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lipstickbisous · 4 years

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plssss elaborate on chris choking you with his tie 🥵🥵

breath ⟶ chris evans

pairing: chris evans x reader

summary: he’ll show you what you do to him.

warnings: smut, daddy kink, dom!chris, degrading/dirty talk, creampie, oral (female receiving, choking, 18+ MINORS DNI

a/n: i got carried away...also it goes with this gif set! i think this might've been poorly written but oh well! thank you for the request!

the following work is my own writing. do not plagairise or copy and paste my works onto another platform. message me about credit.

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chris isn’t usually strict. he’s definitely a sweet and a gentle guy, but trust me...if you do something that’s gonna piss him off, you better understand there’ll be consequences.

let’s say it’s the after party of any sort of red carpet event. he’s taking off his suit (although he looks gorgeous in one). he’s undoing his tie and ruffling his hair because it’s been a long day and all he whats to do is treat his girl to what she deserves. that night, you looked absolutely divine in the dress you were. i mean, you were practically glowing and chris could not take his eyes off you. so when you returned to the hotel room, and you walk in to see him in just his dress shirt, pants, and that tie, whew...you’re melting.

“are you lookin’ at something, hun?” he asked with a smirk bc he fucking knows what he’s doing.

you slip off your heels and just smileeee, “not at all.”

oof that sets chris off. he does not like joking around with you like this. his hard-on is making his pants tight and he knows you can see it. he grabs your hand and puts it against his length. “you see what you do to me, baby?” he asked again, whispering right next to your ear and gently kissed it. and whew if feeling his cock through his pants wasn’t enough to make your knees melt, then idk what is. you were struggling to find the words, too busy thinking abt what he could do to you with that cock. “come on, little girl, speak up.”

he’s standing right in front of you while you’re sitting on the edge of the bed. “yes, daddy” you squirm around bc there’s a little feeling between your legs that tickles.

chris definitely notices it. “atta girl,” he slurs, drunk off of you. his fingers go the straps of your dress before sliding them off of your shoulders. “look at my beautiful sweetheart,” he cooed and later your back down on the bed once you were bare in front of him. she’s so gorgeous, and she’s gonna look even better with my cock inside her. isn’t that right?”

you nod, “yes, daddy.” it was pathetic. you could only say two words at the moment and meanwhile chris was treating you like a queen. i mean, he’s dragging down your panties--white lace, mind you--and when he smells it, he lets out the most animalistic groan. and that makes you even more wet and chris is reveling in it.

“god, baby, you’re always so wet for me,” he mumbles and puts his hand underneath your back. “turn around on your tummy for me, sweetheart.”

chris didn’t have to tell you twice. you sit sat yourself on your stomach, knees close to your chest, and your ass in the air--just the way he likes it. your cunt is literally spread open for him to look out, and even though the lighting in the room is really dim, girl, you’re glistening in front of him. that’s enough to make him nut in his pants. meanwhile, he’s on his knees at the end of the bed, sliding off the tie from his shirt, setting it next to him for later.

“now,” he whispered, and when you felt breath against your folds you realized he’s only like inches away from you. (can u imagine omg) “you’re gonna behave for your daddy, right?” you didn’t even expect yourself to but jesus christ you whimper out a yes. “good girl,” this man chuckles that out from the depths of his chest. you’re expecting like another question or for him to at least tease you, but nopeeeee he latches his mouth to your core and immediately starts licking through your slit.

it’s an awkward position to try and grab his hair so your hands are moving all over the sheets, practically pulling the bedding apart. and you know what chris does? he laughs when he sees how he’s making you feel. and that sends vibrations straight through your body. your knees are about to collapse when he tightens his lips around your clit. you’re trying so hard to not scream because you’re not at home and there are people next door. “come on, baby, i wanna hear something,” he mutters while sticking his tongue inside your hole and that’s enough to make u burst. “i wanna hear how good your daddy makes you feel, okay?”

you finally let out a loud wave of noise but you’re still too scared to make too much sound. “oh, fuck,” you sob when his thumb makes contact with your clit. the stimulation is overwhelming and your legs are shaking all by themselves--chris thinks it’s adorable. the only free hand he has left grabs the tie he had set right next to him. he breaks contact with your pearl--you whine at that, and in return, a pinch to your leg with a “what do i say about whining”--and he wraps the tie around his fist. before he can bring you over the edge, he stops and kisses your inner thigh. your eyes are squeezed shut, but you hear a zipping sound and the clatter of a belt. there’s a soft clump of something on the carpeted floor and then you feel chris drag his tip through your slit.

he groans, “my baby, always so perfect for her daddy,” without any sort of warning, he shoves--and y’all know what i mean when i say SHOVES--it inside your hole. “god, i’m just stretching you open, aren’t i?” he immediately sets a rough pace and the speed has his skin slapping against your rapidly. “i make you feel so good, don’t i, little girl? tell me, baby, how good do i make you feel?”

you try to sit yourself up at least on your elbows because he’s making you crumble, but instead of balancing yourself, you scream when he opens you wide enough to touch your cervix. you’re speaking jibberish-- “mhm, fuck, daddy...it’s so big, i- fuck!”--literally incoherent noises that strokes chris’ ego. he takes the tie around his fist and wraps it around your neck, squeezing his palm and watching your eyes burst open. now, you’re stumbling over your own words and trying to find some sort of air supply, but chris is cutting off everything. “is this what i do to you? i fuck you, dumb, don’t i?”

then, he pulls you up by the tie high enough that you don’t have to depend on your arms for support anymore. your vision is turning fuzzy and you start seeing little specks. you manage to mutter out a choked, “so...good.”

“i know it is, sweetheart,” he furrows his brows because no matter how many times he pounds into you, you’re always so tight. “fuck, your pussy’s so good to me. always making me feel so good, always so tight. you love my cock so much, don’t you, baby? you love it so much you just need to make it feel good, right?” you nod (again, pathetically) and turn your head to look at him.

his hair that was neatly combed was now ruffled and an absolute mess. there was sweat running down his forehead, and his lower lip was gently twitching. he didn’t look back at you--no, chris’ attention was focused on watching his cock sink into your hole, only to pull it back out and shove it back in. and he doesn’t let go of the tie. he’s keeping you up there, breaking any sort of contact you had with oxygen. “my dumb fucking baby. doesn’t even know how to speak,” he laughs and it destroys you. “that’s how good i fuck her.”

your hands are grabbing at nothing and you’re an absolute mess. the core inside of you is tightening with every thrust chris takes and you’re trying to hold it in as much as you can. “i can feel that, sweetheart,” he tightens the tie. “do you really think i’m stupid?” he spits onto your cheek. “i can feel you around me, baby, i’ve fucked this pussy so many times. i know when you’re about to cum, and sweetheart, i’m about to cum too. i’m gonna fill up your fucking pussy, all the way up, and you’re gonna keep it inside you, alright?” you nod, but you start to claw the restraint around your neck. “i don’t think so, little girl.”

you can’t see anything now, just blindly trying to remove the tie and move your hips toward chris but he’s got them frozen with just one hand. “come on, baby, i know how good it feels,” you moan louder than before. you’re a hot mess now, blubbering without any supply of air, eyes squeezed shut, hot tears running down your cheeks. it’s a sight. “just cum for me. cum for your daddy, be a good girl.”

with a muffled scream, you let go and release everything you have onto his cock. it’s still drilling inside you and touching the spot inside you that makes you absolutely wild. his grip on the tie just barely loosens. “fuck, sweetheart, you’re makin’ me feel so good,” he sort of cries, and you clench yourself around. he laughs--deeply. “this beautiful cunt is all mine. i’m gonna fill it up with my cum, put a fucking baby inside you--” he stutters before he can finish his sentence and there’s a warm heat releasing inside you. just by feeling his strings of cum mark up your walls, you melt into the mattress.

chris stays like that for as long as he can. he’s holding it inside you with the rest of the strength he has, and when his cock finally softens he pulls it out. there’s a deep groan that echoes through the room when he sees his cum start to drip out of your hole. “oh baby,” he coos, spreading it open and watching the rest spill. “what a good girl. my good girl.” chris places a quick kiss on your folds and leaves the rest of both your clothing on the floor.

ya idk how to end this they kiss, go to sleep and whatever. @cno92 @honeysucklesteve @inactivewhore what do we think

#chris evans #chris evans smut #chris evans x reader #esme answers #asks

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amerrierworld · 3 years

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Take the Silence Away

for the request: Lou Miller helping fem!reader with her depression

Summary: You thought you’d be home alone to deal with your feelings, so when Lou arrives, you’re worried you’ve screwed up entirely.

Characters: Lou x fem!reader

Word Count: 1.4k

Warnings: mention of depresssssionnnnn, mental health issues, general sadness and whatnot, self-degrading talk

Nobody ever talks about when the lowest points hit on the brightest days. But you were getting quite acquainted with the concept.

The windows were open, you could hear car honks and children laughing. The sun was shining directly on your face. There was a smell of spring in the air and you should have felt absolutely fine. The day could not have looked more perfect if you looked outside.

But Lou was forced to cancel your lunch date, and somehow that had you crumbling where you stood. You couldn’t remember the reason; it didn’t matter. She wasn’t coming today. You knew she didn’t have a choice, and weren’t mad at her. You were mad at yourself, for reacting the way you did.

Wearing your cutest, most attractive dress, hair done up and makeup flawless. You really should go and change. But you couldn’t get up out of the bed that you had collapsed in when you had finished your phone call.

Was it really all that bad? No, seemingly not so. But your brain didn’t quite agree with that.

Tears had smeared your mascara half an hour ago. An hour before that your hair had slipped from its stylings. You had been starving for lunch with Lou, but you hadn’t budged to eat at all since.

Were you weak? Weak for getting so despaired when one good thing fell out of place? Was there something else you should have been paying attention to?

It didn’t matter, you decided. Nothing mattered, right? Nothing but numbness. It was something you were accustomed to.

There were birds chirping close to your window, and it made you turn your head only slightly, but you were too late to see what birds. You caught a wing flapping before they disappeared, and sighed in exhaustion. Missed that too.

You don’t know how long you stayed in bed like that. Did the phone ring? The front door? You didn’t notice if it did.

Your eyelashes felt crusty from the dried tears and makeup and it irritated your skin. You aggressively rubbed your eye until it was sore and blurry, and your fingers came away with smudged makeup. Oh right, you were wearing makeup.

The ceiling really wasn’t that entertaining. Maybe you should get out of bed, put on your pj’s and just crawl back in bed. Or sleep in the bathtub- the couch? Heck, the floor would be just fine. You deserved it, you were sure..

The sound of the front door opening caught you by surprise, but you didn’t budge. An intruder? Good. Let them take what they want, you couldn’t be bothered anyway-

“Guess who?” a voice called out.

Your head shot up. You tensed your body like you wanted to leap out of bed at the sound of Lou’s voice- oh it would be nice to see her, right?

But no, you looked like a mess. Fuck. There were footsteps approaching, she always knew where to find you. You wouldn’t have time to fix yourself, not this time.

You sat up and rubbed a little harder at your eyes, knowing it wouldn’t do anything to hide the puffiness and smeared eyeshadow. Fuck fuck fuck fuck. You didn’t want her to see you like this-

The door creaked open and you rushed to sit, perched on the edge of the bed, forcing a smile.

“Guess who got us dinner?” Lou was grinning, holding a few plastic bags. You could smell the takeout where you were sitting, and your stomach grumbled.

The sight of her made your heart burst. She looked impeccable- her hair swept by the wind, looking rosy-cheeked from the bike ride. Her shoes were off, and she was wearing a pair of ugly, disgustingly coloured socks. Socks you recognized that you bought her as a joke, because it never would have gone with her fashion sense, but that she wore anyways. You felt yourself choke up.

“Hey, baby. Everything all right?” her voice was riddled with concern, and your stomach dropped with dread. You hated making others worried, hated to see them sad, hated-

“Yup. I- uh, fell asleep,” you said. “Guess it was a good idea to cancel lunch.”

You let out a huff of dry laughter, but Lou wasn’t having any of it. She put the takeout bags on the ground, and disappeared into the closet. You sat there, startled for a moment, and wondering what she was doing.

She came out in a fuzzy cow-print onesie, and had another zebra-print onesie in hand. There was a clear intention in her eyes, and you would’ve ran out the room if you had had the energy.

“You are not making me wear that,” you laughed incredulously. They were kept in the back because neither of you ever wore them, until now. Her eyebrow raised and with lightning speed, she was on top of you, making you shriek.

“Lou! Lou, oh my god, what are you-” you burst out in a fit of giggles as she tickled your sides, flailing your limbs. She managed to worm the bottom half of the onesie onto your body. You wheezed with laughter, out of breath.

“Okay, okay okay.” You finally relented, letting her take off your dress and zip up the cozy onesie all the way. She tugged the hood over your head, letting your zebra ears flop and you rolled your eyes, smiling.

Then she leapt off the bed and grabbed the take out. She precariously balanced it on the bed before sitting on it, and tugging you to sit in her lap, legs intertwined.

Without another word, she kept you in that position as she passed you your takeout box, the familiar, amazing smell of your favourite meal making you light up. She rubbed a hand along your leg without another word as you dug in, realizing how hungry you were, and that Lou somehow had managed to order the one thing that got you eating.

You ate in silence for a little while, sitting in Lou’s lap in your cozy outfits. Though it was quiet, there was calm, and you actually found it quite relaxing.

“Do you wanna talk about anything?” Lou eventually asked, mouth full of food. You stilled, looking down at your plate. Your fingers began trembling a bit.

“I-” You hesitated. But then, Lou’s hand wrapped around yours and she squeezed firmly.

So you let it all out. Your stresses, your fears, your numbness. Halfway through, Lou was blinking back tears, and so were you. When you could no longer form coherent words and were choking out sobs and half syllables, Lou wrapped her arms around you tightly and tugged you close. Eventually she slowly fell back onto the mattress, with you holding on like a small koala bear.

“If you’re worried that now you’ve scared me off, don’t be,” she eventually said, once you sobs had subsided somewhat. “I’m not going anywhere.”

Your throat was hoarse and dried up, and you buried your nose in her neck. “You have every reason to leave me.”

“That’s not true.”

She nudged you until you pulled back to look her in the eyes. “I have every reason to stay. If you’ll let me. And talk to me about things, when they get bad?”

You could have saved both of you from so much turmoil right at this moment. Now that she knew, you could send her away with a good reason; that your emotions were not up to par, that she didn’t deserve this.

But your heart ached with love. And you wanted her so desperately, in every way. Even when you were numb, Lou was a sweet, calming reminder of everything you needed to go after when things got dark.

And you nodded, promising something you never thought you had the strength to do. To be open with someone. Lou smiled, kissed your cheek, and pulled you even tighter. Your full belly and exhausted tears easily sent you into a deep sleep, with her rubbing your back and keeping you warm.

A/N: brb crying

@ the anon who asked for this i hope everything is going alright in your life, i hope this helps, i hope you will find ways to help yourself and realize how worthy you are to enjoy this wonderful thing called fuckin’ LIFE <3 (and that goes for alllll of you who are reading this too okay)

#lou miller #lou x reader #lou x you #lou #ocean's eight #oceans 8 #ocean's 8 #cate blanchett #cate blanchett x reader #lou miller x reader #reader insert #merry writes #wlw

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sunshineseung · 4 years

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Journal Part 5 // Jeongin

🍄 | genre: smut ☁️ | pairing: Yang Jeongin x female!reader 🌿 | wc: 4.6k 🌸 | includes: milf!reader x babysitter!college student!jeongin, “mommy/ma’am”, embarrassment, smut within smut [blindfolding, free use, grinding, begging, choking, spanking, degradation], mutual masturbation, orgasm control, punishment, impact play (w/ riding crop), establishing a safe word, PIV (missionary), creampie, aftercare, teasing/flirting, plot plot plot !!!

note: this story does not take place during a pandemic, so keep that in mind with later scenes :) keep social distancing you dorks !!!

🌊 | One | Two | Three | Four | Five | Six | Finale |

Jeongin’s head is on your lap as you run your hand through his hair, both of you sitting calmly on the couch. The TV isn’t on; you’re just appreciating each other’s company. Jeongin can’t fully sit on his ass right now for reasons that are apparent to both of you, but he’s happy laying down on your pillowy thighs.

“So, Jeonginnie, can I read your journal now?” Jeongin’s face heats up, his eyes darting over to the bag he brought with only his journal in it. “Go get it, baby. I want to see what you’ve been thinking about.”

Jeongin painfully stands up and hobbles over to the bag, taking out his journal and putting it safely in your hands. You flip through the pages until you don’t recognize the writings while Jeongin settles back down on your thighs.

“Jeez, baby. This is so filthy. You’re so much more perverted than I could have imagined.” You laugh as Jeongin whines and hides his face in your thighs. He shivers as you run your hand down his back, your nails scratching him.

He flips his body around, looking up at you. “What part are you even reading?”

“Oh, should I just read this out loud?” He’s beet red as you clear your throat to begin reading his journal like a bedtime story.

“Mommy, this is embarrassing~”

“I want to be blindfolded and bound, unable to move my body as mommy uses me for her own pleasure. I’d let her do anything to me. My body is all hers-”

“Mommy! Stop!” Jeongin’s voice is high and whiny, kicking his legs like a toddler throwing a tantrum. You grab his hair and pull him off of your thighs, practically tossing him to the other side of the couch. His eyes are glued to you as you stand up and take off your pants and underwear, sitting back down and spreading your legs towards Jeongin. Your hand goes down to your cunt, running your digits through your folds before rubbing your clit while you keep your eyes on the journal.

“Y/n grinds herself against my cock, getting her sweet juices all over my needy dick. ‘Mommy,’ I whine, ‘please fuck me senseless.’ She laughs, loving the feeling of fucking me dumb without even taking my cock inside her. Her hand goes around my neck, choking me just enough to make my vision fuzzy. All I can see are her beautiful, soft tits bouncing as she rides me.”

Jeongin watches how you touch yourself, your hips bucking into your hand as your wetness drips onto your legs and the couch. You can clearly see Jeongin’s hard cock, him only wearing one of your tee shirts. His hand goes to his cock, hesitating before gripping the tip gently and playing with the most sensitive part of his cock.

“Jeongin, no touching yourself!” Your hand speeds up on your clit, your eyes boring holes into Jeongin’s form. He doesn’t move his hand away, continuing his jerking motions on his veiny cock. “Jeongin! Do you want to get punished?”

“I-I can’t help it, mommy.” He speeds up with you, both of you nearing your highs sooner than expected. You both masturbate as you watch each other, taking in the view, knowing fully that the other is thinking about them.

“If you’re so needy, then cum. Cum all over yourself.” Your hand goes down from your clit to finger yourself, easily taking in three fingers. Jeongin loves watching your cunt stretch, imagining that it was his cock rather than your fingers.

His eyes squint shut as he cums, getting his load onto his legs, your shirt, and the couch. When he comes back to Earth, you’re staring at the pages of his journal while still fingering yourself, you getting close to your own orgasm after watching Jeongin go through his.

“Her hand reels back as she harshly slaps my ass with her paddle, degrading me over and over again like the bad boy I am. ‘Such a fucking slut, baby. Slutty little ass loves being hit, doesn’t it?’ I can’t respond, the gag in my mouth refusing to let me speak, but my desperate groans are all the response she needs.”

Jeongin lunges forward, his face sitting right over your cunt. You tear your fingers out of your cunt, the wet digits weaving into Jeongin’s hair and pulling his mouth to your pussy. He laps at your folds, tasting you so well, bringing you up to your high.

“Good boy,” you moan as your legs shake, your hand pulling at Jeongin’s hair. He sucks on your clit, taking in all of your sweet release. He smiles against your cunt, your chest raising and lowering with each heavy breath. “Jeonginnie?”

“Yes mommy?” He licks your wetness off of his lips, savoring the taste of your pussy. You pull him up into a hug, his face landing right between your tits. He hugs you back at your waist, loving how warm your chest is.

“You know you have to be punished now, right?” You pet down his back, pulling your stained shirt over his ass and squeezing at the muscle. He leans his hips back into your hand, loving having your hands all over him.

“Be as rough as you want.” Jeongin raises his head to see you, a smile wide on his face. “I’ll be your good little toy from now on, ma’am.”

“Alright, sweetheart.” You kiss the top of his head, gently pushing him off of your chest and back onto his feet. “Go to my room and get undressed. I want you on all fours when I get back, understood?”

“Yes ma’am!” Jeongin runs to your room, tearing his shirt off on the way down the hall. You laugh at his eagerness as you look back at his journal, cringing once you remember that Lee Minho has read at least part of it. Your heart aches, your indescribable feelings for Jeongin warming your heart while your brain reminds you how wrong this relationship is.

No matter how you feel, Jeongin is obediently waiting for you on your bed, ass up, ready for anything you’ll do to him. You push your conflicting feelings aside and grab his journal before heading into your bedroom, seeing Jeongin’s pale figure spread out on your bed, his cock dangling between his legs.

“What’s the safe word this time, Jeongin?”

“... Apple.”

“It’s always food with you, isn’t it?” You both laugh, tension breaking for a moment before Jeongin hears you open a drawer on your dresser, hopefully where you keep your sex toys since it’s the same drawer you opened to take out the strap. “I bought all these new toys this week just to try with you. I can’t wait to break them in.”

Jeongin’s arms are shaking, not from holding up his weight, but from anticipation of what you’re about to do to him. He sees you approach him in his peripheral vision, his eyes suddenly being covered by a soft, silk material. If he wasn’t hard already, he certainly was now. You go back to the drawer, and he hears you shuffle something around to get to what you wanted.

“Let’s see how well you take this, baby.” You hit the bed with the riding crop, teasing Jeongin with the sound of the hit. The end of the crop rides up the back of his thighs to his ass, rubbing against his skin before leaving briefly to return with a harsh thwack. Jeongin moans, whimpering something that vaguely sounds like ‘mommy’.

You feel so powerful. After the week you just had, getting yelled at by your managers at every turn and getting scolded by your boss, this is exactly what you wanted: to be in control. Seeing this poor little boy naked and cowering before you on his hands and knees makes your ego soar, a smirk never leaving your face as you lay hit after hit on his bright red ass.

“You’re enjoying this too much, slut.” You run the riding crop down Jeongin’s hard cock, lightly tapping his tip at the end. He whines, dripping precum onto your sheets. “Absolutely pathetic.”

Jeongin shakes his ass in the air, smiling while his face is away from you. He bites down on his lip as you spank him with the crop again, reveling in the reactions from his body.

“Five more spanks, alright?” Jeongin nods his head wildly, desperately waiting for another hit. You reel your arm back, hitting him extra hard with the leather of the crop. He groans louder than he has since you started, his cock twitching, aching for any attention. Another hit and his cock leaks precum out of the tip, dripping lightly onto the sheets below him.

“Countdown from three.” Jeongin inhales calmly, collecting himself so he can form a coherent word. You spank his ass, the leather creating a loud smack in the room.

“Three.” Jeongin lowers his head towards the bed, all of the spanking starting to get to him. His ass was bright and bruised, his legs were shaking, and his back was arched as you lay another spank on him. “T-two.”

“One more, sweetheart.” You rub your hand over his ass, calming the skin before landing the last hit, the hardest of them all. You aim right for his hole, the loud sound from the impact practically making your ears ring.

“Thank you, mommy.” You keep rubbing his ass as he collapses onto the bed, laying flat on his stomach and breathing heavily. He’s smiling lightly, his headspace still being clouded by lust and love. “Did I do good?”

“Yes, baby boy. You did very well.” You kiss the back of his head, petting his hair wildly and making it stick up in all directions. You both giggle, you hugging his back as you fall next to him. “What do you want as your reward?”

“I get to choose?” All of a sudden, Jeongin gets flustered, ears turning redder than his ass. You nod, continuing to comb your fingers through his hair. He takes your offer and thinks this through thoroughly. “Can I… fuck you?”

“Sure, cutie. Missionary?” He nods like you had seconds ago, allowing you to lay on your back and spread your legs, softly touching your folds with two fingers. He drools at the sight, your pussy all for him. As much as he wants to eat you out, he also wants to fuck you for the first time himself. “You got it, Jeonginnie?”

“I got it mommy, don’t worry!” He really sounded like a giddy child despite getting ready to slip his cock into you. You let yourself relax, breathing in through the nose and out through the mouth. You felt like you were on vacation with a little college boy between your legs, sweating his hair off because he was worried he couldn’t pleasure you like you’ve pleasured him. Although he told you not to worry, he was worrying. Heavily. “Y/n?”

“Yes?” You look up at him, the nerves clear on his face. He pouts at you, and you brightly smile back, pulling him down to you in a hug. His chest is flush against yours, his hands awkwardly maneuvering behind you to complete the hug. “I got you, baby. Take your time.”

“I’m gonna put it in now, okay?” You kiss his forehead and nod, one of his hands slipping out from under you and going to his hard cock to line him up with your entrance. Although he’s been inside you before, this was the first time he was fucking you, and he just wanted it to be the best experience possible, although you honestly didn’t care if you got off as long as Jeongin was happy.

His tip breaks into your hole, pulsing against your walls as he bottoms out. You continue to hold him close, his head warm between your tits. With your boobs in his face and his cock inside your cunt, Jeongin could have sworn he was in heaven. He starts thrusting into you, his hips slamming slowly into yours as he fucks you deep. His grunts and groans were soft, but very welcomed to your ears. Although you didn’t want to moan just so you could hear him better, you let out a few whines to let him know you’re enjoying it.

“You feel so good, my little prince.” He kisses your chest as your praise, already becoming a little rougher with his movements. His cock hits your sweet spot, forcing your legs to shake from around him. “S-so fucking good.”

Your phone rings from the nightstand, something you never should have put next to you to begin with. Before you can see who’s calling, Jeongin reaches over and grabs the phone, answering it while still fucking into your tight cunt.

“Sorry. Y/n can’t come to the phone right now. She’s busy getting fucked by Yang Jeongin.” And with that, he hangs up the call and tosses the phone back onto the nightstand. You can’t totally comprehend what that call was or who was on the other end given they’re currently a horny teenage boy, as he said, fucking you. All you do is relax again and let Jeongin take you wherever he wants to take you.

Jeongin starts to get uncoordinated, his thrusts becoming unsteady in their pace. He feels the familiar warm feeling in his belly, his orgasm on its edge. He wants to hold out for you, he really does, but he just can’t. You feel too good.

“Mommy,” Jeongin whines, “can I cum?”

“You want to cum inside me, pretty boy?” You pet his hair, feeling slightly close but not nearly to the point of Jeongin. With a kiss to the top of his head, you get close to his ear and whisper, “fill me with your cum, sweetheart. Don’t be shy.”

He moans quietly against your chest, soon turning into a high-pitched whine of your name as he releases inside you. Your name can’t stop escaping from his lips as he comes down from his high, feeling you rubbing his back the whole way.

“I’m sorry, mommy. I didn’t make you-” before he could finish his sentence, you cut him off with a kiss to his lips. His cock is still nestled inside you, softening and slowly slipping out. His cum seeps out of your hole, going down to the bedsheets in a small pool under you. You pull away from the kiss as he fully pulls out of you, leaving you feeling empty as before. You cup both of his cheeks with your hands and pull him up to your face just so you can admire him.

“I don’t care that I didn’t cum, Jeongin. Sex isn’t just about your orgasm.” You peck his lips, his eyes glowing as they look into yours with pure endearment and love. “I enjoyed my time with you. Isn’t that enough?”

“That’s enough, mommy. Thank you.” He returns the peck on your lips, diving his head down into your neck to cuddle. You laugh at his cuteness, holding him in a snug hug. “Sorry for answering that call.”

“Who was it?” Now with your mind fully, or at least mostly, intact, you know it was Minho calling you back. He always calls you back if he didn’t get the last word.

“It was your ex-husband. I didn’t want you to have to hear him again after he made you so mad earlier.” Jeongin frowns against your neck, kissing your shoulder. You just pet his back and let the silence overtake you. The silence was much better than talking about your ex with Jeongin again. “I love you, Y/n.”

“I love you too, Jeonginnie.” Everytime you say that, Jeongin swears he can feel a fairy get it’s wings. His heart flutters, butterflies fill his stomach, he can’t feel his face. For a brief moment, you’re his entire world.

With your heartbeats in sync, you and Jeongin drift off to sleep, taking a short nap before Jeongin had to go home. You hate to admit it, but aside from your two daughters, Jeongin is the best thing you have in your life. Work is a drag, and your coworkers are just that, coworkers. The closest thing you have to a friend is a college boy who’s practically half your age.

You can’t let these thoughts consume you. For now, you get to sleep with a cute naked boy on your body acting as a weighted blanket.

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“So, you want to be switched out of Professor Lee’s class?” Jeongin’s guidance counselor paced back and forth in the tight office space. Jeongin nodded, his bookbag still on his back in case of an easy exit. “Why do you want to be switched out? You seem to be doing well up until very recently.”

“Uhm,” Jeongin fidgeted with the hem of his hoodie, “personal reasons outside of class.”

“Oh, care to elaborate?” His counselor sits at his desk, opening another window and readying his fingers on the old keyboard.

“I don’t want to talk about it anymore. It isn’t my place to talk about.” Jeongin’s leg is hopping up and down, his body unable to stay still in the cramped office. “Can you just switch my class to another teacher?”

“Of course. I’ll need you to get in touch with Professor Lee to see which other professor might be the best fit to continue your curriculum.”

Jeongin gulps, nervous to see Minho after the hellish class he had to sit through today.

“Does that mean I can leave?”

“Yes, you can leave.”

“Thank you Mr. Bang!” Jeongin darts out of the office back to Minho’s class, desperately wanting to get out of this situation as soon as possible. He meekly walks into the class, Lee Minho sitting at his desk in the front of the room grading papers. Before Jeongin can speak, Minho stares him down and rolls his eyes.

“Back so soon?” Minho raises an eyebrow, expecting never to see Jeongin again. “Or do you need tips on how to make Y/n cum?”

“What professor should I switch to from your class?” Right to the point. Jeongin wasn’t here to play games. Minho laughs, realizing the reason for Jeongin’s responsiveness was because he was switching out of his class.

“Aw, but you can’t leave my class. We have so much in common!” Minho gets up from his desk and throws his arm over Jeongin, the whole action feeling sarcastic in nature. Jeongin cringes, hating the feeling of Minho touching him. “We should go get drinks, kid. We have so much to talk about.”

“I don’t want to talk to you!” The younger nudges his professor’s arm off of him, raising his voice to his superior. “Just tell me who to switch to.”

“You know you also need my signature, right?” Minho is the Devil. Jeongin is convinced that Minho is the Devil. To make Minho sign a paper is to make a deal with the Devil. A risky business practice, but a necessary one if Jeongin hopes to survive the semester. “Come get a drink with me and I’ll let you switch out of my class.”

“Fine. But only because I want to leave.” Jeongin huffs and crosses his arms, avoiding eye contact at all costs with Lee Minho. “What time?”

“I’ll pick you up at 8pm. Dress nice. I’m paying.” Minho winks, throwing up a finger gun at his student. Jeongin’s the one to roll his eyes this time, turning around and leaving without another word.

Wait, how does he know where I live?

Right, right. Neighbors.

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Jeongin’s never felt such genuine heartache and mental pain as he felt in the car with Minho. Not a word was said other than a brief, cold greeting. The awkward silence in the expensive car made Jeongin cringe, unknowing how to position his body, feeling even his breath was too loud. He took quick glances at Minho’s face, clenching his fists as he’s reminded of what he did to you, how heartbroken he made you, the fact that he left you with your two kids all by yourself aside from a weekend with them once a month.

The two couldn’t have arrived any sooner for Jeongin. The bar was relatively crowded, a few empty tables and seats here and there. The patrons were having fun, or at least as much fun as they could have in such a boujee bar.

Minho leads Jeongin to the main bar upstairs with a mildly impressive view of the street lights from outside. Everything was so nice: the stools, the shelves, the decoration. It was all expensive and elegant. There’s no way any drink in this bar was a reasonable price.

“Sit down next to me. We have a lot to talk about.” Minho pulls out a chair, gesturing for Jeongin to sit before Minho takes a seat himself. He orders two glasses of wine for him and Jeongin, flirting with the man behind the bar to get a good deal.

“What’s there to talk about?” Jeongin takes a sip of his wine, the bitter, fruity taste making him wince. “And why’d you get red wine at a bar?”

“What? Kids these days don’t like red wine?” Minho takes a bigger sip, gulping it down with no issue. “And don’t act dumb, Jeongin. You seemed to love to talk to me on the phone the other day, remember?” Jeongin goes flushed, his ears turning bright red. “I feel like you have the wrong idea about me. I’m not an awful guy, you know?”

“Not an awful guy?” Jeongin could have spit out his drink if he actually liked the red wine enough to take a second sip. “You cheated on Y/n and left her with your two kids. You left them with no money. To me, you’re an awful guy.”

“Oh, is that what she told you?” Minho’s voice shakes a little, hearing Y/n’s side of the story from someone else making him rethink for a moment. “That’s not entirely wrong, but that’s not entirely true either.”

“What’s not true about it?” Jeongin can’t even look in Minho’s eyes. He just keeps his gaze at the wall of drinks behind the bar. Minho collects his thoughts, thinking thoroughly about what he’s about to say to defend himself.

“First of all, I never actually cheated on my wife. She jumped the gun and thought texts from a coworker were sexts, alright? I would never do that.” Minho takes another sip of wine, waiting to see if Jeongin would respond. Jeongin doesn’t even emote at all, keeping his cold stare away from his professor. “I was just talking to her as a friend. There was nothing going on between us.”

“Then who are you dating right now? Don’t you have a girlfriend?” Jeongin finally looks at Minho, head cocked to the side as if he was an investigative reporter getting his newest scoop. Every word that came out of Minho’s mouth was going to be reported back to you, and they both knew that.

“Oh, we broke up last night after I dropped off the girls.” Minho laughs at himself, feeling down at the mention of his new ex. “She just walked out, and I don’t think she’s coming back.”

Silence falls over the two men, Jeongin not knowing how to comfort this grown ass man. Minho puts his hand on Jeongin’s shoulder, nodding to the younger boy as if they had a father-son relationship, although Jeongin was absolutely repulsed by Minho’s existence.

“I hate when you look down on me like that.” Minho drops his hand, looking confused at Jeongin as he continues to speak. “Just because I’m younger doesn’t mean you can’t respect me.”

“From what I read in your little book, you want to be disrespected.” Jeongin’s jaw drops, totally forgetting about Minho knowing about his special journal. Before the younger boy can respond, Minho covers his lips with a finger, shushing him successfully. “Do you really think I invited you here just to talk about my ex wife, Jeongin?”

“Huh?” Jeongin raises an eyebrow, catching on quickly as Minho’s finger dips down onto his bottom lip, pulling his mouth open. “Minho-”

“I haven’t had a submissive in so long.” Minho’s glare lingered on Jeongin’s lip, mentally noting how pretty his mouth looks right now. “You’d be perfect for me, baby boy.”

“Don’t fucking touch me old man.” Jeongin pushes Minho’s hand away, making sure all of his belongings were in his pockets before standing up to leave. In a familiar scene, Minho grabs his wrist and pulls Jeongin back to him, twirling him around to look him in the eyes.

“You can’t just leave me like this,” Minho looks down to his bulge in his pants, gesturing that Jeongin has to do something about it, “little prince.”

Nope. No, no, no. “Little prince” is your name for Jeongin, not Minho’s. Hearing those words leave Minho’s lips make Jeongin die inside, feeling his stomach flip in disgust. He clenches his fists, running solely on anger and adrenaline.

Jeongin snarls like a feral dog before pulling his hand out of Minho’s grasp, lunging forward to punch him in the dick. Minho hisses, quickly grabbing his crotch from the influx of pain. Jeongin smiles, feeling like he finally got his anger out in a productive way. The other people at the bar look over to the scene, Jeongin walking away from Minho who is still at the bar. Before he walks too far away, he turns around to see the pain in Minho’s eyes. “Thanks for the drinks, old man.”

Fuck that signature. If he has to, he’ll never show up to that damned class again, even if it’s still on his schedule. Not a single fuck was given as he walked to the sidewalk and called a taxi, telling the driver to go back to his home just so he could walk next door and tell you everything.

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“Let me get this straight,” you huff as you pace back and forth in front of your living room couch and Jeongin lounges back into the upholstery, “Minho hit on you, you punched him in the dick, and then you left?”

“Yup, you got it!” Jeongin’s smiling like he accomplished something, which in his mind, he did. You feel exhausted just thinking about the scenario. “Are you proud of me?”

“Jeongin,” you sigh, “please don’t interfere with my life.”

“W-what?” Jeongin feels like he could cry right now if he had it in him to cry in front of you. “What do you mean?”

“We’re sex partnerts, right? That’s the title we put on this relationship.” Jeongin nods, remembering one of his previous conversations with you. “My sex partner should not be interfering with my divorce. Do you understand?”

“But-”

“No ‘buts’, Yang Jeongin. Stay away from my ex-husband. Your job is to watch my kids and then we fuck. That’s it. I don’t want you in my life as anything else.”

Jeongin starts shaking, his world collapsing around him in an instant. He’s never felt this strong of an emotion before, or at least not about you. He nods, grabs his bag, and leaves, going back to his house and up to his room without even telling his mother that he’s home. You tried to stop him and talk to him, but he didn’t respond. He just shut off.

Message from Y/n 💗 I love you, alright? You know I love you, right?

Message from Yang Jeongin Thank you. I love you too.

Message from Y/n 💗 Sleep well ,baby. I’ll see you tomorrow.

Message from Yang Jeongin Goodnight mommy

Jeongin plugged in his phone for the night, not even cracking open his journal before going to sleep, jerking off like he has conditioned himself to do every night. It isn’t for a release, he just wants to feel something, anything, after you made him feel like that. He’d never thought he’d catch himself crying while jerking off, but he loves crying while imaging you degrading him for being such a sensitive little bitch.

I’ll be in your life, Y/n. I need to be in your life, no matter what it takes.

taglist: @milkym00n @sparklysung @starsareseen @sailorhyunjinz @gothicstay @vogueinnie @mariannaab @kayannainsworth15 (it wont let me tag you wtf hi)

#skz smut #stray kids smut #jeongin smut #i.n smut #yang jeongin smut #kpop smut

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Deja Vu

Bakugo x fem!Black!reader

Word count; 9.06k

Character count; 40.93k

Genre: Smut

Warnings; AGED UP AU! Everyone is in their 3rd . NSFW, oral (Bakugo receiving), choking, hair-pulling, fingering, vaginal sex, unprotected sex (Don't worry, you're on the pill), aftercare, swearing, light degradation.

A/n; Hello, welcome to my first FINISHED fanfiction. I have a LOT of WIPs saved but I actually finished this one a while ago. I have been really insecure about my writing but after sharing me of it with my sister and my friend, they convinced me to at least try and share it with the people of tumblr. Also, I deeply apologize for any mistakes because most of my fanfiction is written really late at night when i simply cant sleep or a good idea pops in my head so I can barely see my keyboard and my brain is fuzzy. Well, I hope you enjoy and I encourage you to request suggest anything such as headcanons, scenarios or just anything really. Again I hope you enjoy babes.

You. step inside your classroom, ready to start your journey of being a hero. Yet, you're imediantly struck by chaos. "That is extremely disrespectful Bakugo!" "Shut up, you damn extra! Not this again!" "Woah! I'm getting serious deja vu! It's like 1st year all over again!" You just stare in silence. No one pays attention to you until one person looks at you, then another. Soon, everyone is staring at you. "It's chaotic in here, huh?" You chuckle nervously. "Yeah, but it's mostly this guy's fault." A yellow-haired boy points to someone sitting weirdly. "Yeah right! Shut up!" The ash-blonde-haired boy yells. After, his crimson eyes stare at you, piercing your soul. "Well, lookin' forward to this year." You laugh. A cotton-candy girl comes up to you and wraps an arm around your shoulder. "Yep! A lot of stuff happens, but it's really fun nonetheless!" She exlaims enthusiastically. "So, you're the new kid?" She points for your answer. "I'm (Y/n)! I look forward to this year with you." You wave to everyone. Suddenly, your smile falls and your face goes dead-serious. Everyone's expression melts into concern and nervousness. "Now, everyone tell me your names from seating order, from the back left corner to the front right corner!" You command. Surprisingly, everyone obey's, telling you their name. Well, except for 1 person. "I don't have to tell you shit." The same ash-blonde boy states. "I'm surprised everyone else did tell me. Haha! I was totally playing!" You laugh. You walk over to the boy. "Hey, you got spunk. What is your name?" You ask. Crimson eyes soften a little at the surprise, but they quickly turn cold again. "What are you, deaf? I said, I'm not speaking, extra." He huffs. A spiky red-haired boy puts a hand on your back. "He's Bakugo Katsuki. Don't mind him, he's a little hot-headed." He chuckles nervously. "Don't speak for me!" Bakugo yells. "I gotta say, your mom must be psycic or something. Your name totally matches your personality." You scoff. "You just got here. Enlighten me, what do you think my personality is?" He grins smugly. You scoff again, matching his grin. "Well, when you act like that, it's easy to tell, so don't get cocky. You're obviously really strong, which is why you have the right to brag and show off and all of that." You explain. "Are you insulting him or praising him?" Denki says. "Why can't it be both? Praise and respect for being like this, but at the same time, damn bro." you sit down in the nearest chair, which conveniently is your assigned seat. He scoffs and looks away. "What do you know." He mumbles. You cup your face in your hand to look at him. "Aw, don't get grumpy. I'll feel bad." You fake-whine. "I'm not grumpy! And even if I was, if that were to be enough to make you feel bad, maybe you shouldn't be a hero!" He yells. "Hm. You do know that I was joking right? Well, for the most part anyways. I would feel bad, but if this was a real life situation, trust me. I wouldn't feel nearly bad enough to disobey something for you. So don't worry, ya got nothin' to worry about." You pull your bottom eyelid down teasingly. "Shut the hell up." He grumbles. You comply, as the homeroom teacher comes into the class. You cross your legs into the chair, and you see Iida eyeing you from across the room. His eyes shift to beside you, where you see Bakugo doing the exact same thing. His eyes dart to you, as you quickly undo your feet and rest your head on your chair and let out a heavy sigh. "You do that too?" You look at him. "Copycat." He mutters. "Am not. I always sit like this." You whisper-yell. "Yeah right. You tryna be some kinda wannabe rebel or something?" He chuckles. "Rebel? Now, you just pulled that out your ass, didn't ya?" You ask. "No. You're clearly tryna be disrespectful. It's not a good look for you." He smirks. "Doin' this is disrespectful? Since when? It's always been cute to me." You huff. "Are you forein or something, or are you just a dumbass?" He turns his head to you. "Not exactly foreign, but I spent a generous amount of my life in America. I did this all the time there,

it's not counted as disrespectful, in fact people find it rather cute, so what's your excuse?" You put your hand down. He looks away from you. "Thought so, wannabe rebel." You chuckle. The rest of class is normal, and soon enough, the school lunch bell rings. "Hey, mr teach?" You raise your hand while everyone leaves. Well, except for Bakugo, Mina, Kirishima, and Denki because they were being disrespectful and talking during the lesson. You were wondering why Bakugo was caught and not you. For punishment, the disrespectful students had to pack up chairs and sweep the classroom. "Yes, (L/n)?" The teacher responds. "In a normal highschool, we're allowed to leave campus during lunch. Does that apply here?" You ask, looking around. "Yes, you're allowed to leave at any time as long as you fill out a leave campus paper. They're in the teacher's lounge." He points to the door "Go left, at the first turn, turn left, and 3rd door on your right." he explains. "I don't know if i'm leaving, I was just askin'." You say. "Hm, I dunno. Hm." You put a finger to your chin in thoght. "Hey! I'm heling you guys now!" You point to Bakugo, Mina, Denki, and Kirishima. They all give you s confused look. "What? Why would you wanna do this?" Kirishima asks. "Maybe she's a bit weird in the head. Hehe, our first crazy person. Just the icing on the cake, huh?" Denki jokes. "I'm not crazy, just bored." You pick up a broom. "Yeah, I think she's a bit crazy." Mina whispers. "Heard that." You roll your eyes. "Why're you bein' so quiet, wannabe rebel?" You cock an eyebrow. "Don't call me that!" He yells while raising his fist. "You called me that first." you scoff. "Exactly my point. Who calls someone something they called them first?" He says. "Hm, maybe I can be a trendsetter." You give him a smug smile before sweeping some of the dirt on the floor. Suddenly, Bakugo starts yelling. "You idiots! You're doing this all wrong!" He screams. He points to Denki. "Where the hell are you sweeping, the wall!?" He points to Kirishima "Stop staring into space!" He points to Mina. "And you're not doing anything! When was this a time for music!?" Mina was drumming her hands on a desk while humming. He pointed to you. "And you're-" He stops midsentence. You lean on your broom. "Go on, what am I doing?" Your face looks serious, but he can tell you're fighting your smile. The corners of your mouth twitch as his cheeks turn a very subtle pink, but you picked it up. "Mhm. too bad for you, I don't get caught lacking." You say sing-songy. "Y'know, if you're so serious about cleaning this place, why don't you do it?" Denki suggests. "Well, you're all punished, so I don't think ya'll can just leave." You laugh. "Maybe we can if someone takes over our spots. Ah? Ah?" Denki nudges your shoulder. "Maybe you're right.." Denki's eyes light up, and everyone looks to you. "It would be faster if you were gone, pea-brain." You sneer. "I mean, I'm happy you'd let me leave, but c'mon! Pea-brain?" You laugh, along with Mina and Kirishima. "How mean!" Kirishima says through fighting snickers. "Haha! It's totally true though!" Mina, on the other hand is guffawing and holding her sides. "Your grades are jsut as bad!" Bakugo yells. "Dang, am I just surrounded by idiots? Studying isn't really that hard." You shrug. "Oh please! How good are your grade!?" She points and huffs. "Me? Eh, not half bad if I do say so myself. Usually above average, but math and history is always a struggle. But at least I can manage to have an A average." You shrug. "A...average!?" Mina dramatically throws herself back. "Yeah. If you guys put some sort of effort into your grades, you'd be the same way." You explain. "Shut up, we need to get this done and over with, you trying to keep us here all day and night!?" Bakugo yells. "My thoughts exactly. Great minds think alike I guess." you roll your eyes and begin sweeping again, glaring at Denki and taking his broom. "Hey!" He says, at your snatch. "Honestly, at this point you're just stalling." "Do something useful for once." Bakugo adds. "Jeez, when did you

become so mean?" He walks away. "I became mean when someone pissed me off." You reply. "What did I do?" He raises his voice a little. "Not much, I don't even really know why I'm kinda pissed at you. Maybe it's your piss hair." Mina points and laughs again. "Everyone here is mean to me." He whines. "Let's hurry up and get this oevr with, I'm getting bored again." you start sweeping a bit faster. "If you're bored, why dont you just leave? No one's stopping you." Bakugo says. "Eh, I dunno, just don't wanna leave I guess." You shrug. "You'd really just rather just stay here and clean? You're pretty weird.." Mina groans. "Hey, you're witnessing a rare sight. I don't really get bored often." You chuckle, and sweep the dust and dirt into Bakugo's pile. "You've been silent, wannabe rebel." You tilt your head in front of his face. "I said stop calling me that, dumbass. You must be deaf." He says. "You got all this talk but you're not doing anything. Try insuliting me when you prove you can do something better than me." You spin around and continue sweeping. Mina and Kirishima are silent for a few minutes. "Hey, me and Kirishima are done, we're gonna dip." Mina finally speaks. Kirishima nods. "Ugh, can I go? (Y/n)'s not letting me do anything!" Denki groans. "Because you do it wrong." You explain. "Yeah, we're gonna head to the cafeteria before they're out of Onigiri!" Mina exclaims. "Hope we're not too late." Kirishima rubs his stomache. "Haha! Good luck with being stukck with Bakugo (Y/n)!" Denki waves his hand and they all run out the room. "God, what did thet even do? Wiped an already clean table?" You scoff, sweeping some more while spinning a little. "Why are you here?" Bakugo questions. "And you're gonna call me deaf? I said because I was bored." You laugh, the noise echoing throughout the classroom. "Now, hurry up, I wanna get out of here." You continue sweeping again, but he stands still. "What now? You forget how to sweep? Here, like this." You slowly sweep, while laughing to yourself again. "Shut the hell up. If you wanna get out of here, why don't you? You like me or something?" He gives you the slyest grin as you growl. "No one else here likes you, why should I?" You copy his grin. "We've all been together since first year, you just got here. What do you know?" His grin fades as he sweeps. "Hey, what's your quirk?" You ask. "Huh? What the hell for?" He yells. "I wanna spar with you!" You beam. "Yeah, OkAy." He says sarcastically as he scoffs. "Tell me your quirk first." He says while sweeping. "Hm." You ponder. "Do you not know what your quirk's name is or something?" Bakugo looks at you, and stops sweeping. "No. My quirk is enhancement. I was just thinking if I should tell you or not." You respond, sweeping yourself. "Enhancement" Bakugo wonders." "Yeah, you know, I can make something or someone really strong, blah blah blah. What's yours?" You ask. "Explosion." He grumbles. "Explosion? Now we gotta spar! I know you're strong, so c'mon!" You say, putting the broom down. "..Fine, but pick your broom up! We're not sparring here, and in case you didn't know, I'm still punished." Bakugo grumbles. "Fine, let's hurry this up then. I don't know how much time of lunch is there." You look at the clock. "Usually, there's about a 50 minute lunch break, we've been out for about 20 or maybe 25. 30 at most." You do the math in your head. "You could have just took the time lunch ends and subtracted it by the amount of time you've been wasting here, extra." Bakugo grumbles. "Well, even if it was 30, we'd still have 20 minutes to spar! That's more than enough time for me to beat you!" You say. "I'll kill you." He grumbles, sweeping a bit faster. You join him, and the room is spotless in no time. "Hurry up!" Bakugo yells at you. "Don't yell at me!" You yell back, jogging after him. You end up at some clearing. Bakugo is stretching his arms and cracking his neck. "1, don't set any tree's on fire. 2.." He gives you a glare. "Hope you have another uniform packed." He smiles to wide his gums are showing. You are in shock a little, but

you smile too. "And same to you." You crack your knuckles. "Actually?" you stop. "What." bakugo stops himself as well. "This time, let's not use our quirks." you say. "Why? You scared that mine is better?" He laughs. "No no, nothing like that. It would be better to spar to better our physical skills first, then we can add quirks later." You say. "Alright, let's just get this over with." He rolls his neck. You both come at eachother at the same time, throwing punches, kicks, and blocking for what seems like forever. You see his hand start glowing, signaling he's about to make an explosion. Most likely to propel himelsef towards you, but still. You grab his wrist and hold it up. "Ah! I said no quirks and you agreed." you point to his hand, as the glow fades. Deku comes up to us, a bit shocked at the scene. "Uhm, lunch is over." He nervously says. Bakugo snatches his wrist back from you, and walks away, sucking his teeth. "This isn't over." He brushes past Deku, who immediantly turns back to you. "Hey, were you fighting?" The green-haired boy rushes over. "Yeah, we were." you shrug. "Are you hurt?" He asks. "Why aren't you asking Bakugo this stuff?" You ask. "He was bullying you, right? I can't believe you stepped up to him though-" Your erupting laughter interrupts him. "A-are you okay!?" He waves his hands. "Oh my god! You thought he was bullying me? I came up with the idea of sparring!" You gasp for air. "You were just sparring?" Deku asks for clarification. "Yeah, didn't you notice he wasn't using his quirk? Well, until the very end, but I stopped him." You catch your breath. "O-oh. i'm sorry I misunderstood." You slap him on the back. "It's all good, it's not your fault Bakugo just gives off that vibe! Welp! Time for class, right?" You begin marching towards the forest, Deku nodding and following suit. While you're walking to class, you replay the sparring match in your head. Your brain stops at one scene, when you grabbed his wrist. You didn't see it before, but now that it's replaying, you see his eyes in your small vision. They were softened, but hostile. You giggle at the thought, to which Deku notices. "What are you laughing about?" He asks. "Just how you thought Bakugo was bullying me." You run in front of him, hoping to catch up to Bakugo. "Hey, Bakugo!" You yell for him, he stops and turns around. "What?" He grumps. "When are we gonna spar next? You said it wasn't over." you explain. "After school, what'd you think I meant, dumbass." Bakugo says. "I thought you meant the same time tomarrow or something, don't get your panties in a bunch." You playfully push him. "Should we reschedule that sparring match to right now?" Bakugo growls. "I dunno, I feel up to another round. This time I'm gonna kick your ass." You smirk. "I'll win in a second. Because next time we spar, we're doing quirks and all." He scoffs. "Now now, didn't you hear the phrase the cockiness killed the cat?" You tease. "I'm not cocky, I just know I'm gonna win." He shrugs. "Mhm, I admire the confidence, but it's just gonna be hilarious when I beat you at this point." You snicker at the thought of his face. "Well, get that thought out of your head because it's not happening." Bakugo lightly smacks the back of your head. "Yes it is! But just because you think you're gonna win, don't try to go light on me!" You point at him. He swats your hand away. "Calm down, I wouldn't dream of it. What made you think I would?" He asks. "You seem like those type of people that would 'pkay with their food' when their prey is especially weak." You say. "Well, that's just inefficient. I'm pretty sure we're late, so hurry your ass up!" He yells as he walks faster. "I could use my quirk and we'd be there in a second." You suggest. "What's your stupid quirk gonna do?" He asks. "Enhancement. I could enhance our legs to make us walk or run faster. But, you'd probably crash into a wall at the sudden change of speed. But I could totally carry you!" You beam. "I'm not getting carried." He walks up the stairs. "Would you rather me drag you by the shirt?" You suggest

jokingly. "No, I'm walking myself. I don't need your help to walk to my damn classroom." He says. "Fine, then I will too. It'll look like i'm showing off if i use my quirk without you." You huff. "DO you see anyone here? No one gives a shit if your showing off." Bakugo says. "Well, I'm not budging, but let's hurry up." You say. "Don't tell me what to do!" He yells after you. When you enter class, surprisingly enough, the teacher's not there. "Lucky ducks! Where were you?" Mina says. "WEre you really sweeping all lunch?" Denki asks afterwards. "We w-" "Well anyways!" Mina interrupts. "I'm totally having a party at Yamomo's! I just need a theme or kind of party. Should it be a rave, or maybe a dance battle!" Mina beams. "How're you gonna throw a party if you don't know what it's gonna be?" You ask. "Well, I don't even know if I'm gonna have it at Yamomo's, but most likely, I will. Maybe I can find an abandoned warehouse instead!" She beams. "Maybe we could have some kind of boxing match like how (y/n) and Bakugo were sparring!" Ochako suggests. "No way, Bakugo would beat everyone in a heartbeat, so there'd be no surprise." Denki objects. "Why don't we have some sort of nightclub vibe?" You suggest. "That's perfect! A nightclub! Purple lights, a dj, it'll be PERFECT! You're a GENIUS (y/n)!" Mina swings her arms around you and squeals. "It just came to mind when I thought of a party." You explain. "Okay! I have everything under control! I'll text you the place and time! I'll set up everything!" Mina shreiks. "You sure you can set up a party by yourself?" Kirishima asks. "I got connections. Leave it to me!" She shows a thumbs up. "Hey (Y/n)! I never got your number. Wouldn't want you not coming." She gives you her phone and you type your number in. She texts you a thumbs up for comfirmation. "Okay class, settle down." The math teacher walks in. "Took him long enough" you mutter. The school day goes by easily, and before you know it, the end of the day bell is sounding. "Hey, Bakugo. Are we really gonna spar now? What if we get the text for Mina's party in the middle of it?" You ask. "Knowing her, it probably won't be till late, to 'set the mood'." He turns off his phone and shoves it in his pocket. "We got time." He walks in front of you down the stairs. "Well, okay. The dorms are this way, right?" You point to a nearvy building. "Yeah, but why're you going there?" Bakugo asks. "This is my chance to change into more comfortable clothes for better mobility. Also, my only spare uniform might not be able to fit me after the party." You joke. "You should take this oppertunity too." You suggest as you walk in. After you change, you walk back out, Bakugo's leaning on the side of the building. "Geez, what took you so long?" Bakugo groans. "You just change fast." You stick your tongue out. "And you did your hair?" He scoffs. "Yeah? You didn't?" You say sarcastically. "No winder you took so long, it's like you planned this outfit." He sucks his teeth. "Are you gonna stop staring at my clothes and fight me or what?" You crack your knuckles once more. "Quirks this time, remember?" Bakugo clarifies. "Hell yeah. Wanna time your loss?" You laugh. "Shut up." He grumbles. Suddenly, he's infront of you, his hand glowing. You block, and stumble back a little. "Geez, that was dirty!" You say. "All's fair in fighting and fighting." He chuckles. "Ugh." You groan, as you speed towards him, throwing an enhanced punch at his blocked face. The fight continues on forever, taking small water breaks and continuing. Bakugo is appalled at your raw strength, only helped with your enhancement quirk. You chug your water, noticing his mixed expression of shock, and exhaust. "What time is it?" You check your phone, the time being 10 o'clock. "Damn, we've been sparring for 5 hours? No wonder my muscles are so sore." You stretch your arms a little. Suddenly, yours and Bakugo's phones go off at the same time. "Seems like Mina's got the time and place. I didn't think she was gonna go through with it." You say. "Well, that's that extra for you." Bakugo shoves

his phone in his pocket. "The party is in 2 hours, and you take forever to change apparently so I suggest you get started now." He growls. "What about..? Fine." You give up. Mina and Momo arrive at your dorm. "OH. My. GOD!" Mina squeals. "What is it? And aren't you supposed to be at the party?" You ask. "I went shopping with Yamomo for...your dress~!" Mina says sing-songy. "She picked it out." Momo hands you the dress, covered in a bag. "Uh, you didn't have to do this." You scratch the back of your head. "You're the new kid, so we wanted to help you get ready!" Mina beams. "Go on, try it on! I think it'll look great on you now that I'm getting a good look of you." Momo says, a finger to her chin. "Fine. Come in, sorry it's a bit messy." You say, walking towards your bathroom. "Don't forget to take a shower, you smell sweaty!" Mina teases. "And how do you call this dirty? One outfit is on the floor?" Mina picks it up and puts it in the hamper. You feel like a completely new person in the shower, washing away your sweat, filth, and problems. You also wash your hair, remembering you forgot to do it last week. You get out and reveal the dress, your eyes widening at the red beauty. You try it on and look in the mirror. "Uhm," You call out to Mina and Momo. "Is this really what you're supposed to wear to a nightclub?" You ask, steppinf out of the bathroom. Mina and Momo gasp at your appearance in the dress. "Oh my god! Yes!" Mina rushes over, examinging you from every angle. "Is that the answer to my question? Aren't you supposed to dance at a nightclub?" You ask. "Yeah. You aren't just wearing the dress. Don't worry, you'll be able to dance the night away." Mina reassures you. "You sure? It's a bit tight." You tug at it around your thighs. "It's not tight, it's just...y'know, like a pencil skirt. it's just fitting." Mina explains. "I don't think pencil skirts are made for dancing." You laugh. "Well, I'm probably not gonna dance anyways. And if i did, I'm probably not gonna be breakdancing or anything, huh?" You chuckle. "That's the spirit." Mina gives you a thumbs up. "So, you said this wasn't the full outfit?" You sheepishly grin. "Yep! Don't worry, babe, just leave it to us." Mina smiles greatly and Momo gives a warm small smile. "Alright, but if you're gonna do my hair, be gentle." You tangle your fingers in your black sea of curls. "Don't worry, my head is sensitive too." She scratches her hair. Soon enough, you look like you had a full glow-up. Mina and Momo snapping pictures to put on their story, also taking photo's of eachother and themselves. "The party's at midnight, right?" You check your phone again. "Yeah, it's friday night so we don't have to worry about waking up early for school!" Mina says enthusiastically. "And since it's at one of my guest houses, we can even have a sleepover." Momo suggests. "C'mon, we wouldn't wanna be late." Mina says. "What are we even celebrating?" You ask. "Nothing. Sometimes, a party celebrating nothing is just what you need!" Mina says. "I...guess that makes sense..?" You laugh. You get in Momo's convertible, vibing as you pass the aux around. It feels like you've been in the car for such a short time, as you pull up to her guest house's driveway. You swear you can hear the music booming from where you were standing. You walk in, and are greeted with booming music, bright and dim lights, and decorations everywhere. "Tada!" Mina squeals. "How'd you do all this?" You gasp in awe. "I knew a guy." She says proudly. We hear another car pull up, and we greet the people coming one by one. "Wow, this party is amazing!" Kirishima looks around, getting lost in the crowd. At this point, people you didn't even know were arriving. You assumed Mina and Momo's friends, and people the other classmates invited. Bakugo comes in and eyes you up and down. "Hm, I thought you wouldn't be here for another hour, slowpoke." He smirks. "Maybe you should higher your expectations then." You flash him a fake-mean look as you both walk to a wall. "Ha, just 2 hours ago we were fighting behind the dorms, and

now we're at a party." You laugh at the randomness. "I am actually surprised you were here before me though." He says with a phony shocked expression. You shove him playfully. "Well, guess I have Mina and Momo to thank for beating you. Maybe I should dedicate my trophy to them." You teasingly ponder aloud. His expression changed to a mix of irritation and laughter. Mina suddenly drags you away, to dance with her in the middle of the floor. At first you were embarrassed, but once you were feeling the beat, you forgot all about the people eyeing you and cheering you on. You were having a total blast, singing and dancing to the busting music. She said she mixed hers and Jirous playlist together, and you compliment their taste in music, and you and Mina begin dancing together. You and Mina stop, panting and laughing as she compliments your dancing skills. "I'm gonna get a drink." You point to the food and bevarages table and she nods. You walk through the crowd, hearing some cheers and compliments towards you, even some whistles. You drink some water, and lean on the wall watching as Mina continues dancing with Ochaco. Suddenly, you feel a yank and you're dragged away, and into a room. You hear the door slam as you're met with your back on a wall. You grunt on impact. Everything happened in a blur, so when you can focus your eyes again, You look around for a split second, realizing you're in some kind of office. But, you're met with fires of red. "Why the hell are you wearing that?" A booming familiar voice rings through your eardrums. "Bakugo? What do you mean?" You say, stunned that the words actually came out of your mouth. "I'll repeat myself just this once; Why the hell are you wearing that?" He says. You're absolutely shocked. "Well, you didn't seem to have a problem with it when you first saw me with it!" You say. "Well, that was before you decided to give everyone here a fucking 'show'!" His grip gets a little tighter on your shoulders. What? What did he mean by show? You weren't even paying attention to yourself or anyone else while you were dancing, did you really..? "W-well, even if I did, what's that got to do with you?" You recollect yourself. His grip on your shoulders tighten even more, making you groan a little. "If you were gonna do that, why the hell would you wear this?" He looks you up and down again. "I don't even know what I did, and it's not like I plan my dance moves!" Your voice raises a little. "You don't even know what you just did in front of everyone?" He looks shocked, not even the sightest bit irritated anymore. His grip seems to loosen and tighten at the same time. You get a little anxious, as he comes a little closer. "What do you see in your head when I say the word 'show' in the same context I just did?" He says. You gulp as you imagine it. "Yep, you just did that, in front of the whole class, plus others. It's pretty rich that you didn't even realize it though." Bakugo chuckles a little, but it quickly fades. "T-that's impossible, my body..can't do that." You try to huff, but you're too nervous to do a solid one. "How humble." He loosens his grip and backs away, making you breath deeper. But suddenly, one of his hands grabs your right thigh as he brings it up to his waist, and snakes his other hand onto your back, right above your butt. You're now pinned on the wall. "But you and I both at least have some idea of what this body of yours is capable of." He growls, his face just whispers away from yours. You take another deep breath, but it's more of a gasp. You lean your head up onto the wall, taking a deep gulp. Bakugo watches as the little bubble trails down your throat. "Well, if you really don't know.." He licks his lips as he watches another bubble travel downwards. "Want to find out?" He catches the third bubble, licking it. You snap your head in surprise as he gives you a teasing smirk. His left arm snakes down further, grabbing your ass as his right moves your thigh higher. Your head is spiraling, and you open your mouth to speak, but you're interrupted by an intruder of the

mouth. You couldn't help the moan from escaping as he tastes you, licking his lips afterward. Your lidded eyes meet his, but they quickly move down to his mouth, and then to his eyes again. "I'm just glad you aren't wearing lip gloss or lipstick." He mumbles, before giving you another tongue kiss. You wrap your left leg around his waist, as his right knee bends to touch you. He can feel your folds clench at his touch, which forces the smallest gasp from you. "If you only did that show for me, I wouldn't be pissed at you." He furrows his brows at you. "Why?" You manage to say. "You're that dense, huh? Maybe words won't go through your brain." His right hand leaves your thigh, and grabs some of your hair behind your head. His eyes flicker from your eyes to your mouth, open from your decreshending breaths. "So maybe this will." He licks the opening of your mouth, his tongue sliding in before turning it into a kiss. His mouth leaves yours just barely, before both of your tongues stick out, crashing onto eachother like waves, as your lips connect once again. These kisses were different, more passionate, including the unique sound they made compared to the others. When your lips disconnect as a finale, he unwraps your leg from his waist and lets go of your butt. His lidded eyes give you a (Not a command, but not a wish either, I couldn't find a word for it lmao.) as he sits down in the nearest chair, his right hand now cupping his face as he waits for you. You get a little shaky, but you oblige, moving towards him. You lower to your knees as he watches your thighs get thicker from the press of your lower legs. You move towards him more, as your hands go onto his knees. You erotically slide your hands up his thighs, as if you really were giving him a show on his own. Two index fingers dance towards the center of his pants, where a mountain stands. Bakugo lightly groans as he feels his pants getting more confined. Your hands lightly struggle at the tight button, but you manage to quickly undo it. Bakugo's large dick springs up at attention, precum almost dripping. You lean over it, and a few hairs cloud your vision. You tuck them behind you ear as you notice Bakugo's facial expression, seemingly annoyed. You put him to your mouth as you rub his tip with your index finger. He nods with a small groan, and you give his dick a small lick. You lick all of the sides at least once before sliding his dick into your mouth. You flatten your tongue as you fit more of his cock into your mouth, spilling a louder groan from Bakugo. Alas, your curls kept moving. They didn't exactly pose a problem to you, but the thick fingers that carded through your hair said otherwise. You stop to look at him. "Just wanted a view." His smirk grows. You continued, but using your tongue as it swirls around his tip. Bakugo's large hand clenched a handful of your hair, forcing you to take his dick. You moan at the slight pain and force. You rise your head to his tip, before stopping. His facial expression changes to confusion, which you take as your cue. You swiftly take as much of his dick as you can, and hold your head there. The shock forces a loud erotic moan from Bakugo, followed by curses, and his thick cum flowing into your mouth and onto your face, satisfying you. Bakugo's covering his red face with his huge hand, panting along with you. "I...didn't expect that." Bakugo pants. "I...hah...said to...higher your expectations of me..didn't I?" You wipe your chin and lick your lips. "God, I should just face-fuck you right now." He exhales deeply, catching his breath. "Then why don't you?" You ask. "Because as much as I'd love to shove this cock down your little throat, I also want to make you feel good." He uses a finger to lift up your chin, and close your mouth. You both stand up, and Bakugo lightly pushes you onto a table and stands over you, both of his arms by your sides, pinning you there. "I bet while you were giving your show out there, all the guys- hell, maybe even some of the girls- wanted to rip this dress off of you." Bakugo chuckles to

himself. "You said that your body couldn't do a show like that. Remember what I said? If you didn't know, wanna find out?" He recaps, and you nod. "Well? What's your answer to that?" He asks genuinly. You chuckle. "You're really gonna wait until you got your dick wet to ask me that? Psh, and you called me dense." Your chuckle erupts to a laugh. Bakugo clenches your hair again. "Just answer the damn question." He growls. "Yeah, I wanna find out." You reply confidently. He gives you a slightly surprised and confused look, to which you answer by swiping 2 fingers along his member. He lightly grabs your neck, forcing your head down onto the desk. A noise you didn't know you had in you echoes throughout the room. Even Bakugo's shocked by it, and he's the one who forced it out. But he quickly catches on. "Ah, somebody's got a little kink, huh?" His hand grabs your hair again roughly, a similar moan coming out as he lifts your head up and moves his mouth towards your ear. "You like to be fucked niiice and rough, don't you?" The low rumble in his voice makes you shiver. "You like to be teased, even though you act like you don't, huh?" He sneaks a touch at your folds through your panties. You lightly moan at the sudden act as your head moves upwards and your thighs clench together, as Bakugo's hand barely escapes your thighs crashing together. "You like...the pain with the pleasure, don't you?" He bites your ear before licking and peppering kisses onto it. Your breaths grow heavier as your body heats up. He continues with the teasing, forcing your legs open, putting his knee between your legs and carressing your inner thigh, and pressing onto your clit as he nibbles on your ear some more. He slips off shoes, then your pantyhose, and then your panties as his teases get harsher. Suddenly, two thick fingers of his slip between your velvety folds. You moan as your walls try to fend off the intruder, as he steadily pumps his fingers into you with rhythm. "God, you're so tight." He groans, as his dick twitches. Your breaths are still heavy, but more apparent. "Oh, god, fuck." Your head is thrown back onto the desk. Bakugo's firey eyes burn into yours. "This feels nice, doesn't it?" He says. You let out a whiny "Mhm." To which Bakugo chuckles. "It feels nice, sure, but I want to make you feel good, no, amazing, the best you've ever felt." His slides turn into thrusts as his fingers quicken their pace. "F-fuck." You moan grows long. You couldn't help but roll your hips and grab one of your breasts, trying to rush your release. "Ke-hah-ep going." You're barely able to keep those words together. "Now, don't rush yourself. I was gonna be the one to make you feel good." He hits just below the spot you've been longing for, and you can feel yourself coming close, just a little bit more. If that wasn't enough, he curls the tips of his fingers to hit your sweet spot, right on the money, and he can tell too, noticing how your body quivers and your eyes closed tightly. Suddenly, his fingers exit your folds. You give him a confused look, panted breaths taking over your words. "Sorry princess, but when you cum, I'm gonna be inside you." You watch as Bakugo seperates his fingers, watching as your slick webs between them. "Didn't think you could be this wet." Bakugo chuckles. Suddenly, he puts the two fingers in his mouth, licking your slick off. When his fingers leave his mouth, a string of slick falls from his mouth as well. You swallow at the sight. He gets up and grasps your neck, forcing your head down again, making the same noise, but slightly more lewd from the teasing. "Haha, you slut." He chuckles while exhaling deeply. He runs his hands down your frame, admiring your curves. He pumps himself a few times, reminding himself of how you just treated his dick. He grabs your thigh, observing how your flesh molded into his hand. He's moves his hand, but you catch his wrist. "Wait." You say, sitting up. He backs away with a confused look, and you stand up from the table. You stretch your arms a bit, but you suddenly push him, your enhancing quirk

making it powerful enough to crash him onto a couch. "Wha-" He has no time to react as he watches you push him again to lay him parrallel to the couch. He wasn't expecting this, and he couldn't deny the facts, it made his dick that much harder. It twitched at your boldness. You straddle him, lining his cock to your throbbing and oversensitive pussy. "Being bold, huh (Y/n)?" His confused open mouth grew into a smirk. "Mhm. Watch just how bold I can be.." you moan as his tip enters you, taking a bit before you bottom yourself out, your pussy swallowing him whole. Long moans exit both of your mouths, as you put your arms behind your back to support yourself as you slowly roll your hips, giving Bakugo a good view of you gushing onto his dick. "Fuck, you're even wetter and tighter than before." Bakugo says through groans and gritted teeth. You laugh breathily as you roll your hips rhythymically, beign engulfed in ecstacy. Suddenly, Bakugo's hand grasps your neck as he forces you down onto the couch, him now towering over you, his cock twitching inside of you. "B-bakugo." You moan. "You really are bold. But you're doing the opposite of what I said you'd do. Remember?" His grip tightens onto your neck, as you nod profusely. "Also, drop the last name. It's Katsuki. Got that?" He chuckles. "Katsuki." You repeat, thinking it sounds familiar. He sucks his teeth. "You're begging with your eyes, you slut." He begins thrusting into you, lifting one of your thighs with his free hand to drill deeper. His thrusts grew quick and harder quickly as he pounds into you, a gasp or moan coming out of you with each individual thrust. His hand around your neck just added to the pain and pleasure you felt. "K-katsuki!" You have a shaky smile with tears in your eyes. "What's wrong-fuck- too rough?" He tries to hide his pleasure as well, but it's getting harder for him as his dick slides perfectly, your walls adjusted to him instantly, as if it was waiting for his cock only. "Damn, it's like you were -shit- made for me." Expletives interrupt his sentences as he stops trying to hide his pleasure as his hips meet yours. His smile is the widest you've ever seen, showing his gums. He moves your other thigh up, allowing him to go even deeper. "K-katsuki..fuck!" Your moans seem to get breathier and a bit more highpitched. "Don't worry, I know where to go." He assures you, as he flawlessly hits your sweet spot, just like with his magical fingers. "Yes! Right there, fuuuck~!" You put your hands on his arm as his grip gets even tighter onto your neck, and as he ruthelessly abuses that spot, rubbing on it fast. Your eyes begin to roll to the back of your head as his pace gets even quicker. "Keep going, Katsuki, so close, so fucking close just keep going!" Your fingers don't know what to do as you try to grip the couch, your hair, but they stay at his shoulders, your fingernails digging into his skin only makes him pound harder. "Go ahead, cum on this dick, (Y/n)." He grunts loudly, feeling himself become undone as well. "It's...too good." All you can see is white as you reach your high, your back arching, your eyes completely into the back of your head, and your insides being painted white. His long erotic moan matched yours, as you panted and came down from your peaks simultaniously. While you were seeing white, however, you were getting visions, memories of stuff you didn't remember. It was you and Katsuki, as children, playing together, him coming to your house with his mom when you were little, and you playing competitive sports outside as your moms talked. You remembered everything from when you were little, and started questioning how you could forget. You also saw something else, you going away, when you moved to America. When you said goodbye to Katsuki, and shared a hug, that no one else was gonna get. "K-katsuki.." you pant, giving him a nostalgic look. "So, you've remembered." He chuckles through panted breaths. "Took ya long enough." He says. "Huh?" You give a confused look. "I wouldn't have sex with someone I just met hours ago. And knowing

you, you wouldn't either." He moves from on top of you, sitting down next to you. It sparked a question in your mind. Why did you have sex with him, if you didn't remember him? Maybe it was your subconcious that knew him. You yawn, now completely down from your high. "I gotta say, it was fun getting to know you all over again and play along." Katsuki laughs. "And your quirk improved dramatically. Remember when we were little, when my explosions were really small, and you used to enhance my quirk to make explosions like I do now?" He recalls. "Yeah, I was probably the only one who you've ever complimented before." You lay your head on his lap. "Damn, you really spent me." You yawn as he takes his phone out, "Hell yeah I did." He sucks his teeth as he begins texting someone. "Who're you texting?" You say. "Just go to sleep, I'm texting Mina, the pink-haired chick you were twerking with in front of everyone." He says, his face going back to annoyed. "Geez man, I didn't know." You suck your teeth yourself. "Well, I got to fuck you, so I guess I can't stay mad." He shuts off his phone and pets your head. "We gotta get cleaned up, I'm not sleeping like this." He grumbles. "Sleep? Who said anything about that?" You tilt your head. "The way I did you tonight? Yeah, you're not gonna be able to go home." Bakugo laughs "What did you think I texted Mina about? I told her to send everyone home and that we're spending the night." He says. "Wouldn't you text Momo about-" You're interrupted by his phone chiming. He checks it and begins laughing. "Phaha! Guess what? We weren't the only ones fucking." He shows you his phone, and you see what he texted Mina first. "Why'd you just flat out tell her we had sex!?" You say, scrolling down to read he reply. "Psh, Todoroki and Momo? Even Deku and Ochaco?!" You laugh. "Yeah, I thought Deku would remain a virgin his whole life. Crazy, huh?" He chuckles. "Also, Mina been knew we woulda fucked. Look." He shows you another message. "Soooo tonights the night, huh😏? Use protection⛑️! Or don't, but no kids😤!" The message reads. You roll your eyes. "So everyone knew that we had history together but me, right?" You groan. "Pretty much." He laughs again. Suddenly, his phone chimes again. "OK, the guests r gone, all of the wasted temporary residents r all 🛀 ☝️ and 😴, ur turn. the 🛀 is nice and 🏃! i also brought a stretcher for (y/n) because i know she'll need it lmfaoo🚶" it reads. "Translation; the party people are gone, everyone else who fucked is washed up and asleep, so we can take our time." Bakugo sighs. "That extra does the damn most." He facepalms. "Wow, how reliable. But shouldn't we be asking Momo for permission to sleep here?" You ask, and your answer comes with another chime of his phone, the new message reading "i already asked and yamomo understood completely so the house is all urs 4 2nite. yw i know im the best😌" "Geez, she couldn't stand to use grammar every once in a while?" You laugh and roll your eyes. "C'mon." He stands up. You move to get up, but he ends up picking you up. "Wha-? Hey! Put me down!" You lightly hit his back. "Don't bother, you can't walk." He says. "Who says?" you grunt. "Fine, try." He puts you down on your feet gently, but you immediantly crash dwon onto your butt, which is also feeing sore from his tight ass-grabbing. He chuckles. "How come it took me to try standing up for my legs to start feeling sore?" You groan. "Told ya. It's not my fault you like it rough." He teases as he picks you up and slings you over his shoulder. This time you don't fight, just making a pouty face and groaning from embarrassment and your sore legs. You lock eye contact as Mina patrols the main area. She uses body language to tell you she heard almost everything, and you shoot her a dirty look as she laughs and continues patrolling. You're surprised with a bath that's ready for you, courtesy of Mina. Maybe you can't stay too mad. He takes off your clothes and sets you in the bath, as you relax and rest your head on the could outer ring. Bakugo's eyes dart to your neck, dark

markings telling exactly where his hends went. It was like your own litte version of a hickey, which put a smile on his face. "Who knew you had a choking kink? that was a real surprise to me." He smiles meanly as you hide your face in embarrassment. "I didn't know." You groan in sheer embarrassment. "Relax, I won't be choking you gain anytime soon." He gumbles in slight annoyance. "But what if a villain does?" You ask. "Shit, I forgot about that. Haha! Just imagine that villains stupid face when you let out a moan because of him choking you." He chuckles. "Wouldn't you get jealous? Another man, maybe a woman, choking me?" You turn to face him. "Well, it's my job to beat their ass regardless so they're gonna end up dead anyways. 1, for being a villain, and 2, for putting their hands on my girl." He explains. You didn't need his hand, you almost choked on the word girl. "Yeah, I said it." He pours some shampoo in his hand, lathering them together and scrubbing your hair. "You gonna deny it?" He grumbles. "No, just didn't think you'd say it first." You admit. "Well, surprise surprise, I'm not the same kid I was back then." He sucks his teeth. "You kinda are. You always sucked your teeth like that and you have the samer personality if we're speaking vaguely." You explain. "Well, I changed a lot, idiot. What do you know?" He massages your head with his yet again, magical fingers. "I know that the only reason you're not yelling is because you're thinking of everyone sleeping. Funny, you weren't when you got a taste of me." You say matter-of-factly. "You always were a smartass. I don't even know why I ever liked you." He grumbles. "Yeah, that's probably gonna stay a mystery. I don't know why I like you either, you were always an annoyingly smart guy for yourself." You grumble as he rinses your hair and you wash yourself. Bakugo briefly leaves and comes back with an oversized t-shirt and underwear. You change into them while sitting on the toilet seat, and Bakugo's eyes widen a little as he comes to a realization. "Hey, that's my shirt! The bitch stole my shirt! How the hell'd she even get into my dorm!?" Bakugo yells. "I have my ways!" You can hear Mina call out to him. "God, she's lucky I'm tired." He groans as he scratches the back of his head. "And she's lucky that you look good in it." He smirks as he looks you up and down seductively. "What, round 2?" You ask. "No, I put all my energy into round 1." He sighs. "Good, so did I." You let out a big exhale. "Now your turn." You signal him to get in. "I'll wash myself, you're obviously in no condition to." Bakugo says. "I can." You huff. "Please, you'd have to crawl to get over here." He rolls his eyes. Your eyes drift to the sink as you see your favorite scent of lotion. You look to your knees, they were beginning to get ashy, so you grabbed the bottle and began applying it to your skin. Bakugo's watches as you massage your legs, like they weren't on fire now. He observed as your hands moved up and down your legs almost as a signal, and he actually started considering a round 2. He shook the thoughts out of his head as he washed himself quickly, and got out himself and changed. After brushing your teeth with the spare toothbrushes-Geez, Mina and Momo really thought of EVERYTHING, huh?- Bakugo carried you to your-of course she would- shared room. It wasn't until he was laying next to you, settling into bed, when the smell of your lotion hit him. Like a million bricks. He recognized it quickly, his favorite smell in the whole world. "Mmm." He hums as he brings you closer to him. "Is this..?" He asks. "It was just there. I know you like it," you said, teasing his nose with the smell. "Apple Spice." You say in unison. He hugs you, putting his nose in your shoulder as he inhales the smell deeply. "God, I haven't smelt this in so long. you used to wear it all the time when we were little." He sighs. "When I moved, I never stopped." You hug him back, snuggling into his chest. His breathing slowed, and you could tell he was about to fall asleep."(Y/n)...?" He sleepily says. His words

are slurred, and his eyes are closed. "Mm?" You hum, getting sleepy yourself. "I love you." He says, pulling you closer to him. The softest 'I love you' you've ever heard in your damn life. "I love you too." you replied softly. You thought that'd be the end, but Bakugo kept repeating it. "I love you so much, so fucking much, I love you." His repeats grew softer, as you repeated him the same amount of time he repeats himself. "So fucking much." are his last words before his breathing slows and silence follows you sigh of relief. "Finally, thought he'd never shut up." you laugh in your head, as you follow suit, saying a final 'I love you' be before drifting off to sleep in his arms.

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Dirty Picture (Ashton Irwin Smut)

Summary: (Y/N) almost shows her mom a picture she should never see. And Ashton is not all so happy about that. (Smut /Public Place / Degrading Pet Names / Unprotected Sex) (Request) (Words: 2.4k)

"You feel ok, love?" I ask Ashton as he parks the car in the restaurant's parking lot. "I don't know. I feel kinda nervous, I guess..." He replies, rubbing his eyes as he sighs deeply. "Why, baby? It's just dinner with my parents." I giggle, stroking his cheek. "Yeah, just dinner with your parents... No pressure at all..." He groans and all I can do is laugh at how awkward and cute he is. "Need I remind you that you've met my parents before, not once, nor twice, but many man times?" I ask, bopping his nose. "Every time is a different test." He sighs and I shake my head at him. "Would it help you calm down if I showed you again some pictures from last night?" I ask, making him turn his head to me. "You could try..." He shrugs, earning a chuckle from me. I pick my purse from the front of my seat and fish out my phone, scrolling through it to find the pictures he took of me. "Just remember, I still have a shit tone of those amazing lingerie you brought me from tour that I haven't tried yet..." I whisper in his ear, leaning closer to leave a kiss to his cheek. "You will be the death of me, pretty girl." He breathes out, not taking his eyes away from my phone.

We walk in the restaurant, our fingers tangled together. I feel his grip on my hand getting tighter as we approach the table my parents are seated. On his other hand, Ashton holds a bouquet of flowers for my mother, in an effort to impress her. Well, honestly, he does it because he feels like doing it, but it surely works on his favor. "Hey mom... Hey dad." I greet them with a smile, letting go of Ashton's hand, not before stroking my thumb over the back of it though. "Sweety, long time no see." My mom cheers, standing up to hug me. "Huh, life has been hectic lately, mom." I reply, smiling before moving to hug my dad. "Ashton, honey. Look at you... You look even more handsome now." I hear my mom say. "Hi dad." I kiss my father's cheek, hugging him close. "How is my princess?" He asks, kissing my forehead. "Good, good. Just, you know, a little tired from traveling." I smile and shake my head. "People pay to travel the world and you do it for a job... Don't complain, princess." My dad protests, bringing a chuckle to my lips. "I am not, daddy. I promise." I smile, taking a seat on the table. "I know, honey. You look really great." He replies, sitting across of me. Ashton joins my side, taking the seat next to me. I catch a glimpse of my mom taking a whiff of the flowers Ash brought her and smiling in awe. "So, Ashton, how is your band doing?" My dad asks, cutting straight to the point. My dad doesn't really approve of Ashton, still believing the whole rockstar stereotype, so he is extra harsh when it comes to him. I hate that Ashton has to prove his worth every time he meets me parents, but he does without a complain, making me feel worried about the moment he realizes that I am simply not worth all of that and cut me off his life. "We are doing great, sir. We recently dropped our new album and it is on the top charts for weeks. We are back on our old glory." Ashton replies; I can hear the spark in his voice, which only brings a smile on my face. "And what about the tour? My daughter sent us all those pictures from all those cities, but we've never heard the stories." He asks again. My hand goes from the menu I am holding to Ashton's thigh, stroking it in an effort to provide him with some comfort. "Uh, so many stories. I am lucky I am able to live so many adventures with my friends and now with (Y/N). This has been the first tour that (Y/N) was able to join from the start to the end, so it feels extra special this time." Ashton smiles, placing his hand on top of mine. Before my father could ask anything else, the waiter approaches us, putting a pause to Ashton's torture. "What can I get you?" He asks, making us all contemplate our orders.

After we place our orders, I manage to start talking so Ashton wouldn't have to undergo any further interogation. "Honey, how is the moving out going?" My mother asks as I finish talking about the trip to Japan. "Moving out?" My dad asks, stopping his eating. "Yes, Ashton and I decided to move in together. So I am emptying my apartment." I reply, not daring to look at my father. This time, Ashton is the one that squeezes my hand reassuringly, stroking his thumb over the back of it. "I see." It is all that my dad says in reply. "Anyway, moving in is going great. And we have a new member in our family..." I say in a cheerful voice. "You are pregnant?" My mom asks excitedly, making my dad shoot his gaze in a worried manner. "No, no... Relax. We got a puppy." I giggle and watch my father sigh in relief. "You did? What kind?" My mom asks back. "Ah, he was a stray one, so he is muted. But he is so gorgeous." I sigh happily, leaning my head on Ash's shoulder. "Aww, do you have any pictures of him?" She asks and I nod, handing her my phone. Ashton gasps, in mere seconds squeezing my thigh to stop me. "I... I have better pictures on my phone, let me..." He tries to cover up, taking my phone from my mother's hand and unlocking his, scrolling to the album he keeps Fang's pictures. I look at him in a weirded out expression but as I unlock my phone, I realize that the picture that my mom would see is the one in which I am on my knees with Ashton's tip between my lips. My eyes go wide and Ashton's head cocks to the side, looking at me with his stern look. "We'll talk about your recklessness back home, princess." He whispers in my ear, pressing his lips softly on my temple. "He looks adorable. Is he used to the house yet?" My mom asks, handing the phone to my dad. "He is used to peeing and pooping outside the house, but he still chews anything available." Ashton says, smiling sweetly. "I can't wait until you are settled in the house and we have the next dinner there, to meet this cutie as well." My mom says and hands the phone back to Ashton.

After everyone is done with their food, my dad and Ashton fight as to who is going to pick up the tab. Ashton backs away since he knows that my dad will feel offended, making me chuckle at how childish they can be. "This one went great." I comment as we walk to the car. "If you overlook the fact that you almost showed your mom our pictures..." He says through greeted teeth, unlocking the car. "Almost... She didn't see anything." I try to soothe the tension. "Thanks to me. What am I going to do with you, naive girl?" He asks me, opening the door for me. I watch him walk to the driver's side, his body tensing up with every step. "I don't know daddy." I reply as he enters the car. "I think I need to punish you for that mistake. Don't you agree, little girl?" He asks, turning to look at me. "I haven't been a bad girl..." I protest but Ashton chuckles and pulls me on his lap. "But you have been a careless girl, princess. And I think you need to be taught a lesson." He groans, pushing my chin up. I look at him innocently, biting my bottom lip as he hums, running his index and middle finger from my chin to the valley of my breasts. "Should I wait until we are home... Or maybe I should hike up your skirt and take you right now..." He asks, bringing his lips to kiss my neck. "Home..." I mumble, unable to form anything more than just that single word. "No... I think you want your punishment here. I think that the idea of taking you in the middle of a parking lot, so publicly, so exposing, it turns you on. Doesn't it, princess?" He asks, slipping his hand under my skirt. I jump at the feeling of his cold hand on my sex, but relax at his touch. "It does... Look how wet you are for me... And it is all just from my words..." He teases me, grazing a finger under the hem of my panties. "What if we get caught? What if someone gets pictures? What if those pictures end up on the front pages of magazines and your career gets ruined?" I ask, making Ashton release a throaty groan. "Tinted windows and minimal sound, princess. Nobody will understand shit. Plus, Calum's cock was out on the internet for the whole world to see, and we still made it." He whispers, flicking his tongue against my sweet spot. "Besides, this is your punishment... You can't say no to daddy. You know what happens when you say no to daddy, right?" He asks me before he leaves a bite on my neck. I shudder at the feeling of his teeth on my flesh, already feeling my mind turn into a fuzzy mess. "You need to get punished for your carelessness, don't you, dirty girl?" He whispers, in a seductive and intoxicating tone. "I do. Please, punish me, daddy." I moan out, my hand reaching down to feel his cock. Ashton grabs my wrist almost immediately, stopping me before I could even get a proper feel of him. "Your hands behind your back. And do not move them." He orders, looking at me deeply. Almost automatically, I follow his order, bringing my wrists together behind my back and keeping them there. Ash guides my hips upwards, for as long as he needs to unzip his pants and take out his cock. I feel him line up in front of my entrance, smirking at me seductively. "Buck down, princess. Sit on my cock." He whispers, gripping on my hips. I lower my hips, guiding his dick inside me. I watch his face tense as my walls engulf his length, the little pulsing of my pussy as he enters me making his breath get caught in the back of his throat. I don't dare move my hands, the power that he has over me grows bigger and bigger every time. Now, he doesn't even need to restrain me to keep me in place, he knows that I won't dare break his order. "You look so good like that... riding my cock, following my orders... My little fuckdoll." He whimpers as he guides my hips back and forth. "I belong to you, daddy." I gasp and bounce my hips on his. "Maybe fucking you so good has left you brainless... That's why you almost got us exposed." He hisses, thrusting his hips up violently. In any other occasion, those words would have hurt me, but he only uses them to tease me. And it works; I feel tingles all over my body, making all my senses heighten. Even his fingertips on the bare skin of my hips make electricity run in my body. "I am your brainless little fuckdoll." I breathe out, rocking my body to guide his dick deeper inside me. His veins throb inside me as I move, a little slower now, trying to make the feeling last longer. "I need to touch you." I groan, rolling my hips. Ashton growls at me, slapping my ass as I move. "But you won't touch me, right? This is your punishment, princess... You can touch me, but then you would be disobeying my order and that would really piss me off and then more punishment would be in for you." He says, throwing his head back and biting his bottom lip. "I hate you so much..." I cry out, squeezing my walls around him as I feel my body tense while I near my orgasm. "You don't mean that, angel. You are just hating me because I am not giving you what you want." He murmurs, gripping on my ass harshly. "I hate you." I repeat, trying to fight the urge to just touch him, grip onto him, and dig my nails into his flesh as I cum. "You don't look much like it right now..." He groans at the feeling of my pulsing walls. "Can I cum, please?" I ask, feeling my chest heaving. "Of course, princess." He breathes out, bucking his hips up to meet my thrusts. I feel him hit my spot forcefully, making me dig my nails on my wrists to keep myself from just touching him. Everything gets intense as I hit my high, biting my bottom lip to prevent the scream to leave my mouth. "Shit..." Ashton hisses at the feeling of my pussy squeezing him. "Are you going to cum, daddy?" I ask through my haze, already feeling a little dizzy from it. "You are making it hard not to..." He replies, slamming my hips onto his, before his throbbing member releases in me. As I stay motionless and breathless, I just stare at him; his face is red and shining with sweat, completely relaxed and his lips parted. I lean down and place a soft kiss on his bottom lip, smiling at my boyfriend. "You look like something out of a dream." I whisper as he opens his eyes. "You look like you fell from the sky." He whispers back. "Like the devil?" I ask in a giggle. "For God's sake... I am trying to be romantic and shit in here and you keep on blowing me..." He giggles, covering his face with one hand while the other reaches behind my back to take one of my hands in it. "You did great today with my parents." I whisper, leaving a peck on his cheek. "You think so?" He asks me, turning his head for a peck on my temple. "I know so." I smile and press my lips on his Addam's apple.

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