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kingkatsuki · 4 years ago

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Secrets | Bakugou Katsuki x Reader

This is a thirst post that got out of hand, thank you for the ask, Anon!💕

Pairing: stepdad!Bakugou x f!Reader

Warnings: 18+, pseudo-incest, big age gap (reader in her 20s, Bakugou mid 40s) cheating, male masturbation, slight somnophilia, cunnilingus, implied!first time, creampie.

Word Count: 4.2k.

Bakugou couldn’t deny what he was doing was wrong, he was an intelligent man. But there was just something so alluring about you that made it so difficult for him to stop. The nights he lay in bed now plagued with thoughts of you as his thick cock stirred between his strong thighs. Often causing him to get up in the small hours of the morning just to relieve himself, sometimes passing by your room in the hopes you’d gone to sleep in a compromising position again.

He loved hearing you complain about the house being too hot, making you go to sleep in the skimpiest pyjama sets known to man, so much skin on display there was really no point in even wearing anything. Bakugou stared at you with glee when he realised his plan had worked, leaving the thermostat at an uncomfortable temperature and telling you that he promised he’d fix it, just for you.

Your body sprawled out invitingly for him on the bed, kicking the covers off yourself during the night as you lay on your side. One of your thick thighs over the other as your shorts pulled up between your round cheeks, wishing he could run the heavy length of his cock between them. His vermilion eyes moving towards the swell of your breast, barely concealed beneath the matching pyjama shirt. Groaning as he palmed himself through his shorts, the underside of your tits more defined in this position. Your darkened areolas peeking out beneath the top invitingly, making him want to reach out and tug the fabric up.

Fuck, you were perfect. His shorts already pulled down just enough to free his aching cock, wrapping a large palm around himself as he gave a teasing pump. Circling his wrist as he reached his leaking tip to catch some of his pre and glide it along his length for lubrication. Jerking himself off at the sight of you, your pouty lips parted in quiet slumber as he imagined the plush head of his cock slipping between them. Making tears stream down those pretty cheeks as he fucked your face with his cock. Feeling his tip hit the back of your throat with each forward motion as he began to speed up his pace around his cock. It shouldn’t be allowed for one person to be this fucking hot, taking a chance to move his deft fingers towards your shirt as he tugged it. Pulling it up around your breasts as he watched them spill out, the sight causing his hips to stutter as he cursed under his breath. Your pretty nipples looked so soft and little. Wanting to reach out to pinch and tug at them to watch them harden against his touch. A choked moan leaving his lips as he cupped the palm of his hand around his tip, moving his fist frantically as he came with a grunt into his palm. Slipping from your room with his pants still around his thighs as he made his way towards the bathroom to clean himself up, climbing back into bed with his wife.

Satisfied for now.

You had to know what you were doing, there was only so long you could put on this innocent act for him. Acting like you were coy and naive but Bakugou knew you were anything but. Starting to wear more revealing clothes around the house, walking past him towards your bedroom clad in only a towel after your showers, leaving your dirty panties on the side for him when he stepped inside the bathroom and having it smell like you.

He was playing a dangerous game, and he knew it. His wife was suspicious that his sex drive had mysteriously decreased but he played it down to arduous work as a Pro-Hero. It was difficult trying to maintain the number two spot and there were mornings he would come home tired and aching. Dropping himself onto the couch with a grunt as his wife tried to get his dirty self off the material and into a shower as she readied herself to leave for work.

He wasn’t even trying to hide it now, whenever he’d barge into your room when you were home and his wife was at work. Openly ogling you as he sat with his thighs spread invitingly, still dressed in his hero costume as you made your way past him to the kitchen. The round curve of your ass was blatantly visible underneath the oversized shirt you were wearing as his cock throbbed impatiently, wishing he could come up behind you and bend you over the counters.

“Gonna make a coffee for your old man?” Bakugou shouted to you from his position on the couch, smirking when you turned to look at him with those pouty lips of yours.

He didn’t get a response but a large mug of coffee was placed in front of his parted thighs on the coffee table obediently, giving him a chance to openly stare at your exposed skin.

Bakugou was no fool, he knew it was wrong. He was well over twice your age and had many more years of experience. The boys that had probably touched you before definitely didn’t know what they were doing, tumbling hands squeezing and tugging your body uncomfortably as they humped themselves against you. The thought alone had Bakugou seething, those fuckers didn’t deserve to touch what was his. Beginning to wonder if you’d ever really been with a man before or if you got yourself off. Thoughts instantly moving to how your cute little fingers would look stuffed inside your tight cunt. Whether you were even able to curl them properly to catch against the spots you needed to touch to get yourself off. Maybe you just toyed with your clit, spinning quick circles against it as your hole was left empty and available. A space that he would be more than willing to fill.

Leaning forward with a groan of his aching limbs Bakugou raised the mug of coffee to his lips. Chugging the warm liquid as it soothed his throat, the fact that you’d made it for him made it taste that much better. You were always such a good girl for him. Giving himself a few more minutes before he rose to his feet, intent on taking a shower and getting rid of the day's dirt and grime from his body.

Starting the shower as he began to disrobe. Letting the heavy utility belts clank to the floor as he pulled it pants down his muscular thighs, his underwear pooling around his ankles as his semi-hard cock hung between his legs. A messy mixture of blonde and light silver hair scattered against his scarred body, leading down towards the V dip that he still had even at his age. He was certainly rounder now, his stomach more pronounced but he was nowhere near out of shape. The parts of him that used to be pure muscle were now softer as he stepped inside the steamy shower. Still plagued with thoughts of you as he wrapped a soapy hand around his cock.

You’d be the death of him.

You heard the shower begin to run as you pulled the oversized shirt you’d worn to bed up and over your head, leaving you clad in the tiny set of lingerie you’d bought especially. A deep shade of green that matched his hero costume perfectly, catching your reflection in the mirror as you made sure all the straps of it were positioned in the right way, twirling to look at how it looked from behind.

You knew Bakugou always passed by your room before he went to sleep, and with your mother out at work this would be the perfect opportunity to do this. Leaving your bedroom door wide open as you heard the shower turn off from across the hall. Waiting expectantly as the click of the door sounded to indicate Bakugou was leaving the steamy room, turning around so you were facing your headboard as you spread your thighs, moving onto all fours as you heard a choked gasp sound from your bedroom door. Smirking as you turned around innocently, holding your phone in your hands as you pretended to be taking photos of yourself.

“Everything okay, daddy? Did you get lost again?” You smirked at the deep red blush across his cheeks, wide eyes staring at your exposed skin shamelessly as he stood in nothing but a towel. Already seeing the thick meat of his cock beneath beginning to harden, “Your room is down the hall, remember?”

Bakugou’s eyes were focused on the way the small string of fabric clung to your lower lips, disappearing between the curve of your ass as he felt his hips stutter. All it would take would be one finger beneath the fabric to move it to the side, he could probably tear the material off you completely with one harsh tug. But it seemed such a shame to damage it when it was the exact shade of his hero costume.

You had to know what you were doing.

“You doin’ that on purpose, hah?”

“No, daddy. I would never.” You spoke so innocently but your actions were anything but, sitting up and turning around so he got the perfect view of your breasts. Smiling at the way your step-dad’s eyes glazed over, mouth agape as he continued to blatantly ogle you. “If you keep getting lost on the way to your bedroom maybe you should start sleeping with me instead.”

You definitely hadn’t expected his answer.

“Gonna let me sleep in your bed?” You found yourself nodding n. agreement, although you suddenly felt shy. Trying to keep up the bold act as he took a daring step forward, you hadn’t expected him to bite.

“Yeah? Gonna look after your old man.” You gasped when he came towards you, standing at the foot of your bed so you could get a better look at his exposed skin. Still damp from his shower as your eyes mapped out every ridge and scar across his body.

“You gonna sleep with me, daddy?” Bakugou groaned at the implication, you were pure sin.

“Is that what you want?” He asked huskily, your head nodding before he’d even finished the sentence.

Bakugou groaned when he reached out to squeeze one of your breasts through the sheer fabric of your bra, thumbing the fabric as he watched your nipples harden beneath it. Your back arching into his touch as the straps fell off your shoulders, shuffling your knees to come closer to the edge of the bed towards him. Fingers tugging at his towel. He let it drop to the floor shamelessly as you gasped at the sight of his thick, fat cock. He smirked at your reaction, already feeling himself regaining control in the situation after being completely blindsided by you.

“This the biggest one you’ve seen?” Bakugou laughed as you nodded your head, instantly reaching your hand out to wrap around it but he couldn’t let you. With the amount of pent up tension he had in his body because of you, he knew he wouldn’t be able to last long. Instead, grasping your small wrist in his palm as he moved it away. A look of hurt flashing in your features as he shook his head, moving both his large palms to your thighs to pull them out from beneath you, laying you back flat on your bed.

“Gonna let daddy taste this pretty pussy?” He hummed, gliding the back of his knuckles along your covered folds as you rolled your hips into his touch, trying to get him to touch you where you needed it most as he felt just how wet your panties were already.

“Please-” You gasped as Bakugou’s palms grabbed your waist, raising you up and moving you towards your headboard as though you weighed nothing. A sheer indication of his strength as your mattress dipped from his weight as he settled between your thighs.

Fingertips tugging the thin hem of your panties as he pulled them down your thighs, noticing the silvery strings of your slick catching against the fabric and splitting off to stick to your inner thighs. Bakugou’s breath catching in his throat as his eyes met the sight of your naked cunt for the first time. Your folds glistening invitingly as your wetness glistened in the early morning light. Unable to resist running his calloused thumb through them as he split you apart, pressing against your clit before continuing lower. The tip of his thumb pressing against your entrance as he felt just how tight you were. Barely able to fit the expanse of his thumb inside you as he began to circle it, smirking at the way you tried to suck him in.

“Daddy, don’t tease. I can take it-“ You whined, rolling your hips to try and get him inside you.

“You can take it, can you?” Bakugou rasped, smirking at the whine that left your lips when he moved his thumb away from your folds, pressing a gentle kiss to your clit, “‘m not sure you can, little girl.”

Leaning down onto his chest as he curved his large palms around your thighs, spreading you open for him as he blew cold air against your bare cunt. Watching the way your body responded to him as he stared up at you. Half lidded eyes gazing back down at him as your chest heaved in anticipation. Unable to wait any longer as his resolve crumbled, sliding the flat of his tongue along your folds as he gave your cunt a languid lick. Your hips arched off the bed erratically at the sensation, hands immediately weaving into his messy blond hair as you let out a shrill cry. The thin stubble along his jaw scratching against your soft skin roughly, creating a delicious friction that had you begging for more.

Fuck, you were so responsive. He repeated the motion to try and pull more of those sweet sounds from your lips, your nails grazing his scalp as he began to feast on your pretty cunt. Swirling his tongue around your puffy clit before travelling lower, dipping the tip inside your tight entrance.

“Daddy, fuck-“ You whined, your thighs tightening on either side of his head as you tried to keep him pressed against your cunt, “Feels so good-“

“Yeah, sweetheart?” Bakugou groaned, sliding a single finger inside your tight entrance as he began to slurp at your clit. Your inner walls clenched around him immediately, sending a surge of desire directly to his cock. If you felt this tight around one of his fingers, imagine how tight you’d feel around his cock.

You tasted even better than he could’ve ever imagined, the sweetest ambrosia that he would have made deals with the devil to sample.

“Want more, daddy. Please-” You pleaded with him, wanting to feel the force of him stretching you out.

“Sure you can take it, pretty girl?” He smirked against your clit, sucking it between his lips as watched your mouth open in pleasure.

“Yes, please-” You keened as he obliged, pushing a second finger inside your tightness and groaning as he felt the way your body tried to tighten around him.

“You need to relax, Princess. Too damn tight-“ He rasped, scissoring his fingers to try and prepare you for his cock. Wet, lewd squelches filling your room as you writhe beneath him.

His fingers curved towards the spongy spot inside you that you’d never been able to reach with your own. Navigating towards it like he knew exactly how to make you come undone. Something that probably came with years of experience, nothing like the boys you’d been with before who would jab into your tight walls frantically as they tried to speed past the intimate act of foreplay.

“Fuck, daddy. ‘m gonna cum.” You gasped at how fast your climax had washed over you, unused to the sensation as you let out a loud cry. Your toes curling as your thighs squeezed either side of his head, his lips still wrapped around your clit as he worked you through your climax, pulling more of those pretty sounds from your lips.

“Fuck,” Bakugou groaned, moving back from your slit as your juices dribbled from the side of his lips, glistening against his chin as he continued pumping his fingers in and out of your quivering walls as he cherished the sensation.

Licking his lips as he wiped the back of his hand along his chin, offering his slick coated fingers to you as you eagerly sucked them into your mouth. Swirling your tongue around them as you taste yourself on his skin.

Bakugou moving up from between your thighs as he let the fat meat of his cock flop down on your abdomen, the mushroomed head oozing pre as it dribbled against your skin near your belly button. The suggestion that he would be that deep inside you when he fucked you made your abdomen swirl, your empty cunt clenching at the thought.

Tugging the sheer cups of your bra down to let your round breasts spill out. Palming the soft skin as he watched how responsive you were to him. Tweaking your soft nipples between his thumb and forefinger until they pebbled beneath his touch, pulling more sinful sounds from your lips.

His hands moving to your thighs as he began to grind the length of his cock along your sloppy folds, the veins of his cock catching against your puffy clit as he rolled his hips. Watching the way your tits bounced as he ruts himself against you.

“God, you’re so fuckin’ pretty.” He rasped, imagining how much prettier you’d look covered in his cum. Wondering if you’d let him take a photograph after so he’d have something to stroke his cock to at night when he lay in bed with your mother.

“I want you inside me, daddy.”

“Shit,” He groaned when your fingers began to press down on the tip of his cock, trying to catch it against your tight entrance as you angled your hips to get him inside, “I can’t without- Got any condoms in there?”

Bakugou leaned over towards your bedside table, tugging it open as you wrapped your thighs around his waist, your ankles locking behind his back to try and keep him positioned on top of you.

“I’m on the pill, mum said it would be better for college.”

Bakugou felt his cock throb at your words before his nose scrunched in annoyance. The simple idea of any college boys putting their inexperienced hands on you, using you for their perverted gain had him seething. You deserved to be treated better than that, to be looked after. There was nothing you could get from those inexperienced boys that he couldn’t give you. You needed a real man, a man that had the experience, the care and that wouldn’t leave you after a quick fuck.

“Yeah? Been letting those spotty college boys fuck this tight little pussy, have you?” Bakugou snarled, but it was more to find out how far you’d actually gone with anyone before.

“N-no, they’ve wanted to. But I’ve never let them do this-”

Bakugou’s nostrils flared in relief as he felt a pride swell inside him, you’d never let anyone do this but you were letting him. Good. You were his, he’d treat you properly. He’d make sure you enjoyed this.

“Want daddy to make you feel good?” He groaned when he pushed the fat head of his cock against your tight entrance.

“Please, I want it.” You whined when you felt Bakugou ease his hips forward. A dull ache forming between your thighs as he began to split you open on his cock.

“Jesus christ.” He groaned, feeling the way you clenched around him as he slipped inside inch by inch, trying his best not to rut his hips forward and bury himself inside you to the hilt with one thrust, “So fuckin’ tight.”

“It hurts, daddy.” You pouted, Bakugou’s thumb navigating towards your clit in an instant as he began to press sloppy circles against it. Your eyes were glossy as you tried to fight back tears, your lower lip trembling as Bakugou pressed a rough kiss to the side of your knee.

“I know, sweetheart. I know. Gonna make you feel so good soon though.” Bakugou watched the way his cock disappeared inside your tiny walls. Pressing the palm of his hand against your mound to feel the way he was stretching you out.

“You’re so big—“ Your words were innocent, matter-of-fact but you had no idea what they did to him. His hips jerking messily as he buried the final inches inside your tightness, his tip kissing your cervix as the messy hairs at the base of his cock tickled your clit.

“Those college boys ever make you feel this good, hah?” Bakugou grunted, certain he already knew the answer from the way you were clinging to him, eyes rolling back as your nails dug into his wrists as they held your legs apart, “They even make you cum?”

“N-oh,” You gasped as his cock brushed against a certain spot inside you, igniting a sensation you’d never felt before. Bakugou was pleased with the answer, knowing that he would be the only man to make you cum. You were his, and he refused to let anyone else have you.

“Bet that shitty fuckin’ boyfriend of yours wouldn’t even know how to make you cum, would he sweetheart?” Bakugou’s hips snapped against your thighs bruisingly, keeping a frantic pace. His body still aching from his strenuous night shift but he was determined to make you feel good.

He wouldn’t last long, your eager walls clenching around him so perfectly as he split you apart on his cock. He couldn’t remember the last time he’d felt this good, your smaller hands reaching up to wrap around his broad shoulders. Eagerly trying to pull his lips down to yours, meeting in a sloppy kiss as he continued to fuck himself into you.

“Fuck, daddy. Gonna cum-“ You gasped, he’s just so deep inside you. His thick cock catching against every single ridge inside you, pressing against that spot inside you that would have you seeing stars. Your breasts bounced harshly with each roll of his hips, crying out for him as he continued to pound himself against your bruised cervix.

“Do it, sweetheart. Cum for daddy.” He groaned at the way your walls began to flutter around him, crying out as you came undone. Your body quivering as he fucked you through your release, your thighs shaking as he tried to hold on to his climax for longer. Wanting this moment to last as long as possible, but it was difficult with the way you were squeezing his cock. Eagerly trying to milk him of his release as he continued to listen to the sweet sounds he pulled from your lips.

“Shit, ‘m gonna cum.” Bakugou moved to slip out of you, more than content with cumming all over your perfect body but your thighs locked him in. Keeping him buried inside you as his hips faltered, his grip on the back of your thighs bruising as he began to feel the bliss of his orgasm surging through him.

“F-uck, you naughty girl-“ He grunted as he came, spilling thick, white ropes of his cum inside your willing walls. Still convulsing around him as you tried to milk him of his release, his balls lightening as he gave you all he had. Emptying himself inside your tight heat.

Bakugou kept himself sheathed inside you for a moment longer, cherishing the sensation of your tight cunt clenching around him in the after tremors of your climax.

Slowly slipping out of you to see the thick creamy ring of your release coating the base of his cock and his balls, looking towards your stretched cunt to see his pearly cum beginning to seep out of your convulsing walls. Unable to resist pressing a finger against you to push it back inside, blunt nails grazing against your inner walls. Your hands reached for his wrist as you tugged it away from your cunt, pulling it up to your lips as you cleaned the mixture of yours and his release off the digits.

The action causing Bakugou to groan as his spent cock began to throb painfully, already thinking about pushing himself back inside your silky walls.

“You look tired, are you gonna sleep in here with me, daddy?” Tugging on his wrist in an attempt to get him to lay down beside you. His large frame completely covering your own as he pulled your back against his chest, resting his chin on top of your head as he wrapped his muscular arms around you.

“You better wake your old man up before your ma gets home,” He murmured, basking in the scent of radiating from your pillow.

“I will, daddy. Promise.” You wiggled your ass back against his crotch as you got comfortable, the movement causing him to tighten his grip around you to stop you moving.

He’d said it before and he’d say it again, you were going to be the fucking death of him.

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kingkatsuki · 4 years ago

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This was hot😳 we love Bakugou swooping in to love reader when Deku won’t👀

Freaky Friday

NSFW, Minors DNI

Request

Pairing: Bakugou x reader, Izuku x reader

Word count: 5.6k

Warnings: daddy kink, impact play, degradation, oral, breeding kink, dubcon (considering the deception)

A/n: This got away from me, lengthwise. Also, didn't know what to do about OFA, so I made a creative decision, jsyk. Enjoy!

A thick veil of smoke enveloped the top two heroes, enough to allow the villain that they were pursuing to slip out of their line of sight. A mysterious light flashed into the haze, branching out like lightning to surround them.

"Kacchan?" Midoriya held his, well, not exactly his hands, out in front of him when enough of the smoke had cleared.

They looked familiar, but at the same time, completely foreign. He didn't quite recognize his voice either.

"What?" Bakugou spat and immediately tensed. Why the fuck did he sound like that?

He snapped his head toward Deku, only to find that he wasn't looking at Deku at all. He was looking at himself.

"What the fuck?" he seethed and shook his head. They didn't have time for whatever bullshit this was. They had a job to do. "We'll figure this shit out later. Pull your head outta your ass and let's go get that son-of-a-bitch first."

"Right," Midoriya nodded, clenching his fist as he broke into a sprint.

He didn’t have to run far. Thankfully, by the time they’d caught sight of the criminal, their respective sidekicks had already restrained him.

"This a new one," a police officer chuckled, reading a report off of a tablet as his fellow officers loaded the defeated villain into the back of a patrol car. "He apparently has a body-switching quirk. Good thing no one was hit with it, because there's not much known about it."

"Ha, uh, what?" The blonde hero scratched the back of his neck, looking visibly nervous, while the green-haired pro rolled his eyes and folded his arms over his chest.

"Thanks for all the useful information, real fuckin' helpful." The normally bubbly expression of the freckled-face Deku was MIA, instead replaced by an unamused scowl as he clapped his hand on Dynamight's shoulder, digging his fingers in tight enough to make the man wince as he led him away from the scene.

"Kacchan!" He spoke in a hushed whisper, jerking his shoulder out of his grip. "What are we going to do? Shouldn't we tell someone about this?"

“For what? So they can tell us to go to the hospital where they can’t do jack shit about it?” He cocked an eyebrow, obviously annoyed at the suggestion. “You heard that idiot, they don’t know anything about this damn quirk. It’s been a long fuckin’ week and I’m not about to waste my time off being poked and prodded for no goddamn reason. I’m going home.”

He spun on his heel, extending his palms to blast himself away as a habit, before realizing that he couldn’t. His quirk was tied to his body; a body he didn’t have control of at the moment. An exasperated groan left his lips as he lifted his palm to his forehead.

“Right.” He took a wide stance, bending his knees as if to take off in a sprint, trying to activate One for All, but he couldn’t do that either.

“Kacchan, I, uh—,” Deku held up a hand, sending forward a tendril of black whip from the body that he currently occupied, looking down as if it would help him avoid the rage boiling up within Bakugou.

It came out as a nonsensical growl. An aggressive muttering of a string of curse words and unsavory phrases.

Silently, Midoriya thought to himself that a temporarily quirkless Kacchan was maybe a divine dose of karma, but he didn’t dare let that thought slip out.

“Can’t fuckin’ believe this. Fuckin’ bullshit dumbass quir—“ Bakugou began stomping off, but Midoriya was quick to follow.

“Wait! If I go home like this, Y/n’s gonna worry.”

He stopped and heaved a heavy sigh, “So?” His tone sounded indignant, but if he was being honest with himself, he hadn’t yet considered how you would react to the situation.

“I mean, maybe you should—I don’t know. Maybe you should just..pretend to be me? This might wear off by morning for all we know, right? She worries enough as is, I don’t want to give her more reason to.”

Bakugou spun around to look straight into his own face, something that made him uneasy enough to begin with and was only made worse by the pathetic expression painted on it.

"Fine," his jaw was set tight as he jabbed at Deku's borrowed chest, "But if you're gonna pretend to be me, don't make me look like such a pussy, got it? I'll run home and play house with your wife for you."

As the words left his lips, an idea blossomed in his brain. One that he, admittedly, shouldn't have jumped to so quickly, but he couldn't help himself. This was a once in a lifetime opportunity, right?

“You wouldn’t..do anything though, right? With her, I mean,” Midoriya asked, as if he could read the filthy thoughts flying through Bakugou's mind. "She, uh, she can be a bit," he paused, searching for the right word. "Insatiable, at times. But you'll tell her no if she tries to, you know. Won't you?"

"You think that telling me that she's insatiable in bed is a good deterrent?" He scoffed, "I'd say you're dumber than you look, but at the moment, you look as smart as I've ever seen you."

"Kacchan, I'm serious."

"All right," he flashed his palms in a reluctantly placating manner, "I won't fuck your wife. Scout's honor, okay?"

"Thank you," he sighed with relief.

"No promises if she offers me head though," he smirked as he pulled out his phone to call a car.

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On the car ride home, more potential scenarios crossed his mind. Ones that were far less suggestive, but still felt just as forbidden.

You’d greet him when he got home, the same way he’d seen you greet Deku for so many years. The realization had his palms sweating and his stomach tightening with nerves that he hadn’t felt since college, since before Deku had scooped you up and made you his.

Knowing you were spoken for hadn't done anything to quell his feelings for you though. He could control himself, obviously. He knew that you were happy enough with Deku, though personally, he always thought that you could be happier with him. He'd never get between your marriage though. Despite their never-ending sense of rivalry, he could respect the sanctity of that.

If there was one silver lining to this inconvenient incident, at least he could pretend for one day that you were his. Even if he had to wear Deku's damn face to do it.

He fished an unfamiliar set of keys from his pocket, taking a deep breath before he swung the door open.

"Babe?" he heard your melodic voice before he saw you.

He could tell it was coming from down the hall, so he called out, following the source of the sound.

"Yeah, I'm home," he replied, slipping off his boots before carrying on down the long hallway, taking notice of the cracked door at the end.

"How was your day? I hope you're not too tired," you cooed, and Bakugou could just imagine the cute little pout your lips must be pursed into.

"Too tired for what, baby?" He came up to the door, pushing it open as he laid his eyes on the most glorious sight that he'd ever seen.

You were sitting on the plush bench at the foot of the bed, one leg crossed over the other. A lacy, black set of lingerie clinging to your frame as your gazed up at him with a smile that nearly knocked him right off of his feet.

All bets were off now.

"Whoa," he swallowed, drinking in your ethereal appearance.

"You're not too tired to help me take this off, are you?" You caught your lip between your teeth, standing and strolling straight up to tug on the fabric of his hero costume, guiding his lips towards yours until they crashed into one another.

His hands moved on their own accord, gravitating towards the supple flesh of your ass. Both hands giving it a firm squeeze as he pulled your hips against his, allowing you to feel the tent that he'd already pitched in his pants.

You tugged harder at his costume, whimpering with need as you walked backwards towards the bed.

“Need you so bad,” you mewled as spun the both of you around, pushing him gently until his legs hit the bench. “Can I suck your cock, pretty please? Wanna make you feel so good tonight, Daddy.”

“Oh, fuck,” his eyebrows knit together as he groaned and started working himself out of the material, never taking his eyes off your sweet, submissive face. “Such a good girl, aren’t you?”

“Just for you, Daddy,” the innocent smile that graced your features as you dropped to your knees in front of him sent a throbbing pulse straight to his cock.

He couldn’t remember the last time that he’d even been this hard. The way that you were looking up at him, your hands helping him peel away the layers that separated his cock from your warm, wet mouth, had him nearly feral before you’d even properly touched him.

“May I, Daddy? Please?” You batted your lashes, hovering your mouth just in front of his erect length, so that he could feel your warm breath fanning over it, sending an almost painful shiver up his spine.

“Fuck yes,” he breathed, pushing his hands into your hair as he kicked the costume off to the side.

You braced your hands on his thighs, taking the tip into your mouth to swirl your tongue around it, tasting the bit of precum that had beaded there.

He was briefly disappointed that he couldn’t see your lips wrapped around his actual cock, but proud to know that given the size of what Deku was working with, you might actually have trouble taking it if he were in the right body.

You wrapped one hand around his cock, while your lips slowly sank down his length. He inhaled sharply, all of his senses fading away as he focused on just how fucking good you were making him feel. He shut his eyes while his fingers tensed in your roots as he repressed the urge to shove his cock straight into your throat and fuck your cute little mouth until you were choking on his cum.

His jaw hung open as he groaned louder, studying your movements with intention as he responded to the way you were taking him in and out. Tongue swirling, cheeks hollowing as your hand gripped the base of his cock, your fingers curling underneath to massage his balls. Eyes locked with his, eagerly watching the pleasure flood his expression with each bob of your head, as if it fueled you to make him feel this good.

You looked as submissive and breedable as ever and it was driving him absolutely insane. He wanted to ruin you; he needed to. If this was going to be his only opportunity, he'd run with it and he wouldn't look back.

"Gonna let Daddy do what he wants with you tonight?" He brought a hand to your breast, palming it through the elegant lace that restrained it, coaxing your nipples to harden at his touch before he tugged at it.

"Yes, Daddy," you moaned needily as you came up for air, your chin glistening with spit as your hand continued to pump his length. "I'll do anything for you."

“Mmc’mere then, baby,” he seized your hand, bringing you to your feet, only to sit down on the bench and pull you between his parted legs. “Wanna play with that pretty little pussy of yours,” he slipped a hand between your thighs, rubbing circles against your folds.

You steadied yourself on his shoulders, your knees already shaking as he pulled your panties down, letting them pool around your ankles while he began teasing your clit. He slipped two fingers inside with ease, sighing at the glorious feeling of your slick walls pulsing around his digits.

“So fuckin’ wet, ready to take this cock already, aren’t cha’?” He smirked, snaking an arm around your hips, lifting you just enough to settle you on his lap, your heat hovering just above his swollen head as your knees pressed into the plush fabric and you shed your bra.

“Yes, Daddy,” you mewled, moaning in his ear as your hips bucked impatiently, “Please, give it to me, Daddy,” the whine that followed your words escalated into a cry as he gripped your hips, sinking you down onto his length.

A strangled growl left his throat as he guided your motions, watching your pussy drip around his cock as you bounced up and down with practiced ease. His lips found your breasts, attaching to one and swiping his tongue around your sensitive nipple as he closed his eyes.

Your soft tits in his face, the beautiful sound of your moans echoing around the bedroom, the velvety feel of your walls squeezing his cock. It was all so intense. He didn’t want this to be over too soon, but you were moving so quickly, relentlessly chasing your release, so he helped you get there, rubbing circles on your clit while his teeth gently tugged at your nipples, speaking sinful words to coax you over the precipice.

“You gonna cream on my cock, princess? Gonna show me what a good little whore you are?” He noticed the surprise on your face as the words left his lips.

Deku probably didn’t use those types of names in the bedroom, he supposed, but you didn’t seem to hate it. The way you clenched tighter around his cock made him think you probably fucking liked it, because of course you did, you were perfect. But now he wanted to know what else you liked.

He leaned back, shuffling his hips forward so you lost your leverage and he was the one completely in control, “Is that what you are, baby? Daddy’s good little slut?”

“Yes, Daddy!” You cried, grasping for something to cling onto and settling for raking your nails down his chest.

His hands gripped your ass as he thrusted upwards into you, picking up the pace as he gave a sharp smack to one cheek, “Want you to fuckin’ scream when you cum all over this dick. Tell everybody who the fuck is making you feel so goddamn good. Understand me?”

“Yes, oh fuck, yes!” Your voice broke as your vision whited out, ears buzzing as waves of intense pleasure washed over you. “‘Zuku!”

A pang hit his chest as he remembered himself. How he wasn’t himself right now. But the sting only lasted for a moment before it was overtaken by the euphoria that your spasming walls sent him into.

He grunted, his hips stuttering, “Shit, baby,” he muttered as he continued to fuck up into you, guiding you both through your release as you laid against his chest, his arms enveloping you.

You laid there for a beat afterwards, silently recovering your senses until you stirred on top of him to dismount and crawl into the bed, reaching out a hand and making a little grabbing motion, beckoning him to join you.

It was almost enough to give him whiplash, how fast you could go from sinfully seductive to adorably innocent. Who was he to refuse you?

He turned and crawled on all fours into the bed, marveling at your form as he climbed over you, caging you in as your fingertips trailed up his arms. The soft expression on your face inspiring butterflies to flutter about in the pit of his stomach.

How did this make him so nervous compared to what the two of you had just done? Why is this what got to him?

“I love you,” you spoke sweetly, kind eyes peering up at him as your hands came to rest behind his neck.

Fuck. He should’ve seen this coming, but it’d never really been part of any of his after sex routines. He was almost afraid, but he couldn’t admit that to himself.

Nor could he admit that he actually meant it when he whispered back, “I love you too.”

“What got into you tonight? I mean I know it’s been a while and I’ve been pretty pent up, but I didn’t realize you had that in you.” You pulled him in, kissing him gently as he laid down beside you, folding an arm over your waist, while he propped himself up on the other.

Been a while? How long? How did that damn nerd not fuck you every single day? How did he ever leave you alone?

“I, uh,” he shrugged, studying your face, trying to focus on the conversation instead of just how beautiful you looked this close up. “I’m not sure. Did you like it, though? I mean, are you all right? I didn’t spank you too hard or get too mean, did I?”

“No, no,” you smiled, putting an arm behind his head to play idly with the soft green curls on his scalp. “I really liked it, actually. Maybe we could try more of that sometime? I think I could handle more than what you did tonight.”

“I’m sure you could,” he voiced his thoughts out loud, chuckling quietly as a soft smirk lingered on his lips. “We can do whatever you wanna do, princess. Anything for you.”

“Princess, hmm? I think you’ve been spending too much time with Bakugou.” You giggle and for a second, he’s afraid he’s been found out.

“Oh, ha, yeah. Maybe I have. Sorry,” he pauses. What the fuck does he call you?? It’s some dumb shit, isn’t it? Ah, that’s right. “Puppy.” The word leaving his tongue is nearly enough to make him cringe.

“Princess is fine too,” you shrug, “I kinda like it.”

“I’ll keep that in mind,” he studies your face, watching your eyes as they fixate on the tuft of hair that you keep toying with. It’s relaxing. The subtle, soothing shivers your actions send down his spine as the rhythm of your quiet breathing is the only sound left in the room.

He wishes he could lay here forever, but he doesn’t know when his time with you will be up. So he seizes another opportunity.

“Have I ever told you about the crush Ba--ah, Kacchan, had on you?”

Your eyes pull back to his, narrowing in intrigue, “No? He had a crush on me?”

“Yeah, all through college, I think.”

“No,” you shook your head, “I had no idea. I thought he hated me right up until we got married, actually.”

You laughed, but it broke his heart a little. Hated you? How could he?

“Why?” He reminded himself to watch his tone. That came off a little too defensive, but if you noticed, you didn’t comment.

“He was a bit of a jerk? Granted, that was more after we started dating, I guess. In hindsight, that would make sense. He’s never been one to handle his emotions well, huh?”

Another blow to the chest. He didn’t ever mean to treat you poorly at all. He was pissed that Deku had gotten to you before he found the nerve to, but he hadn’t meant to take that out on you.

“No,” he looked down, grinning lop-sidedly. “He hasn't.”

“You know, I actually had a crush on him too, as dumb as it sounds,” he snaps his eyes up to your face and you clarify, “Before we got together, of course.”

“Oh,” he nods, “Right. Yeah, no, it’s--I mean, we’re married. It’s fine, babe. You really had a crush on him though?”

“Yeah and I couldn’t tell you why,” you laugh. “Maybe it was my rebellious phase. I’m sure if I had brought him home, my mother would have lost her damn mind.”

“She probably would have,” he chuckled half-heartedly, swallowing the swords that he wanted to spew to find the words that Deku would use instead. “Well, I’m pretty happy with how things worked out.”

“Me too,” you grin, reaching a hand up to hold his jaw in your hand as you sit up, laying him on his back, so that you can hover over him. “Thank you for tonight. I know things have been a little distant between us, but I’m glad that you’re trying. I appreciate it, Izuku.”

Fuck. The sense of guilt that he’d been holding off was creeping back in. This was the dumbest fucking thing he’d ever done. It had to be. What could he do now? You were going to find out eventually, weren’t you? Surely, you’d mention this to Deku tomorrow. All of it.

He was thinking with his dick when he walked in, but now he was afraid of hurting you. Not just by revealing how he’d obviously betrayed your trust. Now that he thought about it, this was--definitely not okay? Fuck. Fuck, he��d fucked up. Because on top of that, now you think you’ve had some sort of breakthrough with your husband, who wouldn’t know what the fuck you were talking about whenever he got back into his own body?

He didn’t know what to do. He was panicking. He was blanking. He wasn’t thinking when he said, “I-I’m not Izuku.”

“What?” Your face went stark white as you scrambled away from him. He reached out to you, instinctively, wanting to soothe the hurt that he knew he’d helped cause. “Who the fuck are y--Bakugou?”

Gathering the sheets around you, you curled up on the far side of the bed, shrinking away from him as he puts his hands up.

“Yes,” he admitted. “I’m--I don’t even know what to fuckin’ say. I’m so sorry, Y/n.”

“What the fuck happened? Where’s my husband?” Tears were welling in your eyes as you held your hand out, activating your quirk to levitate a stack of heavy books from the bedside table.

“Hey, hey, hey! Look, I’d never hurt you and Deku’s fine!” He held his hands higher, “This was his dumb fuckin’ idea.”

You lowered the books, clutching both hands around the sheets as you looked at him skeptically, “What was his idea? What in the fuck happened?”

“We got hit by a body-switching quirk,” he sighs, lowering his hands. “They don’t know anything about it. Couldn’t tell us when it would wear off. His dumb ass insisted that I should just come here and pretend to be him, so that you wouldn’t worry. And my dumb ass took advantage of the situation. I was thinking with my dick and I know that’s no excuse, but I didn’t mean to--fuck, please, don’t cry, princess,” he looks at you regretfully, watching tears stream over your cheeks as you furiously wipe them away.

“You’re gonna think I’m a fucking idiot, but it’s not you I’m upset with,” you scoff. “What you did was fucked up.” You narrow your eyes briefly in his direction, “But I’m more upset that I think he used this as an excuse to avoid me.”

“What?” He asked incredulously. “Why the fuck would he want to avoid you? You guys always look so fuckin’ perfect together. Like you’re living on Cloud Nine all the damn time.”

You laugh, but it’s void of joy and full of bitterness, “Yeah, he’s a real good actor. Guess I am too.” You shake your head, looking away as you try to dry your eyes. “I love him. Fuck, do I love him. But lately, he hasn’t touched me. Hasn’t talked to me the way he used to. He still treats me fine and I’m sure it’s just because he’s so busy now that he’s finally just made it to Number One, but,” you shrug, “It hurts, you know? He used to act like that all the time. He’d dote on me hand and foot. I never asked him to or expected him to; he just did it. But now, it’s like it’s only for the cameras.”

A new wave of sobs wracks through you as you curl your knees into your chest, wrapping your arms around them as your bury your face, speaking through muffled cries, “I told myself that it might be like this when he got the news that he’d made it and that I should just give him so some space and time to adjust, maybe it’s just me being selfish, but I-I just feel like,” you sniffle, looking back up and to Bakugou, disguised as your husband. “Sometimes, I feel like he doesn’t want me anymore. He’s never said so and I like to think that he’s trying, but after feeling set aside for so many months, I just can’t help but wonder.”

His heart was bleeding now. Having been ripped open by your display of emotion. He still didn’t know what to say, but he could try. He had to, for you.

“He loves you,” he reaches out a hand tentatively, rubbing your arm gently when you don’t pull away and you lean into him. “He does. He just,” he pauses, thinking of the right words. “He gets too caught up sometimes. He’s done it before and he doesn’t mean to. His tunnel vision gets the best of him. I know everyone thinks the bastard’s flawless, but obviously you and I know better. He’s finally achieved this big dream of his and he’s lost focus on what really matters, but he’ll find it again.”

You nod, wiping away more tears with the sheets balled up in your hands as he continues, smiling apologetically, “This isn’t your fault. You shouldn’t feel guilty for expecting your husband to act like your fucking husband. Listen, if you want, I’ll knock some fuckin’ sense into him for ya, because he’s missing out right now.” He smiles as you let out a quiet laugh that actually has some sincerity to it. “You aren’t meant to be an afterthought. You’re not just a priority when it’s convenient enough for him. Tell that asshole to treat you like his wife before you’re someone else’s.”

“You make it sound so easy,” you swipe the last of your tears off your cheek, holding your knees to your chest as you look at him.

“It’s never easy telling someone how you feel. I know, ” he forces a smile. “But you gotta do it, for your own sake at least.”

“Surprisingly sage words coming from you,” you muse, staring into the white sheets pooled around your legs.

“Everyone has their moments,” he exhales, shifting himself over to the edge of the bed. “I also had a pretty low one tonight, so I’m gonna go.”

“Wait,” you call, shuffling over to him as you try to keep the sheet pulled over you.

He glances over his shoulder at you.

“Could you, uh, stay?” You ask sheepishly. “Again, I don’t exactly wanna condone what you did, but also, I could argue that you were just doing what Izuku asked you to. And I—don’t judge me for sounding so pathetic, but I wasn’t exaggerating about how touch-starved I am, so if you wouldn’t mind, maybe we co—,”

“I’ll stay,” he nods, looking down into your eyes. “You never need to give me a reason, princess.”

“Thank you,” you blush, looking down as you sit against the headboard. “Could you grab me a t-shirt and some panties? They’re both in those top two drawers over there.

You gesture toward the set of drawers along the wall and he nods and he stands, collecting the garments and tossing them onto the bed before turning around.

“Thank you,” you say again, climbing out of bed to quickly pull the clothing on. “You’re good. His, uh, his boxers are in the top of that one.”

You tilt your head toward another set of drawers, set beside the first and he retrieves a pair to slip into before climbing back into the bed, sitting beside you, entirely unsure of how to proceed.

“So, uh,” you break the uncomfortable silence, “you had a crush on me?”

He shakes his head, scoffing at his own stupidity, “Have,” he admits. “I still have a little crush on you, I guess.”

“I thought as much,” you nod, “I don’t want to make you uncomfortable or anything, so I understand if you wanna go.”

“I’m not fuckin’ leavin’ you tonight.” He states matter-of-factly. “I said I’d stay. You don’t need to spare my feelings, Princess. I’m fine, really.”

“Are you sure?” You scoot closer to him and he wraps his arm around you, pulling you into his chest told fold his other arm over you.

“I’m sure,” he confirms. “I’m just doin’ what Deku asked me to, right?”

He smirks and you laugh, relaxing into his embrace, “Yeah, I guess so.”

“You know, he actually told me pretty specifically not to sleep with you. Even if you tried.” He glanced down at you, “Said you were ‘insatiable’ sometimes.”

“Insatiable?” You scoff indignantly, “The last time we fucked was literally after the last Billboards. Pardon me for asking for the dick a little aggressively.”

“Are you fuckin’ kiddin’ me? That was 4 months ago.” He looked indignant for you.

“I know, I’ve counted.” You roll your eyes. “Probably just said so, because he knew I would try. You know how many sets of lingerie and stupid little outfits and toys I’ve bought trying to entice him? I sit on that stupid fuckin’ bench at least three times a week trying to get his attention.”

He pinched the bridge of his nose, his face contorted in frustration, “You fuckin’ what? Does he—does that asshole really not realize how lucky he is?”

“Well, it feels nice to hear you say that, at least.”

He holds you a little tighter, tracing idle shapes into your arm as he sinks you both further into the bed, so that you’re laying beside one another. You bring your thigh up to rest on top of his as your hand lays on his chest.

“It’s gonna work out,” he murmurs into your hair. “Even if I have to physically remove his head from his ass.”

“At this point, I might like to see that,” you giggle, nuzzling yourself into the crook of his head as he tucks you under his chin with a half smile.

A few moments of silence pass by before he finds the nerve to ask, “So you had a crush on me?”

You press your lips together, mindlessly tapping your fingertips on his chest, “I plead the fifth,” you whisper.

“I’ll remember that,” he chuckles, placing a soft kiss to your temple that makes your ears burn.

“So you, uhm, you don’t know when you’ll switch back? Like, if it’ll happen overnight or?”

“No,” he shakes his head, “Dumbasses at the scene said they didn’t have a clue how it worked. I guess no one’s seen anything like it before, so your guess is as good as mine. Why? Ya gonna miss me in the mornin’ if I’m gone?”

“I’m once again exercising my right to silence,” you laugh quietly.

“Well, I’ll sack up and say it,” he exhales a single chuckle, “I’ll miss you, princess.”

You felt guilty. This was obviously teetering on the line of inappropriate, but at the same time, it just felt so nice to be actively wanted by somebody. To be able to banter and curl up with someone at night who didn’t seem to want to let you go.

You didn’t want to think about it. The guilt or the whirlwind that had just torn through your evening. You just wanted to feel wanted as you drifted off to sleep.

“Goodnight, Katsuki,” you slipped your arm completely over his torso, pressing a single kiss to his collarbone.

He felt his heart stir at the use of his first name. You hadn’t ever used it to refer to him before, but he didn’t dare let himself read any further into that.

“Goodnight, Y/n.”

///

The next morning, he woke up to the sound of his own alarm clock and bolted upright, immediately looking beside him to find that he was the only one tucked into the black sheets that adorned his bed.

“Fuck,” he groaned, rubbing his face. “Alexa, shut the fuck up.”

The alarm ceased, but another sound poked at the thin veil of his early-morning patience. He felt around beneath the sheets to find his phone, seeing endless notifications of text messages, all from Deku.

It was inevitable, he’d figured that much already, but one message in particular caught his eye.

Deku: Have you seen Y/n this morning?

Now he was concerned. He furiously skimmed through the other messages.

Deku: She wasn’t home when I got up.

Deku: No note or anything. She was here last night right?

Deku: Kacchan answer your phone

Deku: I’m worried about her.

Deku: What the hell did you do? You didn’t sleep with her, did you?

Deku: Look, please don’t tell anyone, but we’ve been having a couple of issues lately. I don’t think she would leave without telling me though, even if she were upset.

A knock at the door tore his attention away. If that was Deku, honestly, he might not be able to refrain from punching him straight in the face. He bounded to the door, muttering about how fucking stupid this whole situation had gotten, before opening the door and being stunned into silence at your appearance.

You smiled seductively, looking him over as he stood in the doorframe, clad only in a pair of sweats that hung dangerously low on his hips, and untied the front of the wrap dress that you wore, flashing him the orange lingerie that was concealed underneath.

“Did you miss me?”

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Aphrodisiacs | Kirishima Eijirou x Reader

𝐀𝐩𝐡𝐫𝐨𝐝𝐢𝐬𝐢𝐚𝐜𝐬 - 𝐚 𝐟𝐨𝐨𝐝, 𝐝𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐤, 𝐨𝐫 𝐨𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐬𝐭𝐢𝐦𝐮𝐥𝐚𝐭𝐞𝐬 𝐬𝐞𝐱𝐮𝐚𝐥 𝐝𝐞𝐬𝐢𝐫𝐞.

Kinktober masterlist.

Summary: Based on this thirst post. Kirishima is so obsessed with you, even though you’re Bakugou’s girlfriend. He’d do absolutely anything to be with you, even if it means pretending to be hit with a Sex Pollen quirk-

Pairing: Kirishima Eijirou x f!reader.

Warnings: 18+, dubcon, Pervy Kirishima, fake!sex pollen, manipulation, coercion, cheating, cunnilingus, unprotected sex, creampie.

Word Count: 3.4k.

A loud banging on the door broke you from your paperback, it was still hours until Bakugou was due back from his patrol and he seldom forgot his keys. Marking your page as you quietly slipped up from your position on the couch as you cautiously made your way to your front door. Hearing shouts of your name from the other side that eased your beating heart as you deciphered who it was. Opening the door to come face to face with your boyfriend's best friend.

“Eijirou- you don’t look so good.” You took in the dishevelled state of the pro, dirt and crime covered his body as his shoulder collapsed into the door, pushing it open wider as you placed a hand on his bicep to help him into your house.

His body jerking at the sudden contact as he let out a string of curses that were completely uncharacteristic for the redhead, the sound making you recoil in shock as he winced.

“‘m sorry,” He spoke through short pants, “it’s not me, it’s- quirk-“

“A quirk? Eijirou, what happened?”

“Villain- hit me, quirk- I think I’m dying.” Your eyes widened at his admission, fear coursing through your veins as you watched your boyfriends best friend quiver in the doorway.

“It’s— sex,” He grunted, “I need-“ his words came out broken as you felt your heart speed up, “I need your help.”

There was no way you could help him with this, why you? There must be a protocol set up for this kind of thing at the agency? Professionals that dealt with this on a daily basis that would be better equipped to deal with this than you.

“Bakugou’s the one that sent me here,” Kirishima continued panting, his large palm hanging onto the door frame as he hunched over, “He said you could help-,”

You hadn’t heard from your husband all afternoon, which wasn’t unusual when he was out on patrol. Some days could have him texting you throughout, others he would come home covered in all sorts of dirt and grime after playing the hero.

“Katsu didn’t messag-,” You began to speak but Kirishima cut you off.

“There was no time.” Kirishima continued. “He told me to come here, that you would help.”

“Help with what?” You looked at the pained expression on his face with worry, sweat sticking his red hair to his temples and trickling down his cheeks, “I think we should get you to hospital, Eij.”

“No!” You jumped at his reaction, his voice raised as wild eyes glanced up at you, “No hospitals.”

“But you need-“

“Please help me,” You could’ve sworn he was crying as you watched his chest heave, prominent muscles on full display in his hero costume as he moved a hand to his heart, “It hurts so bad.”

You worried your lip between your teeth, looking the man up and down. Kirishima did look in a great deal of pain, more than you’d ever seen him in before. His chest heaving as strained breaths left his lips, dishevelled long hair framing his face like a mane and making him appear wild, feral.

And he’d said that Bakugou said it would be okay, that you could help him. And you could- It would be terrible to leave him suffering like this, wouldn’t it? Especially when you could help.

“Don’t you want to help me?” He sounded so pitiful, brows furrowed as he clenched his teeth. Your heart hammering in your chest as you could only imagine the great deal of pain he was in.

You had to help him end his suffering.

“Okay.” It was the faintest whisper that left your lips but Kirishima was already on top of you in an instant, his large palms grabbing the plush at your waist as his lips crashed down onto yours in a fiery kiss that was all tongue and teeth.

Your smaller hands reached up to brace yourself against his broad shoulders, trying to match his intense pace as he melted into you. His sharp teeth catching against your bottom lip as you let out a shocked gasp, allowing him to invade your mouth with his tongue. His grip against you almost bruising as he began to rut the tent in his hero pants against your side, feeling just how hard and desperate he was for you.

“Fuck, you feel so good.” Kirishima groaned as he allowed his hands to move around to the curve of your ass, groping you as he almost lifted you from the ground, pulling the cheeks up and letting them fall as he massaged them with large palms, “So soft-”

You tried to ignore how foreign his hands felt against your body, almost rougher than Bakugou as he explored new territory. A different kind of heat as Kirishima moved his fingers between your thighs, stroking them along your leggings. Your body jolting as the sensation was so unfamiliar compared to your boyfriend.

Peppering your face with kisses as his hands moved higher, groping at your skin perilously as he navigated towards your breasts.

Kirishima’s large hand dwarfing your chest as he palmed your breast roughly, fingertips digging into the soft skin as you let out a shocked gasp, “Eijirou, slow down—“

You tried to reason but the unbreakable man was already tearing at your shirt, the rip of fabric sounding in your house as he pulled the material from your body. Exposing your plain black bra to his ruby gaze. A groan leaving his lips at the sight as he pawed at the cups, tugging the straps off your shoulders as your breasts bounced free. The bra still secure around your torso as he leaned down to capture one of your pebbling nipples between his lips. Teeth grazing your sensitive areolas as he began to palm the neglected one, soft vibrations flowing through your skin as he moaned around the stiffened peak. Spit drooling down his chin as he flicked the other nipple, rolling it between his thumb and forefinger as he began to tease and tug it.

Your hands carding through his wild hair for some semblance of reality, everything about this felt so different to intimacy with Bakugou. Another man's hands all over your body that didn’t belong to your lover, it was something so taboo.

“It hurts so bad,” Kirishima lamented, teeth grazing against your skin as you felt your body instinctively begin to heat up.

“Tell me what you need me to do,” You replied, the entire situation foreign to you. Maybe you could just stroke his cock, it would be enough to help him to climax and he would be okay.

“Touch me, please.” Kirishima whined around your breast, rutting his hips for emphasis as he caught your wrist in his large hand. Moving it towards the prominent bulge beneath his pants as he pressed your open palm against it. Rutting his hips into you with a hiss, “Need you-“

You squeezed tentatively, watching the way his eyes rolled back, the scent of his sweat overpowering your senses as you tried to wrap your hand around him through the fabric. He smelt completely different to Bakugou, almost foreign to you as he continued to plead with you to make him feel good. His hands slipping towards his pants to unzip them, tugging them down just enough to free his aching cock. The fabric bunched around the curve of his ass as his large cock flopped out. You weren’t sure whether he was as long as Bakugou, but what he lost in length he made up for with girth. The mushroomed head thick at the top of his cock as thick veins forked down his monster size. Wondering whether you’d even be able to take him inside, he was huge. The heavy weight of it indicated by the way it didn’t curve upright, instead drooping against one of his thick thighs. Pre-cum dribbling from the tip as he pushed himself back into your touch, your hand barely circling him as you gave an experimental pump.

“I-is this okay?” You asked quietly, trying to gauge his reaction as you circled your wrist at the tip, smearing his pre along the length to give more lubrication as you began to pump him slowly. A husky whine leaving his lips as he shuddered in your grasp, rutting himself into your touch as you stroked his cock.

“You’re so good, so perfect.” He continued to ramble as he pressed soft kisses against your cheek, trailing down to the pulse point on your neck as his teeth latched onto the supple skin. The action catching you off guard as you gasped in pain, moving your hand from his cock as you used both hands to try and push him away.

“Kiri- no marks, please-“ You were certain this was something Bakugou would object to, not enough that he was allowing his best friend to use you for sweet relief in his time of need, but to leave lasting evidence? That was something else.

“M’sorry, baby.” He cooed, his hands instead moving to tug your black leggings down your thighs, your panties going with them in one swift movement, “Sorry, you just feel so good.”

It felt awkward being naked in front of a man that wasn’t your boyfriend, a different set of eyes leering at your naked body as you shuffled uncomfortably in front of him. Feeling large palms push you back onto the couch as he parted your thighs, giving him the perfect view of your messy folds.

“You’re acting like you’re not enjoying this,” Kirishima murmured, kneeling onto the plush cushions beside you as he stroked the calloused pad of his thumb through your slick, parting your folds, “But look at this.”

He held his thumb up from your body as you watched the silvery string of slick snap in two as your juices glistened in the light. Kirishima immediately dipping his thumb into his mouth like a baby suckling as he tasted your essence. A groan leaving his lips at the taste as he cleaned you off him, gasping in surprise when he circled your thighs, hoisting your cunt up towards his lips and leaving just your shoulders and head pressed onto the couch.

“I gotta taste you, baby. I’ll be quick- so quick- gotta prep you-,” He slurred, not giving you a moment to object before he took a long swipe at your leaky folds. His tongue delving between them as he nuzzled your clit with his nose, dipping the tip into your hole as he crudely slurped at your slick.

He was more insistent than Bakugou, far more inexperienced with your body as he moved to take as much as he could. Unlike your boyfriend who made it his mission to find out what made you tick, the places he could touch to make you cry out for him and finding the quickest ways to make you come undone. You supposed it was the quirk that was making Kirishima act this way, the sense of urgency he held was due to the fact that he was about to explode at any moment. A fact that you held onto consistently in your mind, worried that this might not be enough. Almost like a fear deep within that something could still go wrong.

Kirishima was feasting on you like a man starved, his nose nudging your clit as he pushed his tongue inside your tight entrance. Crudely slurping at your slick as you writhed beneath him, your walls constricting around his tongue as the familiar sensation of your climax begin to brew inside you. The coil tightening within as Kirishima continued to pump his tongue in and out of you, trying desperately to get as deep inside you as he could. Rolling your hips as you ground yourself against his face, your chest heaving as you felt yourself come undone. A high-pitched keen leaving your lips as your orgasm washed over you, toes curling as your thighs clenched around his face. Trying to subdue the intense sensation of his tongue lashing inside you as he eagerly lapped up your release.

“Eijirou,” You gasped, trying to pull his head back from your slit as you felt his teeth nip at your clit, an ache forming between your thighs as you pushed him away.

“Not enough.” He continued to ramble, “I need more, I need you please.”

Kirishima wrapped his palm around the base of his cock, giving himself a quick tug before he positioned himself at your entrance. Sliding the bulging head of his cock through your folds as he nudged your clit, coating himself in your slick as he prepared himself to dip inside you. Grinding against your warmth as half-lidded eyes gazed down at you, dragging himself through your slick until his tip caught against your tight entrance.

“Wait, Eiji- we need a condom.” You tried to raise yourself on your elbows as you moved to climb out from beneath him but Kirishima caged your body in. Towering over your form as you felt the intense stretch of his cock forcing it’s way inside your tightness.

“Can’t wait, baby. Need you now-“

“Eijirou-“ You clawed at his back as you felt his thick cock stretching you out, not giving you a moment to adjust to his girth as he bullied his cock inside you, “Not so fast-“

Your mouth open in a constant whine as you tried to focus on something other than the intense ache that permeated in your core, your inner walls clenching around the intrusion as your body fought to push him back.

“Shit, Bakugou is so fucking lucky,” Kirishima groaned, feeling your tightness sucking him in deeper as he bottomed out inside you. The messy black hairs at the base of his cock tickling your clit as he revelled in the sensation of you, “So tight.”

“Eij-” You gasped as he began to move inside you, large palms circling the backs of your knees as he pushed your thighs towards your chest, red eyes watching his thick cock slipping in and out of your depths as your creamy slick left rings around the base of his cock.

“Such a good girl for me,” He groaned, biting down on his bottom lip as he barred his sharp teeth, “Takin’ my cock so well.”

There was something so primal about his movements, focused on the pleasure that each roll of his hips into your dripping core created. The sight of you folded beneath him captivating as his sharp Adonis belt dug into your thighs each time he pushed forward, drilling into you as he watched your breasts bounce from the motion.

Pain slowly began to morph into pleasure as you tried to forget the extenuating circumstances that had you here, the ache in your heart as you tried to ignore the betrayal you felt for your boyfriend, even though he had said it was okay. You were doing this for Kirishima, protecting a hero from a terrible quirk that had beguiled him. Bakugou would be proud, Kirishima would be so thankful— it was a good thing.

“Look at that sloppy pussy,” Kirishima hadn’t even seemed to notice that your thoughts were elsewhere, instead enamoured by the lewd squelch your tight walls made each time his fat cock plunged in and out of your sloppy pussy. A large palm coming down on the curve of your ass as Kirishima spanked you, groaning at the way your skin rippled against his touch as he repeated the motion.

“Does Bakugou spank you like this?” He goaded, grabbing a large handful of your ass as your skin prickled, “Bet he does, you like it when he does it huh?”

You weren’t sure how to answer as Kirishima continued his pace, nodding your head pathetically as you felt the tip of his cock bruising your cervix. The girth enough to have you feeling completely full as you felt your orgasm beginning to build inside you.

“How is it, Eij?” You gasped at a particularly hard thrust, “Are you okay?”

“So fucking good.” He groaned, “It’s like you were made for me.”

There’s no way Bakugou would’ve been happy at Kirishima's words, your thoughts flying to what your boyfriend would do if he was in the room watching. Probably tell his best friend to finish himself off while he reclaimed you as his own. But you tried to ignore it, obviously the quirk had taken over his rationale and once he met his release he would be okay.

Kirishima leaning forward to press wet, open-mouthed kisses against your neck. His weight heavy on top of you as you tried your best to reciprocate. He was going to be okay and it was all thanks to you, your hands clinging to his muscular back as he pounded into your tightness, nails digging into his skin as you tried to ignore the dull ache in your pelvis from his thrusts.

“‘m so fucking close, baby.” Kirishima groaned, burying his face in your neck as his thrusts became more sloppy, “You gonna cum with me?”

He moved his fingers down towards your clit, his thumb pressing clumsy circles against it as he worked you towards your release. Your body betraying you as you felt yourself succumbing to the pleasure, a gasp leaving your lips as you came around his cock, milking him for his release as he felt you clench around him.

“Fuck, I’m gonna cum—“

“Not inside,“ Your eyes widened in fear at the realisation,“Please, Eij. Don’t cum inside.”

“Can’t stop-“ He stammered, his balls slapping against the curve of your ass with each messy thrust, “Feels too good—“

You gasped as he changed the angle, sitting up on his forearms as ruby red eyes stared down at you while he gave your warm body a few more thrusts, each time his cock dragging along the spongy spot inside you as his eyes rolled back in pleasure. Feeling the dam inside him burst as he spilled white, hot spurts of cum inside your tight walls.

“Fuck, take it all-“ He grunted, pushing himself inside you to the hilt as he cherished the sensation of your tight walls pulsing around him. His cock throbbing inside you as he savoured every last moment of bliss, “Holy shit.”

His lips pressing soft kisses against your neck as you felt his chest continue to heave as he tried to gain his breath back. Hands skimming your sides as he pulled back to look into your eyes, suddenly feeling completely exposed in front of your boyfriends best friend.

“How’re you feeling, Eiji? Did it work?” You murmured, unsure whether the quirk had finally worn off.

“I-I think so?” He murmured, pressing his sweaty forehead against your own as he stayed buried deep inside your clenching walls, “I didn’t hurt you did I?”

“No, it’s okay. You weren’t yourself—“

“I know,” He groaned as he finally pulled out of your tight cunt, ruby eyes immediately focusing on his cum slowly trickling out of your convulsing heat.

“We better not bring this up around Bakugou, yeah?” Kirishima gave you his signature smile as he began to put his pants back on, “I wouldn’t want to make him uncomfortable, you know? It must’ve been hard for him to agree to this at all.”

Kirishima had a point, you weren’t even sure how you were supposed to bring this up with your boyfriend anyway. ‘Yes, I helped Kirishima out with the sex pollen quirk. Yes, it was okay. No, he didn’t wear a condom— it was too many awkward questions that you didn’t want to share with Bakugou, embarrassment slowly filling your body as you lay in front of Kirishima completely naked.

“Yeah, that’s fine-“ You smiled gratefully as he handed you your shirt, the way he stared at your naked chest not going unnoticed by you as you slipped the fabric over your head.

“I’ll text him and tell him what happened, don’t you worry about anything okay? I appreciate you helping me out you know-“ Kirishima gave you a signature smile as he fixed his belt buckle back into position, pulling his cell phone from his pants as he waved it towards you for emphasis.

“And remember, it’s our little secret.”

#kirishima x reader #kirishima eijirou x reader #eijirou kirishima x reader #kirishima smut #kirishima eijirou smut #eijirou kirishima smut #Bnha x reader #mha x reader #bnha smut #mha smut #kinktober #kinktober 2021 #tw:cheating #trigger:cheating

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kingkatsuki · 4 years ago

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stepdad katsuki loves to fuck you. it’s like number two in his top five things to do. he does it anytime he has spare time, even if your mum’s in the other room. you’ve tried to stop him in the past, but he’s had you bent over the counter with your underwear around your ankles in seconds before you can even whimper in protest.

i just love stepdad bakugou. thank you for turning my thirsty ask into a fic! i love ur writing !!

Warnings: 18+, pseudo-incest, slight mention of manipulation, cheating, big age gap (reader in 20s, Bakugou mid-40s)

He just can’t help it. Your tight cute cunt clenching around him perfectly whenever he splits you apart on his cock. Pulling those pretty sounds from your lips whenever he bends you over the kitchen counter before he’s even had his morning coffee.

You’ve practically fucked on every available surface in the house, taking advantage of every stolen opportunity as his hands palm your body.

Sometimes increasing the risk when his wife is in the same house, the risk of your mum walking in at any moment has your inner walls fluttering around him, telling him to be careful and that your mum might find you both but he can’t stop. His calloused fingers pinching and pulling at your hardened nipples as he tries to angle his hips to muffle the sound of skin slapping against skin. Painting your velvety walls with his pearly ropes of cum before he’s pulling your panties back in place. Feeling the warm liquid slowly seeping out of you while your mum eagerly takes the mug of coffee your step-dad offers her. Completely unaware of the illicit activities that happened in the room moments earlier.

Sneaking into the bathroom when you’re taking a shower as he strips off and climbs in behind you. His large palm covering your mouth as he presses you against the cool tiles. Fucking into you from behind as he muffles your cries. The perfect, prettiest cocksleeve. You were made just for him.

Letting you cockwarm him when your mum is out doing chores, a smirk on his face as he watches the way you writhe and struggle on his lap as he watches sports. Waiting until the ad breaks to give you your reward as he fucks his cock up into you. Bouncing you on his lap as you chase your release, no need no subdue your cries of pleasure in the empty house as he brings you towards your climax. Stopping just as the match starts up again. Making you whine and beg for him to give you more. Instead he cups one of your pretty tits in a large palm and holds onto it gently while he watches the television. Whispering promises in your ear about how he’ll make you feel so good when it’s over, has your daddy ever let you down before?

He loves how jealous you get over your mum. Watching the way your nose scrunches into a glare as you watch her put her hands all over him. Your mind instantly thinking about the way he touches her while you’re alone in your bedroom next door. Bakugou waiting until you’re alone together to show you who he really cares about. Who he really wants. “It’s you, it’s always been you.” His rough stubble tickling your thighs as he presses a gentle kiss to your sensitive clit.

You feel guilty, you really do. But your stepdad made it difficult to think straight when his hands were all over you. His husky voice whispering praises into your ears.

“This is wrong, daddy. We can’t do this anymore. We need to stop—“ You’d tried to tell him over and over, but he wasn’t ready to give you up. You’re his perfect, good girl and he’d move heaven and earth for you.

“I know you don’t mean that, Princess.” His hands soothing along your sides as he presses gentle kisses to your neck, “Daddy’s always gonna be here to take care of you.”

He always said just “one more time”, but of course it never came to fruition. One time turned to two, two to three— it was a vicious cycle you couldn’t shake but you weren’t sure you wanted to. Touching yourself in bed at night to the thought of him. Sending him lewd selfies of yourself laying alone when he was just down the hall. Some nights the photographs enough to coax him into your bed. Having your daddy sleeping beside you when your mum was left in bed alone. There was just something about you that was worth the risk.

Scaring away any potential boyfriends at the door. Ensuring to answer it in a tight vest that shows his sheer size, his muscular arms on full display as he glares down at the potential suitors. Despising the fact that any of these boys dare even think they could put their tiny dicks anywhere near your perfect little pussy. Watching the way their eyes widen when they realise who your stepdad is.

Bakugou going into your room in an instant as he reminds you who you really belong to, that no spotty guy in his twenties is ever going to compare to him. Cherishing the sound of your voice when he asks you “who do you fuckin’ belong to?” And your reply is always the same, “you, daddy.”

You enjoy teasing him the most when Uncle Kirishima comes round, offering them both beers as you prance around in next to nothing. Unable to ignore the way Kirishima’s ruby eyes roam your exposed skin, nostrils flaring as he watches from the rim of his beer bottle.

#tw:incest #trigger:incest #trigger:cheating #tw:cheating #jo thirsts #bakugou thirsts #thirst posts

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kingkatsuki · 4 years ago

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Blackmail | Fatgum / Toyomitsu Taishiro x Reader

𝐁𝐥𝐚𝐜𝐤𝐦𝐚𝐢𝐥 - 𝐝𝐞𝐦𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐦𝐨𝐧𝐞𝐲 𝐨𝐫 𝐚𝐧𝐨𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐛𝐞𝐧𝐞𝐟𝐢𝐭 𝐟𝐫𝐨𝐦 (𝐬𝐨𝐦𝐞𝐨𝐧𝐞) 𝐢𝐧 𝐫𝐞𝐭𝐮𝐫𝐧 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐧𝐨𝐭 𝐫𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐚𝐥𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐜𝐨𝐦𝐩𝐫𝐨𝐦𝐢𝐬𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐨𝐫 𝐝𝐚𝐦𝐚𝐠𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐢𝐧𝐟𝐨𝐫𝐦𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧 𝐚𝐛𝐨𝐮𝐭 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐦.

Kinktober masterlist.

Summary: Based on this thirst post. You often come into the agency to pick your boyfriend Kirishima up after work, but Fat-gum is sick and tired of you constantly being a tease and he wants to take you for himself.

Pairing: Fatgum / Toyomitsu Taishiro x f!reader.

Warnings: 18+, sleazy Fatgum, dubcon, manipulation, blackmail, coercion, cheating, blowjobs, cunnilingus, panty theft.

Word Count: 2.8k.

“You’re such a good girl, aren’tcha,” Taishiro smirked as he pulled his desk chair closer to you, the wheels scraping against the floor as he settled between your parted thighs. At his stature even sitting down his head was level with yours as he caged you against him, “You don’t want Kiri findin’ out what you like to do when he’s not around, huh?”

“But I don’t do anything—“ Your throat began to constrict as you found yourself choking up, tears beginning to pool in your lash line as you tried to blink them away.

“I mean, I could just let him go- but you wouldn’t want that, would you?”

“Let him go?” Your voice trembled, what did he mean ‘let him go’?

“I mean I’m sure there are plenty of other agencies that would take ‘im. Especially now he’s broke the top twenty-“ Taishiro began to list off other Hero agencies in the area, names that didn’t seem all that bad, “But you’d have to tell him that it’s your fault he can’t work here anymore, you know that right?”

You worried your lip between your teeth as you stared at the large man in front of you, weighing up your options. His palms disappearing beneath the hem of your skirt as he stroked along your inner thighs, “What’re we gonna tell Kiri, huh?”

You tried desperately to blink back the tears as you felt him squeeze at the apex of your thighs, his meaty fingers pressing into the supple skin as you tried to calm your racing heart.

“He doesn’t have to know.” You repeated Taishiro’s words to you from moments earlier, watching how his lips curled into a smug smile as he looked like the cat that got the cream. Sitting back in his chair as he began to brush the pad of his thumb along the crotch of your panties, feeling the heat radiating from beneath the fabric.

“Knew you’d see it my way, sweets.” Taishiro grinned, “How about we start with ya takin’ that off.” He indicated to your top as you swallowed thickly, trying to hide your embarrassment as you slowly pulled it up and over your head.

Leaving you clad in a simple red bra that conveniently matched the panties you wore as Taishiro let out a lewd groan, one of his palms easily dwarfing your breast as he massaged it through the sheer fabric, thumbing your nipple until he felt it pebble beneath his touch. Hardening to a stiffened peak as he moaned softly, wrapping his arms around you to undo the clasp of your bra as he buried his face between your tits. Pressing wet, open-mouthed kisses against the exposed skin before taking one of your nipples into his mouth. His tongue swirling around it as he hummed gently, sending pleasurable vibrations throughout your body.

“Your tits look so fuckin’ small in my hands, sweetheart. Look-“ Taishiro palmed your chest, thumbs rolling your nipples in soft circles as he felt the weight of them in his palms. Trying to ingrain the sight of you to memory as he sat back in his chair.

You were nervous that Kirishima could walk in at any time and catch you in such a compromising position. His boss' hands up your skirt while he toyed with your naked breasts, instantly imagining the hurt look that would flash across his ruby eyes. This was wrong, so wrong. But it felt like you didn’t have any other choice, you didn’t want Kirishima to lose his job, his happiness, because of you.

“Oh, we’re not done yet darlin’,” Taishiro smirked at you as his hands moved to his belt buckle, unfastening it as he tugged his fly down. Raising his hips just enough to tug his boxers and trousers down, freeing his aching cock.

You’d thought Kirishima was but the first time you’d seen him, but this? This didn’t even seem real. Almost like a phallic toy that you’d only see in those niche porno movies, the thick meat of it flat against his thigh as the bulging head oozed with pre. Your cunt clenched painfully at the mere suggestion of him trying to penetrate you, the fear of it enough for you to work up the courage to tell him no and go and spill your guts to your boyfriend.

“Oh, don’t look so scared, sweets.” He continued stroking the hem of your panties, teasingly slipping beneath the fabric to press against your mound, “Ain’t no way I’d ever make you take all of me like that— especially not the first time.”

A peculiar relief spread through you at his admission, your heart no longer pounding against your rib cage with the thought of being split in two by his monstrous cock. But the first time? This would be the only time—

“Oh no, I just want you to suck my dick.” The words left his lips so bluntly you could’ve mistaken them as him ordering his morning coffee, “You can do that for me, can’t you babe?”

Taishiro wrapped a large palm around his cock, giving himself a languid stroke as his thumb flicked against his slit. Gathering the pre that oozed along the underside of his cock as he stroked it along his length. Even his balls looked huge, at least tennis ball size as you debated whether you’d even be able to fit one in a single palm. Still nervous, but hopeful that if he came quickly you would be able to get yourself out of this situation before Kirishima returned from his shower.

“I know Kirishima must be getting that good head,” Taishiro grinned, pushing his chair back from the desk as he spread his thick thighs, giving you space to slink onto the floor between them. His free hand groping one of your breasts on your descent, “He’s not small either, is he?”

Shaking your head ‘no’ as you stared up at him from your position on the floor, his hand curling around your neck as his thumb stroked your jawline softly, using the grip to bring you closer to his cock. Your hand tentatively reaching out to wrap around his girth, surprised at the weight of him as he let go of his cock.

“Don’t look so worried, sweetheart.” Taishiro cooed, moving your head until it was face to face with the tip of his cock, pushing your lips against his slit as his salty pre smeared against your lips. Instinctively slipping your tongue out to swipe at the moisture, tasting him on your tongue as you stared up at him with those doe-like eyes, “This is our little secret.”

Leaning into his touch as he pushed the fat tip of his cock against your tongue, his large palm still holding the back of your head as he let out a low groan, eyes fluttering as he threw his head back at the sensation. Settling himself back in his office chair as he felt you wrap your lips around him.

“That’s it,” Taishiro rasped as he urged you to move forward to try and take more of him inside your mouth, “Such a good girl for me.”

Even though Kirishima was by no means small, your jaw ached from the stretch as you tried to take more of Fatgums cock inside your mouth. Teeth grazing against the underside as you felt him hit the back of your throat, gagging as spit began to spill from the corners of your mouth. Wet tears catching on your thick lashes as you tried to breathe through your nose, barely even halfway down on him as you bobbed your head along his length.

“Kirishima’s a lucky guy.” Taishiro cooed down at you, his hand wrapping around yours to get you to stroke the thick base of his cock that you couldn’t fit inside your mouth while you continued sucking gently, “I’d kill to come home to this every night.”

He dragged the back of his knuckles against your cheek almost tenderly as he moved back, eyes transfixed on the way you pumped his length. You were so small compared to him, his cock twitching as he thought about how tight you would be if he split you apart with his cock.

“You got no idea how long I’ve thought about this, sweets.” He continued as you felt him push you further on his length, feeling the tip at the back of your throat as you pulled away. Strings of spit connecting your lips to his tip as you coughed, your mascara definitely leaving dark rings around your eyes as you blinked back tears.

“You gonna let me cum in that pretty mouth?” He pinched your cheek, “Or maybe I should cum in your panties, huh? So when you’re out with Kiri you’ll still be thinkin’ of me?”

The thought terrified you, your doting boyfriend slipping his hands under your skirt to feel your panties dripping with another man’s cum.

You sucked harder, pressing the flat of your tongue against the underside of his cock as you fisted his cock, drool spilling down his length for lubrication as he continued to moan above you. Shifting his hips as you heard the slight hitch in his breath, signalling to you that he was nearing his release as you quickened your pace. Cheeks hollowed as you worked him towards his end, wide eyes gazing up at him as you watched the way he threw his head back against the back of his chair, blond hair fanning around him.

“F-uck, I’m gonna cum—“ Taishiro stuttered, tightening his grip on your head as you felt his hips stutter, grunting as he emptied his release into your mouth. Warm streams of cum hitting the back of your throat as he took over from your hand, his palm jerking his cock as his fist hit your nose. Moving back as you began to splutter as he continued emptying his release into your mouth. Watching the creamy essence splash against your tongue and lips as he towered over you.

“God, you’re such a good girl.” He tapped the tip of his cock against your tongue as he pulled back, his hazel gaze intent as you closed your mouth, swallowing his release. The mixture was salty against your tongue as it almost soothed the scratch that now sat at the back of your throat, hoping that you’d done enough to satiate the seasoned Pro. What you hadn’t expected was for him to pick you up from your knees and place you into his desk.

“P-please.” You stammered, feeling his calloused pads grazing against your panties.

“Fuck, darlin’” Your body jerking as he pressed his fingers against your clit through the thin fabric, “You’re dripping.”

You hated your body for betraying you like this, grinding onto his touch as he began to press slight circles against your sensitive nub, whimpering as he slipped his fingers into the hem of the material to tug them down your plush thighs.

“Look how fuckin’ pretty you are, sweetheart. No wonder Kiri’s always braggin’ about you.”

Sliding his thick digit through your messy folds as he pressed the tip of his finger against your tight entrance, groaning as he felt your walls begin to flutter around him.

“Is he takin’ care of you enough?” Taishiro cooed down at you, pressing a soft kiss to your forehead, “Ain’t no reason you should be this tight.”

Watching the tall man sink down to his knees between your thighs as he shamelessly stared at your naked slit, slowly pushing the first thick finger inside your tight cunt. Groaning as he felt the way your walls clenched around him as he began to languidly pump it in and out of you.

“Fuck, baby girl.” He grunted as he watched his finger slowly disappear inside your slick heat, curling it towards the spongy spot inside you as he felt your body shift against his desk, “You feel like a virgin.”

You let out a whine as you felt him push another thick finger inside your heat, stretching you out around him as he began to pump them inside you, leaning forward as he pressed the softest kiss against your clit. The sensation catching you off-guard as your lower half jolted, crying out as his lips curled into a smug smirk.

“Ya like that?” He repeated the motion, watching your thick lashes flutter, “Of course ya do.”

Taishiro wrapped his lips around your clit, his tongue lashing against it as he continued his assault on your body. Unable to stop yourself from grinding against his face as you felt the familiar feeling building up in your core, his fingers unrelenting as he worked you towards your release.

“Shit, sweetheart.” He hummed against your clit, gazing up from between your plush thighs.

Unable to stop yourself from crying out in pleasure as his teeth grazed your clit, sucking it hard. Your body jolting at the sensation as you felt the same inside you burst, your orgasm rippling through you in harsh waves as you began to rock yourself against Taishiro’s face. Your walls clenching around his fingers as you rode out your orgasm, your hands trying to push his face away from your overstimulated clit as you trembled in pleasure.

“Please, s’too much.” You whined, watching Taishiro finally move away from your cunt as he gave you a wide grin. Your slick glistening against his chin as he brought his soaked fingers to his lips as he lapped them clean.

“No wonder Kiri loves you so much, you’re perfect.” Taishiro groaned.

Sliding off his desk with wobbly legs as you pulled your skirt down to try and protect any modesty you still had left.

“Can I get my panties back?” You murmured, already feeling wet and exposed between your thighs as you wanted to cover yourself up.

“Ahh, these?” Taishiro picked up the pretty red lace out from his chair, balling the fabric into one of his fists, “These are my little souvenir, that’s okay right?”

You bit your bottom lip hard to try and fight back tears as you nodded in agreement, inhaling through your nose as you adjusted your skirt, trying to pull the fabric lower to hide the fact you were now bare beneath.

“And Eijirou?” You felt your heart hammer in your chest as you uttered his name.

“Don’t worry about it, sweets. He’s a good kid, I like havin’ him around.” You felt your stomach lurch at the sound of Kirishima’s name leaving his lips, picking up your bag.

“Have fun with Kiri, sweetheart. He’s been talkin’ about this date all damn day, you know!” Taishiro smirked at you as you moved to leave his office, a large palm patting you on the ass as he held the door open for you.

You tried to wipe away the streaks of mascara from beneath your eyes, hoping you could freshen up in one of the bathrooms on this floor before Kirishima was done with his shower.

“Hey, Baby!” You saw a familiar flash of red as your boyfriend came bounding towards you down the hallway, your heart hammering in your chest as his eyes lit up at the sight of you, “You ready to go? Damn, you look so pretty today—“

The next day you didn’t want to meet Kirishima at the agency, texting him in the early afternoon to tell him that you didn’t feel well. A blatant lie, but you couldn’t face seeing his boss so soon after everything that had happened. Finally perking up when you heard the door to your apartment open, sitting up from your position on the couch to see your boyfriend step into the living room with a worried look on his face.

“You okay, baby?” Kirishima cupped your cheek in his warm palm, making you lean into his comforting touch. Your eyes fluttering as you surrounded yourself with him again, nodding your head slightly as you blamed it on a migraine.

“My poor baby,” Kirishima pouted, leaning down to peck your lips gently, “You know Fatgum was worried about you today too, you know.”

“Was he?” You didn’t even want to ask, nervous of what information he may have divulged to Kirishima while they were at work together.

“Yeah! In fact, when I told him that you weren’t feeling too good he went out and got you this. He even offered to come round and give them to you personally, but I said that you might not be up to guests. Isn’t that sweet?”

The idea of Taishiro coming to your shared apartment with Kirishima made you blanch, happy that your boyfriend had turned down his polite request as Kirishima held a plain white box out to you. Your hands trembling as you moved to open it, your heart hammering in your chest when you saw what was inside.

A simple plain vanilla cupcake, much like the one you were eating in his office yesterday.

#tw:dubcon #trigger:dubcon #tw:cheating #trigger:cheating #fatgum x reader #fatgum smut #fat gum x reader #fat gum smut #Taishiro Toyomitsu x reader #Taishiro toyomitsu smut #toyomitsu taishiro.x reader #toyomitsu taishiro smut #Bnha x reader #Bnha smut #mha x reader #mha smut #kinktober #kinktober 2021

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kingkatsuki · 3 years ago

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Rooni I am screaming oh my god. Sleazy Sero please🥵

Kirishima would be the kinda guy that would track mud into the house and immediately ruin all the hard work you put into cleaning and will only pout and sulk if you get upset, tell you that it's not that big of a deal, babe- you can just tidy again tomorrow.

And if you get upset over that and it ends in a fight, he's gonna go over to Bakugou's place to drink and grumble about how you're so sensitive.

Meanwhile, you're in tears because you had wanted to have a nice night with your boyfriend that you barely get to see and you had spent the whole day cleaning and making his favorite meal and buying his favorite beer and snacks and now everything is ruined and you're all alone (again) when all you had wanted to do was have a good night with him. And he didn't apologize for anything and he didn't thank you and, god, when did you become his maid and mother instead of his girlfriend?

(tw cheating; tw scumbags; tw shitty boyfriend; drinking; praise kink; lite daddy kink- lit just used once)

And I'm thinking about you going out because if you're not going to have a good night with him, then you're gonna have one by yourself. Fixing your ruined makeup and your hair and going out to the bar only to feel more lonely than ever in your little booth with your sad, untouched appetizers and your half-empty drink while everyone else is laughing and enjoying each other's company.

And I'm thinking about Sero showing up and joining you in your booth. I'm thinking about you being tipsy enough to vent when he asks why you're by yourself and why you look so miserable. I'm thinking about him being sweet and friendly, lavishing you with praise and compliments and turning you into a wide eyed, needy mess because it's been months since you were given a compliment that didn't have anything to do with your pussy or your ass.

And you keep drinking and you let him walk you home even though you know that you shouldn't. You invite him in when it's clear Kirishima is still gone. You let him drink your boyfriend's beer and you feed him the meal you made for Kirishima and you soak in the way he sings your praises over how delicious it is.

You let him stay after.

God, how long has it been since you've had one on one time with someone other than Kirishima? And how long has been since you've felt good about yourself? How long has it been since you've actually wanted someone?

And you shouldn't want him- you know that and you know you should feel guilty over the way you sit a bit too close to him on the couch. It's pathetic- desperate- but you've been only getting crumbs of attention for so long that, really, you can't feel too bad about it.

If Kirishima treated you better then one of his friends wouldn't be in the apartment trying to charm you out of your clothes- it's his fault. (Right?)

And I'm just imagining Sero finally kissing you and making you positively melt as he cups your fave and presses you down against the couch cushions, gives a languid grind against you so you can feel what you're doing to him- feel what he wants to do to you. I'm imagining needy mewls and quiet groans, little curses leaving Sero when he realizes just how needy you are for a good fuck and attention-

"fuck, baby, I've barely touched you and you're so wet for me"

"shit you're tight- how does he even fit in you?"

"damn- did you just cum for me again? That's a good girl- think you can cum again before I fuck you?"

"fuck- shit- just- just a little more sweetheart- god your fucking mouth"

And he doesn't even realize how gone you are until he tries to ask you a question and all he gets in response is a clench around his cock and a whimper, overwhelmed tears spilling down your cheeks as you whimper and try to rock against him- mind blank and cumdumb as it tries and fails to process the shades of guilt writhing in your stomach and the stars exploding along your spine, the thrill that runs through you whenever he sheds off his shirt and the way your pussy clenches at the thought of Kirishima coming home and catching you cumming on his friend's tongue.

And it's hot how you softly whisper "daddy?" in a lost, upset little voice whenever he pulls out of you. It's hot how you babble senselessly in response to the praise and backhanded compliments he starts to mix in. It's hot how you can barely keep your eyes open but you still weakly wrap your legs around his waist in an effort to keep him inside. It's hot how you mouth along his cock with needy whines and moans- how you fall to your hands and knees and present yourself to him like some soft, dumb animal in heat.

Thinking about Sero fucking you until the wee hours of the morning- until he literally can't go anymore and then manhandling you into bed, tiredly wrestling pajamas on your knocked out body and then making use of the shower, Kirishima's shampoo and body wash and toothbrush. Slinking out before Kirishima can show up and leaving you to deal with your hangover and boyfriend by yourself.

And. Just. Kirishima finally coming home while you're still knocked out and waking you up to halfheartedly apologize- totally unaware that your head feels like it's full of cement and that your body is aching so sweetly, that there's cum dried on your inner thighs and you're trying desperately not to throw up on him as memories of the night before comes rushing back at you.

And I imagine all your guilt and upset dropping away whenever he leaves the room with a "you should take a shower, babe- you're looking a little rough. And do you mind picking up some beer after? We're almost out- I thought we had more" tossed over his shoulder.

I'm imagining you watching him leave blankly and staring at the bed as the sound of a video game starts up and blasts through the house. I'm thinking about you grabbing your phone and texting Sero, asking if you can come over later. ❤️

#fic recs #friend recs #author recs #not mine #Sero #tw:cheating #trigger:cheating

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kingkatsuki · 3 years ago

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No no no but JO!!!! OBGYN Kiri who has been helping you and your husband with fertility treatments for a good while now. You come in to your newest appointment but you're all alone. Concerned, he asks you what's up and sees the little tears begin to fill your eyes as you tell him how you found out you now ex husband was cheating on you.

Kiri sees red as he watches you wipe away a stray tear telling him that you don't know what to do. He knew how excited you had been. How much you wanted to have a baby and be a mother. You had spent so much time and effort and money. You had followed all his instructions to the T, and IVF wasnt cheap. What were you supposed to do now?

Kiri sees this as his golden opportunity. He had been crushing on you hardcore this whole time and he knows you still want it. Why should you waist all that time and money? He can help you out.

God, just imagining the manipulation tactics Kirishima would use for this though. Convincing you that this is the quickest, easiest way. That it’s gonna be so expensive trying to get pregnant the “long way” and that your husband shouldn’t have let down a perfect thing like you.

And your husband doesn’t really seem to care, not as much as you do. You definitely deserve better and it’s almost like your husband is deliberately making sure you don’t get pregnant.👀 your husband says it’s a waste of money and time and you’re just upset. AND THEN you find out he was cheating on you? So now you’re completely alone.

But Kirishima thinks this is the perfect opportunity. So you’re crying to Kirishima that you just wanted a baby so bad— and he’s more than willing to offer his personal services👀

#tw:cheating #trigger:cheating #jo thirsts #thirst posts #Kirishima thirst #red daddy riot

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kingkatsuki · 4 years ago

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Coercion Part Three | Bakugou Katsuki x Reader

Ahhh! It’s finally here. It’s been almost an entire year since I started this and I’m so sorry its taken me this long to get another part out. I had the plans for this just gathering dust in my drafts for the longest time and honestly I wasn’t sure I would ever actually get to it, but here it is. I really hope you guys enjoy it, and I don’t disappoint you after the long, long wait.

Thank you to my lovely friends who took the time out of their days to read through this for me. @jodrawssmut, @whet-ones-write and @hoe-doroki💕

Warnings: 18+, cheating, dirty talk, oral, pussy slapping.

Word Count: 7.8k

It was difficult to say when you’d started feeling this way in your relationship. In your mind it began when Midoriya started coming home late and leaving early, the incessant phone calls and texts from his work taking his attention away from you. The dates, anniversaries you’d spend together often short-lived by that fateful call you already knew was coming. Your boyfriend's problem was he didn’t know when to say no, always far too eager to please everyone, too kind. But it could have been a multitude of factors, even the littlest things annoyed you about your boyfriend now that seemed to pale in comparison to others problems. You were always reminded how lucky you should feel, that other people have it much worse and would love to be in your position. So why did it constantly feel so wrong?

You supposed it was your fault for falling for such a dedicated hero, someone who would always put others before himself. Unfortunately, that courtesy didn’t seem to stretch to his wife, Midoriya often staying late in favour of protecting the citizens of Musutafu, or taking extra shifts to appease his colleagues. It was okay in the beginning, really. You couldn’t say you didn’t know what you were signing up for when you first started dating the aspiring hero, he’d made it abundantly clear that it was his dream and something that he would strive to achieve. And you had been there for him, supporting him every step of the way. The loving, doting girlfriend that would do anything to make him happy, but what about your happiness?

You couldn’t quite pinpoint the last time you’d truly felt that emotion, happiness. There were many times Midoriya made you feel good, feel content but were you truly happy? Now every time you thought about your own happiness there was only one face on your mind, and it wasn’t the face of your boyfriend. Bakugou Katsuki had overtaken your thoughts completely, so much so you had touched yourself to the thought of him beside a sleeping Midoriya. That was the moment where you should have ended things between you and the explosive blond, but you didn’t. Instead, you lay awake beside your boyfriend, thinking about another man. It wasn’t for lack of trying, you tried to switch yourself off, to urge your brain to disengage as you tried to lull yourself to sleep. But even as you closed your eyes you could only picture Bakugou’s vermilion orbs gazing back at you, how they would look buried between your thighs as he feasted on your sopping core.

It was no surprise to you the next morning when you woke to find Midoriya already gone, his side of the bed cold as the sheets lay neatly made. A flutter of emotions erupting in your stomach as you remembered what Bakugou had said to you the night before. Quietly wondering whether the words had been said in the heat of the moment or whether he would actually be paying you a visit today.

There was no way he would, would he?

Despite your scepticism, you still found yourself climbing out of bed and jumping straight into the shower. Spending a little longer than usual preparing yourself for the day, pulling out a fancy lingerie set that you had originally bought to spice up your sex life with your husband. Telling yourself that you were wearing it today to make yourself feel good, not because there was the possibility of Bakugou coming round. Biting your lip as you rifled through your wardrobe, trying to decide what to wear on top of it. The sound of your phone buzzing brings you out of your thoughts as you picked it up to see who was texting you. Your stomach lurching as you realised who it was.

Bakugou: Oi, hurry up, Princess.

Bakugou: Unless you want someone to see me standing outside your house.

Shit, not only had he actually stayed true to his word and showed up, he was early. You panicked as you looked back at the clothes hanging in your wardrobe, trying to decide what to wear so you could answer the door quickly. Tugging an oversized shirt off the rails as you pulled it carelessly over your head, meandering through your apartment as you tried to smooth the fabric down before answering the door.

“About fuckin’ time-” Bakugou stopped in his tracks as his vermilion eyes roamed over your body, noting your flustered expression as he took in the sight of the baggy shirt you wore that hung off your body, trailing down to your mid-calf as he admired your exposed skin, “Wow-”

“What?” You shuffled by the open door, leaning against the hardwood to stop yourself from tumbling to the ground, your legs like jelly.

“You look beautiful.” His cheeks tinted a dark pink as he lifted his arm, you hadn’t even noticed the bouquet of roses he’d been holding until he held them out to you, “Here.”

“You bought me flowers?” You took them gratefully, your eyes captivated by the deep orange colour of the petals, your fingers stroking against the surface as you held them to your nose.

“Yeah? Why wouldn’t I?” He quipped, shrugging his shoulders as though it was the most obvious thing in the world, “You gonna let me in or do you really want the neighbours to see?”

You were suddenly brought back to the realisation that Bakugou Katsuki was standing on your doorstep as you shuffled back to let him inside, closing the door behind you as you walked into your apartment. Busying yourself with finding a vase to fill to place the flowers in as Bakugou allowed himself to look around your home. Already trying to think of an excuse for your boyfriend as to why there was a large bouquet of fresh roses sitting in his kitchen that obviously had not come from him as you slowly arranged the stems.

“Don’t tell me,” Bakugou smirked, leaning back against your kitchen counter as he watched you arrange your bouquet, “Deku’s workin’?”

You didn’t respond, you had no reason to. Bakugou already knew the answer.

“Of course he is,” Bakugou rolled his eyes, “Guessin’ he didn’t get his dick wet this morning either, hah?”

Bakugou’s words sounded harsh, but there was an underlying self-consciousness behind them. He’d said it to be an asshole, to try and question the validity of your relationship with Midoriya even more, but really he cared. He wanted to know if what you’d told him last night was still true. That it had been well over a month since you’d last done anything with your boyfriend, that you hadn’t hung up on him to satiate your needs with his oblivious rival.

“No.” You whispered, thumbing the silky petals as you avoided Bakugou’s gaze, it felt unusual for him to know anything about your sex lives. Considering before you’d accidentally sent him your nudes that he’d been an acquaintance to you at best.

Bakugou always kept his distance from you when you met at social events or with friends, often seeming even more stoic and brash than usual with you. So much so you’d assumed the angry blond had taken a dislike to you, not that it bothered you too much. Throughout your years together at U.A. Bakugou kept most of his classmates at a distance, but for some reason, it felt like he kept you a little further apart than the rest. And even though Kirishima loved to reassure you that it was ‘just Bakugou’, you couldn’t help but feel you’d done something wrong. You couldn’t describe the feeling now the same angry blond was now standing in your kitchen.

“Of course he didn’t, fuckin’ nerd.” Bakugou scoffed, “Must’ve hit his head a little too hard on his last mission.”

“What do you mean?” You turned to face him, unable to avoid looking at the way his taut muscular arms sat crossed against his chest.

“That he’s so dumb he doesn’t realise that he’s got a hot fuckin’ girlfriend at home?” Bakugou quirked a brow.

“He’s training to be the best, Bakugou. Like you-”

“Don’t fuckin’ call me Bakugou-” Bakugou interjected, a look of hurt flashed through his expression before it turned to anger, “And I’m here. Where the fuck is Deku?”

“He’s just busy-” You started, but Bakugou was quick to cut you off again.

“Too busy for his own fuckin’ girlfriend?” Bakugou snarled as you turned to face him, a familiar look of rage in his eyes, “Are you kidding?”

You avoided his gaze, the intensity of it making you lightheaded as you struggled to argue back, to defend the boyfriend that clearly didn’t care as much for you as he did his dream. You knew it was a possibility when you first got together, but you’d hoped that with time it may change. That he’d start to care for you just as much as he did becoming number one.

“So why did you let me come, hah?” Bakugou unfolded his arms to rest his palms against the counter beside him, his knuckles whitening as he grasped the cool surface.

“You were blackmailing me, Bakugou.” You bluffed, “I didn’t have a choice.”

“There’s always a choice, Princess. Ask yourself why I’m here.”

You swallowed thickly, trying to quench the dryness that now sat at the back of your throat as you maintained eye contact with the man across the room. His intense vermilion gaze boring into your own, as you felt that familiar delightful swirl in your chest. A feeling that your boyfriend hadn’t blessed you with for a long time. You already knew the answer. Bakugou had made you feel more in the last few days than Midoriya had made you feel in months.

“You know there’s a reason why I’m here.” Bakugou rasped softly.

“Why are you here?” You toyed with the hem of your oversized shirt, hopeful to hear his honest answer. Bakugou had never been the kind of guy to lie.

“Don’t act fuckin’ coy.” He spat, “You know why I’m fuckin’ here. What about you? Why didn’t you tell me not to come?”

“You didn’t give me a chance-” You avoided his eyes to try and hide your evasiveness.

“Don’t lie.” Bakugou scoffed, “That’s not the reason. It’s because you couldn’t stop thinking about me, could you?”

Bakugou was right, he’d been all you’d been able to focus on the past few days. It was a secret that should have been difficult to hide from your boyfriend, but when he was so oblivious to everything in your life currently it had been a simple task.

“You’re so fucking cocky, Katsuki.” You emphasised his given name as he let out a scoff from the other side of the room.

“So I’m right then?” He puffed his chest out smugly, “Your little pussy was getting wet to the thought of my fat cock, yeah?”

You had to try and mask the whine that threatened to leave your lips at his blunt words, a heat rolling in your abdomen at the sound of his voice. How was it possible for one man to make you feel like this with minimal effort? Midoriya had never made you feel this way.

“If you don’t want me here, just tell me to go.” You could feel his eyes boring into you, “Say it and I’ll leave you to live out your shitty housewife fantasies out with Deku.”

“I-” You tried to speak, but the words wouldn’t come. He was right. He’d captivated your thoughts and taken over your senses.

“You can’t, can you?” Bakugou smirked, “Because you want me just as much as I want you.”

“Yes.” You watched the way Bakugou’s eyes darkened at your admission, baring his teeth in a smug grin as he watched you from across the room.

“Say it, then.” Bakugou pushed, “Tell me how much you want me.”

“I want you, Katsuki.” You admitted, chewing the inside of your cheek as you waited for his reaction.

“You have no idea how long I’ve waited to hear that.” You eyed him at the thought, what did he mean by that? How long had he been waiting-

“Now you’re finally being honest, you gonna show me what you’re wearing underneath that, Princess?” He smirked as he leaned back against the kitchen island, crossing his muscular arms over his chest so you could see the scars that marred his skin, shuffling nervously on your feet as you tried to avoid his gaze.

“Aw, don’t get all shy now.” Bakugou pushed himself away from the surface, stepping closer towards you, “Didn’t have a problem when you were showing me last night.”

“It’s different.” You whined, already worried that he wouldn’t like what he saw. You could hide behind the screen when you were video-calling or talking over the phone, but this? This was different. He’d be able to see every single curve, every single flaw or imperfection you deemed up close.

“How’s it different?” Bakugou rasped, “It’s still me, baby.”

You tried to ignore the nauseating feeling in the pit of your stomach as you reached down to the hem of your shirt, taking a deep breath before you pulled the fabric up and over your body, tugging it over your head as you allowed the material to drop to the floor. Leaving you standing in your matching lingerie set in your kitchen with Bakugou, already terrified for his reaction.

“Holy shit.” He murmured as he took in the sight of you in the lingerie set you’d picked out. The intricate lace framing your body perfectly as he mapped out every inch of skin, “You look beautiful.”

You felt his gaze burning into you, worrying your lower lip between your teeth as he took a step closer, his larger frame towering over you as you stood in your kitchen anxiously. You felt like a blushing virgin in his presence, the air of authority that he held had you nervously shifting as he shamelessly ogled you.

“I knew you were fuckin’ hot from the pictures you sent me, but I didn’t think you’d look this good.” Your entire body felt aflame as he palmed your cheek, leaning into his touch as he angled your head up to face him.

“I can’t believe that fuckin’ prick isn’t all over you.” He murmured, almost more to himself than to you as his half-lidded eyes honed in on your lips, “Always was a dumbass.”

“Katsuki,” You murmured, feeling his warm breath fanning your face as his lips hovered dangerously close to yours. The smell of his quirk mixed with the musky smell of ash engulfed your senses as you felt his palms stroke along your sides.

Everything just felt different with Bakugou. A burning intensity you couldn’t fathom or put into words but you could feel it. The sensation filled your body and ignited your senses with every touch of his skin against your own, overwhelming your consciousness and making it difficult to think.

“Was this all for me?” The calloused pads of his fingers soothed along with the sheer fabric of your panties as he watched goosebumps appear against your skin.

“Yeah,” You flushed, his lips dangerously close to yours.

“Tell me.” You felt a low whine rumble at the back of your throat as you felt his lips brush against yours lightly, the movement causing tingles to ebb through your body, “Tell me you want this.”

“Yes.” You breathed, your words silenced as Bakugou pressed his lips against yours roughly. Teeth clashing together as he kissed you desperately, taking advantage of your surprise as he slipped his tongue between your parted lips, silencing the moans that swelled low in your throat.

Your mind swimming with emotions as Bakugou kissed you, his tongue stroking against your own dutifully as he rolled his hips against your own. Every coherent thought left your mind as he kissed you, your body melding into his own as you tried to match his movements, sliding your arms up to curl around his broad shoulders. Barely able to reach around his hulking form as you deepened the kiss, your tongue swiping his back as you felt him give a particularly hard rut against your hip. Allowing you to feel just how much he wanted you too, his thick cock straining against his sweats as he nipped at your bottom lip, catching it between his teeth as he tugged it back. Watching the way it bounced back, panting as he brought a hand up to thumb at your bruised lips.

“Good lord, look at you.” He groaned, pulling when you pressed a kiss to the calloused pad of his thumb, “You’re so fuckin’ perfect.”

You couldn’t help but reach out to palm his cock through the material of his sweats, grinning at the hiss that left his lips as you watched his eyes flutter. Feeling how thick and hard he was for you, your fingers barely able to wrap around it as he slowly rolled his hips into your touch.

“Gonna make me cum in my pants like a fuckin’ teenager-” He muttered, his thumbs dipping into the hem as he slowly dragged the fabric down with his underwear, allowing his thick length to spring free. The tip sanguine and swollen as his length curved towards his abdomen. He’d looked big in the video chat you’d shared last night, but seeing him in the flesh he was huge. Feeling yourself salivate at the sight as you licked your lips in anticipation, your thumb swiping over the tip to gather the pre-cum oozing from his slit, smoothing it down his length as he twitched in your palm.

“Shoulda known you’d be a fuckin’ tease.” He joked, leaning down to press kisses against the apex of your neck, his teeth grazing against the sensitive skin there. Making you groan and lean into his touch before the realisation dawned on you that he could leave a mark, pulling back with a sheepish look on your face.

You tried to ignore the look of hurt that flashed across Bakugou’s features at the frantic action, perceptively picking up on exactly why you were concerned; you didn’t want Midoriya to see. Thinking quickly you decided to slip down onto your knees in front of Bakugou’s large frame, continuing to pump his cock languidly in your palm as you stared up at him with doe-like eyes. Leaning forward to swipe your tongue against his tip, drawing a low hiss from his parted lips.

“Shit.” He grunted, “Even better than I imagined.” You hummed at his praise, stroking your palm along his length as you lapped at his slit, laying the pad of your tongue against the underside of his reddened head as you looked up at Bakugou through heavy lashes.

Your hands wandered lower to tease his weighty balls, squeezing them in your palm as you stroked a solo finger along his taint, cherishing the way he shuddered against you. Depraved moans leaving his hips as he eased into your touch, spreading his thighs as much as he could with his sweats around his calves to give you more access.

His large, warm palms stroking your cheeks as though you were the most delicate porcelain, sliding up to card his fingers through your hair as his blunt nails scratched against your scalp. The movement made you keen as you pressed a soft kiss to his tip before parting your lips to slowly slip him inside your mouth. Bakugou hissed at the contact, unable to stop his hips from bucking as you took more of him inside you, your tongue brushing along the underside as you mapped out the prominent veins that forked along his length, following them as you began a steady motion. Fisting whatever you couldn’t fit inside your mouth with your palm as Bakugou held your head.

“Fuck,” He snarled, his eyes rolling back as he bit his lower lip. The sight caused you to moan around his length, rubbing your thighs together to try and appease the throb surging from your core, “I know you’re fuckin’ dripping. That desperate for my cock, yeah?”

Bakugou’s words only served to make you even warmer, the ebb inside you intensifying as you took sight of the expression on his features as he gazed down at you, it was nothing like the way Midoriya looked at you. Searching your mind for the last time your boyfriend had ever even attempted to glance at you in such a way. There was something different about the way Bakugou was looking at you, as though he was staring straight into your soul, instead of just looking. It made you feel different. Desired, wanted, loved.

Loved. It seemed like such a foreign concept to you now, a word that had lost all its meaning in your relationship. When was the last time Midoriya had ever made you feel loved? You couldn’t recall.

“Bet shitty Deku doesn’t make you feel like this, hah.” You gagged around Bakugou’s thick cock at the suggestion, wide eyes brimming with fresh tears as you felt your throat hollow. Vibrations flowing through your mouth straight to his length as he groaned above you. His hands tightening their grip on your hair as he held you against him. The thick pubic hair at the base of his length tickled your nose as you felt him hit the back of your throat, keeping you still for a few moments before he allowed you momentary respite, pulling you off him as your chest heaved, taking in gulps of air. Bakugou groaned as he watched glistening lines of your spit string from the tip of his cock, connecting your bodies together as they broke off in silvery wisps against your skin.

“You’re so perfect.” He murmured, stroking his thumb against your chin as he collected the mixture. Cleaning it off your skin as he directed your gaze towards his own, “Way too good for that prick.”

“Don’t say that,” You murmured, immediately feeling guilt begin to swirl in your chest at the fact that you were here with Bakugou of all people.

What if he was just doing this to get back at your boyfriend? It was definitely something you could imagine him doing, always trying to get one up on his old school rival. This would be like the ultimate betrayal, being able to steal Deku’s girlfriend away from him. What if Bakugou ended up dropping you and you were left with nothing? After everything you’d already done it wasn’t anything you didn’t deserve.

“What’s going on in that pretty little head?” Bakugou rasped, his hands grabbing for your arms as he eased you up from your knees, trying to ignore the dull ache in your limbs as he turned you so your back was against the kitchen counter. Warm palms digging into your sides as he rubbed soothing circles against your skin with his thumbs, “Tell me.”

“S’nothin’” You muttered, eyes downcast as you tried to push the doubt to the back of your mind.

There was no way Bakugou would be doing this with you if you hadn’t accidentally sent him those selfies of you, he’d seized the perfect opportunity to embarrass Midoriya and you’d played right into his hands.

“Bullshit.” He tsked, “Just fuckin’ tell me.”

“What if you’re just doing this to get one up on Izuku?” Bakugou’s brows furrowed as he leaned back, the pads of his fingers digging into your sides a little harder.

“I’ve liked you for a long fuckin’ time.” He murmured, “Probably even before that asshole.”

“Why didn’t you tell me?” You scoured your memories for any indications that Bakugou may have even had a slight interest in you, but there was nothing you could recall that would have given you any indication he’d felt this way about you. Even hearing it from his lips now was so difficult to believe.

Bakugou’s jaw tightened at the question, averting his gaze. This was a regret so clear that it sat at the forefront of his mind, something that had burdened him since school. He’d convinced himself that becoming number one was the most important thing in his life, he wouldn’t allow any distractions. Pushing his feelings for you to the side, trying to store them at the back of his mind so they wouldn’t bubble up and overwhelm his consciousness. But it was easier said than done, laying awake most nights he found his thoughts always drifted to you, you were the comfort that got him through those bad nights. Just being near you throughout his teenage years was enough, but when you graduated school and you ended up with Midoriya it was different. Seeing you happy with his rival caused an aching pain in his chest, an overwhelming regret inside him that he couldn’t push down. By trying to achieve his dreams, he’d lost the one person he cared about more than anything. And you had no clue-

“Katsuki-” You tried to prompt him, the silence deafening as you reached up to stroke a palm along the stubble that decorated his jawline.

Bakugou leaned into your touch before jerking back, a large palm reaching up to wrap around your wrist. Clasping it in his larger hand as he lowered your hand, using the grip to pull you towards him, his lips hovering over yours.

“Doesn’t fuckin’ matter.” He rasped huskily, stopping you from any objections as he pulled you into another fierce kiss. His touch bruising as his tongue swiped against your lower lip, forcing entry as he pressed you back against the kitchen counter. Silencing your moans as his hands roamed your bare skin.

Bakugou caught you by surprise as he hoisted you up onto the cool marble surface, stepping between your parted legs as he squeezed the plush skin, blunt nails digging into your thighs. Breaking the kiss much to your disappointment so he could stare into your eyes as he brushed the back of his hand against your folds, his knuckle grazing against the thin material of your panties as you let out a breathless gasp.

“Shit, you’re fuckin’ wet.” He groaned as he thumbed your slit, pressing down on the fabric as he felt your slick against it, “Is this all for me?”

You mewled as he found your clit through the lace, spinning gentle circles around it as your arms braced against his broad shoulders. Using him for leverage to begin grinding yourself against his touch, desperate for more. The movement made Bakugou smirk with pride as his fingers moved lower, teasingly pressing against your tight entrance through the fabric, the tip of his finger pushing into it as the barrier of your underwear stopped him from delving any deeper. A frenzied whine leaving your lips as you tried desperately to intensify the sensation.

“You really are fuckin’ needy, hah?” Pressing a chaste kiss against your lips as he pulled away, smirking at how your body lurched forward, trying to keep yourself close to him as he moved onto his knees.

“Sorry Princess,” Bakugou’s hands splayed against your inner thighs, pushing them apart as he settled himself between them, “I’ve gotta have a taste first.”

You whimpered as he licked a long stripe along the crotch of your panties, the movement causing your hips to jerk against the marble surface. Bakugou’s lips curling into a smug smirk at your reaction as he repeated the motion, groaning at how wet you felt through the sheer fabric.

“You like that?”

His fingers curled under the crotch of your panties, tugging them to the side as he took in the sight of your naked cunt. His fingers immediately slipping between your folds, parting them to stroke along your slick. The moisture coating his fingers as he teasingly circled your tight entrance, feeling the way your inner walls fluttered around the tips of his fingers in an attempt to suck him in.

“Katsuki, don’t tease.” You mumbled, your entire body felt warm. The desire inside you amplifying as you craved a release.

“Look at you.” He smirked, leaning forward to wrap his lips around your puffy clit, sucking against the nub as you thrashed above him. Your fingers threading into his messy blond hair as your nails scratched at his scalp, tugging his hair by the root as you tried to pull him impossibly closer. His moans vibrating against your clit as vermilion eyes glanced up to see the debauched look on your face. Crude slurping noises filling the room as Bakugou sucked on your clit hard, gathering a mixture of your slick and his spit in his mouth before leaning back to spit it down on your slit. His fingers immediately moved to stroke it between your folds, as he began to press against your tight entrance, catching you off guard as he buried them inside you to the hilt.

“Fuck, Katsuki-” You whimpered, feeling the dull stretch of your silky walls around his fingers.

It had been a while since you’d felt anything but your own fingers inside you, a dull ache from the stretch mingling with the pleasure you felt as you began to roll your hips against Bakugou’s touch. Lewd sounds continued to reverberate around the room as he continued his assault on your clit, trapping it between his lips.

“You’re so fuckin’ tight,” Bakugou spoke against your clit, his tongue lashing against the sensitive nub as you keened, “Can’t wait to split you apart on my cock.”

His words only serve to push you closer towards your orgasm, the coil inside you dangerously close to snapping as he curled the two fingers inside you, positioning them to drag along the same spongy spot inside you that he knew would have you seeing stars.

“Come on, Princess.” He hummed, sending dull vibrations straight to your clit as he dragged his tongue along your folds, “Shit, you taste so good.”

Gathering your slick as he slurped salaciously at your cunt, feasting on you like a man starved as crude noises filling the quiet kitchen. Pushing his tongue inside your tight heat, the pad stroking against your velvety walls as his nose bumped messily against your clit. A silvery string of your essence connecting his lips to your folds as he pulled back, half-lidded eyes glancing up at you as the line broke, splitting off against his chin.

“When’s the last time shitty Deku made you feel this good, Princess?” You keened at the tone of his voice at the nickname, gasping as he leaned forward to spit on your clit. The noise causing your sensitive nub to throb as the moisture trickled down your slit, his tongue catching it before it hit the curve of your ass as he devoured it back up before repeating the motion. Admittedly foreplay was never one of Midoriya’s strong points, no matter how hard he tried. He could never quite curl his fingers towards the right spot, or apply the right pressure to your clit, instead opting to just give up completely, “Oi, pay attention to me.”

You gasped in surprise as Bakugou landed a harsh smack to your slit, his calloused fingertips catching your clit. A dull stinging sensation flowing through your lower half as you involuntarily tried to close your thighs, but Bakugou’s grip was stronger as he held them apart. A low moan leaving your lips as the pain quickly turned to pleasure, your body easing into the sensation as you almost thought about challenging him once more just for him to repeat the motion.

“Of course you’d like that, wouldn’t you? Fuckin’ slut.” Bakugou smirked, thumbing your clit, “So fuckin’ good.” He murmured to himself as he slipped two fingers back to rub against your folds, parting them as he delved back inside your tight hole. Instantly curling the digits towards the spongy spot inside you as he began to piston them in a frantic motion.

“I know you’re close, I can feel you squeezin’ my fingers.” Bakugou smiled as he pressed a kiss against your clit, “Show me how pretty you look when you cum.”

With that Bakugou attached his lips back to your clit, sucking with vigour. Your toes curled as you cried out in pleasure. The dual stimulation causing your core to throb, your grip on his hair tightening as you ground yourself against his face with no regard for his need to breathe. Not that Bakugou seemed to mind, the motions ostensibly spurring him on.

“Katsuki.” You cried out, already feeling your orgasm swiftly approaching. His intense ministrations making it near impossible to focus on anything but the white-hot pleasure scorching your body, repeatedly proclaiming his name like a celestial mantra.

“Good fuckin’ girl.” He howled, the blissful expression on your face making his chest swell with pride. His fingers unforgiving on your quivering walls as he continued to scissor them inside you, dragging them along your slick walls as he built you towards another orgasm.

“I can’t, ‘Suki. S’too much-'' You gasped, trying to shy away from him but his grip remained strong against you. Feeling your thighs squeeze either side of his head in a feeble attempt to close your legs.

A low, deliberate moan leaving his lips as he hummed around your clit, urging your body towards another swift release. Your pleas for him to give you a moment of respite falling on deaf ears as he began applying pressure on the soft spot inside you, rolling his wrist as he focused his attention on the same spot with each rearward motion.

An unfamiliar sensation building in your pelvis as you try to subdue it, feeling pearly tears begin to clump in your lashes as your body involuntarily begins to gush. A clear liquid spilling from your core and splashing against Bakugou’s face.

“Holy shit, that’s it Princess.” A look of pure glee on his features as he moves back to watch the liquid seeping from your body. Placing all four of his fingers against your clit as he begins to circle it sloppily, causing another smaller stream to leave your body. Your head banging against one of the kitchen cupboard units as your body convulsed from his movements, a dull ache throbbing at your scalp, but you showed little care. The pleasurable throb surging through your body had taken over all your rational thinking, “Fuckin’ squirt all over me.”

“Fuck. Katsuki-” You panicked as you saw his body glistening with your release, “I’m so sorry, I-”

“Why t’fuck you apologising?” Bakugou licked his lips, “Wait, was that the first time you’ve squirted?”

You bit your lip in response, your chest heaving as came down from your high. The look on your face giving him the answer he sought.

“Fuck,” He groaned at the thought. His cock twitching desperately between his thighs, standing to attention as pre continued to ooze from the tip, dribbling down the underside of his shaft. “Of course that prick couldn’t pleasure you properly.”

You watched with lidded eyes as Bakugou wrapped a large palm around his length, pumping himself slowly to try and appease the throb, “You look so fucked out for me, Baby. And you haven’t even had my cock yet-”

Bakugou stepped towards you to drag the drooling head of his cock along your folds. Focusing pressure against your sensitive clit as he pulled some squeals from your lips, smirking at the sound as he guided the tip lower. Bumping against your tight hole as he repeated the motion, slowly dragging his head along your cunt as he teased your slick entrance. Each time he’d venture back down Bakugou would give a roll of his hips, pressing his cock forward for the head to catch against your fluttering walls, desperately trying to suck him in.

Suddenly, you. heard the sound of the door opening, Wide eyes looking up at Bakugou in horror as you scrambled to push him away.

“Shit, he’s home.” You gasped, jumping off the counter as you reached for your shirt. Grabbing the crumpled fabric from the floor as you tugged it over your head sloppily. Trying to smooth out your hair as you panicked, already trying to think of how to explain the presence of your boyfriend’s childhood rival in your home, “Stay here.”

“I ain’t fuckin’ hiding from that prick,” Bakugou snarls.

You instantly feel fear running cold through your veins, your boyfriend's rival and old school friend was standing half naked in your kitchen. All Midoriya would have to do is turn a single corner and catch you both in the act and that would be it. Regardless of whether you were happy with Midoriya or not, you didn’t want him to find out, not like this. The thought of him walking in on you with another man, especially Bakugou had tears pricking the corners of your eyes. Your chest tightens as you struggle to breathe, trying desperately to calm yourself down as you watch Bakugou cross his arms over his chest in defiance.

“What’s so wrong if he fuckin’ sees us?” Bakugou reached for you, but you avoided his touch.

“Not now. Not like this-” You placed a palm on Bakugou’s bare chest, your eyes silently pleading with him, “Please, Katsuki.”

The look in your eyes made him stay silent, nodding his head in affirmation as he lingered in the kitchen, watching your retreating figure as you went to meet your boyfriend at the door. You gave him a small smile as you slipped out of the kitchen as you heard Midoriya continue to call your name out in the apartment. It was unusual for him to be home this early from work, but it was even more unusual for him to be calling out your name in your home when he returned. It made you feel uneasy, like he knew exactly what you’d been up to. The lies and sneaking around behind his back had caught up and you’d have to admit your mistakes and plead for his forgiveness, otherwise, you’d be on the front page of all the major tabloids for breaking top Pro-Hero Deku’s heart. Your stomach lurched as you came round the corner and into your boyfriend’s view, his green orbs lighting up when they caught sight of you.

“There you are, Princess.” Midoriya’s eyes lit up as they saw you, his arms instantly reaching out to pull you into a hug, “Hey.”

It felt foreign, your arms stiff at your sides before you slowly curled them around his waist. Feeling him press a gentle kiss to your forehead as he pulled back, his palms gripping your elbows as he held you against him. Terrified that he’d be able to smell Bakugou all over you and know the extent of your deception.

“You’re home early-” You managed to get out, wanting to ask whether it was because he knew what you’d been up to and if he’d be breaking up with you. The thought somehow made you feel uneasy, even though it was something you’d thought about happening for weeks.

“Yeah, I told work I was gonna take the rest of the day off.” Midoriya smiled, his hands stroking along your sides gently.

“You? Taking a day off-” The idea was now even more suspicious to you.

He must know.

“Yeah, I know you’ve been feeling a little down lately, and I’ve been neglecting you a lot because of work-” That was the understatement of the century, “So I thought I’d take the rest of the day off.”

“You don’t have to do that.” You avoided his gaze, guilt overpowering your senses as you swallowed thickly in an attempt to quench your dry throat.

“Yes, I do.” He persisted, “I’ve been taking you for granted.”

“You haven’t-” You hadn’t expected any of this from him, questioning where this had suddenly come from. Maybe he did notice what you had been up to with Bakugou. You hadn’t been as subtle as you had first thought, maybe this was his way of seeing whether you would admit it to him.

“I have been.” His palm moved to cup your cheek as you felt your body involuntarily leaning into his touch, missing the warmth and attention that he used to give you, “And you deserve better.”

“No, I don’t-” Your voice cracked, emotion welling inside you as you contemplated telling him about what you’d just done and exactly who was standing in your kitchen, “I-”

“I hope you haven’t started cooking yet?” Midoriya motioned towards the kitchen.

“No, why?” You shook your head silently, sniffling as you worried your bottom lip between your teeth.

“I’m taking you out for dinner.” His fingertips dug into your sides as his emerald eyes smiled down at you, “I’m going to make it up to you, I promise.”

It would take a lot more than dinner to fix the number of problems in your relationship, but even this minimal attention had your heart thumping in your chest like it had when you first started dating. You’d reverted back to the flustered mess you’d been when Midoriya had asked you out for the first time.

“Let me just grab a quick shower and we’ll go. Anywhere you want.” His fingertips dug into your sides as his emerald eyes smiled down at you, “You might want to get changed too, I don’t think that’s really appropriate to go out in- I thought you’d thrown that shirt out.”

“Uh-” You’d remembered the conversation you’d had with Midoriya about the shirt, the fact that he didn’t like how it framed your body, and that he’d just buy you another. But you liked it, you felt comfortable in it so you’d just ended up hanging it back in your wardrobe.

“Why don’t you wear the dress you know I like?” Midoriya smiled, “You know the black one?”

“Y-yeah.” You smiled, watching as your boyfriend made his way towards the bathroom.

“I’ll be quick, alright?” You nodded as he shut the door behind him, quickly turning to make your way back to the kitchen where Bakugou was waiting for you.

“You took fuckin’ ages.” Bakugou groaned, pulling you back into his arms and pressing his lips against yours hungrily. Moving his fingers back underneath the oversized shirt you were wearing as his large palms kneaded the plush of your ass, “Why didn’t you tell him?”

“I- I think this is a bad idea-”

“What?” Bakugou pulled back from your lips to stare into your eyes.

“You need to go, Bakugou. This was a bad idea-”

“What?” A flash of hurt crossed his features at the sound of his surname leaving your lips, letting you out of his grasp as you grabbed for his discarded shirt from the floor, holding it up to his bare chest as he made no attempt to take it from you.

“Please, he can’t see us together-” You were panicked, you’d heard the sound of water running to indicate that Midoriya was preparing to shower, but this was too much of a risk. He could walk into the kitchen right now and see your infidelity.

“Is that it? Poor little Deku finally starts to give a shit about you again and you drop your fuckin’ panties?” Bakugou growled, finally snatching his shirt from you, “Pathetic.”

“I’m really sorry, but I should have never let it get this far. Izuku loves me-” You felt sick looking at the hurt look in his eyes, the look that turned to rage as his jaw locked.

Reality was beginning to creep back into your consciousness, the idea of your boyfriend catching you sneaking around behind his back filled you with dread. The idea of losing not just your relationship with Midoriya, but the way your friends would look at you for cheating on their best friend. You could already hear them judging you, the looks of disappointment on their faces as they would chastise you. How could you do that to Midoriya? He’s the perfect guy.

“You think he loves you?” Bakugou scoffed, “Don’t be fuckin’ stupid.”

“He does-” The words left your lips, but even you weren’t sure if they were true.

“Yeah right. You jumped at the chance when I text you, Princess. Betcha didn’t even do it on purpose, didn’t you?” Bakugou tugged his shirt on back over his messy blond locks, running a hand through them messily as he adjusted his clothing, “You wanted that excitement back in your life.”

“I told you it was an accident-”

“When’s the last time shitty Deku made you feel like that, hah?” Bakugou gripped your jaw between his thumb and forefinger, angling your face up to stare into his eyes, “Answer me.”

You bit the inside of your cheek hard, replaying his words in your mind. You didn’t know the answer.

“You need to go, Bakugou. Please-”

This was a terrible mistake. Things with Midoriya would get better, wouldn’t they? He’d already come home today to apologise for taking you for granted and wanting to make it up to you. You’d been selfish to try and look for love in other places, even if it had felt different with Bakugou. Your body already yearning to feel his body against you once more, to be entirely blanketed in his scent, his touch, him.

“Fine.” He snarled, brushing past you in the kitchen as he made his way through the door frame. Your feet following behind him as you heard the sound of the shower turn off, fear bubbling inside you, “You spend the rest of your life with shitty fuckin’ Deku. See if I fuckin’ care-”

“Please don’t be like that.” You murmured, already feeling your chest ache at his harsh words.

“You need to decide what you really want to do with your life, Princess.” Bakugou muttered huskily as he lingered at your front door, “Start thinking about what you want.”

You stood in the empty hallway for a moment as you stared at the spot Bakugou once occupied, your chest longing for him to be back here with you. Wishing that you hadn’t told him to leave, that you didn’t have to sneak around like this. Making your way towards the bedroom so you could get changed into the dress Midoriya wanted to see you in, glancing into the mirror to try and soothe your messy hair down in an attempt to make yourself look more presentable.

“Oh, you’re not changed yet, babe?” Midoriya walked into the room with a towel slung low around his waist, another rubbing his messy locks dry as he took in the sight of you in the same outfit, “I thought you were desperate for me to take you out.”

“I am,” You murmured, smiling at him through your reflection in the vanity.

“Well, come on then.” He tugged a grey shirt out from his side of the wardrobe, “I didn’t take a day off for nothing-”

You were distracted by Midoriya’s words as you heard the vibrations from your cell phone rumble against the wood of your vanity, your heart pounding against your ribcage as you raised the phone to read the text. A new incoming message from Bakugou.

Bakugou: You’re going to stay with him forever, aren’t you?

#tw:cheating #trigger:cheating #Bakugou x reader #Bakugou Katsuki x reader #bakugo x reader #Katsuki Bakugou x reader #bakugou smut #Bakugou Katsuki smut #Katsuki Bakugou smut #bakugo smut #mha x reader #mha smut #bnha x reader #bnha smut

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kingkatsuki · 4 years ago

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imagine you and deku dating (I KNOW I KNOW BUT TRUST THE PROCESS) and deku can tell he isn’t really pleasuring you in bed. the moans you let out sound forced and he can’t remember a time that he had made you cum. you say you do but he wakes up in the middle of night to your moans. you bouncing up and down on your Dynamite inspired dildo you thought he didn’t know about. he’d watch your face to see what you looked like when you truly came

one day he goes to bakugou and asks for help. deku asked bakugou to fuck you for him so he can see how to do it and write it down in his notebook. bakugou having had the biggest crush on you accepts and you two have fun right in front of deku. when you found out you went to buy a new set of bra and panties just for him.

but….deku asks himself while watch and taking notes if this is a good idea. the way you look at bakugou makes him think that maybe you like bakugou more then a simple want to fuck.

Omg Anon, this is brutal.

Imagine how fucking smug Bakugou would be when he finds out Deku’s pretty little girlfriend is using one of his official dildos to get herself off? And just imagine him telling you proudly that the real thing is much bigger.

You’d basically cream your panties.

Imagine Bakugou throughout proper insulting Deku too, like “How the fuck are you struggling to make her cum, dumbass. She’s so fuckin’ sensitive.”

Bakugou is touching you in all these ways he’d never thought about, your face contorting in pleasure and sounds slipping from your lips that he’s never heard. Imagine the blush on his face when he watches Bakugou play with your asshole, like he’s never even thought to touch you there?

And the only rule Deku had was for Bakugou not to cum inside you, but when you can feel him about to pull away your thighs clamp down around his waist, effectively holding him in place. Bakugou knows he could get you off him with ease, definitely stronger than you. But your sheer insistence for him to cum inside you has his hips stuttering as he spills his cum inside your greedy walls. “You dirty fuckin’ bitch.”

“I told you not to talk to her like that, Kacchan.” Deku’s voice sounds from across the room, but he can’t feel the way you clench around Bakugou’s cock at the words.

“Nah, she fuckin’ loves it, don’tcha?” Bakugou pulls his cock from your quivering walls, watching his cum slowly begin to slip out of you.

Deku thinks it’s gonna make your relationship better, stronger but it only makes it worse.

#jo thirsts #thirst posts #bakugou thirst #tw:cheating #trigger:cheating #kinda???

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kingkatsuki · 3 years ago

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Shouto🥺🥺🥺that vicious cycle💔

clandestine meetings

“and you know damn well, for you i would ruin myself…. a million little times…”

pairing : shoto todoroki x reader

genre : angst

cw : smut, cheating, infidelity

wc : 1.5k+

a/n : i wrote this while listening to illicit affairs by taylor swift😭

this is my contribution to the frozen hearts collab hosted by @kingkatsuki and @bakuroo-writings. thank you for letting me join!❤️

Leave the perfume on the shelf That you picked out just for him So you leave no trace behind Like you don’t even exist…

Keep reading

#tw:cheating #trigger:cheating #fic recs #author recs #not mine #todoroki #frozen hearts collab

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kingkatsuki · 4 years ago

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Tw: 18+, somnophilia, cheating.

Imagine you’re dating Kirishima but Bakugou is completely and utterly in love with you. You’re staying over at Kirishima and Bakugou’s apartment and Kiri has to go to work unexpectedly, an early morning patrol as he kisses you goodbye and leaves you in his bed.

Bakugou coming home to see his best friends bedroom door ajar and you laying in his bed, the covers down around your thighs as Kirishima’s oversized shirt has ridden up your body, exposing your cute little panties to his eyes. He can’t help himself, his feet are already carrying him into the room.

Bakugou is so careful not to wake you, climbing onto the bed as he straddles your body, staying deftly still for a few moments to ensure you’re still asleep. Listening to your breathing to make sure you’re not about to stir awake. He can’t hold back for long though, the opportunity to good to miss as his fingers start trailing along your body.

What if you were just pretending to be asleep while he felt you up, completely awake and fully aware of every single touch he’s giving your body. You knew it wasn’t Kirishima instantly, his musky scent filling your senses first, calloused fingertips dragging along your skin. He felt so different to your boyfriend but somehow this was something you’d thought about before.

Trying your best not to moan when his fingers brush against your crotch. The most you can do so he doesn’t cotton on is let out a light breath from between parted lips. You can hear every single word he’s saying to you, how much he’s always wanted you, how pretty you look, how Kirishima doesn’t deserve you as much as he does, how desperate he is to be buried deep inside you.

Thinking about how many times he’s stroked himself numb to the thought of you. Kirishima doesn’t have to know, but he just needs a taste of you, and you’re more than eager to allow it.

#I’ve got so many thirsts like this that I just need to empty out of my drafts xxx #thirst posts #bakugou thirst #jo thirsts #tw:somnophilia #trigger:somnophilia #tw:cheating #trigger:cheating

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kingkatsuki · 4 years ago

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stepdad katsuki and y/n’s mum stay married, but see different people. stepdaddy spends all his time in his little girl’s room, making sure to get a bigger bed and move all his stuff in there. he even turns the other cheek to the other men the mother brings in, it’s not like he actually cares about her anyway. he fucks y/n all over the house, even in the mother’s bed, just to spite her - 🗿

Bakugou literally doesn’t give a fuck as long as he has you, he’d literally kill for you. It’s almost like your mum is bringing these men in on purpose to try and get Bakugou to notice and to be jealous but he only has eyes for you.

He gets frustrated because he’s constantly being asked questions about his relationship with your mum and how happy they both seem together but really he doesn’t give a shit, the only person that matters is you.

Finally being able to share a room with you means he can come home after a stressful shift at work and step inside to just bury himself inside your velvety walls. Instantly feeling at home.

#tw:incest #trigger:incest #tw:cheating #trigger:cheating #🗿 anon #jo thirsts #thirst posts #bakugou thirst #I’m currently writing that step-dad Baku & uncle Kiri ask👀👀👀

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kingkatsuki · 4 years ago

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You send Kirishima a dirty picture not knowing that his phone is both unlocked and unguarded in the hero lounge while Kirishima heats up his lunch.

Bakugou notices the picture, quickly he sends it to himself, deleting the message evidence from Kirishima's phone before returning it back to where it was. Kirishima sees Bakugou scrolling his social media as he sets their plates down.

"thanks." Bakugou grunts without looking up while Kirishima finds you in a compromising position, tits out while his phone sat open for anyone to see. Thankfully it was only Bakugou in the room and Kirishima thinks he hadn't noticed, his friends face glued to his phone.

But all the while Bakugou is thinking about how he's going to black mail you into sending him these photos instead.

Ahhh! This would have been the better version of Coercion for real.

Imagine Kirishima trying to keep his cool at work too after you’d just sent him that picture? Bakugou asking him why his face looks like that and Kiri is spluttering out an excuse but Bakugou knows exactly what’s got him so hot because he’s got his own phone unlocked and his eyes are locked on the exact same image. How often did you send these kinda pics to Kirishima? What other things did he have saved on his phone. Bakugou’s instantly thinking of ways to get that phone out of Kirishima’s possession so he can download its contents onto his own. Maybe there’s videos so he can actually hear what you sound like when you’re touching yourself, or being split apart.

He ends up fisting his cock in the locker room showers to the sight of you, vermilion eyes focused on the sight of your round tits and beautiful face staring directly at the camera. The hint of red panties visible in the image as he cums with a grunt. Spilling his release all over his hand and watching the shower wash away any evidence.

Bakugou loses count of how many times he’s rubbed himself raw to the sight of that solo picture. One enough to resign him to this. Eventually it’s not enough, he needs more. And what better way than to message you directly.

You don’t believe him at first, there’s no way Kirishima would ever show him that photograph. It’s for his eyes only, but when you receive a new attachment via text from Bakugou and you see the selfie you sent Kirishima you begin to panic. How the fuck did he get it? Your entire body shaking as you watch the three dots appear at the bottom of the screen to show him typing.

“It’s okay, Princess. I’m not gonna tell anyone, but I am gonna need another picture to help keep my mouth shut.”

#jo thirsts #thirst posts #bakugou thirst #tw:cheating #trigger:cheating #tw:coercion #trigger:coercion

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kingkatsuki · 4 years ago

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AHHH GOD I LOVE ASSHOLE KIRI SO MUCH!

He’s so fucking manipulative the way you have him talking to reader like he’s going to give up everything for them, and no spoilers but the texts at the end AHHHH prime asshole Kiri. He’s so cocky and full of it that he thought we would want him and wait for him no matter what. But you know what? He’s so fucking hot I would probably fall for it too😳

This was so good please🥵

𝙈𝙤𝙤𝙙 𝙈𝙪𝙨𝙞𝙘 | E.Kirishima x Reader

Pairing: Kirishima/ reader, Bakugo/ reader (mentioned)

Summary: You shouldn't want him and he shouldn't want you, it's sinful and forbidden. But he can't help coming back to you, and you can't do anything but take him in every single time. Until today that is.

Word Count: 3.6k

Warnings: Aged up characters (twenties), NSFW 18+, plot with some p//rn but it's not very detailed, unprotected sex (please use condoms everyone), cheating, casual penetrative sex, jealousy, the seggz is pretty vanilla though

↪A/N: tennis player Kirishima, tennis player Kirishima, idk how I came up with it but I can't get it out of my head, written for @doinmybesthere 's 3k event collab and based on The Hills by the Weeknd, don't be shy to tell me if you liked it, I almost wrote 4k in a day which is unusual for me

5.30pm [Missed Call: Red]

5.31pm [Missed Calls(2): Red]

The bubbling notifications are spamming your phone, each call, succeeding the other in persistence and length, making your phone crawl onto your coffee table in restless buzzing. To your salvation the device is on silent; you're just unable to bear the overwhelming sound of your ringtone echo through the empty walls of your apartment, to let it bounce between concrete like a slimy ball, only for it to hit you on the face with tremendous force.

It's one of those days that you can't answer Kirishima. Too perplexed in the wields of your mind, blaming yourself for this horrendous situation, delivering raw swears at him for simply existing.

You don't know how it came to this nor when was the exact moment things switched. Was it at the party that you met him? Or the thousandth time you took him in and let him ruin relationship after relationship. Either way it was horrible for not only you, but also him, and all the people that have been caught up in the sidelines of this rotten affair.

You shouldn't want this anymore and truly, you don't. You're tired of being the second choice, of hiding behind your little finger, crying yourself to sleep at night, only to put on a sultry face for every time he comes. Once, twice a month.

[New Messages: Red]

Babe, you there?

Read 5.38pm

[New Messages: Red]

Babe I got practice at 8.

I know you're reading those.

Read 5.39pm

[Red is typing…]

[New Messages: Red]

I'm outside btw

A fresh, tremendously sharp wave of anxiety rushes through you at the little notification -it can't be like this again, not today. The thudder in your chest is unbearable, heart too weak to stomach the weight of your decision, fingers too reluctant to type out your response.

He's probably smirking while staring at his phone, not a single care in his head. It's loathing to your mind as you confirm your speculation, shooting a glance out of your window, landing your eyes on his car.

He shouldn't be here.

His thousands dollar car doesn't belong in your urban street, not in your side of the town. And it's so dangerous that he's doing this to see you. You've played the worst scenarios in your head a thousand times, millions of headlines on sites and the news about this; Eijirou Kirishima, on his way to claiming a fifth Grand Slam, caught in affair with university student.

Atrocious, degrading, exposing. A hit to his career that would bother the media for a couple of weeks and paint your name in mud along the way.

Why can't he just be content with the model that he's with? You're nothing like her, not as pretty and you don't have her body, you don't have her face, but he still says he finds you better, says he knows you better, but he just can't be with you.

[You]

Can't do it today

Sorry

You're good to yourself, only when you deny him and only when you feel the satisfaction of being the one to do so. It's pointless to sulk over saying no. He can go fuck other girls, play with their hearts and leave you to your otherwise peaceful life. Even if it is just for today.

You don't have the chance to let a smile creep to your face when your doorbell rings. The jiggling sound bursts into your eardrums once and twice, three dreaded times and they're enough to make your stomach churn, your neck tight and your skin ache.

You contemplate on opening the door for him, subconsciously letting yourself feel like a vulnerable prey, who, after running away to save yourself, is choosing to walk into the wolf's den, so willingly that you can feel yourself drifting away with each step you're taking towards the door.

"Babe,"

The swing of your door handle, the crack of your wrist, the creaking of your door as it opens to reveal him; they're all embarrassing. You can't tell if they fall short on his ears, too caught up in the way he looks -all swollen muscles and tall legs. You're running out of courage to say no and he knows this.

He's not as innocent as this cheeky smile frames him out to be, he's not the sweetheart everyone wants him to be either.

He's Eijirou, who's selfishly standing on your door, who's barging his way in your apartment, who's grabbing your cheeks and slamming your face in his, biting your lips until he draws blood, just to punish you for standing up against him.

Your door is slammed behind him, one bend of his knee and it's falling into its rightful place. To shield the sins of your affair, to bring you comfort and privacy as he attacks parts of your neck, your chest. Places that only squeeze perfectly under his touch.

"Babe," He calls again, in between soft kisses. "What's gotten into you?"

You frown and try to look away, past his cocoa colored orbs, past the swelling that's taking over his lips -and yours- with a numbing, tingling sensation.

"Eijirou—"

"I don't have much time in between training, I got a game the day after tomorrow."

It's always like this, you know. He doesn't have to tell you twice or try to excuse his own self for what he does or how he acts. You're pushed between schedules, or slammed into his timetable like a truck when he feels like indulging with you again, hidden between the lines of his free time.

You're sure at this point that it's the thrill he's after. The sinful taste of your lips on his, how he feels in control while chasing after you, when you can't keep up with him.

His lips don't taste like sour cherry anymore, but you let them wiggle against yours with triumph, you let him want to catch his breath as he pulls back and you put the minimum effort in returning the passion you receive.

You pull back, ignoring the words he's whispering against your face, only to take in his features once again.

Soft black hair pulled into a low ponytail, spiky bangs that fly all over his face and his tips drowned in a fiery, foxy red. The only reminder for who he was before his tennis career blew up. For who he was before he turned into this cocky womanizer whom you're desperately after with a longing heart.

"I'm just not in the mood today."

"Well let's get you in the mood then huh?"

He smiles, nose scrunching and chapped lips hiding behind his gums as his hand moves to your thigh, tagging your shorts with furry. As if he's desperate to have you, right here and now. As if bending you over the couch will help put out a fire in him. That's how he always convinces you to keep this going.

He's making you feel like not having you this way is insufferable.

You're buried in the crook of his neck while being pushed onto the couch, nibbling a soft spot that you've found, rubbing his skin on the top of your tongue. You know how to do this without leaving a mark, you can hold back from wanting to take all you can get from him.

But today it's different. It's going to be the last time.

It's not like any other time you've told yourself that you are going to end this. Today you're going to leave a mark, you're going to bite your way into his skin and drink from his poison -the intimate attention he's only ever willing to give- and you'll get drunk in it.

"Fuck," He grunts against your lips. "Fuck, don't stop that feels good."

You don't stop, eager to listen to him, to breathe into his neck before you wrap your lips a little lower and closer to his collarbone. You should be asking if this will cause him problems, but gone is the guilt that veils your coinsense otherwise. You suckle on a spot and then another, stealing his groaning moans one by one as they fall from his lips, plushing them softly in a spongy part of your brain, where they can rest forever, until you've forgotten them.

"Get your shirt off Eijirou," You plea, ogling eyes watering from the pressure that's applied in the apex of your thighs and he's quick to follow your command, lips curling upwards in a sweetheart smirk.

You're going to miss the way the apples of his cheeks cover his eyes when he smiles like this. But there's no going back for you and him.

With legs that feel like burning rubber you hug around his horse, watching the way his muscles flex and fold with his snappy movements. His shirt, tousled and wrinkly, tossed in an unknown corner of your living room, only for him to guess where it is after he's gotten his fix of you.

Thick fingers probe at your sides, pulling your shirt downwards in a silent plea, take off your shirt, give him the satisfaction that he wants, indulge into this as much as he wants you to.

But today, you're not in the mood for this. So instead of pulling your shirt off, you unbuckle your pants, pulling them down at the most dreadful speed, making him bite his lip impatiently.

You won't miss this, the way he's expecting so many things of you.

And if he notices something's wrong, he doesn't say a word, presumably content with getting what he wants; the rear view of the gap between your legs, where he can bury himself and get lost for the next thirty minutes.

"Fuck baby," he moans. "Why do you smell so good?"

You grunt, averting your gaze from his as he pushes your bangs away from your face with the back of his hand. You want to miss his puppy eyes. Ghosting him won't be easier for you if you don't.

But damn if he couldn't read you this well, things would be easier.

"Not in the mood to talk?" You look even further away to avoid the question, "babe, you can tell me if you're not well, you'll feel better if you let it out"

You don't need someone to tell you how to feel. You've decided when the two of you are going to be through. It's set and done, even if he feels at the top of the world right now, you won't inflate his ego anymore.

"M fine Eijirou, put it in," You bite his lip, putting huge effort in making him forget about what he thinks it's bothering you. "Want you to put it in m'kay?"

Sultry, fake voice, he's heard it all before and he doesn't have the right to call you out for it. Whatever he does next, you're his for the moment and for the last time.

Repeating is your rightful way of convincing yourself of not giving up on your decision. If only he could have broken up before deciding to wet himself in you, if only you hadn't taken him so eagerly, if only you hadn't become just like him. Welcoming him despite availability status, afraid to lose him, saying that a little sex wouldn't hurt. If you could do this on repeat, then you could get rid of him quite as easily.

You're not better than him and he's taken your vulnerability to him for granted. He's loved the attention you've paid him from time to time, whenever he's given you so much as a mere call.

You should pretend to moan, to hurt his ego, but as he's delving into you, slowly, mellowy, his kisses feel like burning sunshine, August breeze against your skin, kissing your shoulders lightly. It hurts that this salvation is coming from his mouth, as it moves rhythmically against every inch of you.

"Fuck, fuck, ah, you feel so good, you know that?"

You don't answer, nor do you wrap your lips around him. You don't move them against his when he goes to kiss you, but you coo into his warm embrace once his hands come to cradle you in a tight embrace.

"I love you," He slips up and you contemplate on whether you have to start hating him from this very moment. "I just wanna be with you, I—" He grunts. “—this is why you don't believe him, but nonetheless you hold a moan in as well. "Fuck, I'll break up just for you.”

Now that's a new one. A new addition to the long list of red flags you have with his name on top. You can't fall for it. You absolutely can't. If you do, he'll treat you just like this, he'll fuck behind your back and kiss you goodnight before going off to sleep with someone else. Like he's slept with you, once, twice, thrice.

And you're going to hate being the one who's fooled, despite deserving it more than anyone else. And another girl, or guy, is going to be his subject of desire.

You shouldn't want him to be yours, but you're lewding your 'I love yous' out of your mouth like they're nothing, poisoning your heart until there's nothing left but dust and sucked up blood, all devoured by the greed he's made you feel.

"You love me too?"

"I do," You cry, rocked between him and the couch, neck hurting by the way he's digging his teeth in yours.

"I'll fucking leave everything for you babe,"

He shouldn't. He won't. You tell yourself he's only saying this because he wants to come, to make you feel dirty with his actions and fish out words that make him ecstatic or send him over the edge from your mouth.

Rhythms are peaking, his hips burning from his movements, foreheads are dripping in sweat, lips taste salty against each other. The perfect picture, the most tingling sensation, and you're too fucked to go back, or keep yourself content with him. It feels the same as the last time, a numbing knot in your stomach, commanding you to rip your heart out and throw it away, spooning mewls out of your mouth.

If you could, you'd mute him, not wanting to listen to how beautiful he sounds as he's coming down from his high. If you could, you'd look away, and wouldn't try to burn the image of his body as he's falling apart in your mind.

"That was—" The sigh that leaves his chest through his mouth is liberating, you can tell—"amazing. I still love you, so much babe."

His hand soothing the pain of his thrusts, does nothing to make you feel better. You want to shove it away, but you don't, unhappy with the way you're turning out to be.

"It's time for you to go, Eijirou, isn't it?" You remind him. A hand pushing him off of you and quickly smoothing your T-shirt over your legs to deprive him of the view that'd make him wear a smug of triumph.

"So quick to get me to go. Did you find someone else again sweetheart?"

You don't reply as you're putting on your underwear and pants, shoving his shirt into him with a heavy hand.

"You did, didn't you?"

"None of your business, go off to your practice, your girl, don't patronize me anymore."

He gruffs, beautiful features scowling in that stormy gaze that reeks of his authority, "Here I am pouring my heart on you and you found someone else"

"Eijirou, it's seven thirty, if I were you, I wouldn't be late for practice. You got a game the day after tomorrow."

No more dealing with his pouting, you're going to bawl your eyes out if you have to do it. The sooner he's out of your house, the sooner you'll get this over with; the tight lamp in your throat, the image of him smiling at you like this, him admitting feelings that he shouldn't have.

Hurting him isn't the role that suits you. Because you can't do it. You can't hurt that warm sunshine he has on his face. He has to be the one to hurt you like he's been the one to drive you away. It's too late for him to change or reverse your roles.

You don't want to fight and he knows it.

He knows you, so well, well enough to use you as he wishes to, letting you believe you're using him too. You're going to make him watch you slip away, and he won't do anything about this.

So he's eager to leave as you're pushing him out of the door, he doesn't cup your cheek with his hand, and doesn't kiss your forehead tenderly like he always does.

"You should come to this party Mina is throwing, let me meet your new guy."

Like hell you'd ever do this, he knows, but teasing won't hurt a bit. Eijirou can deal with you dating other men, he's claimed you well before, he'll do it again if he has to, especially now that he's decided to have you.

"Yeah yeah, and if I do, don't ever call me again, 'kay?"

You're too good to not do as he says, or not to fall back to him, and he's too good to not come back to you. To him, you're a match made in heaven, to you, you're a lost cause, burning in the fiery pits of hell as atonement for your sins.

He doesn't know that you'll fall apart before dressing up, how you'll tell yourself you're not doing this for him, but as a statement against him.

You're no better than him, in fact, you're worse.

…

The only problem is, that when Eijirou pulls up at Mina's party after practice, you're already there. Drink in your hand, flared jeans hugging your legs, layered tank tops that cover the bruising truth of this evening, laughing at whatever your friends are saying.

When he puts out his phone, calloused fingers furiously typing a text addressed to you, you're too far gone into another glass, dancing a little dance before grabbing everyone's cups to go for a refill, greeting them in that silent way of yours, drunken smile.

And then you'll pass him by and blink at him, you'll mutter a small greeting and he'll grab you by the hand and whisper in your ear just how hard he'll take you driving the night. You'll swoon, moan, forget about the drinks and follow him anywhere he leads you.

That's how everybody knows about the two of you.

This time, though, you don't cast a single eye on him. In fact, you're tainting him, walking past him while ignoring him, leaving him awestruck and hurt, like his confessions earlier in the day meant nothing to you.

It's a hit to his heart, how your jaw drops as you bump into Bakugo over the kitchen counter, eyes too wide at the sight of him. How your finger dances playfully on his chest and as you smile at him when he whispers something in your ear.

It's infuriating how you drop the cups near the sink and follow Bakugo outside, or how the blond waves at him with a pressed smile against his lips, signaling that he'll be busy for a while.

His insides churn, tummy aching in a feeling of guilt, one unlike anything he's felt before. Losing you doesn't taste in the way he thought he would, it's worse; sour and poisoning. It makes him flee the party, furious and bitter.

When he's back, his body is heavy, feet dragging him across his apartment, mind blank as he follows his basic routine before bed time, fixated on how easy it seemed for you to just ignore him and flee with one of his friends as soon as he came over to the party he invited you to, wondering how you could be so ruthless with him all of a sudden.

Sweet talking Kirishima with a smile of gold, the sweetheart of the professional Tennis scene and you're over him in the split of a second, pushing him away from you without an explanation or heart wrenching speech. Not giving him the satisfaction of some closure, just forcing the cold tempo of your sudden departure in the depths of his heart.

He pays no mind to the girl that sleeps beside him, back turned to him like she's oceans apart, despite the unspoken bound that's keeping them together. He'll leave her, make up for all the damage that he's done, in any way that he can manage to.

It all comes down to the fact that no one can love you like he does, no one can want you like he does. Someone can do it better, but you have to want him.

5.30am [Missed Call: Red]

5.31am [Missed Calls(2): Red]

[New Message: Red]

Fuck, with Bakugo out of everyone?

Delivered: 5.31am

[New Message: Red]

Did you have sex with him?

Babe answer me.

Delivered: 5.32am

[New Message: Red]

I'm breaking up with her tomorrow morning.

And I'll come over.

Babe.

Babe please.

Delivered: 5.33am

[New Message: Red]

I'll take you on a date and we can talk about us okay babe?

Let me know when you wake up.

I love you.

So much.

Delivered: 5.38am

Read: 10.23pm

[You]

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Sorry 'Red' even if you sound like a total douche, cheeks forgot her phone at my place.

I bet on her answering your late night drama when she takes her phone back.

[Red is typing...]

Super thanks to @celestidarling for proofreading this and giving me the biggest pump of confidence to post

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