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hentyehottie · 1 year
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For awhile my favorite pair of sweatpants had a hole in the crotch and after a long day of work I didn’t want to wear underwear and have them chafing my ass so I would just be very careful how I sat and shit but imagine how Katsuki would react if he found out you were walking around with no underwear on in pants that had a hole exposing ur pussy if u moved wrong. (My thighs are so big they mostly hid it lmao) I just imagine him being so mean about it.
Next time say hi 😭 buttt this was a great hc so I turned it into something lol
Pairing: K. Bakugo x Chubby Fem!Reader
Warnings: 18+ MDNI
fingering, degradation (use of slut, whore, etc), aged up characters, y’all are both adults
🌸Listen, Katsuki would totally be a mean little shit about this. But in his defense, It’s his first time dating a thick bitch so he probably doesn’t even know what chafing is 😭
🌸So of course he thinks you’re being a lil slut— thinks you’re a lazy little whore who probably cut the hole for easier access to play with your pussy.
🌸Or maybe you’re just being a dumb brat, trying to tease and tempt him, being selfish with your pretty pussy like it already doesn’t belong to him.
🌸He didn’t even know why you loved wearing those dumb ass pants anyway. He loved seeing your thick thighs and juicy ass in nothing but those cheeky pink panties with the heart design on the ass.
🌸So when he teleports himself from across the room to sitting beside you, he’s just that damn fast, he’s fucking floored when he catches a glimpse of your bare pussy through that hole.
🌸He looks at you with an unreadable face, but one thing you can tell, he’s fucking annoyed. Most of all he’s fucking offended.
🌸He’s got a face to ride and all this dick for you to sit on, yet you’ve resorted to rubbing your pussy through your pants like a horny loser in college.
🌸Next thing you know he’s slapping your laptop closed and tossing it aside like it’s not a thousand dollar piece of machinery.
🌸Then he’s on you, spreading your thick thighs and tossing your left leg over his shoulder. Your body goes rigid when you feel it—he’s rubbing your clit right through that hole.
🌸He just knows you cut it to fuck with him. But he doesn’t expect you to be as shocked as you are. You’re looking at him with those big dumb eyes and that stupidly cute face, makes him lose his damn mind every time.
🌸“What? This what ya wanted, right?” He’s taunting you heavily and on top of that you lose the feeling of his fingers rubbing those slow circles. Your whimpers of protest are pathetic, trying to be innocent when you’re really just a whore. His whore.
🌸“Wan’ me to stop?” He’s pressing his forehead up against yours, almost like he’s studying you. It’s so intimate but also intimidating, which is why you’re focusing your eyes down and away from his.
🌸“Do you want me to stop, dumbass?” His voice has more bass this time, a little scary but so fucking hot. The shaking of your head has him grinning evilly. “N-no.”
🌸Good cause after a light pinch to your clit, he’s flipping his hand palm up and stuffing two thick fingers into your cunt.
🌸You’re already wet and squelching around his fingers. He’s relentless, squeezing and kneading your thigh like a damn stressball as he fucks those fingers into you so hard and fast.
🌸You’re on the verge of tears with how good his fingers are making you feel. Especially when he begins to curl and flick them up and down, bumping that gummy area at the roof of your cunt and forcing a broken moan of his name for you lips. “Uhhuh, needy bitch.”
🌸He’s staring at your fucked out face, eyes fluttering open every so often, mouth open in a wide ‘o’. “Fuckin’ pathetic. Got a man but ya’ still gotta rub one out huh?”
🌸His taunting fell on deaf ears as he fucked you with his fingers. You’re too fucked out on a cloud of euphoria to even respond anything intelligent.
🌸Your sweaty palm is slipping against the smooth leather of the couch so you dig your nails into his forearms, having no where else to grab. Of course he doesn’t mind, he didn’t fight crime everyday to be afraid of a little scratches.
🌸You’re cooing and keening, several curses of ‘oh fuck’ and ‘right fucking there’ spilling from your lips. “Shut the fuck up, like I don’t know how to work your needy cunt.”
🌸Your eyes widen at his harsh words, cunt clenching simultaneously. “Kats, you’re b-being mean.” He doesn’t say anything, but he presses a kiss to your lips. Quick though, cause he’s still upset in love with you.
🌸As soon as he feels your pussy clenching around his fingers he’s pulling them out. Then he sits up, pulling you down and prying your legs wider, one pressed against your chest and the other strewn over the back of the couch.
🌸You might as well kiss those sweatpants goodbye babes cause as soon as he hooks his fingers inside that hole, the meanest smirk on his face, you hear the dreading sound of fabric ripping.
🌸You’d look down in absolute horror to see a gaping hole right at your crotch and his dick now freed, pushing right up against your sopping cunt.
🌸You saw all 8.5 inches of that slightly curved cock with his pretty pink tip kissing right up against your entrance, teasing with every shallow thrust he gave. “Relax baby, just givin’ you what you wanted..”
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cosmiles · 8 months
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𝐘𝐎𝐔 𝐆𝐎𝐓 𝐌𝐄 𝐓𝐑𝐈𝐏𝐏𝐈𝐍'
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➢ accidental injuries with boyfriend bakugo
note: i feel like i always do bakugo dirty with my angst :/ so here's some fluffy crack to make up for it!
characters: bakugo
content: domestic fluff, crack, talks of injuries and stitches
words: 0.4k
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‘Katsuki is going to be pissed,’ was the first thing on your mind as you mindlessly stared at the cut in your hand. It had to be no more than a half-inch, definitely needing stitches but nothing life threatening. Well, besides what your boyfriend would do to you once he found out. 
Despite always acting hard, Bakugo was the biggest softie when it came to you. He was always spoiling you and pampering you like royalty. And even though he didn’t always show it, Bakugo cared deeply about you and your safety. He was constantly reminding you to not try anything stupid that would land you in the hospital. 
And yet here you were, lying on the ground in pain and regretting your life choices. 
It started as a typical day too, you roaming around the house waiting for Bakugo to return. Only, this time, you were utterly and completely bored. There wasn’t anything interesting on YouTube and even the Fresh Prince of Bel Air re-runs were starting to get old. So here you were, mindlessly scrolling through your phone for the nth time hoping anything interesting would pop up. 
Thankfully, it seemed as if the world took pity on you as an ad for ‘Fast n’ Easy, No Mess Cookies!’ popped up on your feed. ‘Seems simple enough,’ you thought as you looked over the instructions. You hadn’t baked in forever but how hard could it be? 
As you grab all your ingredients and utensils, you realized you were missing one item: the mixing bowl. Unfortunately for you, that said bowl was located on the highest shelf, a place you wouldn't be able to reach on your own. 
“Thank goodness for the invention of chairs,” you said to yourself as you dragged a kitchen chair under the cabinet holding the mixing bowl. But even standing on the chair on the tippy tops of your tippy-toes still left you a couple of inches away. Putting all of your strength and concentration into your goal, you finally reached the mixing bowl. 
Yet the second your fingers wrapped around the rim of the bowl, your toes gave out leaving you to fall with the bowl and the surrounding dishes. Not only was there nothing to break your fall but your hand suffered the consequences. And to make matters worse, Bakugo walked through the door mere seconds later, fussing about something. Typical. 
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➢ thank you so much for reading! i hope you enjoyed and don't forget that Jesus loves you, to drink water, eat some food, and get some rest :))
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ttodorokiii · 1 year
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animal (m)
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synopsis. Bakugou can be an animal when it comes to fucking you sensless.
warnings. explicit sex, kissing, unprotected sex [BE SMART IRL AND WRAP IT!] biting, obsessed bakugou, he is so lovesick :((, but he’s very horny, rough sex, he fucks you between a door n him, strong bakugou, borderline yandere bakugou 😵‍💫🫡
note. hihi I’m back! Plz send asks because I missed y’all so much n also warning, this is messy n cringe. PLZ SEND THIRST ASKS ANYTIME OR JUST ASKS TALK TO MEEEEE! share feedback!
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Katsuki has no self control when it comes to you.
You are irresistible to him, he is so helpless when it comes to you. What is it about that gets him so hot and bothered, just one look at you? He’s hard.
You get him so horny without doing anything at all, you’re washing dishes? He’s mesmerised by you, with the way your hands work, the way you’re so focused on doing them.
It gets him. He feels so dumb, he should feel disgusting at himself for being so horny about the most normal things you do.
It’s disgusting, but he can’t control it. You’d be so embarrassed if you could hear his thoughts, you’d leave him.
He’s so addicted to fucking you, feeling you in the deepest and most intimate way he can, your lips, your nose, your damn e/c eyes, that seductive gaze you give him.
You’re the most sexiest woman he’s ever laid his eyes on,
If only people knew just how much of a whore their beloved number two hero, dynamite is for his woman. They’d find him pathetic. He doesn’t give a single fuck though.
You are his. He could fuck you forever and he wouldn’t get tired. God, he loves you so much.
Katsuki isn’t good with words or let alone expressing his feelings out loud, he is obsessed with you, he’s so crazy for you but he is unable to express it.
Unless it’s through intimacy.
So that’s why he’s pounding into you like a dog in heat, breathing so loudly into your ear as you yelp, breathless, his large palm holding the back of your neck so you’re looking straight into his wild ruby eyes, clouded with love.
“Fuck! love you s’much princess!” Bakugou confesses into the shell of your ear, his voice rough and husky, you can’t respond because the high of the pleasure is too much for you to handle. He knows your body so well.
He knows your spots. Your man knows how to fuck you so good, you whimper, your nails scratching on his skin, he’s so strong, holding your legs effortlessly when you lose yourself into him.
He feels so good inside you. You’re sure you see stars right now.
He pounds into that spot once again and you moan out loud, digging your nails once again into his flesh. Bakugou moans too, it spurns him on more, the man is a stallion, holding you in place while rutting into you feverishly.
“S-So good, suki!” You praise your husband. Bakugou grands your nipple and gives it a gentle pinch, driving you insane.
“My baby, fuck… love you so fucking much.” He presses his lips impatiently to yours, his kiss is passionate, swallowing your breath.
“‘m gonna fuck you so good because you deserve it baby, I love you so much.”
He is so passionate, so gentle yet rough. You could never get used to his touch truly, it still makes your skin ignite, just one touch and your body’s on fire.
“My princess.” He finally stops kissing you. “Hope you have the energy because we’re not going to sleep tonight.”
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mikulovingtrash · 11 months
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Dating Katsuki is funny because he's been waking up bright and early at 5:00 am since his U.A days. As the days go by, you stop waking up by yourself, instead, you wake up next to a warm lingering feeling in the bed. That warm feeling eventually turns to Katsuki, even though it's 10:00, way later than he used to wake up. When you ask him about it, all you get is him pulling your body closer, telling you to go back to bed.
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ouch-thats-harsh · 1 year
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Sappy and shit -- Bakugou Katsuki
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Genre: some fluff thats all :))
warnings: none that I can think of other than that there's a mention of touching ass
notes: reader's pov, gn! reader, kinda self indulgent ngl but either way enjoy some baku fluff!!
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"I love to kiss your neck. its so supple and soft, perfect for a little kiss..." you mumbled against his neck
its true, you do love his neck.
you two cuddle a lot during winter and since Katsuki's a walking furnace, you would just bury your face in his neck and he likes to hold you, therefore its a win-win for both.
you don't get to be 'sappy and shit' as he likes to put it all the time but when you do, you try to make the most of it
like now,
"I like your ass-" he says, holding you
"damn, way to ruin the mood" you cut him off, feeling him run his hand towards your said ass
"well, I had to say something before you got all sappy and shit" he says, chuckling at your pout
but you both know these are those lovey-dovey sappy moments you both crave
his crude yet somehow loving words, simple touches and glances
your little smiles, teasing words, light brushes against him and nicknames
they make up for the moments away
you two aren't big on PDA but damn, those little moments where you and him are holding hands or walking through the hallways together, just enjoying the other's company, that's your sappy and shit
and you know that, so does he.
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--> reblog, comment and send in some feedbacks since I am writing for the first time in a way! appreciate you for reading, thanks!!
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writingwhileblvck · 17 days
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Can you do one where Bakugou gets from work horny and he walks in on you fingering yourself?
Absolutely! I changed it up just a tiny bit, but nothing crazy, so I hope you enjoy!
Stress Reliever
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Paring: Bakugou x Fem Reader
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Both you and Katsuki knew, in being hero's you would both have to find time for each other. However, when you have shifts that contradict each other, that becomes a lot easier said than done. Especially lately, since there has seem to be a surge of new villains that was currently infesting the city. It was nothing that too difficult to handle but with Katsuki on night patrol, the extra work was keeping him away from you for longer than either of you would like.
Tonight you figured you get some work done instead of lounging around the house, but you were really missing your man. Every inch of your body was craving his touch. His hands on your things, his lips on your neck, just the thought made you dizzy. But you put it out of your mind so you could work. Or... At least you TRIED. You really did try to get your mind off of it, because you had so much paperwork to finish. But as you sat at your desk, the throb between your legs was becoming unbearable.
Ah. What the hell?
An aggravated sigh of defeat fell from your mouth as you leaned back in your chair. Katsuki was plaguing your mind, and in that moment all you wanted was his lips wrapped around your sensitive little clit. But in his absence you were the next best option.
Thank god you were home. You thought as you propped yourself on top of your desk. With your boyfriend's shirt already discarded on the floor, you laid back and ran your hands down your body, legs spreading instinctually as you slowly removed your soaked panties. Your fingers explored your wet folds, rubbing small circles on your clit and letting your mind wonder.
You imagine Katsuki sitting in your desk chair and eating you like a man starved. Sucking , slurping, and moaning into your hot cunt. Your rubbed faster, harder. You could practically feel his lips wrapped around your hardened nipples, as his fingers easily reached and abused that sweet spot.
You groaned in frustration, cause no matter how hard you tried, your finger would never be enough. So instead your reached into your desk drawer and pulled out your pink dildo. Using the big suction cup on the end, you attached it to the surface of the desk. You were already dripping, so you didn't even bother with the lube and just lowered yourself down.
You didn't give to fucks about the papers below you as you rode your pretty toy. They were already cover in the sticky juices and beyond saving. All you were worried about was cumming, and you bounced up and down like your life depended on it.
"Fuck Katsuki...."
The little toy didn't compare to his coke can of a dick and you knew it, but you were desperate. You reached back into the drawer and pulled out your rose shaped vibrator. Putting it on his highest setting you went to town on your poor clit.
And there you were, completely bare naked on top of your desk, fucking the shit out of yourself. You were so gone you didn't hear the front door open...
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Katsuki dragged himself through the front door of your shared home absolutely exhausted. This overtime was killing him. Having to do these drive by meeting with you was killing him too. Not being able to hold you like he wants, kiss you like he wants, fuck you like he wants... Even now, all he wanted was his girlfriend's sweet thighs wrapped around his face-
He pause though when he heard a weird sound coming from down the hall. It was late so he just assumed you'd already gone to bed. But oh was he surprised when he found you in your office desperately fucking yourself.
He watched you from the crack in the door, not daring to interrupt this beautiful sight. The moans that fell from your mouth were sinful, and each cry of his name went straight to his dick.
Katsuki palmed himself through his uniform as he watched your ass bounce on that pathetic dildo. Smiling to himself because he knows that he'll have you squirting within minutes when he gets his hands on you.
Eventually, Katsuki abandons just palming himself for just straight up stroking his hard cock. He paces himself with you as your moans get louder and louder. He can hear the squelching of your juicy pussy from where he was, the sound alone almost made him bust. But he was able to hold it together a bit longer until he heard you scream his name and squirt all over your desk.
He tried his best to stay quite has his thick, hot ropes of cum decorate your office door, but he knew he failed when he saw you shoot up and look straight at the door. Pushing the door open, he revealed himself in all his glory.
To say your were embarrassed would be the understatement of the century, as you tried to scramble from on top of the desk. Katsuki's voice is what made you freeze though.
"Might as well stay right there babygirl. It's daddy's turn to fuck you stupid." He was looking at you at a hunter about to capture its prey, and you could feel yourself getting worked up again.
So you did as he said, and arched that pretty ass up high for him. Because who were you to deny daddy what he wanted?
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loloslaystheday · 2 months
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Friendly Fire
pairing: katsuki bakugou x f!reader
prompt: katsuki is tired when he gets home from work. you allow him to cool down through you.
warnings: spicy content. idc who reads, just be warned.
note: i get bakugou fanfics on tumblr every single day and i just couldn’t help myself. ignore the title…
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bakugou sighed. right as he sat down just to take a breath, he got called to the scene of another crime. a robbery at that. why couldn’t the police handle a robbery? that’s what they’re for!
after he spent all day fighting real villains, he had to go to a robbery?
but, he cleared his head of the annoyed and spiteful thoughts and just rolled with it.
when he actually pulled up to the bank, he sort of realized why the police couldn’t handle it.
the villain, seemingly a teenage girl, waved from atop her dazzling blue pillar of water, inside of the pillar was a flow of money to the top. “hi, dynamight!”
he facepalmed so hard, the surrounding police officers thought he’d turn red.
“you can’t handle a teenager?!” he barked at the officers.
“she has a quirk!” one of them managed out, even though she was faced with his fierce scowl.
bakugou inhaled. he looked up at the young woman who was swinging her legs and whistling ladyfingers.
“i got it…” he grumbled.
despite the big game the villain was supposedly talking, it took no longer than 15 minutes for katsuki to wrap up the whole thing.
“you couldn’t take care of a little girl throwing a tantrum?” he’d ask the cops, signature scowl showing just how irritated he was.
he was quick to clock out and damn near speed home. when he finally opened the door, kicked off his shoes and slumped on the couch he was out like a light.
“tsuki?” he groans. you chuckle slightly at his pout and deeply furrowed brows. “sorry. you’re on the couch, baby, come to bed.”
his red eyes crack open slightly to look at you.
maybe he was just hella tired or you looked way too good at the moment to have just woken up, he assumed.
katsuki reached out to grab your other hand and you met him half way. you were about to speak, but cut yourself off with a gasp as he pulled you onto his lap.
“bad day.” he grumbled.
you shifted a bit to get comfy and ended up straddling his hips, eyes locked onto his.
“i’m sorry to hear that, baby.” you threaded your fingers through his hair, massaging his scalp and occasionally pulling through knots.
his thumbs circled your hips, squeezing at the soft skin of your thighs and sliding his palms up and down your waist.
he couldn’t help himself but to kiss and suck your chest and neck, pulling you impossibly closer and waking up the more he heard your moans and gasps.
you didn’t mind it after all. he was hard at work all day and who were you to deny what he wanted?
as long as it calmed him down and you’d get a day off of chores tomorrow, you’ll let him do whatever he pleased to you.
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i feel like this is the second shortest fanfic i’ve posted here… ignore how bad i am at limes or lemons or whatever these are called- smut???
well just call it spicy… i’m bad at writing spicy stuff.
anyways-
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katsumiiii · 2 years
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woke up thinking about hand placement with katsuki. like those little subtle touches that only he and you recognize.
when he’s uncomfortable he lightly taps the back of your ear, pretending to adjust one of your piercings or fondle your earlobe. but you and him have set up a system, so with every little poke and prod comes a message behind them.
the light nudge on your ear caused you to hastily shift your eyelids. you steadily sat your gin and tonic you’d been sipping on for the past hour down on the marble table below (katsuki, in his own words, wondered why you ordered that ‘shitty ass acid water’ anyways, especially since your go to drink was the complete opposite. usually you chose to settle for something sweeter like a strawberry daiquiri or lime  margarita).
“y’good babes?” you leaned towards your lovers earlobe, whispering pleasantly. he noticeably shivered at your proximity. though you’ve been dating for about 2 years now, katsuki had never exactly gotten over the butterflies you bring with the simplest gestures you do.
“jus’ wanna leave.” he continued to stroke your earlobe, his second hand (cold from the amount of heavy rings placed both on his middle, and pointer fingers)  rised beneath the muted sage green dress you decided on wearing.
you hummed at the response, fingernails trailing up his bicep. katsuki was no small man. his shoulders were broad and arms were heavy, he commanded any room he appeared in, and not because of his all too familiar snarl (which at this point seemed to be a trademark look for him), but because of the sheer size of the man. years of training and hero work built his body to resemble a tank personified (not that you were complaining).
“why you wanna leave baby?”
“these idiots are too damn loud. jus’ wanna lay in bed and do fuckin’ nuffin’.”
you snickered at the response, eyes finally settling onto his own. “you wanna do fuckin’ nuffin’ kats?” you mocked humorously.
“yeah.” he nuzzled further into your neck, breathing you in (he always said you smelled like mangos and on occasion jasmine).
“alright baby, i hear you.”
another gesture he’d often do (which might be seen as cliché), is placing his palm on the slight curve of your back. he usually did this when in crowded spaces, leading you through seas and oceans of stomping feet and waving hands.
hero gala’s were always crowded, seeing as though there were thousands of people out there helping others invited to this event, including katsuki bakugo (aka dynamite). it had taken some convincing from you to get your lover to even attend the event in the first place. complaints tumbled out his lips, ranging from ‘not wanting to deal with people in the first place’, to ‘people are going to see you in that stunning dress’ (your words not his). but, with some begging and a little bit of pleading you were able to convince the man to put on a damn suit and attend.
“still don’t fuckin’ know why I had to come.” katsuki complained yet again, hand on the expanse of your back to lead you through the shifting crowd.
“because suki, they’re giving you an award for most reliable hero. and I’m pretty sure you need to be there to accept it, right?” you say in a sarcastic tone, slightly huffing at the fact that he was being extremely difficult for no apparent reason, at least in your opinion.
“who gives a shit? they can’t jus’ mail it to me or somethin’?”
“really. mail it to you?”
“yeah sweetheart, yanno when they put the shit in a box, slap my address on it and shit.”
you growled, twisting to slap katsuki’s chest (not that it accomplished much. the man is built like a damn gorilla on steroids). “I know what mailing is katsuki.”
“jus’ making sure sweetheart, seemed a little confused there.” he smirked, bending forward to kiss your nape.
“whatever, get your damn hand off my back.” you playfully adjusted yourself, trying to remove his heavy palm from your skin.
“not happenin’, stop fucking squirmin’”
“never, dipshit.”
“this is why i didn’t wanna come to this shit, ya never know how to behave.” he lightly grabbed the back of your neck, pushing you along.
“oh I don’t know how to behave?”
“you heard me.”
“it took me 30 minutes to convince you to even step foot-”
he wrapped his free hand along the side of your hips, pulling you towards his side. “yeah yeah, keep yappin’”
“oh I will!”
so yeah ! the asshole can’t really keep his hands to himself !
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savnofilter · 7 months
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Wet Dreamz | Katsuki Bakugo
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Pro Hero!Katsuki Bakugo x Pro Hero!Black![FEM]Reader
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CONTENT WARNING(S): sexual content, mutual (?) pining, hint of infidelity, bakugo & reader are a duo, reader is in their head a LOT, clubbing, grinding, shifty hands mentions of perversion, voyeurism, fingering (m->f), making out, blue balling, mentions of infidelity, slight sero x reader, bakugo & reader are basically playing cat and mouse.
WORD COUNT: 10.8k words (45 mins).
I/B: wet dreamz by j. cole | wired interview w/bts
READ MORE: masterlist + [bakugo & students masterlist]
KEY:
y/n = your name.
l/n = last name.
h/n = hero name.
h/n/n = hero nickname.
c/n= country name.
g/s= grading system.
h/t = home town.
"italics" = words in full quotation marks is indicated as English.
bold = words in full quotation marks is indicated as your native language.
A/N: just because ie didnt want reader to just be a american, i left things like talking in native language to be up to interpretation. almost everything is up for interpretation in this one lol. slowly tryna get used to writing real stories instead of just fuckin. makes me wish ie was doing this earlier because it's actually really fun to think stuff up for stories. not rushing and getting smt out to have it out lol. the lyrics are… interpreted in a different kind of way, sort of play on words if you will. anyways hope y'all like it! i sure did. 🫶🏽 thank you anon!
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"Cameras rolling in—"
The camera crew were finishing the set up in the background, the makeup stylists were adding their additional touches and you only had a few seconds to mentally prepare for your filming.
"Three, two …. !"
Snap.
"Hi! My name is Y/N, better known as H/N!"
"And I'm Bakugo Katsuki, also known as Dynamight."
"And we are here with WIRED to answer the web's most searched questions!" You two finished the cut unanimously.
The camera cuts to you as you turn to him with a nervous jitter, still with the joyful appearance you always kept. "I'm pretty nervous, people are wild these days."
H/N.
A hero that represented what it means to be a young, headstrong role model. A hero that was from a country outside of Japan whom Bakugo was immediately infatuated with upon first meeting.
L/N.
His interest in your last name marked your own culture, despite being foreign to him. The name you didn't say as you introduced yourself to the camera.
Y/N.
Your first name that he is always itching to say, practicing day and night how it'd finally roll off his tongue when you two could get to that stage. Today seemed to be that day.
You two had been paired up as a duo for about over a year now for some hero promotions and the chemistry between you two had been gradually growing. Indeed, you did not speak much as you had initially expressed not being confident in your Japanese abilities when you moved to Japan, but he is deeply impressed by your determination to continue learning the language.
"Oh! The boards are in English, I might excel in this." You joke, towards the camera.
"You excel in a lot of things, H/N/N." Bakugo promptly responds and he's just as quick to move on after he pulls up the cardboard and tilts it to the side, ready to officially start the interview off. Your lips purse together as you swallow the budging feeling to crack a smile at the personal nickname. Bakugo always had a knack for nicknaming people, but hearing yours out loud in front of everyone else gave you an entirely different feeling. One you couldn't place.
"Who is in…?" The blonde-haired male tilts the board as he reads it, proving his dexterity as he also rips the label off to reveal the rest of the first search. You could tell he was struggling a bit and you move your head to read it as well.
"Firecracker," You finish off with a smile, sitting closer to the edge of your seat as you look at it. "Although we just introduced ourselves, I'm sure we can spruce it up a little?"
Bakugo takes the initiative with a subtle nod, using his other hand to gesture to you as he introduces you for the repetitive round of introduction.
"This is, Y/N or "better known as" H/N. One of, maybe, only heroes I can tolerate."
You can't help but laugh at his rendition, nodding your head as you adjust yourself in your seat. "The honesty, wow! We have, uh," You turn more to your side, looking him up and down before looking into his eyes. "Lord Explosion Murder: Dynamight? But you may know him as just Katsuki." You look back at the cameras as you finish, a bit of sass as you conclude.
Katsuki.
The way you said it just sounds so much better than when anyone else says it.
An unexpected chuckle comes from him as he teases you back. "I think I liked my intro better than yours." He rips off the next label and turns the board for you to read.
"Who in Firecracker got their quirk first? " You hum and look up at him, face full of concentration now. Bakugo's gaze is completely focused on your face as you go into deep thought, scarlet eyes taking in your change of expressions. His gaze follows your body and takes in the details of your outfit, the volume in your hair, and the way that the makeup stylist (fortunately) did you justice that properly accentuated everything beautiful about your skin tone and features.
Bakugo was starting to like everything about you, and he was starting to crush hard.
"I think I got mine in, uh…" You roll your eyes to the right as you look back at the camera, perking up as it comes to you. "I guess at five years old… you guys would call it during yōchien. For me it's called, "G/S". How about you, Katsuki?"
He's smug in response, puffing up his chest as he looks into the camera with pure arrogance. "Four years old. That means I win this question."
"I didn't know we were competing." You joke back.
He soon peels off the last question for the section, turning the board to him to keep it to himself. "I want to read it."
"Oh, okay…"
"Who is the strongest in Firecracker? " Before he's finished with the question you're already grinning and pointing towards Bakugo. He scoffs and rolls his eyes, throwing the bit of paper on the floor and adjusting himself in his seat, his demeanor flustered if you were paying close attention to him.
"We're both fuckin' strong. Give yourself more credit."
You double-blink as you try to rack something up to say. Bakugo has never complimented you before—at least nothing more than "good work today" or a "nice job out there" or something along the lines of that. You did notice lately he's been more communicative with you, but you chalked it up to the fact that maybe he can tolerate you more now with the fact your Japanese is getting better. Still, you had no compass or direction to tell what he was feeling at any given moment.
To your rescue, an exasperated callout comes from behind the cameras, making you laugh out as well as the camera crew behind the director.
"Watch the potty mouth, Bakugo-kun!"
You give Bakugo's shoulder a light push, immediately going to grab the next board for a visual excuse for your nervous fiddling. "We both know how incredible your strength is! I'm being real."
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The rest of the recording went pretty well, and the chemistry between you two was undeniable. It seemed as though the longer the shoot went, the more comfortable you two got with each other. It hadn't hit you until now that you and him never really talked before.
Of course, it's not like you two ignored each other, no, that wasn't the case. But finding out things like what his favorite meal is during a movie, or why he loved hiking so much made you want to learn more about him. He is also much funnier than you had thought.
You were pretty aware of the rabid fanbase that followed him consistently. The fan edits, the stans, the ones who truly believed they were going to marry the young man. The thought made you cringe as you thought back on your first reaction upon hearing that you two were being paired together for this joint project.
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"This will be a great opportunity to reach a further fanbase across the globe in countries that love to support their favorite superheroes!" Your manager exclaimed in excitement before wiggling her brows as she nudged you. "And by support, you know what I mean…"
"Financially?" You finished her sentence, an uninterested look on your features.
"Yes! This will be such a big break for you. Think about it -- they see you paired with one of their top heroes. One, they'll think you can keep up with him. Two, this is an opportunity to grow your exposure as a fairly new hero on the scene. But third, and most importantly the country relations." She looked at you with a serious look this time, her gaze strong.
You scoffed at the implications of the "perks". You were sitting still in the comfort of your manager's old office, your unmoving reaction giving her an insight into how you had truly felt.
"Look, I know you like to be on that 'I can do this myself' tirade, but this will look great. For both of you."
"But at the expense of me though," You crossed your arms and looked down at your feet as you couldn't help but feel blindsided. "I mean, you didn't even ask me. I have never been to Japan, and I don't even know this dude. He could be a fucking creep for all I know!"
"Y/N." She said it as a warning for your tone. She sighs and softens up a bit, but still maintains her composure. "This is something that could be good for you. Think about the titles, the awards, hell even the recognition. Isn't that what you want?"
Not when it sounds like that, no. You didn't become a hero and train this much for the fame of it. You weren't an idiot, and you knew that part of the job is to get your face out there. But a part of you feared that you could become a person who would only go for things that will look good without actually doing the part.
"Do you seriously think you'll be some big-shot hero while staying a nobody in here? We need to expand."
You scoffed at her wording, eyes flickering up to look at her in offense. "So you think I can't be successful on my own?"
"Y/N-"
"I get that there isn't much of a demand here, but I feel as though I am fulfilling my duties. I don't need to be famous to make an impact. I like it here."
"You aren't thinking long term. There simply isn't enough demand, and that has to change. I know it's hard but you have to trust me." She reached across the desk to hand you the papers, the gesture not received on your end.
Sasha called out your name as you muttered a dismissal from the meeting. You stood up as you gathered your stuff from her desk, packing up the discarded papers and other supplies. You knew you were being dramatic, but rightfully so. This was never discussed, nor did you ever think you would have to live in a foreign place. It was so painfully random and left field that you couldn't help but feel slighted that such a big decision was already made for you. Especially where foreigners weren't exactly welcomed and that thought alone made you nervous.
That night was hazy if you remember correctly. You didn't have anything to attend to, you just wanted out. You were worried sick about this new endeavor. You would have to say goodbye to everything you had built at home. The community, the friends, the experiences. All for this opportunity. You were an emotional mess and honestly, as you cringe thinking about it now, it wasn't that serious but it sure felt like it. You were only given a year to brace yourself for the inevitable, train, say goodbye to the people you were used to seeing every day, and on top of that, learn a whole new fucking language.
One thing you did remember correctly though was your manager calling you to check up. When it had slipped up that you were currently out drinking and sad about yourself, she hopped in her car and immediately came to your rescue to pick you up before you could do something stupid. The car ride was silent as she didn't want to chew you out then and make you feel any worse than you already did. When the time was right, she had thought up something to say. It was her words that stuck with you that made you start to reconsider this business decision.
"Listen, if I told you, I know that you would say no," Sasha said as she held your hand, voice softer than ever. "But I know you deserve better and bigger than this." She sits up a bit in her chair that sat on the side of your bed and properly tucked your hair back into your hair cover. "It's not because I don't think you're incapable. It's because I know you would stay here in this small town without growing and staying in your ways."
"But I like it here… I like the people. My family is here… the community needs me…" Your voice cracked at the end as tears started to spill from your eyes. "I can't just leave. it's more than the accolades, the fame. I want to make a change and I c-can't do that if I'm not here."
She hums as she brings you in for a hug, a twinge of hurt coming from her. Sasha felt awful seeing you like this, and she was aware that even when in her best intentions her decisions could be harsh. Even if she wanted nothing but to see you succeed, she wanted you to be happy too.
"Listen," She starts as she wipes your tears. "We'll figure something out, okay? You won't be abandoning this place. If I can secure a deal like this, I'm sure I can sway some more from the company to get you happy. Alright?"
You meekly nod, your overflow of emotions never stopping as you can't calm yourself. You were too destroyed to come around to the idea. You were terrified of the turn of options and all the drinking you did that night did not help one bit. You are so used to being well-liked, what would the world offer when you change from a small hero in your H/T to a big international one? To what lengths did you have to keep giving yourself up to make the higher-ups happy? Were you in over your head choosing this path?
These questions were justified, but it all came back to the same common theme: boxing yourself in. If you didn't want to do this, you would've called it quits long ago. But here you were, and even with all the villains you've taken down, this seemed scarier. Nothing is more frightening than putting yourself somewhere you are emotionally vulnerable. And for the lack of a better word, alone.
You'd have to start again, meet new people, start a new routine. How would you be able to adapt?
"You'll have a year and some change before you go over. I've already been scouting for the best Japanese tutors out there." She pulled back when it seemed as though your sobbing had subsided and she smiled. "I'll get you the best of the best and I'll be damned if you're not taken care of."
You nodded wordlessly and wiped the tears from your cheeks. She handed you your water bottle once you sit up, a hand on your back for support.
"So think about it, please. I know it's scary to think about, but this can help you. Seriously." She stands up and tidies up the area before gathering her stuff. "And you won't be alone, remember that."
She smiles before closing your bedroom door leaving you to your muddled thoughts.
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Later on, it was revealed that your pairing would have the "organic" formation. You two would be put together for a few big missions and soon enough when the public would notice, that's when the process of being in a semi-duo would take effect. Your manager made sure to stress how it was important the two of you kept your individual identities to cover all basis. No fan will be completely pushed out of their comfort zone while you two could rely on each other when the job needed it. The other part of the deal was that you would be able to work almost more than half of the year in Japan whilst being able to use the other days to visit back to your country and most importantly your home town.
It was a win-win and you couldn't thank Sasha any more than you did when she relayed the news. When recounting it, you can vividly remember the amount of relief that washed over you to the point it made you emotional again. The feeling of embarrassment had also risen to the surface and you profusely apologized about the prior outbursts to the initial news. In manager fashion, she hushed you before reassuring you that it was her job to get her client right and out there. If you didn't have her, you honestly weren't sure where you'd be right now.
But unfortunately, the things you overthought about weren't exactly wrong either. Most of the things that popped up in your head had come to fruition, some worse than others. Being in a duo with a male counterpart was rough. Especially if he was hot young and (seemingly) a bachelor. People didn't like to see their fave with the opposite sex who seemed to be of that same description with the added addition that they don't come from the same background as well.
Recently after the WIRED interview, the fans were starting to come along to the idea much more than it seemed. Many more positive comments were starting to pop up online and now the public perception of your pairing was really starting to kick off.
There was a mixture of comments that ranged from, "Wow! They look so cute together" "You have to admit they do get the job done" to "I fucking hate XYZ" and we don't need to address the vulgar ones…
Of course, at first, you use to read those comments for hours. You'd be stuck on an unhealthy loop, emotions from high to low as it seemed there was never a day that didn't have all kinds of comments and interactions. Some days are better than others, and some days you'd have to force yourself to log off and do other things in your life. But all in all, the interview seemed to be a hit so now both your agencies are scrambling to book more to boost engagement.
You sigh as you stretch out onto your couch, thinking about how two years have been both hell and a blessing. You stare up at your ceiling as your phone locks, setting it on your coffee table.
The idea to message Sasha as you recounted past and recent memories started to poke at you. You still hesitate on the action though considering the fact you know she's always busy with her schedule. You feel a buzz and you pick up your phone, the text catching your attention.
Sasha-Sama 👯‍♀️
Are you up for going out today?
[->] Sent 13:34.
'speaking of the devil….' you smile and swipe up to correspond to her message.
You
depends. what am I leaving for?
[✓] Sent 13:35.
Sasha-Sama 👯‍♀️
I've got a client I want you to get closer with.
Management says it'll be good for you to get more acquainted with the heroes here. You might actually like her.
[✓] Sent 13:41.
You hum in curiosity, thinking about it a bit before replying.
You
who is it?
[✓] Sent 13:42.
Chat bubbles pop up on your screen and you watch as she types up her response. Today you were taking a very much-needed break for the week and you weren't too sure if you wanted to go out and do some crazy amount of networking.
Sasha-Sama 👯‍♀️
Mina and a few others are in the top 10 for Japan.
You may have met her already, at those galas a few times.
[✓] Sent 13:47.
Your brows quirk up at the name. You're quick to open Instagram, wanting to see a more personal image of her than the one you would see from a search engine.
Oh.
Yeah, you remembered her. She was lively for sure and everyone around her seemed to like her as well. Her page was a mix of official posts and personal ones, perfectly balancing out professional and niche drives to curate an audience. There were even a few posts that were shitposts too.
You were intrigued. Now that you thought about it, you didn't have any friends here… like at all. You spent most of your time focused on work, and if not that, then interacting with your fans in person and online. When you weren't doing either of those things, you were studying Japanese. Surely the studying paid off though with the additional advantage of living in the environment to grasp the content. One could even call your behavior shut-in, but could you blame yourself? Even with your determination to get yourself out there, it was hard. You were still trying to adjust to all of this, and you haven't hit your time mark to visit home just yet. Hell, you can't even remember the last time you got laid.
Your phone dinging catches your attention again and you realize that you hadn't got back to your manager yet.
Sasha-Sama 👯‍♀️
So is it a yes? I will be forwarding your number to her.
[✓] Sent 13:56.
You think a bit before coming to a decision but you need a bit more info first.
You
yes for now, but who else will be there?
you mentioned something about a few others.
[✓] Sent 13:59.
Sasha-Sama 👯‍♀️
Well, I know that Bakugo will be there, but I am not sure who the other people are. Just got in that it's actually not just the top 10, just a few other heroes around the province as well.
[✓] Sent 14:02.
You hesitate at the information on your screen. Bakugo is going to be there? You're not sure why, but a sense of anxiousness starts to flood you as you start to think about him in such a casual setting. You blink a few times as you rub your forehead, now starting to rethink your decisions.
Sasha-Sama 👯‍♀️
Y/N, you will be fine. I'm sending a car to pick you up at 18:30. Wear something… "cunty" and cute. There might be paps there so look good pls. 👀
[✓] Sent 14:05.
You groan loudly at her text and almost want to throw your phone. Is she for real? Even when you need to go out to meet people, it's still about your image. You wanted to text her your thoughts, but a better part of you knows that this outing is probably for your good. You just hoped that these people weren't controversial and this wouldn't be hard work to clean up anything that comes along with their bullshit. You doubted the idea as you remember how much your agency wants to push you to the public. Anything that could be a blip in your appearance was always scrapped and replaced. They were your last safety net to coast safely in this whole hero-ing thing if you were being honest.
You
Sasha… 😐
"cunty"??? PLEASE.
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[✓] Sent 14:09.
Sasha-Sama 👯‍♀️
↳ Liked your picture.
🤷🏾‍♀️
Love you, N/N! And stay safe, you know to call me if anything is going on. 💪🏾
[✓] Sent 14:11.
You jokingly send a thumbs down in retaliation to her message, albeit hearting the message as you know she means well. Turning your head to the side, you find yourself staring back at your TV's black mirror. You still had a lot of time left so you decided to at least start prepping for the evening ahead of time.
To prevent the inevitable disruption of hunger, you make your way into the kitchen and decide to get something to eat. You prepare leftover protein to eat with noodles that you've wanted to try all week. It's like when you think of mixing a food combo but take forever to put it into fruition. In anticipation of your ingenious meal, you eagerly await its arrival as the smell taunts you as you wait.
Once it's done you are in no rush to scarf down your food. You even sit down at one of the high chairs on your island with a half-awake presence. It was no surprise that you woke up late today due to the fatigue that comes along with being a pro-heroin. You couldn't even recount the last time you sat down and ate a meal like this. Back in the day (why did you age yourself like that?) when you were in, H/T, you always had enough time to do everything. To experience everything. Yes, you felt blessed to be here even with how hard it's been, but to be able to just sit and relax was a whole new feeling of euphoria you haven't felt in a while. The feeling was pretty nice.
You scoff as you try to think about how things can change so fast. As you blankly stare at your surroundings, you map out the different things you should get to make your penthouse more "homey". It was a very nice and very, very, very expensive place. One that you were definitely not paying for yourself, one that your company took the liberty to do. You have only been able to get the basic things you need for a living space, and only some decorations to truly make it yours. Hell, you even had more clothes than furniture and dishes combined. But that was thanks to sponsors and of course, having to properly ration your paychecks. You had to admit your living space being taken care of for you was an immense help to begin with so you didn't want to complain too much.
Your phone buzzing on the couch successfully gains your attention and you can't help but sigh in annoyance. One thing to also note about being in Japan is that you were practically on call all the time. There was a reason you couldn't leave your phone on silent. You finish up your current bite before hopping down from your chair and trudging your way to your device. You light up upon the contact on your screen. It's an unknown number but the person messaging you makes themselves known in their message.
XXX-XXX-XXXX
hiya! this is Mina!! heard you were coming out with me tonight! 🤟
hope this is the right number lol
[✓] Sent 14:39.
You
Hey! Yes, this is the right number, haha.
My name's Y/N :)
[✓] Sent 14:40.
Mina
your name is SO CUTE! it really suits you <3
[✓] Sent 14:41.
Your heart flutters as you receive the compliment, a giddy grin spreading across your lips as you get more eager to contact her.
You
Thank you! I could say the same for you 🫶🏽
[->] Sent 14:42.
Your thumbs hover over your screen as you try to think of something else to say, not wanting the conversation to die so fast. She hasn't seen your message yet and hopes something comes out of this interaction. Deciding not to stress about it too much, you resume finishing your meal.
So many thoughts run through your mind as you try to prepare yourself for tonight. Even in your hometown, you didn't frequent clubs or bars often, especially not with well-established individuals your age either. It seemed as though Mina was nice enough but you had to factor in the fact Bakugo was going to be there. Then it was also the added stress that other people you didn't even know would be there as well.
You still have no real idea of Bakugo. He seemed pretty reserved, almost goody-two-shoes-like. But honestly, you're sure you gave off the same image as well. Something about him just gave… in the clean. Saying innocent felt like a stretch but you were starting to lean towards that with his mostly clean record. But that could easily be attributed to the fact there was no doubt his agency was probably paying out-of-pocket to keep the shit he does on the low. Maybe you should take it upon yourself to look into him…
Amid your inner thinking, you had decided to clean up the kitchen after your brunch. Having just finished eating, you are now cleaning your dishes. Some dishes were left in the sink and strewn about, but the place thankfully wasn't a pigsty. You rest your hands on the edge of the sink, thinking about the many ways tonight can go before reminding yourself that any time you have tried to predict the future, shit has always gone left field. You hum as you shut the tap water off when you finish and push off the sink to find a towel to dry your hands with. You make your way back to your phone and sit down on one of the high-up chairs as you check your phone.
Mina
this is sort of sudden, but do you want to go shopping with me tonight? figured you don't have that many friends anyways
we can get to know each other!
[✓] Sent 14:57.
Well damn. She ain't have to say it like that. You feel a tad embarrassed at the wording but make up your mind anyway. You itch the back of your neck as you reply immediately.
You
Of course! I would love to. When should I get ready?
[✓] Sent 14:59.
Mina
i figured you'd say yes lol. omw what's your address?
[✓] Sent 15:00.
Your brows shoot up at the late notice and hesitate a bit. You look at the time before deciding to go along with it anyways.
You
000-0000 Shibuya-ku
[✓] Sent 15:03 P.M.
Mina
sweet! will be there soon 😉
[✓] Sent 15:04.
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"Hey!" Mina calls out from her car as soon as the windows are rolled down. "You are so much cuter in person!" She unlocks her doors and gives you a wink as you bashfully laugh at her friendly flirting.
"Thank you, you too." You smile as you get in and adjust yourself. You look around as you get settled and admire the layout. You still have yet to get your license and being driven around could sometimes get tiring.
"I was thinking that we should go to that new store in that big shopping district mall in the district. They usually have cute stuff on sale there." Mina suggests. She expertly pulls off and looks over at you with a grin before reaching over to playfully nudge you. "No need to be so tense around me! I totally get you are probably really nervous. Don't worry, I can get you hooked up." She smirks as she looks back at the road, giving you a small glance before she finishes her thought. "In more ways than one…"
"A-Ah, I'm not too sure about that one." You nervously laugh. "If I'm being honest I haven't done anything at all since I've been here… especially, that."
With the gasp she let out, you would think that you just told her you work for the League of Villains. As she reaches a red light she looks over at you with a shocked look, completely flabbergasted at your admission.
"Are you serious?!"
"Completely."
"Not even joking?"
"I am so serious."
"...how?" She looks away completely in silence and scoffs. "Doesn't matter anyways, we'll get you laid in no time~"
You chuckle at her determination and shake your head. "To be honest I'm not really in the mood for that stuff… I kind of like being by myself. It's way less stressful."
"Well, no one said you have to be committed. A little fun once in a while doesn't hurt."
You hum in agreement and rest your arm on the armrest. Mina wasn't completely wrong, but you were totally out of the loop by now. You had to leave behind all of your suitors and sneaky links in H/T. Even then you were too busy with work. There were moments when you wanted to get out there for some sort of excitement to ease your boredom, but nothing ever came of it. Your desire to relinquish your needs always ends with you, your toys, and your imagination. A bit devastating if you think about it too hard.
The bustling shopping district Nina talked about isn't too far from your place and you have also learned that Mina lived pretty close to you as well. There are so many people moving about; lots of people doing their things and plenty who seemed to recognize you both. Luckily, she knew of some ways to avoid crowds.
By the time you two had made it to the mall, basically half an hour and then some had passed. Mina sucked her teeth as she looked at her phone to check the time, her manicured nails tapping against the screen as she spoke to you.
"Ah, who cares? The place is pretty laid back. Being a little late might make you look cooler."
Mina had persuaded you to stop by her favorite boba cafe near the newly opened stores. And surely after reassuring you a bit, she had convinced you to let her take care of the spending for today (although you decided in your head that you'd pay her back).
She grins at you as she finally puts her phone away to look at the menu board. You watch as she effortlessly orders her usual at the kiosk. You attempted to keep up with her movements but it proved to be a difficult task. This pink-haired girl was much more assertive and bold than you thought she would be. Everything she did was done with such confidence and carefree energy that you felt mesmerized by how she carried herself. Though her bluntness did shock you a bit from time to time. The way she talks to you is like you two have known each other for years instead of the fact you two have only greeted each other in passing at formal events. It was her unique sense of being a girl's-girl that made it much easier to get more comfortable with her.
The wait for the drinks doesn't take that long and soon enough you two are on your way to the clothing store. You admired everywhere around and swore to yourself to go out more often. You hadn't realized all the cool stuff you had been missing by just focusing on furthering your career. You were pretty amazed at how the store you were visiting occupied two whole floors, with another giant store on top of it as well.
You and Mina were separate in the store since you two were looking for different things. You were looking for a new pair of bottoms while she looked for accessories on the floor below. You mindlessly sifted through the clothes on the racks not sure what you were looking for specifically. Periodically you'd look out the window and admire the view outside, the day's sky shifting to a more dreamy sunset tone. The music you couldn't recognize softly played in the background, but the ambiance of the 2000-early 2010s feel certainly encapsulated the store.
You find yourself humming softly to the tunes though, a bit shocked that you could understand some of it. Some songs and artists you could recognize while some seemed to be either Japanese or from a different place entirely. As you paid half attention to the clothes while the other half tried listening to the music, the next artist that comes in makes you stop. You're unmoving in your spot and look around as you listen closely, a smile spreading across your lips as the tune properly makes its way to your ears.
It was a song from J. Cole and shockingly enough it was uncensored too. You lightly laugh to yourself as they tend to do this, playing foreign songs with the cuss words on full blast without a care in the world. You couldn't quite place your finger on which song it was though and it seemed as though the song was about to finish anyways.
Soon enough you can find a pair of pants that would suit the outfit and idea you had in mind have half a mind to try it on. You find your way through the options as the song unfolds, looking at the different clothes on your way to the dressing rooms. You softly hum along to the song although making sure not to be too loud. Lord knows you already stick out like a sore thumb, but god, you did love a good J. Cole song.
As the unnamed song comes to a finish, you are on your way to find the dressing rooms. A courteous attendant asks normal customer service questions before leaving you to be in your presence. It's not long before the next song plays and it so happens to be another J. Cole song, except you knew this song very well.
You breathe out a laugh as the intro starts to play and you have to keep your excitement in. You could hear the song much clearer in this section as it was more closed in than the rest of the other area. Despite the music being clearer now, the faint chatter around did indicate you were not alone, and many people liked this store as well.
'note to self: find the furthest stall to avoid any confrontation with anyone else.' You thought to yourself and continued your venture to the furthest spot.
By the time you had made it to the back, it seemed like there was one last stall at the end of the hall. At first glance, it seemed as though it was empty, but as you grew close, you noticed the door was ajar. You had half a mind to barge in but what you saw in the changing room made you freeze.
A familiar tuff of blonde hair and a toned figure dawning in a dark green tank that complimented his tan skin caught your eye. Your gaze followed the chain that adorned his masculine neck, his strong shoulders were next to fall into view, and his well-defined back that his shirt that perfectly molded to his skin was last. You could see he was hunched over in a position that didn't seem as though he was trying something on, but still moving nonetheless. A soft gasp that's immediately hushed makes you look up and your eyes widen. The sound was way too feminine, and it certainly was not from you. Another noise makes you squint, trying to see what was going on.
"Stop teasing me," She whispers to him and that's when you finally realize what the hell was going on.
Before you could turn around a pair of eyes makes contact with yours through the reflection of the mirror and you suck in a quiet breath at the fact now you have been caught. The reflection of his deep scarlet eyes showed no direct emotion and you couldn't read what he was feeling, much less thinking. His movements continued without faltering though and another soft sound of encouragement followed his actions. One thing was clear and there was no mistaking it: you could see him and Bakugo could see you. You know that you should leave. However, now you are dangerously curious and confused. The worst part is that you were frozen in shock.
Prettily manicured fingers lightly glide over his shoulders and trace his tanned skin before finding its way to lose itself in his hair. You could hear her question what he was looking at before guiding him to pay his full attention to her once again. It's when he breaks eye contact you can finally break out of your trance.
It was at that moment that the song over speakers reached your ears again and the irony that hangs through the air is almost laughable. No longer wanting any part in listening or seeing this go down, you swiftly turn around and walk away pretending nothing happened in the hope to find the furthest stall away from him.
When you find a stall you immediately close the door and throw the store's clothes onto the side. You rub your temples and close your eyes, another sigh leaving your lips for the millionth time today. Much to your dismay, closing your eyes didn't ease the impending headache that was about to hit, nor did it halt the memory of what you just witnessed. Your mind only brought the visualization of what you just saw to the forefront. You purse your lips as it didn't help that her voice accompanied the memory.
'it started off real innocent my ass.' You thought to yourself as that part of the song over the speakers made its way to your ears. When you open your eyes you're met with your reflection in two mirrors and have no other choice but to look at yourself. You felt like you were going crazy and rightfully so! You weren't innocent yourself, no, but have some damn grace. To be so careless like that, you're starting to realize that the coworker you thought you had a general idea of is way off.
But what did this make you? You stood there and watched them. Not for long, but long enough. Long enough that he saw you. Bakugo knew you were standing there and didn't do anything about it. At first, you thought that his expression was unreadable, but the more you thought about it, you had completely missed the challenging look in his eyes.
The piercing look of instigation with a hint of his curiosity. It was as if it was a look of provocation. As if… beckoning you to try something. Or are you desperately trying to justify why you watched two people doing lewd acts to each other while you just stood there in shock? One of them being your partner in fighting against crime.
You harshly scoff and turn around to avoid looking at yourself to hopefully put off letting it run through your head any longer. You start to strip your clothes off and face the door as you get undressed. As your mind starts to clear, you hear the song playing over the speakers and can't help but humorlessly laugh at the fact the song was about to finish. It had only been what? Almost four minutes and this whole thing had you in shambles. It would've been easier to handle if you didn't have to see him so soon—as in literally a couple of hours—but nope, your dumbass decided to go out today. To, "network". To have fun.
After finishing your haul you have long forgotten any songs playing over the speaker and now you just wanted to leave this store without encountering those two ever again, actually. Unfortunately, never seeing them again isn't an option, and making sure not to cross paths with them for now will be quite the challenge.
You slam the door open and accidentally startle the other shoppers due to your outburst. While apologizing profusely you hear a familiar voice call out to you, a wave of relief hitting over you once you realize it's Mina.
"Ready to check out?" Mina asks, completely unaware of what just happened. You wordlessly nod your head as you follow behind her, ready to get out of this place as fast as possible.
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The club's music did not disappoint. Admittedly, you have been to a few clubs here and there that completely sucked. Like… really bad. The clubbing scene is totally different and it was clear that the culture here was adversely opposite of what you were used to. Not to say that every club you went to back in H/T was spectacular, but you could at least anticipate people having a ball and throwing ass. Consequently, you were pleasantly surprised by the one you were invited to since you chalked it up to cultural differences. However, it may have just been that you needed to find places that worked for you.
As aforementioned, you and Mina did end up arriving late but it seemed as though many of the other people in your party were milling about and having fun anyways to pay attention to that fact. You met a few others that your manager had briefly mentioned and had the pleasure to meet.
The first was Momo, a hero that had lots of prestige and was very kind. She often modeled but did other charity work as well. She had offered to put in a good word for you as she deeply admired your beauty. The next was another woman, Hagakure. You had heard about her before, and somehow her outgoing presence and energy rivaled Mina's. The downside though you knew to keep your distance since she seemed a lot more.. chaotic which is why you had already known about her prior.
Then there were the other guys there. Denki who was practically Mina's partner in crime, and another one whose name is Sero. He was pretty chill, not going to lie pretty cute too. He had a level of nonchalant charm that had you intrigued. The top hero of the country who everyone knew and loved was also rumored to make an appearance, but Sero advised you not to hold your breath. It was a whole workaround just to get the top three heroes in a public setting like this even when they could find refuge in the V.I.P section such as this one. It was a miracle that the second top hero—Dynamight A.K.A Bakugo Katsuki—was in attendance that night as well. Women and even men were always trying to find opportunities to throw themselves onto their desired hero, hoping that they'll be, "the one". The thought always made you laugh at the insanity of it all. Throughout the interaction, you did find yourself swayed to chat it up with him. He seemed sweet and Sero was honestly a calm breath of fresh air compared to the vibrant personalities that you have met so far. Even with how well you two were kicking it off, it did feel like something was looming around. Almost as if someone was watching you.
You assumed that you'd be safe on the terrace as there were a handful of people out there too. When you looked around you couldn't see anyone, and it seemed as though everyone was doing their own thing and partying. You're not sure how but at a certain point you two had gotten closer in distance, thighs touching and personal space becoming slim. You'd lean into his ear so he could "hear you better", his calloused hand resting on your knee that touched his and you had to admit that you didn't want it to stop. The small amount of liquid courage was making this easier for you. The alcohol gave you a level of confidence that made your words have a lighthearted cadence to them, much more fluid than when you are sober and worrying if your vocabulary is fluent and with the trends.
"D'you wanna dance?" Sero proposed. There was a playful grin on your face and you were more than welcome to oblige.
"I'd love to."
Both of your bodies are close and you can feel his strong hands on your hips. There is no space in between and there was no mistaking that you could feel his,,, friend down there. But you welcomed it. You even pulled his arms closer and ground against him. It had been a while since you have danced like this and he was cute enough for you to let this continue.
While feeling the rhythm (and his obvious boner and shifty hands) you catch the attention of someone you weren't expecting. You're too into feeling the motions of your environment to properly be stunned but it was no mistake that it was the same guy you vowed to avoid until further notice, Bakugo. You two never break eye contact as you tilted your head to the side, the horny male behind you taking it as a sign to kiss your neck. Your brows scrunch in pleasure as his lips are undoubtedly skilled, his teeth teasing your skin numerous times but not deep enough to leave any marks. Your hands find their way to tangle in his hair, egging him on to continue.
Bakugo's eyes are intense just like you had witnessed in the changing room. It seemed as though he had no plans on breaking eye contact with you and it scared you in a way that he was unwavering. While you cowered coming across him and his presumed girlfriend, he openly stared at you. Another challenging look with confidence oozing from him. Just when a hand starts to wander a little south on your body, he starts to move towards you and now you're starting to get anxious.
Breaking eye contact, you're quick to turn around in Sero's hold, an apologetic expression on your face.
"Too much?" Sero asks, his hand coming up to wipe a strand of hair from your face and you shake your head.
"I have to run to the restroom real quick, okay?" You squeeze his hand before leaving and take a few steps before actively making your way in the opposite direction in which Bakugo was going.
Your eyes search desperately for the bathrooms and much to your relief signs were pointing in that direction. Despite all of the dancing bodies and other people trying to make it around as well, you can find refuge and go into the restroom. You immediately walk up to the sink on the furthest side of the room and place your hands on the ledge of the sink. A deep sigh comes from you as you try to calm yourself down knowing that you were starting to get too cocky outside.
What the hell even was that?
You have had your fair share of rendezvous' and sneaking around, but never have you made eyes at someone's boyfriend or whatever the fuck he was to her. Everything about today was going way too fast, and you were sure you were going to need another drink.
You turn on the water and grab a paper towel to wet, applying the wet paper to clean off your face and skin. You were right about one thing though: Sero was pretty skilled and you wondered how he was able to contain himself and not mark your skin. Had it been any other bumbling idiot, you would've had to be covering up your neck and shoulders with makeup for a good few days or so.
You bend down to catch the water instead, fully committing to the idea that you'll reapply your makeup, if any, before leaving the bathroom to get yourself together. As you try to sober yourself up you hear the door open and close behind you and pay it no mind. The running water of the sink distracts you for a hot minute before it hits you that there was no movement at all after the door had initially opened. You turn off the water and turn around, a sharp gasp coming from you as you fully take in who's at the door.
"Having fun?" Bakugo asks in a tone you've never heard before. It was deeper, a light husk to it rather than his regular monotonous or rambunctious tone. He steps closer and you back up, trying to create more space between you. He scoffs at the action, stepping forward again and watching as you have nowhere else to go. You have no other choice but to watch him slowly make his way up to you, and you aren't sure what to expect.
"Bakugo," You start but fail to continue. What do you even say to him, how do you even start? Your mouth opens and closes as you try to collect yourself making him chuckle.
"Keep going and you might turn into a fish."
His mockery successfully makes you close your mouth and glare at him. Bakugo's calloused hand reaches out and softly touches your neck, tracing where Sero's lips once were. His thumb lightly traces your skin, a low hum in approval at how his work is pretty much unnoticeable.
"You shouldn't be in here." Your voice is low and timid. He grins at your words and places his hands on your hips, pushing you to sit back on the counter behind you. You curse yourself for choosing the last sink in the corner and you curse yourself for responding so easily to his touch. "And we shouldn't be like this either." You try to reason more with yourself more than anything.
He scoffs out a laugh and leans in close to your ear, lips brushing against your skin. "Why not? It's just us."
"But that… girl?" You lightly pull away from him and place your hands behind you to support yourself. His face shows confusion for a split second when he merely pulls inches away from you.
"Camie?" Bakugo's cocky demeanor returns as he slides his hands from your hips to your thighs, parting them enough to fit himself between them. "So it really was you at the store, eh? Didn't know my partner was such a pervert."
The nerve. He was the one who left the door ajar. If anything, you should be calling him the pervert.
"I-I wasn't trying to, you left the door open." You counter back, eyes narrowing in response. He lightly shrugs before moving in to kiss the opposite side of your neck Sero left untouched and places an open kiss on your skin.
"Must've forgot."
A humorless laugh comes from you in reaction to his answer, a soft gasp following in its footsteps. His teeth sink into your skin and you are sure that, unlike your first pick for the night, Bakugo definitely left a mark. You softly whimper as he places his right hand on your waist to press your body closer to his. Your back arches into his and you move your head to welcome his rough kisses, the stimulation undoubtedly reawakening the lust you had on the dance floor. His hand on your hip grips your thigh and slips its way to the middle of your legs, wasting no time pressing the pads of his fingers against your heat.
You moan at the pressure and hurriedly press your lips together in embarrassment. Your eyes are closed to avoid making eye contact with him as you already know he was gearing up to tease you.
"Shit, when was the last time you got fucked, princess?" Bakugo grips your cheeks and forces you to open your eyes. There's no way he expects you to answer with his grip, and you're sure he's not expecting it anyways. "Soy sauce face ain't do it for ya'?"
You look up at him with a dazed and confused look, the look in your eyes making him groan. The nicknames he picked were certainly unique, and you can't quite pinpoint why he coined Sero that; much less what their connection to each other is. He was under the assumption that like him you were actively 'busy' in your free time. You certainly weren't if that wasn't evident with how receptive you are to his touch.
"I'll get you all fixed up, baby," Bakugo leans in close to your lips, "make you forget all about that dunce's face." He finishes the declaration with a kiss, his grip softening on your cheeks and then moving to your neck.
The kiss, albeit sloppy, intoxicated you. His lumps were plump and soft, a hard contrast to his strong and calloused hands that held your thigh and waist. His tongue brushes against your lower lip asking for an entrance and you gladly allow him entrance. You moan as his tongue dominates your mouth, his wet muscle caresses yours with passion.
Your hands now gripped onto his strong shoulders like that other girl once did. You can't help but think about her, your thoughts starting to cloud about the two of them. You pull away as you start to feel guilty, a string of saliva connecting you two as you part.
"What's wrong?" Bakugo wipes the string of saliva away, a soft pant to his words as he collects himself.
"I just can't, Bakugo. You have a girlfriend."
"She's not my girl, not like that," Bakugo reassures, his thumb pressing against your lip before moving his finger to press various pecks against your lips. "I ain't never did this before, but I've had my eye on you for a while." The confession shamefully made you blush. You had always thought he was attractive but never thought deeper about it. Even a few days ago from the WIRED interview you never made the move to ask or even care about getting to know him. But here you were, sitting on a random club's sink with him between your luscious thighs.
Your cumbersome thoughts start to lose their way as he leans in to kiss you again, your worries washing away when his soft lips find yours. His kiss is overwhelmingly commanding and you love it. You were used to guys taking a more passive approach with you and the lack of control his kiss held undoubtedly made you more responsive to him. Even with that distinction from before, the kiss now is more controlled this time and his composure shows he meant business now. His tongue works smoothly against yours and doesn't shy away from wrestling with yours. You were so enraptured by the kiss you hadn't noticed his left hand had slipped into the front of your bottoms, the feeling of his fingers pressing against your clothed cunt making you buck into his hand.
You whimper as he continues his stroking, your hands never letting up their hold on his strong shoulders. His fingers welcome your grinding and he pulls away from the kiss to look down at the spot between your hips and watches in interest.
"Bakugo—"
"Katsuki," Bakugo corrects you and tilts your chin down to maintain eye contact with you once again.
You bite your lip and your eyes flutter closed once he presses his fingers against your clit eliciting a breathier moan from you.
"Say it and I'll put them in, Y/N." He lets his fingers slip down to collect your slick, the tips of his fingers lightly pressing at your entrance before tracking back up to play with your clit again.
"K-Kat," Your jaw locks up at his diddling, a frustrated pout adorning your features as you try to keep up with him. "I—thought you said you haven't done this before, hm?"
He lightly laughs at your accusation, softly shaking his head at your confusion. "Messin' around like this, princess." His eyes flicker down at your movements and softly groans.
"So it's not about me being a foreigner?"
"That too," The question gets a genuine laugh from him, his brow raising in amusement as he slips in a finger whilst he answers. "used to stealing other people's girl's, not the other way around."
"Shit!" Your fingers grip his tank top and you bring him in for another kiss. His experience is clear in the way he maintains his rhythm in both his kiss and fingering your sopping cunt. Bakugo slips in another finger when you start to lubricate more, a lewd squelch welcoming in his digits.
He curls his fingers to find your soft g-spot, his touch delicate but rough at the same time. You were a vocal one for sure and he loved it. When he presses his palm against your once abandoned clit, your sounds let him know how much you appreciated the attention again. You two break the kiss when you both need time to breathe, lips still very much pressed against one another as you two take each other in.
"Katsuki, fuck-"
"You're close aren't you, pretty girl?" He hums and you nod your head in confirmation. He barely reacts when your nails press into his skin, his eyes scanning the way your body reacts to his movements and how unabashedly expressive you were. So many other women were always focused on how pretty they looked and wanted to be prettier and more memorable than the last the young man encountered. You seemed so natural and into it and he greatly admired it. His crush that he has developed on you for some time now was growing for sure and it was all by chance that it was panning out like this. At this point he didn't care if you were using him to get your rocks off, he wanted to see you like this more often.
With bliss written across your face, your orgasm washes over you in an artful visual. Bakugo had grown to love all your expressions and this one by far might be his favorite. Your brows were scrunched as you released, eyes closed and your mouth shaped like an "O". When you opened back up your eyes to look at him, he knew what you were asking for. Bakugo softly sweet-talks you as you come down, his fingers slowing to a stop before pulling from your pants to lick his fingers.
You're a mess, a light pant to your breath as you watch him lick up your essence from his digits. You move to palm his hard-on, but his other hand immediately stops you.
"Fuck me, Katsuki." You mumbled against his lips, the look in your eyes showing nothing but a lustful plea.
"Not yet, princess," Bakugo answers back in the same manner, his lips brushing against yours as a way to tease before pulling away. "Can't spoil you too much now, can I?" He gives you a look over and scoffs at your dumbfounded seemingly fucked out state.
You call out his name as he washes up and leaves you behind in the bathroom.
You sit on the counter and stare at the door in shock. Your body felt like it was on fire. Your panties were now soaked and to add fuel to the fire you were left horny as fuck.
You slump against the corner and roll your eyes in exasperation. You no longer wanted to go back out and the pull to get another drink quickly died once you found yourself getting drunk on lust from what just occurred. You press your thighs together and groan at how Bakugo successfully blue-balled you both. You knew he was hard as fuck too the way his dick pressed against your thigh confirmed it.
You tilt your head to the side to observe yourself and have to admit you look a hot mess. Your eyes are half-lidded, you weren't sure how but your hair was a mess and now your once clear neck is now adorned in marks from Bakugo's rough kisses. You look away from the mirror and begrudgingly hop off the counter, the need to go home and take a shower finally reaching its way to your nervous system.
You
hey girlie, I'm heading out for the night. thanks for hanging out with me! 🫶🏽
[->] Sent 1:24 A.M.
You make sure to text Mina to avoid any miscommunication of you randomly disappearing during the night. You took your time to gather yourself not wanting to leave until you were ready. Once you leave the bathroom, you make a beeline towards the terrace needing to grab your things before having to leave in a cab for home.
"Leaving already?" A male's voice behind you makes you turn around.
"Ah, Sero," You smile apologetically as you properly face him. "I just… I'm not feeling well all of a sudden…" It was a shit lie and you knew it. You couldn't think of a better excuse but it wasn't a complete lie either. After your encounter with Bakugo, you needed to spend the night preferably alone.
Sero nods his head and gives you a warm smile. "I get it. Could I uh… get your phone maybe? Only if you're comfortable."
"Oh!" You light up and nod your head. "Yeah, of course."
After searching his pockets, Sero pulls out his phone and hands it to you. You quickly type in your number right before getting the notification on your own device that your ride is ready.
"It was nice meeting you, Sero." You lean up to kiss him on the cheek, leaving not too long after. It was a bit hard moving through the crowd but you were able to leave, and hopefully, you would be able to go home without any trouble tonight.
But what you didn't know was some people were paying attention and saw that whole exchange.
Quite a few, actually.
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my katsu who plays real drums on his phone when he's bored or when he cant sleep <3
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hentyehottie · 1 year
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-| hi my newfound love 💕
i bring to thee pervy thoughts to satiate your kinktober thirst 💦
STAY WITH ME NOW ….
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N-NAGA!BAKUGO 🐍
Naga!Bakugo who stands about 7ft tall at his full height. Thick, muscular arms crossed over his bulging pecs that lead to into perfectly chiseled abs and tapers into a massive corded serpentine tail that he uses to prep you before stretching your tight little hole out with his two slimy ✨cocks✨
do with this what you will ❤️
Kinktober day 1 and only 🤪
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Ngl it took forever but I got it done lmaooo excuse mistakes I never proofread
Pairing: Naga!Bakugo x Explorer Chubby Black!Fem Reader
c/w: 18+ MDNI
chileeeee 😭 monster fucking, oviposition, tail fucking, kats has two cawks, oral (m!receiving), language ofc, Katsuki hates humans, Katsuki’s 100 yrs old at least, he’s also a lil mean but I wouldn’t be me if I didn’t sprinkle a little praise here and there, venom intoxication, full nelson position, cervix fucking, girl you a babymama now 🤤 ❀ let me know if I’m missing any tags ❀
inspo behind his look lol
Something wasn’t right about this forest, so many sinkholes and underground traps lingered around the bunker-like caves.
Which is exactly why you’re limping back to your camp. You’d lost your canteen, which meant you had no drinking water for the night. Fortunately, you had somewhere warm and sheltered to sleep.
You entered the bunker you’d claimed for yourself. This one was the least creepy of them all, lacking the furs and animal carcasses you’d seen in a couple of the others.
At the entryway you kicked off your boots, not wanting to track dirt and mud inside. The tapestry you’d brought gave you a decent amount of privacy, kept you hidden from whatever might’ve been lurking outside, however it couldn’t hide you from something already inside.
“Oi, it’s about time, who the fuck are you?” He snarled violently, tail curling around to push you the rest of the way inside. He’d been waiting on you to return all day, dying to see just who was bold enough to trespass amongst his territory.
He was huge, not only big and brutish but tall too, his head nearly grazing the cave’s ceiling as he raised up at you.
Katsuki hated humans. They were messy, disgusting and vile, destroying every place they’d come to inhabit.
So he’s absolutely seething when a ditzy little bitch makes herself comfortable right in the middle of his territory. Pinning your dumb little tapestry in the entryway, and leaving your things scattered.. neatly in a corner?
Okay whatever you didn’t make a mess, but still he’d spent days digging it out and getting it just right for his rut, only to have some human bitch trespassing while he was out collecting supplies.
“Oh I-.”
Terrified was an understatement as you looked everywhere but his face to to avoid his angry red eyes.
“You’re a..a…like a centaur..but a snake?” He heard you say. Should someone, or something like this even exist? You couldn’t help but wonder if he was the product of some freaky genetic splicing, or something conjured up from the deepest darkest depths of your monsterfucking fantasies.
His human or hunanoid half was absolutely beautiful. A very handsome face, even if it was fixed into a scowl, big muscled arms and an abdomen like a washboard. He wore golden cuffs on his arms and wrists, thick rings adorned a couple of his fingers. His body was thick and bulky, tapering down to a slender twelve foot long tail. His scales were black with splotches of tan, the underbelly that same sandy tan color.
“A Naga, dumbass. I don’t have time for ya little games, bitch. The hell are you doing in my den. Where’d you come from?”
“Your what? I’m traveling south and I just needed a camp for a few nights. Please don’t eat me, I’ll leave!” You were willing to beg the handsome creature for your life. You nearly fainted at the feel of his cold, scaly tail wrapping around and giving a deterrent squeeze.
“Don’t flatter yourself.” He snarled. The last thing he’d ever eat was a disgusting human, you’d probably taste like shit anyway, with all the garbage humans ate.
Now, a deer or a big fat juicy rabbit? He’d do just about anything for. He’d probably go hunting after he figured out how to dispose of you.
“So, what should I do with you, my chubby little bunny?”
His tone was taunting, you’re sure anything you suggested he’d laugh at, but you mustered up enough courage to speak anyway.
His gaze was fixed on you, red reptilian eyes daring you to make a move. He wanted you to run. He’d probably even stall a bit, give you a little leeway before hunting you down like the predator he was.
And when he found you he’d contemplate snapping your pretty little neck, or pumping so much venom into your veins that your blood solidified completely, or even gutting you like a fish and tossing you aside for the scavengers to deal wit-
“K-keep me?”
He stared at you like you’d grown another head.
“Keep you?” He spat the words like they were poison filling his mouth. He scoffed, nose turned up and brows bunched into a menacing scowl. “Fuck are you talkin’ about?”
He’d expected you to beg for a merciful death, totally caught off guard when you suggested such an impious request.
“L-like a pet or maid..I-I can cook or forage or…please you.” You reasoned with the monster, voice dying in your throat at the end of the statement. You knew there was no way he’d let you go unscathed, so you offered up the next best thing, you hoped.
The blonde stopped and looked down at you, arms crossed over the thick trunk of his body and squeezing his deliciously large pecs together, before his mouth turned up in a devilish smirk. Uncoiling his tail, he dropped you right on your butt.
“Don’t need a pet, but I do need an incubator.” Your eyes widened when his eyes fixated on your chubby tummy.
“Incubator?”
“Yeah,” His forked tongue flickered. “Ain’t got a mate, but I’m ready for a litter.“
He slithered the rest of the way to you, pulling you right into his arms. He pressed his cool fingers into your doughy body, pulling you right up against him. “You have the perfect body to bare my clutch, so you will.”
Sure, it was contradictory. He hated humans, but that didn’t mean he couldn’t use you and all of your warm holes, right?
“Either that or I stuff em’ into your corpse.”
He could smell your fear, along with the sweet scent of ovulation and it was absolutely intoxicating. Your scent alone made him fucking feral, made him want nothing more than to burrow deeper into his den and have his way with you, to pump you full of cum and then his eggs.
Which is exactly what he’d do. Make you pay for disturbing his peace and triggering his rut early.
“Gonna keep papa’s eggs nice and warm, right? Ya promise?”
You nod with so much force your head might fall off, flinching when his thin tongue flickered rapidly beside your ear.
“Good, now whad’ya say about pleasing me, Bunny?”
***
The naga is left speechless when you take the head of one of his cocks into your mouth. The warmth enveloping him like the tightest hug.
“Fuck…what a good little bitch.”
You responded with the faintest little ‘mhm’ staring up at him all starry-eyed and dazed. Your tongue ran up and down that thick vein, sending shivers up his spine.
Katsuki had fucked with plenty of Naga women, but none of them had ever taken his dicks into their mouth, too prude and snobby to commit such a profane act.
But humans—humans were the embodiment of sin, the epitome of absolute trash, and before now he’s never been more grateful for the scum of your race.
Because here you were, the sexiest plump little vixen he’d ever seen, on your knees with your tongue swirling around each of his heads, showing neither more attention than the other.
You squished one of them between your busom, fucking it with your tits while your mouth handled the other.
“Holy fuck.” The naga breathed out, palming your head to push you down onto his cock, the tip nudging the threshold of your throat. Katsuki’s mind was clouded with delirium, head thrown back as little grunts and groans were forced out of him.
He laced his fingers into your braids, the hair ties that held your bun long gone. He was surprisingly gentle, forming your hair into a ponytail to rut against your mouth.
You sucked his cocks like your life depended on it, because it did. You needed him to feel like you were worth keeping, not to be discarded after you’d given him a litter.
“S-stop.”
Of course you didn’t stop, too stupefied to even understand the command at first. The naga felt like putty in your hands, the rattle of his tail moving intensely fast, nearly beating against the ground to signal just how close he was.
Your tongue and throat tingled as you worked him with your mouth, pushing him closer and closer to a release that would’ve brought him to his knees if he had them.
“Stop…or I’ll kill ya.” Bakugou panted hard, breaths ragged and strained, giving your hair a rough tug.
He quite literally meant what he said, as much as he did want to paint your throat with his cum, you’d likely asphyxiate from all that semen.
Your mouth was off of him in an instant, staring up at him waiting for your next order. You were a delectable sight to behold. Saliva dripping from your chin onto your big tits.
He pulled you up into a sloppy kiss, coating your tongue and throat with venomous saliva. It made your mouth water, the more you swallowed it down. You were now covered in a light sheen of sweat, body lax in his arms and incredibly sensitive, signs that you ingested the poison well.
“Please! I want-I need your cocks! Need you to fuck m-me.” His venom had you slack-jawed and slurring, drool dripping from the corners of your mouth.
Katsuki loved a bitch who wasn’t too proud to beg, carnal urges roused and ready to give you all that you asked for.
“Gotta stretch that pretty pussy if you want both my cocks.”
You nodded, or at least thought you nodded, head swaying as he maneuvered you around. Now you have your arms looped around his neck as he holds you up by your knees.
You let out the most wanton moan when his rattle breached your cunt, gasping and panting like a whore when more and more of that thick tail made its way inside.
Your eyes squeezed shut and your mouth formed a wide ‘o’ as the rings of the his tail were sheathed deep into your cunt.
“Nice and warm.” His deep raspy voice lingers in your mind even after he’s spoken.
“Fuckkkk! I need more!” You cried out, cunt gushing more of your syrupy arousal around his tail and down your thighs.
“Doing s’good, I’ll give ya more.” He praised, fangs pressed into his lip as he slipped his tail out, rattle coated in your pussy’s cream.
Tears stung your eyes at the delicious stretch of his upper cock stuffing your cunt.
He bounced you up and down, loving how your warm, creamy pussy felt around him. With every thrust the head of his second cock bumped against your clit sending tremors through your body every single time.
He never wanted to leave the warmth of your cunt and quite frankly you didn’t want him to either with how you wrapped your thick thighs around him so tightly.
He was able to pry you off of him a little, just enough to position his second dick at your entrance.
Completely cock-drunk and dickmatized you’d probably die if he pulled out of you. You’d never been so full in your life, filled the the brim with this monster’s cock.
“You said you wanted both right?”
“Uhhuh?” You agreed to all of his questions if it meant keeping your life. Your mind was so clouded and hazy that you didn’t even process what he meant until he stuffed that second cock into your greedy cunt.
Shifting the position, he turns you around so that your back was against his front, cocks still stuffed inside as he handled you like you were featherlight. He lifts your legs up until he has them over his forearms, you’re now folded in half against him with his hands locked behind your head.
In an instant he’s moving again, holding you still and slamming into your pussy at a god-like speed. “Oooo shit.” You moaned, staring down at your bulging belly.
“You’re so stronggg.” Your praises pumped his ego, if that was even possible, the man already had so much confidence as it was. “Nghhh it’s s-so fucking good.”
“Yeah? Human whore loves my cocks?” He had the meanest grin on his face, basking in your praises.
“Yesssss, fuck yes.” You screamed, eyes crossed and tongue lolling out like a mad woman as he fucked you into oblivion.
“J-just like t-t-that.” You stuttered as you felt the peak of an orgasm creeping up on you.
It had just dawned on you, the blonde hadn’t even given you his name, if he had one.
“N-name..what’s your name.”
“Katsuki.” The Naga said, thrusts never faltering. He rarely gave his first name, especially to people he deemed beneath him. However, in a matter of moments you’d be the mother of his brood, of course he made an exception.
“Katsu…mmphhh. I’m gonna cum, Katsukiiii!” You whimpered out his name as you coated his cock with your juices.
“Oh f-fuck, what’s happening?” Your hooded eyes widened when the thick heads of his cocks pushed passed the ring of your cervix, sitting snug inside your womb and ready to deliver his clutch.
Play time was over, and Katsuki was ready to collect on that promise you made him.
Large and round, the first egg settled into your belly. One after the other he deposited six big eggs into your belly. The stretch was uncomfortable, heavy.
You weren’t even sure if you could stand holding so much extra weight. After all you’ve been through you weren’t sure if you could stand at all, honestly.
He finally lifted you off of his cocks, both semi flaccid and slowly retreating back into their slit. Your eyes were fixated below you, intrigued by the bright green slime that dripped out of your cunt but even more so by the swell of your tummy after being filled with the naga’s eggs.
You felt yourself being moved, until you were layed against your sleeping bag and few extra blankets you had brought to bundle up with.
You were drained— body covered in sweat and cum, belly stretched to capacity. You didn’t even want to think about how you looked right now.
“Oi, stay with me.” He slapped a calloused hand over your cheek a couple of times.
You floated in and out of consciousness but you kept your eyes locked on his crimson ones as best as you could.
“Did good.” He patted your head as you snuggled into his cool body, bulging belly jutting against his abdomen.
He rubbed a hand over your belly. ”S’good for me, gonna give me a strong litter.” He kissed your forehead and that’s all you could remember before consciousness evaded you.
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cosmiles · 8 months
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𝐈’𝐕𝐄 𝐆𝐎𝐓𝐓𝐀 𝐋𝐄𝐓 𝐘𝐎𝐔 𝐆𝐎, 𝐈 𝐌𝐔𝐒𝐓
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➢ bakugo does what he thinks is best for you
note: is bakugo emotionally constipated or trying to do his best? the world will never know
characters: bakugo
content: angst, established gn relationship, break ups, character death (mentioned)
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He didn’t want to do this. This was something that should be talked about and discussed maturely, hopefully resolving the issue in the end. But the rational part of Bakugo’s brain wasn’t working right now. That would come later. Right now, his heart was in the driver’s seat.
You both knew what you were getting into when you entered this relationship. He was a famous pro-hero, rising the charts at an amazing speed. And you were just...well normal. Another “extra” that snuck their way into his stubborn heart. Despite this, you still pursued each other. So it wasn't a shock when your already risky relationship was starting to take a turn. 
Bakugo was rising in popularity, becoming well known to the citizens of Japan, good or evil. And that was all right with him. That’s what he always wanted ever since he was little. But, in the process, your relationship got leaked by the press. It was time for him to take matters into his own hands. 
So here he was, arguing with his heart and mind on whether or not to go through with this stupid plan of his. He loved you and cared for you so much, probably more than anyone else in his life. He wanted to be your protector and be the reason why you smiled. Bakugo knew he would never be able to forgive himself if he let anything bad happen to you.
So in the end, he went forward with his plan to break up with you. He knew this was out of the blue and seeing the heartbreak on your face killed him. Years down the drain gone for your safety. Yet, you couldn’t seem to understand that. Didn’t you understand that this was for the best? You would no longer have to live this dangerous life with him. His claim on you was gone. 
All emotions were laid out on the table that night. And despite now being newly broken up, Bakugo made it very clear that he would always be there for you and his apartment would always be your home. 
So as the years moved on and the days went by, he still thought about you. Always looking after you even if you couldn’t see him. Acting as your little guardian angel during every patrol. And though it was never voiced that night, he hoped that knew that no matter what, he would always love you. Until his last breath.
➢ thank you so much for reading! i hope you enjoyed and don't forget that Jesus loves you, to drink water, eat some food, and get some rest :))
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dreampurpledreams · 9 months
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𝘽𝙖𝙠𝙪𝙜𝙤𝙪 𝙒𝙞𝙩𝙝 𝘼 𝙂𝙮𝙢 𝘾𝙧𝙪𝙨𝙝
Synopsis: Self-explanatory.
Warnings: Bakugou is completely and utterly smitten with you, as he should be🥴. Light cursing. one mention of the N-word. I'm black do not worry
A/N: Send in requests please. I literally have nothing else to do.
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- Doesn't notice you at first 
- probably heard about you from Kirishima
-"Bro, did you see the new girl in the gym?"
-"Idc about some girl, moron." 
-"But she's so hot tho, and-"
-"So what?? I'm not gonna let some pretty face distract me, I'm only here to do one thing, and that doesn't include girls"
-Kirishima gives up on talking about you
-Everyone else talks about you too, though
-annoys him, now he doesn't want to meet you just to prove he's better than everyone else 
- goes to the gym one morning and sees everyone huddled up 
-they're all in his way 
- "Move out of my way before I light all your asses up, the gym isn't a place to socialize bastards"
- everyone disperses to reveal you: repping out 45s on back squat
- and he really can't help if his eyes gravitate to that fat- 
- "thank you for that" you had racked the bar and you were looking at him through the mirror 
- realizes he was caught staring, and is low-key embarrassed
-so you know how this boi handles that
- He walks right past you without acknowledging you, as if you don't exist 
- after that he starts to notice you everywhere. 
- he's getting dumbbells, you are too
- He's getting on the treadmills, the only open spot is one next to you
-starts getting distracted, and it pisses him off, so he starts coming late at night instead of early in the morning
- lord you have ruined this whole Bois schedule
- low and behold, he comes to the gym, 11 o'clock, and sees only one other person. What are the odds it's you
- decides to just ignore you and proceeds with his workout
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Bakugou was gradually getting pissed off. How dare you interrupt his workout. Coming to the gym at the same time as him, looking all good and-.
"Get it together Bakugou."
He turned up his music, turned up the speed on the treadmill. Trying to distract himself. He looked over at you, you were racking up your weights, just finishing your squat. Something was kind of…attractive…, about seeing you obliterate those weights the way you did. How you pushed yourself, even on the days it was obvious you didn't want to work. The shape of your butt when you went down. He wanted to be behind you, his hands on your waist, guiding your body as you bent your knees, and allowed the weight to crush you, Catching it with your legs. You could probably crush him with those...thighs.
No,
"Focus Bakugou, she's not even that cute".
Oh but you were. With that body, cut and toned , as if you lived in the gym. How could your waist be snatched like that while your as-. And your hair, so intricately designed. It looked as if it took hours. He knew it did. He would never admit it but, he looked it up when he got home one night. Intrigued. Not wanting to actually acknowledge the fact he was thinking about you. Not just in the gym but everywhere.
Like how when he saw Mina, it reminded him of a picture you posted on your Instagram(that he didn't follow,but constantly looked at) . Your hair was all out, fluffed and it looked so soft he wanted to reach through the screen and touch it. You had captioned it, "Wash day✨🙈". Or the time he was shopping, and saw that brown shirt that perfectly matched the shade of your skin. He only bought it because he liked it, the decision had nothing to do with you. 
Turning up the speed for the third time, Bakugou ran. Hard. Maybe he could outrun these thoughts he kept having. This longing to reach out. Get to know you. He didn't need any distractions. But damn, did you make him want to break all his rules. Maybe just this one time..
"Hi, ___________________ bench?" Bakugou was so enraptured in his thoughts, he didn't see you walk up to him. Didn't feel you tap him. And he definitely didn't hear what you just said. 
"Huh?", he responded, removing his earbud from his ear.
"Sorry, I'm [Name], and I was wondering if when you're finished with that, would you spot me on bench?" 
Your voice was just as angelic as you looked. And It made his heart flutter, or could that have been your lips. Full and brown, with a pink shade towards the center. And it could have easily been the way you looked up at him, with those eyes. Looking into his, unafraid and filled with question. 
But what effected him the most, was the anger in your eyes when he responded with a curt,
"No"
,and continued running, as if you weren't there. The drop in his stomach. And  what scared him , was the way he wanted to apologize, say sorry, take it all back, just to see you smile at him again. And not the smile you were giving him right now, that was so obviously fake as you said
"Okay that's fine :)"
,and walked off. 
"Idiot", Bakugou muttered to himself. Oh well, he really didn't need any distractions. He put his headphones back on and attempted to run for a couple more minutes. Still thinking about you, and the interaction from earlier, Bakugou just decided to call it quits, and Try again tomorrow. 
As Bakugou gathered his things, he heard small, breathy noises. Almost as if… someone was.. crying. Bakugou whipped around and there you were, lying on your back, trying to stop the weight of the bar from crushing your chest. Bakugou ran over to you and quickly helped you rack the bar. Jesus, was it heavy. "Thanks, that bar almost took me out", you joked. You thought this was funny? What kinda psychotic-. As you sat up, trying to catch your breath, Bakugou let you have it.
"ARE YOU AN IDIOT. YOU MUST HAVE A DEATH WISH??. YOU DUMBASS. YOU CANT LIFT THAT !!YOU THINK IT'S FUNNY ALMOST DYING, MORONS LIKE YOU DON'T DESERVE TO BE IN THE GYM."
"Excuse me".
Bakugou watched as your demeanor shifted from relaxed to furious all in a matter of seconds. You stood up. Looked him in his eye. And got right up in his face. 
"First of all, I asked you for help, and you said no. What you thought I wasn't going to work out just because you wanted to be an asshole?. Naw Nigga I don't need you. And second of all, I don't know who you think you are, but you must have lost your ever-lovin' mind if you think you're gonna talk to me just any kinda way. Boy you are outchyo tree. So you better fix it before I fix it for you."
Bakugou just stared.
"Jeez, got me in here acting a fool." Bakugou stood there for a minute. Trying to process the fact that you had just talked to him the way you did. He was shocked. And kind of turned on. Bakugou Laughed.
"I don't see what's funny."
He watched as you pouted, clearly not angry anymore. He found it cute how quickly you could change moods. And it only intensified his desire to get to know you. Before he could lose his nerve, Bakugou snatched your phone.(a/n: lemme tell you, 'ass. whoopin.)
"Boy, gimme my stuff back" 
"Hold on, I'm doin' somethin'."
You rolled your eyes at him. "Okay don't nothin take that long, gimme my stuff back now."
"Calm down woman, here".
Bakugou watched your face, looking for signs of rejection or disgust, as you looked at "Bakugou 😏" typed into your phone along with his number. "I didn't ask you for this" you said, but the smirk on your face revealed to him your joking nature. "You didn't have to, you obviously need a workout partner, and since you've been following me around like a fan girl, I decided to do you a favor. If you're going to insist on being a stalker you might as well do it with my permission", Bakugou said, smirking back at you. "Boy ain't nobody following you, I came here tonight because you always have your eyes on me, tracking my every move." Bakugou flushed red.
"What you thought I didn't notice??Boy you ain't it as slick as you think you are" you told him, and there was the sexy ass smirk again.
"Whatever, text me or don't, your choice" the blonde hair boy said, walking away.
Walking back to the dorms Bakugou was a little disheartened, as to how you didn't say anything back to him on the way out. "Well" he thought to himself "I don't need any distractions anyway". But he sure forgot that when he heard the ping is his pocket, and opened up his phone to see a message from an unknown number. 
(___)___ ____
     12:47am
Working out this late ain't it, maybe day after tomorrow we can go early, like usual
You
  12:47am 
6:00am
Don't be late 
Gym Hottie🙄
  12:48am
Okay, I'll be there
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Ok call me racist but it’s the truth. Always complaining about something. Complain for not getting a black anime character complain for not having enough black people for a book or movie. Complain about black people not being mentioned for literally anything. Y’all call anything racist too
Chile you don’t know shit about what we been through, we deserve it. I would ask how you would feel but you wouldn’t care because you’ve probably never experienced racism or discrimination in your life. I’m not listening to some who’s afraid to show their acc and have to use anonymous to protect themselves. If you really want to make a point dm me or stop hitting that anonymous button PUSSAY
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yesitsmewhataboutit · 2 years
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You Ask What Color They Want Their Cock Wrapped In (Aka you’re getting your nails done)
(Todoroki, Bakugo, Hawks)
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anonymousgrlll · 4 months
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Late night confession/request,
To all the black authors out there pls don’t ever apologize for writing exclusively for black ppl… Sometimes I see y’all explaining y’all selves b/c maybe someone found it offensive that you didn’t write it in a way they could visualize themselves 🙄 There’s like millions of stories abt (anime character x reader) ‘blue eyes, blonde hair, pale skin’ etc
Nobody ever checks them lol b/c let’s face it it’s prolly a lot more nonblack/yt ppl on this app than black ppl But I be seeing them in the comments complaining when it’s for us, (the same stuff happens on Wattpad too)
That just shows me how racist they are tbh. 🤷🏾‍♀️ We deserve to see/visualize ourselves with these characters (fictional,actors, etc) as well too and it’s v important that we have other black ppl writing for US too…
So yes, I understand that x reader is supposed to be for anybody but bfrfr, that hand is never extended out to black readers lol and I’m tired of seeing only black writers having to explain themselves… STOP ✋🏾
We’re always the ones who have to be open and accepting of everyone else while others get to gatekeep without apologizing for it…
Anyways I LUV that I get to envision myself as a dark brownskinned girly when reading x black readers lol…
But now for the request; Pls for the luv of god 😫 do an ‘x black tall reader’ I’m 5’9, a good 5’10 w/certain shoes/boots on, and over 6ft in heels lmaoooo. So plsssss, I beg of you 2 write abt how the reader is tall 😭
Anyways, goes off to reading more fanfics 🚶🏾‍♀️🚶🏾‍♀️🚶🏾‍♀️🚶🏾‍♀️
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