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Demisexual Bakugou hcs!
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- We talk about Bakugou being bi so much but can we please discuss the possibility of him being demisexual?
- I say this as I feel he would only feel some sort of attraction to Midoriya, as they were both childhood friends and out of everyone in 1A he’s the one person who knows him personally apart from Todoroki and Kirishima
- Either way, hes a busy boi, romance is on the back burner for him
- So when he and Midoriya can somehow fit a date into their busy lives, it’s in a secluded place that isn’t in the public
- This is how I hc how Bakugou canonically got his love of mountain climbing
- He does have a love language though and that is gift giving
- On their one year anniversary, he got Midoriya a vintage all might figure he’d been searching on eBay for months for
- All in all, he tries his best with his feelings and just wants to see his lover happy
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valartsstuff · 2 days
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Commission for @slayfics for @unofficialmuilover as a gift!💓💓🌸
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hopeluna-archived · 9 months
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"What's that?"
"Its a paper ring, dummy"
He almost bursts out laughing at your expression of furrowed eyebrows but holds himself back when you scrunch your nose up at him.
Cute. He thinks.
He hums while inspecting the finger on which you slided the little ring on, a little torn and crumpled from the amount of times you had to redo it 'cause the tutorial video was going too fast but pretty nonetheless.
"Is this your way of proposing marriage to me?"
"I don't know, is it?"
Its your turn to laugh now from the comical way the smile from his face falls, his eyes frantically searching your serious expression, a facade you were finding hard to maintain right now. God, it really is fun to toy with him.
"Wait, what?!"
"I was joking." He lets out a little sigh of "oh thank god" under his breath. A sigh he regrets letting out when he hears your voice again, "oh so, you wouldn't wanna marry me?"
"What? No! I- I never said that"
"The "oh thank god" tells me otherwise"
He panics again when you raise your eyebrow at him in question, hands starting to sweat- did somebody turn the heater on? He's sure he turned it off a while ago-
Laughter cracks through the tense air as he turns to you on the floor, clutching your middle, slight tears in your eyes and a smile makes its way on his face without even thinking.
"You're a big meanie, you know that?" His smile grows when he doesn't get a response from you, only more laughter. "For the record, I would marry you in a heartbeat "
You wipe the tears from your eyes, laughter slowly dying as remnants of a smile remain etched on your face, "oh yeah, I know"
He doesn't take the paper ring off until it tears and falls from his finger and soon, another replaces it when he tells you to make him more of them.
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- Gojo Saturo, Yuta Okkotsu (jjk) ; Simeon, Satan (Obey Me!) ; Hawks, Ejirou Kirishima (bnha) ; Steve Harrington, Eddie Munson (stranger things) + anyone else you want
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ccerealbowl · 9 months
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Fellas, is it gay to cuddle your best bro throughout the night?
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hopeluna · 5 months
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CW: strong language?
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"The voices in my head are saying you're a slut."
You see his shoulders tense up from where you're sitting on the couch and then relax again as he turns around, putting his chopping to a halt to raise an eyebrow at you.
"A what?"
"You look like a slut, that's all", he would get offended at your blatant slut-shaming if it weren't for the subtle way you were trying to hide your face feeling hot.
A smirk spreads across his face slowly when he notices you rubbing your thighs a little, still not looking at him.
"Oh, so I can't go shirtless in my own house now?", he had to control the cheshire-like grin that threatens to spread across his face at your silence, "why? Does it turn you o-"
"No."
"You weren't saying that earlier in bed."
"Shut up."
He rounds the kitchen to walk where you sit with a amused sigh, "you're so cute sometimes", he plants a long, wet and annoying exaggerated kiss on the side of your neck, laughing when you yelp as he bites the skin there softly.
"Are you still hungry?"
You turn to look at him questioningly.
"I'll take that as a no."
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You don't have any idea what time it is anymore as you lay in bed contentedly, wrapped up in the sheets with him.
"You like being slut-shamed, don't lie"
You laugh lightly as you hear him mumble a sleepy 'shut up' from where his face is buried in the crook of your neck.
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- Gojo Satoru (jjk) ; Geto Suguru (jjk) ; Toji Fushiguro (jjk) ; Hawks (bnha) ; Ejirou Kirishima (bnha) ; Solomon (obey me) ; Asmodeus (obey me) ; Miguel O'hara (atsv) ; Steve Harrington (stranger things)
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nagitosstolenhand · 17 days
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not-kat · 1 month
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randomly got the urge to revisit an old flame
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frava8 · 1 year
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Happy birthday Shoto🔥❄️
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And a bonus🤣
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grapementos · 10 months
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ugly truth
pt 2 of this. pt 3 here.
aged up bakugo x reader
cw: descriptions of a panic attack, hospitals
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a month had passed since you walked out on katsuki, walked out on your life, your home--everything you knew.
a number of your friends, along with plenty of katsuki's (who were mutual friends at this point), had reached out to you, offering a place to stay.
mina, kirishima, denki, and sero in particular were constantly checking on you and shooting you texts in case you needed to talk.
you knew they meant well, for they were bakugo's closest friends and knew how mean he could be. occasionally, you spent a night with them, the five of you coming together to watch a movie or play a game.
however, you knew they talked to bakugo too, so you remained cautious and never overshared--especially to kirishima. he was bakugo's right hand, his best friend since u.a.
there was no way you were going to show any semblance of missing bakugo, not around him.
once you found your own place, you'd distanced yourself from them, avoiding overstaying your welcome.
after they helped you move into your apartment and yet again reminded you, "if you need anything, we're here! really, anything at all!" you settled into your new space, suddenly feeling so alone.
for the first time in what felt like eternity, there was pure silence.
and then there wasn't.
the loudness, the static in your mind overpowered everything, several emotions washing over you like tidal waves. each wave was bigger than the last, merciless as it dragged you under, filling your nose and lungs with doubt, regret, sadness, anger.
"fuck," you whispered, pulling a pillow to your chest, "fuck."
you sobbed into the pillow, draining yourself of every ounce of strength and independence you thought you had.
you and bakugo had been together for three years--three years that you spent falling asleep, knowing you'd wake up to his face in the morning, three years of cooking meals large enough for two people, three years of habitually closing the shower curtain after your shower because it irked him when it was left open, three years of keeping the sodas on the left side of the fridge and water on the right.
three years. how can you unlearn three years worth of habits? let go of three years worth of comfort?
i can't do this, i can't. i can't be alone.
your subconscious was destroying you, and you hated that you felt like it was right. how could you survive alone?
your chest tightened, and the room spun and spun as the oxygen left your lungs too quick, overworking your circulatory and respiratory system.
"i need him-" you choked out, grasping desperately at nothing, nothing that could help you ground yourself.
a wave of dread rolled through you, sending your body into complete and total panic. just as you moved to stand, to grab your phone and call whoever, you felt a sense of airiness before your body tapped out, sending you straight back down to the floor.
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"yeah, they're okay." a pause, "no, i just found them like this. i didn't know what else to do."
you groaned quietly, slowly blinking your eyes open to a stark, off-white ceiling. the blinding light made you regret it immediately, not to mention the pounding headache, swollen eyes, and nasty-feeling skin.
"y/n? you awake?" you recognized mina's voice from right beside you.
"yeah, god," you mumbled, hesitantly cracking an eye open, "hospital?"
"yeah. sorry, i just.." she trailed off, looking down at her shoes, "i found a pair of shoes you left at my place and wanted to give them back. then i found you just.. out cold."
you scrunched your eyes as you tried to remember anything before the onyx pit you were dropped into but thinking just hurt your head more.
"kirishima's on his way. he's super worried, you know." she chuckled, grabbing your hand, "he hates hospitals."
you squeezed her hand, finally managing to open your eyes fully, "me too. they stink."
she laughed, scooting her chair closer to your bed, "do you remember what happened?"
you tried to concentrate, pondering what you were doing. obviously, you had just moved in and..
"oh." you sighed, suddenly feeling stupid. of course, you'd been crying like the damn baby katsuki said you were, "i think i was just anxious. you know, new place and all."
"you could've stayed living with me, you know. i don't mind your company at all."
you shook your head, "i have to," your voice cracked a little, but you hid it with a cough, "i have to move past this. get on with my life."
"but there's no rush, y/n, you know--"
"where are they?" your body stiffened at the voice echoing off the linoleum and into your ears, triggering the code red alarm inside your head.
suddenly, the door slammed open and in walked a terrified looking katsuki and a guilty kirishima.
you scooted yourself back into the plastic barrier of the bed, clenching the bars, "what the hell is he doing here?"
"y/n, are you okay? what happened?" katsuki approached the bed, inspecting you for any injuries.
"get the hell away from me!" you winced at the pull on the iv in your arm as you moved impossibly farther away from him.
the heart monitor beside you was picking up, your blood pressure climbing higher and higher the closer he got.
mina stepped between the two of you before he could say anything, "kiri, what the hell? why would you bring him?"
"you were on speaker in my car when you told me, and we were together!" he explained frantically, "he didn't listen to me."
she shook her head, pushing katsuki towards the door, "you shouldn't be here. they don't wanna see you."
he looked past her, pleading at you with his eyes, "please, y/n, i'm so sorry, okay? i need you, okay? i need you, and i need to know that you're okay."
"y/n?" mina looked back at you, silently asking what she should do.
"i don't want to see him." you looked away, unable to look in his eyes for fear of falling victim to their lure.
without hesitation, mina ushered him to the exit despite his protests, almost getting him completely out when there was a thud on the linoleum.
katsuki was on his knees, his arm outstretched above his head as he clutched something in his fist.
for a moment, you expected him to set off an explosion or anything of the crazy sort.
you flinched as he opened his fist, fully expecting to be blown to bits.
instead, the fluorescent lights bounced off the shine of what you were 101% sure was an engagement band.
the other two in the room gasped, kirishima releasing his quirk that had instinctively taken over the front of his body.
"i was gonna ask you," he choked out, "before i quit the agency. but then everything went south and, and i--i just, i lost sight, y/n, and i'm so sorry. i'll be better, i swear it."
your hand covered your mouth, though you were speechless anyways. instinctively, you felt anger. how could he do this to you? here? now? after you'd wound up in the hospital because of him?
"how dare you," you spat, tears welling up in your eyes, "how dare you do this to me? do you enjoy hurting me, huh? tearing me apart just to build me back up again? do you get off on that--that glory?"
he was crying too, his eyes pleading, "i don't wanna hurt you. i'll go to therapy, i'll change, i swear. whatever you want me to do, i'll do it right now."
you swallowed hard around the ball in your throat, "leave. leave me alone and stay the hell out of my life."
hospital staff came flooding into the room before katsuki could respond, ushering the three of them out, "i'm sorry, this hospital has low tolerance for commotion like this. security will see you out."
you had never been more grateful that you were in a hospital, relief flooding your body as you turned onto your side, letting the tears run down your cheeks.
it wasn't fair. he knocked you about a hundred tiny steps back, considering you'd only taken a hundred tiny steps in the past month. your heart was throbbing, and a large part of you couldn't help but question your decision.
what if he really would change, get better? he was the love of your life. no one had ever loved you better.
extremely stressed, you found yourself questioning whether you'd made the right decision.
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wow, i was super surprised by the amount of support. it was meant to be a standalone, but now i’m pretty sure there will be a 3rd part. thank you so much for the support! 🩷
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writingwhileblvck · 7 months
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Ladies and gentlemen of the jury, if I know one thing, it's that if you were a religion then Mr. Eijiro Kirishima would be a faithful believer. Do hear me? You are a drug to this man, he quite literally craves you. God he just loves everything about you. Your smile, your laugh, your body, your pussy. He's hooked.
When he gets home after a long day of patrol, or doing paperwork, he bee lines right for you. And it doesn't matter what your doing at the time, he's throwing over his broad shoulder and taking you to your shared bedroom (or the couch, whichever is closest honestly) and burying himself in between those juicy thighs.
This man eats your pussy like a man starved. Licking, slurping, sucking on your poor little clit that's just so swollen after he's made you cum over, and over at this point. In this state, Kirishima is so deep in your sweet cunt he doesn't even pay you any mind as you practically shove his head away.
You were unsuccessful obviously thanks to the death grip he has on your thighs. He'd have them pinned to your chest putting your glistening cunt on full display for him. And the orgasm that will rip through you will be so intense all you can do is scream his name as you squirt all over his chest.
And as you lay there shaking, and overstimulated. Kirishima will emerge from your thighs drenched in your juices, his muscular chest rising and falling with excitement. He'll look down at your tear stained face and smirk. And then, slowly, he'll lean over you, look you in your eye and say
"I'm gonna fuck dumb sweetness. Make these pretty thighs shake for me. you'd like that, huh sweetness?"
Let's just say you had to call in sick the following day.
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bakubunny · 6 months
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i personally need kirishima to hurt me and make it all better. *insert depraved bs here bc i’m always goin on abt the same shit*
tw: dark content, rough sex, spitting, hair pulling, degradation
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thinkin abt a good hate fuck from eijiro. like he doesn’t even try to be gentle or prep you for his stupid thick, beer can dick that hurts like hell without some work, just gets his dick wet by grabbing you by the hair to slobber on him a bit and goes for it. the sting is so bad that tears prick at the corners of your eyes when he slams back into you after pushing in, setting a hard, fast pace. your breathing is heavy and your cheeks burn, but not because of pleasure.
eijiro grunts and groans as he pushes your head harder into the sheets; he doesn’t want to give you the dignity of looking at your face when he does this to you, rails you like you mean nothing to him. you’re sobbing, so completely overwhelmed by everything you’re feeling that you can’t form words, but he doesn’t stop. his heavy balls slap against your clit in a way that only makes you clench down harder instead of relaxing into his thrust, the weight and strength of his hips pushing into you making you feel dumb and helpless.
but even through your tears, you can hear and feel the lewd squelching of your cunt as you get wetter. eijiro grabs your face and spits on your cheek. “…that’s right, bitch. cry harder. i know that’s what you fucking need. need to be treated like shit just to cum, don’t you?…”
it is, and he knows it too.
“…better fucking cum on my cock or this load is going all over your face, whore. can’t have you thinking you get my cum if you’re too stupid to get off when i fuck you….”
even through the pain, your head is swirling as a shudder rolls down your back and you shake, cumming so hard that it only makes your fat tears fall faster. the tight, erratic squeeze of your cunt makes eijiro groan as heat floods you and he paints your walls white.
soon enough, he’s holding you tight, but for an entirely different reason as he lays down and pulls you into his chest, letting you cling as long as you need.
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digitaldarkpaw · 6 months
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The boys are decorating 🎃
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crushmeeren · 4 months
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Eijirou is the best daddy to your little boy. As such, he deserves a little bit of break every now and then. After all, he’d taken the past few days off from grueling hero work to deal with an entirely different type of beast. A three year old who still acts as if he’s in his terrible two’s era.
If you’re being honest , you’d been a bit overwhelmed lately with the little boy—who’d just manifested his own quirk, much to your chagrin. Similar to his daddy’s, with a twisted version of yours thrown in.
Not to mention inheriting Eijirou’s shark teeth. So here you have a three year old boy with a mouth full of razors, who can manipulate shadows. Force them to harden and take shape as 3D figures & partially harden his skin. A recipe for a migraine.
It’s getting close to evening when Eijirou slips off his headset, ruffling his fingers through his loose, soft hair to try and tame it—useless, he knows. He had only taken 30 minutes to play a short game with Bakugou in the peaceful sanctity of your bedroom before telling the blonde he had to go.
Logging off quickly when his best friend started to curse about Eijirou kicking his ass. The red headed man is laughing to himself when he hears a loud crash from the kitchen, making him jump. Followed by a sharp gasp escaping you. So much for peace & quiet.
“Mikoto! No sir, absolutely not, you do not treat things with disrespect just because you don’t get what you want,” you scold, voice laced with irritation. Eijirou is already rounding the corner to the kitchen by the time you finish speaking.
“No mama! I want juice!” Mikoto yells, edging on hysterical. Eijirou takes in the scene. A doll with its head ripped off is scattered on the ground. As well as a small, somewhat humanoid shaped shadow holding Mikoto’s sippy cup. Eijirou’s eyebrows raise to his hairline as he watches the shadow hurl the cup to the floor. Top exploding, water splashing everywhere.
“Mikoto,” Eijirou rumbles, stopping your son dead in his tracks. A look of relief crosses over your face as you make brief eye contact with Eijirou as your little boy spins around.
“Daddy, Mama’s being mean, she won’t give me juice,” Mikoto whines, tears welling up in his sharp red eyes, curling his little hands into fists. His nose is scrunched in anger—it would be cute if he wasn’t being a holy terror. Eijirou sighs through his nose softly, bending down to match your son’s eye level.
“Miko, Mama isn’t doing it to be mean, she’s doing what’s best for you—and that includes drinking water. You know you’re not supposed to treat your Mama or your things badly right?” Eijirou asks, voice gentle but firm.
He settles a large hand on Mikoto’s shoulder, squeezing in a comforting gesture. Mikoto lets his shadow figures melt away, looking guilty.
“Right,” Mikoto sulks, hesitantly looking at Eijirou through the black hair obscuring part of his face. He sniffles once and rubs his small fists against his eyes, seemingly calming down.
Eijirou hums reassuringly but then Mikoto chooses violence, stomping his foot and raising his chin up. Your eyes widen as you watch the scene unfold from behind.
“Miko-,” You’re cut off by a high pitched wail.
“I want juice Daddy!” Mikoto sobs loudly, tears spilling over his lashes, down his cheeks and wetting his shirt. Eijirou immediately scoops up your son in his arms, standing to his full height.
He catches the exhausted look on your face as he rubs Mikoto’s back soothingly. Who is currently crying so hard into his shoulder you think he might throw up. His little, slightly harden fingers fisting Eijirou’s shirt.
“You can leave the mess, I’ll take care of it and the crab apple here,” He teases. “You should nap my love, I think Mikoto needs one too” Eijirou winces, voice raising in volume so you can hear him over the crying.
“You sure Ei?” You prod gently, chest blossoming with overwhelming love & gratitude for the man before you. Eijirou just nods his head in the direction of the bedroom and you send a withering look his way before giving in.
You mouth I love you at him and he grins radiantly, returning the gesture sweetly—even with a toddler scream crying & blowing out his ear drum.
You waste no time darting past the two of them, letting your fingers trail shortly over both of them as you pass by. The wailing fades to the background as you shut your bedroom door. You can vaguely hear Eijirou whisper sweet, calming words to your son. You stumble to your bed, face planting and burrowing under the covers, passing out almost instantly.
What must be at least a couple hours later, you wake up to a dark room, stretched out on your belly and realizing it must be nighttime by now. You perk up an ear, breathing a sigh of relief at the lack of crying piercing the air. You get up, cracking open the bedroom door as quiet as humanly possibly before padding out to the living room.
Your heart aches pleasantly at the sweet sight you stumble upon. The soft glow from the kitchen night light is bathing the living room, the only other source of light coming from the TV. Eijirou is lying on his back along the couch. One arm folded under his head, the other palm resting protectively over Mikoto’s back.
Both boys are fast asleep, your toddler lounging without a care in the world on Eijirou’s chest, cheek squished cutely. You take it upon yourself to poke around the kitchen, finding no signs of mutilated dolls or small bodies of water.
What you do find, is a hand made card resting on the counter top. A giant, poorly drawn heart on the front. It reads “sorry mama”, on the inside. Your cheeks warm and your eyes sting—drowning in gut wrenching love for your two boys.
Stepping over to the couch you cover them with a soft, fuzzy blanket—bending over to kiss them both quickly on the head. Neither of them stir, dead to the world. Fondly you think to yourself, Eijirou really is the best daddy.
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ccerealbowl · 6 months
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Dodging kisses
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venus-as-aboy · 1 month
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Thinking about how Bakugo loves to watch you and Kirishima fight.
Everyone knows Bakugo hates it when you spar with anyone but him.
Today you had no choice.
After Aizawa partnered you up with Kirishima, the blond was livid staring daggers at the poor boy the moment you two were assigned together. Kirishima tried his best to soothe his friend's mind, trying to tell him how “he won’t get too close” and how he’s “only fighting you because Aizawa said so”.
He lied obviously. He’s been dying to get his hands on you. The boys not blind, he sees how you’re not afraid to get all close and personal. How you’d use your thighs to strangle your opponent into tapping out or sit on the shoulders of his friend to keep him pinned down. And he definitely hasn’t fantasized about the dirty shit you say to throw your partner off. I mean it’s not his fault your so damn hot.
The rules were simple. No quirks, no leaving the circle, and to win you need a proper three-second pin.
Even though close range was your specialty Kirishima dominates you in size and strength. To say this was gonna be a difficult fight was an understatement. The fight consisted of you trying your best to get out of his grasp, but of course it's even harder when you're getting so turned on by how rough he's being with you. You know it's wrong, especially because your temperamental boyfriend is only feet away. But you can't help it when he has you like this. Your arms are held behind your back, as his other hand grabs at your waist to keep you from turning, with your face smushed into the floor. You are already so wet, with his crotch nestled so perfectly on your ass. You arched your back to get just a little more friction on your aching heat and try your best to not think of what your boyfriend would do if he knew how desperate you were for his best friend.
Little do you know Bakugo is harder than he's ever been watching you too fight so hard to win. A snarl creeps onto his face as his ruby eyes burn into the sight before him. He wants so badly to be mad and rip the two of you apart, but he can’t ignore the growing ache in his pants.
The creep wants to cum right then and there. Fuck the consequences, fuck the rest of the class, he wants to fuck himself watching you two fuck fight like wild animals.
“Let go of me asshole” you said through gritted teeth as you struggle for a way out. The redhead feels you thrashing around, pushing right up on his now hard dick. “Just give up then” he groans as he leans down to rub himself on you get you off your feet. “Like hell, I will” You struggle for a second, before quickly dropping to your knees and sending ur head back to headbutt the now off-balance man. You move quickly to straddle his shoulders, grabbing him by the hair to keep his head down. But you aren’t strong enough to keep him down. He quickly grabs the backs of your knees folding you in half. The red perv used his body weight to keep you there, knees to your ears.
He started counting in a teasing tone “Onee… oh come on love, you're not done are you?” You can do nothing but pant as you feel his erection planted firmly on your back. “Twoo…” he leans in, breath ghosting on your thigh. “You don’t think I felt you grinding on me? Such a needy girl for me baby.” His voice drips with lust in a deep raspy tone. You whimper letting out the softest “please” before Kirishima quickly jolts off. Bakugou now standing above you, Kirishimas shoulder in his tense hand.
Before you can even get the words out he speaks first. “In my room right after class or you're dead” releasing his grip on Kirishima, letting him fall to the floor. “Both of you” he demanded before storming off to the locker room.
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Thank you so much for reading🙏🙏Please forgive any mistakes this is my first fic and it’s not fr proof read.💀
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ktskibkg0 · 2 months
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Shit...you too!?
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