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TAMING OF THE CREW

Bakusquad x Fem!reader Insert

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I recently read a great story on Tumblr by @succubisblog

Bakusquad G*ngbang Drabble 18+ - Link to story (also reblogged on my Tumblr account). If you want to read it first.

Love a great GB, but got me thinking about how I could make a sequel with a TWIST! You know I LOVE me some fluffy GngBng!!

Enjoy!!

STOP! If you are not over 18, please DNI

4 men 1 woman/use of slut/whore/praise/daddy/baby girl. Blowjob, toys, penetration/ references to anal sex

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Sitting in the living room, you suck down a coffee while typing on your laptop, you glance at the clock, not much time, you need to finish.

“Hey, (y/n), you’re not streaming yet?” Looking up you see Mina come out of her bedroom. She stumbles and collapses onto the couch. “Fuck,” she moans.

“What the hell?” You move in time as her head almost lands in your lap.

“Sorry,” she spins around looking up, her skin white and sweaty. Touching her forehead lightly you frown, furrowing your brows. “Crap,” she touches her face, “that bad?”

“Kinda,” you turn your attention back to the computer. “I heard you went to the frat party last night. The football players?” You give her a hard stare.

“They had a live band!” She whines.

Shrugging you laugh, “you know why those guys hire them, right?”

“I know, I know, but-”

“Fuck!” The door slams as your other roommate storms into the apartment throwing down her grocery bags.

“Whoa! What the hell girl? What’s wrong?”

Looking up she just shakes her head, putting away her food.

You notice Mina covering her face, glancing between the two of them, you watch as food is all but thrown into the fridge.

“Seriously, what’s wrong?”

“Mina,” she shoves her empty bags into the pantry and stalks to the couch. “Next time you get drunk at their fucking frat house, you” she points in her face, “are on your own!” Marching down the hall she disappears into her room, slamming her door.

“What happened to-” you pause seeing the look on Mina’s face. “No,” you cover your mouth, looking down the hall and back at her, she nods. “With her?” She nods again. “Of all the people, I never thought she’d get pulled into that nonsense.”

“Helllloooo!” Ochako opens the door, her cheeks red from the cool air. Pulling off her coat, she plops into the chair across from you. “It feels nice in here, but we should turn the heat up,” she rubs her arms. You throw a blanket at her. Laughing she wraps herself up, “what’s wrong with her?” She nods towards Mina.

“Hungover.” Mina moans loudly as emphasis.

“Crap you didn’t go to the frat party last night did you?”

“I did but Bakugou called an Uber for me.” You snort loudly grabbing your computer, you begin typing again. “What?!” Mina looks up at you.

“Only because,” you cast a look down the hall, “someone else was getting gangbanged, otherwise it would’ve been you Mina.”

“Oh shit!” Ochako leans forward, “did-”

“Yes,” Mina sighed, getting up. “She came to get me last night because I was drunk and I guess she got sweet-talked into playing with them.”

“She hates them!”

“She does,” you agree.

“You can’t trust them,” Mina quips.

“Then why’d you go?” Ochako’s voice is icy, almost snippy.

“They had Wrong Way/One Way playing last night,” Mina pulls the other blanket off the couch and curls around the fuzzy softness. “You know how much I like them...” her voice trails off as she picks at the edge of the blanket.

“How does anyone get sweet-talked into ‘playing’ with those guys,” you roll your eyes. “They think they’re god’s gift to sex.” You look back at the computer keeping your eyes downcast, you don’t want them to see the disappointment in your eyes. “Who was there last night?” You side-eye Mina.

“I think just Kiri, Bakugou and Denki?” She shakes her head, “I can’t imagine all those cocks at once could be that good,” giggling as she buries her face in the blanket.

“Um,” Ochako coughs slightly blushing, “it’s pretty amazing.” Looking up, your brows shoot up. Blushing redder, she looks away.

“You too?”

“Not all of them, it was just Bakugou and Kirishima,” she jumps up, going into the kitchen, she grabs the kettle. “Anyone want tea?”

“I do,” Mina looks up, “I can’t believe you fucked them Ochako!” She bites her lip, “so is it true?”

“What true?” Ochako flips the heat on the kettle and pulls out the tea.

Shrugging she picks more at the blanket, “I heard they can make you orgasm like ten times.” You peer at her for a moment and look back at Ochako.

“Ten is an exaggeration, but,” she smiles wistfully, “it was close.”

“Seriously?” Mina stands up, her skin growing paler, “oh shit, I shouldn’t move that fast.”

“Sit down before you puke on the rug,” you push her back. “So, how many times did they cum?” Ochako crinkles her forehead.

“Crap, (Y/n),” she laughs, “I can’t remember, maybe two times each?”

“Anything else?”

“Anything else?” She tilts her head, giving you a quizzical look, “besides cumming?”

“Did they tie you up? Blindfold you?” You turn off your computer, it’s time to stream soon.

“Oh!” Ochako blooms another shade of red. “No, Bakugou controls the whole thing, he told Kiri what to do with me,” a soft smile plays on her lips. “And he gets pretty verbal, things like ‘be a good whore’ and ‘look only at me’. He has a daddy kink too.” She pours hot water over the tea and lifts one for you.

“He does?” standing up you grab the tea cup, “thanks.”

“What are you doing? A research paper on them?” Ochako laughs nervously as she hands Mina one of the mugs.

“Sort of,” you give her a weak smile as you pick up your stuff and walk down the hall.

“Good luck on your stream,” Mina calls as you head into your room.

Sitting down on your bed, you sigh heavily. Katsuki Bakugou was someone that had been stuck in your head for a long time. You’d been in a freshman class your first semester with him and his whole crew. They’d been different then, as nervous as everyone else, well everyone but Bakugou, he’d been cocky from the start.

Stop it!

Scolding yourself, you focus on getting ready for class, Rolling out your yoga mat, you set up the ring light, still trying to shake off those feelings from long ago. Try as you might though, unwanted memories continue floating through your mind. Somehow you’d ended up at the same table as them and had been assigned to a project with Bakugou. It had been a complicated research presentation and you’d had to meet several times. What you discovered was that he was actually a fairly nice person, not something most knew about him. While you had hid it well, it was during that time you’d fallen for him, nursing a one-sided crush. It was right after that project he’d pledged the fraternity with all of his friends and then you rarely saw him, except for tests or presentations. You found out someone was taking notes for the group and based on the stories you knew they were either on the football field or throwing parties. Their fraternity parties were getting more wild and word spread about their legendary gangbangs. You’d steered clear of them at that point and pushed away your feelings for Bakugou. Well, at least tried, you still listened to the rumors and it was the growing stories of their sexual prowess that had piqued your interest. Not that you ever planned on getting sucked into their shit, but it was around that time you started your journey into increasing your own sexual abilities. You weren’t sure why…or did you know? Smiling, you sit and flip on your stream. In some way you still feel weirdly connected to him, like a itch that had never been scratched. You’d been motivated to think you could be his equal or maybe better and deep down you do know why. “Ten orgasms,” you mutter sarcastically but an intense ache throbs through your clit, sucking in a deep breath, you look up at the ceiling. The fantasy you nursed was quite simple, you’d dreamed that you could make him so desperate from your sexual abilities that he’d devote himself to you. Laughing off the wild dream, you see the camera light click red.

“Alright, we are almost done for tonight everyone,” you sit down on your mat. The room is softly lit now by candles, your ring light turned down. “Great job, remember this session is for new people and I know,” you hold up your hands, “in the beginning you don’t think you feel anything. Trust me, I was there once too.” Pausing as you read some comments, you laugh at the sarcastic quips, “I promise in a few months your muscles will get stronger and before you know it, you’ll be able to really tell the difference.” Stretching your arms over your head, you read more in the chat. “Hi Simpplaidgirl,” you laugh to yourself, the user names always make you chuckle. “I stream twice a week to go over exercises and questions. I know these seem really basic but,” you sit up tall pointing to your lower abdomen, “we need to increase the strength in our pelvic floor muscles before learning how to isolate our vaginal walls. The beginning is just doing contractions, but as you advance we will move on to squeezing and learning how to move the right and left sides compared to the front and back of our canal. In fact, you will be able to lock, twist and pulse your partner’s penis deep inside you.” You wink, “I can even suck a vibrator completely into my vagina, push it out and pull it back in again,” wiggling your fingers, “with no hands.” Grinning you see the comments flying through one after the other. “I know, I know but look if I can do it, so can you. Right now though we need to stretch and then anyone who wants to stay,” you hold up a dildo, “we’ll be going over blowjob techniques.” You lay back looking into the camera, “now, lift up your right leg and cross it over your left.”

Running as fast as you can down the hall, you see the room number, “finally,” you hiss out and dash into the room. Stopping you manage to grab the door before it bangs shut behind you. A few people look up and then back to the professor, who is writing out the lecture notes on the board. Scanning the room you spy a table with a couple of open chairs and race to it, sitting down quickly, you pull out your laptop. Taking a moment to breathe you pick up on what the professor is saying. A small cough to your right gets your attention, looking over you freeze, hands hovering above your keyboard. It’s him, your heart leaps in your chest, blood pounds almost painfully through your body. A cocky grin sweeps across his face, winking Katsuki smirks at you. You finally manage to smile back but realize he’s already focused on the lecture again. Shaking your head you quickly start copying what is on the board. After a few moments you cast a quick glance back around the table, your stomach doing a flip, they’re all there. Eijiro smiles at you briefly as he types into his computer, Kaminari is busy playing on his phone. Swallowing hard you realize you picked the absolute worst seat in the world, the only one missing is Sero. The door closes again and someone crosses the room and sits in the empty seat next to you, looking over you almost groan out loud, it’s Sero. He grins at you as he pulls out his computer. Focusing on the professor you refuse to smile back, trying to pretend you’re anywhere else. The lecture isn’t long, you breathe a sigh of relief as the professor wraps up.

“I have a small project for each table to complete over winter break,” he points to a stack of papers. “This isn’t difficult but it’s an excellent warm up for our final.” Someone grabs the papers and starts handing them out. “Let’s not get fancy, whatever table you're with right now is your group. Please write your names on one of the papers going around so that I know who is at what table. This should only take you a couple of weeks, so good luck everyone.”

Your mouth falls open as the TA slides the blank sheet of paper onto your table. Denki writes his name and pushes it to Kiri who slides it over to Sero, grabbing the sheet from him, Bakugou quickly scribbles on it and hands it back to the assistant.

“Uh, wait!” You reach out towards the TA as he walks away. “Hey,” you glare at Katsuki, “what about me?”

“What about you?”

The gleam in his eye makes you pause, “I need to put my name on the list.” You wonder why you’re even arguing. “I actually have to get a good grade in this class,” you huff, as much as you hate to work with them, you have to keep up your gpa for your grad school applications.

Packing up his bag, he shrugs, “I put your name down.”

“You - You know who I am?” Your voice slowly rises in disbelief.

Ignoring you, he picks up a packet, “let’s meet on Thursday to get this done.” All three men look at him curiously.

“We have two weeks Bakugou,” Sero laughs, “what’s the rush?”

“I want to get it done, what the fuck’s the problem?”

Peeking at them as you push your computer into the bag you see everyone exchange quick glances, Kiri looks at you, an unreadable expression on his face.

“Thursday good for you? Um, sorry I don’t know your name.” Kiri asks, still looking at you.

“(Y/N), I’m Mina’s roommate,” Kaminari swings his head to look at you, a lascivious look on his face. You scowl at him, “other roommate.”

“Oh.”

“You room with Ochako too,” Eijiro closes his computer, his eyes twinkling.

“I do,” your voice clipped, you grab one of the project packs. “I have a better idea, let’s assign duties and that way we can work online.”

“We have to get to practice,” Bakugou shoves back his chair. Reaching over he writes a number on your paperwork, “text me to confirm Thursday or we’ll find another day.” He starts for the door.

Staring at the phone number, your mind is spinning, you need to figure something out quickly. “Thursday I have something and I’m usually slammed during the week, how about this weekend?” You smile wide, they always have parties or games, weekends would never be good for them.

“We can do Friday,” Kaminari is already looking at his phone, “bye week this week.”

“Oh, what’s a bye week?” You ask lamely, Friday night was definitely worse.

“Means no game,” Kiri throws his bag over his shoulder, “we can meet anytime after 5, just let Bakugou know when you can get together.” Giving you a long look, he follows the rest of the group.

“(Y/N)?” You turn to see Ochako at a table across the way. “Where were you?” Standing, she watches them leave, “I saved you a seat.”

Closing your eyes, you want to cry, “I forgot they changed rooms this week and went to the auditorium.”

“Oh shit. So, who are you working with on the project?” She cocks a brow knowingly.

“No one,” you groan, grabbing your bag. “Let’s go.”

Sitting on your bed, you bite your lip, your finger hovering over your phone. Finally you type in his number. You’ve already decided that a public place was the only way you’d meet with them.

(Y/n) - Friday is fine, 6 pm at the library

The text sits unread, waiting a few minutes, you breathe out. “Crap,” you set down the phone just as it flashes with his response.

(Bakugou) - Library closed early on Friday, meet at our fraternity house - same time.

“What?!” Opening the campus website you scroll quickly to the information page, there on the top is the announcement of the library closure on Friday through Monday. “Nooo!” You wail, staring at the screen trying to think of any other place.

(Y/n) - No, a cafe instead

(Bakugou) - You know I don’t like working at places like that, fraternity house or ask the prof for a different group.

You can practically hear the growl behind the text. “Shit,” clearly he knows who you are and remembers the time you’d spent working on the last project. He’d never wanted to meet anywhere public and had always insisted on the private dorm study rooms available only to freshmen. Sighing, you debate your choices. Your phone flashes with another text.

(Bakugou) - Worried?

Snorting you glare at your phone. “Yes,” you mumble.

(Y/N) - No

(Bakugou) - See you Friday then, 6 pm - our house.

“Ugh!” Flopping down on your bed, you hug your pillow. Why, why, why? Why did you wait to take this class with Ochako, you’d be done by now! Why did you forget the classroom change today? Sighing you close your eyes, outside of asking for a table switch, which you dreaded, the damn professor had been anything but nice, you’d have to go and work on the project with them. Picking up your phone you read through the texts again. He’d remembered you, a small thrill courses through your body. You’d figured he’d forgotten, but he’d actually remembered your name. Sitting back up, you touch the screen of your phone, the thrill turning into a deeper ache. Friday night, hugging your knees, the swirling of nervous energy in your stomach turns into a full storm blowing through your body. Isn’t this what you’d wanted all along? “Here’s your chance girl, grab it,” you whisper but you're still trembling. You’d spent over two years perfecting your skills for one man, you steel yourself, even if he comes with a pack, it was worth everything. It would be a challenge but you wanted him to be the one having ten orgasms. Laughing, you jump up, opening your closet and begin picking out your clothes carefully.

Getting out of your car, you smooth your clothes. You chose a simple black skirt and a soft low cut blouse that showed the swell of your breasts without being blatant. Underneath you wore black silk thigh highs with your favorite dark pink lingerie set, a butt plug firmly in place. You’d hydrated, eaten right, cleaned everything and packed your toys, since your past boyfriends always struggled to bring you to orgasm, you’d decided to bring your personal equipment, in case the rumors weren’t true. Working your way to the large fraternity house, you knew you were more than prepared physically. Squeezing your pussy walls together in a quick whipping motion you try to make yourself feel confident. If something did happen and anyone was going to be begging for more tonight, it would be them. The fantasy you’d nursed for three years was taking shape as you stepped up on the wide porch, gripping the handle of your backpack tightly, you bravely knock on the door. It swings wide as Denki smiles and waves.

“There you are.”

Your heart leaps in your chest. Smiling back your calm face hides the crazed emotions rolling through your mind and body.

“Come in,” he motions for you to follow him through the large home. Walking through the expansive hallway, you stare at the multitude of paintings and pictures, the house is really beautiful.

“How does this place stay so nice?”

“What?” Denki turns to look at you following your gaze.

“The parties,” you explain.

“Oh, those are held out back,” he waves his hand over his head, “there’s a rec room that way, we try to keep these areas free of all that shit.”

“That's gotta be hard,” you note the wood is in almost perfect condition. He laughs and bounds up the steps, turning he watches you come up the rest of the stairs not moving as you step on the top step.

“You’re really pretty,” Kaminari appraises your body, “what a waste.”

You choke for a moment, “ a waste?” You blink, was he being serious?

“Yeah,” he looks over his shoulder, “we were given strict instructions-”

“Denki!” Bakugou shouts, interrupting as he strides out of a wide door across from the stairs, “where the hell is she?” Poking your head around the smaller blonde’s body you smile.

“Here.” You see his eyes flare for a moment as he clicks his tongue.

“We don’t have all day, let’s get this done.”

Following Denki, you walk into a room that appears to be an oversized library or office, you aren’t sure which. A large desk sits to one side surrounded by endless shelves of books. Several large tables fill the room, Sero and Eijiro sit with their computers, both don’t look happy. You set your bag on the table, “great way to spend Friday night, right?” You mutter apologetically. Sero glares over at Bakugou then down at his computer.

“No one had plans,” Katsuki sits down pointing to an empty chair, “take that seat.”

“I grabbed some more drinks and snacks,” Sero pushes more food onto the table, without glancing up you grab some chips and begin munching. It’d been three hours and you were exhausted, but true to his word Bakugou had made everyone power through and you were finally done.

“A title page and that’s it,” leaning back you stretch and stand up, bouncing around trying to get the blood back into your legs.

“I’ve got that,” Kirishima finishes typing while watching you jump around.

“That’s it?” Denki lays on his arm, closing his eyes in relief. “If this was an easy warm up, man, that final is going to be killer.”

“We could study for it together if you want,” the words are out of your mouth before you realize what you’ve said, you close your mouth. He lifts his head for a moment then plops back down.

“Maybe.”

Feeling relief at his non-committal attitude you sit back down. The whole night had been so normal you really meant what you said. The group had studied and put together the project, no stares or winks, some smiles and a few glances at your chest, but nothing else. Your confidence had been growing by leaps and bounds as you’d watched them work together naturally. Clearly Bakugou was in charge, Kiri and Denki seemed to rely on him the most, both flanking him on either side. You’d chuckled at how they hung on his words and actions. Eijiro was sincere and hard working, seeking praise from Bakugou while Kaminari just played around the whole time and only offered a few bits of help when Katsuki snarled at him. Sero seemed to be the only one that would challenge Bakugou at anything. It was at these times that Katsuki would listen and make his decision, whereas with Denki and Kiri, he usually immediately dismissed them, until Sero agreed with them and then he would soften and contemplate the disagreement.

“We’re done,” Kirishima looks at his phone, “and it’s still early.”

Glancing at your own phone, it's just after 9, your nerves start to pick back up. Would they say something now? “Glad that’s over,” you laugh self-consciously, cleaning up your stuff, you peek up at Bakugou. He’s focused on his computer.

“I sent everyone the project,” he looks up. “I don’t think we have to present this one, but if we do, we’ll figure it out later.” His red eyes land on you, “is that cool?” He notices a slight hesitation flicker across your face as you nod. “I guess that’s a night then,” standing he stretches and comes up behind you, reaching for your bag.

“Why in a hurry?” Denki snickers softly, leaning his chin into his hands, he bats his long gold lashes.

“Cut it out,” Katsuki grabs your bag and pulls your chair out, he glares at Kaminari.

“What’s up Bakugou?” Sero tips his head, “don’t want to share her?”

“Share me?” You step back, colliding into Katsuki’s solid chest. “S-sorry!” You jump forward stumbling, his hand catches your arm holding you steady.

“Oi, stop moving around.” Casting an annoyed look at Sero, his jaw clenches. “She isn’t someone that could handle this group.” Tugging on your arm, he softens his tone. “Get your computer and I’ll walk you to your car.”

“Can’t handle this group?” You spin around glaring at him, “I’m not some baby!” Fiercely grabbing your bag in Katsuki’s hands, you pull it away from him.

“I’ve got it,” Bakugou barks, pulling at the same time.

“Wait! NO!” You watch in horror as the bag tips upside down, one by one your toys spill out onto the floor. First your clit vibrator, followed by your vibrating beads, then the bottle of lube lands with a thud, spinning a few times and rolling to a stop at Bakugou’s feet.

Tilting his head, a cocky grin crosses his face. “Maybe I judged you wrong (Y/n)?” Leaning over he picks up the items from the floor and sets them on the table, still holding the small vibrator. He cups your chin running a thumb across your lips. “Were you hoping for an after-study session?” Lifting the device he pushes the button to start the buzzing.

You hear chairs scrape back as the others stand. “Whatcha got there?” Sero picks up the lube, “this is good stuff, what are you planning on doing with this?” His tone is playful.

For a moment you want to run and hide, to take back all the preparation, maybe you weren’t ready for this group. Looking down you try to think of what to say, slowly looking up you stare into those molten red eyes, gazing at you openly now, a fire ignites deep inside you. The surge of desire you’ve been holding back all these past years floods your senses. Biting his thumb still on your lip, you smile. “The vibrator,” you reach up and touch the button to turn up the intensity, “is because no can bring me to orgasm without this,” your voice edged with the challenge. Grinning wickedly, his thumb slides over the device to turn it off.

“Then I guess we won’t need it,” tossing it back on the table, he flicks a quick look at Sero, “grab the lube.” Laying a hand on your backside, he squeezes your ass.

Watching the vibrator bounce on the table, you tilt your head, “you sure about that?“ You tease, looking around at the others, moving around you, their eyes gleaming with desire. “Are we going to do it here?” you thump the table. There is a flicker of uncertainty for a brief second in Bakugou’s eyes, you smile inwardly to your toes, you’ve surprised him. “Not that I mind, but is there somewhere a bit more comfortable?” You reach out and run a finger along his jawline, “since there’s so many of us.” Rough hands land on your hips.

“Let’s go to Bakugou’s room,” Eijiro kisses your ear sending a tremor through your body, his fingers kneading your hips.

Tipping your head back so your lips are as close to his ear as possible, you run your hand through his hair, “what a good boy,” you murmur so softly only he can hear, his face flushes a deep red. He stares at you, the same look of uncertainty shines in his eyes. You conceal a triumphant smile.

Bakugou jerks you suddenly from Kiri’s grip, slamming you into his chest, looping his arm heavily over your shoulders. “This way,” he leads you abruptly out the door and down the hall, opening his bedroom door. The others walk quickly behind him. Stopping he swings you around, his mouth covers yours in a punishing kiss, rough and urgent, you revel in the fierceness, looping your arm around his neck you push into him, demanding even more. You feel hands sliding up your skirt.

“Wait,” you try to pull back but Katsuki presses you tightly against his body.

“No waiting, (Y/n), you’re ours now,” Denki snickers, closing and locking the door.

Peering around Bakugou’s shoulder you give Denki a smoldering look that freezes him in his tracks, “if you want to play Kaminari, then everyone plays by my rules.” Sweeping a gaze at each man, you lift a brow, “otherwise nothing happens.”

“Too late-”

“What rules?” Bakugou growls, cutting off Sero, he lays a heavy hand on your face, “go on.”

“No filming,” you peek again at Denki, who is already holding up his phone, his gold eyes darting to Katsuki. “If I tap someone or call out that I’m in pain, then everyone has to stop so I can get comfortable again, afterall,” you level a sultry gaze at Katsuki who is looming above you, “this is about pleasure, right?”

“Yeah,” he points to Denki, “no camera,” turning back he waits for a moment but you’re quiet, “anything else?”

“One last thing,” taking a deep breath you summon every shred of courage possible. The fantasy that has played in your mind is now a possibility, you’re going to grab for the brass ring. “If I can make all of you cum before I do, you all have to be my devoted slaves for one month.”

“Your what?” His brows furrow.

“You heard me,” you smirk at Katsuki’s incredulous look, “if I win then for one month, you and your crew have to do whatever I ask.” You spread your hands over his chest, “maybe slaves is too harsh a word.” You look at all of them, “let’s say devoted boyfriends for one month if I can make all of you cum before I do.” His tongue clicks lightly as he studies you.

“All of us cum first? Shit, I’ll take that bet any day.” Sero laughs. “What do we get?”

You glance at Sero, “If I lose, then I’ll be the devoted slave for whoever doesn’t cum during the next thirty days.” You pat Sero’s shoulder, “are you in?” You turn to Eijiro whose face is still bright red, “Kirishima?”

“Well, I, uh,” he’s staring desperately at Katsuki.

“You serve all of us or no deal,” Bakugou snaps, “and we choose who goes when and where.”

Twisting your lips, you nod slightly, “okay, I agree to serve all of you but” you shake your head, “we decide together on who goes when.” You don’t want Bakugou first, your body is already too fired up from touching him. You know you need to finish off the others first, if he’s last and feeling pressured you had a chance with him.

“Worried?” He laughs sarcastically, “or maybe your bark is worse than your bite,” he hooks his thumb into the corner of your mouth, opening your lips you let him press inside, you don’t answer. “Who goes first then?” He doesn’t take his thumb out of your mouth, you flick a glance at Denki, then to Sero and last to Kirishima. Chuckling he grins wide.

“Denki, you’ve been underestimated again,” he laughs as your eyes widen. Digging his thumb deeper, he steps within an inch of your face, “our cameraman has delayed ejaculation, that’s why he mainly films, he takes too long.”

“Why?” You mouth around his thumb.

“Cause I like a strong grip,” Denki sidles up alongside you, “been masturbating so long, I only cum with a tight fist, no pussy gives me that feeling.”

Pulling out his thumb, Katsuki sweeps his gaze up your body, “so, I go last? How about you warm up Sero in your mouth while Denki fucks you for the next hour or until your senseless?” He pulls off his T-shirt. Your eyes go owl wide as you stare at his chest. Laughing at your expression, Katsuki tosses his shirt to the side, “this is like taking candy from a fucking baby.”

The rest of them take off their shirts, looking around, you realize you’re in the middle of four of the most beautiful men you’ve ever seen. “My turn,” you shake off yourself mentally and slip off your shirt, exposing the lacy bra you’d chosen. This piece has always been your favorite as it shows your breasts off perfectly. You hear a soft whistle.

“Damn, (Y/n), you hide those way too well,” Kaminari’s eyes are glued to your chest. He was definitely a boob man, reaching forward you take his hands and put them on your breasts feeling your nipples harden under his warmth. Whatever it took to get him excited fast would make it easier to get him to cum. His hands begin to knead you roughly, pinching your nipples, your body wakes up pushing a soft moan from your lips.

“Don’t make this too easy on us,” Kaminari leans over pushing aside the lace and suckles at your nipple. Another moan, this one louder erupts from your lungs. His tongue flicking at your hard nub. His mouth feels amazing but you know getting yourself to orgasm isn’t easy, something only you’ve been able to do with your toys. You can hear the others begin removing the rest of their clothes, you reach and unclip your skirt letting it pool at your ankles, exposing black thigh highs and your strappy thong with small chains running around your hips.

“Fuck,” you hear Kiri breath out, turning to him, you grab his face and pull him in for a deep kiss, playing with his tongue. Sero’s mouth closes around your other nipple, you utter a guttural groan in the kiss. Two at once with different tempos is mind blowing.

“Since everyone is so busy, let me start back here,” Bakugou walks behind you, slapping your ass appreciatively. Getting down on his knees, he pulls your thong aside and pauses, tapping your butt plug. “Looks like we have someone that likes ass play.”

“What?” Sero snaps his head up, “seriously? Oh shit,” he breathes out.

“No ass for you Sero, you’ll cum just thinking about it, in fact, her fucking ass is off limits for everyone.”

“Katsuki!”

“Fucking shut it, after she cums Sero, win the damn bet and you can fuck her ass all you want for the next thirty days.” Pushing his face between your legs, he begins licking up your already drenched folds. “She’s nice and wet already,” he laughs, reaching deep with his tongue.

You shiver at the sudden intrusion, heat building into your pussy, you focus back on the kiss with Kiri, pushing away the intense throbbing now pulsing under your clit.

Sero latches back onto your nipple, now nipping, “I’ll fucking make you cum, (Y/n). I want that ass.”

“I think this little slut will cum before one cock splits this pussy,” Bakugou smiles as he feels your walls flutter in reaction to his mouth. “You like that?” He runs his hands up your legs enjoying the silky feel of your stockings.

“Mmmm,” you move your hips back to push his mouth against your clit.

“Kinda risky, don’t you think?” His mouth wraps around your swollen clit as he begins to suck. You mewl loudly at the sweet feeling of his tongue dragging you into his mouth rhythmically.

“F-Fuck,” you kiss Eijiro deeper, reacting to the others working on your body. You’ve never experienced so many sensations at once, you need to get Denki into your body before you give them too much time. “Lube?” You pull back digging your fingers into Sero’s soft hair, he bites your nipple and looks up, black eyes glittering. Reaching back, he pulls the bottle off the table. Snagging it, you pump some in your hand, you grasp Denki’s swollen cock. Slathering him liberally, you fist his dick tightly and begin to stroke. His mouth falls open releasing your nipple as he gasps from your grip. You feel Bakugou pull away from your pussy.

“Kaminari,” he stands quickly, grabbing your hand. “You’ll fucking cum too fast that way,” he growls, “fucking dunce head.” Pushing him sideways, he grabs your face from Kiri’s mouth, squeezing your cheeks, “on all fours, now.” His hand presses hard on your back.

Stumbling forward you grab Sero to balance yourself, his hands guide you down. “Thanks,” you mumble, getting yourself comfortable.

“Shove your dick in her mouth,” he nods to Sero.

“I know what the fuck to do Bakugou,” he grins as you look up opening your mouth wide, tongue hanging out. “What a good fucking slut,” Sero strokes your cheek, “let’s see what you can do with this,” he smiles, shoving his dick into your face.

Playful, he likes playful. Looping your fingers around his stiff cock, you suck hard, working the tip with your lips and tongue. Denki’s hands are on your ass, spreading you open, you shudder waiting as he slides his hard dick against you.

“Damn you look so fucking good,” Denki licks his lips, “don’t even need lube, you’re so fucking wet.” Sliding slowly into your pussy, his eyes close as you grip him tightly. “Oh fuck yeah, that feels good.”

Bakugou wiggles himself under your body, his mouth latching onto your nipple, he sucks hard. He reaches down at the same time, fingering your throbbing clit. “Gonna make you cum fast,” he pinches your clit.

Squeezing your eyes shut you move your hips as his fingers start to pull at the increasing restlessness inside you. Distract yourself. Concentrating back on Sero, you tease him as you bounce and suck on his cock, slowly taking him all the way into your mouth. Finally you plunge his cock against the back of your throat. Glancing sideways you see Kiri is watching you with a tight expression on his face. Pumping lube in your hand, you reach out for him. He catches your fingers and guides you to his stiff cock, its huge, side-eyeing him again, you see it, thick and long. You shudder again as Denki pushes deeper starting to pump into your pussy, the incredible jolt from his cock and Bakugou’s finger on your clit has you groaning on Sero’s cock.

“That’s it baby, cum for daddy,” Bakugou times his rhythm on your clit with Denki’s thrusts.

Clenching your throat around Sero, you’re surprised by the first telltale pops pulling tautly deep inside your body. You have to finish Denki off and fast. Fighting the growing orgasm, you lock down on him just as thrusts hard inside you. He likes it tight. Caught in your vice grip, you feel him try to pull back a few times, his cock stuck in your pussy.

“Hey-” Your next move rips the words from his brain.

Squeezing his cock with all your strength, you move the walls of your pussy back and forth, stroking him in a fast twisting motion.

“H-HEY!” Denki squeals, you feel his hands on your ass trying to pull back even harder. His attempts make you almost giggle as you raise your eyes up to Sero and open your mouth around his dick, letting saliva spill down your chin, you smile.

“Good girl,” he murmurs all of his attention on your mouth.

Keeping Denki in an iron grip, you begin to contract your pussy quickly, pulsing along his whole shaft, mimicking a tight hand job. His cock bulges as you stroke faster. Grinning, you continue to suckle Sero as you run a thumb over the tip of Kiri’s cock, precum gushes over your fingers. The masterful finger on your clit is driving you wild but you continue to push it out of your mind concentrating hard on making Denki cum.

“(Y/n)” Kaminari whimpers as his cock starts twitching, whatever you’re doing feels just like an iron fist squeezing his whole dick. “Don’t - fuck - don’t-“ his balls pull tight as a deep pulsing rips through his muscles. Digging his fingers into your hips, he screams, “OH HELL!!”

The finger on your clit stops as you pull Kaminari’s cock deeper into your pussy with another fast contraction, his body shaking as he lets out another loud cry, his hips thrusting unmoving against you as hot cum fills your pussy. Sighing, you relax your body, pushing your mouth down Sero’s length again. One down.

Feeling your pussy release him, Denki pulls out fast, falling back, he catches himself as he lands on his ass. Sagging onto the carpet, his body still trembling, he looks up to see Bakugou sit up and stare at him sprawled on the ground.

“Did you fucking cum?” Disbelief on his face.

You see Katsuki out of the corner of your eye move behind you, pulsing your pussy outward, you push Denki’s thick cum out so he can see your first victory. If your mouth wasn’t filled with Sero’s cock, you’d laugh at his deep growl of frustration. Opening wider as Sero thrusts, you catch his cock on the ridges of your throat, swallowing rapidly, you squeeze and release the tip of his dick. His fingers dig into your hair as he starts shaking, yanking your face into his body, he thrusts hard. Your tongue moves non-stop, coaxing him to orgasm. A large hand grabs your fingers wrapped around Kiri’s dick.

“Stop,” Bakugou unhooks your hand.

“Fuck! Bakugou, that felt fucking good.” Kiri catches his breath.

“Yeah? Too fucking good, you wanna be her bitch for a month?”

“No?” For a moment Eijiro isn’t really sure he cares.

“Sero!” He snaps, but he can see his jaw is slack as he thrusts into your mouth. His head tips back as he moans loudly. “Fuck! Sero!” Too late, Katsuki watches his eyes flutter as he pumps hard, his mouth working open and shut, gritting his teeth at the last moment.

Sucking hard, you’re rewarded as cum fills your mouth, hot and tangy, sliding down your throat and overflowing over your tongue, you grin as you pull back. Opening your mouth you turn to Katsuki, cum oozing down your lips, eyes twinkling, you hold up two fingers.

“Kaminari,” he yanks him to his feet. “Go back to the study, get her vibrating thing, it's on the table.”

Sitting up on your knees, you smile, “worried?” You try to keep a light teasing tone but your stomach clenches, if he uses the vibrator, you’re toast. Standing slowly you press yourself against him. “I guess you’re like all the others then?” Licking the cum from your lips slowly, you frown, “no one can ever get me off without that toy.” He squints at you, his eyes a fiery red. Grabbing your throat, he tightens his hand for a moment, you relax under his fingers. “Daddy,” you whisper hoarsely, “don’t hurt me,” his hand starts to cut off your airflow.

“Don’t fuck with me,” he snarls.

“Not yet,” you croak, winking as you look towards Kiri, “he’s next.”

“That’s right,” laughing harshly Katsuki releases your throat, “it’s his turn.” Slapping his friend on the shoulder he smiles. “Eijiro, time to use that big dick on our girl here and get her so cock drunk, she won’t know which end is fucking up.” Denki bursts through the door with your toy handing it to him. Palming the device, he puts it on the bookcase. “We’ll see how you like Kiri first,” he smirks knowingly. Pushing you roughly down again, his hand lands on your ass with a loud crack.

Pain sings across your skin as you jerk up, pushing you down again, his hand lands on your other ass cheek. Crying out you close your eyes, sucking in a deep breath.

“Those are fucking hot Bakugou,” Kiri fingers the perfect white hand prints outlined in red on each side of your ass.

“That’s right,” Katsuki settles himself in front of you, grabbing your chin, he forces you to look at him. “Daddy’s in fucking charge now and our little girl is gonna cum so hard, she’ll paint your dick white Kiri.” Pointing, he nods at him, “no fucking mercy.” Grinning wide, Eijiro grabs your hips and pushes himself inside you in one thrust.

“F-f-f” you stutter as your pussy spreads wide, painfully full. Thrusting deeper he manages to hit your favorite spot. “N-No,” you stammer as he begins to fuck you hard.

“That’s it,” Bakugou feels your body letting go, your eyes are clouding over. “Look at me,” he locks eyes with you, “Now I know why I've always liked you,” he grins, “you’re such a cocky little slut, would’ve never guessed.” He laughs as your face begins to melt in pleasure. “You rattled me by taking two out at once, but Kiri’s gonna drill you now.”

FOCUS! Your brain is numb but your body responds, wriggling forwards you try finding Kiri’s rhythm, “so big,” you whisper.

“Where’re you going?” Kiri wraps his hands around your waist. “You’re not going anywhere slut,” pulling your body backwards, he relishes in the cries coming from you, your head jerking back at his merciless fucking.

“He's deep in there, huh, baby girl?” Bakugou slides his fingers into your mouth, “suck,” he hisses at you.

Nodding you wrap your lips around his hand, Kiri’s cock is pushing at building the climax at an unrelenting pace. Control! Control! your mind chants, your endless training takes over, you clamp hard with all your muscles at once to slow him down. Timing your squeezing with his thrusts, you begin milking his cock.

“Oh wow,�� Kiri’s eyes grow wide, he’s struggling to thrust, stopping he begins to grind in deep instead, he gasps as your pussy begins sliding up and down his cock, starting at the base and moving upwards suckling the tip and back again.

“What?” Bakugou sees his pace change, he looks back at you. “What the fuck’re you doing?”

Tears gather in your eyes, Eijiro’s cock is making you want to forget and just get carried away by the orgasm that’s growing beyond anything you’ve ever felt. Moving your pussy furiously, you continue milking Kiri, your teeth biting down on Bakugou’s fingers still in your mouth.

Tugging his hand from your mouth, he sees the look on Kiri’s face, “don’t fucking cum!” He leaps up to grab him.

Your pussy stretches painfully as Kiri’s cock bulges, YES! Ignoring the pain you move faster, milking with speed now, no more slow strokes. Closing your eyes you work hard as the telltale twitching begins, his fingers gripping painfully into your hips. Katsuki yanks his hand from your mouth, but you’ve got him. Eijiro’s balls, pressed hard against you, start jerking as a loud grunt fills the room. More hot cum fills your pussy, gushing out, dribbling down your leg. Panting hard, you drop to your forearms, letting him go as you relax trying to breathe. “Three,” you can barely talk, you're so close to cumming yourself. You're tired, more than ever, you slide off his spent dick and fall to the floor, swiping at the sweat on your forehead. Your hips thrusting unconsciously as your body is begging for release.

Seeing the look on Bakugou’s face, Kiri grimaces as he sits back. “I’m - I’m sorry, that,” he puts a hand on your ass gently, “she’s,” he grows quiet.

“She’s what?”

“Fucking amazing,” Kiri moves back not making eye contact.

Staring down at you, Katsuki watches as your hips move, you’re close to cumming, closer than you probably think. Katsuki thinks for a moment, you obviously enjoyed Eijiro but you’d still managed to not orgasm, something has to take you over the edge. Lifting his head, he points to the door, “everyone get the fuck out.”

“Hell no!” Denki’s lounging in the chair debating if he should still try to video everything, he wants everyone to hurry up so he can feel your pussy again. “This is better than porn man!” The look that crosses the big blonde’s face makes him jump up. Grabbing his clothes he shoots out the door, “let me know if I’ve gotta fuck toy or if I’m the chump,” he laughs as he goes out the door. Kiri stands unsteadily eyeing Bakugou.

“You sure?” he picks up his pants and slides them on, “I can help-”

“Go!”

“What about her ass?” Sero sighs, he squats down running his hand up your back.

Turning you smile up at him laughing, “if he loses then I’ll still let you fuck my ass.” Sero glances up at his glowering friend.

Leaning closer he smiles conspiratorially, “he loves his balls to be played with, he’ll cum in an instant.” Jumping up, Sero races out the door.

“Damn idiot!” Katsuki roars.

You try to call out thanks but you’re too tired. Instead you turn back and smile at Bakugou, who’s glaring at Sero’s retreating body, “you and I alone?” You're not sure what he’s doing, but the few minutes rest has helped, you’ve caught your breath and managed to tamp down your orgasm as best as possible. Flipping over you catch sight of Katsuki standing over you, his body is powerfully built, you see bruises across his left thigh, probably from football. Your eyes drift to his cock, you wince inwardly, it’s stiff and almost as big as Kiri. “Are you sure you want to be with me by yourself?” You keep your voice confident but you’re worried, Kiri had you at the edge. Sero’s hint might help but considering how you’re feeling you’ll probably cum first. His hand extends towards you, taking it hesitantly, he pulls you to your feet and into his arms.

“You’re the one that slipped away a long time ago,” he kisses your cheek, moving to your ear.

“Am I?” you practically purr as he runs his tongue along the shell of your ear, teasing you.

“Mmmm mmm.”

“Why don’t I believe that?” You tip your head laughing softly. “Are you trying to seduce me into cumming?” His chuckle vibrates against your ear, sending a spray of chills down your arms.

His hands wander over your body, touching lightly, he nuzzles your neck feeling your pulse beating wildly. “I’ve wanted to explore your body for a long time.”

“You have?” Your voice hitches slightly, closing your eyes, his breath is warm as he kisses your neck, his tongue igniting every inch of skin he licks. You’ve wanted to hear and feel him for so long, his touch is maddening, you have to keep it impersonal. “Then fuck me,” you wrap your hand around his silky cock.

Gritting his teeth, he pulls you into a kiss, “not yet,” he sucks at your lips, “I want to check out this body first,” pushing you back on the bed, he hauls you up propping you against the pillows. His mouth works its way down your neck. Listening to your gasps and moans, he follows your sounds as he runs his tongue along your collarbone, nipping at your skin, his rough hands massaging your breasts. Dipping his head, he pulls your nipple into his mouth, biting and sucking.

His hands on your body are too much, you can feel the throbbing tension returning fast, the taut ball tightening under your clit. “No,” you groan, his mouth sucks harder. Clamping your mouth shut you realize he’s reacting to your moans. Holding your breath, you try to keep yourself from making any noise. You try to focus on anything to keep from cumming but it’s just a matter of time, his mouth is stealing every thought from your head. You need him to hurry and just fuck you but even then you could be out of luck.

“That’s it,” Katsuki can see you can barely hold back anymore, you're trying to stay quiet but he can see you’re close. Smiling in his victory, he moves down between your legs, now for the final blow.

“No!” Jerking up, you buck your hips away from him.

“Hold still,” he grabs you tight, his tongue already swiping up your clit. “You taste like cum.” He lifts his head as you sit up grabbing his blonde spikes, your eyes wide.

“Please daddy,” you beg softly pulling out all the stops now, “just fuck me, isn’t that what this about? It’s me against you.” You see him contemplating what you’re proposing. Your exhaustion mixes into your broiling emotions, words start tumbling from your brain. “I - I never stopped liking you,” red eyes register surprise and something else. “I’ve been perfecting my technique for you, all of this time,” weaving your fingers into his hair, you tug, continuing your confession. “I’m really tired and,” you laugh, “close to cumming, so you’re probably gonna win, but let me show off a little bit of what I can do,” your brows raise pleadingly.

Watching you closely Katsuki can tell you’re not bullshitting, sitting up he presses your legs open. “Don’t worry (Y/n), when you lose you can show me all your little tricks, I plan on using you everyday for the next month.”

Dragging his face to yours, you kiss him urgently, “fuck me then right now, please?” You moan in relief as he lines up to slide into you. Never have you wanted anyone so badly. Moving his cock along your pussy, he flicks the tip of his dick against your clit, sending your hips straight off the bed.

“Beg me again,” he pulls away from the kiss to watch you.

Looking into those blazing eyes, you realize he’s dancing on the precipice with you, both so fucking turned on you’re ready to explode. Look only at me, remembering his words, you hold his gaze. “Please, I want you, I want your cock in me daddy,” you squirm your hips but he slaps your thigh.

“Hold still then baby girl.” Sliding his hands under your ass he grabs a pillow and shoves it underneath you. “Gives me the perfect angle for that right spot,” rearing back, he slams deep into you in one thrust. Pausing he closes his eyes, your tight, way fucking tighter than he expected, especially after Kiri’s big cock. Waiting expectantly, he doesn’t feel anything but your soft tight pussy. Licking his fingers he begins to rub your clit expertly.

His cock is so deep you convulse around him, “sh- fu-“ you stammer, the popping jolts under your clit start exploding, your walls clenching tight. You try to relax, calm down. Breathing deep, you use the fluttering of your building orgasm to work to your advantage. Creating a whip-like motion with every clench, you massage his cock from bottom to top, stopping to contract and suckle the tip buried deep inside. Licking your hand you reach down and gently clasp his balls at the same time. A low growl erupts from Katsuki, you feel him bulge inside your pussy. Your body erupts in a shuddering tremble. Bucking your hips you push into him harder. “Kat-”

“What the hell are you doing?” He cuts you off, voice raspy, he can’t focus, his finger stalls as you grip his cock with another incredible squeeze that slides up, feeling like your pussy is sucking on his dick. Grinding against you, he tries to thrust but the pleasure is overwhelming.

His face, just inches above your own, is tense from holding back. Using the last of your strength you clamp around him and begin to twist his cock back and forth, continuing to pulse from base to tip.

“Sh-shit!” His head tips back as he feels the massive pull through his muscles, his balls jerking hard, grabbing your hips he drives hard as thick streams of cum drench your pussy, your cry surprises him as you rear back, body shaking. Falling to his forearms he watches as you writhe in pleasure, his fingers moving again on your clit, “that’s it baby,” he concedes his loss “cum for me.”

The orgasm hits so hard you cry out, your body clenching so tight you feel a cramp snake down your calf, then the deep tremors roll through you, one after another, holding Katuski’s body tight, you press into his chest, his arm wraps around you, finger moving on your clit, his voice echoing in your ear. “Kat?” You look up dazed, completely drained, you sink back into the pillows. “Did I? Did I really win?”

“Uh, (y/n)?” Mina steps into your room, eyeing the clothes strewn on the bed.

“Oh hey Mina,” coming out of your bathroom you fasten your earring. “What’s up, I thought you were going out?”

“I was, but Ochako ended up having an extra spot in her family's cabin in the mountains and invited me up with everyone for the week and,” she pauses and points over her shoulder, “more importantly, why the fuck is half the football team in our living room?”

Giggling you pluck your jacket off the hanger, “it isn’t half the team Mina, just four of them.”

Eyebrows shoot up as she leans out your bedroom door and looks down the hallway. “Okay, why is Bakugou in our apartment?” She glares at you.

“When do you leave for the cabin?” you change the topic.

Blinking for a moment, she shakes her head, “them first.”

“We’re going out,” you shrug and slip past her. Grabbing your arm she spins you around.

“You are going out with all of them?”

“I sure am,” you smile, “just having dinner and maybe a movie. Denki wants to see some strange horror film they’re presenting on campus.”

“Why are you talking like this is no big deal?” She’s whispering loudly. A small cough in the living room interrupts her.

Patting her head, you push your finger on her lips, “because it is no big deal.” Turning around, you smile and walk down the hall as she cautiously follows you. "So," you look at her, "when are you going to the mountains?”

“You’re going somewhere?” Kaminari’s head pops up from looking at his phone.

“I am,” Mina slinks into the room. “I came to grab my bag and say goodbye.” She looks at Bakugou lounging on the sofa before eyeing you again, “can I really leave you alone with them?”

“You can,” pushing yourself between Sero and Katsuki, you run your hands along both their thighs. “We’re just hanging out, I promise.”

Huffing slightly, Mina grabs her suitcase and walks slowly to the front door, “okay, text me if you need anything,” squinting hard at each man, she thins her lips, “I mean anything.”

“See you,” you sigh as she leaves.

“Are you really alone all week?” Katsuki runs his finger along your cheek, he grins as you shiver.

“I guess I am, I didn’t realize she was going too,” Sero lifts you up and slides underneath you, wrapping his arms around your waist.

“I’m hungry but we could just get delivery.”

Sitting down at your feet, Kiri nudges your legs apart, laying his head on one leg. “The movie doesn’t start for a couple of hours.”

“Wait, are we going to fool around?” Denki jumps up, “I get to go first!”

“Fuck you, you went first last time, I go first,” Kiri pushes up your skirt, nipping at your tender skin.

“I don’t care when I go, but (Y/n) promise me her ass,” Sero nuzzles your neck.

“Hold up,” Katsuki growls at them, keeping his hand pressed on your cheek, twisting his lips, he smirks slightly, “what do you want to do (y/n)?”

Laughing, you catch his hand and kiss his palm, “another bet?”

“No,” his red eyes catch fire, “no more bets, tonight, we’re gonna make you cum.”

“Really?” Your eyes widen.

“Really,” Sero chimes in with Katsuki.

Kiri licks your leg, “absolutely.”

“How many times?” Your voice is hesitant.

Coming up behind you on the sofa, Denki kisses the back of your neck, a thrill slides down your spine. “How many times do you want to cum?”

“Ten,” you blush a deep red, “please, I want to cum ten times.”

“Whatever you say,” pulling you into a deep kiss, Katsuki begins to slide your jacket off your shoulders.

#bakusquad smut #bakusquad x reader #bakugou x reader #kirishima x reader #sero hanta x reader #denki x reader #mha smut #mha fanfiction #mha au #aged up characters

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love-me-satoru · 5 months

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Body worship

i love denki kaminari mg i think this just fits him for some reason

aged up! denki

warnings: smut,denki being a tease, pussy eating

Denki loves to worship you. your body everything about you. He’s been teasing you for the last two hours.

“Denki, Please..”

“Please what sweetheart?”

“Want more please..”

“Not yet baby. I’m not done yet.”

you’ve been laying in bed naked. dripping on to the bed. Denki has been running his soft hands all over your body. Leaving soft kisses randomly on your body. when you start whining.

“Denki..”

“Don’t worry baby. I got you”

he places himself in between your legs kissing slowly up your legs biting your things then finally meeting your core. licking a long stripe along your cunt catching your clit in between his teeth.

“Denki!” you moan out.

he’s sucking and licking through your folds you’re pulling on his hair trying to pull him even closer to your cunt. he’s sucking hard on your little nub.

“wanna cum please!”

“cum for me baby”

You came all over his face pulling him even closer to you. riding his face hard. when your high was fading you let go of his hair. that man makes you go dumb. and you love that.

“what’s wrong baby?”

“want.. more” you said half asleep.

“wake up for me and i’ll give you more baby.”

a/n: the ending was rushed im sorry. lmk if you want more of Denki. 💛

#dividers by benkeibear #all characters aged up!#denki kaminari #mha denki #denki x reader #bnha denki #denki smut #denki fluff #denki x y/n #denki imagine #kaminari x reader #mha kaminari #bnha kaminari #kaminari smut #kaminari x y/n #kaminaridenki

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thatonefandomjumper · 1 month

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You ever just read a fanfic that rots your brain so much that you had no choice but to make a comic out of it? Yeah.

Anyway, here's the first 1000 words of A Mirror in the Dark by Fastern on Ao3 illustrated.

(Click for better quality)

I know I could have picked some sort of big scene to illustrate, but idk man, I felt like going from the beginning even if it doesn't seem like much is happening. Trust me when I say this is the best Traitor Kaminari fic I have ever read. My initial plan was to do the whole first chapter but then I realized I didn´t have infinite time so have these 8 pages instead!

Anyway, go read the fic right now. You will not be disappointed.

#I could go on for hours on how much I love this fic I am very serious #Still think about it all the time despite it being months since I read it.#I really don't post much mha stuff and that's cuz I haven't been caught up in ages at some point in the future I'll properly revisit it #Kaminari is still my boy though my love for him has never left me #Drew this bad boy on paper and then colored it digitally #Which is why it may look a bit wonky here and there #Also my apologize for the messy handwriting. If you at some point don't understand know that all dialogue was taken straight from the fic #So you can check it out if something isn't clear to you (Wink wink)#mha #mha fanfiction #mha fanart #mirror in the dark #my hero academia #bnha #bnha fanfiction #bnha denki #bnha momo #bnha mineta #traitor kaminari #denki kaminari #minoru mineta #momo yaoyorozu #bnha fanart #boku no hero academia

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saddest-clown · 4 months

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Nannie’s love…

Warnings: violent actions/thoughts,mental illness(bipolar disorder and ocd),delusions,sexual content ,kidnapping,cursing,and other things

Small Summary: You were a college student trying to live a normal life until you meet a popular pro Hero couple that needs help watching their children while they’re out doing hero work…nothing bad will happen right?

“Y/n and the number one pro hero Deku got nominated the best pro hero couple of the year going on 3 years now!! Mr.Midorya what would you like to say to the people of Japan?!”

“I would just like to say thank you to everyone for the support but one bigger thanks to the love of my life Y/n. Honey? Y/n”

“Y/n”

“Y/n

“Y/n”

“Y/n!”

A slam on the table wakes me up from my day dream. I jolted up to look up at my professor. I look around the room to understand that I wasn’t in a interview with reporters and my hero crush. Just in my classroom…yeah that’s right just my class. With colorful posters with images of brains and other psychology symbols on them,pencils on desks,and shuffling of paper.

“I’m so sorry Sensei..I just got in my head again I guess…”

“Yes yes I understand you’re not the only one spacing out in my class. I know with the new semester has you guys a bit stressed but you have to stay on top of your work and grades. I can promise your future will thank you for all of this..! Now back to what I was explaining.”

I tried my best to listen but I really couldn’t. I had to go visit my doctor after this and I’m a bit worried about the report I’ll give him. My ocd is trying to get better but I’ve been more stressed and anxious its been kinda hard to control. Ive had more contamination ocd for the past couple of weeks..let’s say it’s been a trip. B-but it’s better than the “Checking” phase I had the past few months.

As I continued to pay some kind of attention to my professor the bell rings signaling that it is now time to go home.

“Okay everyone have a good rest of the day and don’t forget to do your homework and study hard my futures.”

I can never understand how someone could be so cheerful all the time. But non the less I actually study and do my homework when he calls us that. Weird huh? Welp that’s how my life is, a lot of things are weird around here..Packing my things into my backpack I walk down the halls of my boring school halls. I don’t really remember how they look.. The first time I saw them they were colorful and vibrant but now they’re… they’re…Empty?I don’t know why my brain plays tricks on me..maybe I should tell my doctor about this. The music of my choice blasts through my ears trying to find something to enjoy in this boring hallway of my hallucinations. I can be aware of my mental illness but sometimes I just choose not to be.

But enough of all that. My name is Y/n L/n. I’m 20 and I study child development and behaviors. I plan to find a way to understand children that are kinda like me. That had to grow up like me.. have the same mind as me. To give them a better life than I did. Also I just love kids. They’re so cute and innocent..aren’t impure unless taunted with. Kids all have different personalities so you’ll never know what to expect. That could either be good or bad but I want to experience both.

It was kinda chilly out. The wind blowing in the trees,blowing leaves, and even my hair. But the weather was never unpleasant. It put me at peace knowing it wasn’t rainy simply because I was outside. Seeing different faces on the strangers getting through their day intrigued me. Like I could make up my own little story about them. The difference their noses ,lips,eyebrows and everything thing else just makes me want to know more about them. But I would never have the guts to speak to people.

I feel as if I’m just not important enough to just talk to people. Like I would ruin someone’s day if I talk to them. So why bother? When I could potentially ruin the loop of our spaghetti. I wouldn’t take that chance. I won’t take that chance..

I walk into my favorite cafe to rest up and study a bit. This little cafe brings me so much joy to see the variety of people that come in. At this time the Lolitas come in with their poofy dresses and petticoats.I would love to dress like that. I’ve made plans to go and buy some clothing but have been too rapped up school and such. I’ve been wanting to rent an apartment and not live with my grandparents but they don’t think I can handle it. Everyday I try to prove to them that I can in fact take control over my own life. Most people with the mental illness I have don’t even take their medication or go see a fucking doctor for crying out loud!? But they just can’t seem to trust me… with anything. Not even a relationship

*Ding*

I’ve never really been interested in who walks into the door but something was itching me to look up.. and

Oh My God

I don’t know if my brain is playing tricks in me b-but it’s him!! Walking into my favorite cafe. This has to be a dream how could this be happening right now!? Multiple people run in the cafe begging him to sign the object they pledged in his face. Still in all this chaos he still is so kind to people. He signs everything and even took pictures with everyone free of charge too!!

Deku has always been my crush to the time he was still in UA competing in the sports festival. All the merch they came out with I would always have my grandparents to buy it. Hoodies,posters,plushes, pajamas, action figures,beanies,pillowcases… let’s just say I had a hobby.

I just simply watch as women and the press bombard him with questions of all sorts. Usually he answers them….but this time he isn’t?

Wait what is he pointing at-…..

He’s making a path way for his wife… Ochako Uraraka. The pain in my ass. She’s the reason I’m a mopey bitch. All because she stole my destiny,my life… I was supposed to bear is children be the love of his life. It’s not fair. I’m way more attractive that her,hell she’s even lost the Top Hero Model show more than 5 times. She’s obviously manipulating him to stay with her bummy ass

He leads a path for her and their beautiful children away from the press. They’re are annoying sometimes so invasive to people’s privacy it’s a shame. Even I can tell people’s boundaries. I would never be that obsessed.

He goes to order things for them it seems. Surprisingly the press leaves that’s new. Usually they bitch about that being their job and all that bs.

Wait holy shit the kids are coming to sit to the table literally write next to mine..are they going to sit over here?! I can’t handle that oh my goodness I need to get the hell out of here..

“Excuse me miss but I noticed you here all alone.”

“Excuse me?”

“I know dats a bit weird of me but my daddy says to never leave anyone behind and so I decided to be a hero today and help you out.”

That brought a smile out of me. Seeing a child so eager to help a stranger. Not thinking of all the dangers he could encounter. Oh how the real world is going to eat him alive.

“Well thank you kind sir. I appreciate your kind gesture but don’t you think your mommy and daddy would prefer if you stay with them hm?”

I get up out of my seat and bend down to get a better view of his beautiful freckled face. He looks just like his dad maybe he would grow up to look better than him.

“Oh!! I forgot about those two. They’re usually too busy worrying about my little brother Inase.”

“Oh? Why is that little one. Matter of fact take a seat next to me. Vent a bit.”

“Oh thank you umm well my little brother can’t talk much. Like I can.”

“Really how old are the both of you?”

“I’m 5!!While he’s 3,but the thing is when I was three I could speak lots! Maybe they weren’t actually words but I was trying!!”

This is kid is actually really funny. I could see a little smile on his face when he realized his little joke made me laugh.

“That’s very nice little one,but maybe your brother just isn’t ready to start talking eh?”

“I know but it’s not very fair!! I started talking wayyy before him but he gets all the attention because he can’t talk. It’s wild and ridiculous if you ask me!”

I swear this kid has me in tears. I’ve never been around a child that expressive with a stranger before maybe because the lack of attention from his parents. Hmm this could be an opportunity for me to get more information.

“Hey what was your name again little one?”

“Oh yeah,pfft how rude of me. My name is Isaku Midoriya!! What’s yours?”

“Wow that’s an amazing name Isaku. My name is y/n l/n. But most of my friends call me pearl.”

“Wait.. I’m one of your friends?!”

I nod my head filling the child with excitement.

“THATS SO COOL!! I HAVE A NEW FRIEND YAYYY.”

I laugh at the child’s amusement until we heard foot steps coming our way. Oh lord here comes the devil women herself.

“Oh my gosh honey we were worried sick about you!! What did we tell you about wondering around without us!!”

“Moooooom I wasn’t doing anything wrong. I was hanging out with my friend like you and daddy do all the time.”

“Isaku don’t argue back with your mother..just go wait in the car you two I’ll be right in with all of you.”

“Ughhhh whatever.BYEE PEARL I HOPE TO SEE YOU SOOOOON.”

I wave back at the small boy with a smile on my face while his mom took him away to sit in the car with his younger brother.

Now it was just me and Deku. Alone

“I’m so so so sorry about my son. He gets too comfortable with people. We try to tell him all the time that bad people exist but he never seems to understand that.”

“Oh no he’s fine. Haha umm yeah I totally understand. As someone who studies child development and behaviors I know how you feel.”

Damn was that too much information about myself? Fuck! I could have ruined it for my first impression.

“Oh? That’s very cool! So you know a lot about children am I correct?”

“Yeah ofcourse. Children are our future. They’re fundamental to how humanity continues when we die. And by the looks of everything not to but into your life but he was telling me some things that don’t look too great.”

He signs and rolls his hands over his face.

“I’m sorry I know it looks bad but I promise we’re trying our best. With his younger brother being so different than him when he was his age you know?”

“Yeah I understand. What differences do they have if you don’t mine me asking?”

“Well Inase doesn’t speak or really verbally communicate with people or us for that matter. He’s very antisocial and he can’t ever seem to understand a lot of emotions we feel.”

“Oh so he’s autistic.”

“Excuse me?”

“Shit I apologize, I meant that those signs are of autism. Not to diagnose your child because that’s not my job but studying children a lot of kids who experience the things you’ve been describing are symptoms or signs of autism. Maybe get him checked by a doctor. That could explain a lot of things.”

“Wow uh you’re good at what you do I’ve never thought of that before. Thank you truthfully for your perspective on this.”

“No problem,it is what I wanna do when I graduate.Could I suggest you something else too?”

“Ofcourse you’ve helped me out already take a crack at it!”

“Sooo little Insaku believes you two don’t pay enough attention to him and if you don’t know that can lead him into some..dark places.Also with Inase maybe being a child with special needs it can get hard for him knowing you two have hero work. Maybe investing in a babysitter or nanny could help you with some of your problems.”

“Wow I’ve never thought of that! Thank you Pearl was it? Maybe you would be a good nanny for my sons. Since Insaku already likes you and you know study child behavior for crying out loud.”

“Awww! I would be honored to watch your beautiful babies! But wouldn’t you need to get a day so with your wife? I wouldn’t want to just jump into you guys life without a warming or agreement.”

“Yeah that’s understandable.Here just write your number down here on this napkin and I’ll text you if my wife comes to a decision.”

I write my number down and try to push down the blush building up on my face. I’m very nervous but surprisingly pulling this off.

“Well it was nice talking to you Miss Pearl. I’ll text you when we come to a decision. See you soon.”

I wave him goodbye as he goes out to his car and drives away. Talking to him surely speed up the time. It’s now time for my doctor’s visit.

Walking to the office really has me thinking about the conversation I just had with my fucking childhood crush. The amount of chemistry we had is incredible.

I’ve never wanted to keep a conversation going that long ever. Not even with my doctor. I hope that Ochako gives me a chance and thinks about her kids.

I’m doing this for the children only ofcourse. I would never let a little crush I had over the years get in the way of my learning opportunities.

The smell of cleaning supplies hirs my nose. Thankfully my office smells good while some are ehh?

“Oh hello Ms.L/n! You’re here right on time. The doctor is waiting for you in the back. In your usual room.”

I nod my head at the desk woman. I’ve never asked her name before. Never really was interested still isn’t to this day to be completely honest.

Surprisingly he’s already here waiting for me.

“Why hello Ms.L/n,take a seat so we can get started.”

I sit down and look him in his eye.

“So how have your day been going so far today.”

“Well it was weird at first.”

“How so? Please do explain.”

“Well when my class was over and I was walking down the halls all the colors had faded from the walls. But then I meet my hero crush today! We had an amazing conversation. I might become a nanny for them!”

“Well look at you,finally getting out of your shell. But on the other hand has your “checking” phase go away yet with the new medication we’ve given you.”

“Oh yeah it has gone away but… I’ve had more “contamination” attacks recently. I’ve burned my hands like 5 times yesterday.”

“That’s good to know. Now we’re gonna prescribe you with some medicine to help with that. Okay and please missy think back to our method for understanding reality.”

“Yes sir, is that all we have to discuss here?”

“Umm yes it is, well you know the drill if you have any bad thoughts about anything give me a call. Make sure to take your medication and you’ll be fine.”

We both stand up ready to end the session. They’re normally pretty good. When I was younger they were way worse. I’ve improved since then.

“Oh yeah! I forgot, your grandma called me last week and told me that you made comments about wanting to see a plastic surgeon to get a breast lift. Are you still interested in that?”

“Oh I completely forgot about that. Umm yeah that was be nice I guess. I’ve just been a little insecure about my boobs lately I guess? I like the size of them they’re pretty but they’re just really droopy.”

“Well that isn’t uncommon dear. Your 20 years old your body is changing. Since you are interested ik text you my friends number. He’s a great plastic surgeon.”

“Thank you Doctor.”

“Of course nothings to hard for my favorite patient. Have a nice rest of the day.”

I waved at him and the desk lady. It’s crazy because I didn’t remember that honestly. Some people would get pretty upset at me for being insecure about my body since I’m built like a Tabe Koji character as some men have said. I didn’t know who he was at first until I looked him up and I can confirm I do look a lot like his female characters. But I’ve never been interested in fucking old men.

The train has always been my weakness. I’ve always been afraid to be on there on my own. The groping culture and just being around tons of people scare me a little. Especially the groping thing. I never really know if it’s real or not. So if I was to report them they would look at my mental illness and not believe me.

Breathe in and breathe out. That’s all I can do and pray that someone kind will let me sit in a seat. Or I can fake being pregnant to get a seat. I’m not that cruel what if an actual woman needs it.

I have to get over it the train is starting already. What song should I choose.. Oh well never mind Dark Red by Steve Lacy is already playing..

It’s not going that bad so far. Mostly women are around me and not so many men. Thankfully… Wait people are shuffling oh shit it’s already started… some poor unfortunate soul had already got groped.

I’ve never been the person to be like “as long as it’s not me” but in these situations that’s all that runs through my head.

Only a few more stops left… things are going good! No need to assume everything that’s gonna happen.

…huffing

Huffing dead in my ear. Like someone has just ran a marathon.

I can’t seem to look back I’m smushed between… no t-this can’t be happening right now. Everything was good!? Please god no! Not today every thing was going so well?!

Hands.. sweaty ones grip my waist. I can’t control my shuddering. Everytime I get on this damn train it’s a perv on here.

I feel it. A harsh grab of my chest.

“Yo get your filthy hands off my girlfriend you fucking bastard.”

“H-huh man I’m not doing anything I-I promise.”

“Yeah yeah get the fuck away from her now.”

The man rushes to get off at stop.. This is the first time someone has stopped a man from doing this. Interesting,I felt something deep inside be from the man’s raspy deep voice and dangerous approach. It was..sexy

“Thank you sir. Really I never expected anyone to help me really..”

“Whatever, You just looked really disturbed. It was cute kind erotic. You look like a women from the hentai I watch so I thought if someone’s gonna make you look like that I’ll be me.”

That took me by surprise

“Oh? What’s your name hero?”

“Oh honey I’m far from hero. But the names Shigaraki.”

*Ding*

The train stopped. It was my time to leave. That was interesting.. No one is actually here. Well not the man I was having a flashback of.

But however the man groping me was there. Yanking my shoulder from him.

“I hope I got your dick hard sir.”

Some men disgust me to the fullest. What if I was a high school girl? Not like they would give a damn. But that flashback… eh must been a fake scenario I have those all the time.

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Time skip 15 minutes walking to your apartment..

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Ah the smell of tea and cakes. That’s a good sign. My grandparents weren’t here to terrorize me like they always do. Great cause I need a nice hot shower.

Stripping out of me clothes. I turn on my shower. Thankfully I make enough money from disability to have a nice apartment that has a nice shower. It has so many different shower options it’s nice.

Feeling the hot water on my bare skin has me thinking back to the conversation me and Deku had..

Holy shit I’ve never wanted to touch myself to him since high school. I’ve never felt this way in… so long.

Thinking back to his facial expressions he made throughout our conversation. Oh his praise,

“Ughhh- ohh my godddd Deku I need you r-right now.”

He’s such a good dad. He trusts a stranger he meet at a cafe to watch over his kids. Fuck that’s so hot..

Coming to my high I released.

“Good get a grip Y/n.”

Drying my hair and starting my excessive skincare routine a ping on my phone catches me attention.

“Hey! Pearl me and my wife have come to a conclusion. We both would love to have you watch our kids we just want to do a little sit down and talk and you can get started! We’ll talk about the hours and payments tomorrow as well. See you then!”

（╹◡╹）♡

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OMGGG THIS IS MY FIRST TIME WRITING ON TMBLR AND IM VERY EXCITED TO FINISH THIS I HAVE SO MANY IDEAS~~

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enigma-and-oasis · 3 months

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That KiriKami oneshot I hope you still plan to write because the way it looks, sheesh! I always headcanon Kirishima as a dom and a total top. But I wouldn't mind seeing Kirishima switching for once and being a sub top! Sounds intriguing and I can't wait to read more!

Nonnie🥵🥵 trust me what I have prepared for that KiriKami oneshot is just pure smut and porn. It's going to be lewd and nasty🔞🔞 I am going to publish it soon.

Honestly Kirishima is definitely a total top and a total dom. Because dom top Kirishima is just🥵😵‍💫🥵😵‍💫 *chefs kiss* He is lewd and perverted but is a casanova about it😩 I headcanon him as a dom top and total top. But that 1% sliver I can see him being a dominant bottom because he can do it well but I see him as a total top.

But sub top Kirishima😳😳👀👀 oh that is very hot. I will be writing some sub top Kirishima content and this oneshot will have Kirishima being a sub top😵‍💫 so just you wait nonnie~

#bnha #kirishima eijirou #denki kaminari #kirikami #kiridenki #mha #aged up characters #dom kirishima #top kirishima #sub kirishima #sub top #ughhhh #i am filthy #hot homoerotica

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theloveinc · 2 years

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chubby baby kirishima 😻😻

WAHHHH they’re literal hell to birth but it’s so, so worth it when they end up being the cutest little dough ball anyone has ever seen. Cutest cheeks, cutest arms, cutest thighs… and they’re always smiling, bouncing, chewing on their toes, getting so, so happy whenever you or Kiri pick them up. Every single time they make grabby hands so that you’ll rub their squishy cheek against yours or even give them little raspberries on their belly.

And I’m just thinking about when Kiri has skin to skin time with them, too. You find them on the couch together, their chunky rolls stuck to his as he rubs their back and pats their diaper to help them sleep… all the while trying not to cry over how cute they are🥺🥺🥺

Both of them def get a little upset when you try to move baby to the crib. Kiri’s just… so good w/ babies it makes me want to SCREAM.

(It’s actually a bit scary though, at least before they’re born… cuz maybe 6-7 months into your pregnancy, Kiri is showing you a picture of him as a baby… and then wondering why the sight nearly makes you faint. Dude was so big as an infant, you should’ve know literally all his spawn were gonna come out as big as MELONS.

Takes a while to get over honestly, but by then… it’s too late🤧🤧🤧)

#kirishima #tik tok sound: WHY DIDNT YOU TELL ME #kiri: WELL OBVIOUSLY I DIDNT KNOW IT WOULD SCARE YOU #you go to the doctor a week later and get told they’re already large for their age and ur just looking at Kiri like 😬😑#no more babies after this eij #he makes it up to you tho by giving u those v*gina massages that help stretch you out LOL #hope this was okay!!!#I don’t feel like I’m on my game tonight #but #I was just hoping I’d get an ask about babies!!! you read my mind🫶🏻🫶🏻🫶🏻#I was just reading all my kids stuff on ihb too and this reminds me of the ask I got abt Kiri babies always being n*ked fhjfjfnfj #also while I’m here: kiri being an absolutely baby meister….#u know those things that are like ‘he sees u w a baby and it makes him want one’#well I see kiri with a baby and I want one LOL #I’m kinda kidding but kiri just being so good w/ infants… being the only one bakugos kid doesn’t scream around #or that Denki’s kids don’t torture #I’m gonna melt #anwyay #anon #caitie things #kids tw #pregnancy tw #gen

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bakubunny · 6 months

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bnha: voice kink!reader

bakugo | todoroki | kaminari | shinso

because sometimes, just the sound of their voice is enough to make you….

summary: head canons and drabbles on various bnha characters when they find out you have a voice kink

bakugo: the roommate

you’re trying to be quiet knowing you have neighbors, but it’s a little hard to tell how loud your whimpers are with noise cancelling headphones on. and it’s not like your roommate is home anyways, so it’s fine. plus, you can only do so much when you’ve got a dildo in one hand making a mess of your bedsheets. your mind is floating, rubbing your clit with the other, body shuddering in pleasure.

katsuki comes home early from a day of patrol paperwork and settles onto the couch in the livingroom. he can hear you because the walls are too thin in your tiny apartment. he wouldn’t mind (because honestly, everyone does it,) if he didn’t wonder what the hell has you cumming so goddamn much. he glances at the clock nearby; that must have been the fourth or fifth time in less than ten minutes. a small, breathy, “kats-” travels through the thin wall.

that’s it, he has to know.

you’re on the brink of cumming again as the bedroom door slowly swings open. katsuki leans on the doorframe and watches an orgasm rip through your body, back arching off the bed as your legs shake while he goes entirely unnoticed. he pulls the headphones off your head and puts them on before you can stop him. the grin on his face is almost sickening as he listens while you frantically reach for a blanket and your phone to cut the audio. the guy’s voice is low and gruff, filthy words spilling from his lips between growls and heavy groans, and he’s got to be using a pussy sleeve given the wet plap-plap-plap in the background.

funnily enough, katsuki thinks, the voice in question is… kind of similar to his, but his dirty talk is mediocre at best. your head is still foggy and swirling when you stop the audio.

“tch. is this really all it takes to get you off like that? some half-assed dirty talk from a random guy with his dick in his hand?” katsuki teases.

your face burns. “what the fuck are you doing in my room?” you ask as you sit up. “how long have you been here?”

“i can hear you in the other room, sweetheart,” he says as he pulls the headphones off.

your cheeks burn. “then don’t fucking listen, sweetheart. i don’t walk in on you jacking off in the shower twice a day, do i?” you deflate a little when his grin only gets bigger.

“y’said my name. don’t hear me sayin’ yours do ya?” he replies, leaning down to look in your eyes.

your stomach drops. “i-i didn’t-”

“don’t fucking lie to me. answer my question.”

“fine. it slipped out. and no, i don’t. does that stroke your ego enough, asshole? will you get out now?” at this rate, you’ll be looking for another place to live by morning with the level of shame and embarrassment you feel.

katsuki leans in further. you almost pull away, but he grabs you by the neck, his lips grazing your ear. “why should i leave you with that pathetic little toy when i’m right here, hmm?”

“oh fuck,” you whine.

“oh fuck is right, princess,” he says. “lay back down and open your fucking legs.”

soon, katsuki’s got your legs wrapped around his waist as his big, thick cock bullies your already swollen cunt. every grunt, every groan, every word he says is right in your ear, his lips brushing against your skin. you’re not sure how many times you’ve cum by the time he’s finished, but you do know you probably have a new record thanks to him.

bakugo with a voice kink!partner

i get the feeling that katsuki knows how sexy his voice is… he’s not that surprised. as a partner, he teases the hell out of you with it. if he finds out you get turned on by him saying the most mundane shit, it’s over for you bbg. he’s going to use it against you lmao.

he likes being close, lots of physical touch (especially during sex), uses touch as a way of communication…. this has its benefits when you’re shivering from his voice and his breath on your skin.

sends you the filthiest audio clips you could ever dream of because he gets off on how much it turns you on. may or may not be stroking it for you to hear while he records them.

will absolutely call you and tease you if he knows you’re turned on/playing with yourself and he’s not around. it doesn’t matter what he’s doing (within reason). if he’s home alone or anywhere he can get away with it, it’s praise, dirty talk, and degradation. if not, he’ll talk to you about anything while he listens and his pants get tight. might even put you on mute during a virtual meeting or smth just so you can hear his voice, knowing what you’re doing while he does.

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todoroki: the clueless nerd

"...yeah. overall, this is well written. if you fix a few things you'll get a much better grade…."

shoto has no fucking clue, does he? you think as he continues to rip apart help you with your essay. it's for one of the last classes you have to take for your major to graduate; the content is dense and your professor is absolutely ruthless. shoto was one of two people in a class of thirty who managed to get higher than an 85 on the first essay, and luckily for you, he's also your friend who's willing to help.

you're trying to focus on shoto's words, truly, you are. but his low, slightly raspy voice is distracting as hell. it makes your skin hot every time he leans into you a little bit to look at your laptop screen to get a better look at what you're doing.

"...so if you break this paragraph up into multiple, you can further expound with an analysis of..."

it feels criminal how good one man can sound. your cheeks are turning red as he plainly explains what can be fixed. you find yourself leaning in as he speaks and you kiss him on the cheek mid-sentence.

shoto stops. he blushes. “i uh. i didn’t know kissing was part of helping you with your essay.”

you laugh softly.

“it’s not. your voice is nice to listen to, and it makes me wanna kiss you. is that okay?”

“y-yeah, that’s okay,” he says, a heavy breath on his lips as he smiles a little.

“then how about you keep talking, and i keep kissing?” you say with a grin and another peck towards his jawline.

shoto replies with a nervous laugh. “that - that might prove to be a little distracting.”

“i think that’s only fair after how long you’ve sat here making it so difficult to focus with that voice of yours.” your lips graze the shell of his ear as you speak and he shudders. you turn his face towards you. “can i kiss you?”

a breathy “yes,” leaves his lips before they crash into yours.

todoroki with a voice kink!partner

if he (somehow) didn't find out abt your kink until you were well into your relationship, he might wonder if there's anything different he should do. he's not insecure, but rather practical and wanting to give you the most pleasure. it's kind of sweet, actually.

shoto is absolutely clueless about how darling his voice is. he’s always a little surprised about how much he can turn you on by just talking. he thought his skill with dirty talk had improved (it had), when really it’s the sound of his voice brushing against the shell of your ear that makes your heart pound.

best moments are when you’re laying in bed and he’s telling you about his day. he’ll never truly get how incredibly sexy that low, raspy murmur of his truly is to you, but he’ll start to get a few hints if you interrupt him with periodic kisses.

he loves discreetly listening to you get off over the phone while he talks to you about whatever.

might try phone sex every now and then, but he’s probably not going to send you audio/video unless you ask him when you’re in the middle of it.

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kaminari: the boyfriend

denki is singing along to the tune on the radio as you sit in his passenger seat. his hand is on your thigh, and your mind can only focus on the bright smile and pretty voice leaving his lips.

“have i ever told you how sexy your voice is?” you ask.

denki stops singing. without missing a beat, he puts on a faux-seductive face and says, “who wouldn’t think this voice is sexyyy?”

“denki, i’m being serious,” you reply as a smile pulls on your cheeks. “you could say just about anything and i’d be able to get off from it.”

“oh really?” his grin widens. “then open those pretty little legs of yours and show me.”

kaminari with a voice kink!partner

once he finds out, he doesn’t realize that he’s so much hotter when he doesn’t try that hard. a little effort goes a long way, and you’re going to have to explain that to him. otherwise you’ll have to put up with his comedic “sexy man” voice when he’s actually trying and you’ll be holding back giggles for the rest of your relationship. 😭

he uses his voice to get you going and tease you once he figures out what you like.

even if you live together, he’s a fan of phone & video sex. whenever he’s gone for more than a day, he’ll be caling you.

denki loves recording the two of you together.

also another one that loves only giving and receiving via audio/video. he’s more than willing to talk to you on the phone discreetly and loves sending clips of him jacking off.

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shinso: the “best friend”

“hey, what’s up?” hitoshi says when he picks up the phone.

a shiver slides down your neck. how is his voice always so damn smooth?

“you busy tonight?” you ask, simultaneously hoping he wouldn’t catch the slight need in your tone while hoping he’d say no. you hear laughter in the background.

“i’m with a couple of the guys, yeah,” he replies slowly. his voice lowers a little. “why do you ask, hmm?”

it’s slight, but you can hear the playfulness in shinso’s expression. heat rushes to your thighs. why does he have to be such a tease? the background noise faded briefly.

you pull your phone away from your ear and mouth a silent, “fuck me,” before answering. “no reason in particular, just wondering if you were free to hang.”

“so you called?” it was more of a statement than a question.

“i- yes, i called,” you say, another flash of heat hitting your cheeks this time. “i’ll let you go. have fun, okay?”

“no. stay on the phone,” he demands. “get something for me.” shinso wasn’t asking for you to get just anything. no, he only said that when he wanted you to pull out a toy, and a specific one at that.

“shin, no. aren’t you with friends?” you ask. truthfully, your heart races at the thought of them possibly overhearing you.

“yes, i am. go on, get it out and send me the link,” he replies.

you sigh and shuffle around a bit as you grumble something about him being obnoxious, trying to avoid telling him that you were already wearing the g-spot vibe he was referring to.

"you've already got it in, don't you?" shinso's voice is warm and deep, so smooth that it slides straight down your body and sinks into your skin.

your shuffling stops. “maybe i do, yeah.”

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“good girl.” his speech is slow and drawn out as he grins.

denki glances over at him, brows raised. hitoshi listens as a heavy breath leaves your lips. he holds up a hand indicating for denki to give him a moment. he puts a finger to his lips and taps the speakerphone button.

“can you quiet down? jeez. someone’s gonna hear you,” you reply.

“send me the link and maybe, yeah,” he says.

now denki, hanta, eijiro, and even katsuki fall quiet, not knowing what’s going on. a text message pops up on his screen.

“there it is. you listen so well, pretty girl.”

you hold back a moan. “fuck, don’t talk like that. what do you mean maybe?” you ask.

hitoshi turns on the vibrator and a whimper comes through the speaker. “i think you might enjoy it if everyone knew what you were doing right now.”

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a shudder rolls down your back. “f-fuck you,” you say weakly.

“oh you want me to fuck you, huh? wanna hear me moaning in your ear instead?” hitoshi teases.

he starts moving the control for the vibe from low to high in waves and you can’t hold back a moan. your hand sinks between your legs to relieve the ache of your throbbing clit.

“yes, please, your voice is so sexy. wish you were here,” you reply

“stop on by, sweetheart.”

another smug voice chimes in.

“yeah, there’s plenty of you to go around, i bet,” denki says.

you groan, the weight of his voice and his words falling into your ear. “‘toshi, you fucking asshole.”

hitoshi put the vibe on high and left it there as your whining moans filled the room.

“what? you sound so pretty when you moan for me. it would be impolite to keep that from my guests, don’t you think?”

shinso with a voice kink!partner

shinso has a voice modulator with his hero costume. do you rly think he doesn’t know the power his voice could have over you without his quirk? he’s a smooth talker when he wants to be. he knows.

he’s constantly trying to nuzzle up to you and use that tone of voice that makes your head fuzzy. he could be telling you about the weather or his plans for the day and you’ll have goosebumps shooting over every inch of your skin because he’s damn good at it. then he’s all, “aww, what’s wrong, kitten?” like he doesn’t already know while you bury your face in his chest.

also calls you often or leaves unnecessarily long audios to give you something to listen to. sometimes it’s just to be sweet and let you hear his voice because it’s soothing to you. other times? he wants to hear what his voice does to you.

can totally see him asking to listen as you get off because your voice turns him on just as much. may discover his own voice kink.

will occasionally send audios of him jacking off as a way of showing love.

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jade-of-mourning · 2 years

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i was tempted to give them a tray of shiggy-hand-fries on that table. the five of them have the most high school band energy i’ve ever witnessed and i felt like drawing them :>

(the joke’s not funny anymore since i don’t know what fashion is, but i was committed. kami probably came up with it and in spite of the other four adamantly hating it, nobody had a better idea — aside from “a-band”, which he rightfully argued is objectively awful)

can’t draw shoes but i spent too much time on them so now you get to look at them

#bnha #a-band #kaminari denki #kyouka jirou #yaoyorozu momo #tokoyami fumikage #bakugou katsuki #the thing is that these past three days i've had finals and i proceeded to spend #over twelve hours making this drawing instead of studying #i sat down for seven hours straight and gave myself a headache with this #this is the desaturated version my eyes are in great pain #please help me next time i don't know how people dress #the reason bakugou and jirou look so lame = i didn't have pictures that i wanted to use lol #this drawing came up because i was thinking about how the 'bakusquad' and 'dekusquad' feel like college friend groups #you know. the ones that last for ages #and the a-band felt more like a high school friend group #and also i think it's funny as shit if kami was the only left from bakugou's high school career and he never lets it down #lychee's trash art

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the things that hide you. | pt. 1

SUMMARY

“Nothing’s wrong,” Mina says, frowning down at the floor. Eijirou doesn’t respond, and, even though she knows that he’s doing it intentionally so that she feels obligated to fill the silence, Mina finds herself admitting, “I mean, Bakugou is still really angry, but there’s nothing wrong with that.” Eijirou blinks at her. “I’m pretty sure that there is something wrong with that, Mina.”

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Everything is fine.

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“You’re kidding me.”

It's the only thing that Mina can think of to say when she steps off of the elevator at six o’clock in the morning and sees Yamada-sensei sitting on the common room couch like it's the most natural thing in the world. Stranger than that, though, is the little boy sitting beside him, the little boy that looks a lot like Bakugou Katsuki but can’t possibly be Bakugou Katsuki, but, when he glances over at her, Mina sees that his eyes are the color of blood fresh from a vein, and her knees go a little weak because those are the eyes she’s seen nearly every day since the school year first started.

She says it again, numb shock spreading like frost under her skin, “You’re kidding me.”

Because, sure, Aizawa-sensei explained what had happened, but hearing about something and actually seeing it are two completely different things, and she can’t decide whether she’s amused or terrified by the fact that her friend is actually now a fucking child.

“Holy shit,” she says. “Holy shit.”

“Good morning, Ashido!” Yamada-sensei says, looking over at her with a smile firmly in place, like this is an everyday thing, like he regularly invites himself into the 1-A dorm building with a miniaturized student in tow, and Mina feels a bit like screaming. “This is Bakugou! You haven’t met him before -” and his words are careful, deliberate “- but Eraserhead and I are taking care of him until his parents return from their trip.” Then, nudging Bakugou to get his attention, “This is Ashido. She’s one of my students, and she’s training to be a hero!”

“She’s pink,” Bakugou points out.

“Yes, I can see that,” Yamada-sensei says, giving Mina an apologetic glance. It's a look that she’s long since become accustomed to, the look that said, I’m sorry that my kid is staring at you, and it's weird, really weird, to receive it from her English teacher.

Somehow, Mina says, “It's nice to meet you, Bakugou.”

Bakugou studies her for a moment more, scrutinizing, and then hums, “Mhm,” before turning back to the book in his lap.

Yamada-sensei’s smile turns a bit exasperated. “Don’t be rude,” he chides.

“I’m not being rude,” is Bakugou’s muttered response. He’s curled against the arm of the couch, one finger dragging along the margins of his page to keep track of what line he’s on, and he doesn’t pay Mina the slightest bit of attention when he says, “I don’t want to talk to her.”

Mina can’t help but feel a bit offended. “I literally just met you,” she reminds him, frowning. “Like, five seconds ago.”

“Yeah, I know,” Bakugou says, eyes finally flicking over to her, assessing. “Still don’t want to talk to you, though. I don’t want to talk to anyone.”

Yamada-sensei pinches at the bridge of his nose like he’s trying to stave off a headache, and Mina notices for the first time that her teacher looks exhausted. She wonders if watching over Bakugou has really tired him out that much, and, like he can read her thoughts, he shoots her a weary grin. “He wouldn’t go to bed until midnight,” he says. “He’s a bit cranky.”

“I am not,” Bakugou says, glaring first at Mina, who holds her hands up in surrender, and then at Yamada-sensei, who simply raises an eyebrow, unimpressed. “Stop talking about me like I’m not here.”

“I’m not talking about you like you’re not here,” Yamada-sensei sighs, dragging a hand down his face. “I’m just trying to explain that you’re not at your best right now.”

“The Hell is that supposed to mean?” Bakugou asks, defensive. “I’m feeling fine.” He turns his page with more force than necessary, and Mina can see the way his hackles are rising. He’s probably mulling over the words in his head, getting more irritated by their assumed meaning with each passing second, and Mina thinks, cynically amused, That’s nothing new. She’s almost expecting it when Bakugou slams his book shut and snaps at Yamada-sensei, “How long are you going to stay here, anyways? You can fucking leave, you know.”

Yamada-sensei tilts his head. Behind his glasses, his eyes are smudged with sleepless shadows. “Do you want me to leave?”

Bakugou glares at him for several long seconds, then admits, “No,” in a begrudging way that implies that he’s not very happy about what he does and doesn’t want. “But you’re going to leave anyways, so.” He shrugs and opens his book, grumbling, “You made me lose my fucking page.”

“I’m not going to leave, Bakugou,” Yamada-sensei says, and he sounds like he’s talking in the middle of a different conversation, like this is something that’s been discussed already. “Not unless you want me to.”

“You’re a fucking liar,” Bakugou says, as brutally honest as ever, and Mina silently adds this to her checklist of things that apparently haven’t changed at all throughout the years. “You’re going to go away and leave me alone and you won’t come back until you want to.” He says this all while continuing to read his book, eyes fixed on the pages like he’s intentionally avoiding looking at Yamada-sensei. “That’s what adults do. That’s what parents do.”

The silence stretches like a rubber band being pulled too far. Yamada-sensei stares at Bakugou, and Bakugou stares at his book, and Mina stares at both of them, wondering what the fuck just happened. “Okay!” she says, trying to relieve some of the tension. She finds herself using the same peppy voice that Eijirou used when he was trying to hype people up, and the attempt sounds ridiculously fake, but it's better than sounding as confused as she feels. “So, I’m just going to make some breakfast, alright? Is anybody else hungry?”

“Breakfast?” Yamada-sensei echoes, like he isn’t sure that he heard her correctly. When Mina nods, he shakes his head and stands up, saying, “You don’t need to make anything. I’ll do it.”

“No, it's fine! I don’t mind! It's pretty early, and you look really tired, so…” She trails off, unsure of what point she was trying to make.

“I’d feel guilty if I made a kid cook for me,” Yamada-sensei says, and there’s that trademark grin of his, the one she grew up seeing on posters and news reels. Without giving her a chance to argue, he looks at Bakugou and asks, “Hey, what do you want to eat?”

“I’m not hungry,” Bakugou says, and his voice is clipped and sharp. “I keep saying that.”

“Bakugou,” Yamada-sensei says, frowning down at him, “you barely ate anything yesterday. There is literally nothing you can say that will convince me that you’re not hungry.”

“If I were hungry, don’t you think I would’ve eaten by now?” He glares up at Yamada-sensei with an expression of frustrated bewilderment. “Why are you still here, anyway?”

“I already said that I wasn’t leaving,” Yamada-sensei says. “And, on the off chance that you really aren’t hungry, I’d still like you to eat something.”

“You don’t have to take care of me.” “Well, I’m going to.”

Bakugou stares at him for a moment, then shakes his head and mutters, “Leave me alone.”

“I’m going to make you some breakfast, alright? Do you like eggs? And toast?” When Bakugou doesn’t respond, Yamada-sensei tries, “Do you still like apples?” Bakugou gives a half-hearted shrug, obviously meant as a dismissal rather than an answer, and Yamada-sensei sighs. “Alright,” he says. “Got it.”

Mina blinks as her teacher walks towards the kitchen. “Hey, are you sure you don’t want me to do it?” she asks, not very thrilled at the concept of being alone in a room with an obviously antisocial kid. “It’d be no problem.”

“No, it's fine,” Yamada-sensei says, shooting her a smile over his shoulder. “I’ve got it handled.”

“... Alright,” Mina says, then reluctantly walks to the couch. She sits down on the far end from Bakugou, crossing her legs and turning on the TV while periodically sneaking glances at her classmate-turned-child. She clicks over to one of the many shows Kaminari roped her into watching, muting it and making sure the subtitles are on before asking, hesitantly, “So, Bakugou? How old are you?”

“None of your business.”

“Okay.”

Bakugou gives her a particularly unreadable look, then says, “I’m seven.”

“That’s…” Mina frowns, trying to figure out how such a young kid could be so angry at the world. Sure, she herself was a little shit at that age, but she’s pretty sure that she was never as bitter as Bakugou is right now. Without thinking it through all the way, she asks, “Do you get into a lot of trouble?”

Bakugou startles, then narrows his eyes at her. “The fuck are you talking about?” he asks, sounding incredulous. “What kind of trouble?”

Mina thinks about where she was at seven years old, wild and full of restless energy, then forms her response around it. “Do you get into a lot of fights?”

Bakugou considers both her and her question, then shrugs. “Yeah,” he says. “I guess.” Then, as an afterthought, “It's not my fault, though.”

“Oh, really.” The words come out more disbelieving than Mina intended them to, and she winces as Bakugou’s expression snaps into something more defensive. Great. Good job, Mina. “Whose fault is it, then?”

“Not mine,” Bakugou says. “All of them were fucking asking for it, and then I’m the one who always gets blamed, which is bullshit. It's not even my fault!” He huffs and stares blankly at the pages of his book, obviously not even reading the words. “It pisses me off so much. I get in trouble for shit I don’t even start.”

Sympathetically, Mina says, “That does sound pretty unfair.”

Bakugou side-eyes her for a moment, then pulls himself into a sitting position, closing his book. “Why are you asking, anyway?” He still sounds suspicious, but also genuinely curious, like this conversation is some kind of dangerous animal that he probably shouldn’t be touching but can’t help but want to do exactly that. “You don’t even know me.”

Mina opens her mouth to protest, because, yeah, she likes to think that she knows Bakugou pretty well. Not as well as Midoriya knows him, since that was an impossibly high score to beat, and definitely not as well as she herself knows Ejirou, but, still. She knows that he hates horror movies - not because he thought they were scary, but because the sight of all the blood and gore made him sick - and that he kept his dorm so clean that it looked like a cut-out from some kind of home-and-living magazine. She knows that he smokes when he’s stressed and he drinks when he’s sad, and she knows that he smelled like nothing but cigarettes for at least two weeks after he got kidnapped. She knows a million little details about him that add up and multiply until he’s a completely different person from who she thought he was when she first saw him. She knows him. She knows that he’s her friend. She knows that she would die for him in a heartbeat. She knows that he’s precious to her in a way that few ever manage to be.

… But none of that counts right now, does it?

Mina closes her mouth. Opens it, then says, quietly, “You’re right.”

“That doesn’t answer my question,” Bakugou says, insistent. His wariness has given way to full-blown curiosity, spurred on by the lack of response. “Why’d you ask about the fights and stuff?”

Deciding that honesty is the best way to go, Mina shrugs. “I got into a lot of fights when I was your age,” she says. “I was just wondering.”

“Did people get mad at you, too?”

Mina thinks about the first-aid kit she bought from the convenience store when she was six, how she brought it back to an empty house and treated her wounds herself, the bruises and cuts and scrapes that came with being young and pissed at everything that moved. She thinks of her mother, too busy darting from place to place to attend the meetings that her principal tried to set up, and she thinks of her father, his grip tight on her wrist or arm or hair - anywhere he could reach, anywhere that would hurt - as he told her to stop acting out, to stop being dramatic, to stop being everything he hated about her.

“Yeah,” Mina says, and feels her lips pull into a wry grin. “They did.”

Mina swallows a mouthful of food and then asks, “So, why are you here?”

Yamada-sensei looks up from where he’s trying to coax Bakugou into putting down his book. “Bakugou wanted to meet Eri,” he says. “He’s been wondering about whose room he’s been staying in, and - Bakugou, please, what’s so interesting about that story?”

Bakugou takes a bite of toast for the first time in ten minutes. “It's got a bunch of stuff about weapons,” he says, turning another page. “Swords and knives and shit. I like it.”

Yamada-sensei stares at him for a long moment, then leans over and reads the book over his shoulder. He opens his mouth, then closes it, then opens it again and says, sounding both concerned and impressed, “Bakugou, I’m pretty sure that you’re not supposed to be reading this.” A pause, then, “I’m pretty sure that you shouldn’t be able to read this.” He points at what is presumably a long and difficult word and asks, “Do you even know what this means?”

Bakugou bats his hand away without a second glance. “Yeah,” he says, still reading. “It means to be really confused about something.”

Yamada-sensei shakes his head and turns back to his food, muttering something about kids who are too smart for their own good, and Mina finds herself saying, “Hyperlexia!” in a voice that is way too loud for her to be able to deny that she’d spoken. In the silence that follows, Yamada-sensei blinks at her, and even Bakugou looks up from his book to stare at her. Mina clamps her hands over her mouth and glares down at the coffee table, face burning.

Finally, carefully, Yamada-sensei says, “Yes, I guess that could explain it.” He looks over at Bakugou, taking advantage of his sudden attentiveness to ask, “When did you learn to read?”

Bakugou narrows his eyes like he suspects that Yamada-sensei has some kind of ulterior motive, then says, still sounding slightly suspicious, “When I was four.” He glances down at his book, then closes it with a heavy, long-suffering sigh. “Deku still can’t fucking read properly, and it's annoying as Hell.”

“Annoying and Deku don’t always have to be in the same sentence, Bakugou,” Yamada-sensei points out.

“Maybe he should stop being annoying, then.” Bakugou chews thoughtfully on a bite of toast, then says, “He cries too much.”

“That seems to be your main complaint about him, kiddo.”

“Well, it's true. He’s a crybaby.”

“That’s the same exact thing that you said yesterday.”

“That doesn’t mean that it's not true. It makes it more true. He’s a fucking crybaby shithead and I don’t like him.”

Yamada-sensei looks like he’s trying very hard not to laugh, and Mina has to admit that it is kind of funny to hear a seven-year-old talk shit about someone who is currently sixteen. Someone who is currently sixteen and her classmate. Who also has no idea that said seven-year-old is actually talking shit about him. Plus, she concedes, trying to justify her own amusement, Midoriya really does cry a lot. Not that she’s any better, but, still.

“Bakugou,” Yamada-sensei says, failing to hold back a grin. “That’s not a very nice thing to call your friend.”

“We are not friends,” Bakugou shoots back, scowling at Yamada-sensei as if the teacher has just cursed him and his entire bloodline. “At all.” And then he glances over at Mina, his eyebrows furrowing as he asks, “Why the fuck are you smiling, huh?”

At the too-familiar incredulity in his too-young voice, Mina’s self-control snaps, and she laughs until she cries.

At around seven o’clock, Mina asks Yamada-sensei if he wants her to go get Eri, to which he responds, “Where is she, anyways?”

Mina pauses in the middle of putting a plate away, considering the question. Then she says, “I’m pretty sure she’s with Eijirou.”

“Oh.” When Mina glances back at him, she sees that her teacher is frowning as he rinses off the breakfast plates. “I thought that Shouta was joking about the sword-fighting thing.”

“... Sword-fighting,” Mina echoes, then resists the urge to drop her head into her hands as realization strikes her like a physical blow. “Oh my God, Sensei,” she says, completely mortified that her best friend had the common sense of a literal rock. “I am so sorry.”

Yamada-sensei stares at her, then asks, sounding worried, “Does Kirishima actually know how to swordfight?”

“Yeah. Yeah, he’s just - he knows how to swordfight, I just can’t believe that he would try to teach that to Eri. Actually, I can, but…” She groans and closes the dishwasher, walking past Yamada-sensei toward the elevator. “I’ll go get him. And Eri.”

“Are they even awake?” Yamada-sensei asks, glancing down at his watch. “It's still pretty early, and it is a Sunday.”

“He wakes up before I do,” Mina explains. “I don’t know if Eri is awake, but I’ll bring her down if she is.” She presses the up button on the elevator, then looks over at where Bakugou is once again sitting on the couch, sprawled out on his stomach and still reading the book that he supposedly should not be reading. Mina shakes her head and steps inside the elevator, calling out, “I’ll be right back!” as the doors slide shut before her. She selects Eijirou’s floor, then buries her face in her hands.

This, she decides, is going to be a long fucking day.

The door to Bakugou’s dorm is hanging open, and Mina closes it without a second thought, knowing how pissed Bakugou got when people went through his things without permission. She supposes that it technically didn’t really matter right now, but, still. Old habits die hard. She knocks on Eijirou’s door, raising her eyebrows when there’s the sound of muffled cursing from inside her friend’s room, then stepping aside as the door flies open and rebounds off the wall with enough force that Mina has to grab it to keep it from slamming into Eijirou’s face.

“Oh,” Eijirou says, breaking into a grin when he sees that it's her. “Good morning, Mina!”

Mina looks him up and down, eyebrows rising higher as she takes in his appearance. His shirt is splattered with red, which means that he’s either just redyed his hair or he’s just murdered someone, and there's a mottled blue-black bruise on his arm that honestly looks really painful.

Following her gaze, Eiirou’s grin turns sheepish. “Eri launched a surprise attack on me,” he says.

“Ah,” is Mina’s response.

Eijirou steps aside so that she can walk into his room, then closes the door behind her. Looking around, Mina sees that Eri is sitting in the middle of Eijirou’s bed, humming to herself as she organizes several sheathed swords in front of her. “Eijirou! Are those real?”

“Of course not!” Eijirou says, sounding offended by Mina’s accusation. “Those ones are just for practice!” He waves a hand at his closet and says, “The real ones are in there.” Then, seeing her doubtful expression, he puts his hands on his hips and gives her that grin that has endeared so many teachers throughout the years. “Have a little faith, will you? Do you really think that I’d let her touch anything sharp?”

Helpfully, Eri pipes up, “He let me hold one of them.”

“Eri!” Eijirou hisses.

Mina crosses her arms and narrows her eyes at Eijirou, unamused. “What were you saying?” she asks. “Something about not letting her touch anything sharp?”

“Oh, shush.” Eijirou turns to his dresser and yanks his shirt over his head, tossing it to the side and pulling on a new one. He glances over his shoulder at Mina and asks, “So, are you just here to criticize my babysitting methods, or do you actually need something?”

“Your babysitting methods need a lot of criticism,” Mina points out, then looks at Eri. “Hey, Eri,” she says. “Your dad is in the common room.”

“Really?” Eri asks, already clambering off the bed. “What’s he doing here? Doesn’t he have work?” And then she pauses by the doorway, eyebrows furrowing. “Is Bakugou here?”

“Yeah,” Mina says, slightly surprised. “He��s with your dad.”

She glances over at Eijirou, a silent question, and he nods in confirmation before saying, “Eri, do you remember what I told you about Bakugou?”

Eri nods. Very solemnly, she says, “He got shrunk.”

“That’s not the exact word I used, but, yeah. Basically. What else did I say?”

“He doesn’t remember being older.” Eri bounces on her toes, obviously anxious to go see Yamada-sensei. “And Deku has to stay in his room when Bakugou is here. And I can’t talk about him. I know.” She looks between Eijirou and Mina, then asks, impatient in the way that only little kids can be, “Can I go?”

“Sure,” Eijirou says, and Eri is down the hallway in a heartbeat. There’s the sound of the elevator reaching their floor, and Eijirou sighs, shaking his head. Fondly, he says, “She’s a handful.” And then he sits on his bed, patting the spot beside him. When Mina obligingly takes her seat, he asks, “So, what’s wrong?”

Mina jolts, startled. “Me?” she asks, as if he could possibly talking to someone else. “Nothing. Nothing’s wrong. Why would anything be wrong?”

“You’ve got that look. The one you get when something’s wrong.”

“I do not,” Mina says, frowning down at the floor. Eijirou doesn’t respond, and, even though she knows that he’s doing it intentionally so that she feels obligated to fill the silence, Mina finds herself admitting, “I mean, Bakugou is still really angry, but there’s nothing wrong with that.” Eijirou blinks at her. “I’m pretty sure that there is something wrong with that, Mina.”

For some reason, Mina feels as if she’s just been insulted. “What? No, there isn’t.” Eijirou hums, which is what he does when he disagrees with something but doesn’t want to outright admit it, and Mina feels herself bristle. “I was a menace at his age, and there was nothing wrong with that.”

The, There’s nothing wrong with me, is unspoken.

Eijirou leans forward, bracing his forearms on his knees and staring at the Red Riot poster on his wall as he speaks. “Well, think about it this way,” he says. “What reason does he have to be angry?”

“There doesn’t need to be a reason,” Mina says, exasperated. “Some kids are just like that, and there’s nothing that anybody can do about it.” When Eijirou doesn’t respond, she sighs and changes the subject. “Anyways, he’s really good at reading.”

“Really?” Eijirou asks, sounding politely interested, like his mind is on other things but he doesn’t want to seem rude by ignoring her. “How so?”

“He was reading this book about weapons and stuff that Yamada-sensei said he shouldn’t actually be able to read.” Mina shrugs and falls back onto the bed, staring at the ceiling. “And he speaks pretty well, actually. For a seven-year-old, I mean. He told me that he gets into a lot of fights.”

Eijirou tilts his head, considering. “That’s not that much of a surprise, actually,” he says. “I think that Midoriya said something about that.”

“Hm,” Mina says. She rolls onto her side so that Eijirou can’t see her face and then says, as casually as possible, “I bet he spends a lot of time alone.”

“You think he’s lonely?”

“He’s not lonely!” Mina snaps, speaking with a vehemence that surprises them both. “I said that he’s alone. Being alone and being lonely are two completely different things.”

“Okay,” Eijirou says, placating. “Alright.”

Mina deflates. She picks at a stray thread on Eijirou’s comforter and mutters, “There’s nothing wrong with him. He’s perfectly fine.”

Even as she says it, Mina wonders whether she’s trying to convince Eijirou or herself.

They step out into the common room to see that Yamada-sensei is standing by the front door and talking on the phone, periodically glancing over at Bakugou, who is completely ignoring Eri’s attempts to cajole him into playing some kind of board game.

Eijirou watches both of the kids, studying their interaction - or, rather, lack thereof - for several seconds, then says, thoughtfully, “He’s not acting like a kid.” When Mina snorts, incredulous, he looks at her with a frown. “I’m being serious! Look, he’s not even paying attention to Eri, and all she wants to do is play with him.”

“Wow, he’s ignoring people,” Mina says, and her voice sounds scathing even to her own ears. “What a surprise.” When Eijirou doesn’t respond, she tries to dial it down a bit, unsure of why she’s even angry about what he’s just said. “He said that he doesn’t want to talk to anyone. He’ll probably get pissed pretty soon if Eri doesn’t stop bugging him.”

Eijirou winces, clearly not overjoyed at the prospect of Bakugou getting upset, no matter how small their friend happened to be. “Yeah, you’re right,” he says. “I’ll go distract her.”

And then he leaves, expertly diverting Eri’s attention from Bakugou, coaxing her away. For lack of a better thing to do, Mina sits down at the end of the couch. Bakugou glances at her, looking unsurprised, and then goes back to his book.

It feels like they’re in a cage, like the world doesn’t exist outside of their little bubble of space. The silence is thick and heavy and makes Mina’s skin prickle with unease, and she finds herself watching Bakugou out of the corner of her eye. He’s so small, and he looks even smaller like this, curled protectively around his book like he thinks someone might try to take it away. Mina wants to say something, anything, wants to start a conversation about some kind of bullshit topic, but, for once in her life, she can’t think of anything to say.

And so she just sits there, listens to the sound of her own breathing, and says nothing at all.

It's eight o’clock by the time Mina realizes that she should probably tell Midoriya to stay in his room. She takes out her phone, prepared to do exactly that, but finds herself typing out, Why is Bakugou so quiet?, and then hitting send without really thinking about what she’s doing. She stares at her screen, anxiously waiting for a response, and simultaneously feels relieved and nervous when she sees Midoriya start to type.

What do you mean?, he asks.

Mina looks over at Bakugou, who hasn’t said anything for the past thirty minutes, then types out, He’s not talking to anyone. She sends it, wincing at the number of typos in the short message. All he’s doing is reading.

Midoriya asks, How old is he?, and then, before Mina can answer, He’s seven, right?

Yep.

Midoriya doesn’t respond for a long moment, and Mina wonders if she’d woken him up, if he’s still somewhat asleep. He says, He likes to be alone. That’ll probably change by tomorrow, though, so don’t worry. And then he keeps typing, and Mina doesn’t want to interrupt him, and so she just watches as the three dots at the bottom of the screen darken and lighten, getting more and more concerned with each passing second. She hopes that he isn’t about to send one of those text walls that he had a bad habit of sending in the class group chat - they were like the digital version of his mumbling fits, and reading them always made Mina’s head hurt because Midoriya honestly sucked at spelling things.

Finally, Midoriya says, That wasn’t a good year for him.

Mina blinks, because that amount of time spent typing surely didn’t justify seven short words. She asks, What do you mean?, and then, curious, What happened?

I don’t think that I should be talking to you about this, Midoriya says, then proceeds to go offline.

Midoriya?, Mina asks. Midoriya, get back here. Then, after several more demands that he tells her what the Hell was going on - all of which receive no response - Mina gives up, groaning in frustration as she scans her eyes over the room - Eijirou is still playing with Eri, putting his expertise with little kids to good use, and Yamada-sensei is still talking to whoever he’s talking to, seemingly deep in conversation - before looking at Bakugou. “Hey,” she says, feeling gratified when he actually pays attention to her. “How long is that book?”

“I don’t know,” Bakugou says, which isn’t very helpful at all. “Pretty long, I guess.” He hesitates, like he’s unsure as to whether he wants to go back to reading or continue the conversation, then says, “I found it on that girl’s bookshelf.”

“That girl?” Mina echoes, then grins in realization. “Are you talking about Eri?”

Bakugou shrugs. “I guess.” He looks over at Eri, watching as she chatters happily to Eijirou about something, then says, “I’ve been staying in her room. I think she’ll want it back.”

“Probably,” Mina agrees. “But we’ll figure something out.”

Bakugou makes a humming noise, then says, bluntly, “I don’t want to talk to you anymore.”

“Okay.” Mina starts to type out a message to Kaminari, one of the few others who were crazy enough to wake up early on a Sunday, only to pause when she feels Bakugou’s eyes on her. She asks, not unkindly, “Do you need something?”

Bakugou opens his mouth, closes it, and then shakes his head. He goes back to his book. Mina watches him for a moment more, then continues typing. She lets herself get pulled into a conversation with Kaminari, bickering back and forth about the conducive properties of certain kinds of metal, and Mina is getting way too invested in her opinion for someone who doesn’t even know how the topic came up in the first place. She’s so focused on her side of the argument that she startles when somebody taps her on the shoulder, looking up with wide eyes to see that Yamada-sensei has somehow managed to approach her without her noticing. Mina feels herself flush, embarrassed by her own inattentiveness and reaction. She straightens, turning off her phone and putting it back into her pocket, then asks, “Can I help you?”

“Not really,” Yamada-sensei says. “I just wanted to let you know that Eri and I are leaving for a moment. She said that she needs to get something from her room, and, well.” He shrugs, then looks over at Bakugou and asks, “Do you need anything from the dorms, Bakugou?”

Bakugou makes a vague sound that somehow manages to convey the word, No.

Yamada-sensei asks, “Are you sure?” and then sighs when Bakugou doesn’t answer. “Alright, then,” he says, walking towards the door, where Eri is waiting. “I’ll be right back, okay?”

Predictably, Bakugou says nothing. Yamada-sensei leaves, taking Eri with him, and then it's just Mina and Eijirou and Bakugou in the common room. Eijirou watches Bakugou, clearly debating whether or not he should attempt a conversation, and Mina can actually see the moment he decides that it's not worth the effort. She’s not surprised when Eijirou says, “I’m going to go get something from my room, okay?” and then hurries into the elevator without waiting for a response.

… And then there were two.

After several minutes of silence, Bakugou sits up and asks, “May I have something to eat?”

“Yeah, of course!” Mina starts to stand, only to pause when Bakugou slides off the couch and pads toward the kitchen. Seeing as he just asked her to get him something to eat, she’s more than a little confused. “Where are you going?”

“I’m getting something to eat,” Bakugou says, like the answer is obvious.

Mina blinks and follows after him. “You just asked me to get you something to eat,” she reminds him.

“What? No, I didn’t.” Bakugou looks around the kitchen, spots a stool, and starts to drag it toward the counter under the pantry cabinets. “I asked you if I could have something to eat. I didn’t ask you to get me food. I can do that myself.”

Oh. So he was asking if he could eat, not if she could get him something to eat. “Do you usually ask if you can have food?”

“No,” Bakugou says, “but I do when mom is home.”

“I’m not your mom,” Mina points out.

“I hadn’t noticed,” Bakugou says, and the sarcasm in his voice is damn near lethal. When Mina laughs, the sound shocked out of her, he winces. “Sorry.”

“No, it's fine,” Mina says, grinning. She shoos Bakugou down from the stool, not wanting him to fall, and opens the cabinet he’d been reaching for. “What would you like to eat?”

Bakugou shrugs. “I don’t know,” he says. “I didn’t think that you’d say yes.”

Mina’s humor fades. She frowns, looking down at Bakugou. “Why wouldn’t I say yes?”

“Because I already had breakfast?” It's probably meant to be a statement of fact, but the way Bakugou’s voice turns up at the end makes it sound like a question.

Mina glances over her shoulder, checking the time on the microwave. “Yeah, like, three hours ago,” she says, which is a rough estimation. “And you barely ate anything.” To drive the point home, she says, “You ate a piece of toast.”

Defensively, Bakugou says, “I wasn’t hungry.”

Mina sighs. “Yeah,” she says. “Okay.” She looks at the clutter of snacks lining the shelves, then asks, “So, have you decided what you want?”

“No,” Bakugou says.

“That doesn’t help at all,” Mina says, slightly annoyed. She shuts the cabinet door a bit harder than necessary, then immediately feels guilty about it when Bakugou takes a fast step back. In what she hopes isn’t an accusatory tone, she says, “You should’ve figured out what you wanted before you asked.”

Watching her warily, Bakugou says, “Sorry.” He edges to the side at a snail’s pace, like he thinks that Mina won’t notice that he’s moving if he takes small enough steps. “I’m not hungry anymore.”

“You just said that you were,” Mina says, feeling her pool of patience - never full in the first place - dry up even further. “So, either way, you’re lying.”

“I’m not,” Bakugou protests, eyes flicking between her and the doorway. “I just - I wanted to see what you’d say.”

As evenly as she can, Mina echoes, “You wanted to see what I’d say.”

Bakugou shrinks back. “Yes?”

Mina closes her eyes and takes a deep breath. “Fine,” she says. “That’s fine. Since you got your answer, you can -”

Bakugou is gone before she can even finish her sentence.

Eijirou steps out of the elevator and then pauses. Bakugou doesn’t look up from where he’s curled against the arm of the couch, his book forgotten as he distractedly watches the muted TV. Mina can feel Eijirou’s eyes raking over her and scowls, glaring down at her phone and pointedly ignoring the near-palpable tension in the room.

Hesitantly, Eijirou asks, “Is everything okay?”

Mina’s response is automatic, because when people asked that, the only answer they really wanted was, “Everything is fine.”

Eijirou pauses, and she knows that he wants to press harder, but, in the end, he just sighs and asks, “Bakugou, what about you?” Bakugou remains silent, and, this time, Eijirou doesn’t let the topic drop. “Are you okay, Bakugou?”

When Bakugou speaks, saying, “I’m fine,” in a voice that’s so quiet that it's barely audible, Mina can see Eijirou frown out of the corner of her eye.

“... Alright,” Eijirou says, sounding unconvinced. Then, “Mina, can I talk to you?”

“You’re doing it right now,” Mina says, sarcastic and pithy, knowing damn well that Eijirou hasn’t done anything wrong but finding that she’s unable to keep the bitterness out of her voice. Eijirou doesn’t say anything, and Mina shoots a glare at him before standing and stalking toward the kitchen. When he follows her, she crosses her arms and asks, “What do you want?”

“That depends,” Eijirou says. “What happened?”

Mina runs her fingers through her hair, resisting the urge to yank at it until she feels like she’s not floating through a haze, until everything makes sense. “I don’t know,” she says. “I don’t know. He was just - I was -” She groans and drags her hands down her face. “He’s so difficult.”

She used to hate it when adults called her that, difficult, like she was a puzzle to be solved. She hated the way they looked at her as they said it, hated the glint in their eyes that said, Yes, that’s exactly what you are!, and she hates using it now, but it's true. Bakugou is difficult.

Eijirou starts, “Mina -”

“It's fine,” she says, cutting him off. “It's fine. Everything is perfectly fucking fine.” She takes a deep breath, trying to steady herself, and shoves all her anger so far back in her mind that the bitterness of it is nothing but a ghost on her tongue. Once she’s sufficiently convinced that she’s not going to destroy anything, she smiles at Eijirou. “See? Everything is fine!”

Eijirou stares at her. “That can’t possibly be healthy,” he says.

Mina ignores his comment, asking, “What did you want to talk about?”

Eijirou flicks his eyes over her face, searching, and then sighs. “I was talking to Midoriya,” he says, watching her, gauging her reaction. She keeps her face carefully neutral. “And he told me that Bakugou was seven when his parents started leaving him alone for long periods of time.”

“Wow,” Mina says. “Midoriya seems to trust you a lot more than he trusts me.”

“Nah.” Eijirou shoots her a grin of his own, sharp-toothed and devious. “I’m just good at getting what I want.” And then his smile fades, and he frowns as he leans against the counter. “I told you that there was something wrong with Bakugou.” “There’s nothing wrong with him,” Mina says. “He’s fine.”

Eijirou gapes at her. “Mina,” he says, sounding completely confused. “He isn’t talking to anybody!” “He talks to me,” she says, stubborn. “He’s talking, so he’s fine.”

“You can’t just say that he’s fine and think that that’ll fix everything. It won’t fix anything. That’s not how it works, Mina.” “It worked for me.”

“Mina, no.”

“Are you saying that I’m not fine?”

Eijirou pauses, his jaw visibly clenched as he stares at her. “I don’t think that there’s a right answer to that,” he says. “But, Mina, seriously. How can you look at him and say that he’s fine? Have you actually looked at him?” “Yes,” Mina says. “I have.” She crosses her arms and scowls at Eijirou, who simply glares right back. “He’s fine, Eijirou. He’s just a little quiet.”

Eijirou opens his mouth like he wants to say something, then closes it so hard that Mina can hear his teeth click together. He shakes his head and says, sounding disgusted, “Fine. You can think whatever you want, Mina. Just keep out of my way when I try to actually help our friend.”

And then he walks out of the kitchen, leaving Mina alone. She stares after him, feeling like she might choke on the anger and resentment boiling in her stomach, and clenches her fists so tightly that her nails cut into her palms. From the common room, she can hear the sound of murmured voices, and can’t help but wonder if Eijirou has actually managed to coax Bakugou into speaking.

Bakugou is fine. Bakugou has to be fine. He’s so much like her and if he’s not fine, that means that she hadn’t been, either. That she isn’t fine.

Bakugou Katsuki is perfectly fine.

Mina wants so badly to believe that.

Mina is hiding. Today is the worst thing that has ever happened to her and so she is hiding. She’s sitting on top of the toilet lid in her bathroom, knees drawn up to her chest, and finds herself hoping that the ground will open up and swallow her whole so that she doesn’t ever have to come out again.

It's pathetic, she knows, but that doesn’t change her mind.

Mina sniffs and swipes her arm across her eyes. She doesn’t want to cry anymore. She shouldn’t cry anymore. She should smile, because that’s what her mother always told her to do, one of the only pieces of advice from her that has seared itself into Mina’s heart. When things got hard, you had to smile. You had to smile and keep on smiling, even if you didn’t have anything to smile about, and for fuck’s sake, please don’t break anything. Go home and pretend that everything is okay, play the dutiful daughter because the world didn’t need another sad girl. Sad girls didn’t make headlines. They didn’t get anywhere. Don’t stop smiling, don’t stop playing your part, don’t stop pretending. If you want anyone to like you, don’t stop fucking smiling.

Mina digs his thumbs into her ribs and forces herself to breathe.

No sooner has she calmed down is there a knock at the bathroom door, and she almost starts crying again out of surprise. But she doesn’t, just manages a watery, “Who is it?” and feels proud of herself when her voice doesn’t crack.

“Ashido?” It's Kaminari. She should’ve seen this coming. “Kirishima told me to check up on you, to make sure that you’re not dead or anything.” There’s a pause, and then he says, “Well, he didn’t say that, but…”

“Yeah, I get it,” Mina says, wiping again at her eyes. They don’t get bloodshot, obviously, but her face gets all red when she cries and there’s no escaping that. She can’t bring herself to care. “You can come in.”

“... Are you sure? I mean, this is a bathroom, and you are a girl -”

Despite herself, Mina laughs. “Just get in here, Kaminari.”

“Alright,” Kaminari says, still sounding reluctant. “But you can’t call the police on me, okay?” He turns the doorknob and steps inside, glancing around like he expected literally anything other that what he had in his own bathroom, and then settles his eyes on Mina. Blinks, then says, “Wow, you look like shit.”

Drily, Mina says, “Thanks.”

Kaminari seems to process what he’s just said. “I didn’t mean it like that!” he yelps, waving his hands back and forth. He relaxes once it becomes clear that Mina isn’t actually upset, leaning against the sink and asking, “So, do you wanna talk about it?”

Mina sighs. Stares at the wall, then says, “No.”

Kaminari nods like he’s been expecting that answer. His foot taps impatiently against the tiled floor as he says, “Well, let’s at least get out of the bathroom, then.”

Mina finally stands up, shooing Kaminari away from the sink so that she can splash her face with cold water. She looks at her reflection in the mirror after she towels herself dry, then tries for a smile. It looks somewhat convincing, which is probably the best that she can hope for right now. She follows Kaminari out of the bathroom, turning off the light and shutting the door behind her, then sprawls out on her bed. She complains, “I’m fucking exhausted.”

“It's not even noon, Ashido.” Kaminari sits down beside her, and she reluctantly turns her head to look at him. “It's, like, ten in the morning.”

“Seriously?”

“Seriously,” Kaminari confirms. He leans back against the pillows piled at the headboard of the bed, then sighs and stares up at the ceiling. “So, Bakugou, huh?”

Mina scowls. “I said I didn’t want to talk about it,” she reminds him, because after what’s just happened, she’s pretty sure that she won’t be able to put a positive spin on this situation.

“So this is about Bakugou.”

“Kaminari.” “I mean, he’s, what? Seven? Eight?”

“Seven,” Mina says, relenting. “He’s seven. He’ll be eight tomorrow.” And then, realizing that she’s allowed herself to be drawn in, she grabs the nearest thing - a stuffed bear that Bakugou won for her in a crane game months ago - and throws it at Kaminari’s head. He laughs and catches it before it can hit him in the face. “Oh my God,” Mina groans. “You’re such a bastard.”

Kaminari grins at her. Sparks flick across his teeth. “You know you love me.”

“Jackass,” Mina mutters. She flips over onto her back and folds her arms under her head, sighing. “Is there something wrong with being too quiet?”

Kaminari blinks at her, his fingers drumming a beat against the comforter. “I mean, no? I guess? Depends on the context, I suppose. Like, if you’re in the middle of a test, no. If you’re trying to give a speech, yes.”

“That didn’t help at all,” Mina says.

Kaminari shrugs. “You didn’t give me enough information,” he says. “Is this about Bakugou?”

“Isn’t everything?” As soon as she says it, Mina winces. “That was mean.” “Yeah,” Kaminari agrees. “It kinda was.”

Mina sighs again. “He’s just… difficult. Really, really difficult. He doesn’t talk, and, there’s nothing wrong with that, but - and Eijirou - Midoriya -” She grits her teeth and shuts the fuck up while she still has the chance.

Kaminari is silent for a moment, and then he says, “Well, that’s Bakugou for you. He’s a piece of work.”

Mina closes her eyes. Without opening them, she says, “Yeah.” Her laugh is dry and humorless. “He really is.”

#de-aged bakugou week 2023 #day four: dress-up #bakugou katsuki #ashido mina #present mic #dad mic #kirishima eijirou #kaminari denki #toxic positivity #the technical definition of the term 'dress-up' is to make something seem better than it is and due to that #i will be taking this to its full angst potential #fic #boku no hero academia #my posts

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