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prettyyktskii · 7 months

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𝐒𝐔𝐂𝐇 𝐀 𝐖𝐇𝐎𝐑𝐄

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TW/CW :: brief mention of denki x reader, swearing, angst, mention of alcohol, mention of nsfw, nsfw, acting like stuck up lil bitches lmao, rough, degradation, oral ( receiving), choking

this is another one from one of my wattpad books, so proceed with caution and know that this is a SPOILER! i am also open to requests tho :)

NSFW UNDER THE CUT.

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i groan, tumbling out of bed and putting my hair up lazily. my head is throbbing from the alcohol i had consumed the night before, and i can barely stand because- well, you know.

the smell of breakfast cooking lightens my mood a bit and i remind myself to thank momo. i guess she had let more than myself sleep here.

i can feel eyes staring holes into me as my shaky legs slowly wobble me down the stairs and into the kitchen, all the while still wearing denki's shirt.

i lift my gaze from the floor to see a familiar pair of red eyes shooting daggers at me. wow, i didn't realize bakugou was even there last night.

i spot denki sitting at the island in the middle of the room with no shirt, not helping the situation at all. sure, it was kind of on me for taking his shirt, but he offered!

no words are spoken as i sit down on one of the stools, waiting for the food to be plated. i decide to break the tension. "thanks, momo. you didn't have to let us all crash here."

momo turns to smile at me for a moment, "no worries!" she's quick to continue her task of plating the food for everybody. "looks like you needed it." she winks at me and my face flushes.

okay, so that basically meant everyone could tell that something happened with me and denki last night. oh god.

holy shit, i feel even worse now about doing that is someone else's house. what was i thinking?

whatever. hah, it was worth it.

"don't worry about it, y/n!" mina chirps after seeing the look on my face. "at least you didn't do it while the whole house was trying to sleep, right?" she adds with a wink.

my face flushes in embarrassment as momo places a plate in front of me. i don't give myself time to thank her as i quickly shovel a bite of food in my mouth, hoping to somehow hide my flustered state.

a loud bang is heard causing me to almost choke, turning my head with the rest of the group to see bakugou with his fists on the counter. he looks panicked for a brief moment before gathering himself, spitting out. "are you gonna give me my damn food?!"

what the hell was that?

i scoff at his behavior, scarfing down my food so i don't have to be a part of this damn conversation any more.

i get up to place my dish in the sink, mumbling to kaminari as i pass him. "denki, could you please drive me back to the dorms?"

he nods with a small smile, about to say something as he's rudely interrupted by everyone yelling out in unison,

"i heard that!"

. 💥

i'm laying down in my dorm, denki only having dropped me off about ten minutes ago. aw damn, i was still wearing his shirt. oh well.

i sigh, leaning back into my pillows, letting my body relax. it seems to have been a while since i've actually been able to relax. since it was saturday, i might as well just rest. god, i guess this ended up working perfectly. i smile lightly.

just then there's a loud knock on my door and i groan out. "damn it." my legs stretch off of my bed, making their way to the door slowly. i swear to god if it's just denki asking for his fucking shirt back-

i cut my own thoughts off as i open the door. in a matter of seconds i've been shoved out of the way, the door slamming behind the two of us. "dumbass." bakugou grumbles as he strides further into the room. "you slept with dunce face?"

and there it goes, my face turns bright red again, but i quickly collect myself. "don't call me a dumbass," i scold him. "and it's none of your damn business!"

"i'll call you whatever the fuck i want!" bakugou shouts at me, clearly not giving two shits about my opinion. "just answer the damn question!"

i roll my eyes. "no, dumbass!"

"don't call me a dumbass!" he yells angrily. god. fucking hypocrite.

"so you can call me a dumbass, but when i say it you're gonna get all pissy?" i scoff at his immaturity.

he grips at his hair, wishing he could just rip it all out. he was getting more and more ticked off as the time went by, but i didn't give a fuck. he lived to make me frustrated, so i guess it was just karma. "just tell me if you fucking slept with him!" he orders, little sparks flying out of his hands almost as a threat.

i groan in irritation, fed up with him. "okay, fucking fine! yes, i slept with him, damn it!" throwing my hands into the air, the room goes quiet for just a moment, my head feeling relief.

"fucking dumbass," he growls, breaking the silence. "why the hell would you do that?"

i laugh at him sarcastically, feeling like i'm losing my mind. "oh, i don't know- maybe because i fucking wanted to?!"

"what? so you're a whore now?"

i look at him in shock. what the fuck is wrong with him? does he even think before he speaks? "excuse me?"

he's completely unfazed by my words obviously, taking a step forward. "clearly you're just sleeping with any guy now, right? such a whore."

my face contorts into a look i can't even place myself, looking at bakugou with disbelief in my eyes. he just laughs, taking another step towards me. "never even fucked me." he scoffs. "what? you like denki more than me now?"

i feel my confidence draining quickly, but fight a response anyway. "yes. you're an asshole."

my words only flare his anger up more, taking one final step right up to me. he grips onto the back of neck harshly, closing the gap between us and kissing me roughly. i can't help but kiss back, god, as much as i didn't want to.

was i really going to give in that easily? was i really just gonna let it slide, after weeks of him being a complete jerk to me? just because it's what the thing in between my legs wanted? god, maybe i am a whore.

he roughly pushes me onto the bed, following suit. "i'm really pissed off you let dunce face fuck you before i did." he snaps, tugging my underwear off quickly.

"i can have sex with whoever i want." i bite back.

"bullshit," he growls, "take his fucking shirt off. can't believe you're still wearing it."

i roll my eyes, reluctantly pulling the shirt over my head. something is immediately thrown into my lap and i look up, seeing that now bakugou had no shirt. i then look to my lap, bakugou's shirt. "tsch, dumbass." i mumble, throwing the shirt on anyway.

"the fuck did i say about calling me dumbass?" i can tell he's not actually that mad about it, but i scoff and roll my eyes anyway. i don't know if i've ever been more irritated.

i'm about to retort when he suddenly presses his tongue flat against my clit, making me gasp in shock. the sudden jolt of pleasure making my hips buck, though bakugou places his arm over my hips, holding me in place. he chuckles lightly at my reaction, the vibrations making my eyes roll back. "bakugou, i-"

"shut up." the sound of his voice sends vibrations through me again, making me whine in protest. i just want him to fucking touch me, and he won't even let me speak.

yea, no. fuck that. "how-"

i start to speak again when his tongue presses against my entrance without warning. he's quickly lapping up by wetness, his tongue flicking my clit rather aggressively, ripping a moan out of me. "i said shut up."

he then pulls away from me, confusing the hell out of me. "what the fuck was that for?" i groan in frustration.

he just smirks at me, almost laughing a little. "you didn't actually think i was going to let you cum like that? especially after what you did." he's pulling his belt off while he speaks.

seriously? what a fucking tease. why the hell would he do that?

i can't help but pick up on the words 'especially after what you did.' i guess denki was right. he was pretty pissed off about it. i can't fight back the small smile playing on my lips as the words come out of my mouth. "you know, denki said you'd be pissed- but i didn't believe him."

bakugou scoffs, fully aware i'm just trying to piss him off. "you're really gonna keep talking about that fucking extra?" he snaps, pressing his crotch onto mine, making me let out a gasp.

i try to wriggle around, desperate for him to just go inside of me, but he just raises his body slightly from it's previous position. "you're not that fucking desperate, are you?" he smirks at me.

god, no. of course not! i'm mad at him, right? he's been a bitch to me for weeks! why was i doing this? i'm not desperate, right? i can't believe i'me letting this happen. what am i thinking?

bakugou uses my silent moment of thinking against me, pushing in all at once as i'm distracted, causing me to let out a sound somewhere between a moan and a yelp. "ah- what the hell?!" i groan.

he begins to pound into me, wasting no time to fuck me mercilessly. my head feels like it's spinning as i cry out, eyes shutting tightly. not a moment later there's a hand wrapped around my throat, my eyes shooting open. "open your eyes damn it." he grunts out, and i try to force my eyes not to squeeze shut.

he groans, fucking me deeper and making me moan out. his free hand threads in my hair, his elbow supporting his weight on the bed as he attacks my lips with his own. the angle he thrusts into me makes me let out a moan, his tongue slipping into my mouth.

he disconnects us when he feels me clench around him. "gonna cum already? slut." he laughs a little when i let out a whine at his words, a similar sound coming from him moments later.

his hands lift from their previous positions, grabbing onto my thighs as my legs instinctively begin to try to close. "god, s-shut up." i breathe, not really wanting him to but feeling the need to retaliate.

he scoffs at me, his hand moving slightly to rub my clit as quickly as he can. tears prick at the corner of my eyes at the overwhelming feeling, and i can feel myself chi clench around him again. he lets out a groan at this. "ah- that's it, cum for me."

i feel myself release, his harsh thrusts stopping as he cums inside me, the fingers on my clit still moving lightly until he finishes with a grunt, pulling out of me carefully.

"asshole." i mumble out as he rolls over next to me, while i turn over onto my side, body shaking slightly.

"really?" he scoffs, though his arm snakes it's way around my waist as he also turns over. my face flushes a little at this, both of now in silence as we breathe heavily.

my eyes flutter closed, drifting off into a surprisingly peaceful slumber. though, i can't help but wonder.

why?

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prettyyktskii · 7 months

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𝐏𝐋𝐄𝐀𝐒𝐄

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TW/CW :: swearing, alcohol, angst, nsfw, choking, they're tipsy but they're not drunk, IT'S CONSENSUAL ISTG

here's another smut part from one of my wattpad books, again, SPOILERS for that. read at ur own risk! i'm also open to requests tho :)

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i giggle lazily at something kirishima said, swaying on my feet to keep myself steady. this had gone from high school prom to college frat party very quickly. the once calm songs we were slow dancing to turning into loud beats, everyone jumping around and dancing as if they were at a club.

it was sickening.

or maybe the was the alcohol talking. i hadn't had enough to get myself drunk, but i was definitely getting a little tipsy. i had lost kaminari in the sea of people when i went off for a second drink. well, second turned into third.

"gonna go look for denki." i smile at kirishima who just chuckles at my change in demeanor, nodding his head as i spin around on my heel.

i push my way through the crowd, trying my best to focus my blurry eyes on the many bodies dancing about. this was going to be impossible. "denki?" i call out meekly, knowing damn well he wouldn't be able to hear me over the noise.

god, this place was trashed. i felt terrible for momo. i can only hope she expected this to happen, or at least will be able to get away with it. maybe this was her plan all along- to move the prom to her place just so she could throw a party.

as my thoughts trail further and further off, my mind seems to slip from finding kaminari. i'm quickly distracted by the new song that's playing. it's great.

i let myself forget about finding my friend as my hips seem to move on their own, my body moving and dancing with no care. my moves seem to slow down as my hips are grasped, holding me steady so i don't topple over. i'm very thankful for that.

the culprit leans his face down by my ear, hot breath fanning my face as a shiver runs down my spine. "you look so fucking good tonight." denki.

my eyes twinkle in amusement as i spin around to face him, humming a response. "thanks." i smile cheekily.

he looks into my eyes, seemingly fighting with the thoughts swarming in his drunken mind. he loses quickly, letting his thoughts take over as he leans closer. in an instant his lips are on mine, me returning the kiss desperately.

his hands go to my ass, gripping it tightly as he somehow deepens the kiss. slowly but surely, we seem to move further away from the swarm of people. soon enough we're heading up the stairs, not even thinking twice about the fact that we are in someone else's house.

we look around until we find a room that looks like it could be a guest room. we weren't about to use someone's bedroom for god's sake.

the door closes, denki immediately slamming me against it and pulling me into another kiss. he grips my wrists in his hand, slotting his knee in between my legs. i let out a low whine and he turns us around and walking us towards the bed, my legs hitting the back of the mattress.

this is normal, right? friends can hookup? yea, totally normal. nothing weird about this.

as my thoughts spin around i'm pushed down onto the bed, losing my train of thought and completely forgetting all of it. within a matter of seconds the zipper on my dress is down, my dress sliding off of my body.

i felt extremely exposed as kaminari was still fully clothed, so i pull him in by the collar of his shirt, kissing him as i tug on it. he gets the message, pulling off his shirt in a swift motion. my mind blanks before he pulls my underwear down quickly, throwing them to god only knows where.

the rest of his clothes are removed faster than i can process and his lips are instantly placed back on mine. i whimper lightly, tugging at his hair to pull him away for a moment. "please."

kaminari lets out an ungodly sound at this, grabbing my hair to tilt my head back, his lips attaching to my neck. "please what? what do you want, baby?" he mumbles against my skin, making me let out a groan.

"denki, please," i breathe out heavily. "fuck me."

he chuckles lightly, planting his lips on my neck softly before pulling himself up. "how could i say no to that?" he aligns himself with my entrance.

my breath hitches in my throat as he pushes himself into me, leaning closer to me as my arms go to his back. he groans as he pushes in the rest of the way, both of us breathing heavily already.

"oh god." i whimper as he begins to thrust into me, him groaning out.

kaminari continues thrusting into me at a slow pace while i adjust, both of us letting out stained moans. "god, the things i want to do to you." he breathes against my ear.

i use this as an opportunity, making a sly remark. "you could start by choking me."

kaminari's eyes widen a little, but he tries not to let it affect him. "a-are you sure?" he's still thrusting into me, but my previous words have sped up his pace.

"yes, denki, fuck." i almost want to laugh at his reaction, but i'm sure he was just looking out for me. "please."

that's all it takes for his hands to wrap around my throat, making my eyes roll back. "oh my god."

the room fills with the sounds of our moans, and the sounds of kaminari's hard thrusts. i can tell he's getting close as his moans become desperate and he takes my face into his hands, whining, "kiss me."

although it's hard to breathe as it is, i eagerly oblige, catching his lips in a heated kiss. my hands go into his hair, making him groan. it's not long before we're pulling away, gasping for air as it continues to be stripped from our lungs.

"oh god- fuck- y/n." denki pants, his hand going down to toy with my clit. the feeling is so sudden i almost cum on the spot, gasping out loud.

"oh," he moans out, the hint of a laugh traced within. "you like that?"

all i can do is let out a pathetic whimper, my voice not seeming to work. this makes denki start to go harder, picking up the pace. his hands squeeze at my neck a little tighter, making it impossible to breathe for a moment.

nothing but strained noises as i try desperately to let him know i'm close, though it does nothing as he seems to figure it out quickly. "y/n," he whines, going impossibly faster. "cum for me, baby."

i can't control myself as i let out a chicken choked moan, clenching around him as i cum hard. this sends him over the edge, cumming with me as we both struggle for breath.

he hands slowly move from around my neck, planting themselves beside my head as uses them for leverage while he pulls out.

"shit." he breathes, plopping down next to me. we breathe for a moment before he sits up, grabbing his pants off the floor.

"can you give me my dress?"

denki laughs as he turns to look at me, buttoning his pants. "you're going to sleep in that thing?"

i roll my eyes. "i don't have much of a choice," i say making grabby hands at him after pulling on my undergarments.

he reaches down onto the floor to presumably get my dress, coming back up and throwing it at me. wait a damn minute- since when was my dress white? i release it from it's balled up form to see that it is in fact not my dress, but denki's shirt.

i turn to look at him. "you sure?" i raise my eyebrows at him. it was a little chilly in there so it didn't seem fair to take his shirt, i would be fine in my dress.

"yep!" denki nods, laying down as he pulls the blankets over top of himself before a stupid grin spreads over his face and he stretches his arms out. "as long as you give me cuddles."

i laugh at his gesture, pulling the shirt over my head and getting under the blankets. he wraps his arms around me, pulling me closer and kissing the top of my head lightly before chuckling. "bakugou's gonna be pissed."

me eyes shoot open and i look at him with a frown. "denki, please." i mumble. "bakugou hates me."

denki laughs- like, full on laughs, and i thwack him on the head as if to say what the hell. "come on," he calms himself. "you can't be serious."

i groan. "denki, i don't really wanna talk about this." i look up at him, not really feeling like thinking about bakugou right now. "he acts like he wants me dead, it baffles me if you really can't see that."

i can tell he wants to say something, but he holds himself back as to not push me. we were both extremely worn out. "alright- i won't bother you."

i hum in response and he snuggles his face into my hair, making me chuckle. "g'night cutie."

my face flushes slightly, but thankfully he can't see it.

"night, denki."

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prettyyktskii · 7 months

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𝐒𝐎𝐌𝐄𝐓𝐇𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐌𝐎𝐑𝐄 𝐒𝐏𝐄𝐂𝐈𝐅𝐈𝐂 𝐈𝐍 𝐌𝐈𝐍𝐃

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TW/CW :: swearing, mention of alcohol, nsfw, rough, slight degradation, oral (m receiving)

this comes from one of my wattpad books, so uh- spoilers ig? anyways if u don't care feel free to read. just trying to get things started since i'm new to tumblr- i'm open to requests!

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it had been a week since the incident at the party- and things had only gotten a whole lot weirder. it had gone from i think he hates me to this has got to be some sort of sick joke. i mean seriously, was he fucking with me?

one minute he was calling me an idiot and telling me to fuck off, and the next he was calling me dumb names like princess and telling me to fuck him.

and the others had certainly picked up on it. to put an emphasis on that, mina was currently sitting at my apartment and had the very first thing she said when she walked through the door was, "girl, maybe you should just take him up on his offer."

i choke on air and my face becomes red as i violently swat at mina. "shut up!"

this only eggs her on as she laughs, "i'm just saying- you could cut the tension with a knife!"

just then tsu walks through my door, though i don't notice as i report to mina's last comment. "there is no tension!"

mina and i yell out in shock when tsu speaks, "between you and bakugou?" neither of us had seen her come in.

"ha!" ashido cackles, pointing at me like a little kid trying to accuse someone. "see! it's not just me! it's real tension." she has a satisfied smirk.

"ugh." my hands thread through my hair and i groan, watching tsu take a seat with us. "you're supposed to be on my side tsu!"

she chuckles a little before replying. "sorry. i only take sides with what i agree with, ribbit."

"you don't really think there's no tension between you guys, right?" mina questions more seriously. "i mean, why are you throwing him a birthday party?"

"because we're friends!"

i throw my hands into the air as mina and i argue pointlessly, asui telling us both to relax. we're so caught up in our screaming match that we don't hear the door open, nor do we hear the footsteps making their way towards us in the bedroom. "uh- guys?"

"what?!" mina and i shout in unison.

i regain my composure and look at kirishima who is now awkwardly scratching the back of neck. "if this is a bad time i-"

"do think there's any tension between y/n and bakugou?"

"mina!" i thwack her on the back of the head as i scold her.

eijirou becomes visibly uncomfortable. "um.. you know, we should really-"

"come on, just answer! we won't be mad at you!" she pleads.

"hey! you can't speak for me!" i complain.

"yes i can." she says matter-of-factly, turning her attention back to kirishima to await his response.

he sighs in defeat, knowing there's no way out of this. mina might legitimately melt him if he tried to leave. he might as well just answer. no harm, right? "okay, okay. yeah, i think there is. b-but doesn't everyone?!" he immediately catches himself and tries to defend himself.

"eijirou!" i say, acting offended.

"hey, look at the time!" he looks down at wrist that does not contain a watch. "we better go start setting up for the party before bakugou shows up!" he chuckles nervously before darting out of the room, the three of us following close behind.

deep down i knew it was true. i mean, i wasn't an idiot. but what was it all for? did he really want something? or was he just toying with me? stringing me along just to fall into his trap, humiliating me for the rest of my life. he wouldn't really do that, right?

right.

for now though, i needed to focus on this stupid party. i didn't know why i was doing this, what got into me?

we were having it at kirishima dorm, knowing damn well how pissed he'd be if he came to a mess in his own room. although, he'd probably already be pretty pissed that kirishima told me it was his birthday. it had taken him long enough to find out as is.

i knew that if i wanted to make sure bakugou didn't completely lose his shit, this needed to be good.

really good.

surprise, surprise.

no, really. surprise, surprise.

so far, everything had been going fairly well.

kirishima had gotten bakugou to the party by texting him and asking him to come hang out with him.

he reluctantly agreed.

when he arrived, we'd flicked the lights on, everyone yelling out, "surprise!"

he was pretty mad. but i was the least of his worries. now everyone knew when his birthday was. oops, guess i didn't think that one through very well. oh well?

after having a few drinks- forced upon him by kirishima- he had cooled down significantly. enough that we had convinced him for us to all take his gifts to his room. we weren't going to make him open them in front of us- i mean, he probably wouldn't have even if we asked him to. the least we could do though was help him out.

so a few of us- literally. me, bakugou, eijirou and tsu- carried an armful of gifts each to his dorm across the hall, placing them on his bedroom floor.

kirishima and asui head out to go back to the party, kirishima patting his friend on the back- of course earning an annoyed scowl from him. they don't seem to pay any notice when i stay behind, shutting the bedroom door for just a moment. i look away from the presents and down at the ground. "sorry i didn't get you anything."

it wasn't a slight to him or anything, i had just genuinely forgotten. i only found out about his birthday today and i had been so busy with setting up the party that it had slipped my mind.

bakugou stalks toward me like he did the night of my welcoming party, with that same stupid fucking smirk on his face. "that's okay, i had something more specific in mind anyway."

my mind goes blank and i look him, nervous and confused as a he draws his face closer to mine. his mouth goes to my ear, hot breath fanning my neck causing a shiver to run down my spine. his face is practically touching mine as his mouth hovers over my ear. "get on your knees."

my eyes go wide and my face turns red at the unexpected words, and i wonder if this was really happening. "i- w-what?"

his smirk only grows wider when he sees my face, placing his hands on either side on my face. "get on your fucking knees."

my knees buckle a little, but i force myself to stay up as i contemplate my decision. if i didn't do what he said, he was probably just going to push me onto my knees anyways.

not really wanting to be manhandled and thrown around like a rag doll, i very reluctantly sink down onto my knees.

the smirk never leaves his face as i watch him release the buckle on his belt.

holy shit. this was really happening.

i'm so distracted by the chaos running through my head that i don't notice when his pants seem to fall to his ankles- until something is smacking against my cheek. "what are you waiting for, dumbass? open that pretty mouth of yours."

i panic, hearing all of the thoughts spinning inside my head except for the one telling me to open my mouth. was this really about to happen? how was this happening? a few weeks ago he hated my guts.

my thoughts are cut off when my hair gets wrapped tightly around his fingers, my head being tilted up to look him in the eyes. "open your fucking mouth." he growls.

my mouth immediately opens before he quickly shoves himself inside of it, letting out a groan. i nearly choke at the sudden action.

"fuck.." he mumbles, before demanding, "suck."

my mind short circuits but i obey, hallowing out my cheeks as i suck him off.

"fucking shit.."

he's practically moaning, and my eyes are on the verge of rolling back into my head. i can't believe this is happening.

his hand is still wrapped in my hair as he guides me up and down the length of his cock. i couldn't fucking breathe, but in this moment i didn't seem to mind. nothing mattered more to me now than giving him the best gift he would receive tonight.

"oh, fuck." he moaned, causing me to let out a whimper. the vibrations the noise sends up his cock enough to make him grip my head tighter, holding me in place as he begins thrusting harshly into my mouth.

he tosses his head back, eyes shut tightly as he lets out small noises.

"fuck, look at you," he grunts, watching the scene unfold at his feet. "taking me like that- fuck, yes."

i let out a pathetic whine and he growls, somehow gripping my hair even tighter as he thrusts into me at a rapid pace. "what a little slut." i let out another noise around him and his eyes roll back. "my fucking slut."

his words spur me on, although i can't do much as he has a rough hold on my hair, keeping me still. so instead i whine around his length another time.

"fuck!"

his thrusts are harder now, his sounds more consistent. "gonna make me cum." he growls.

i let out another muffled whine and he presses me further into him. "fuck yeah. oh, god. y/n."

his noises get louder and his thrusts get sloppier, partially relying on me as he gives up a little, overwhelmed. it's only a few seconds before he lets out a loud moan and i feel him cumming, not bothering to slip out of my mouth and he holds me roughly.

soon he slides out, still holding onto my hair as he huffs out, "fucking swallow it."

again, i obey. only this time i don't have a second thought about it, my mind completely fucked out even though i hadn't done anything.

"good girl."

the praise makes me let out a small groan as i lean back into the carpet, out of breath. although i'm not the only one who's worn out, bakugou falling backwards onto his bed with a huff.

he pulls his pants back up but removes his shirt, tossing it down to me as he slides up in his into his natural sleeping position.

hesitantly i pick it up. i guess he wanted me to put it on, huh?

"um- c-can you turn around?" i mumble in the quiet room.

it doesn't stay quiet long though as bakugou lets out a loud laugh. "you just sucked my dick and you're seriously asking me to turn around?"

my face flushes in embarrassment but i silently agree with my stupidity. i feel his eyes on me as i remove my dress, not daring to look at him. i slide the t-shirt on over my head, nothing but my underwear beneath it.

"c'mere." he mumbles.

my reluctance seems to come back, though i still listen, climbing onto the bed beside him. his arm stretches over my body and wraps around my waist, his face going into the crook of my neck.

"thanks for the birthday present, sparky." i can practically hear the smirk through his condescending tone.

oh, god. did that really just happen?

#bnha #my hero academia #bakugou katsuki #bakugou x reader #katsuki bakugo x reader #bakugou smut #smut #mha smut #mha #kirishima eijirou #denki kaminari #mina ashido

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