading the supplies onto the boat. I’ll be back.” He spoke and trudged up the hill. He looked over the crest of the hill and saw you walking up the hill with your pack on your shoulder and a trunk on a makeshift type of cart you had been pulling all this way.

A wave of relief washed over his face when he saw you. he pulled you into his arms and held you close. “I thought you’d never come.” He spoke. “I almost didn’t come myself. But I thought it over and squared away the Tavern and my other belongings that didn’t fit into my sack or my trunk before I came. It came down to spending more than just a few days a month with you. I’d rather spend every moment of every day with you.”

You told him. He pulled away and smiled softly at you. He looked up to see a bayonet and the barrel of a musket staring him right in the eyes. “Move away from her and I won’t shoot you, filthy beast!” The lieutenant spoke.

Shouta pulled you behind him and growled. “She’s, MY mate. You don’t get to take her from me. I don’t care if you’re a part of the King’s Guard. You don’t get to take whomever you please just because you feel like it!” He spoke as his eyes began to glow. You watched as the guard kept his musket raised as Shouta began to transform. You watched in fear as the Lieutenant kept his gun trained on Shouta. “Don’t hurt him please!” You begged. “Why should I? He’s a monster.” The Guard told you. “I don’t care. He will be a better man than you will ever be.” You spoke. this enraged the lieutenant and he charged at you.

He was knocked out of the way by Shouta as he struggled to keep him down. “Go to the ship! Now!” He called to you. You were pulled out of your frozen state and you ran down the hill to the dock where The Lone Wolf was waiting to set sail.

You ran into Shouta’s first mate who caught you by the arms and helped you settle down. “Y/n, calm down. Where’s the Captain?” He asked. “He’s on the hill with the lieutenant. The Lieutenant has a gun and he’s already transformed. I don’t know what to do. The Lieutenant wants me but I’m with Shouta.” You explained. “Alright. Go down into the cargo hold and wait there. I know that’s not the best place you’d like to be right now. It’s the last place where that Lieutenant wouldn’t think to look for you. There is no way that any of us is going to let that scumbag get you.”  He spoke and disembarked off the boat to go aid the captain in his struggle against the Lieutenant. You went down into the cargo hold and hid yourself between some barrels and crates, covering your mouth to try and suppress your sobs.

You shut your eyes, only wanting to be safe in your mate’s arms, not wanting this to happen. You hated how entitled the King’s Guard was and how they thought they could have whatever they wanted. Your eyes shot open when you heard a gunshot followed by a pained wolf’s howl. Was Shouta injured? Was he even alive now?  Your mind swirled with those thoughts as you had to use every ounce of your willpower to keep your body from running out onto the main deck and seeing what had happened to your mate. You glanced over at the stairs leading down into the cargo hold and saw a shadow begin to descend the stairs. You hid back between the barrels, calming your heart, hoping with every fiber of your being that the person entering the cargo hold wasn’t the Lieutenant. You felt something appear above you and you slowly looked up to see the piercing blue eyes of the lieutenant staring down at you.

“There you are. That noisy first mate was easy to break when he saw his Captain bleeding out.” He spoke then lunged at you. You ducked out of his reach and scrambled to your feet, racing to the stairs and onto the main deck, your vision was blurred until you stopped yourself at the port side of the deck and looked over to the dock where you saw the first mate bandaging a part of the captain’s right leg, was it his right leg? You didn’t know you just saw a trail of blood on the deck. Not noticing the Lieutenant coming up behind you. He wrapped his arm around your waist and pulled you away from the side of the boat. You screamed which caught the attention the first mate and the captain who tried to stand up with the assistance of his partner.

“Get away from her, Dabi!” The voice of the harbormaster sounded. You hadn’t noticed him there before now. You wondered where he had gone and why he only showed up now. The Lieutenant that you now knew was named Dabi only tightened his grip on you. “Now why should I do that? This poor girl has been harassed by that pirate down there and I’m only doing my duty by keeping her safe.” He spoke. You covered your mouth and nose to keep the stench of the rotten and burnt  flesh that had been stitched to his normal flesh from penetrating your nostrils. As Dabi and the harbormaster argued back and forth. This gave you an opening. Taking the opportunity, you elbowed him in the gut and broke free from his grasp, running down the gangplank and into the arms of the captain. “Did he hurt you?” He asked as he looked you over. “No, I’m fine.” You reassured him. “Alright. Hizashi, take the others and get that scumbag off my ship. Do whatever you have to.” Shouta ordered. His first mate looked a little surprised and called a couple members of the crew to board the ship again to take down the Lieutenant. You helped Shouta to one of the crates still on the dock and checked his wound. “The bullet still must come out. If we don’t get to a doctor soon, we will have to cut it off before it becomes gangrene.” You spoke. “You speak of such mystery. Are you sure you aren’t a witch?” He asked with a hint of humor in his voice. You looked up at him with concern and kissed him gently. “There was a herbologist on our travels that we found and they gave me a potion that helps nullify the inner wolf when I’m in this state. Maybe we can go back to them to help with the bullet, unless you know how to remove it from my leg.” He spoke, now panting with the amount of pain he was in, trying to keep it from you.  “I should know how to remove it.” You spoke before a loud yell came from the ship. You looked over and saw a yellow energy emitting from the first mate. You had to cover your ears from how loud the noise was and you pressed yourself into the captain.

“That’s Hizashi’s power, he can emit a strong noise using his voice. He can be a bit loud at times but his voice can come in handy when giving out orders in a storm.” He explained as he held you close. He stroked your hair when the noise subsided and you removed your hands from your ears. Looking up to the deck, Dabi was no where to be seen. You had a small bit of hope swell from within you as you held Shouta’s hands and stood up to see a couple members of The Lone Wolf’s crew tie up the Lieutenant and look to Shouta. “Put him in the brig and make sure he can’t use his flames.” He ordered. The crew nodded and carried the lieutenant down into the brig. Shouta carefully stood and hobbled with your assistance onto his boat and into his quarters. You laid him on his bed and checked his bandage again. It had soaked through. You began to panic a little as you searched for another form of a bandage, disinfectant, and sterile equipment. “What do you need, my love?” He asked. “A new bandage, disinfectant, and sterile equipment.” You spoke. Shouta looked at you with confusion and you took a deep breath. “I need a strip of clean cloth, alcohol, something to pull the bullet out of your leg, and something to cauterize the wound.” You explained. Shouta nodded and signaled for

someone to come inside for a moment. “Have someone bring some old cotton cloth, some of the clear alcohol we stored the last time we visited Recovery Girl, something to pull this damn bullet out of my leg, and have Hizashi bring Shoto here.” He ordered. The crew member nodded and ran off to find the items he had requested. You stayed by his side, not moving until Hizashi came to the room with Shoto in tow.  He had hair with two colors, white on his right side and red on his left. Hizashi also had the items that you had requested in his arms. “What do you need, Captain?” Shoto asked. “I need you to follow anything that Y/n needs, alright?”

“Yes sir. What do you need me to do?” He asked as he looked at you. “I need to pull out the bullet, clean the wound, and have you cauterize it. Then I will used the cloth to wrap it up.”  You told him. He nodded and knelt to Shouta’s leg. “Alright. Shouta, this is going to hurt bad. Do you have something to bite down on?” You asked him. He nodded as Hizashi handed a piece of leather to him. He bit down on the leather and nodded to you.

“Now I will pull out the bullet and clean the wound, Shouta, this is going to hurt like hell. Shoto, once I pull out the bullet, I will need you to cauterize the wound quickly as there will be a lot of bleeding. After that I will tie up the wound.” You explained. Shoto nodded and got ready to cauterize the wound. You grabbed the bottle of alcohol and doused the wound. Shouta screaming through the leather and tensing up his body. You hated hurting him but this had to be done so he wouldn’t lose the leg. At least not tonight. You then used the knife that was brought to you to dig out the bullet. Once the chunk of metal was out of him, Shoto instantly used his flames on the wound, send out another scream from the Captain. You prepped the bandage and told Shoto to stop since the bleeding had also stopped pouring from his leg. You doused his wound with more alcohol before drying it and wrapping the leg with the piece of cloth you were given. You made sure the wrapping was tight before thanking Shoto and sending him out of the cabin as his services were no longer needed. You turned back to Shouta as he was pulling the leather out of his mouth and panting hard from the pain. He looked over to you and reached out for your hand. You let him take it and you bent over to kiss him.

“Thank you for your help, Y/n. I don’t want to ever feel that kind of pain again.” He spoke and kissed you gently. “You’re welcome. I’m glad I could help. We should set sail for that herbologist. Let us hope they know what to do.” You spoke as you stroked his hair. He smiled and pulled you in so he could cuddle you. You had him sit up gently and you sat behind him, having his head lay in your lap. “Can you help me out of my quarters so I may tell my crew that it’s time to set sail?” He asked. You agreed and helped him up and out of his room temporarily so he could give the orders for his crew to set sail and head for some far-off island that you had never heard of. After he gave the orders, you helped him back inside his quarters and into his bed. You stayed close to him as the gentle rocking of the ship on the waves lulled him to sleep.

You watched out the back windows of the ship looking at the hidden cove where The Lone Wolf had been in port slowly grow smaller and smaller, you kept watching well after the island had disappeared out of sight. Hizashi came to check on you soon after. “Y/n. It will be a day or two before we arrive to the herbologist. You should get your rest. You’ll need it.” He told you. You looked at him with tired eyes then looked back at Shouta who was out cold and breathing steadily.

“Alright. Is there a place you’d like for me to sleep?” You asked. “I think the Captain will like having you close and you should keep an eye on his leg just in case it gets swollen with fever.” He spoke with a soft smile. You yawned and laid down next to Shouta, quickly falling asleep, not noticing the first mate laying a blanket over the both of you.

~~~About two days later~~~ You were working about the ship, cleaning bandages of old blood and teaching the crew how to sterilize their equipment and how to make bandages from old sheets and how to clean them. You even taught the crew how to stitch up a wound and cover it properly. You were in the middle of teaching one of the younger members that you had learned that their name was Izuku and he was a friend of Shoto’s when some other members of the crew stood up, facing the Captain’s quarters. You too turned to see Shouta hobbling out on a makeshift crutch that someone had made from a spare piece of wood found in some corner of the ship.

“We will be in port soon. Be ready to restock and spend a few days of leave here on the island. I don’t want to hear that any of you get drunk or fool around with one of the working women there, got it? I will be away for the time being so Present Mic will be in charge in my absence, you hear?” He spoke. The crew replied with a hearty “AYE” before heading off to their designated chores about the ship. Shouta walked over and saw what you were doing. “When you’re done, you need to gather your things and be ready to leave with me when we get in port. You’re coming with me to the herbologist to help with my ‘ailment’.” He spoke in a serious tone. You nodded and finished up what you had been teaching Izuku and Shoto. You entered the Captains quarters and began gathering your things as you had seen the island’s shore grow closer.

You felt the ship creak and groan under your feet as the crew prepared her to turn into port and dock at the nearby harbor with the help of the harbor’s crew. You hear the yells and calls of the crew communicating with one another as you grabbed your medical bag, rolls of bandages, and sets of tools that one of the girls down in the galley helped you make from her own power. You had found out that in the few short days that you had been on this ship that everyone in The Lone Wolf’s crew has some kind of supernatural ability. You found this interesting and learned about each power that you could wrap your mind around.

When you had finished collecting your things and fastening the bag, you waiting in the cabin where Shouta came in and smiled at you. “Are you ready, my love?” He asked as he cupped your cheek.

“Yes, Let’s hope that this “herbologist” of yours knows how to save a leg from infection.” You spoke as you kissed him gently. He looked at you confused. “What’s an ‘infection’?” He asked as he followed you out of the cabin.

“Its when bad sickness sets into a wound like the one in your leg.” You spoke as you followed him up to the aft deck where someone who looked to be made from rock was steering the ship. Shouta went to the side of the deck where he could watch over the operations of The Lone Wolf head into port play out.

Once The Lone Wolf had settled and the crew were taking inventory, Shouta led you off the boat with Hizashi right behind you both. You didn’t question this fact as the three of you went through town, going to the outskirts and finding a little hut with an open room attacked to the side where a short woman with a wooden stick through her hair was hobbling around with her cane. Hizashi helped Shouta up the steps and to her door.

“Ooh hello there. It’s been a while since you were last here, Captain Eraserhead. Get yourself settled and lets see what we have to work with here.” The old lady spoke as she went around her infirmary that was well stocked by what you saw. You were impressed by how well her smaller hospital was stocked with the standards of the time that you were in. You entered the room and sat in a chair in the corner as Shouta laid on one of the makeshift cots and put his leg for the medicine woman to see. She came over with some bandages and what looked to be some scissors, and a type of antibiotic ointment and a type of alcohol to clean a wound. She looked to have a bit of trouble handling all the items so you stood up to help her with the bigger bottles. She gave you a smile and set down the other items. “Thank you, young girl. Who might you be?” She asked. “I’m Y/n. Captain Shouta’s mate and the one that tied up the bullet wound on his leg. Shoto cauterized his wound to help prevent bleeding and I did the rest.” You told her. The woman looked at your handiwork and was impressed. “You did very good for using materials on a ship. But I’m seeing a small bit of infection that has set into the flesh. I will give him an antibiotic and you shall stay here for the time being.” She spoke. “Maybe I can be of assistance. I know my way around an infirmary.” You offered. “That will be nice. As I am older, I cannot move around as easily. Your help will be greatly appreciated.” She spoke. “What is your name I might ask?” You asked her. “You can call me Recovery Girl.” She responded.

“Thank you, Recovery Girl for helping him. Now where go you keep some of your herbs? I can get started on the antibiotic.” You said as you got up and went into the storage area where there were many jars and containers of herbs and spices. “In the pantry. Look for the garlic, turmeric, honey, and onion. It sounds like an awful blend but it will draw out that infection like a mosquito draws out blood.” She explained as she prepared to inspect his wound. You dug around the cabinets until you found all the right herbs and set them on the counter. “How do you want me to prepare it?” You asked. “Cut up the garlic and onions and mix them into the honey along with the turmeric until its like a paste. Then bring it over here and I’ll apply it to the wound.” She instructed. You did as you were told and brought the salve over to her. She had you take the rest of the bandage off his leg and she showed you how to apply the salve to his leg. Shouta winced as the nutrients of the salve began to seep into his flesh and kill off any remaining infection that might have snuck in past the cauterization. Recovery girl brought you more clean bandages to wrap up the wound again when the salve had been applied. You wrapped up his leg gently then kissed him on the head.  You took the soiled bandages and asked where you might be able to clean them. The older lady took you to a gentle river where she would do her laundry and clean any soiled linens she might have from her patients.

You were scrubbing the dried-on blood out of the fabric when Recovery Girl sat down next to you on a rock. “Where did you learn how to heal?” She asked, trying to make conversation. “I mostly taught myself. With there being fights on the island between the Redcoats and the locals or the pirates that come into my tavern, you tend to learn a thing or two.” You spoke as you wrung out the bandage and hung it over the line that the healer had in her yard so it could dry. You then looked into the infirmary and saw that Shouta was sitting up and Hizashi was bringing him a drink of water. “I want to tell you this before I tell the Captain. The salve will take out some of the infection but not all of it. You did a good job by cauterizing the wound but there was something in the bullet that is causing more harm than good to him. His leg will have to be cut off to prevent whatever is causing him harm from spreading further. He looks sicker than what he’s allowing to show. He doesn’t want to scare you, dear.” She spoke. You looked a little shocked. “Can’t we find out what’s making him sick instead of taking his leg? You were the one that gave him the potion that tames his wolf side. Aren’t werewolves allergic to silver?” You asked. As you looked at your mate and noticed how pale he looked. Paler than he normally did. His dark eyes dart up to meet yours and you looked away. “Yes. Werewolves are allergic to silver. I’ve seen the creatures be shot down by a silver bullet. If our speculations are correct, the bullet he was shot with was made out of silver. Do you still have the bullet, my dear?” Recovery Girl asked. Your hand went into one of your apron pockets and pulled out the bloodied bullet and showed her. “Grab one of the lemons off of the shelf, dear and use it’s juice on the bullet. If the juice turned a shade of dark red, its pure silver. If its brown or green then its only covered in silver.” Recovery Girl instructed as you grabbed a lemon and cut it in half. You then squeezed the juice over the bullet and watched as it bubbled and foamed. Your heart sank as the foam turned a sickly shade of dark red. “Cut his leg off. the bullet is silver.” You spoke. Hizashi heard what you had said and entered the storage and preparation part of the infirmary that you and Recovery Girl were in. “What do you mean ‘cut my leg off?’ Why does my leg have to be cut off?” Shouta asked. “There is no time to explain. Where is a sedative and your surgical tools, Recovery Girl?” You asked as you headed to another part of the pantry. Recovery Girl pointed out where the items were and you gathered them. Hizashi followed you, repeating the Captain’s question. “Dabi used a silver bullet and if we don’t cut his leg off, Shouta will die. I need you to hold him down and administer the sedative to him.” You explained and handed him a cloth and a bottle that had the label ‘chloroform.’ “This will knock him out so we can remove the poisoned part of his leg and bandage it up and let it heal. We can hopefully find him a replacement down in the town.” You explained as you began to boil some water to sterilize the knife and saw that would be used to cut the leg off.

“If I remember right, there is a wood worker in the town that should be able to make a new leg for me to use.” Shouta spoke. “We will figure that out later. For now, you need to be knocked out. Unless you want to feel the pain of the knife and saw cutting through your flesh and bone.” You told him as you sterilized the bone saw. “I think a nap would be a good idea.” He spoke. Hizashi then administered the chloroform and within a matter of minutes, Shouta was out cold. “You might want to take a walk as this will take a while and it will be unsightly.” You advised the first mate. He nodded and left the infirmary, taking a walk through the woods as you made the first incision.

~~~A few hours later~~~

You were stitching up the last of the wound when Shouta began to come out of the anesthesia. You numbed the area and watched as he woke up slowly. It was about this time that Hizashi came back from his walk, having found a wood worker in town that would be willing make a prosthetic for Shouta.

You prepared a glass of water and some bread for Shouta to eat when he was fully out of the drug.  You heard him grumble and try to sit up quickly.

“Sit up slowly. You’re coming out of the anesthesia. I have some bread and water for you if you’re hungry.” You told him. He nodded and looked at you then where his leg was. That’s when it hit him. His eyes grew wide and he ran his hands down his leg and he felt where the stitches were and stared at the place where the rest of his leg was. “It feels like the rest of my leg should be there but it isn’t. Am I crazy?” He spoke. “No. That’s normal. I’ve read that some of the doctors back in England are calling what you’re feeling “Phantom sensation.” There be some itching or tickling feeling which is normal as well. I advise that you don’t scratch where the stiches are as that can cause them to come undone. I must wrap them up with some bandages but I thought I’d see how you’re doing.” You told him. He nodded and sat up slowly. You handed him the cup of water which he took and sipped at it before setting the cup down and laying back down.

“I’m doing alright. Thank you for asking.” He spoke as you wrapped a clean strip of cloth around his leg. 

“There you go. Now if you don’t need anything else. I’ll go clean out some of the used bandages.” You spoke, standing to leave. “Y/n. Stay for a moment, please. I want to talk to you since we haven’t in a while.” He requested. You sat back down next to him and let him hold your hand. “What did you want to talk about?” You asked as you looked back at him, staring into his eyes. “I want to know why you’ve been so distant since I lost my leg. Is it because you don’t want to be my mate anymore?” He asked. You looked surprised and shook your head. “No, its not that. I’ve been processing the past few weeks, that’s all. Its hard to find a place for quiet on the ship so I can think and process all that happened. The action of the Lieutenant… Dabi… whoever he is grabbing hold of me and pointing a musket at you, still has me waking up at night in a cold sweat.” You told him. He kissed your temple and pulled you a little closer. “He will never touch you again. We can sail on the seas for eternity.” He spoke and hugged you gently. You cuddled into his chest and took in his scent which still smelled like the salty sea and freshly brewed coffee. That is when you broke down sobbing, clinging to his shirt and not wanting to let go. “Y/n, what’s wrong? Why are you crying now?” He asked as he made you look up at him. “All of the stress that I’ve been through, not seeing you for a full month, the lieutenant pinning me in the alleyway before you saved me, him holding me hostage as he held you at gunpoint, having to remove your leg. Its all been too much and I’ve had to keep my emotions to myself as I didn’t want to worry you or Hizashi or Recovery Girl.” You explained. “Don’t worry about that now. I’m still here. Not all of me is here but I think the important parts are still here, my love. I’m not going anywhere for a while. Its my turn to care for you while we are here, okay? Right now I just want for you just let it all out, okay?” He told you. You nodded and cried more, letting your body shake with sobs as tears streamed down your face. Shouta rubbed your back and reassured you that everything would be fine. He even told you that Hizashi had gone into the town to find someone that would make a wooden prosthetic leg for him. It was just a matter of transporting him to the prosthetic maker in the town so he could take his measurements.  This made you relax a bit and stop crying so he could wipe the tears from your eyes. You mentioned that the chef in the ship’s galley could carry him to the prosthetist. He didn’t like the idea at first but he eventually warmed up to the idea. You called Hizashi over to send a message for the chef to come up and help the captain out. The first mate was in the process of having a meal with the healer so things would have to wait until they were done eating.

Once the meal had been eaten, Hizashi ran quickly to The Lone Wolf to inform the chef of the situation and have him come up to the healer’s hut to carry the captain down to the town. Soon, you, the captain, and the first mate were all in the prosthetist’s clinic. You were looking at all the examples of the different kinds of artificial limbs there were. You didn’t know that there would be so many or even if something like this was available to Shouta at this time. You had read about pirates sporting a wooden peg leg in fantasy stories that you read as a child but you knew that Shouta wouldn’t go for the traditional prosthetic that other pirates had. He would want a leg that would resemble one closer to the leg that he lost. You kept looking around the clinic as the doctor got Shouta’s measurements and told him that the making of the leg would be about a week or so and he asked if Shouta’s ship would be able to stay in port for that time. He agreed and would let his crew know that they would be staying in the area for a while longer and that they would be able to have some shore time while they were stuck in port. There was a hospital in the town that The Lone Wolf’s crew would be able to stay at or they would be able to stay on the ship if they wished. With that, the Chef assisted the captain to the nearby hotel where he would be staying with you in one room and his first mate would be going back to the ship to deliver the news and stay on the ship there. The chef was happy to be able to try out the different delicacies of the area and possibly try some of the foods out on the crew to see if they liked them. Once you and the Captain were settled in a room in the hotel, the Chef left to investigate any of the local vendors and the local market for any exotic foods that he’d like to try. You were glad to finally be alone with your mate as you had felt your core waken after you had wrapped up his leg back at the Healer’s hut.  

Shouta’s dark eyes looked over to you as you laid yourself out on the bed and groaned in relief.

“Are you alright love?” You heard him ask. “Yes. I’m alright.” You responded. “Your scent says otherwise.” He told you as he propped himself up with one of his elbows. You glanced over at him and he gave you one of his alluring smiles that you knew had made other ladies swoon. You felt your face heat up and you hid your face in your pillow.

“I can tell you’re in heat, my love. I am here to help you if you want me to.” He offered. You relaxed and sat up slowly. “I wouldn’t mind. Its been a month since we shared a bed together and you claimed me as your own. I noticed the other day that the marks had been fading.” You told him. His eyes met yours and he nodded. “Alright. What do you need help with?” He asked.  You looked around the room. “All I know is that my core is aching and I want the pain of the ache to go away.” You responded. He held your hand and pulled you closer to him. “I’ll help you with that stubborn ache of yours. Just lay down and let me repay you for all the care you’ve given me these past few weeks, my love.” He told you and helped guide you to lay back down on the bed.

He kissed your neck gently and bit down where the mark was faded and made it new again. He then cared for you and your heat, sliding into you and thrusting back and forth, in and out, over and over, hitting that one spot that made you see stars until the both of you came and fell limp against each other, catching your breath before beginning the next round of intimate love making.

When the week had passed, Shouta had been alerted as to his prosthetic leg being finished and being called in to have the leg fitted to him and have him learn how to walk with it. The Prosthetist attached the leg to his appendage and helped him stand to his feet. He wobbled for a bit and cursed under his breath as he had to hold onto the wall for a while to adjust to the usage of the leg. The Prosthetist suggested that he use a type of cane so he could walk on the decks of the ship with ease and showed him a few samples of canes that he sold within his shop. The captain picked one out and paid for the leg and the cane, thanking the man and walking out of the shop on his own for the first time in a while. He walked to the ship and boarded the vessel, now addressing his crew as they all had surrounded him when he came aboard. They welcomed him back and asked him questions about the leg and how it felt. He reassured him that he was still fit to be their captain even though he had to have assistance from a cane. He stood proud in front of his crew, with you next to him, beginning to give out orders to get the ship on way to the next place and to the next adventure.

The End.

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From the Ashes

BNHArem's Mythology & Folklore Collab Masterlist

So excited to present my contribution to this month’s bnharem collab! Please be sure to check out all the other writers & artists who are part of this collab and their pieces, because they are all so incredibly talented.

I’ve never really done any AU content before, so I am very nervous about posting this one, but I’m absolutely in love with all things mythology and this idea of doing a modern take on Cupid & Psyche (also known as the basis for Beauty & the Beast) for Dabi struck me immediately, so I had to give it a shot! I hope you enjoy it 💙

Minors DNI

Pairing: Cupid!Dabi x Psyche!Reader

Genre: hurt/comfort, smut

Word count: 6.8k

Warnings: contains dark content, kidnapping, mentions of violence & homicide though none is depicted, manipulation, toxic family members, arson, enji fucking sucks in this bc I’m still on the endeavor hate train if you can’t tell, the slightest yandere vibes from Dabi, drugging, stalking, language, derogatory terms directed at females

AU Background: In the modern day world, quirks are incredibly rare and the powerful families who are lucky enough to possess them are regarded as gods; the type who are quick to anger and reluctant to forgive. The Todoroki family has a long, historied lineage of remarkable quirks that has allowed them to amass great wealth and influence. Nothing happens in their city without them knowing about it and no one dares to question their authority, lest they face the wrath of their rumored to be psychopathic patriarch.

“I didn’t ask for your fucking opinion. I told you to take care of the bitch.” Enji barked at the perturbed man before him. “Do I need to remind you of what happened the last time you thought you had a bright idea? Or are those disgusting scars of yours enough?”

Dabi pressed his lips together, closing his eyes as he bowed his head in submission, “I’ll handle it.”

“Good. Don’t return until you’re sure she’s gone,” the fiery tyrant brushed past his despondent son, taking a seat at the large wooden desk within his lavish office.

Dabi spun on his heel, pushing the door open with his eyes cast down before fisting his hands into his pockets. The brief sound of a high heel clicking across the floor drew his attention to the hall, where the one he barely regarded as his mother anymore stood cowering behind a corner. She opened her mouth to speak, her tongue heavy with good intentions and her eyes watering with a sense of sympathy that she never dared to convey out loud, but nothing became of either. A common pseudo-interaction between them these days.

With a huff, he continued on his way strolling through the dark, ornately decorated hallway. He was so tired of this. He’d quickly grown weary of behaving as his father’s lapdog, doing all of the dirty work that the prestigious Enji Todoroki couldn’t risk being seen sticking his hands into. He’d considered telling his old man to shove it, but whenever he considered his next move, he didn’t know where he would go. His father expected as much and took full advantage of his begrudged servitude, all the while treating him as less than ever since the accident. Not even his siblings had ever come to treat him the same as they had before, but he suspected that was largely due to parental influence. Though that didn’t make it sting any less. He knew that his mother was petrified to put herself anywhere near the matter and he couldn’t exactly blame her for that. Not when he knew the feeling all too well.

He wanted to run, to start his own life somewhere new. Somewhere far from the influence of his father and the painful memories that put an ache in his bones every time he set foot within the family estate. But again, where could he go? His father would know long before he set foot across the county line and he knew that he wasn’t his only lackey. There were some far more gruesome than he and he shuddered to think of having to outplay one or more of them as a means to escape.

At least it wasn’t all bad. He’d have to remind himself of the bits of good fortune he did have when his mind threatened to slip too far into despair. He had a home of his own to seek reprieve when his services weren’t necessary. A means of living, even if it wasn’t admirable work. Even if it tormented him. He had everything that he needed to keep him alive to see another day. Though most days turned out to be lonely, he was still a breathing, thinking human being. One with the capacity to hope that one of his tomorrows might be a little less lonesome.

He could return to his pity party later. For now, he had a job to do, though he had rolled his eyes at the request. His father was certainly slipping into a deeper shade of madness as of late. That was evident upon his demand that he run some poor young girl out of town, simply because he had deemed her too attractive for her own good. Well, run her out or simply dispose of her, as Enji had phrased it. He never shied away from advocating for the most final of solutions, but Dabi couldn’t ever bring himself to do it. He already looked like a monster, he didn’t want to complete the transformation in that regard.

He already felt subhuman considering the things that he’d done in the past. The smell of singed flesh and the screams of Enji’s enemies were burned into his psyche. He hated resorting to violence. Most of the time when he showed up, the target would take his warning at face value. Everyone knew the rumors about what the Todorokis were capable of and most didn’t want to find out if they were true, so they ran without a second thought. Others, the stubborn and the woefully ignorant, had to be persuaded. Unfortunately for them, Dabi hadn’t inherited his mother’s patience.

Maintaining power was easy when your family held the city in their pocket. Politicians were purchased. The police were on payroll. It was insane how much you could get away with when you had the right amount of cash. Of course, if the bankroll from the family business wasn’t enough persuasion, there was always the promise of ice and fire coming to claim you. That alone was convincing enough for most. The financial compensation was Enji being generous to his collaborators for never batting an eye when a would-be competitor’s building went up in flames that burned so bright they blazed blue.

A heavy sigh left his chest as Dabi sank into the leather seat of his black Mercedes. He understood that he was seated in the lap of luxury and he often felt sick for being so resentful of it. It could be worse, he supposed, letting his mind drift back to ponder his unique situation as he navigated his way through the city streets. But he was unwillingly shackled to this splendor. Dragged along in the darkness, crawling in the shadows cast by the picture perfect image of his family who he could no longer claim was his own, by his father’s own order.

He shook his head, an attempt to shirk his pathetic stream of consciousness and put himself in the proper headspace to do what he did best. Terrorize. Intimidate. Subdue the threat.

But were you a threat? He narrowed his eyes in your direction, watching you from the parking lot as you sat sipping coffee in front of a local cafe with two women who looked too much like you to not be your sisters. Though they didn’t have quite the same striking features that attributed to your ethereal beauty. They would have looked average had they not been seated beside you, but the direct comparison made them look almost embarrassingly plain.

He hadn’t understood Enji’s insistence that you were too pretty for your own good, but he did now. You were the most beautiful sight that he had ever laid eyes on. You looked so harmless. So soft, innocent, and sweet. He felt compelled to you. All you’d have to do is say the word and he would happily do your bidding without explanation. He’d do anything to catch your favor. And therein lies the problem. You had that effect on most men.

Which wasn’t a crime, until you’d caught the attention of Fuyumi’s betrothed at a work function. Apparently seeing that pretty little face of yours had struck enough doubt in his mind to call off the engagement that Enji had worked so tirelessly to make happen, because he wasn’t above coordinating a merger through means of his only daughter’s hand in marriage. In Enji’s eyes, you were the only thing standing in the way of his ultimate goal, so you had to go.

But looking at you now, Dabi didn’t think that he had it in him to run you off, let alone approach you. He didn’t deserve to be in your presence and he surely didn’t want to cause you any harm. All he wanted was to sit there and look at you. To watch your delicate features scrunch up as you let out a giggle that could easily pass as a song to his ears. He’d listen to it all night long if he could, but it was cut short by the handsome man who approached you. The obvious attempt that the man was making instantly wrought Dabi’s lips into a scowl as he kept a careful watch over the exchange.

The stranger had his best smile on his lips, an attempt to charm you as he sauntered up to where the three of you were seated, but you would’ve thought your sisters were invisible by how he seemed to pay them no mind when he interjected himself into your conversation. The smile disappeared from your lips while worry creased your brow and Dabi felt his palms grow warmer as he gripped the steering wheel. He cracked the window to see if he could catch wind of what the man was saying, but all he could hear was you politely telling him that you were busy having an evening out with your sisters before he nodded and backed off with an apology. At least he wasn’t a jackass, Dabi noted.

Your sisters, however, seemed to be more affected by the interaction than you were. Their attitudes shifted as soon as the stranger stepped away, both of them sneering in your direction, taking turns making asinine comments about how the only reason you got so much attention was because you looked like an easy fuck. How you had nothing between your ears, but thankfully you were at least pretty enough to maybe have a chance at snagging a husband. Otherwise, who would want you once your youth faded? You were worthless without your face.

Dabi’s blood boiled. He couldn’t bear to listen to another disdainful lie from their petulant mouths. He pulled on the door handle, popping it open to slip his leg out, but he halted when he saw you rise, hurriedly pushing in your chair to make an escape from their vile words.

He slipped back inside, watching as you half-jogged to your car, leaving the cackling witches behind you. Nerves bloomed in his chest. This was it. He was supposed to handle this, he was ordered to handle this. His mind jumped to the thought of abandoning the plan altogether. He could just turn and run now, leave you be and try to finally make a break for it. But in the back of his mind, he knew that was futile.

His father would run him down. He’d only maim him further and force him back to work or worse, he’d just have him locked up and throw away the key. Not to mention, Enji Todoroki wasn’t one to give up on something once he set his mind to it. He’d have you removed from this city one way or another and Dabi had serious doubts that anyone else would treat you with any modicum of respect or restraint. No, any other one of his father’s goons would likely have their way with you before they either snuffed you out or ran you screaming out of town and he couldn’t let that happen. There was only one viable option. He had no choice but to take care of you himself.

///

It was a song and dance he’d performed many times before, ambushing someone when they were most vulnerable, alone and in the dark of the evening. He followed you at a safe distance, though he doubted that you paid enough attention to check if you were being followed home after a coffee run. He weighed his options, considering what he would ultimately do the whole way there. Contemplated whether or not he’d be honest with you or just take you the way he took everyone else. It might be easier if he just subdued you first, right? You were sure to scream, especially if you saw his face.

His face. He couldn’t let you see it. He’d be too disgusted with himself to even face you. That settled the debat; he’d just wait. Bide his time until he was sure you were asleep and then he’d break in and knock you out before you even had the chance to awaken. He didn’t want to frighten you, certainly didn’t want to risk hurting you. He didn’t want to do this at all, but in all the time that he sat waiting in his car, only a few houses down on the quiet street, he couldn’t think of another option.

His heart was thundering when the time came. Thankfully, everything went smoothly. He entered without incident. No alarms, no dogs. No signs that you had even stirred in your sleep by the time that he crept into your room. He took a moment to stop and admire your beauty up close.

You were even more breathtaking at this proximity. There wasn’t a single flaw that he could find hidden within your features, which looked truly heavenly under the romantic blue light that the moon cast through the sheer curtains hanging over your bedroom window. He readied the syringe in his hand, fighting with himself as he lifted the point to your neck and closed his eyes, unable to bare to watch as he pushed the sedative into your veins.

Tentatively, he opened his eyes to study the rise and fall of your chest. His heart skipped a beat as he waited for your lungs to inflate again; he was petrified that he’d hurt you somehow, but then your chest rose, the gentle sound of your slow, steady breathing filling the still air of the bedroom. He breathed a sigh of relief, gingerly scooping you into his arms to whisk you away.

This was anything but romantic, but he couldn’t help but to let himself pretend that he was your knight in shining armor for just those few seconds. Standing in the pale moonlight, staring down at your peacefully sleeping face. He allowed himself to pretend that this was a tender moment between lovers, instead of some insidious act performed by a monster.

///

A thick fog clouded your mind when you awoke. You struggled to crack open your eyes to peek at the sunlight pouring into the room. Struggled even harder to keep your lids afloat. You felt strange, like there was a film crusted over your brain that you couldn’t quite break. Your hands felt around for your cell phone within your sheets, but these—these didn’t feel like your sheets.

Your eyes snapped open, painfully adjusting to the light as you tried to take in your surroundings, which you were certain now that you didn’t recognize. The air was robbed from your lungs, you clutched at your chest, pulling on the nightshirt you’d worn to bed the night before as you contemplated what to do next, but you came up empty. Your mind was racing at a million miles a minute, but your body was frozen where you sat.

Glancing around the expansive room, you could see that it wasn’t some dank, dark dungeon, but a well-decorated modern space. The walls were a pale gray and all the expensive looking furniture and decor only seemed to exist in black and white. A deep voice suddenly shook your from your observations.

“I know that this sounds terrible, but please don’t freak out. I’m not going to hurt you.” You searched for the source, finding it on the far wall, near the large french doors that you assumed led out to the hall. “I’m trying to help you. I know how fucked that sounds, but I just need you to hear me out. Okay?”

Your breathing became ragged and uneven as your eyes remained trained on the little white box, until the disembodied voice rang in your ears once more.

“I can hear you if you press the button. Are you okay to walk? If not, there’s a mobile intercom in the bedside drawer.” The voice sounded almost..concerned? But this..this had to be your kidnapper, right? Kidnapper. Oh my god, you’d been kidnapped. Fear seized your heart yet again as you scrambled out of the bed, rushing to the little white box to slam on the button and scream, “What do you want from me? I’ll give you anything. Anything, just please let me go!”

Dabi’s eyes shut tight, his brows knitting together as guilt ripped through his chest. He stared at your frantic motions in the monitor, watching as you beat your fist against the bedroom wall. He couldn’t see the tears, but he could hear the sobs spouting from your lips as your forehead fell against the drywall.

“Listen to me,” his voice shook, he cleared his throat and tried again. “Listen to me. I didn’t want to do this. I’m so sorry, but you have to believe me when I say that this is the best alternative to what could have happened to you. I’m trying to protect you, Y/n.”

“How do you know my name?! Who are you?!” You wailed, growing more frantic by the second as you slammed your palm against the wall, tears streaming over your cheeks.

It was destroying him inside. He didn’t want this. Never wanted to hurt you. He’d made every effort to avoid that, but he understood that you must be terrified. He couldn’t even imagine what was racing through your mind, but he wanted to do what he could to soothe you, so he offered you bits of the truth.

“My name is Dabi. I work for Enji Todoroki.”

The name sent ice through your veins. You stopped colliding your hand with the wall and lifted your head to shake it, now trembling in an even deeper sense of fear, “N-no. No, please tell me that you’re lying. I..I-I’ve never done anything to them! Please, I-I’ve heard all the stories.” You sobbed, your thumb shaking as you held it to the silver button. “Th-the disappearances, but I’ve never..I don’t even know them!”

“Ssh, ssh,” he hushed gently, your trembling frame and fear stricken voice would have driven tears of his own over his mismatched cheeks, had he still had the tear ducts to produce them. “I know. But your boss does. That office party a few weeks ago. You were there, weren’t you?”

You wracked your brain, searching for the mundane memory. “Y-yes..I wasn’t supposed to be. His wife couldn’t attend. It was just for the higher-ups and their spouses, so they could socialize and do whatever fucking bullshit they do at those God-forsaken get togethers. I..I was only there because he’d insisted. But I hardly spoke to anyone! What could I have done wrong?”

“You didn’t do anything, doll.” He swallowed, taking a deep breath to steady his voice. “You were just in the wrong place at the wrong time. Enji’s daughter recently got engaged to your boss’ boss. He took such a shine to you that night that he called off the engagement, which in turn, upset my boss. Unfortunately, Enji has gone off the deep end, but I’m not him. I’m not here to hurt you. I’m here to protect you from this mess. I didn’t know how else to keep you safe other than to bring you here. I’m sorry, princess. I know this is..a lot, but I’m telling you the truth here.”

You blinked, letting your thumb slip off the intercom as you stumbled back to the bed, sinking down into the soft mattress to stare off into the gray paint on the wall. You sat there, running the events over in your mind. Trying to picture who you had even spoken to that night. There was nothing of note in your memory. You were just a secretary, you had no business being there, no reason to be spoken to. And here you were, held captive who knows where, because the boogeyman was out to get you over something that you didn’t even do? It was crazy. Insane. Unbelievable.

Unbelievable. That’s the word that rang through your mind, over and over as a laugh bubbled in your throat. Unbelievable. You scoffed, laughing heartily as you tried to shake the unthinkable from your mind. The most powerful man in the city wanted you gone and this stranger on the other end of that little speaker box was your only hope? It read like an overdone novel, but you didn’t have much choice aside from turning the page.

You blinked back to your sordid reality, remembering the instructions about the mobile device in the drawer, which you pulled open to find a small, white remote. Simple controls. Push to speak and a couple volume buttons. You pressed the silver button in the center.

“Why should I believe you?”

“Because I’m the only hope ya got, doll.”

///

The first few days were the hardest. Despite Dabi’s overwhelming attempts at hospitality, you chose to stay curled up in bed for most of the first week. He had explained time and time again that you were more than welcome to explore the grounds, so long as you never entered his room.

Apparently, you were nestled in a mansion, far beyond the city limits. His personal home. There was a fully stocked kitchen, a library, a cozy living room, an impressive backyard complete with a pool, and even a private garden, according to him, but you hadn’t ventured outside the room.

He’d taken the time to describe your captivity activity options in detail, insisting that if there was anything at all that you couldn’t find, he’d retrieve it for you. He’d already ensured that your closet was full of an impressive wardrobe and pestered you to learn your favorite meals, so that he could ensure he obtained the correct ingredients for them.

He'd even successfully made some of them for the meals that he would leave outside your room like clockwork, three times a day. He’d check in on you from time to time, promising that he had shut off the security monitors in your room, which he had. He insisted he’d only had them active to watch for when you’d first awoken, because he didn’t want to leave you panicked in a locked room, which you weren’t sure if you’d believed, but he had seemed rather remorseful when he explained himself.

It seemed like he was trying. Between the various gifts he’d leave at your door and the little tidbits of himself or the world outside that he would share with you from time to time in an effort to make conversation, despite how stupid he felt whenever he tried. It seemed like he was telling the truth about his intentions after all, but you were still reluctant.

He sounded remorseful anytime his voice rang through the walls. Always apologizing. Always trying to explain that he only wanted to keep you safe. Telling you how vehemently he disagreed with his employer. How he was so desperate to leave, but he was trapped himself. In a different manner than you, of course, he confessed. He swore up and down how he wished that he could just let you return to the life you knew, but he knew that you wouldn’t be safe outside of these walls, where no one would think to look for you.

You didn’t know if those words brought you comfort or inspired more fear. The wrath of Enji Todoroki was nothing to laugh at, but you missed your home, your life, and your family, despite the way that your sisters treated you.

In a moment of weakness, you’d clutched the little white remote tight in your hand. Crying into the receiver about how even though your family were so cruel to you sometimes, even though your life was nothing spectacular, and even though your house didn’t feel quite like a home with how empty it felt having you as it’s only occupant, you still missed it. You still longed for what you knew, because at least you had hope when you had options. Here, you had nothing.

You weren’t sure if he had heard you. If he was waiting on the other end of the line, until you heard him clear his dry throat, followed by a confession of his own. Another apology poured from his lips, but not because of something that he had done. He offered up a sincere apology for the way that you felt about your life back at home and made a promise that he understood precisely what you were feeling. That peculiar notion of missing something that you knew wasn’t all that great to begin with, but you couldn’t help but be affected by its absence, because it was all that you’d ever known. He whispered his condolences to the hope that you had been holding onto and admitted that he’d had to let his own hope die a long time ago.

That was when you first genuinely considered that he was telling you the truth. Maybe it was the Stockholm syndrome hooking it’s claws into you or maybe it was your self-detrimental need to see the good in people, but you wanted to believe him, to commiserate with a soul as sorry as your own. So you tried.

“C-can I see you?”

He balked at your question, you almost repeated yourself, unsure of if he’d heard your query until he sputtered, “N-no.” He sighed, pinching the bridge of his nose. “I mean, ugh. Listen, I’m not..I don’t look anything like what you would expect, doll. I don’t want to scare you anymore than I already have.”

“I doubt that you could,” you scoffed, daring to let yourself genuinely laugh for a beat. “I’m not going to try and run or trick you or anything, I just..I just want some company.”

He paused, closing his eyes as he mulled it over, or pretended to, rather. He couldn’t fool himself, he didn’t want to say no to this. You were asking for his company. His. Sure, you didn’t have very many other options at the moment, but it meant a great deal to him nonetheless.

“Okay. On one condition.” He agreed, inevitably.

“What’s that?” You perked up, sitting up straighter in the bed as you cradled the device in your hand.

“You can’t look at me. Lights out. You turn one on and I’m gone. Okay?”

“Okay,” you smiled, and though he couldn’t see it, he could certainly hear it, feel it. Feel as it spread the first bit of warmth into his chest after such a long drought without anything of the sort. “That’s fine. I can do that. I promise.”

///

That evening, a gentle knock came to your door. You sat up in the bed, clicking a few buttons on a remote that killed every light source in the room, leaving you stranded in inky darkness.

“Come in,” your voice was more timid than you intended. A symptom of the nerves.

One side of the french doors creaked as it swung open and then shut again. You couldn’t see the figure in the room, but you could hear them; the quiet sound of socks on hardwood.

“Hi,” his deep voice was even smoother than it was over the intercom. It sounded the feeling of running your hands over thick velvet, leaving your skin pricked with goosebumps with only a single word.

“Hi,” you responded meekly, drawing your knees to your chest to wrap your arms around them as the man shuffled across the room to sit in the chair along the far wall. “Thank you for coming.”

“You’re too nice for your own good, aren’t you?” He spoke suddenly, his question sounding more like an accusation.

“W-what?”

“You’re thanking me, the man who’s keeping you here, for coming and paying you a visit in the dead of night.” He explained, a scoff leaving his throat. “Why? How do you know I’m not here for my own selfish reasons?”

“I..I-I don’t know, I just--,” you paused, anxiety bubbling in your chest. Was this a good idea? “I mean if you wanted to hurt me, you’d probably done so already, right? And what you were saying earlier, about how you understood what I was talking about, I just,” you shrugged, as if he could see. “It didn’t sound like you were lying.”

Silence fell. There was nothing to stimulate your senses while you held your breath, anxiously awaiting a response that finally came when he let out a long sigh.

“I wasn’t,” he smiled sadly to himself. “And I won't lay a finger on you, doll, I swear. I guess I’m really just asking myself why I’m even in here at all.”

“Aren’t you lonely?” You shocked the both of you with your inquiry and quickly tried to rectify your rudeness. “I’m sorry. I just mean, I know that I have been. People aren’t meant to be this alone, you know.”

A bitter laugh greeted you from the darkness, “I’ve been alone for a long, long time, sweetheart. I’m used to it.”

“Being used to something and being okay with it aren’t the same thing.” You brought your knees down, shuffling in the bed to bring yourself to sit on the edge.

Dabi’s eyes snapped to where you sat, wishing he could catch just a glimpse of you. His jaw fell open, but no words met yours. He didn’t have them.

“I should know,” you swallowed, tasting the sour memories crawling up the back of your throat, clawing their way to your tongue, begging to be relived.

“Your family isn’t very kind to you either.” He stated empathetically, “I know. I heard your sisters that night.”

“You..y-you were there? At the coffee shop?” You clutched the edge of the mattress, nervously wrestling with the sheets between your fingers.

“Yeah,” he sighed, feeling like a creep once again as he rubbed his face, kicking himself for saying anything. “I overheard the awful shit they said to you. Which was all incredibly incorrect, by the way. At least from what I can tell. Obviously, they’re jealous, but I don’t know where they get off thinking it’s all right to be such fucking bitches about it.”

You laughed quietly, unable to stop the sound as you listened to him gripe on your behalf. It felt good to make such a joyful noise after a week of barely making any noise at all.

He was pleasantly surprised to hear the melodic sound, smiling softly in your direction as he clarified, “I’m sorry. I guess I don’t really know ‘em, so maybe I can’t judge. But from my own experience with shit family members, it just seems like an accurate call.”

“Oh, no, you’re spot on.” You laugh again, but there's a twinge of malice behind this one. “They’re cunts. That’s, uh. That’s no secret. But they’re still my sisters,” you sigh. “My family really believes in that whole blood is thicker than water adage, which is a crock of shit, because no one can stand one another. It’s like they’re all just resigned to be bound to these people who they can barely tolerate when they have to and they’ve roped me into the same con.”

He scoffs, “That is a con. One that you don’t have to subscribe to. Forgive me for sounding like reprobate yet again, but from what I can tell, you’re a sweet girl. Smart too. You don’t need cunts like that dragging you down, family or otherwise.”

“Thank you,” you dangle your feet, shrinking yourself at the praise that stirs something inside your belly. Something that you certainly didn’t expect to feel this evening, warmth. “What about you though? You haven’t said much about them, but it sounds like you don’t exactly look forward to family gatherings.”

“Oh, if only you knew, princess.” He chuckled, deep and dark, and you could feel the vibrations across the hardwood floor as your toes touched down. “My family is a horror story and somehow I always end up being pegged as the monster.”

“I’ve always believed that most monsters are just misunderstood, personally.” You rose carefully from the bed, taking a cautious step forward. “Are you a monster like Ted Bundy or a monster like Frankenstein’s?”

“W-what do you mean?” He readjusted in his seat, clearing his throat to evict the waver in his voice.

“I mean,” you ventured closer, unable to ignore the strange, alluring pull that drew you nearer to the mysterious figure in the chair, “Are you an irredeemable predator who uses his charm to prey on young women for pleasure?”

You were almost close enough to touch him now, near enough to hear the way his breathing became unsteady. “Or were you only made to believe that you’re the monster when you’re really just a victim of someone else’s crimes?”

“I..I don’t--,” he shook his head, his voice breaking in two as he contemplated your words. He wanted to accept the salvation that you were offering to him. He never wanted to do the things that he had, but he’d still done them.

That was enough, wasn’t it? To make him the monster that he'd always believed he was? Why weren’t you afraid of him? Why were you standing so painfully close to him now? So close that he was able to recognize the perfume he’d gifted you wafting off of your neck, adding to the dizzying spiral in his brain.

“Frankenstein’s monster still did terrible things..” he clutched the arms of the chair, his knuckles paleing at the force of his grip.

“To the real monster of the story,” you knelt before him, blindly reaching out to find his hand in the darkness to ghost the pads of your fingers along his knuckles. “But he helped those that he could. He even saved some poor girl that he didn’t even know.”

You lifted your hand away when he flinched at your touch, speaking softly as you continued. “I’d sooner call him a hero for that. He wasn’t a monster at all, he just needed someone to save him from himself.”

He swallowed the sob bubbling in his chest, grateful for once that his tears could never come. His fingers spread out, cautiously trying to connect with yours again. When he found them, he wove his digits through yours and instantly felt as if he could breathe a little easier. Like an immense weight had finally been lifted off of his chest as he let out a breath that he didn’t realize he’d been holding.

“Thank you,” he whispered, his voice hoarse and almost broken.

You smiled sadly, looking up at the silhouette of his frame that you could just barely see now that your eyes had adjusted to the dark. Why was he so afraid to show you his face?

Your pressed your palm to his and had to catch yourself before you let a gasp slip from your lungs when you felt the cool, metallic ridges. He flinched again, trying to slip his fingers out from between yours, but you held fast, tightening your grasp.

“It’s okay,” you whispered, swiping your thumb against his, unfazed by the metal that you found there as well. “It doesn’t bother me. I’m not afraid of you, Dabi.”

“You would be if you saw me,” he whispered, feeling forlorn and fragile, smaller than he ever had. But he allowed a small spark to light in his chest as he replayed the sound of you saying his name in his mind.

“Looks aren’t everything, you know. They don’t matter to me. Not in the least,” you brought your other hand down carefully atop his, sliding your fingertips over the back of his hand, moving to begin to drag them over the differently textured skin. “May I?”

He inhaled sharply and paused, his hand trembling between yours as he let out an anxious sigh, “Yes,” he agreed, gripping the arm of the chair tight within his other hand as you let your fingertips glide along his arm.

You moved slowly, delicately soothing the skin beneath your touch. You dragged your fingers along the sleeve of his shirt, over the soft skin of his collarbone, then cool metal and scarred skin again.

“Tell me if you want me to stop, okay?” You stood slowly, hunching over him as your fingers danced over his neck to slide along his chin.

He could hardly breathe. He could feel your breath on his face as your warm hands skimmed over his cheek to slide behind his ear and into his hair, so that you could hold his jaw in your palm. “Is this okay?”

“Yes,” he sighed, closing his eyes, letting himself finally relax as you held his face in your hand. He leaned into it, letting his desperation to be touched in this way show and he didn’t seem to care anymore. He didn’t care to question it either; he just needed more of this. He felt like he would always need more of this.

You smiled softly, bringing your other hand up to assume the same position on the other side of his face and he didn’t hesitate to wrap his hand around your wrist, stroking his thumb against it slowly as you leaned in, giving in to that mysterious but powerful pull that drew you into him. You kissed him tenderly, half-expecting him to flinch away, but he didn’t.

He drew you closer, wrapping a thoughtful arm around your waist, bunching up the nightshirt that you wore as he pulled you into his lap, leaning in to the kiss to deepen it as he helped you settle across his thighs, your knees pushing into the plush upholstery of the chair when you straddled him.

Then he couldn’t ignore the thoughts permeating his mind, threatening to soil this perfect moment. He didn’t deserve this. He ought to push you off of him and head back to his room, but he couldn’t find the will to do so. He was lost, plummeting into unfamiliar territory that he never thought that he’d tread.

It felt so good just to be touched without someone jerking away from the texture of his skin, but to be touched like this, so gently. And to be touched by you? He was gone. Falling headfirst into the deep well of a daydream turned reality that he’d somehow stumbled himself into and he had no desire to climb back out.

Your arms encircled his neck while your fingers knit into his hair, moving up from his nape to cradle his head in your hands as your lips moved against one another’s. His hands found purchase on your bare thighs and you shuddered, moaning into his open mouth as his thumbs pressed on the innermost part of your thigh.

He pulled your lips back to his by taking your bottom lip between his teeth, sucking on it briefly while he let out a groan as you ground your hips on top of his, sending blood rushing to the tent in his sweats that was rapidly growing against the front of your dampening panties.

“Dabi,” you mewled breathlessly, earning another wanton groan from his chest that vibrated against your own before he claimed your swollen lips once more. He slipped his hands over your thighs, hooking his fingers beneath them to carry you to the bed.

“You don’t have to do this,” he panted, pressing his forehead to yours as he hovered above you.

“Please,” you implored him sweetly, splaying your fingers across his cheek while you lifted your lips to crash into his, speaking against them between breaths. “I want to.” You sigh softly, brushing your bottom lip along his, “Let me show you that you’re not the monster that you think you are.”

He sighed through his nose, a soft groan reverberating against your lips as his tongue slipped between them. You took that as permission and then it was a race to have the other undressed, your mouths barely parting as you stripped each other down in the darkness, using your hands to explore one another’s bodies, to become familiar with the uncharted territory that neither of you could wait to lay claim to.

Your blood was boiling, pooling in an unbearable heat between your thighs that you were desperate to extinguish. You couldn’t wait any longer, but he still seemed hesitant, despite how your bodies were writhing unabashedly against one another, so you took control.

You pressed your palm to his shoulder, pushing him on to his back, so you could straddle his hips. Leaning down, you sat forward to stroke his throbbing member, angling it just so as you kissed him hard and dropped your hips onto his length.

“Oh my God,” his back arched as your walls claimed all of him, his hands flying to your hips. His fingertips dug into your supple skin as he held them, thrusting up into you while your hands fell on his chest.

“Dabi,” you moaned, throwing your head back as you rutted your hips to meet his thrusts. You were so completely full, your walls contracting around his girth while the inertia amplified the way the head of his cock kissed your cervix. It was all so much. Too much, too soon.

“Dabi, oh fuck. O-oh my GOD. I-I’m gonna--,” You whined desperately, hurtling towards a full-body orgasm, a sensation you’d only felt once in your life before, but one that you recognized immediately.

“Fuck, baby, I know. ‘M so close. So fuckin’ close,” he growled, slamming into you even harder as you bounced helplessly on his cock.

Your orgasm hit your like a freight train, every nerve set ablaze at once as you wailed, a sinful song of transcendence that echoed off the walls like a celestial chorus.

He joined you in nirvana shortly after, your spasming walls catapulting him over the edge as he cried out and spilled into you, fast and fierce. The mess dribbled between your intertwined bodies, leaking out of your quivering hole and onto the sweat-soaked sheets beneath you as you collapsed on top of him.

His arms folded around you as if it were second nature, like something you’d rehearsed a thousand times before as you both lay there breathless, no longer able to consider yourselves strangers.

Thank you for reading! There is more of this story to tell, so I will be making a part two. Please like/comment/reblog if you enjoyed 💙

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Corruption | Bakugou Katsuki x Kirishima Eijirou x Reader

Welcome to another BNHArem server collab. This month the prompt was ✨Bakugou✨! And I promise this was in no way, shape or form my idea. It’s been a long, long time since I’ve written any KiriBaku threesomes, so I hope this is okay! No beta because I was too scared to ask someone to read 11k of my shit.

Please check out all the other amazing creators here.

We used some amazing random generator wheels to pick our prompts for this collab and I rolled Prison AU, “It’s called a hustle, sweetheart.” and Voyeurism. 

Summary: Bakugou & Kirishima are prison guards and they take a liking to the pretty new inmate.

Pairing: Bakugou Katsuki x Kirishima Eijirou x f!reader

Warnings: 18+, dub-con, prison!AU, coercion, manipulation, abuse of power, degradation, face fucking, spit, slapping, pussy slapping, spanking, voyeurism, rimming (m!receiving), double stuff/penetration (in the pussy), unprotected sex, squirting, overstimulation, gape, creampie.

Word Count: 11.1k

You’d expected prison to be bad, but nothing could have prepared you for your first time incarcerated. The same drip, drip of the faucet in your room sounding in your ears like a constant echo. Such a subtle noise but enough to drown out the shrill cries of the inmates residing in the other cells. Time seemed to go so slowly inside, twenty-four hours seemed like a week of hell. Trying to avoid counting down the minutes until you’d be able to leave this hellhole. You shouldn’t have even been incarcerated anyway, none of this was your fault.

You couldn’t place the exact moment when your life had gone awry, the day everything changed when you were thrust into these stone-cold walls. Had it been three weeks, or two?  Stuck like an animal in a cage as you tried to focus on anything but the days, hours, minutes that you had left in this place. Just trying to keep your head down and get out as quickly as possible. Although there was one person in particular that seemed to have other ideas for you, attempting to make your life difficult at any passing moment.

Bakugou was one of the top wardens in the prison, infamous among the staff and inmates. The staff revered his harsh stance on discipline, the air of confidence and power that exuded from him whenever he was in charge. You would think this would influence the inmates opinion of him, but it was quite the opposite. It wasn’t difficult to be intimated by the blond, who held an air of superiority around himself. You always felt nervous in his presence, afraid of doing the smallest thing wrong to upset him. Hearing stories about how he would add weeks or months onto your sentence for the smallest infractions without blinking an eye.

Warden Kirishima was nothing like Bakugou, a ray of sunshine inside the dreary four walls. The first time you’d seen him you’d been more frightened of him than any other guard. His sharp teeth and long black hair made him look intimidating as dark tattoos peeked out of the sleeves of his white shirt. But he’d been the best part of your prison experience so far. He was so kind, warm and considerate. Rubbing your back the first night when you swore you couldn’t do this, inviting you into his office for a cup of tea and some biscuits as he made you promise not to tell with a wink. He’d even given you a warm hug before he led you back into your cell, telling your cellmate that he’d taken you to get your commissary number. Whenever you saw him in the jail it instantly raised your mood, filling you with warmth whenever you caught his eye.

Of course, gossip was rife inside when all you have is time. Inmates would circulate stories about Warden Bakugou, wishing that they could sneak into the staff only areas to take a look at him changing, openly wishing he would come into their cells to do strip searches. Other inmates made jokes about dropping the soap in the shower just so he would come and help them, the desperation and need to be touched overwhelming when you’re denied the option.

You couldn’t deny he was attractive, staring longer than you probably should when he would do his daily patrols, moving to sit behind the security cameras in the middle of the mess hall as you ate your morning breakfast. It was better than watching television, you’d tell yourself, better than reading a book. You found yourself staring at him more and more often as the days went by, embarrassment flooding your body when he’d catch you and would stare back. A stoic expression on his face as you noticed the slight curl of his lip at the sight of you before you shifted your gaze down. Those vermilion orbs were too intense, too intimidating as you began picking at your prison-issue pants.

“Oi, 347,” Bakugou called from across the hall, the entire room seemingly coming to a quiet bustle as the other inmates stopped their rowdy behaviour to watch the interaction with interest. Your heart pounding in your chest when he repeated the number and you recognised it, your inmate number.

Looking up at him from his position behind his desk as he raised a hand, index finger raised as he made a come hither motion, the smirk on his face widening as you stood on shaky legs, fully aware of the multiple sets of eyes on you as you walked through the mess hall.

Mutterings of “Oh, she’s in trouble”, “I wonder what she did”, “I wish he’d call my number, he could bend me over that desk any day.” Reached your ears as you slowly dragged your feet towards him, stopping on the other side of the desk as he leaned back in his chair. Legs spread invitingly as his gaze flicked down to your chest and then back up.

“Did no one ever tell you it’s rude to stare, Princess?”

“Sorry, Sir.” You replied politely, trying to mask your annoyance at being called out in front of the entire block. You’d been doing such a good job at keeping your head down and keeping yourself out of trouble until this moment, and now every set of eyes was on you.

The quietest groan left his lips at the title, his hips shifting in the chair as he tried to alleviate the tension in his trousers, his cock straining against the fabric at the way the word sounded coming from your lips. Thinking about how you would sound choking on his cock as he held your face down on his crotch.

This was the moment that Bakugou Katsuki had decided that you would be his.

The only problem with Prison was the same issue you had on the outside. You couldn’t keep your mouth shut. You tried, oh how you tried, to be a model inmate. Hoping to get to the end of your sentence with no extra time served and be on your merry way, avoiding any potential altercations that came upon you. But things don’t always work out the way you’d like them to, and sometimes people just liked to piss you off.

A scream broke out in the mess hall as you threw a punch towards a brunette girl that knocked your lunch tray to the ground, your food scattering onto the concrete as the hall broke out into loud jeers. Every set of eyes watching the pair of you as you threw another hit, this one landing directly against her cheek.

“Fucking bitch.” You screamed, repeating the action as you caught her nose, hopeful that it broke as you watched blood begin to trickle down her chin.

Strong, tattooed arms grabbing you from behind as you were hoisted away from the other inmate, holding you in the air. A sheer act of dominance and power as you continued to thrash all your weight in his arms, your legs kicking out from under you as you tried to land a parting kick on the girl. Bakugou’s booming voice filled the hall as he tried to break the fight up, towering over your cellmate as she began to lie and plead for leniency.

“Calm it down, it’s okay.” You heard Warden Kirishima’s voice coo in your ear as he attempted to soothe you, his grip moving into almost a hug as he finally got you to stop moving enough to put you on your feet, “What the fuck happened?”

You knew better than to tell the wardens anything, smart enough to know how hellish life would be if you were branded a snitch in here. Shaking your head as you avert your gaze. Your chest heaving as you took in gasps of air, trying to calm your body down.

“What happened, man?” Kirishima called out to Bakugou who was coming back towards you, motioning for you to step inside your cell as he rattled his keys.

“Nothin’, ain’t that right?” He gave you a knowing look as he shut the cell door in your face, the window partition still open as his dark eyes met yours, “You got quite the fuckin’ mouth on ya, Princess”

“What are we gonna do with her if they’re not talking?” Kirishima glanced at you through the small window and then back at Bakugou.

“You got nothin’ to hide, have ya?” He gave you a smirk before shutting the partition.

Lounging in your cell and staring up at the cracks decorating the ceiling as time seemed to come to a near standstill. A minute outside felt like a lifetime incarcerated, making your countdown to freedom feel just that much longer. The bunk below you no longer occupied as your cellmate had just been released, leaving you feeling even more isolated and alone from the fact that she’d been able to escape this hellhole, to free herself from those proverbial chains whilst you remained here.

A loud bang broke you out of your thoughts as your eyes glanced towards the door, blinking at the blinding light that was now pointed towards your face.

“Get the fuck down and face the wall.” You heard the instruction, but your body was frozen in shock and confusion. Trying to blink away the white spots clouding your vision as the light was pointed directly into your eyes.

“I told you nothing happened earlier.” You spoke towards the door, groggy from sleep.

“Are you fuckin’ deaf?” He rasped, “I said get the fuck down.”

You felt a large palm wrap around your forearm, tugging harshly as you were pulled down from the top bunk. Your legs still tangled in your scratchy sheets as your thighs hit the concrete floor, wincing in pain as you flopped like a fish, trying to free yourself from the mess around your hips.

“What’s going on?” You murmured, trembling in his grip.

“Random cell search.” He grunted, feeling your body quiver against his touch.

“You can’t just do this—”

“Yeah? You can’t start fights and expect to get away with it.” Bakugou spat back, “So pathetic,”

Your eyes met the familiar vermilion gaze of warden Bakugou. His grip tightening against you as he hoisted you up, a boot stepping on your sheets to pull them from you as he moved to face the wall. A large palm splayed on the back of your head as he pressed you face-first against the cold brick, “Stay there, hands behind your back.”

You stood obediently, listening as he threw your cell, the loud clang of plastic cups hitting the floor and your few possessions scattered with little regard. Hearing the other inmates jeer from their cells, creating a ruckus as they called out for him to search their cells next.

“What are you looking for?” You rambled, “I don’t have anything—“

“I’ll be the judge of that,” He grunted, pulling your thin mattress down from your top bunk as you felt it hit the back of your thighs in the small cell.

“You didn’t even fucking knock.” You could feel yourself becoming more irate at the lack of care he had over your possessions, moving your head to the side as you ensured to keep your forehead pressed against the wall to watch him tearing down the photographs you’d pinned beside your bed.

“I don’t have to knock, Princess.” Bakugou scoffed, resting his boots on the side of the bunk as he hoisted himself to check the uncovered metal, “Remember who’s in charge.”

“You can’t just treat us like this.” You pressed, watching as the photographs ended up floating towards the floor, “It’s not fair.”

“I can do whatever the fuck I want,” Bakugou dropped himself back down onto the floor with a thud, turning to face you, “I control this place.”

Stepping closer to you as he wrapped a large palm around the wrists you kept behind your back, holding them tight as blunt fingernails dug into your skin. Pulling your body back against his as your shoulder blades met a wall of muscle, “I control you.”

You grudgingly arched your back, trying to move away from him as he pressed his lips against your ear, his warm breath scorching against your skin as he held up a small baggy in front of your face.

“Where the fuck have you been hiding this?” He snarled, his teeth catching against the shell of your ear as you looked at the bag in surprise. A white powder inside it, something you’d never seen before. ”Bet you’ve got a secret stash in here, hah?”

“What the fuck, that’s not mine-” Your eyes widened at the sight.

“Is this what the fight was about earlier? Drugs-” Bakugou pushed, tightening his grip on your wrists.

“N-no, it wasn’t. Please, I just-“ You panicked, maybe it belonged to your old cellmate and they’d left it here? “It might belong to Mina, she was here before. She could’ve left it—“

“Oh yeah?” He tightened his grip on your wrists as he pressed you back against the cold concrete, your cheek pressed against the wall as he pressed his body flush against you, “Real fuckin’ convenient that it belonged to your ex-celly huh, sweets.”

“It is, I would never-”

“Isn’t that why you were fighting your dealer in the mess hall, hah?” Bakugou scoffed, “What else ya got on ya?”

Bakugou’s hands were rough against your body as he began groping you in a crude form of patting you down. Coiling his arms around your frame to squeeze your breasts through your prison-issue shirt, palming at them as he felt your nipples stiffen to a peak, unable to resist rolling them through the fabric as his touch continued lower. Mapping out your curves as he pressed down on your abdomen, shifting your ass back against him as he let out a low groan. His hand delving between your parted thighs to cup your clothed sex, feeling the heat radiating from it through the thin fabric of your pants. Watching the way your body reacted to his touch as you melded into his touch, creating delicious friction against your mound as you let out a soft gasp. The sound like music to Bakugou’s ears as he rests his forehead against your shoulder, a low groan leaving his lips as he moved his hands to your ass.

“How do I know you’re not hiding anything else on you, Princess?” Bakugou husked, his palms kneading the supple globes of your ass as his thumb dipped between the curve, making you gasp as he ruts his clothed erection against you, “What else you got?”

“Nothing, please. I wouldn’t—”

“You leave me no choice,” Bakugou cut you off, pulling out the cuffs from his belt. Clipping both to your wrists as you felt the cold metal tighten against you, pinching at your skin as he stepped away to turn you. Moving you to face him so he was staring down at you, a large palm moving up to squeeze your cheeks as he pressed your lips together with a smirk.

“I promise, it’s not mine. I swear-“ you continued, voice muffled from his tight grip as tears began to pool in your lashes and spill down your cheeks.

“Aw, baby. I know, I know.” He cooed, feigning sincerity as he pressed a soft kiss to your temple, tucking the baggy into his pocket as he smirked against your skin, “It’s called a hustle, Sweetheart.”

Your eyes widened in realisation of what he’d done, an exaggerated display of planting the drugs in your cell, but why?

“Walkin’ around like you own the place,” Bakugou scoffed, “You gotta be reminded who the fuck is in charge, bitch.”

You tried to spit back a sarcastic retort, to tell him to fuck off and leave you alone. That you’d tell the head warden even if it meant you wound up in isolation the rest of your stay, just so you wouldn’t have any extra time. But your voice caught in your throat, your lips gaping like a fish as no words spilt out.

“Hurry the fuck up.” He snarled, holding onto your arm as he shoved you forward, the movement causing you to stumble over your bare feet as you were taken out of the cell. Walking through the block as the other inmates laughed and jeered from their cells, shouting out how you were in trouble now, some pleading for him to take them instead. You tried to hide your face, peering down at the ground so the other inmates wouldn’t see you in such a vulnerable state, not wanting to appear weak. Your lower lip quivering as you tried to fight back the fresh tears that threatened to fall.

“I haven’t got all day,” Bakugou rasped, pressing his security fob on the large metal doors to the solitary wing, a hand jabbing against your back as he pushed you forward, the cold sound of it locking behind him filling the air as you were suddenly met with an eerie silence. The loud cries from the main cell block fading into the distance as the only sound echoing was the soft patter of your feet against the concrete floor and the thud of Bakugou’s thick work boots.

“Too fuckin’ easy,” Bakugou muttered, opening the door to one of the isolation cells as he shoved you inside. Stepping into the cramped room behind you as his large body seemed to fill the limited space effortlessly. The single bed flush against the wall with a thin mattress on top, a blanket neatly folded to the side. A flat surface attached to the wall with a metal seat secured to the ground as a makeshift table and chair and toilet with sink on top to the side of the room the only other amenities inside.

“You had such a mouth on you earlier, Princess.” Bakugou scoffed, “Real quiet now, ain’tcha.”

“You can’t fucking do this.” You muttered, trying to hide how upset you really were.

“Oh yeah?.” Bakugou replied cockily, “It looks like I fuckin’ can.”

The entire block felt desolate, as though you could scream for hours and no one could hear you. You were trapped. Your legs began to quiver as you felt Bakugou’s frame towering over you as he turned you to face him.

“That wasn’t so bad, was it?” He murmured softly, dragging his knuckles against your cheek as you involuntarily kept your head down, deliberately trying to avoid his gaze. “Oi, ‘m talkin’ to you.”

Bakugou’s hand moved to the base of your neck, blunt nails digging into your scalp as he twisted your head up to face him. His red orbs looked threatening as he glowered down at you with a scowl, “Better listen to me carefully, Sweetheart. Cause it looks like you’re gonna be stuck in here for a while.”

“But I didn’t do anything.” You winced at the pain, eyes narrowing as you tried to follow his moments to ease the tension.

“Oh yeah?” Bakugou laughed, “Let’s put you in front of the head officer and see what he has to say, hah? I’m sure this will be a nice little six months added to your sentence.”

He couldn’t be serious, this wasn’t happening right now. This was the kind of thing that happened in the movies, those crime series that had a villain dirty cop that would get caught in the end. It didn’t happen in real life, and it most certainly didn’t happen to you.

“No, please.” Your stomach lurched at the thought, the past two weeks had already been hell. You didn’t even want to imagine adding more time to it, “I can’t—”

“That’s why you were fighting right? Issues with your dealer. No wonder you didn’t wanna talk.”

“No.” You tensed, “It wasn’t, I swear-”

“I can make this all go away, Princess.” Bakugou murmured, raising his palm to cup your cheek gently, his thumb running over your bottom lip as he dragged it down, letting it flick back up as he moved the hand down to your shoulder, placing a light pressure against it, “You just gotta do a little somethin’ for me.”

“I’ll do anything, please-” You were far too eager to comply, prepared to do whatever it took to get yourself out of this situation. You could already feel how close you were to freedom, managing to stay your sentence without any extra time added. Your parole hearing was coming up and you couldn’t afford to let anything bad happen that may jeopardise it.

“Hm, how about this-” Bakugou feigned ignorance, narrowing his eyes as he gave you a small smile, “You suck my cock, and all of this will go away.”

“I can’t do that-” You didn’t even give his proposal a second thought, embarrassment already flooding through you. No matter how attractive he was, you didn’t want to stoop to that level.

“You know how hard I could make your life in here if you don’t,”

“Are you threatening me? I could report you to your senior officer.” You tried to call his bluff, desperate to get yourself out of this situation.

“And who dya think he’s going to believe?” Bakugou grinned, “The inmate that just got caught with a gram of coke in her cell and who got caught fighting with her dealer the same damn day, or me?”

“I--” You chewed the inside of your cheek, shuffling your feet against the cold concrete floor as you assessed your situation, you really were screwed.

“You wouldn’t wanna be on my bad side in here, Sweetheart,” Bakugou whispered.

“And that’s it?” Your toes shuffled against the cold ground as you weighed up your options, if you just did this for him he’d be satiated enough to let you go. You wouldn’t have any extra time on your sentence and this hellish ordeal would be over soon. Certain you’d be able to last the final few weeks of your incarceration with no trouble, “I suck your dick and this all goes away?”

“Yeah, course it is Sweetheart.” Bakugou rasped, “It’ll be so much easier for you if you do it my way.”

“Why me?” You mumbled, worrying your lower lip between your teeth as you tried to fight back tears, the words catching in your throat as you sniffled.

There were hundreds of rowdy inmates that had made it more than clear they’d want a night with Warden Bakugou, practically throwing themselves at the officer without an ounce of decorum. Unless maybe he was doing it with them too and you were just another notch to add to his list, his job giving him the ability to do whatever he wanted.

“Have you seen yourself, Princess? Of course, it was gonna be you.” Bakugou pressed his lips to yours in a rough kiss, taking advantage of your surprise as he slipped his tongue between your parted lips. Your head knocking back against the wall with a dull thud as he deepened the kiss, his tongue stroking against yours as he let out an uncharacteristically soft groan that was drowned out by your lips, “I’m gonna uncuff you now, yeah? You gonna be good?”

You nodded your head silently, the bite of the metal already rubbing against your skin as you were eager to get them off, waiting obediently for him to unfasten them as you moved your hands back to your front. Rubbing your wrists where the cuffs had dug into them to try and soothe the throb.

“See, I can stick to my word too.” Bakugou pressed down on your shoulders in a subtle hint for you to drop to your knees, “Be a good girl and this all goes away.”

Following his silent order, the cold from the ground penetrated through your skin as you looked up at Bakugou obediently. Taking a deep breath through your nose as he unbuckled his belt. Deft fingers moving to unbutton his trousers before tugging down the fly. The sight of his cock tenting beneath his briefs had your cunt clenching in trepidation. His pre darkening the fabric as he placed a palm on the back of your head to press your face flush against his crotch.

“You’ve no fuckin’ idea how much I’ve been thinking about this, Princess,” Bakugou growled, rolling his hips as he ground you against his clothed cock, the musky scent of him overwhelming as you breathed it in.

The sight of you on your knees beneath him had his cock stirring in his pants, painfully hard against the fabric as he watched how willing and eager you were to please him. He’d lost count of the number of times he’d stroked himself raw to the thought of your pretty lips wrapped around him. Making special detours on his cell walkthroughs just to catch you as you were changing, or interrupting the female wardens while they were watching you shower to catch a glimpse of you naked.

“You want my cock, yeah?” He rasped, dipping his thumbs into the hem of his boxers, tugging the fabric down to reveal the trail of hair scattered around his abdomen.

You took a deep breath, looking up at him with that wide-eyed doe gaze as you nodded in affirmation. Placing your hands in your lap as Bakugou pulled his boxers down, freeing his aching cock. He was bigger than you’d expected, his thick length curving towards his abdomen as the head bulged at the top. Thick pre-cum spilling from the tip and trailing down the underside as you involuntarily licked your lips at the sight.

“Don’t think I haven’t seen the way you look at me, Sweetheart.” Bakugou wrapped a large fist around his length, hissing in relief as he gave himself a teasing pump. The pinkish tip drooling with pre as he urged his hips forward, dragging it along your cheek as he left a silvery trail of his slick against your skin, “Say it.”

“I want your cock.” You felt Bakugou’s hips stutter at the sound of the words leaving your lips. The sound of it coming from you was like music to his ears, his cock twitching in his hand as he satiated the throb with a flick of his wrist. Half-lidded eyes gazing down at you as he leaned forward.

“Good fuckin’ girl.” Bakugou growled, pressing the mushroomed head against your lips as it dragged against them, opening your mouth wide to accommodate his girth, “Fuck.”

The flat of your tongue pressed against the underside of his cock as he gave soft, shallow thrusts inside your warm mouth. His fingers holding onto your face as he watched more and more of his length disappear inside you.

“That’s it-” Bakugou growled, shifting his hips so his body curved over you, leaning his forearm against the cold wall as he watched you take his cock.

“Watch the fuckin’ teeth, Princess.” Bakugou hissed as he felt your jaw seize around him, your teeth dragging along him as his hips jerked. You tried to relax, to remember to breathe through your nose as you hollow your cheeks, sucking him tightly. Hoping that the quicker you made him cum, the sooner he would return you to your cell so you could forget this ever happened.

Each roll of his hips has more of his thick cock slipping inside your mouth, his palm moving to the back of your head to hold you down on his crotch. Pushing you down further on his length until the trimmed hair at the base of his cock tickled your nose. Holding you steady as he forced you to take him all, watching as your cheeks darkened and your eyes watered. Your hands moving up to push at his thighs as you struggled against his grip, the desire to breathe overwhelming as you tried to push him away. Feeling yourself becoming lightheaded from lack of oxygen as you began to cough and splutter around him, your throat constricting as the sensation flowed directly through his cock. The sensation made him groan out in pleasure as he finally eased his grip on your head, allowing you up for air as you continued to splutter, drool dripping down your chin as you gulped in mouthfuls of air.

“Such a good cocksucker.” Bakugou grabbed a handful of your hair in a fist, tugging at the roof as he angled your head towards him, “Open.”

You opened your mouth obediently as Bakugou curled his lips into a pout. His throat bobbing before he spat down, the sound causing your neglected clit to throb between your thighs as the liquid hit the back of your throat. Gagging slightly as Bakugou pressed his cock back inside you, making you slobber all over him as he began a harsh pace.

“Where’d you learn to suck cock like this? Being a little slut on the outside, hah?” He smirked as he held your head steady, forcing his cock inside your warmth as he fucked your face. Each brutal pump had his fat tip hitting the back of your throat, fresh tears clumping in your lashes as he buried himself deep inside you.

“Fuck yes,” He hissed, pulling his cock out of your mouth to the tip before snapping his hips forward, burying himself to the hilt. Repeating the motion as he watched the way your head followed his movements, trying to pull him back in.

You truly were a desperate slut.

“God, you feel so fuckin’ good,” Bakugou growled, the jingle of his belt buckle shaking with each harsh thrust echoed through the cell, mingling with his gruff pants as he fucked himself into you.

Every so often he’d bottom inside you, holding the back of your head securely so you couldn’t move away. His balls snug against your chin as he buried himself in your throat. Listening with glee at the sounds of you choking around his girth. Your hands coming up to claw at the tops of his thighs, your nails dragging along the exposed skin as you tried to push him back. Your lungs crying out for air as you began to feel woozy from the lack of oxygen, desperately trying to breathe through your nose.

“Messy bitch.” Bakugou finally easing his hips back to give you relief as a mixture of cum and spit dribbled down your chin and onto your shirt, spluttering as you gasped for air. Bakugou’s large palm gave a harsh slap to your cheek, the sound ringing around the small cell as your skin began to prickle.

“That’s it?” You croaked, your throat hoarse from the abuse you’d just endured, “We’re done.”

“Done?” Bakugou scoffed, “We’re nowhere near done. I didn’t even cum.”

“W-what?” You stared in disbelief as Bakugou’s eyes were unwavering.

“That was for the drugs in your cell.” Bakugou grinned, “We still had to break up that little fight you started.”

“But it wasn’t me” You felt trapped, certain that no one would hear you if you screamed out for help. He’d deliberately taken you here to isolate you.

“Who you think they’re going to believe, Princess?” Bakugou tapped your cheek gently, “Cause I promise, it won’t be you.”

“But you said—“ Your eyes widened as Bakugou hoisted you back to your feet with ease, caging you against the cell wall.

“I also said I wouldn’t tell the senior officer about your little habit, Princess.” Bakugou smirked at the fear that etched onto your features, “Now strip.”

You couldn’t do more time inside, you needed to get out.

“I know you want me as much as I want you.” Bakugou smirked, “I’ve seen the way you look at me.”

You couldn’t even deny it, he’d caught you staring at him enough times. Although, even if you did want him you didn’t want it to happen like this. Nervously shifting your feet as you moved shaky hands to the bottom of your prison-issue shirt, lifting the fabric up and over your head as you let it pool on the ground. Your nipples turned to stiff peaks in the cold room as Bakugou’s hungry gaze roamed your exposed skin.

“Atta girl-“ Bakugou smirked, moving a large hand down to fist his still-hard cock, fingertips brushing against his balls as he watched you obediently disrobe for him, “And the rest.”

You tugged your pants and panties down with one movement, letting them fall to your feet as you stepped out of it. Bakugou sucked in a gasp as he took in the sight of you completely naked for him.

“You’ve got such a nice pair of tits.” Bakugou cupped one in his hand, squeezing the supple skin gently as you bit down on your bottom lip, “You have no idea how much I wanted to touch them when you’re in the showers.”

His thumbs brushing over your taut nipples, rolling them against his calloused pads as he gauged your reaction. Your nose scrunched as you tried to bite back a moan that threatened to slip out, Bakugou’s fingers pinching and twisting your skin.

“So fuckin’ pretty.” He cooed, almost endearingly as he arched his back, wrapping his lips around the hardened nub.

You gasped as Bakugou began to suck at your chest, his teeth latching down onto the skin as he palmed them other in his hand. Tugging at the stiffened nub as he pulled away from your body, feeling the way your back arched into his touch. His tongue salving at the mark after to ease the pain, lewd sounds filling the cell as his hands began to trail down your body. Mapping your curves as his fingers hovered just above your mound.

“When’s the last time you had somethin’ in here, hah?” Bakugou blew cold air against your nipple, drying his spit against it as you let out a soft groan. Pressing kisses against your sternum, moving to give the other breast the same attention. His fingers tracing along your outer labia as your body responded to his touch.

“Don’t remember.” You murmured, feeling him spread your lower lips with his index and ring fingers.

“Fuck,” he growled against your skin, “You mean you haven’t been playin’ with your pretty little pussy in here?”

“N-no,” You trembled, your cellmate had shared the same cell with you since you’d arrived here, touching yourself had been the last thing on your mind.

“That’s why you’re acting like a blushin’ virgin, ain’t it?” He groaned, “But I’ve been touching myself to you, Sweetheart. Thinking about what it’d be like to split you apart on my cock.”

His words had your cunt throbbing, clenching around nothing as you felt the want and desire seeping off him. Making it abundantly clear just how he felt about you, making you feel wanted and needed. Bakugou slipped his middle finger between your parted folds, feeling your slick against the dainty flesh as he tapped against your sensitive clit.

The motion caused your hips to buck erratically, desperate to feel more of the sensation as you let out a low keen. Your hands immediately reached up to grip his shoulders as your legs began to shake, afraid they might cave in.

“Shit, you’re fuckin’ sensitive,” Bakugou growled, his eyes rolling back at the thought as fresh pre began to leak from his thick tip.

His finger slipped lower as more of your essence coated him, circling your tight entrance as he felt the way your walls fluttered around the tip of his digit, your body trying to suck him inside. His lips curving into a smirk against your chest as he felt the way your body moved for him, spreading his fingers wider to pull back the hood of your clit before tapping his soaked middle finger against it. Making you cry out for him, your fingernails digging into his shoulders as you clung to him.

“Fuck, you gonna cum?” He flicked the sensitive nub from side to side, moving his face back from your chest to watch the way your lips curved into a pout and your eyes glazed over, “Barely even touched ya.”

Your toes began to curl as you felt your release creeping up on you, your pretty moans becoming louder as Bakugou worked you towards your release before he stopped. Moving his finger away from your clit with a smirk, his fingers trailing lower as they pressed against your slick entrance.

“The first time you’re going to cum will be on my cock, got it?” Bakugou grunted as he pressed a solo digit inside your sopping walls. Grunting as he felt how tight you were around him, curling at the knuckle as he began to drag the calloused pad against the spongy spot inside you. Making you cry out for him in the empty cell, “I’ve spent too fuckin’ long thinkin’ about this.”

A lewd squelch filling the room as he slowly slipped another finger into your dripping sex, stretching you out as he began to scissor them inside you. You could feel the desire building inside you, threatening to burst as you felt your body teetering on the edge of your climax. Your soft pants turning into loud cries as you ground yourself against his touch, desperately trying to get him to press against the same spot inside you that would have you seeing stars.

“Oi, what did I fuckin’ say? Dirty bitch.” Bakugou pressed the heel of his palm against your clit as he stopped moving his fingers, watching as you greedily ground yourself on him, “You better not fuckin’ cum.”

“Please-“ You gasped, using his shoulders as leverage as you tried to get yourself off against him, “I need it-“

“You were acting like you didn’t want it a second ago,” Bakugou smirked, pulling his fingers out of your sloppy pussy as you cried in need, “Funny what a few fingers’ll do to a fuckin’ slut, hah?”

You couldn’t help it, your body betrayed your mind as your cunt continued to throb between your thighs. A tingling sensation etched through you as you imagined how he would feel buried deep inside your walls, the dull stretch of his thick girth against you as he fucked you open. The enclosed space felt so warm, humidity creating a light sheen of sweat against your skin as you sucked in a breath. Trying to clear the haze that clouded your mind as Bakugou tugged your body forward, motioning towards the simple bed that sat along the back wall of the cell.

Bakugou sat back on the thin mattress, spreading his legs as his pants bunched around his ankles, motioning for you to step closer. Shuffling nervously as you moved to stand in between his legs, a surprised gasp leaving your lips when his large palms grasped your hips, turning you away from him as he gave your ass a harsh spank. The sound echoing in the cell as you gasped in surprise, repeating the motion on the other cheek as he watched the way your ass rippled for him. The skin darkened against his touch as he continued to land smack after harsh smack on your rear. Tears welled in your lash line as you fought to blink them back, luring you into a false sense of security as he began to soothe his warm hand against the skin before pulling back to give another harsh spank.

“God, you’re fuckin’ perfect.” Bakugou groaned as he held his cock at the base, using his grip on your hips to pull you back against him. The length disappeared between the curve of your ass as he ground himself against you, savouring the sensation before he moved the tip to rest against your entrance.

“Oh, fuck.” Bakugou grunted when he felt the tip of his cock slowly disappearing inside your tight walls, squeezing him harshly as he gave a few shallow thrusts. Even with prep, you were clamping down around him viciously, your hands clinging to his knees as you tried to ignore the ache between your thighs.

“Oi, relax.” Bakugou pushed you down further on his length, a whimper leaving your lips as you tried to accommodate his size. He was definitely bigger than anyone you’d been with before, your breath coming out in soft, shallow pants as he slipped more of himself inside your entrance, “So fuckin’ tight.”

Bakugou snapped his hips, pulling a sultry moan from your lips as he started a harsh pace. Fingertips digging into your hips as he bounced you on his cock. Your inner walls pulsing around him as he buried more of himself inside your tightness. Groaning when he felt the curve of your ass meet the trimmed hairs at the base of his cock, resting you against his pelvis as he cherished the sensation of your cunt completely stuffed by his girth.

“Fuck yes.” He hissed, moving a hand up to palm your tit as he began bouncing you on his lap, each upward movement had the thick veins that scattered his cock catching against your velvety walls, almost as if trying to stop him from pulling out as he plunged you back down on his length over and over. The sounds leaving your lips only goading him on as he kept his harsh pace.

“Woah, what’s going on here?” Your eyes snapped open as you looked towards the open door to the cell, feeling relief when you saw Kirishima standing in the doorway. Instantly expecting him to tell Bakugou to get away from you so he could take you back to your cell, rubbing soothing circles against your back on the way. Or maybe he’d take you back to your office first, to tell you everything was going to be okay.

“Kirishima,” You mumbled with a small smile.

“You sayin’ his name when I’m balls deep inside you, Princess?” Bakugou snarled, his lips biting down on the apex of your neck as your back arched in a mixture of pain and pleasure. Pushing yourself down on his lap harder as he slipped one of your thighs over his, spreading your legs further apart to show Kirishima how deep he was inside your tight cunt.

“What? You think he’s nicer?” Bakugou scoffed, “I wouldn’t be so sure.”

What you didn’t expect was for Kirishima’s hands to move down to his belt, unbuckling it as he let it hang around his hips, “Sorry ‘m late. I got stuck doing the last cell walkthrough.”

Your heart sunk at the realisation of why he was here. Eyes widening when you noticed the bulge in his boxers. The man was built like a tank and his lower half seemed no different. Your cunt clenching around Bakugou when Kirishima’s cock sprang free. You could tell how weighty it was from the way it flopped down, Kirishima’s thumb swiping at the large ooze of pre that leaked from the tip as he smoothed it down his length. Thick, fat veins scattered along him and only added to his sheer mass. His fist unable to contain his entire length as the glistening tip sat at the top. Watching the way Kirishima curled his wrist to palm his mushroomed head with each pump of his hand. Soft moans leaving his lips as he watched Bakugou continue to fuck into your sloppy pussy.

“Wow, she really likes it, doesn’t she?” Kirishima’s gaze moved to the mixture of your slick that coated Bakugou’s cock, glistening from the intense white lights that littered the hallway, “She’s soaked.”

“Feels so fuckin’ good too.” Bakugou grunted, his hands firm on your hips as he bounced you on his cock, “So tight.”

“I hope she’s still tight for me when you’re done with her.” Kirishima teased, giving you a toothy smile as he rolled his hips into his fist. His tip leaking cum as he smoothed it along his length, emphasising his sheer size.

“You’ll fuckin’ rip her in half with that thing,” Bakugou smirked, half-joking as he felt your cunt clench around him in trepidation.

“Huh? What was that? You want him to rip you apart, don’tcha.” Bakugou’s lips curved into a smirk against your ear, nibbling at the lobe as he pushed you down on his cock.

“N-no, please.” You spluttered, trying to ignore the pleasure flowing through you, “I don’t—”

“Liar.” Bakugou rasped, his grip on your hips tightening almost painfully as he held you down on his cock, “At least your pussys fuckin’ honest. Can feel it squeezin’ my dick off.”

You couldn’t take your eyes off the sight of Kirishima stroking his fat cock, the prominent veins that scattered along it only aiding it in appearing larger as you felt a pit form in your stomach at the thought of trying to get him to fit. There was surely no way you’d be able to squeeze him inside your velvety walls, a gentle throb panged between your thighs at the thought. Kirishima’s hands were big but somehow wrapped around his cock they appeared much smaller, a subtle indication of his sheer mass. His fist moved back towards the messy black curls at the base of his cock as he leaned his head forward to spit, the moisture glistening as it landed along his length, his hand smoothing it along his length as lubrication as he continued to stroke himself.  

“Did you tell her how long we’ve been thinking about this, Bakugou?” Kirishima asked, his hand pumping his cock with no sense of urgency as he watched the scene in front of him.

“Oh yeah, she knows.”

You could feel desire boiling in your belly, coaxing you towards your release as your breasts bounced with each pronounced thrust of Bakugou’s hips. Kirishima’s eyes glazed with lust as he took a step closer, the room hazy with desire as the heat built within the small cell.

“She’s gonna cum.” Kirishima groaned, using his other hand to palm his balls as he watched the blissful expression on your face, your lips contorted into an ‘o’ as Bakugou moved four fingers to your clit, rubbing harsh circles against it as he worked you towards your release.

“You gonna cum, yeah?” Bakugou taunted, “You like Kiri watching while I’m fuckin’ your insides raw?”

You did, you really fucking did. Your entire body felt hot, a scorching fire flowing through your veins as you embraced the sensation, an indescribable euphoria taking over as Bakugou’s cock curved towards that spongy spot inside you with precision. Each thrust dragging his cock against it as you felt yourself dancing on the edge of another orgasm, unable to think straight as you continued to mindlessly babble.

“Oh, you nasty bitch.” Bakugou grunted when he felt you writhe on his lap, a loud cry leaving your lips as you spasmed against him, “Maybe we should fuck you in front of the entire block so everyone can see what a slut you really are.”

Bakugou’s harsh words had you tumbling into a blinding climax, a sharp cry leaving your lips as you came undone around him. Your inner walls clamping down on his cock as you began to milk him, your thighs immediately squeezing together as you tried to stop Bakugou from continuing his pace inside your sensitive cunt, your chest heaving as you rode out the pleasure of your release.

Kirishima’s hand moved out to grasp your calf, tugging it as he kept your legs spread. Ruby eyes watching as you creamed on his best friend's cock, licking his lips as your cunt clamped down around him. His mind immediately going to how you’d feel clenching around his cock in the aftershocks of your orgasm, milking him the same way you were currently fluttering around Bakugou.

“She fucking loves it, Bro.” Kirishima watched in awe as your cunt gushed around Bakugou’s girth, leaving rings of your release around his base and trickling down onto his balls.

Unable to resist leaning forward to thumb your sensitive clit, watching the way you tried to shrink away from him. The sensation was overwhelming as your body gently shook on Bakugou’s lap, a high-pitched cry leaving your lips.

“Told ya I’d have you creamin’ my cock, Sweetheart,” Bakugou smirked, pressing a kiss to your cheek as Kirishima explored your naked body. Making up for lost time as he tweaked your taut nipples, laughing at the gasp that left your lips when Bakugou started up a languid pace inside you again.

“Hey, I thought it was my turn.” Kirishima gave a small pout as he flicked your clit, pulling a soft gasp from your lips as he mimicked the motion, desperate for you to repeat the sound.

“I ain’t even cum once, shitty hair.” Bakugou grunted, cherishing the feel of your walls clenching around him in the tremors of your climax, “Try her mouth, she’s good-“

“Good, yeah?” Kirishima’s hand curled around your neck, his thumb stroking along your cheek as he angled you towards his length, “Why don’t you show me, baby.”

You were so keen to please Kirishima as you leaned forward, moving your face towards his leaking cock. Your jaw still sore from Bakugou’s assault on your mouth as you opened your mouth to slip your tongue out. Ignoring the ache as you gave his tip a teasing kitten lick, tasting his pre on your tongue with a moan. He seemed much gentler than Bakugou, kinder even. The suggestion made you lean into his touch as you sought to please him, listening to him gently coo down at you as he urged you to take more of him inside you.

“Look so pretty like this for me.” He murmured, groaning when your tongue curled around his bulging tip, pressing against his slit as you lapped at the fresh pre that gathered there.

Kirishima let his pants fall around his ankles, stepping closer as he watched you try to take more of him in. Slowly rolling his hips as he began to languidly fuck your face, listening to all the pretty sounds you made around him. He was far gentler than Bakugou, so much kinder as he gave slow, steady movements. It made you so eager to please him, to make him feel good. Your hand reached out to cup his balls as he gave a jerk of his hips, involuntarily pushing his massive girth deep inside you. The tip hitting the back of your throat as your teeth scraped against the underside of his cock, the sensation making him groan in pleasure as he tightened his grip on your neck.

“Told ya, she’s fuckin’ good,” Bakugou grunted, continuing to grind you on his lap as Kirishima used your mouth. The black-haired man nodded in agreement as you continued to lap at his length.

You were so pretty like this, even more so than he could have imagined. Your pouty lips a cherry red from the assault by Bakugou moments earlier, your cheeks stained with tears as Kirishima stroked his hand along your cheek gently.

“That tongue,” Kirishima growled, pulling you off his length with a pop as you looked up at him obediently with innocent eyes.

His palm wrapped around his wet cock as he smacked his lips, holding his hardness up towards his chest as he began to pump himself, his balls tight at the base as he motioned for you to suck them. Your tongue stroking along the sac before taking one into your mouth. Drool spilling out from your lips as you hummed, sending pleasurable vibrations along him as he threw his head back in euphoria.

“Fuck,” Kirishima groaned, your nose nuzzling the base of his cock as his fist lightly knocked against your face with each jerk of his wrist, “Feels so good.”

Kirishima’s hand moved to curve into your hair, tightening at the root as his blunt nails dragged against your scalp, moving your head lower. Your eyes widened in surprise as you tried to move away, Kirishima gently hushing you as he pressed your lips to his taint. You moaned against it as Bakugou fucked up into your aching cunt, groaning at the way you fluttered around him as he watched you lap at his friend lazily.

“Such a filthy girl,” Bakugou growled, his fingers digging into the swell of your ass.

Kirishima spread his legs, cooing down at you to be a good girl, his good girl. The praise swirling around inside you and going straight to your clit as you obeyed when he pushed you further. Your tongue meeting the tight rim of his ass with your nose snug against his taint. It was filthy, depraved and something you’d never done before. His hand holding you steady to ensure you didn’t pull away, keeping you tight against him. The flat of your tongue slipped between his cheeks as he reached a hand around to spread himself open, trying to give you more room as you obediently prodded the tip of your tongue against his entrance. Kirishima’s pupils dilated as he gazed down at you, soft grunts leaving his lips as your body shuddered beneath him.

“I fuckin’ told you she was a nasty bitch, man.” Bakugou groaned as he increased his pace, pushing you harder against Kirishima’s sturdy frame as your tongue breached the first rim of his asshole. Making the man above you let out a loud moan as he tightened his grip on your hair, grinding himself on your mouth as he fucked your face, “Got such a mouth on ‘er.”

“Fuck yes,” Kirishima hissed as he continued pumping his cock, craning his head to watch the way you lapped at his hole, dipping your tongue in and out as it flittered around you. Kirishima’s knuckles turning white as he tightened his grip around his cock, pronounced veins bulging in his hand and leading up his forearm as he stroked himself with more vigour.

It all felt so dirty, so illicit as Kirishima began to gently rock his hips against your tongue, allowing you to probe deeper as you poked and prodded against his inner walls. His cock bobbing against your head as you felt Bakugou continue to sloppily thrust into your cunt, red eyes fixed on the sight in front of him.

“God, I need to feel her,” Kirishima growled breathlessly, pulling you away from his rim with a tug at your hair, pulling at your scalp as you let out a lewd whine. Your body quivering as Bakugou pulled your back against his clothed chest, slipping his forearms underneath your thighs to bring your legs up towards your body as he effectively bent you in half.

“You’re so messy, baby.” Kirishima cooed, scooping up some of your creamy slick from the base of Bakugou’s cock and smoothing it over your folds. Circling your clit gently before sliding down to where Bakugou was splitting you apart on his cock, “Think you can fit more in there for us? Be our good little girl.”

Your eyes widened when you felt Kirishima press the tip of his index finger against your entrance, pushing against your silky walls as he slipped inside you to the first knuckle along with Bakugou’s cock. You already felt completely stretched, but this? This felt like something else.

“I can’t, Kiri.” You mumbled, your nose scrunched from the pain as you wriggled against him, “Hurts.” You whined, feeling the dull ache between your thighs.

“You’re doin’ so well, babe. Do it for me, yeah?” Kirishima cooed, pressing soft kisses against your cheek as he pressed his finger deeper inside.

“Fuck,” Bakugou snarled, giving a harsh rut of his hips at the sensation as Kirishima began to pump his solo finger in time with his friend’s thrusts, watching your face contort in pleasure as he filled you up with more.

“That’s it, Baby. Takin’ us both so well aren’tcha? I knew you could do it.” Kirishima continued the praise, hooking his middle finger into your cunt to join the other as he curled them. Pumping them in and out slowly as he watched for your reaction, feeling you throb around him.

“Just put it in man, she can take it.” Bakugou was becoming impatient, shifting your weight on his lap as his forearms tightened against your thighs. Ensuring you couldn’t move away as Kirishima pulled his two fingers from your tight sex, cleaning them off against your inner thigh before bending his knees to line himself up with your drooling cunt. Realisation dawned on you what they were about to do as you began to thrash on Bakugou’s lap, pleading with them not to do it as you struggled to move out of his tight grip.

“S’not gonna fit.” You whined, feeling Kirishima press the mushroomed head of his cock against Bakugou, using the tips of his fingers to press himself inside your tight entrance along with his best friend, “S’way too big.”

“Oh, I’ll make it fit,” Kirishima growled, a dark tone in his voice unlike you’d ever heard him sound. It was almost menacing as you felt your cunt clench in fear, wide eyes watching as he slowly began to push himself forward, “Gonna fucking ruin you, baby.”

“Fuck, she loved that. I can feel her squeezin’ my cock.” Bakugou groaned as you sniffled at the stretch. Feeling Bakugou move a hand up to palm your neglected breasts, biting down on your neck gently to try and distract you from the sensation.

“You’re gonna have to fucking relax it you don’t want it to hurt.” Kirishima groaned, trying to force his cock inside your tight cunt. Wrecked sobs leaving your lips as you lay your head back on Bakugou’s broad shoulder, trying to ignore the stinging sensation between your thighs as Kirishima moved his other hand to rub soothing circles to your clit.

“Hold her tight,” Kirishima ordered Bakugou who spat back that he was, feeling his palms digging into your thighs as you continued to writhe between them, “I’m not even halfway in.”

The information made you quiver, your body blanching as you panicked. There was no way you could take them both at the same time, not when they were both bigger than any man you’d ever been with. And together? They’d rip you in two.

“Oh god, I can’t. I can’t— I told you s’too much.” You tried to coil away from Kirishima, feeling the ache in your core as he pushed deeper inside you.

“You can, and you will.” Kirishima’s ruby orbs darkened at your petulance, his voice no longer the kind gentle sound you remembered. Ignoring your reluctance as he buried himself deeper inside your quivering walls. His cock pressed flush against Bakugou’s as both men groaned simultaneously.

“God, I can fuckin’ feel you, Ei.” Bakugou almost whined as Kirishima’s balls sat snug against his, both men stilling to a halt inside you as they adjusted to the sensation.

“You have no idea how long I’ve been thinking about being buried in this tight cunt.” Kirishima growled down at you huskily, his lips meeting yours in a messy kiss that was all tongue and teeth as he groped your chest. Muting your cries as he slowly began to rut his hips against you both.

“Fuck.” Bakugou gasped, choking on his own spit as his head knocked back against the cell wall.

Sweat began to bead at Kirishima’s brow as something inside him snapped, increasing his pace as he fucked into you both with more vigour. The movement causing you and Bakugou to moan out in pleasure as the familiar sensation began to pool in your belly, swirling around as you crept towards another climax.

The air inside the cramped cell was hot, visceral as both men began to set a steady pace. Kirishima sliding out of your tightness as Bakugou plunged back in. Sweat trickling down your bodies as it made your skin stick to them, the fabric of Bakugou’s shirt uncomfortably wet against your back as they pounded into your abused hole.

“Listen to that?” Kirishima growled, landing a harsh smack on your clit as you cried out in painful pleasure, “Your sloppy cunt taking us so well.”

The lewd squelch of your inner walls sucking them in before dragging their hips back filled the room, an erotic noise that made your clit pulse as they fucked into you. Air escaping from your hole as it emphasised the noise, your eyes unable to make out the size of the gape but you knew it had to be big, each man was built like a tank.

“Sounds so fuckin’ sexy.” Kirishima snarled, “Didn’t think you’d be able to take us both, Princess.”

“I knew she would,” Bakugou smirked, “Could tell she was a filthy whore the moment I saw her.”

Their candid words had you twitching between them, caged in by their sheer mass as you felt every inch of them, not a single moment where you weren’t completely full. The momentum they’d started with their cocks had you desperate for your release.

“Fuck,” You trembled, your mouth felt dry as you continued crying out in pleasure for them, “‘m gonna cum-”

“Again? When we haven’t even cum once?” Bakugou chided, “How fuckin’ selfish.”

Each word was pronounced by a rut of his hips, your body weak between them as you flopped back on Bakugou’s chest. Letting them use you how they saw fit as they continued their pace.

“Come on, baby.” Kirishima cooed, his thumb moving back to your puffy clit to drag his calloused pad around it in sloppy circles, “Wanna watch you cum again.”

“Fuck, fuck, fuck.” You felt the dam inside you threatening to burst, a strange sensation building inside you that you couldn’t avoid. Thinking it was the dull stretch of your lower half due to their sheer mass as you focused on the pleasure Kirishima’s thumb was giving your clit, “I feel funny.”

“Yeah?” Bakugou rasped against your neck, “Come on naughty girl, wanna feel you creamin’ my cock. Do it, just let go.”

Bakugou’s fingers began to pull and pinch at your taut nipples, rolling them between his fingers as both men worked you towards your release. Your vision hazy as white dots blanked your vision, your mouth falling open in a near-constant moan as you felt yourself succumb to the pleasure. Your body twitching as all the tension that built up inside you releases at a rapid rate. Waves of pleasure ebbing through you as you begin to clench around their thick cocks, eagerly trying to milk them of their seed as they savour the sensation.

Both men smirk at each other in glee, as though they’ve never heard anyone sound so blissful and delirious whilst sitting on their cocks. Screeching out a jumbled mixture of their names as liquid began to gush from your cunt, spraying out and soaking their crotches as they continued ramming their cocks inside you.

“Holy shit.” Kirishima howled, moving four of his fingers to rub your clit side to side as he redirected the liquid, watching it squirt from your cunt with a satisfied smirk.

“Of course she’s a fuckin’ squirter.” Bakugou’s gums flashed as he grinned at the sight, craning his neck to get a better view as he felt you soak his thighs.

“I haven’t, I’ve never-” You were delirious from pleasure as you tried to talk back, your body weak from the intense orgasm you’d just endured.

“Listen to that?” Kirishima groaned as he spread your juices, listening to the fluids gush from his motions as he teased your clit.

Before you knew what was happening both men continued their pace, feeling the ache between your legs intensify as you were used for their own pleasure.

“You gonna give us one more?” Kirishima grunted, his fingers unrelenting against your clit as you cried out in delirium, slurring your words as you try and tell them to slow down, it’s too much, you can’t cum again, but they ignore you.

Glad that they are the only occupants of the isolation wing as you let out a shrill scream, another climax surging through you as your body spasms between them. Your toes curling as you lose all the feeling in your legs, the only sensation is the white-hot pleasure now flowing through you.

“Fuck, ‘m gonna cum.” Bakugou grunts, squeezing his eyes tight shut as he feels it coming.

“Pull out, man. You can’t- inside-” Kirishima groans, the pleasure bursting through him as he tugs his cock from your drenched hole, gritting his teeth as he cums. Thick ropes of cum spurting from his tip as they splay all over your tits, stomach and cunt. His hand tight around himself as he fist fucks himself through the pleasure. Watching his release coat your body, his hips stuttering when it just keeps coming, a low groan leaving his lips as he wipes the final globs of cum against your messy clit.

Bakugou’s thighs shake beneath you as his orgasm surges through him, his cock buried inside your stretched cunt to the hilt as he coats your inner walls with thick, hot spurts of cum. Stagnant, warm air fills the cramped cell as he gasps for air, his chest heaving against your back as a flow of expletives leave his lips. Keeping himself buried inside your contracting walls as he cherishes the final pulses of your climax, riding out his high.

“Shit, man.” Kirishima grunts, “I told you not to cum inside her-“

“Couldn’t help it.” Bakugou rasped, “Felt too fuckin’ good.”

Kirishima lifted you from Bakugou’s lap as though you weighed nothing, laying you flat on your back on the mattress beside him. Your legs shaking from the pleasure and lack of use as you trembled beside them.

Both men, unable to take their eyes away from the sight of your fucked out body, focused on the gaping hole between your thighs as they watched Bakugou’s cum begin to seep out of you and spill down the curve of your ass. Mixing with the creamy slick of your release that stained your outer labia and inner thighs.

“Wow, she’s completely fucked.” Kirishima laughed at the woozy expression on your face. Trying to maintain consciousness as you felt delirious from pleasure, your eyes fluttering shut, “How long we keep in’ her in here for?”

Bakugou’s fingers slipped back to your stretched hole, spreading them into a v-shape as he assessed the size of the gape he’d created moments earlier. Smirking at the way your body tried to move away from him but couldn’t, too tired to push him away as he pushed some of his leaking cum back inside you.

“As long as it takes for her to learn her lesson.”

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When you’re in love with your best friend’s girlfriend and he fucks her extra hard when he knows you’re listening 👁👄👁

HELLO EVERYONE AND WELCOME TO MY NEXT PIECE 💜💜 This is a part of the Roomates AU collab over on the bnharem discord server!! Please be sure to check out the masterlist to see all the amazing contributions!! Everyone worked super hard on their pieces and we’re all very excited 💜💜

I was lucky enough to be able to draw Kirishima AND Bakugou for this collab!! It was really the only idea that I had and I’m glad that the folks over on the harem server were kind enough to let me use both Kirishima AND Bakugou for this 😭💜 Idk there’s not much else to say? Except maybe give me a break because this was only ever my second time drawing a wing want so I’m sorry if it doesn’t look that good 😭😂😂😂

Since Tumblr doesn’t like 🅱️enis and knee poles you can check out the full, uncensored drawing over on my Twitter! Likes, retweets, and follows are always appreciated 🥺💜

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Body Electric - Kaminari Denki - Smut

Author: @kingexpl0sionmurder Pairing: Kaminari Denki/F!Reader Rating: 18+ (contains smut) Words: 5,491 Warnings: Sex work (Cam boy/girl), Quirkless AU, Aged-up Adult characters (someone is in grad school! wow!), mentions of masturbation (both male and female), mentions of casual ShinKami, established KiriBaku, Idk they are all just really sexually liberated and don’t care about watching each other cum. Is that voyeurism? I’m bad at tagging things. Title taken from a Lana Del Rey song. AN: Another BNHarem collab piece! The theme was sex work, and I have wanted to do a camboy Denki for a long time so here we go. This was really smutty in my head but Denki makes me soft and it turned out really cute in the end, I’m sorry? He’s such a dork I feel like any sexual encounter with him would just turn out like this in some way, idk.  Thanks to @unbreakablekiribaku​ and @sailorsero​ as usual for being supportive of me. Happy birthday to @lady-bakuhoe and @burnedbyshoto​ 🎂🎂 There is no one else I would rather be birthday triplets with!

Please check out the Collab Masterlist: HERE Look 👀 at My Masterlist: HERE Buy me a Kofi if you’re scared of clowns too: HERE

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Sighing, you sat up on your elbows, squinting at the chat on the screen, willing your heart to stop pounding and your breath to even out. The donations were pouring in, the chat moving so fast you couldn’t even read it. “Alright, lovelies, I hope you enjoyed that. Be right back and we’ll chat a little bit, okay?”

Donations popped up, the chat slowing a little as the clients who only came to jerk off to you left, leaving those who considered themselves true fans. You stood and made your way to the bathroom to pee, rinsing your toy off in the sink and washing your hands. You went back to your room, pulling on a hoodie and settling in front of the screen again.

“Alright, I’m back! I have some time for a few questions and then I have to go for the night. Let me see what we got!” You scanned the chat, ignoring the normal inappropriate questions. Mindfucker:  Do you know who Chargebolt is? Cause I heard he watches your stream.

Your heart, which had finally slowed to a normal rhythm, picked up again. You most definitely knew who Chargebolt was. You gave him a good amount of money from your donations when you watched his cam shows yourself. “I do actually, he’s pretty popular on here, isn’t he?” You sat back a little, furrowing your brows. “How do you know he watches me?”

RedDaddy: He did a Q&A and mentioned your channel! Told everyone to check you out.

You recognized the names of the viewers and knew they were also regulars on Chargebolt’s streams as well, so you believed them. Chargebolt was gorgeous and funny, just your type. The knowledge that he was interested in you enough to watch you get off on camera was flattering. You hoped your blush wasn’t showing on your face. 

“I’m surprised he knows who I am!” You had missed the last Q&A he’d done, since it hadn’t been on his normal streaming day, and you’d been stuck at work late. Leaning forward again, you bit your lip, looking into the camera from under your lashes. “Can I tell you guys a secret? I watch him, too. Why do you think I never do shows on Thursdays? That’s Chargebolt day.” With a wink you sat back, trying to will the blush from your cheeks. Mindfucker: I knew it! I bet he’s watching right now. You smiled, shrugging. “I hope he enjoyed the show, then!” You tried to hold it together, suppressing the urge to burst into a fit of giggles at the thought, answering a few more silly questions from your regulars, before signing off for the night, promising to be back again the following week.

You let out a breath you didn’t even know you were holding, leaning your head back and groaning. It was wild that the guy whose cam shows you watched on the regular, the one who had inspired you to start your own, who you thought of half the time when you were filming yourself getting off on camera for strangers, knew who you were and was one of your viewers. 

It brought you down a whole rabbit hole for a second, wondering if he got off on you getting off. Why else would he watch? Did he ever donate? You assumed he had a secondary account so you wouldn’t know it was him even if you tried to look at your past viewers, just like you had a secret account so you could watch him as well. 

Cracking your eyes open, you clicked to view the donation tallies for the evening. You’d made enough to pay the rent on your apartment for the month in just one night. Sometimes you wondered how you ever managed to survive before you started doing this. It was meant to be a temporary side job, but you’d been running this cam channel under the screen name Neko for over six months, and you had clawed your way out of debt in such a short time, it didn’t make sense for you to stop.

You viewed a few more visitor stats with interest, before logging off the computer and shutting the laptop. You had to get to sleep for your real job in the morning, so you figured it was time for bed, pushing thoughts of Chargebolt to the back of your mind for now.

It wasn’t until later when you were lying down to sleep, that you thought of him again. Your eyes closed as you ran through a scenario in your head, wondering if he would mention you on Thursday, and what would come of all this? You had noticed your viewer numbers had spiked that day, so it was definitely beneficial that you’d caught his eye. You just weren’t sure what would happen next.

--

Denki was grinning into the camera, wiping the cum off of his abs with the towel he kept beside him, his chest and cheeks flushed pink. He adjusted in his chair, tugging the toy out of his hole and chucking it to the side, pulling his boxers back up over his softening cock. “I hope it was as good for you as it was for me, babes.” 

He chuckled at the comments flooding the chat as he reached for his water and took a sip. 

Tapeman: As always, you never disappoint me, Chargebolt.

“Hey thanks, Tapeman! I appreciate you always coming to hang out...get it? Coming?”

Mindfucker: Ridiculous.

“Aw, you love me, Mindfucker.” He winked at the camera. “So, did you guys enjoy my Q&A the other day?”

The chat filled with praise, making him grin. He loved to talk to his fans, and sometimes they had some great questions for him. He knew a lot of people just watched him as a way to get off, but he liked to give a little piece of himself to them because he knew that most of the people who watched were probably lonely, and he wanted to help with that in some way. He kept things laid back, joking and laughing with his viewers before and after the show, taking requests and doing his best to remember some of the regulars. Some of the few who had been with him from the beginning he’d made into moderators to help with keeping things somewhat orderly in the chat. Some of them he actually knew in real life, like his roommate Hitoshi, who used the alias Mindfucker.

Mindfucker: So are we going to talk about Neko? Denki’s eyebrows rose. “Oh, you mean the stream the other day? It was…” He made the appropriate motion as he said it. “Chef’s kiss, immaculate. She’s so beautiful…” Trailing off, he let himself think back to the way your chest heaved and the face you made when you came. “I would do anything for her, man.”

RedDaddy: Dude, I agree! She’s also super sweet, like, the total package.

Sighing, he leaned his elbow on the desk, his cheek resting on his palm. “I am a simp, my guy.” He sat up, squinting at the chat. “She said she watches, right? Is she here right now?” He scanned the names of the viewers, frowning. “She probably has a second account. Well, if you’re here, Neko, you should hit me up. I read all of my DM’s okay?” He grinned, winking again. “Alright, I have to go feed the cats so I’m outie 5000, thanks for hanging out and I’ll see you guys next week!”

He said his goodbyes, ending the stream and sighing. He wiped off his toy with the towel and clicked through his stats for the day, smiling at some of the comments that came with the donations. Hitoshi came into his room a few minutes later, holding one of the cats, an orange tabby named Miso, in his arms. “I fed them, you don’t have to.”

Was it weird that his roommate watched him fuck himself on toys and jerk off on the internet on a weekly basis? Nope. Denki had forgone all sense of modesty when it came to sex a long time ago, and Hitoshi was the same. It helped that they fucked around on occasion, best friends who got lonely and lived together sometimes did that, he guessed. Or maybe they were weird. It was whatever, he didn’t like to think about it too much. 

“What would I do without you, Toshi?”

“Kill the cats, probably.” He deadpanned, leaning in the doorway. “Burn all the toast you try to make, buy the wrong peanut butter, eat Cheese-Itz for breakfast every day, forget to pay the cable bill.” He raised his eyebrows. “I can keep going.”

“Fuck off, I got the all-natural peanut butter once, it was an accident!” Denki threw his soiled towel into the laundry basket by the closet and picked up the toy he’d used, waving it around a bit. “Did you enjoy the stream?”

Hitoshi snorted, eyeing the dildo warily. “I didn’t really watch, I had my eye on the chat. I was looking for Neko.”

“Man, I can’t believe she’s a fan!” He waved the dildo some more, watching as it jiggled. “I would let her do unspeakable things to me.”

“Look out, your sub is showing, Denki.” Hitoshi teased. “But I agree, she’s pretty great. I wonder if she’ll ever do private shows.” Pausing to scritch Miso behind the ears, he continued. “I’m sure they’d be in high demand.”

Denki stood, pointing at Hitoshi with the dildo. He really needed to put it down somewhere and stop brandishing it around like a sword. “Don’t even, I’d spend all my money on that girl.” 

“I know you would.” He chuckled. “I did try to go through the usernames and see if I could find out who she could be, but I didn’t have any luck.”

“It’s okay! I’m leaving it up to fate now, man. If the universe wants us to know each other, we will.” He stuck his thumb towards the ensuite. “I’m going to wash my ass and then we can play Among Us if you want.”

Hitoshi, completely unphased as usual, nodded. “I’ll get a team together. Check the discord when you get out.”

Humming, Denki made his way to the bathroom, picking up his phone on the way. It buzzed as he closed the door, and he glanced down to see he had a message from his other moderator and friend, Eijirou, aka RedDaddy. Tossing the dildo in the sink, he looked down at the screen and opened the message.

Eiji: No luck on finding Neko on the stream, but she said she never misses a Thursday, so I bet she was there.

Denki: Thanks for keeping an eye out, man. I appreciate you. Among us in 30?

Eiji: Bet. I’ll ask Kats to play too.

--

Your next stream day had you feeling nervous. Chargebolt had talked directly at you on his last stream, asking you to slide into his DMs, and you had yet to take him up on it. You didn’t know what you were so scared of, Chargebolt was a nice guy. You chalked it up to the fear of the unknown. If you sent him a message, what would you even say? ‘Hey dude, nice cock?’ It was bound to be a disaster.

Pushing your nerves back down, you made sure you were ready for your stream, excited for the news you were about to drop on your viewers. You were needing a little extra cash due to some unfortunate car trouble, and you’d figured out a way to make up what you needed in record time.

“Hey everyone, welcome!” You smiled at the camera, waving your fingers. “Thanks for coming! I see a lot of familiar names here tonight. Hi Mindfucker, Dynamight, RedDaddy, Tapeman, LightningMcQueen!”

LightningMcQueen: Hey, beautiful! I’ve been looking forward to this all week.

Dynamight: Chill out, McQueen, you look desperate.

RedDaddy: Be nice, Dynamight. Hi, Neko!

Dynamight: Fuck off, Shittyhair.

Mindfucker: How’s your cat, Neko?

“Be good, Dynamight. You’re lucky I know you don’t mean that!” You giggled at the antics of your regulars, smiling at the question about your cat. “Ichigo is doing good, Mindfucker, thanks for asking! I’ll bring her on camera after the show if you want to say hi!”

Minfucker just sent a cat emoji and you laughed, shaking your head. “I’m beginning to think that you’re just here for Ichigo and not me.”

The chat went crazy with people denying it, telling you how much they loved watching you every week. You lit up, feeling more excited about your news.

“So I have something I want to discuss before we get started today. I’ve decided I want to try out doing some private shows, so I’m going to be offering up a few spots. I’m going to give some of my longest and most frequent supporters a shot first, and if all goes well, then I’ll open them up to the rest of you! I’ll be adding a signup link at the bottom of my page after tonight’s stream, so if you’re interested you can apply and I’ll pick a few of you and we’ll work out a schedule! How does that sound?”

Dynamight: McQueen already has his credit card ready I bet.

“Aw, you don’t want to play with me, Dynamight?” You teased, giving the camera your best pout.

Dynamight: You couldn’t handle me, Princess.

LightningMcQueen: Hush. You’re a bottom, Dyna.

Dynamight: Die you fucking extra.

LightningMcQueen: Love you too, blasty.

“I was going to let you pick the toy today, Dynamight, but if you can’t behave then I’m just going to have to let someone else have a turn.” You gave the camera a disapproving look, frowning. You’d picked up that these guys were friends, so you knew they were just messing with each other.

A donation popped up from Dynamight with a comment attached. 

Let McQueen choose this time, babe.

“It looks like Dynamight is going to let you choose, McQueen. Which one?” You pulled over the box you kept your toys in and showed it to the camera. “Pick a color.”

LightningMcQueen: Yellow

You pulled the yellow silicone out of the box and showed it to the chat, smirking. “I call this one Chargebolt because it’s the same color as his hair. Are you sure this is the one you want me to use?”

--

When your stream ended, Denki leaned back in his chair, taking a deep breath. The fact that he’d watched you fuck yourself with a dildo that you’d named after him was the hottest thing he could have imagined. He was jealous of that piece of bright yellow silicone more than he should be. He’d still enjoyed it, if the mess across his abs and chest were any indication. 

He cleaned himself up and pulled on a shirt, clicking on the link for the private show signup. It was pretty straightforward, listing the price and how long the show would be, and asking for his username and what he would be interested in doing or seeing and what day would work best.

Staring at the form for a moment, he contemplated his options. He could sign up with his LightningMcQueen account, and he might have a chance. He was the first one out of his friends to find your channel one night when he was bored and horny. Then he’d shown it to Hitoshi and then shared your info with Eijirou, Katsuki, and Hanta. He would be considered one of the longest and loyal viewers like you had said.

However, if you got a request from Chargebolt? What would you do? Would you ignore it? 

“Toshi!” He called out, knowing his roommate would hear him without him having to get up. “I’m having a crisis!”

The door opened, and the purple-haired man stood in the doorway. “I am not prepared to handle your bi panic right now, Denki.”

“Are you going to put in for a private show from Neko?” Denki pushed on, ignoring his friend’s exasperation. 

“I spoke that into existence last week, you know. You’re welcome.”

Flopping back in his chair, Denki closed his eyes. “Should I send in the request with this account or with the Chargebolt one?”

Hitoshi shrugged, watching their cat Sashimi wander into the room. “You’ve wanted to talk to her for ages, man. You could have messaged her forever ago and you wouldn’t be playing this game with her. Sign up with your actual account.”

“I mean, she must think I’m cute, right? Otherwise, she wouldn’t watch.” He sat up, logging out of his secondary account and into his main one. He had a few unread DM’s, so he clicked, his breath catching in his throat. “Dude, look.”

There was a message from you, short but sweet.

Hi, Chargebolt. I don’t know if you saw the stream today, but you should check it out if you haven’t. I left it up for you.”

“She wants you to see her use that dildo she named after you.” Hitoshi patted his shoulder, and then bent down to pick up Sashimi. “I signed up but I told her I just wanted to have a date with her cat. She probably won’t pick me.”

“She will, she loves cats.” Denki clicked on your page and scrolled down to the bottom where the signup was again, letting it populate his main account in the information, and writing ‘any day except Thursday’ in the section for the time that worked for him. “I’m going to get this girl to date me, just you watch.”

Snorting, his roommate closed the door behind him as he left. “I believe in you, Pikachu.”

Once his request was submitted, he went back to his DM’s and sent you a message back.

“I was there, Neko. I never miss a stream. I submitted for a private show, so I hope you’ll pick me. I’ve been one of your viewers since the beginning, you know.”

---

In your head, you tried to plan what you would say once you were face to face (via camera) with the one and only Chargebolt. Everything your brain seemed to come up with fell short. What did you say to this guy, who you’d been simping over for over 9 months, who lit up your screen every Thursday with terrible puns and panty-dropping smiles? You knew exactly what he looked like and sounded like when he came. It was a strange thing to think that you knew that but you’d never actually spoken to him before.

It made you feel a little better when you realized he knew just as much about you. That he watched you fuck yourself on a dildo you’d named after him, and then spent the rest of the stream showing off your fluffy white cat Ichigo. 

It was time to put on your big girl panties. You could do this. 

Chargebolt had been one of the few that you’d chosen to do these shows with. He was also the last one. You’d met with 4 others, the ones who were the most active in your chat, the ones you assumed were actually friends. 

Your first one was with Tapeman, who asked you to call him Sero. He was cute, with the widest, prettiest smile you’d ever seen. He made you laugh, and called you beautiful, and spoke to you in Spanish. You didn’t feel uncomfortable once with him, and the experience gave you hope that the rest would be just as nice.

Mindfucker was next, whose name was Shinsou and lowkey your favorite one. He didn’t want anything sexual at all, which surprised you. You sat with him and drank tea and you got to meet his two fur children, Miso and Sashimi, while he told you about his roommate. You let him admire Ichigo, and talked about music. He was sarcastic, but not in a mean way, and you were pretty sure he was going to be your new best friend.

RedDaddy and Dynamight had asked to do theirs together since they were dating. You wanted to question why they both watched your stream but RedDaddy, who was actually named Kirishima, answered it for you.

“We’re both bi, and we think you’re cute!”

“Yeah, plus McQueen has a thing for you so we like to be in the chat to help him out.” Dynamite, aka Bakugou, added in his gruff voice, folding his arms across his chest.

“Aw, that’s sweet!” You smiled at them. “He didn’t request a private show though, so I guess he doesn’t like me that much.”

Bakugou coughed and Kirishima grinned. “Maybe he was nervous! I’m sure you’ll meet him in one of these someday!”

“Enough about that dumbass.” Bakugou leaned forward, his hand on Kirishima’s knee. “Give us a show and we’ll give you one in return. Use that orange and green one for me, Princess.”

And give you a show they did. You got lost in how they looked at each other while they jerked each other off, and you were pretty sure they forgot you were even there at some point. When it was over, you suggested that they start their own channel.

Bakugou scoffed, but you could tell he was blushing a bit.

“I don’t know, Neko. I don’t think I could share him with anyone else. Except you, you’re the exception.” Kirishima grinned, winking at you.

But now it was Chargebolt’s turn. You made sure you had everything you needed, making sure Ichigo was out of the room, and then signed into your account. 

Chargebolt was online, so you made the private room and sent him the request. You felt like you were shaking, and you checked yourself in the camera to make sure you didn’t look like a wreck.

You barely had time to breathe before he entered the chat, his camera screen coming to life and showing you his smiling face. You melted a bit, biting your lip, gazing at how attractive he was. 

“Hey, Neko!” Chargebolt was as vibrant as ever, tucking his hair behind his ears, the black lightning bolt in his hair dark against the bright yellow of the rest of it.

“It’s nice to see you, Chargebolt.” You tried to relax, rolling your shoulders back. “It’s kind of weird knowing you can see me too.”

He laughed, leaning back in his chair. You tried not to stare at his arms in the tank top he was wearing. Chargebolt had a small frame, but his muscles were defined. You’d seen him plow through an entire bag of chips on stream once, without pausing to breathe, so you assumed he must be one of those people with amazing metabolism that you envied. “You can call me Denki if you want, kitten.”

You choked on air at the nickname, trying to compose yourself. “Kitten?”

“Well, Neko means cat, doesn’t it?” He raised an eyebrow. “I won’t call you that if you don’t like it.”

“No!” You practically shouted. “No, I mean, it’s fine. I like it.”

“Sweet.” He grinned. “Man, I’ve wanted to get you alone like this for so long, and now I’m just feeling really nervous.”

“You’re nervous?” You were surprised. The always cool but super dorky Chargebolt was nervous because of you? “So am I.”

Chargebolt- sorry, Denki, rested his elbow on the desk, propping his head in his hand. “Well, glad to know I’m not the only disaster here. I’ve been trying to get the courage to talk to you for months, and then finally Hitoshi got me to talk about you on stream a few weeks ago, and now here we are.”

“Who’s Hitoshi? One of your regulars?” Knowing that you weren’t the only one who was sweating bullets had you relaxing a bit. 

“Oh yeah, Mindfucker! You know him right? He did a thing with you the other day, didn’t he?”

Eyes wide, you stared at him. “Shinsou?”

“Yeah, that’s my best friend and my roommate. He said he showed you the cats.” He shrugged. “You picked all my friends for your private shows. Sero, Kiri, Bakugou, Shinsou.” He paused, smirking. “I forgot that you don’t know that I’m LightningMcQueen.”

“That’s you? I was wondering why they didn’t send me a request, but it all makes sense now.”

Denki shot you finger guns and winked. “Kachow!”

“Oh god, stop it.” You rolled your eyes.

He chuckled, grinning at you. “So, did Shinsou talk about me?”

You giggled, remembering back. “He told me a story about how his roommate mistook a fuzzball for a spider and spent the afternoon sitting on a table waiting for him to come home and kill it.”

“It looked like one of those freaky poisonous ones from where I was sitting. I was afraid to let it out of my sight in case it got away and then multiplied and killed me in my sleep or something.” He took a deep breath. “Spiders are terrifying.”

This man was amazing. “You are everything I always thought you’d be, you know that?”

“I’m going to take that as a compliment.” He sighed. “You have to have some kind of embarrassing story to tell me so I don’t feel like a fool. You’ve got to make it even.”

“One year my dad hired a clown to come to my birthday party. He walked in the front door and I jetted out the back door and hid in the garden until he left. Clowns are just as terrifying as spiders.”

Chargebolt laughed, and the sound made your stomach do a somersault. It was just as bright and happy as he was. “That is the cutest shit I’ve ever heard!”

“I’m glad my childhood trauma is amusing you.” You deadpanned, trying to keep the smile off your face.

“Aw, don’t be like that kitten! I’m glad we can bond over our irrational fears like this, you know?” He 

You shivered happily. “Okay, okay.” You cleared your throat. “So, you didn’t write anything down here for what you wanted out of our chat today.”

“Oh, okay, down to business then.” He sat up straight. “Well, I wanted to tell you myself instead of submitting it on the form.”

Intrigued, you raised an eyebrow. “Didn’t want to give me a chance to back out?”

Snorting, and shook his head. “Nah, I think you’ll like it, kitten.” He folded his hands behind his head. “I want you to tell me what to do. I’m at your mercy.”

Swallowing thickly, you blinked at him. That was...really hot. “You like being told what to do?”

“I would love nothing more for you to pull my hair and peg me within an inch of my life while calling me your little cock slut.” He stared at you with an eyebrow raised, looking pleased with himself when he saw your expression.

Your thighs clenched together involuntarily. “Fuck.”

“Yeah, right? I mean, I’m a switch, I’d do the same to you if you asked.  But we can save that for next time.” He smirked. “So, you down?”

Next time? This man was going to kill you. “Take off your shirt, Denki.”

“Fuck yes.” He groaned, reaching behind him and tugging the garment over his head. 

His chest and abs came into view, and you let your eyes linger on the barbells through his nipples. “Pants too.”

He pushed his chair away from his desk and shimmied out of his shorts, kicking them to the side. You gazed at him in his blue boxer briefs, eyes lingering on his thin waist, strong thighs, and the outline of his cock. He was a sight to behold, honestly.

You held the fangirling back, leaning forward to get a better look at him. “Do you have any toys, Denki?”

“Of course, Kitten.” He moved out of view for a moment, coming back with a box. 

“Let me see.” He tilted the box towards the camera, your eyes flitting over the different colors and shapes inside. “The pink one.” 

“Okay, hang on, let me-” He cut off, standing up and throwing the pink toy on the bed. He picked up the laptop and moved it, laying down beside it and angling the camera so you could see what he was doing.

“Did you stretch yourself, baby?” 

He made a noise that sounded like a whine in the back of his throat at the pet name, obviously pleased by it. “Yeah, of course I did.” He glanced at the screen. “You should, uh, take your shirt off too.”

“I thought you wanted me to tell you what to do, not the other way around.” Teasing him, you crossed your arms over your chest.

He pouted slightly. “I’ve been good so far though, right?”

“All you’ve done is take off two items of clothing and move to the bed. You’re gonna have to work harder than that!”

Huffing, he lifted his ass off the bed and tugged his underwear down his legs, kicking them off, his hand already moving to wrap around his already hard cock.

“Did I say you could touch yourself, Denki?” It was getting hard to keep up the stern act you were putting on, but you knew it was what he wanted. You wanted to watch him touch himself, watch the way his eyes fluttered closed when his thumb brushed over the leaking head of his cock, and the way he would bite his lip when he moved his wrist a certain way.

You could be patient though, so you continued.

“If I was there right now, what would you want me to do first?”

He stilled, blinking at you a few times. “I would want your mouth first, I think.”

Humming, you sat back, pulling your shirt over your head, letting him admire the lacey purple bra covering your chest. “You’d want my mouth on your cock? Trace my tongue along that vein along the underside and suck on the head a little?”

Denki groaned, closing his eyes, his grip visibly tightening around his shaft. He looked like he was trying not to get worked up too fast. You were amazed at how your words were affecting him, so you pressed on.

“I’d take you all the way down until I was choking on it, and I’d let you hold onto my hair and fuck my face. God, you don’t know how many times I've dreamed about doing that for you. What would you say to that?”

The blush spreading down his neck and chest made him look so pretty. “Ugh, fuck kitten, you’re killing me.” He swallowed hard, opening his eyes to look at you again. “I’d tell you how good you made me feel, but I wouldn’t let you finish me off that way.”

“Oh no? Tell me what else you’d do.” You took the opportunity to move to the bed yourself, pulling off your leggings and panties all at once. 

Eyes glued to you while you unclipped your bra and threw it across the room, he continued. “Fuck, um, I would...god, you’re beautiful.”

Flushing at the compliment, you looked down shyly, breaking character. “I’ve heard you say that before and I still don’t believe it.”

Denki scoffed. “If you need a daily reminder, I’d be happy to be the one to tell you, kitten.” You could hear the sincerity in his voice, and it made your heart do a little flip. “I might seem like a dumbass but I’m using this camboy money to pay off my student loans for my masters in English lit so I can quote you entire sonnets from Shakespeare without hesitation if that will help you believe me.”

Your eyebrows shot up, impressed. Realizing you’d ruined the moment, you sighed, covering your eyes with your hand. “I’m sorry, I’m crap at this. I really just want to watch you cum.”

Chuckling, you heard him shifting on the bed. “Okay, how about this? Forget the toys. Just close your eyes and listen to me.”

“Okay.”

“If you were here with me right now, just like that, I’d spend so much time exploring every inch of you with my tongue. I’d start with your lips, your jaw, your neck. Collarbones, shoulders, your chest, those cute nipples-”

“How are nipples cute?” You interrupted with a snort.

You could hear him trying not to laugh, his voice pitched a bit higher. “Shh, don’t ruin it.”

“I think you just did when you said ‘cute nipples’.” You’d never had this much fun with someone in a situation like this. “If I had a dick, my boner would have just died.”

Denki wheezed, and you opened your eyes to look over at him. He was gazing back at you, his eyes bright as he laughed into his palm. “God, I like you so much, kitten.”

Your grin softened, your heart pounding at his words. “Me too, Denki.” 

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A/N: I would like to preface this by letting everyone know that I am in no way knowledgeable about actual science things. That being said I am amazed that in a random draw I actually managed to get a prompt that had to do with flowers lol. This is my contribution to the BakuHarem Collab! Please take a second to check out the other contributions here!

Warning: bad science, no protection, swearing, overs!mulation, accidental exhibti0som, intoxicated smut? idk sex pollen is a drug i guess.....

W/C: 3.5k

“Bakugou, dude. We should not-”

“Shut up Kirishima!” Bakugou walks through the sterile hallways checking every corner for signs of other people. “That bitch took my top spot with some bullshit flowers?!” He finally gets to the lab that was granted to you for your research. After winning first place, stealing first place in the UA university science expo. He walks into the observing lobby, looking through the large window to make sure you weren’t working in the lab after hours.

“Just keep quiet and listen for any one coming this way.” He walks over to the security door and holds his key card up to it, the light on the scanner turns green and he hears the dead bolt slide open.

Kirishima is lingering behind him, hovering in the doorway. He turns to Bakugou to talk him out of this again but his friend has already entered the lab. “Ahh geez.” He didn’t even wear any safety gear.

As the door clicks shut behind him, Bakugou stops to examine the lab. Several different species of flowers in full bloom behind temperature controlled enclosures. Some of them are recognizable; lavender, chamomile, and jasmine. “I thought it would smell like the perfume department, this fuckin place smells like heaven.” Guess it wasn’t a new shampoo she was using then.

He walks through the aisles turning his head this way and that, trying to find something, anything that he can fuck up without it being overtly obvious. He gets to the back corner of the lab and sees a piece of familiar equipment. “Perfect.”

*****

“He said WHAT?!”

Your roommate flinches at your reaction to her news. “He told Professor Aizawa that your ‘Viagra flowers’ are a joke to the science department and they should ‘wither and die’.”

You’re fuming. That fuck tard Bakugou, mister my shit don’t stink is ridiculing my research? “All that man knows is how to blow shit up! Just cause I beat him in the expo this year, he thinks my research is a joke?!” You stand up from the couch, pacing in front of it and you can’t decide whether to scream or cry. “Why did I ever like that twat?”

Cause he has wide shoulders, big hands and scarlet eyes that -

“Oh for the love of god shut up.” Screw your inner thoughts.

Ochako watches you pace, worrying in her eyes when yours line with silver and your neck flushes bright red. “I’m sorry, I shouldn’t have told you that.”

You stop moving and look at her, guilt flooding through you as she slumps forward. “Don’t apologize, I was talkin to myself babe.” She nods her head weakly and you stand up straight “I’m gonna go.” You walk to the door grabbing your coat and key card.

“W-where are you going?” Ochako follows you to the door and grabs your wrist gently. You turn to her and smile, she was always so sweet but you knew that if shit went down she would be right beside you, kicking ass.

“I need to blow off some steam, so I’m gonna go check on my ‘Viagra flowers’.” She huffs a laugh and let's go.

“Alright, don’t stay too late.”

You nod, put on your shoes and leave the dorm. It’s a bit of a walk to the building the lab is in and hopefully the cool breeze will calm your mind.

*****

As you walk into the building you are grateful that your professor is more of a night owl than most students. Considering how many naps he takes during lectures it is no wonder he can’t sleep at night. You contemplate going to his office to say hi but think better of it.

Don’t wanna end up venting about Bakugou to my professor of all people.

You walk down the hallway and notice the door to your lab is cracked. Not unusual, a lot of students from your class have been coming and going to see the different species of flowers and plants you are growing. Assuming someone didn’t shut the door behind them you take your phone out of your pocket to check the time. Out of the corner of your vision a quick flash of red and you walk right into Kirishima, Bakugou’s friend and one of your classmates.

“Hey! How- how's it goin?”

You take a step back, rubbing your nose from face planting into his giant chest. Does this guy eat boulders for breakfast? “Hey Kiri! Just gonna do some late night tests! You checkin out my garden?”

“Yeah! Flowers are pretty.” He laughs, it’s high pitched and obviously forced.

You take in his nervous appearance, the fact that he is still standing in front of the door and your mood sours.

“Where is he?”

Kirishima looks like he is gonna try and stall but one look at the fury in your eyes and his head hangs down. “He’s in the lab,” you rush past him and punch in the code to open the door. “I tried to talk him out of it!”

The door clicks shut and the spiky blonde huffs in annoyance somewhere in the back of the lab.

“I told you shitty hair, if you’re gonna keep a look out you have to stand outside.”

You clear your throat and his head shoots up. You walk over to him, taking note of all of the plants and equipment, taking note of anything that looks different. As you get closer to him you notice that he smells particularly good tonight.

Keep it in your pants idiot

“Really Bakugou?” You stop a few steps away from him, noticing the various disassembled parts on the counter top behind him. “What were you gonna do, break my extraction equipment and make it look like a malfunction? Are you a B-Movie villain?”

He stands up and you are reminded of how small you feel next to him, wide shoulders, arms barely fitting the t-shirt he was wearing, strong chest that tapers to a toned waist. He laughs and you look at his face. What I wouldn’t give to just lick from your navel to your neck.

“A B-Movie villain huh? That’s rich coming from the fanfiction cliché scientist.” He crosses his arms, your eyes quickly dart to the sight of his biceps flexing with the movement then back at him.

“Fanfiction cliché? What the actual fuck are you talking about?” You take another step towards him, softly inhaling his scent. Why does he smell so good?

He laughs at you again, the sound caresses your skin and you realize your feeling very, very hot. You drag your fingers through your hair, your eyes zeroing in on a bead of sweat running down the side of his face. When you lick your lips and shift to take another step closer a small part of your brain connects the dots. “What. Did. You. Do?”

Bakugou looks at you, noticing your flushed cheeks and eyes that show you aren’t quite your normal smart and sexy self. Reaching behind himself you hear the unmistakable sound of clinking glass, he grabs a beaker, an open beaker. “Just grabbed this from your equipment, I know how long it takes to extract this stuff. Would suck if it were to suddenly go missing.”

“You idiot! Do you know how potent it is in that form?!” You reach for it but he pulls the beaker out of your reach. “Why do you think I keep it enclosed? You have to close it up now!”

“Why should I?”

Honestly how stupid can this guy get?!

“Put it back in the enclosure first and I’ll explain it to you!” Your breathing is getting heavy, the closer you get to Bakugou the hotter your body feels. You lunge for him again and trip, he hurries to put the beaker on the table behind him and catch you. Put off balance from the position you both crash to the floor with him underneath you. Sighing in frustration you lift yourself up only to bump your head on the table, knocking over the beaker and spilling the extract over you both.

“Shit!” You scramble off of him and run to the door, pressing the exposure button and effectively locking it. You turn to Bakugou and back up trying your best to keep your distance. “Stay on that side of the room, if we’re far enough apart the effects won’t be as bad.”

“What are the effects?” The question is spoken so calmly that you almost convince yourself he didn’t speak at all.

“What are the fucking side effects!?” His shirt is soaked, sticking to his tanned skin. The outline of his chiseled body makes your mouth go dry. You look back at his face, his mouth twisted in frustration at your silence but no less attractive. The sharp angle of his jawline, pink lips slightly chapped, aristocratic nose, scarlet eyes that-

“Take a picture, it'll last longer.” Shaking your head to clear some of the fog in your brain, you focus on him again.

“It’s an aphrodisiac so obviously it enhances sexual desire.”

“Yeah-yeah, sex pollen I get it. But what else?” he rings out the bottom of his shirt, lifting it slightly and you avert your eyes.

“It is not sex pollen, I don’t even use the pollen of the plant.” the last part coming out in a mumble. “The aphrodisiac only works on people who are consenting adults that are attracted to each other.” You clear your throat.

Bakugou freezes for a moment and looks up at you, examining you. The flushed skin, short breaths, and how you keep as much distance between the two of you as the small lab provides.

“So why are you so far away then?” The smirk on his face is sinful as all hell.

Cheeky bastard.

“Surely I don’t have to spell it out for you.” Resisting the urge to turn your face away from him like a pouty child..

“HA!” The smug look on his face momentarily lifts the cloud of lust and replaces it with anger. “Of course you’re attracted to me, who wouldn’t be?”

“Well, aren't you a cocky bastard?” Hoping you're not about to embarrass yourself you take a chance and muster up some courage. Slowly walking up to him you notice that his forehead is glistening with sweat, his breathing heavy, ears and back of his neck flushed with pink. “Tell me, Katsuki. How are you feeling?”

A few steps and you can see his hands balled up in white knuckled fists, a few more his jaw clench and unclench. Once you are only an arms length away you can see him swallow harshly, Adam's apple bobbing, nostrils flaring. You push your breasts against his toned chest, the light friction causing a moan to escape your mouth, the sound going straight to his cock.

“I’m - I’m fine.” Bakugou clears his throat, the sound of his first name from your lips sweeter than it should be.

“Lookin a little flushed, you feeling hot?”

He doesn’t answer, his attention captured by the closeness of your body, your lips, the tops of your breasts peeking out of the v neck top you’re wearing.. He stops breathing when your tongue flicks out to lick your bottom lip.

“Cat got your tongue?”

On impulse his hands move to rest on your hips, eyes never leaving your lips. “What was the question again?”

“How. Are. You. Feeling.” you walk your fingers up his chest with each word before pulling his head down so you can whisper in his ear, the anger fading fast. “Katsuki.” You hear him growl, the sound reverberating through your core, then you're being picked up.

“I’m gonna ruin you.” Bakugou crashes his lips to yours, pressing you up against one of the walls and bracing you with one hand so that the other can wrap around your throat. “Fuck, you drive me crazy.” He bites your lip, licking it to soothe the hurt. “Smart, funny, sexy, beautiful.”

You whine at the words and grind against the bulge in his pants, your pussy throbbing with need. “Need to feel you touch me Bakugou.” He stops moving and you shift to try and grind against him again but he holds you tight, slightly squeezing the sides of your neck.

“What happened to calling me by my first name, baby girl?” Loosening his hand and crouching down as if to put you down you sputter out “Kat-Katsuki Please touch me.”

The feral grin on his face has your pussy drooling and you all but sigh in relief when he stands up straight and slips a hand under your shirt, cupping one of your breasts. “Oh god yes.”

“You’re so soft baby,” he pulls one of the cups down and rolls your nipple in between his fingers. “Take off your shirt, wanna see those pretty tits.”

Katsuki keeps playing with your nipple when you rip your shirt off, making short work of your bra and tossing it. As soon as the other nipple is in view he dives down to suckle it, his mouth hot. You throw your head back, grabbing fistfuls of his hair and pushing your chest out to give him better access.

He is merciless in his teasing, alternating between breasts, making sure to suck each nipple till they are both hard peaks. Kissing the top of your soft globes, your collarbone and neck, everywhere his mouth goes is left with a mark in varying shades of red and purple.

You grow impatient with him, needing to make him feel as good wanting to feel him with your hands, mouth, teeth.

“Wanna feel you too Katsuki.” you whine as he pinches one nipple while nibbling the other one. When you pull on his hair a little he groans but lifts his head, pulling both nipples with him before letting them go.

“What do ya wanna feel, baby girl?”

With all your inhibitions throw out the window you lean down and whisper in his ear. “Wanna feel you fuck me.”

You pull away and he quickly sets you down, you’re about to object when he takes his shirt off in one smooth motion then starts unbuttoning his jeans. You rush to follow, unzipping your pants and pulling them down, before you can pull down your panties he grabs your hand stopping you. “Leave ‘m on.”

Katsuki picks you up again before you can get a good look at his cock, but when it's pressed against you there is no need to see it. “Fuck you’re huge.”

He smirks at you, smug pride in his eyes. “Glad you approve.” Reaching a hand down he pulls your panties to the side and runs his fingers through your wet folds. “This all for me?” bringing his fingers up to show you the slick dripping down them he puts them in his mouth and sucks. “Gonna have to enjoy that tasty treat later.”

Your body is burning up, breathing is heavy as you both watch him drag his cock along your wet slit before pushing in. Your moans echo in the lab and neither one of you cares as Katsuki's cock drags against your inner walls until bottoming out. Right now is not the time for slow strokes, not with the aphrodisiac flowing through both of your bodies, so he starts a pace that has your ass slapping against his thighs.

“C-cumming!” You scream out before your body bows in on itself and you're creaming around his cock.

“Already?” a sideways grin on his face Katsuki starts moving you up and down in time with his thrusts, his cock reaching that much deeper. “Gonna cum for me again? Come on baby, wanna feel you milk my cock.”

Your mind is going blank, the only thing running through it is Katsuki. “Please don’t stop,” you dig your nails into his shoulders. “M Gonna cum again.” His thrusts go shallow and the head of his cock drags against your walls, hitting all the right spots.

You’re repeating his name endlessly, the only word that is in your mind then you’re cumming again. Your legs tense around his waist and your pussy clenches down hard enough that he has to stop moving or risk hurting you. He watches your face contorted in pleasure and starts thrusting as soon as he feels your orgasm subside.

“One more.”

Your head fuzzy, body limp from two orgasms. “I can’t!”

“Wrong,” Katsuki pulls out for a second, setting you on the floor and pushing on your back. You obediently bend forward grabbing the edge of the counter top and he wastes no time in rutting back into you. “You want me to stop?”

“NO”

“Then you got one more beautiful thing.” He sticks two fingers in his mouth, getting them wet then reaches around rubbing soft circles on your puffy clit. His other hand gripping your hip, before moving up and grabbing your shoulder using it as leverage to fuck into you harder.

“Come on, cum for me.”

You turn your head to the side trying your best to look in his eyes, yours tearing up at the overstimulation. “You cum too, fill me up Katsuki.”

“Oh fuck yeah.” Bending his knees he thrusts up into you and with the new angle, teasing circles being rubbed on your clit and the feral moans coming out of his mouth you cum one last time.

Fuckfuckfuckfuck

Katsuki cums after you, rope after rope of cum coating your fluttering walls.

You both stand there catching your breath. Katsuki pulls out and you whimper, “Oh don’t worry beautiful,” he picks you up again, walks over to a chair and sits down with you in his lap “not done with you yet.”

By the time you are spent both of you are exhausted and lost track of how many times either of you came. He helps you stand up, quickly pulling your panties back in place. “Don’t want you leakin.”

You giggle and pick up your clothes from the floor, he helps you get dressed and you both walk to the door. Making sure to check the air quality before leaving the lab you confirm that nothing is left in the air and unlock it. Before opening the door you turn to him opening your mouth to ask a question but he talks first.

“Let's go back to my room, yeah? I’ll help you clean up.” His voice rough from moaning and growling but you can see a small smile on his lips. Even though you know that the effects of the extract have worn off you can’t help but worry that he is still under their influence. Nodding your head you turn away from him again and open the door, walking into the lobby.

“I assume you're finished with the lab?”

You stop dead in your tracks, Katsuki bumping into you. “P-professor Aizawa?” Red hair peeks out behind him and Kirishima looks at you both with a nervous sharp toothed smile and red face. The fog of your memory clears and you vaguely remember hearing knocking on the window and door while you were… indisposed.

Katsuki steps in front of you, from the lack of red on his face or neck you know he isn’t nearly as mortified as you. “How long have you been standing there?”

The tired eyes of your teacher examine both of you. “Long enough.” He sighs heavily and pinches the bridge of his nose. “You are both to meet me in my office tomorrow morning.”

And just before you can’t get anymore embarrassed he walks out and says over his shoulder. “The labs aren’t sound proof, and these walls echo.”

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A Burnt Rose Chapter 0

Touya x Fem!Reader ✿ Single Parent ✿ Word Count: 566

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A/N: Collab Masterlist Having a short, laid back, self indulgent collab is 👌 This is the prequel to my series A Burnt Rose

Heavy boots crunch the dry grass you sit on. Ignoring it, you continue to watch the firework display in the distance. Unneeded heat surrounds you as the person settles in behind you. Warm arms wrap around your stomach and the heavy scent of tobacco and campfires fills your lungs, comforting you.

“You’re late,” you say dryly and stroke metal staples lining the back of his hand that serve as a reminder of his past and keep his body together. As furious as you want to be, you can’t help but melt at his touch.

“I came,” he smirks and buries his head in your neck, inhaling deeply to imprint your scent in his brain.

“I know,” you smile though he cannot see it. He did come, and that’s what matters. The two of you sit in comfortable silence a while longer, explosions of greens, oranges, and blues in the distance. From the abandoned hill, you can see people filling shut down streets and even boats silently sitting in the river, all to watch the display.

“How long are you in town?” you ask and lean into him. When he does not answer, you pull away and stare at him. Brilliant arctic blue eyes carefully avoid looking at you. “Touya.”

His silence speaks volumes. Deflating, you pull your knees up to your chest. How long had it been since you’d seen him? How long would it be until you saw him again? Would he even be alive at that point?

“So we only get one night – if that,” you say sullenly.

"We need to make it count then.” He pulls you in, his lips finding the sensitive spot on your neck. Teeth and metal graze your skin, sending a shiver down your spine.

“Touya, stop,” you push him away, “I just want to spend time with you. I-” You wish you could pluck your words out of the air and shove them back in your mouth. You wish you could travel through time and go back three seconds. You wish you could be anywhere but here, on the receiving end of his unempathetic stare that you’ve seen too many times before when tears cloud your eyes. You know what comes next. He leaves and you cry.

“What.” The unspoken ‘say it’ hangs heavily between you.

“I miss you,” you admit, mortifying heat rising in your cheeks. Touya doesn’t do clingy, and right now you’re as clingy as a magnet in an iron fabrication plant. You brace yourself for inevitable rejection, for him to get up and walk away.

“I miss you too, Doll,” he says and pulls you into him again. You slip your arms inside his leather jacket and around his waist. Home. He feels like home. You’re meant to be here with him.

You watch the fireworks in silence until the air is heavy with smoke and the crowds disperse, but the two of you remain well into the night.

“You know… if you don’t have to leave just yet,” you mumble from his lap, lazily tracing your finger over his knuckles, “I moved a couple blocks away?”

“You don’t have to ask me twice,” he chuckles, his breath teasing the hairs on the back of your neck.

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You wake the next morning, bed empty, and a single singed rose on your night stand. A calling card of sorts. A promise that he will return.

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